A New Life Series - Starter Kit

by Samantha Jacobey

  Pulling her naked body fully against his, he took the time to caress her warm skin. She ran her fingers up and down his smooth back and across the curly hairs of his chest in anticipation. Noticing his small tube of gel on the desk, she eyed it for a moment, still unsure how she really felt about the way he would use it and her body. Catching her gaze, he picked it up to spin off the cap, and then returned it to the edge of the desk for easy dispensing.

  Assuming they were ready to begin, he plunked himself onto the chair, which faced the desk, pulling her down on top of himself. He slid easily into her warm wetness, indeed ready and eager to have him inside her.

  Tori moaned loudly with need. She used her legs to push herself up and down on top of him, moving slow, then fast, then slow again, his hard throbbing making her want to scream. Grasping the back of the chair that extended above his shoulders, she used it for leverage and pushed her body forcefully against his, the tip of him hitting a spot that gave her chills.

  Pressing on the tube, the gel squirted onto his fingers, and he slid them into her as she worked, then positioned his hand so she essentially caused them to move in and out of her while she worked him on the front side. Tori could feel the way they spread her, preparing her for him, and she relaxed into her desire to please him.

  Pulling herself up extra high, she made the switch with a fluid motion, her yearning to satisfy him stronger than any trepidation that she felt. Lowering herself slowly, she could feel him sliding into the new position; dropping her jaw, she wanted to breathe and maintain her focus.

  Their eyes locked, his arms squeezed her tightly as she allowed her weight to bring her body down upon him. Catching her breath, she halted in suspended motion, and again he stroked and nuzzled her, whispering to her sweetly as she took him. She slowly inhaled, able to flex her legs enough to move in short, smooth strokes.

  Swiftly, he looped his arms up behind her, grasping her shoulders and forcing her down hard upon him. She could feel small shoots of pain at taking all of him in an awkward position, and moaned slightly at the discomfort, while she puffed air lightly and willed herself to accept it.

  His whispery voice pleaded with her not to move, “My God, baby, please be still,” and he pressed his forehead against her jaw as they focused.

  He held her there for several seconds, trying to avoid finishing so soon. Finally, able to allow her to reposition, he lifted her off of him, and grinned, pleased to see this time he came out clean. Rising next to her, he instructed her to kneel on the pile of clothes that lay at their feet, and he pushed her body across the seat of the chair.

  Obeying him, the wood felt warm against her belly where he had been sitting, and she smiled at the thought of him, captive to the passions he brought to life within her.

  From behind, he applied more of the gel before taking her again, able to make full thrusts as he drove himself against her for several minutes. He noticed she made loud grunts and moans as he moved, slapping against her wetness noisily as he worked. God she loves the way I fuck her, he thought to himself, his heart pounding with exhilaration.

  Pushed up onto his toes while stooping over, he lay against her, blowing warm air across her ear and whispering to her until he couldn’t hold off any longer. Gripping her flesh tightly, his full body jerked in spasms of ecstasy. Holding himself there, he wanted to enjoy being inside her as long as he could, his mouth and hands tasting and touching at will.

  His desire spent, he relaxed over her, with their bodies pressed together in the dim light. He could feel her breathing begin to slow, and he nuzzled her back and caressed her sweaty skin. Wisps of long dark hair moved as he exhaled, and he caught them to smooth them into the rest of her silky mane.

  The action brought a smile to his lips, and he felt overcome with deep affection for the woman who lay beneath him, panting his name. You and me, baby. You and me, he promised her silently, a satiated grin curling his lips.

  Lost in the moment, he felt his devotion to her, and he realized he really wanted to keep her for himself. The thought brought a flood of panic into his muddled brain. Sliding himself out, he stood up quickly, leaning back against the wall.

  Staring down at her naked curves, his smile disappeared. His heart pounded loudly inside his ears. No fucking way! He knew this couldn’t be real. This wasn't supposed to happen. His mind worked in circles. You’re not allowed to love her! But he did. Running his fingers through his dark waves, his mind continued to race. Ho…ly… shit! He knew he was in trouble.

  Feeling him withdraw, Tori tried to bring herself back to reality. Lifting her head, she pushed herself up from the chair she had been draped over, remaining on her knees for a moment to recuperate. Then she stood, facing him with a warm smile.

  His brows were furrowed, eyes dark, and he stroked her arms with his palms, looking her up and down. Sensing something wasn't right, her smile faded, “What’s wrong?” Is it my turn? Is he waiting for me? Her heart thumped loudly, her body petrified at the idea of saying the words she had never spoken.

  Licking his lips uncertainly, he stammered for a moment, then pulled her to him and wrapped her in a strong embrace, rocking her side to side. Jesus Christ, when did this happen? I’m not any different; at least he hadn’t thought he was any different. He had wanted her ever since he laid eyes on her; wanted to own her, as any man in their world would own such a girl.

  But the last few weeks had been chaos for Enrique, and he found himself standing in a tiny room, discovering he held something worth more to him than even his own life. Brett isn’t gonna let you keep her, man, he warned himself. Why the fuck did you tell him you had her? The battle raged inside him. Stroking her hair, he choked back a sob as he considered what he had to do.

  Tori held him tightly, her hands sliding firmly across his skin in a sweet caress, while she mustered her courage. She felt so tempted to say the words to him. Is it too soon? I’ve never said them to anyone, she blinked rapidly, deathly afraid of what they would mean when she did. Oh, my God, I’m so scared, she clung to him, breathing deeply while her thoughts ran wild. Come on, you can do this, she pushed herself to make the move.

  Catching her fingers to stop them, he pushed her back so he could look her in the eye. His breath heaved in and out, his lips trying to form the words. Finally, they came; “I'm sorry.”

  She stared at him in bewilderment, her emotions screeching to a halt. He had just taken her to the highest point on earth. What the hell is he sorry about?

  He forced himself to continue. “Look. I didn't escape from the Scorpions. I got pinched. About a month ago, we were on a job, and I got separated. Only after they got me, they didn't have anything on me, and I got no record. So they sent me here for drug addiction.” He paused, trying to assess her reaction. She blinked at him, her brow wrinkled.

  “So,” he continued, “I calls up Brett, and I tells him I’d be here for a month and catch up to them when I’m released. He don't takes it well. He thinks I’m giving up our group, telling the Feds what I knows. He says he’ll sees me soon.”

  Shifting nervously, he rubbed his hand across her waist, his voice growing tender. “Then I recognized you, and I gets this idea. I calls Brett and tells him that I found you. I offers to takes you to him, if he won't kills me and he lets me back in the group. He says that's a deal.”

  Her eyes narrowed, but she didn’t move. She could feel the anger boiling inside her, evidenced by the grinding of her teeth.

  His voice dropped to a whisper, and he made a small shake with his head, “I didn't lie, baby. You’re my fantasy… I…” she could see the lump move in his throat as he swallowed, “I love you.”

  The emotion in his eyes; the realization he wasn’t lying tore a gaping wound through her chest, softening her rage.

  Drawing in a ragged breath, he appeared shaken, “And that means I don't wanna hands you over to Brett. So the way I sees it, I gots two choices. I can hands you over anyways, and have to watch what they dos to you. Or I can run a
nd draws him away from you.”

  Her expression fell blank, “What do you mean by that?”

  “I mean, I’m gonna leave. As soon as we’re dressed.” For emphasis, he bent over, grabbing his briefs and shoving his legs in. Reaching for his pants he put them on as well before he continued. “I'm gonna head out on my bike and calls him up; gives him some story. I never told him where we are, so he don't knows how to find you. As long as I get away from you, you're safe.” Bending over, he latched onto his shirt and pulled it over his head.

  Becoming conscious he was serious, she felt like she’d been stomped. Angry tears sprang into her eyes and trickled down her cheeks. “The fuck if you are. If you’re leaving, you can damn well take me with you!” She panted loudly, her heart in shreds, her mind pulled between the idea of clinging to him and beating the shit out of him.

  Seeing her misery, Enrique pulled her against him once more, wrapping her as tightly as he could, longing to console her. They stood for several minutes, his hand woven into her hair and pressing on her scalp, and his whispering voice begged her forgiveness. “I’ve never been so sorry… about anything in my life,” he breathed, “But, you can’t come with me, baby. You know what they’ll dos if they catch us. Besides, livin’ on the run ain’t no kinda life. You deserve better than that, and you have a chance here.”

  Opting for the clinging, Tori allowed herself to cry as she took in his reasons and searched for the errors in his words. She wanted so desperately to keep him, as if her world were spinning out of control once more.

  Finally, he pushed her back so he could continue. “You gotta promise me something.”

  She raised her chin in defiance, tired of promising things to men who broke her heart.

  “You gotta promise me you’ll go on. You makes a great life for yourself.” He searched her eyes for her consent, but could see she wasn’t ready to agree with him.

  “I’ll gives you my number,” he reached into his pocket and produced his small cell. “If anything ever happens, if you ever needs me, you calls me and I’ll comes to you. But you gotta swear to me you’ll make a real life for yourself.” He wished he could promise her more, but didn’t dare feed her another lie.

  Enrique knew her story. He had come into the Scorpions after the plan had been formed, but he had heard how the Dragons had taken her and molded her. He had been with the Scorpions when Eddie had arrived to show off his new toy, fifteen years in the making. He knew who she was and what she could do. Brett knew these things, too.

  That’s why I have to do this; I can’t gives her to them. Otherwise, Brett would take her and make her his own, the same as Eddie had done, and her life would be what it had always been. Enrique didn’t want that for her, even if it meant he had to let her go. Yeah, he debated with himself for a moment, I loves her that much, and he consoled himself with a shake of his head, son of a bitch! I never saw it comin… but this way, at least she gets a chance.

  He stroked her hair for a few more seconds, then turned to the desk and grabbed a small pink piece of paper. Scribbling down the number, he squeezed it into her hand, “Don't lose it, baby girl. Put it in your wallet. Remember: calls me if you haves to, but only if you haves to.” Pulling her close one last time, he grazed her lips and pressed his cheek against hers, then grabbed his boots and headed out the door, leaving her standing naked in the tiny room alone.

  Rock Bottom

  Tori sat on the wooden chair and cried for a while after he left her. Eventually, her tears were spent, and she dressed in slow motion. Picking up the pink piece of paper, she stared at the number, then folded it in half and placed it in her wallet. Leaving the safety of the tiny office, she made her way over to the bar to have another triple before she left. Trudging along, she covered the distance to the tall structure in time.

  Enrique had already been by, taking his stuff and moving on. Of course, Brandon had called it in as soon as he realized he had no intention of returning, and a bit of commotion still went on at the house, which allowed her to slip by unnoticed in her inebriated state. Making it to her room, she closed the door and collapsed into her corner, not even bothering to undress.

  Tori got up to shut off the alarm at 5:00 am, but lacked the energy to go down for her run. Instead, she went straight to the shower and stood in the warm water for longer than she should have. Beneath the cascade, she thought about all the things that had happened between Enrique and herself in the short time he had been there.

  While she allowed the water to soak her, she considered not even putting the makeup on her face, hoping the scar that crossed her eye would keep the world away. She felt tired, like every drop of life had been drained from her by the losses she had faced.

  Slowly, Tori forced herself to go through the motions of applying her cover and getting dressed. Going down stairs, she did not stop to eat or speak to anyone, had anyone been there; she really didn't notice or care. Heading out the door, she made her way to work, where she again required herself to go through the motions.

  Leaving work that afternoon, she went over to the bar and drank until she couldn't stand up. Then, taking a chair over in a corner, she leaned against the wall and passed out.

  Sometime later, she was jarred awake by the sound of loud, boisterous laughter and familiar voices. Sitting up straight, she could make out the faces of Derrick, Max, and Keith. Her heart began to pound out of control when she recognized the girl with them; Lindsey.

  Standing groggily, she bumbled over to the pool table where they were making a ruckus and demanded what they were doing there. All four of them obviously had been drinking. The three boys laughed at her, telling her they were not at work, and none of her business what they did. She made eye contact with Lins, who looked away guiltily.

  Tori, being pretty wasted herself, decided to sit it out and see what became of it. Stomping back to the bar, she took a stool and asked for water. She had been coming there for enough days to know it was not a hangout for young people. It was a dark place thugs would frequent, and her four young friends might find far more than easy liquor if they were not careful.

  Sitting on her stool, drinking her water, she began to sober up, as she watched the group enjoying their beverages and playing at the pool table. She noticed that some of the men nearby were beginning to take an interest in the pretty young blonde in the short skirt. The boys who were with her would be of little use if she needed defending. Tori continued to drink the liquid, swinging her legs lightly on the tall seat.

  At some point, another patron leaned a pool cue against the bar close to her, and she reached over, grasping the maple stick in her hands. A good weight, she held it playfully, looking as if she were considering joining the game. Eyeing the group of men off to the side, the six of them were growing more obnoxious with their comments toward her housemate, and were laughing loud enough to be heard over the constant thump of the jukebox that sat to her right along the wall. Remembering her knife tucked in her boot, she hoped she wouldn't need it.

  Soon, Tori could almost feel the tick of the clock, and realized midnight had snuck up on them; they had missed curfew. Sitting, watching Lins, she knew it didn’t matter. These were her friends, and she would stay and look after them if she had to.

  The party rolled on for over an hour more, the three young boys beginning to touch Lins in places they shouldn't have, encouraging her to go home with the three of them for more fun at their place. She refused coyly, giggling at the same time. Tori rubbed the stick between her hands, and then gripped it as if she were choking it. At that moment, the six onlookers made their move.

  Three of the men each grabbed a boy, immobilizing them by pinning their arms and forcing them to sit in a chair. Laughing loudly, the leader of the group announced he wanted to give the younger men a proper lesson on how to treat a lady. Turning, he slapped Lindsey across the face.

  The girl fell, sprawling crossways on the pool table, her white panties exposed beneath her short skirt. Dazed, the girl
struggled to sit up, to no avail, as one of the men leapt onto the table, and knelt beside her to hold her in place.

  Tori rose from her seat and in a quick motion, kicked the plug out of the wall and the room fell silent for a moment as the sound from the jukebox came to a sudden halt. She appeared eerily calm as she choked the pool cue, nodding to the men who had made their intentions clear.

  The leader of the group had already unbuckled his belt, and glared at the dark haired woman as she stood watching him. Calmly, he reached over and grasped the panties of her young friend, pushing them aside to plunge his finger into her soft folds.

  Lins screamed, trying to push his hand away, but drunk and in no condition to put up a fight.

  Pulling the digit out, he sucked her juices off, then pointed it at Tori and spoke brusquely, “You best stay outta dis, ‘less you want some, too.”

  Her smile slow and wide, she replied, “Well, I thought you would never ask.”

  For a moment, the group of men held looks of bright eyed surprise, before the realization of her intent.

  Lunging forward, Tori swung the cue in a short arc, catching the one crouched on the slate upside the head, knocking him clear and off onto the floor. Spinning the stick on through and back into position, she jabbed at the leader, working him across the table.

  The third quickly dashed around the other side, wanting to grab her and subdue her, but Tori prepared for his assault. Her reflexes were swift, her movements strong and sure. As quickly as the third rounded the corner, she spun herself, catching him in the throat with the stick, not stopping to watch as he fell to his knees, gasping for his life.

  This is what the Dragons had trained her for. This was her secret job; the one only dead men knew. Using the cue as if it were a part of her, Tori worked the three over, throwing in punches and kicks with elbows and knees whenever necessary.