Roadside Service

by B. L. Wilde

  “Mmm, is that so?” he mused, still looking at my legs. “I can let you use the restrooms upstairs on one condition.” With a smirk on his face, he stood up and handed me my purse. “I’d have to escort you.”

  “You wouldn’t mind?”

  “It would be my pleasure,” he smoldered, showing me the way upstairs. “Are you here alone?”

  “No, I’m here with a friend but I somehow managed to lose her.” I smiled shyly, following him as I tried to ignore Zara panicking in my earpiece.

  “Jade, someone is right outside!” She needed to shut up before she was overheard and our mission was be blown.

  “Are you and your friend members of the press?”

  “No. Mr. Casey is an acquaintance of ours. ”

  “Oh, I’ve heard he has a lot of those,” the guard chuckled, showing me the door to the restroom. “I’ll wait here to escort you back to the party.”

  This was Zara’s first mission; I was only here for backup in case she got into trouble. All new recruits had support on their first few missions. My first assignment had been a similar job to this. Stealing an object from a safe was probably the easiest task to have once you knew the location.

  “Jade!” Zara hissed in my ear. “Where are you?”

  “I’m in the restroom. Give me a second to stun the guard.” I opened the door, leaning seductively against the frame. “I was wondering if you’d give me a hand with my stockings,” I purred, watching the guy swallow hard as he eyed me from head to toe.

  “I was hoping you’d say that,” he smoldered, pushing me inside. I had several amazing gadgets thanks to my line of work. A purse with a built in stun gun was one of many. I turned my purse to stun as he pinned me against the wall and began to kiss down my neck. “You are so sexy,” he groaned, moving his hands down my neck toward my breasts.

  “And you’re an idiot,” I grinned before stunning him just below his ear. He fell to the ground like sack of potatoes and I had to laugh. Sometimes they made it too easy.

  When I was sure the guard was out cold, I raced down the corridor. Zara and I would only have ten minutes at the most until he woke up.

  “Zara, it’s clear,” I whispered, scanning the hallway.

  “I’m sorry,” she whimpered, coming into sight. Her brown eyes looked defeated. “Maybe I’m not ready.”

  “This is your first mission. I won’t let you fail, Zara. You can do this! Now, let’s get those photos and get the hell out of here!” I winked, grabbing her hand.

  Our client was being blackmailed with some racy pictures that had been taken a few years ago. We’d been assigned to get them—along with the negatives—back.

  “My hands are shaking,” she muttered, running them through her dark brown hair.

  “Just breathe. We’ll be out of here in a matter of minutes.”

  “I never imagined it would be this intense. Training didn’t prepare me for this.”

  “It comes with experience—trust me,” I whispered, making my way over to the safe. “Do you have the code memorized?”

  “Yes. Two, four, six, nine, zero.” She frowned before adding, “Or was is zero, nine?”

  “I’ll just use the decoder,” I sighed, rolling my eyes. Recruits! “We don’t have much time left. Watch the hallway while I do this.” Within minutes, I had the photos and negatives in my hand.

  “Jade, someone is coming!” Zara hissed, rushing over to me. “I think they’re on to us.” Great! Why did I accept this damn mission again? Molly had offered to do it, and now I wished I had let her.

  Zara was right, though; I could hear several bodies moving around just on the other side of the door. They must have found the guy in the restroom.

  I looked out toward the balcony, knowing it was our only escape route now. I just hoped Zara wasn’t scared of heights.

  “We’ll need to make a quick exit. How are your climbing skills?” I motioned toward the large window.

  “I’ll race you,” Zara giggled, quickly grabbing a head start. Maybe she would fit into the Seductors, after all.

  ****

  “How did it go with Zara?” Miss S.—Sonia to her close friends—asked when I returned to headquarters the next day.

  “Really good. She’s fearless. She climbed down a building in four inch heels without even batting an eye,” I chuckled.

  “She sounds like you when you first started,” Sonia snorted. “So you think she’s ready to go solo?”

  “I’d have her do one more mission with a backup just to be safe. She froze a little at the beginning.”

  “Okay, I’ll see who’s free. “

  “I don’t mind watching her again.”

  “You’ll be busy,” Sonia smirked.

  “You didn’t summon me here just for feedback on Zara?” I’d been hoping Sonia had a new mission for me, and it looked like I was in luck. My latest solo mission was almost complete, and I liked to keep myself busy.

  “I have a priority mission I want you to take, Jade. The rewards for this one are huge,” she explained as she passed the paperwork over to me. “It’s going to take a few months of hard work to infiltrate the actual home of Mr. Kirkham. As you can see, he owns quite a few properties, but only one of the locations houses the main hard drive that our client needs. I’m sure you can use your talents as an advantage to find out which one, though.” I laughed, knowing exactly what Sonia meant. I was one of her top Seductors, after all. In the last five years, I had made over fifty million dollars for the company. My looks helped…a lot. I was your typical perfect blonde with clear blue eyes and legs that went on forever. Men fell for my innocent act, but I was no angel in real life. It never took a target long to find that out, either. Especially if I chose to take them to bed to gain access to what I’d been assigned to steal. I didn’t always need to go the whole way, though—I was just that good.

  Sonia was the top dog at the Seductors, and she reported straight to the owner of the organization. I guess you could describe our headquarters in Florida a little like the playboy mansion, except we had guys here, too, and all of us were trained to defend ourselves if we needed to. Rule #6: Seductors must make sure they are always able to protect themselves from any sudden danger. A monthly refresher is mandatory to renew certification.

  I could only speculate that our founder must have once been a secret agent or in the FBI in the past, because the contacts this organization had could rival that of the Secret Service. I was still trying to work out if that person was a male or female, but either way, our founder was a genius.

  As I sat in front of Sonia, I began to look closely over the paperwork. My new target was a Mr. Oliver Kirkham of Kirkham Industries. He wasn’t a bad looking guy according to the picture in his file: tall, dark and handsome—just the way I liked them. His income stats weren’t too bad, either. Half a billion dollars in net profits last year. Damn, that was a lot of money. He had no partner at the moment, although he had been linked to quite a few women over the last few years. Nothing appeared too serious, however, which was interesting.

  It seemed I’d need to travel a bit to track this Mr. Kirkham down. London and New York seemed to be popular places for him.

  “When do I leave?” I asked Sonia while I was still reading Mr. Kirkham’s file.

  “He’s due in London next weekend to head up an industrial conference.”

  “Now, that sounds like fun,” I teased.

  “I’m sure you’ll be able to liven up his visit, Jade,” Sonia winked. “Make sure you read that file carefully. We have a lot of money riding on this contract, so we can’t afford any mistakes.”

  “Have I ever let you down?” I pointed out.

  “Why do you think I’ve put you on this assignment? When do you think you’ll complete the job you’re on right now?”

  “I’ll have the diamonds by tomorrow evening,” I smirked.

  “That quickly?” Sonia looked impressed, but then I had only been on the job for two weeks.

  “
It’s an easy steal. I made first contact yesterday, and of course we hit it off. I’m meeting him at his house tomorrow,” I replied.

  “You’re ruthless, Jade,” Sonia grinned before dismissing me.

  As I continued to study my new file, it became clear that Mr. Kirkham was big in the weapons industry. Our client wanted the blueprints for a new machine—the S1030—that was being designed by his company. No wonder this was such a big payout for us.

  I had no conscience when it came to stealing, nor did I know who wanted these blueprints. Clients had the choice of remaining anonymous to the chosen Seductor—as was the case with this job—but I never thought about the outcome anyway. This was business. It was all about the money, and this deal was worth five million dollars. It was the biggest mission I’d ever been assigned to, and I would succeed. There was no doubt in my mind.

  It would be really nice to work on just one case for a few months without having to worry about other assignments; sometimes I felt like a prostitute when I was tasked with seducing more than one target at the same time. This Oliver was becoming more pleasing to the eye each time I gazed at him.

  Oh, this could even be fun!

  “Hey, Sweet Pea. How did it go with Zara?” Molly beamed while I was lying on my bed. She was one of my roomies here at headquarters and a perfect petite brunette. Georgie—my other roommate—Molly and I were often referred to as the three musketeers because, when we weren’t on a mission, we were always together.

  “Good. She completed it.”

  “Awesome! What are you reading?”

  “Information about my new target.”

  “Oh, can I see?” she questioned. I had to roll my eyes at her request; she knew the rules. You couldn’t go looking into another Seductor’s cases. Rule #3: Case files are confidential. Anyone found sharing information will be dealt with accordingly.

  Everyone knew the ‘dealt with accordingly’ part couldn’t be good, so no one had broken the rule yet to actually find out.

  A Seductor’s contract spanned for ten years. We were tied to those contracts, and if we ran, we would be tracked down and killed. This, of course, was all explained before we signed on the dotted line. It may have sounded horrific—being killed if you ran—but it wasn’t. No one would run from this job because the money and perks were limitless. I’d only ever heard of one case, years ago, where it had ended that way, and it was the Seductor’s own fault; he didn’t obey the number one rule. Rule #1: Seductors must never get attached to their target. If this happens, the mission will be classified as a Code 1 and any further contact between the target and Seductor will be terminated.

  I was halfway through my contract and never wanted it to end.

  “Don’t you have your own target to read about?” I pointed out to Molly.

  “Yes,” she sulked, slumping down on her bed. “I bet you get to travel again, don’t you?”

  “Maybe,” I smirked, going back to my file.

  “You and Georgie always get to travel.” Molly let out a deep sigh before pulling her own target information out to read up on.

  ****

  “Oh, God…yes, Jade!” I was slowly riding up and down on Mr. Manning’s less than impressive length. His divorce had ended badly this year, and his wife was very bitter. She’d paid for a Seductor to steal her diamond necklace that he had been awarded by the courts, as an extra payment for his betrayal. A woman scorned and all that crap, I guess. The necklace was valued at over one hundred thousand dollars, so I could see why she wanted it. I was sure the ex-Mrs. Manning would get over his treachery once she’d gotten her diamonds back.

  “I can’t believe how turned on you make me,” I moaned, arching my back as I pushed harder against him. These men were all the same. You could fuck them senseless and then steal their whole life while they slept. It was so easy.

  “I can’t believe I’ve only known you for three days,” Mr. Manning panted as he moved his hands up to my lace covered breasts. I forced a grin, moving them away. I didn’t like to be touched if I could help it. I was still more or less fully clothed, too. I’d just hitched my skirt up and opened my top, wanting to make this quick so I could start planning for my mission with Mr. Kirkham.

  “Let me do the touching,” I smoldered, pushing his arms behind his head on the pillows. “If you still have the energy once I’m finished, you can touch me anywhere you want.” Mr. Manning nodded, groaning as I began slam down onto him, moving my hand behind me to play with his balls. By the time I was done, he wouldn’t be able to move and I’d be able to take the diamond necklace from his safe. I’d be gone before he even awoke.

  Another mission completed, and yet somehow, I knew my next mission wasn’t going to be quite this easy.

  ****

  I’d only touched down in London a few hours ago, but I was already perched on a stool at the exclusive Savoy Hotel Bar where Mr. Kirkham was staying. I’d opted for a simple black cocktail dress, which showed off my ample cleavage perfectly. I was lucky—I had curves in all the right places and was able to drive the men wild. My breasts were debatably one of my best assets, and completely natural. After curling my hair, I’d pulled half of it back and pinned it in place. I was touching my lipstick up when my target finally arrived in the bar.

  His picture really didn’t do him any justice. As he glided through the room effortlessly, he shook hands with a few people he must have known. He looked younger than his photo, but then I had read that he was only thirty-two.

  I suspected a lot of the people in the bar would be attending the industrial conference that he was leading this weekend. That was going to make it difficult for me to try and get him alone, but not impossible.

  The first contact with a target was always about observation—watching for any threats, taking note of their favorite drink, being ready for that first connection, and lastly, making sure you were the actual sex the target was attracted to. I’d been there once before and I can tell you now, I may have been good at my job, but I wasn’t that good.

  Mr. Kirkham definitely liked the ladies. I watched his hands linger on a few attractive women numerous times in the first hour I sat watching him.

  For a rich man, I was shocked to discover his preferred drink was a bottle of lager, but then again, maybe he was just trying to relax. Lager was a lighter drink than liquor.

  He seemed to have the gift of conversation, too, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I was looking forward to meeting him.

  “Can I buy you a drink, Beautiful?” I heard the guy sitting next to me ask. I sighed, trying not to roll my eyes at the drunken idiot.

  “I’m good, thank you,” I smiled, turning my stool away from him. I was trying to work here!

  Men were all the same. They would see a woman alone and instantly think it was an opportunity to try and pick her up. I never was a woman you could chat up, even before I found this job.

  “You’re here alone, aren’t you?” he whispered into my ear while his chest rubbed against my back. He really shouldn’t have been doing that. He wouldn’t like it if I got angry.

  “Hey, Jackass! What part of ‘I’m good, thank you,’ don’t you understand?” I seethed, spinning in my seat. The guy was no oil painting, either. He didn’t stand a chance with me in the slightest.

  “I don’t like seeing a beautiful woman drink alone,” he slurred.

  “Trust me, if it’s a choice between drinking with you or alone, I’m fine with being alone.”

  “Hey!” The guy was about to grab my shoulder, and I’d have floored him if he had, but luckily we were interrupted.

  “Mark, you’re not harassing the ladies again, are you?” I turned and came face-to-face with Mr. Kirkham, himself. Oh my! He was rather dreamy up close. Sonia was right: a few months with this guy wouldn’t be so bad. I may even be able to teach him a thing or two and finally get an orgasm out of it—without having to use my own fingers for once. Maybe it was the men I had been assigned to, or the knowledge that the connecti
on wasn’t real, but never in my five years as a Seductor had a target brought me to orgasm. Why was I thinking about orgasms already? I hadn’t even spoken to the man yet.

  “She was insulting me, actually, Oliver!” Mr. Drunk mumbled, glaring daggers at me.

  “I merely said I didn’t need a drink after your kind offer. If I had of insulted you, I would have said your breath smelled or that color shirt looks ridiculous on you,” I replied, watching Mr. Kirkham’s eyes lighten with humor.

  “I still think you should let me buy you a drink,” Mr. Drunk sneered, trying unsuccessfully to be seductive.

  “I’d really rather you didn’t,” I whimpered, using my innocent approach. Oh, Mr. Kirkham, save me! I’m just a poor little girl that needs to be protected.

  The truth was, I was going to seduce the pants off Mr. Kirkham over the next few months. Hell, who knew? I might even be able to start tonight.

  “Mark, leave the poor woman alone,” he scolded. “You’ll have to excuse Mark.” Mr. Kirkham was now giving me his full attention, gazing at me with those brown, almost black, eyes of his. Using that to my advantage, I crossed my legs and gave him a great view of my upper thigh. I leaned in closer to him, too, knowing it would show my cleavage off nicely. “I can ask him to leave if you want.”

  “Are you always this heroic?” I asked, looking away and acting shy.

  “Only for extremely beautiful women,” he grinned.

  “You’re making me blush,” I giggled, running my fingers over the top of my glass, silently teasing him. He was a man, after all, and I knew he was already picturing me naked, hoping he could run his own hands all over me.

  “I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intention, I was just stating the truth.” Mr. Kirkham took the stool next to me, which luckily blocked my view of the drunken guy.

  “Do you charm all the ladies this way?”

  “All the ladies?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow at me.

  “I’ve been watching you tonight. You seem quite the celebrity,” I sighed.