by Liz Thomas
“But you look like you’re in pain.”
“It’s a pleasant kind of pain,” she said.
“Just so you know, Annie,” Kip said, “I will admit now that I can be a pain in the ass in more ways than that.”
“That’s Okay, Kip,” Annie replied. “I can too.”
“Annie, you already have,” Kip said grinning. “I have been in two gun battles today on your behalf.”
Annie shrugged with an exaggerated smile. “Guys fight over me. Always have.”
The rest of the night was a continuation of what came before. The hotel room was a room of debauchery the likes of which had not been seen since Caligula reigned. At one point Annie was handcuffed over the clothes rack in the closet. She had never experienced the level of ecstasy as the moment when Kip fucked her from behind while she bounced against the wall. Her wrists will bare the mark for days, for as she came her knees buckled. Kip, immersed in pleasuring her dripping pussy with his mouth, did not realize that she could no longer support herself. He carried on for minutes while she hung unsupported. Annie was unable to speak such was the level of her enjoyment. Finally, when the orgasm waned, she cried out to him, and he lifted her from the floor with one arm and unlocked her cuffs.
Rock star sex god.
Kip would have thought that this was the end of the love making this night, but as he dabbed at her reddened wrists as she lied on her back in bed, she stretched out her tongue and polished the tip of his cock. In moments Kip was hard again and fucking her mouth.
As it was before with the spanking and the handcuffs, Annie could not seem to get enough. Kip’s cock was above average in length, but Annie had no hang ups about pushing it down her throat to the limits. Kip watched intently as his cock disappeared into her lovely face.
Annie, it seems, is insatiable. I may have met my match.
Annie pulled her hand away from Kip’s massage and gripped the root of his cock. He pulled him closer in an attempt to wet the entire length with her lips. She succeeded. When she felt it swell and over stiffen, she pulled the length of it from her cherry lips and let him apply his load in a well distributed pattern across her cheeks and forehead. Kip studied her eyes as they sparkled with the droplets of his cum hanging in her lashes. She blinked and her eyes flashed.
Kip dropped to his knees in exhaustion after the intense orgasm once again.
Kip did not know how he made it from the floor beside Annie to the bed beside Annie, but that is where he woke up in the morning. They’d left the curtains pulled apart throughout their sexual adventure the night before. And now the early morning sun was beaming in his face. He blinked at it then threw his arm over his head as he rolled out of bed and staggered to the window. He pulled the curtains closed. The room was instantly transformed and he let his arm drop from his eyes. He caught sight of Annie then, lying there on the mattress above the sheets, totally naked. Admiring her perfect shape, he went to her and woke her.
“Annie, it is morning,” he said.
She stirred and then rolled over. Blinking the sleep from her eyes she looked up and smiled at him.
“What time is it?” she asked.
Kip turned around, craning his neck to look at the clock. “Looks like about eight fifteen.”
Annie’s eyes flew wide then. “Oh, shit! I am supposed to meet the lieutenant at nine!” She slid from the bed, squinted at the pain on her ass then stood slowly.
“I’ve got to get a shower,” Annie said.
“You do that, darlin’, and I will get dressed.” Kip said.
Annie disappeared into the bathroom and Kip heard the shower start. He pulled on his pants and yanked a shirt from the closet, remembering the previous evening’s activities in there.
Then Kip pulled a trunk from the back corner and slid it out into the bedroom. He flipped open the lid and took a quick inventory of the stash of weapons that he had stashed inside. Reaching in, he pulled out the Ruger nine millimeter. He tucked it in the back of his jeans and pulled his shirt down over it. Then he walked to the living room and picked up their clothes from the floor. As he reached for Annie’s bra he noticed her notebook. He picked it up and walked over to the couch, where he plopped himself down.
Kip opened the notebook to the first page. He read through many notes about Senator Loomis. Of course, the senator she had worked with previously. I saw the book in the window of the bookstore. This is the guy that Stewart thought she was cheating with.
He read through a few of the notes and made a mental note to check out the book sometime. There was some really interesting stuff here. Then he flipped through dozens of pages until he found a note that mentioned him. Then he thumbed back to the beginning of the section.
He read through them, amused at how Annie kept track of the important things. Then he stopped and studied one page because the note there caught his eye.
‘Kip Jones is almost certainly not his real name. He claims to come from a wealthy family and owns many companies and businesses. He has asked me not to print any of his history and his wealth, but I cannot help but think that this will be the crux of the book. Information like this will make it a blockbuster. Who this guy really is may be totally unknown. Even, it seems, by his band members. It should be a simple thing to figure out who he truly is. I know he owns a restaurant, Sampson Flight, Inc. and a taxi company, among others. Ownership of a company is public knowledge. Once I get the chance it will just be a matter of searching the public records.’
“I Don’t Care” By Apocalyptica featuring Adam Gontier of Three Days Grace
Kip’s heart sank. He felt betrayed. And for once in his life, he wasn’t quite sure how to handle the situation. Regardless of what he just discovered, he liked Annie. And he meant it when he asked her to live with him.
He heard the shower shut off in the other room and he closed the notebook and threw it back down on the floor with the clothes. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, trying to take stock of what he’d just learned. Annie intended to write all the she knew about Kip.
And so what? He asked himself. Why do I care so much?
Then Kip realized that he didn’t care so much anymore about the information of his true identity getting out. Now, it was more important that Annie was going to tell it even though he asked her not to.
Kip did not get angry easily. The last time he was truly angry was the last conversation he had with his father. And it held true even now. He realized, as he thought more about it, that he wasn’t angry. He was hurt.
But why was that so disturbing to him? Since he was released from the hospital in Germany and he started his new life as a rock and roll star, Kip had not gotten close to anyone. There were plenty of women, girls even, but they were always play things. He had never truly cared about them. The last close relationship was with his father, before he ruined that, too. Since then he had been on auto pilot.
Yes, Kip gave. But only his money and his time. He had never gave himself since before his father and him had a falling out which included his girlfriend breaking up with him. And he was about to. He was about to give all of himself to Annie, before he picked up her notebook.
Now he didn’t know what to do. For the first time in his life, he just didn’t know.
He looked up and saw Annie standing there naked, hair wet and hanging over her shoulders, dripping water down her breasts and belly.
“I’ll be ready in a minute. You?” she asked.
“Uh, Yes. I am ready to go now. I can go hail a taxi and have it waiting.” Kip said coldly.
Annie noticed the chill from him and cocked her head. Then she realized she must be imagining it, and she smiled at him. Kip smiled back and stood, walking toward the door.
Annie turned to walk back into the room to dress. After she took two steps, she stopped and turned back to the living room. Her eyes fell upon the notebook lying on the floor.
As Kip stepped out into the hall and pulled the door closed behind him, Jack ran up
to him.
“Good morning, buddy! Damn, God knows I didn’t expect to see you up this early,” Jack said.
“Morning Jackie,” Kip said. “How was your night last night?”
“Shit, a hell of a lot less action than you had yesterday.” Jack said.
Kip stopped walking and turned to him. “You know about yesterday?”
Jack was taken aback. “Hell Kip, the whole fucking world knows. It’s been all over the news yesterday and this morning. You’re a hell of a bigger star today than you were yesterday.”
“No shit?” Kip asked, truly surprised. Although he shouldn’t have been. He did the news interviews at the mall. He was just more surprised that a shooting would have been such a big deal. He still hadn’t adjusted after all this time since he’s been back from Afghanistan, where shootings were an everyday occurrence, and his involvement was normal.
“Kip, what did you expect? You shot a terrorist that was shooting up the mall, for fucks sake.”
“Terrorist?” Kip asked. “Is that what the news said?”
“Yes, Kip.” Jacky said, confused. “Kip, how could you be involved in something like that and not watch the news reports of it? You’re a fucking hero all of a sudden!”
Kip looked at Jack with as normal of a face as he could possibly muster. “What’s new?” Then he turned and continued down the hall toward the elevator.
Jacky stood still and watched him go, arms at his side and his jaw hung open. Then he called out just before Kip entered the elevator, “Kip, you all ready for the trip to Afghanistan tomorrow?”
Just before the doors closed, Kip’s hand jabbed out between the doors and they reopened. Kip stepped back into the hall. “Tomorrow?”
“Yes, Kip. It’s all set. We need to be at JFK at zero seven hundred.”
Fuck, Kip thought. That’s right! How could I have fucking lost track of time like that?
Then, to his horror, he realized that he wasn’t ready at all. And in that same realization he knew that he didn’t have to be. He needed nothing. His manager would arrange everything and his band mates would take care of the little things. All he had to do was pack his clothes and show up at JFK at seven am.
“Let’s talk tonight,” Kip called down the hall. “I’ll be ready. Are you and Stabbs and Lock ready?”
“All set!” Jack called out.
Kip let the door go and pulled his head back inside the elevator. Before it closed Kip called out, “See you tonight Jacky, I have an appointment today.”
Jack shrugged at the odd encounter he had and turned back down the hall. Just then Annie opened the door and stepped into the hall, still combing out her wet hair. Jack stopped again and took her in.
“Oh, Hi Jack.” Annie said. “Are you going to see Kip? He’s not there I am afraid.”
“No, I just saw him. He went down already.”
“Oh, good. He is getting is a taxi. We are in a hurry.”
“We?” Jack asked.
Annie walked by him. “Yeah we, Jacky. I can call you that, right?”
“Uh, I am not sure,” Jack said, furrowing his heavy brow.
“No?” Annie stopped.
“Well, I mean, my friends call me that.” Jack looked embarrassed. “I mean, not that you’re not my friend. I mean, Kip calls me that.”
“Oh, Okay, I’ll just call you Jack, then, Okay?” Then Annie turned and headed down the hall toward the elevator.
Jack stood and watched until she disappeared behind the elevator doors. Then he scratched his head and turned around again. In his mind, Jack’s consternation was not uncalled for. He had never seen Kip keep a girl in his room for longer than one night. He knew she was his biographer, but he hadn’t expected an ongoing relationship with her. She clearly had spent the night, since her hair was wet when she came out of the room. Well, Jack thought. There should be no danger of a long term relationship once we leave for Afghanistan.
Kip and Annie sat in front of Lieutenant Porter. His black eyes flicked between the two of them, making sure they both understood the danger.
“Mr. Jones,” Porter said. “I can assure you nothing will happen to Ms. Beecher. She will be completely wired for sound. At the first hint of anything out of the ordinary, we will be in there.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen the movies,” Kip said. “I know how it works. I am sure all will be fine. But Annie has asked me to be involved. I’d like to be on site, helping out in some way?” It was a statement more than a question.
“Highly irregular, Mr. Jones,” Porter said, cocking his head.
“I think I’ve shown that I can do my fair share in a pinch,” Kip reminded him.
Porter smiled. “That’s a Goddamn fact, Jones. A Goddamn fact! The precinct is still buzzing about your antics yesterday.”
“You mean more so than they were when I was arrested for drunk and disorderly last year?” Kip asked, only partly joking.
“Even that, Mr. Jones, Even that,” Porter grinned.
Porter was a large, fit black man with a smile as big as his face. He laughed heartily at Kip’s comment, which Kip thought had softened him up when he finally said:
“I think we can come up with a place for you to be nearby. But understand this, Mr. Jones, You are in no way to involve yourself if anything should happen.” At this, Porter looked at Annie quickly. “Not that anything will. This is pretty routine, actually. I don’t expect there will be any trouble. Just do as we discussed and all will be fine. I assure you.”
“Lieutenant, I can say without any doubt that I don’t want to be involved if anything goes wrong. I have had my fill of gun play for the week.” Kip said as he scooted back in the chair so he could be reassured his nine millimeter was still there.
“Great!” Porter said. “Do you have any questions, Ms. Beecher?”
“Where exactly will Kip, uh, Mr. Jones be, Lieutenant?” Annie asked.
“Well, I think we’ll put Mr. Jones in the surveillance van which will be parked out front of the building. If that’s alright with Mr. Jones.”
Kip tightened his lips together. “I was kind of hoping to be a little closer.”
“We are going to have men in each room beside the office of Mr. Jansen,” Porter said. “I promise you nothing will happen to Annie here.”
Kip paused for a moment then nodded. Although he was about to, he decided at the last moment that he didn’t want to throw out his wealth to get what he wanted.
He looked at Annie and saw the concern in her eyes. Yesterday he would have been heartbroken to see it, and he struggled with the emotion now. But he didn’t want to be compassionate about her fears, even though he knew deep down that he was.
“Anything else?” Porter asked.
Neither Kip nor Annie spoke up.
“Okay then, Ms. Beecher, let’s get you wired up.” Porter stood, exposing his large frame, and he headed toward his office door. Kip and Annie followed.
Moments later, Annie was topless in only her bra and the tech was attaching sticky pads to her chest and belly. Then the wire was attached. The microphone would be positioned just above her left breast. The tech asked Annie to dress then he asked her to speak in a normal voice. The tech listened in his earphones and gave his thumbs up to Porter, who had walked up after Annie had put her shirt back on.
“She’s all set, boss,” the tech said.
“That’s good,” Porter said, “because we just had confirmation that he is still in the hospital. I think it is time for him to have a visitor.
Kip nodded and so did Annie.
“Hemorrhage” By Fuel
They arrived at the Hospital less than an hour later. Annie and Kip road in the Tech van, and Annie climbed out when it came to a stop. She turned to kiss Kip before she walked up to the entrance. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his lips. Kip kissed back, but with no passion. Annie broke off the kiss and gave him a hurt look.
“What’s the matter, Kip?
“Just worried I guess, Annie
,” Kip said.
Annie looked more hurt than before now. She knew there was more to the cold kiss than Kip was saying.
“Yeah, me too,” Annie said as she stepped away from the van and toward the door.
Porter met her in the lobby of the hospital and walked with her to the elevator.
“Mr. Beecher is on the fourth floor, in room four twelve,” Porter said. “Now, we can hear everything that is being said because of your mic, there. We’ve also got men in room four ten and four fourteen. They are ready to act at any moment. You just say the word.”
“What word is that?” Annie asked.
“The tech didn’t give you a rescue word?” Porter asked her.
“No, he didn’t.”
“Alright, let’s go with rock star, how about that?” Porter asked.
“Good as any, I guess,” Annie said.
“Okay, I’ll ride up with you in the elevator, but when the doors open, you walk out alone,” Porter said. “And, Ms. Beecher, relax. Everything will be just fine. You’re safe, I swear it.”
Annie nodded.
“Okay,” Porter said as he pushed the fourth floor button in the elevator. “You know what to say?”
“Yes,” Annie said. “I have to get him to confess to trying to have me killed without saying the words rock star unless I have to. Sounds pretty easy.”
“Well, it won’t be if you’re nervous.”
“Lieutenant Porter,” Annie said. “I am always nervous around Stewart.”
Porter looked compassionately at her. “I understand. But it is critical that you take control of the conversation, understand?”
Annie nodded again and swallowed. “I understand.” The doors opened.
Annie walked slowly and alone down the hall toward room four twelve. She could hear her heart beating inside her chest. The constant thumping made her think back to last night, when Kip was ramming into her with a constant delicious rhythm.
It made her think of Kip back in the tech van in the parking lot. Why the cold feeling from him when she left the van? The thought played on her mind until she reached the door. She looked from side to side, toward room four ten and four fourteen, and at the distance between rooms. It seemed like a thousand yards.