Boosted (In The Fast Lane)

by Arya Cole

  “Ask and you shall receive.”

  Rather than comment on the car, Sergei noticed something else. “You’re wet.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Look at you. You’re all wet. I do not think it rained today.”

  “It didn’t. Look, it wasn’t easy. But here it is.”

  “What happened that you’re so wet?”

  “You don’t want to know.”

  “I do,” Sergei said, unable to let it go. “I do want to know.”

  “It’s nothing.”

  “I’m not paying until you tell me.” It was said in jest but Brody could sense the reality behind it. If he didn’t tell him it would cause a rift in their relationship. Besides, what was the big deal? Easier to just tell him.

  “I stole it from a car wash.”

  “Inside the car wash?”

  Brody nodded.

  Sergei belted out an uproarious laugh. “Incredible!” He slapped his head down like a bear paw on Brody’s shoulder. “You did good.”

  “You don’t know the half of it.”

  Sergei removed a bottle of vodka and a pair of shot glasses from his desk. It was likely these were the desk’s sole contents. “Now. We celebrate.”

  “I just want to go home and change into something dry.”

  “In time, in time.” Sergei poured them two shots. “Here.”

  Sergei handed him the shot glass, not leaving him much choice in the matter. They clinked their glasses together and downed the shots.

  Brody decided to keep pushing. “I earned my money today. I’ll tell you that.”

  “You are red.”

  “What?”

  “Your skin. It’s all red. You’re burned.”

  “Yes. I’m wet and I’m burned and I want to go home.”

  “A full day at the office!”

  Sergei looked inside the car. “It’s a little wet.”

  “Hazards of the operation.”

  Sergei finished his inspection of the car’s interior, paying special attention to the etchings. He ran his finger over one of them. “I don’t see what the big deal is.”

  Brody didn’t either. He suspected that if he could read them it might be a different story. But as things stood they were just so many scribbles. As long as the clients liked the etchings it didn’t really matter what he and Sergei thought though.

  “Okay. It all looks good. We’ll ship it out within the next hour. Perfect timing.”

  “Glad to hear it.”

  “I need to oversee that. I’ll have someone take you back to your car.”

  “I can’t go back to my car. It’s gonna be too hot there right now. I’ll grab it tomorrow. Besides…” Brody motioned to his wet clothes.

  “Then I’ll have him bring you home. Whatever you want.”

  “Sergei.” The Russian turned back to him. “The money.”

  He let out another laugh. “The money. Of course. Of course. I’ll bring it by tomorrow morning.”

  “That’s never been our deal.”

  “Thirty grand. It’s a lot to carry around.”

  You have got to be kidding, Brody thought to himself.

  “Here,” Sergei turned back to the desk. Apparently the vodka was the only thing he kept in there after all. “Ten thousand. The usual fee. It’s all I keep here at any one time. Ask anyone. I’ll bring you the rest tomorrow. Deliver it right to your doorstep, wherever you are in the world. You have my solemn word.”

  Brody couldn’t think of what to say. He was lucky that his skin was so burnt or else Sergei would have been able to see just how angry he was.

  “I’ve never done you wrong in the past, yes? And I want to keep our partnership together going into the future. I call you tomorrow morning and bring you the money.”

  Brody finally relented. “Okay. Tomorrow.”

  SIXTEEN

  Reunited

  Hannah’s day was very less eventful. He clothes stayed dry, her skin was sun burnt, and there was nary a car chase to be had. She had her breakfast, did some work, emailed her adviser again (she had received an encouraging response to her apology), relaxed on her couch with some music and a glass of wine. She thought about doing something that night. Maybe even call up Julia and her other friends to see if anything interesting was happening. She eventually decided it against it. Another quiet night in her apartment couldn’t hurt.

  What she didn’t expect to happen that night was to hear a knock on her door. The thought that it could be Brody popped into her head right away but she dismissed it. It couldn’t be him. He was going to be gone all weekend. She wouldn’t let herself have any hope that it was him. She would answer the door and expect it to be anyone but Brody.

  She swung the door open and there he was. He didn’t look his best. His face was crisp and red with sunburn and bags drooped below his eyes. He’d clearly had a rough time since the last time she’d seen him.

  “Hey,” he said. “I was in the neighborhood.”

  “Oh you were?”

  “Sort of.”

  “Is your job over?”

  “For the most part.”

  “What’s that mean?”

  “It means you don’t have to worry anymore.”

  “Good.”

  “You want to go somewhere? Get some dinner or something?”

  Hannah shook her head. She wanted him all to herself.

  “Come inside,” she said as she grabbed his hand.

  She pulled him in and he willfully followed. They headed straight for the bed. There was no pretense about it. As soon as she saw him she wanted to fuck. She knew that a relationship was built on more than that. That at some point they would need to do more together. That perhaps it would be healthy to leave her bed once in awhile. But there was plenty of time for that later. Right now she was practically aching for his cock.

  Hannah was only now recovering from the pounding he had given her two nights before. She resolved not to get into any more ass play tonight. But everything else was fair game. Before getting started though, she decided to have a little fun with him. She got up off of the bed.

  “Stay there,” she instructed.

  Hannah started to shake and gyrate around in front of him, an impromptu dance that needed no music. She was wearing her usual night time attire that was sexy completely by accident. A tight black tank top and a white pair of short shorts that showed off the smooth curvatures of her long legs.

  Brody tried to reach up and touch her.

  “No,” she said as she pushed him away. “Not yet.”

  She danced some more, leaning as close to him as she could without touching. She did her best to hide her enjoyment. Instead, she painted the best sultry look she could on her face. It wasn’t her usual mode but judging by Brody’s reaction it was working just fine. She ran her fingers over his thighs before backing off again.

  She turned her back to him and swung her hips to and fro. She put her hands on top of her head, tossing them through her hair on the way, and bent her knees into a dip as she continued to move her ass from side to side. She slowly clocked around back toward him while running her hands up and down her own body. She could feel her nipples getting hard and they were now poking through the thin fabric of her tank top. The intention hadn’t been to turn herself on with this dance, but it was certainly a welcome side effect.

  She leaned forward again, letting Brody get a nice eyeful of her cleavage. She moved her chest slightly as she pushed it forward, giving the flesh of a breasts a subtle jiggle. Brody seemed to especially enjoy that. She put her hands on either side of her breasts and pushed them together briefly before standing up again. She raised her arms above her head, allowing Brody a glimpse of her flat, toned stomach.

  Hannah now felt like showcasing her legs for him. She rubbed her thighs as she danced. The fronts, the backs, the sides. She bent forward again, giving her calves and her ankles a bit of attention as well. She stood back up and brought her leg forward. She touched the tip of her foot
against the bottom of Brody’s leg and began to move it slowly upward. She reached his knee and kept moving forward.

  She soon reached the top of his leg and shifted her foot over until her toe was just brushing against his crotch. She then pressed her foot down and rubbed it along his swollen member. She continued to massage the bulge with the flat of her foot in rhythm to the music that was playing only in her head.

  Brody now sat up further. He put his hand on her calf and kissed her knee and shins. She continued to move her foot around on his cock, not letting his kisses distract her. She also took that opportunity to remove her tank top. She carefully folded it until it resembled a rectangle about two inches in height. She carefully wrapped it around Brody’s head in a makeshift blindfold. She tied it tight over his eyes. She then pushed her knee into his chest, moving him backward until he was laying down completely.

  “Don’t you dare move,” she said.

  She lifted his shirt and began to kiss his stomach. They were long, wet, lingering kisses. She kissed each of his defined ab muscles as well as the softer, more sensitive area right above his beltline. She pushed his shirt further up until he got the message to pull it off completely. She kissed his smooth chest followed by each of his nipples. He wasn’t used to having stimulation upon the latter and he squirmed at the touch of her lips and tongue.

  “I thought I told you not to move.”

  Hannah bit down on his nipple. He exhaled sharply but did his best not to move.

  “That’s better,” she said.

  She now ran both of her hands over his stomach and down to his crotch. His cock was throbbing at this point and seemed as if it would explode without ever being released from his pants. She enjoyed the thought of this and tinkered with the idea of rubbing his confined cock until his pants were stained with his own load. As much fun as that seemed, however, she still wanted his cock to penetrate at least one of her orifices.

  She broke contact with him and stood up again. She slipped out of her shorts, letting them drop to the floor. She ran her finger through the fold of her pussy. It was already wet to the touch. It could stand to be a little wetter though, she thought to herself. Hannah crawled over Brody, brushing her naked body against him only slightly as she progressed up his torso. She didn’t stop until her pussy was hovering about Brody’s face. She lowered her hips until her pussy was in place over Brody’s mouth.

  “Lick it,” she ordered.

  Brody complied, raising his tongue to meet her waiting snatch. He gave it a long lick from bottom to top. He reached his hands up to her hips to steady her but she threw them back down.

  “I’m not going to tell you again,” she said. “The only thing you’re allowed to move is your tongue.”

  She ground her pussy hard against his mouth to emphasize the point. He licked her again, this time putting his tongue all the way inside of her. She pressed her clit down against the space between his lip and his nose. His upper incisors provided a backstop for her clit as she put all of her body weight behind it. His stubble provided another source of stimulation for her clit. It tickled her as she swiveled back and forth. Between the attention she was giving her clit and the movements of Brody’s tongue, it wasn’t long until Hannah was moaning with orgasm.

  Once she had recovered slightly, she turned her body around a hundred and eighty degrees while remaining over Brody’s face. He now licked her pussy in the opposite direction, starting at the clit and lapping toward her opening. She began to move her hands down his stomach. She performed her new favorite maneuver, unbuckling, unbuttoning, and unzipping his pants. His cock sprang up as if it had been waiting for her all along. She gripped it with both her hands. She alternated squeezing it with each of her hands, further teasing him.

  Finally, when she judged that he had had all he could take, she leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth. She suckled the head, letting her saliva drip freely down his shaft. She then lowered her mouth as if to retrieve these trickles. Her tongue was more active than ever, lapping up the pre-cum that was beginning to flow. All the while Brody’s tongue was equally pussy, lashing every inch of her pussy with special emphasis paid to her pulsating clitoris.

  She now rocked her head fast and furious over his cock. She greedily swallowed him down and sucked harder for more. This only encouraged Brody to increase the vivacity of his tongue even more as well. It was becoming to contest to see who could make the other one come to orgasm first. She massaged his testicles with her free hand in an effort to win the race. For his part, Brody broke the movement restriction and gripped her ass with both hands. He now solely focused on her clit. Dirty cheater. She retaliated by rubbing the soft bottom of her tongue against the opening at the head of his cock, the most sensitive possible area on his body.

  It ended up being a photo finish. With a flick of his tongue against her clit, Brody pushed Hannah over the edge into another orgasm. Just as her head began to flood with endorphins, her mouth received a jet of semen that short hard against the back of her throat. She drank from the fountain that his cock had now become while still in the middle of an orgasm of her own. Brody, despite what was going on in his lower regions, still managed to stroke his tongue, further amplifying the intensity of her climax.

  Their bodies went limp. Hannah laid on top of him, facing the opposite direction, her pussy still on his face. Brody’s limbs splayed out in all directions, his spent cock drooping down against his leg. They remained like that for a long while, their chests heaving against their partner’s stomach as each regained their breath. Hannah could have stayed like that all night. It was Brody who began to stir first.

  He gently rolled her off of him and curled up with her. In the pale light of the room he looked her in the eyes.

  “I love you,” he said.

  Hannah genuinely surprised herself by managing not to burst into tears at that moment. It was the first time a man had ever said that to her.

  “I love you too.”

  SEVENTEEN

  The Search For Sergei

  The next day Brody stuck around and spent the morning with Hannah. It had been so long since he had been part of a civilized couple that it took him a few hours to adjust. When she took a shower Brody was oblivious to the fact that she had wanted him to join her. It was only after she had got out and dried off that he realized what her intention had been. Oh well. Hopefully there would be plenty of other chances in the future to rectify the mistake.

  They went to brunch together, one of those places with outdoor seating and a menu full of “creative” options. Brody couldn’t help but look over his shoulder at times while they were eating. He was confident that the colonel hadn’t gotten a good look at him. There should have been nothing to fear. Still, there was the lingering thought in the back of his mind that all had not gone as well as he thought the previous day.

  That wasn’t all that was worrying him. Sergei had said he would call that morning. It was now closing in on noon and he had yet to hear his raspy accented voice. He didn’t think Sergei was trying to dick him over. He’d had too many better opportunities to do so in the past. All the same, he would feel much better about the whole thing once he’d been paid in full. He even thought about leaving town, leaving the life behind, getting a real job somewhere. He wondered what Hannah would think of that. She’d probably be happy that he was getting out of his life of crime but probably wouldn’t be willing to uproot herself the same way that he was.

  He also had to get his car back at some point. It was the lowest priority but, like the money, he’d feel better once he had it. He nearly asked Hannah to drop him but thought better for it. Safer to just go ahead and call a cab. When he left that afternoon he told Hannah that he would see her soon. She didn’t want him to go, of course. But he had told her he needed the weekend to finish up everything and it was still only Sunday.

  On the way back to The Canyons he tried calling Sergei. There was no answer. It went straight to his voicemail. Not a good sign.
He was usually a very easy man to get a hold of. Brody had no idea when he slept, if ever. Even when he was stinking drunk he was still able to conduct business as well as any CEO. He decided to go look for him after he’d retrieved the Impala.

  He got the car with no problem. It hadn’t been touched in the day since it had been there. He drove over to the bar first since it was on the way. There was no sign of Sergei. He decided to order a drink and try to get something out of the bartender.

  “You’ve seen me in here before, right?”

  The bartender nodded.

  “There’s a guy who I’m usually with when I’m here. Have you seen him?”

  “We don’t like questions here.”

  “I know. I don’t like questions either. But I need to know if he came in here last night.”

  “I’m not going to tell you again.”

  “Fine. But if he comes in here tell him I’m looking for him. He’ll know who you mean.”

  He noticed as he was leaving that the rest of the Russians staring at him, taking mental notes on his appearance. Fine. Let them. It didn’t much matter to Brody. He figured he wouldn’t be welcome back at this particular establishment. Whatever. He hated fucking vodka anyway.

  He made his way over the garage. He tried calling Sergei once again with the same result. This wasn’t funny anymore. For the first time he really began to think that Sergei might have skipped town. If what he said about the Iranian clients was true, he’d been paid handsomely to come up with the BMW. Perhaps it was handsomely enough for him to retire. An extra twenty grand would surely come in handy if that was the case.

  He rolled up to the garage and sensed that something was wrong right away. There was no guard outside, something that Brody had never seen before. Then again, he’d only ever been there on a so-called “scheduled work day.” It wasn’t likely to be guarded around the clock, especially when a big shipment had just left the day before. Maybe it was everybody’s day off. He decided that he had come all the way here and he might as well give a knock on the door. There was no answer. He knocked again and waited. Still nothing.