Kill The President's Women (Joe The Magic Man Series Book 2)

by Allan J. Lewis

  “Are you an archer?” What she really wanted to know was if his dad was the man who picked crops with Steve-e-Joe.

  “I can shoot a bow as well as most,” he replied, “but I have the best marksmen in the world.” There was a resounding pride in his voice. “They can shoot arrows more accurately than any other army can match but… I didn’t ask you here to talk about my men.”

  Jean swallowed hard as she became aware of his eyes on her bust. “You didn’t?” She had to listen hard to hear everything he said, with his strange accent and rich, deep voice that seemed to recite his words like poetry or some form of music. He went behind her, brushed her hair off her shoulders and kissed her neck.

  Jean felt goose bumps break out all over her skin. “Please sir,” she pulled her head away slightly, “I don’t know what you want?”

  “What if I was to tell you that I was speaking with your friend, Sergeant Morris last night?” He saw the shock go through her body as she tensed up, “Sergeant Morris came up with the advance party and he joined me for a drink. He told me all about you and your Uncle Johnny and that your husband loved having you play the game, the Kings Messenger.”

  Jean was embarrassed and every nice sensation she had felt in the presence of the tempting Captain dissipated quickly. She didn’t turn around to face him but stared angrily at the back of the tent as tears built up in her eyes.

  She said, “Sergeant Morris is not a friend of mine if he can’t keep a secret. My husband let him share our tent and this is how he repays us.”

  “What can I say, I’m glad he told me about you and your husband, but I’m sure I would have spotted your beauty without him telling me your story.” He kissed her neck again.

  Jean wished the kiss would have no effect on her but she promptly began having difficulty breathing. His hands went from her neck across her shoulders and down her bare arms to her elbows and back. It was extremely arousing because his touch was as light as butterflies. Jean knew the next stop for his hands would be her bust and she waited. She was really upset with Morris but the captain was a good looking man and she was enjoying his attention. I hope Sergeant Morris gets all the shit jobs.” The captain kissed her shoulder, gently caught hold of her breasts and lifted them gently. “I hope I never see him again.”

  Jean hoped he didn’t notice the quiver in her voice. She wondered if she should act offended, turn around and slap him across the face for touching her breasts but a little voice in her head told her, He’s just playing games with you, besides you’re enjoying it, aren’t you?

  “I’ll do my best to make sure Sergeant Morris is in charge of cleaning the mess up in the fields that we leave behind us.” He came and stood in front of her, kissed her on the lips and carried on massaging her tits. “I’ve got to tell you that I was fascinated with how your husband hired Sergeant Brown to protect you, and how understanding your husband is. You are a very lucky girl to have a husband that’s not jealous of other men making love to you.” He kissed her before she could say anything.

  Jean was enjoying it. She felt like throwing her arms around his neck, kissing him and dragging him down on the floor. She wanted to place her hand on his cock and she wished that it was nothing like Captain Sinclair’s.

  “I admire your husband so much that I’ve asked the Major if I could have him as my squire.”

  Jean’s eyes shot open and she took an involuntary step back. “You can’t take my husband away from Lord Bedford’s regiment.” Captain Morgan stepped forward to meet her and kiss her hard. “It’s alright, my band of men are part of Major Bedford’s regiment, so you will see a lot of your husband. Or you can come with him and help my cook out; he’s always moaning he hasn’t got enough help.”

  Jean thought about his offer as his hand somehow found its way under her blouse and began fondling her bare breasts. “You want both of us to be caught?” she asked him.

  “I want to be your protector just like Sergeant Brown. And back home in Wales, we play a game much like the ‘King’s Messenger’ but it’s not for Lords and Ladies. It’s more for the men of the valleys and a farm girl. It’s called ‘Salmon Jumping’: the woman doesn’t change horses, she changes fish. Your husband can pick the fish and how many.” He kissed her again before she could speak. “Sergeant Morris was right about your lovely, firm tits.”

  Jean didn’t know what to make of the situation; she didn’t like him talking about Morris but he kept on so she had to put up with it. She blushed at the thought of the Captain telling Steve-e-Joe about salmon jumping. How many would he pick, seeing as he had more than a hundred men to choose from.

  Captain Morgan pulled away from her and sat back down. Jean stared at him; maybe this was the end, maybe he had satisfied his curiosity.

  “Would you like to come work for me?”

  Jean nodded and asked, “Will me and Steve-e-Joe have our own tent?”

  “Yes, your tent will be right next to mine.” She nodded again and he was pleased. “Good, Morris said you’ve got the loveliest ass he’s ever seen and kissed, just perfect: nice and round but not too big.” He smiled at her. “I’d like to see if he was telling me the truth.”

  Jean hoped Morris hadn’t said anything about shoving his finger up there or surely, that would be the next thing.

  “Turn around for me, Jean and lift your skirt up for me to see that perfect ass.”

  Jean did what he asked and she hoped it didn’t seem like she was doing it as some form of payment for being allowed to work with her husband. She lifted her skirt right over her hips, showing everything. He placed his hand on her hips and stroked her bottom giving it a little squeeze. He kissed both cheeks and for the umpteenth time, Jean wondered what it was about her ass that men liked so much.

  “Yes, you got a lovely ass, the kind a man would want to cuddle up to on a cold night.”

  He studied it carefully, almost academically, for a while then finally he asked her to turn round.

  “Morris said you had lovely strong legs and a lovely big bush for a girl so young.”

  Jean cursed the apron she had on; she didn’t wait to be asked to lift her skirt and apron to show her legs, she did it and stood with her legs slightly apart. Jean didn’t like the “big bush” part – somehow it didn’t sound very nice. He held his arms out for her to step forward and she did. He kissed her belly and then her thighs. Jean watched him shove two fingers into his mouth and then shove them inside her. She gave a moan that seemed to please the captain.

  “Oh yes, your tent is going to be next to mine.” Captain Morgan said, as his eyes took in her beauty, youth and willingness. He had been expecting a slap and a mouthful of foul language from her but she bit her tongue and did his bidding.

  Jean held her skirt up as high as she could, showing him as much as she could. She was glad when she noticed how much pleasure he was having from it. He stood up and started to untie his breeches; Jean stared at the bulge, hoping this tall, handsome stranger had a big cock so he’d be part of her adventure. A small cock would be a huge disappointment. Out came a lovely big cock, not as big as Uncle Johnny’s but just like Steve-e-Joe’s. She thought they looked exactly same. In fact, if you could have twin cocks then this would be Steve-e-Joe’s cock’s twin. Jean kept her skirt up and smiled at the captain.

  “Well then Jean, there’s only one thing left to do before you and your husband come work for me.” He noticed Jean’s smile grow wider. “I want you to bend over the table and let me give you a seal of approval.”

  Jean turned around slowly and strutted the few steps to the table, wiggling her full hips. She bent over and without being asked, she spread her legs. Her heart was beating like a drum and she hoped the sergeant outside wouldn’t run in, saying Lord Bedford was back. She felt him lift her skirt right up over her back, his hands went over her hips and he kneaded her bottom, still admiring it. He came closer and she closed her eyes tight as she felt him rubbing his cock into place. After a li
ttle teasing, he eased himself forward and entered her slowly. Jean had to let out her breath in a big sigh that she had been holding back.

  “You got the right size ass to play salmon jumping. It will make a lovely waterfall and my boys will love showing your husband how to play it.”

  Jean wasn’t sure what he was on about but she didn’t care. She loved the tone of his voice, and the firmness of his strokes. He caught hold of her hips and pumped away, harder and faster.

  “When we finish here, I want you to go get your things, and I’ll show you your new home under my protection.”

  “Oh Captain Morgan, I think I’m coming.” Jean couldn’t help thinking what Meg had said to one of the other wives, that she’d have him after the first woman was done with him. And here she was being given the seal of approval – whatever that meant – by the most handsome man she had ever seen or dreamt about, and she didn’t want to disappoint him so she cried out. “Oh Captain Mor-g-a-an I’m co….”

  With that she heard the tent flaps open.

  “Sorry, Captain Morgan, but…”

  “Oh, I love you…” Jean said as she sat up in bed, back in her apartment. She cursed herself for waking up just as it had come to the best part, but at least she hadn’t woken Steve; he was snoring like an old pig. Jean fell back on the bed and tried to make sense of her dream, and what Joe, wanted of her. Why did he make young Jean masturbate for him, as if it was the first time she was discovering its pleasure? She was a 17-year-old for Pete’s sake and she was brought up on a farm not in a convent. Why did he let Johnny and Steve-e-Joe have a quick fuck and then fall to sleep on her when she was dying to be screwed properly? And why did he let her wake up just as she and Captain Morgan were about to have a beautiful orgasm together?

  Don’t be so critical, She cautioned herself. She reckoned it was as much Joe’s adventure as hers, and he had to enjoy it too. If Captain Morgan, the young, handsome Captain Morgan, was going to be her new protector; then she couldn’t wait for the next episode. At last she would shag a good-looking man, not old, shabbily-dressed men like Morris and Johnny.

  She thought about Captain Morgan again and how his voice reminded her of Tom Jones, the Welsh singer.

  *

  Tuesday October 8th

  Alice woke to the chirp of her cell phone; the ID told her it was John. “Hi love, anything wrong?”

  “I take it you’ve not been up for long yet so you haven’t seen the morning news on TV.”

  “No, and why what has happened?”

  “There was a small piece about the cold case you’ve been working on – the Johnson murders. It didn’t say much, other than a man has admitted to the two murders. No mention of you or Burrows.”

  “Yeah, well it wasn’t her case. She was helping out and we didn’t follow up because we were dragged away to another case.” Alice gave a big yawn.

  “The top secret case you can’t tell your husband about? That one?” The sarcasm in his voice was heavy, but unintended.

  “I’m sorry love, but I can’t talk about it.”

  “Yeah I know honey, but I miss you.”

  “I miss you too.”

  Another call came on the line and Alice said to John, “I’ve got to go love, duty calls. I’ll call you tonight and by then, the story I wrote about the Johnson murders should be in the paper – as soon as the detective in charge clears it. Love you loads.”

  The phone call was from Burrows. She told Alice to get ready to be picked up. There was no urgency in her voice this time around. She asked Alice to go get something to eat and they’d pick her up in an hour.

  “You’re not having breakfast with me?”

  “Nah honey, me and Campbell hit the road early. We already ate.”

  Alice was beginning to get used to waiting outside hotels and motels waiting to be picked up. That morning, as usual, Campbell was on time.

  “Good morning,” Alice said as she got in the car. The car didn’t zoom off before she had had the chance to position her rear properly.

  That’s new, she thought.

  They both answered as one. “Good morning.”

  Burrows half-turned round and spoke as if she were giving a report. “Joe did alright last night.” she nodded towards Campbell, “Agent Campbell phoned the local police and had two officers help him search the bins. They found the two suit cases. There was nothing out of the ordinary in the cases but let’s hope we get prints of the girl that’s helping them.”

  “That’s something.” Alice said, with a nod.

  “Yes,” Burrows went on, “We’ve got footage of the white van leaving the alley. Guess what, it was reported stolen.” She waved her hand to dismiss it, as if it was what they expected. “And we’ve got clear footage of Hadj Haddad leaving at the same time, but the woman driver wore a burka hiding her face, and the license plates were fake.” Burrows shrugged her shoulders as if to say you win some, you lose some. “We’ve got a positive ID on the bodyguard or minder or whoever the guy is that’s been running round with them. His name is Abdul Hussain and he lives up in Pennsylvania. He’s there at the moment.”

  “So he’s more than likely the one who stole the first car that we found in Cisco, right?”

  “Right.”

  “He was on the watch list,” Campbell chimed in as if scared he’d be left out.

  “The what?” Alice squinted in confusion.

  “The Federal terrorist watch list. He’s gone from one of the lowest of interest to our main one to watch.”

  “To watch? Shouldn’t he be arrested?” Alice asked.

  Campbell shook his head. “Do you know there are 800,000 on the data-based watch list?”

  “Wow,” Alice said her eyes widening. “And the FBI is watching them all?”

  “That’s not our department.” He looked at her in his rear mirror. “Anyway we‘ve got to make contact with this Abdul Hussain and let Joe get in to his dreams to find out what he knows.”

  “I see,” Alice said with a nod of excitement. “Rather than fetch Abdul in to help you with your inquiries, you’ll just have Joe get the truth out of him without him or his comrades knowing.”

  “Exactly, and we’ve got a few questions we want you to ask Joe to find out.”

  Alice nodded at him in the mirror. “And how are we going to make contact with him, without him knowing we are on to him?”

  “We’ve got a few hours to come up with something.” Burrows said. “You’ll have to bring that badge into play, somehow.”

  Alice nodded in agreement. She really hoped a bright idea came to her.

  “Our boys are monitoring him 24/7,” Campbell said in a relaxed tone. “He visits the mosque every day, so perhaps we can work something out for you to bump into him. We’ll have you covered, of course.”

  Joe had popped into Alice’s mind and heard the last part. He was quick to guess what they wanted.

  “Hi, Mrs. Timberlake.”

  “Haha… Hi, Joe Mann.”

  Joe read Alice’s thoughts as she filled him in while listening to Campbell at the same time.

  “Tell them you could pretend you’re looking for an address and when this Abdul passes, you’ll ask his help.”

  Alice interrupted Campbell. “I’m so sorry… but I didn’t wanna forget. I think I should meet this Abdul pretending to be lost and ask him directions.”

  Campbell pointed an approving finger at her, saying, “That sounds like a good idea.”

  Alice continued her conversation with Joe; she wanted him around to make this work, so he could jump from her mind to Abdul’s mind when she met him, rather than for Joe to have to come and visit her in her dreams tonight.

  Joe promised he’d try his best to check back and Alice tried to tell him how important the lead was and how Homeland was relying on his information to catch the two terrorists.

  Joe smiled to himself as a tiny feeling seemed to enter him and course through him. It was p
ride. Abel Lazarus was proud to serve.

  By the time they had settled into a hotel, they were told to be ready to meet Abdul on his way to say the evening prayer. Campbell was back to his nervous, edgy self, as he had information passed to him through his ear piece; he was in contact with Control.

  Campbell had the three of them waiting in the car in between where Abdul lived and the mosque he was going to.

  Alice was glad Joe was in her head, he had been with her for the last hour, and he told her he had arranged for some quiet time to himself away from family and friends, knowing that this was very important. Alice sat there nervously holding a piece of paper with a local address written on it. Campbell had written it down while talking to the boys at the Control room. He suddenly sat up and turned to Alice.

  “You’re on; he’s just left his apartment.”

  “Here we go then.”

  Alice got out of the car and went to look at her image in a shop window, to try to relax, act natural and to play her part of this plan. She had seen a blown-up photo of Abdul and had spent minutes memorizing it. She recognized him as soon as he came around the corner. Alice held the paper in her palm, the white piece gleaming in her hand,

  “Excuse me, could you please tell me where this place is?”

  Abdul looked at her from head to toe, analyzing her.

  Alice smiled sweetly. “The cab driver dropped me off here, but...” Alice raised her hands up as if she was confused, “this doesn’t seem be the place.”

  Abdul reluctantly took the paper, read it and said. “It’s just around the corner; the driver should have told you that.”

  “It is?” Alice gave the best look of relief she could muster, “Oh, thank goodness for that, and thank you very much.” She shook his hand, marched up the street and around the corner without looking back, hoping her acting was good enough, and knowing Joe had him already.