By Danica Williams
Copyright © 2011 Danica Williams
This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.
This book contains sexually explicit content and is intended for a mature audience only.
All persons portrayed in this book are over 18 years of age.
There were six of them, all armed with AK-47’s and they were brutal. Their heads were covered with balaclavas, the kind you see on TV on the cop shows. All of the bank employees, mostly young women, were shoved into one corner of the big room. A handful of clients had been inside the bank when the group of men stormed in leaving chaos and fear in their wake. The thugs treated them roughly, shoving them into a tight group with the women. The leader barked an order and two of them grabbed the manager and dragged her into the main office. Another went to secure the entrance to the office where they had gathered the hostages. He then grabbed a slender blonde with large breasts and yanked her from the hostage group, holding her up against himself as he moved away. The remaining thugs kept their assault rifles leveled at the rest of the hostages.
The blonde girl was sobbing hysterically, and the leader slapped her face, rocking her head back. He told her bluntly to shut up. He looked her over carefully, and then ripped her blouse open, tearing her bra in the process and leaving her breasts bared to his gaze. He pulled her to him, pawing one pale, full breast as he spoke for the first time to the hostages.
“Nobody moves!” he commanded. “If all goes well and nobody does anything stupid we will be out of here in just a few minutes and nobody will get hurt.” He started to speak and was interrupted by a call from the masked figure by the front door. “Shit, it’s a cop!” He raised his weapon and fired a burst through the door, sending the police officer running for cover.
He looked out the window, using the sobbing blonde as a shield, and could see what looked like twenty police cars outside surrounding the building. A single phone rang and after a minute or so, dragging the blonde along with him, he crossed over to it and answered. He spoke with them very briefly and slammed the phone down. The blonde became hysterical as he dragged her to the door. When he reached it, he pushed her through the glass. She fell to her knees with glass cuts all over her…and he shot her in the back of the head.
One of the hostages had remained calm and patient. He had seen such men before many times, and he hoped that everyone else would remain calm until the thugs could take what they wanted and leave. When the leader ripped the blonde’s blouse, he feared for the worst. But he knew perfectly well what was coming after the girl was killed. There was no longer any time left for patience. He had to act.
Only a few moments passed before the hostages began leaving the building, women first, their hands in the air. The first officer to reach a hostage received a strange and garbled message. “He’s in there,” she said, “and they are all dead.”
Cassie Taylor stood in the pouring rain directing traffic around the wreck on the bypass. She had no idea why they called it a bypass, it was used more by locals to get home than it was by travelers passing through. She glanced at her watch impatiently; her shift had just gotten off but she couldn’t leave until her replacement arrived, and today was the day she had to go to her mom’s house to pick up her daughter for the weekend.
The loudmouthed man who had hit the pickup truck in the rear end was gesticulating wildly while screaming into his cellphone. He threw his phone into the front seat and angrily approached the driver of the truck, who was standing quietly by the front of his vehicle answering the questions asked by Cassie’s partner. Cassie shouted a warning to her partner. Steve, holding a pen, a clipboard, and a flashlight while trying to write down the driver’s information, never saw the wild haymaker that decked him. The loudmouth was huge, one of those guys that smashes full beer cans on his forehead and lifts cars by their front bumpers to amuse his friends. Cassie was already in motion before her partner hit the ground, calling for backup as she ran.
She pulled her Glock as she ran…this guy was three times her size and mad. She could care less how many of the guys on her shift ragged her about pulling her gun instead of brawling with this kind of monster. As far as she was concerned, the guys could brawl all they wanted to, she was going to go home every night…without bandaids and casts. So far, every person she had threatened to shoot had believed her and let her put the cuffs on quietly. This one didn’t seem inclined to accept her authority, and grabbed quickly for her gun.
Neither of them ever saw the driver of the truck move. He snatched her gun away from her in one swift motion and smashed the handle of the weapon into the back of the troublemaker’s head so hard that the man didn’t stand a chance. He went down fast. Cassie blinked and accepted her Glock back from the man, stunned. The loudmouthed man lay out cold on the wet asphalt. She quickly knelt and handcuffed him, reporting to the radio that she needed a paramedic, but that everything was under control. Her supervisor, lights and sirens on, stopped and jumped from his vehicle.
Cassie managed to work through the following week without any major incidents. When the end of her shift came there were no surprises. “That figures,” she thought, “Tina is going camping this weekend with her Brownie Troop.” The thought of facing a long weekend alone did not hold any real joy for her without Tina’s company, but she could honestly use the rest. The last two years had really been a strain on her. Divorce from her asshole of an ex-husband, trying desperately to find a job that would support herself and her daughter had been ridiculously hard. The job with the Police Department had been an opportunity she had not really wanted, but in the final analysis had been her only real choice.
“Come on, you know you don’t have anything else to do,” Steve said, “Tina’s gone with your mom on the campout and you’re just going to sit around eating chocolate and being miserable.” She swatted at her grinning partner playfully. “Asshole, you want me to sit around swilling beer with a bunch of swaggering young cops trying to grab my ass so I can be more miserable” she said. “It won’t be like that, I promise,” he told her seriously, “the S.W.A.T. Team Commander will be there. They’ve contracted a civilian to teach them Unarmed Combat. He’s the guy that took out those robbers at the bank six months ago. Yesterday the Mayor offered him a job and a badge. We’re getting to know him and “washing it down”. Cassie had been a cop long enough to know that washing down a badge or a promotion was a long standing semi-sacred ritual involving someone’s shift mates buying rounds of beer and yakking for hours. It was usually a lot of fun…no civilians present, and cops were the world record holders for gossip. Besides, she was curious about this ferocious killer of men, probably a real macho jerk like the rest of them. “O.K., I’ll go, but you’ll owe me one” she told him.
Dressed in jeans, tee shirt, windbreaker and the obligatory off duty gun, Cassie entered the local cop bar a couple of hours later. She saw Steve and the S.W.A.T. Team Commander talking to an unremarkable civilian type that seemed vaguely familiar to her. Steve grabbed her and dragged her over to meet the civilian. “You’ve met Virgil before,” he said. Cassie had a flashback of the enormous loudmouth lying on the ground. She had another flash of Virgil handing her Glock back to her…not something she really cared to dwell on. Even so, she knew she owed her life to this stranger and she smiled and welcomed him to the Department. They shook hands, and he held hers just a tad longer than was necessary, his smoky grey eyes gazing into her own brown ones. She looked harder at Virgil. There was nothing remarkable about him unless you were fascinated with smoky grey eyes with flecks of blue in them. He was not o
verly tall, in his early forties, a touch of grey at his temples and black wavy hair cut fairly short. He had a decent build, neither skinny nor fat, but there were no obvious signs of the weight lifter or the serious martial artist about him, and he was very quiet. She watched Steve and the Commander’s interaction with him for a few moments. These were men she knew and respected, men used to being in control of any situation they came upon. And they were treating Virgil with respect.
She spent a large part of the evening listening to the gossip and sipping at her beer. Her eyes kept returning to Virgil. He always seemed to sense her gaze and turned to look directly at her. She in turn sensed an unearthly stillness in him, and it aroused her sense of curiosity. Eventually they found themselves face to face with no one else around. He took her hand gently into his own. “I’ve been waiting for a chance to talk with you,” he said. She normally found unnecessary touching, especially with males, a little distasteful. This man’s touch was neither possessive nor aggressive, just sort of…nice. She smiled at him, “I’ve been right here the whole time.”
Cassie soon found herself spilling her life’s story to this quiet man she felt so comfortable with. When she got to the part about her abusive ex-husband his peaceful eyes flickered with something else, something actually scary for a second, but they changed back to peaceful so quickly she figured she must have imagined it. She caught herself wondering what he would be like in bed and her face flushed. She sat up straight and asked him what style of martial arts he taught in order to clear her mind of the powerful sexual images that had just taken it over. He looked at her as if he knew exactly what was on her mind, but he answered her question anyway. He didn’t teach any style, as he hadn’t studied any formal style. He explained that he was a retired soldier, and the Army had taught him all he had needed to know about unarmed combat. He came from a modestly middle class family. He was the oldest of three children and had entered the Army right out of High school. He planned to attend college on the G.I. Bill and save the strain and the cost of a college education on his family. They spoke for what seemed like a few minutes, but she heard the bartender welcome in a new shift of young cops. She looked around to her surprise and found that all her friends were gone. Even her partner was gone.
“I didn’t realize it was so late,” he said. “I guess we’d better go,” she told him, “the sun must be coming up outside!” Neither of them was ready for the night to end. It was a cool morning, but not cold. They stopped briefly outside the bar and watched the sun come completely up above the horizon. It was glorious. “I’m really not ready to call it a night” he said, “unless you are.” She asked him how he liked his eggs and took his hand.
All through the night of conversation he had touched her. Her fingers, her hand, the inside of her forearm, her wrists; it had all been done idly and inoffensively. His arm casually around her waist felt as natural as if they had been friends their whole lives. When they found their heads close together there was no sense of having their personal space invaded, it just felt…natural. The first time their lips met was no surprise to either of them. The heat of her body’s response to his kiss was a major surprise to Cassie.
Her response triggered an alarm inside her. She knew from experience that her sexual responses were not always in her best interests. Her bad boy attraction for her ex had proved that…but this guy was different. “No way,” she thought, “am I going to just hop into bed with some guy I just met?” She pleaded exhaustion and asked if they could continue at some other time. He smiled and kissed her gently, asking if they could see each other again sometime.
Tired as she was, Cassie couldn’t sleep. She kept thinking about his eyes, and how his strong hands had been so gentle on her. She flushed when she remembered how he had seemed to read her mind when she wondered how he would be in bed. Her hands had been unconsciously touching herself where his fingers had been. She hitched up the long tee shirt she wore for sleeping and raised her knees up under the sheets. Throwing one arm over her eyes, she began leisurely running her fingers down to her pussy. It was surprisingly damp already. She thought of him watching her, seeming to read her mind. She felt again the sweetness of his lips brushing hers. She thought of his hands going other places on her body, places he had not even seen. She felt her own fingers penetrate her seemingly of their own volition and she shuddered because it felt so good. Suddenly she was imagining his gentle fingers inside her pussy instead of feeling her own. Cassie wondered how big his cock was, and how hard it would be. How would it look, pulsing in her soft capable hands. How would it feel to have his scalding hot cum running over her fingers. She came with a wrenching, jarring sensation in her belly.
Even her ex didn’t know how much she loved making a man cum. She had often cum just from the feeling of sheer feminine power, watching the hot cream spilling from the end of his cock. More times than she could remember she had opened her mouth to him, taking his essence into her while staring into his gorgeous eyes. When she watched the look on his face as she gulped at him greedily was the only time she felt he truly belonged to her and her alone. Once she had ridden him until he was just on the brink of his orgasm and leaped off of him, quickly moving her mouth to where her hot grasping pussy had been seconds before. His loud moans and the involuntary jerking of his body as he shot into her mouth gave her a sense of pleasure at her mastery so intense that she came as well, squeezing her legs together, trying to hold the feeling inside her. He was even nice to her for a few days afterwards.
“You seemed to be kinda cozy with Virgil the other night” Steve said. “He’s a nice guy” she responded, “I liked him.” Instead of teasing her more about Virgil, Steve began to tell her of the gossip making the rounds about him. He seemed happy to tell her of what he’d learned, what he knew versus what he’d just heard. He knew that Virgil was forty three, had never been married, had been a highly decorated soldier. There was a rumor going around that he was a Medal of Honor recipient, but that had not been confirmed. Cassie wondered if Steve had ever learned how to turn on his home computer and use the internet. A Medal of Honor was very simple to check, and the citation was posted with the award…anyone with internet service could look it up in seconds. Steve had heard from the gossip that Virgil had killed all six of the bank robbers in mere minutes with his bare hands. The F.B.I. had taken over the case, as was the case in any bank robbery or kidnapping. Usually the kidnapping was plea bargained down to unlawful imprisonment in a robbery, to keep the juries from feeling pity for the defendants because the cops “loaded up” all the charges they could to make an example of them. She thought the idea was absurd, but in this case the point was moot wasn’t it? The perps would never get a trial.
“What would you say to a picnic in the City Park?” Virgil asked her over the phone just before their next set of off days. Cassie took a moment, because she didn’t know if she’d mentioned Tina in their earlier conversations. Better to find out now if he’s the kind of man who turns tail and heads for the woods at the mention of children she thought. She took a deep breath and plunged right in. “My daughter lives with me on the weekends, she stays with my Mother when I’m working swing shifts” she said into her cell phone. “How old is she?” Virgil asked. She explained that her daughter was a rowdy ten year old tomboy. Virgil didn’t seem to bat an eye. “Does she like dogs?” he asked. Cassie laughed and told him the biggest problem she had with her daughter was that Cassie wouldn’t let her have a dog. “You don’t like dogs?” Virgil asked her. “I love dogs,” Cassie said, “but my mother is allergic to them…and Tina has to stay with her when I’m working swings. We couldn’t take care of one.” “Well, if she likes dogs bring her with us” he said, “that doesn’t sound like an insurmountable problem to me!” Cassie laughed and asked what she should bring. Virgil told her to bring Tina and he would handle the rest. They agreed to meet at the park.
The day broke bright, sunny, and warm. Cassie set about her regular weekend chores with energy, and Ti
na helped. Both were looking forward to the picnic, and Tina was ecstatic about getting to play with the dog. Cassie couldn’t resist packing up a bottle of White Zinfandel to take on the outing. She didn’t mind drinking a few beers with the guys, but she preferred the light wine. It would probably go passably well with whatever Virgil picked up at the local fried chicken or barbecue place.
“Where’s the dog?” Tina asked immediately after she introduced Virgil to her. He grinned and whistled one short piercing blast. Across the park came an answering bark, and Cassie turned to see a brownish black blur racing towards them carrying a Frisbee in its mouth. The dog was obviously delighted to meet Tina, and it started to rise up on its hind legs and lick her face. Virgil said, so quietly that Cassie barely heard him “Sit.” The dog obediently sat in front of Tina. Tina looked wide-eyed at Virgil, “Can I pet him?” Virgil smiled at her and nodded. He said, “Mind your manners Bear,” and the dog raised its paw to shake hands with the happy girl. “Bear, this is Tina. She’s our new friend. And this is Cassie.” The dog turned to extend his paw to Cassie. “He’s adorable! What kind of dog is he?” she asked. Virgil said “Heinz” with a perfectly straight face, and Tina looked at him with puzzled eyes. “Like the steak sauce” he laughed, “57 Varieties!” Mother and daughter both laughed at the old joke and Tina ran off with Bear for a game of Frisbee.
Virgil went to his Jeep and brought out a giant two-handled basket to take over to the picnic tables. “We’d better get a place before they’re all taken” he told Cassie. “I’ll come back and get the cooler in a bit.” Giving him a mock scowl, she ran to the Jeep to get the cooler. By the time she reached the tables she wished she hadn’t jumped to the conclusion that he thought she was helpless…the damned thing was heavy!
To her amazement, Virgil began to unpack the giant basket with real plates, silverware, and cloth napkins. There was a pickle tray, deviled eggs, a green bean casserole, a roast chicken, and homemade potato salad. “You cooked this?” she asked in amazement. “Couldn’t eat it raw” he told her as he spread the tablecloth. “Geez, my ex couldn’t even work the microwave” she said. Virgil looked at her. “I’ve been on my own for a long time” he said. “And why is that?” she asked, somewhat teasingly but curious as well. “I was married” he said, “to the Army. The nature of my work sent me away to places I couldn’t write from, or call home.” His face was serious, but there was no trace of self-pity or resentment on it. She asked if he had been a Ranger, Special Forces, or some sort of Special Ops trooper, but he laughed and told her he worked for the Defense Intelligence Agency. “I served with those units.” he said,” and collected all their little qualification badges, but they were just that, qualification badges. My job was Intelligence.” She discovered that he had worked in U.S. Embassies around the world, and that he spoke several languages. “Enough about me,” he said, let’s eat. He unleashed another piercing whistle and shortly Tina and Bear came running to the table. Wide-eyed, Tina said “Wow, this is like Sunday Dinner at Grandma’s!”
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