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

by Allan J. Lewis

  “You did well girl, he didn’t suspect a thing, and he thought you were handing out pamphlets,” Joe congratulated her.

  Alice’s cell phone buzzed in her purse. It was Burrows, and Alice answered it, feeling relieved and pleased with herself. “Hi, did he buy it?”

  “I think so… he hesitated and watched you walk off, but he’s on his way now.” Burrows and Campbell watched Abdul make his way down the street. “You did well Alice, did you manage to make contact?”

  “Yes I shook hands using the badge. It’s all up to Joe now.”

  “Yeah,” Burrows answered, and at Campbell’s signal, she added, “he’s gone now so you can come back and we’ll go have a well-earned cup of coffee.”

  “Roger that.” Alice said as she hung up and marched back to the car feeling like part of the team.

  “Where would they be without us?” Joe asked in her head.

  “I know, right? What a team we make.” Alice answered telepathically. Joe left her saying that if he found out something important then he’d have to wake her up tonight to tell her; if not, he’d contact her at about seven in the morning.

  Alice didn’t realize she had been so nervous until she got in the car. She was glad it was over now and relaxed with the biggest grin ever on her face. “I think that went alright.”

  Burrows was happy for Alice because she knew how badly she wanted to feel like part of the team. “Alice, I think Joe has won over a few more unbelievers in the CIA. They think they have some idea about how Joe gets into people’s dreams.”

  “Huh?” Campbell was just about to pull off and he stopped to listen.

  Burrows went on. “They call it Parapsychology; it’s a study of mental phenomena such as hypnosis and telepathy. They believe Joe is a telepath and somehow gets into people’s dream and hypnotizes them in their sleep through telepathic communication.”

  “So they’ve come up with a name for it?” Alice breathed out. At least they hadn’t found out she and Joe could communicate telepathically. “But Joe said from the go that he could hypnotize his, umm,” she struggled for the right word, “his clients in their sleep.”

  “Yes, and now it looks like they believe him.” Burrows was smiling, because BAU, her department over at Quantico had told her and it was news to Campbell so she had one up on him.

  Alice frowned and asked. “Well that’s good, isn’t it?”

  “I hope so. The more work Joe does, the more they’ll trust him and the better for this team,” she playfully punched Agent Campbell on the arm, “I can see us all having a letter from the President thanking us.”

  “Let’s catch the two bombers first,” Campbell grunted, “before you girls go buying new outfits.”

  Abel was in bed with the list of questions he intended to ask Abdul but he wasn’t sure what time to visit him. He also had Jean on his mind; he knew she would be cursing Joe for ending their dream so abruptly. He laughed to himself for the simple reason for the loss in transmission: two cats outside his bedroom window had started a vicious, protracted fight and the noise had eventually distracted him to the point where he lost concentration. He’d make it up to her though, he was sure of that.

  Abel concentrated on locating Abdul and he found him with no trouble at all. He was in a car lot looking at used cars. “Abdul, are you looking for a car?”

  Abdul spun round, a little startled. “Who are you?” he asked the old man who looked like someone from the old photos of his Arab family.

  “I’m your subconscious. You’ve have blackened the family name, Abdul.”

  “Are you my great grandfather?” Abdul asked, trying to peer into the man’s face.

  “I’m your confessor.”

  Abdul fell to his knees and asked forgiveness and Abel had him under his spell, thereby proceeding to ask him questions. Abel spoke freely, just as he cried freely. The biggest confession was that he was ordered to shoot the Pakistani boy, Kahn. As for the whereabouts of the two Algerians, Abdul had no idea. He had handed them over to a middle-aged woman that he had seen sometime before.

  Beyond that, Abel found Abdul didn’t know much, he wasn’t part of any terrorist group but just a hired hand.

  Abel felt the information wasn’t as important as they were all expecting so relaying it to Alice could wait till morning. That would enable him give Jean a little attention. She deserved it.

  When Abel entered Jean’s dreams for the first time as Joe, she had seen him as Joe, Steve’s friend at work and so Abel kept up the friendship in her dreams. He hadn’t particularly enjoyed playing Joe in the beginning but these days he cherished being young Joe and doing things he couldn’t do in real life. The addition of a bigger manhood was also a plus for him.

  Abel had originally planned to give Jean exciting adventures laced with great sex but now from her thought patterns, she seemed to want more sex than adventure.

  I’ll try to oblige, he thought, as he got into Jean’s dream and took her to the exact moment where the dream had broken off the last time.

  *

  “Oh Captain Morgan, I’m coming.” With that Jean heard the flaps of the tent fly open abruptly and someone enter.

  “Sorry Captain Morgan, but I’ve got to have these papers signed.”

  Jean tried to make out who the hell had walked in. She was a little concerned but she noticed that Captain Morgan didn’t seem to be bothered in the least. He continued poking away at her without breaking his rhythm. Jean held on to the edge of the table for dear life with her face resting sideways on the table. Her cheek seemed to be stuck to the table and with every slow stroke the captain made, her face moved up and down the table.

  Jean thought she must have passed out with pleasure for a short spell, and the only reason she hadn’t fallen off the table was because the captain had her bottom in his hands and was holding her firmly over the table. She was enjoying it but in the back of her mind, she wished the intruder would just hurry up and bugger off.

  “Just put them on the desk, Sergeant Jones and I’ll sign them later.” Captain Morgan was in no hurry as he shagged Jean, watching her bottom raise and fall with every stroke.

  “But Captain, if you don’t sign the papers now we might lose the offer to the other Lord’s cooks.”

  From the sound of his voice, Jean felt the sergeant had come closer and was surely feasting his eyes on her supple, being-ravaged-at-the-moment flesh.

  “What’s so important about this offer,” the captain asked, grabbing the papers with one hand, “that our cook can’t get it in Lord Bedford’s name?”

  “Well it’s not just the dozen sheep and ten chickens,” the sergeant said, craning his neck, “but the price is high because of the other things on the list, so the cook won’t sign.”

  Jean felt the captain’s second warm hand leave the cheek of her bottom, to hold the papers properly, only to be replaced by a cold hand that immediately squeezed and kneaded her butt cheeks. To her surprise, the captain hadn’t stopped! Jean couldn’t believe it was happening to her.

  The sergeant went on. “There’s four milking goats and you know how hard it is to get milk when we are on the march.”

  “That’s true.” He handed the papers back. “Put it down on the desk and I’ll sign it after I give Jean my seal of approval.”

  Seal of approval, Jean thought, he isn’t even trying to hide it.

  Jean felt the papers being put down beside her head and she opened her eyes to see the sergeant’s face. He had a broad grin under his thick beard.

  “Morning gull, aren’t you a pretty thing.” He kissed the back of her hand.

  Jean didn’t answer, couldn’t answer, in fact because he stood back up and went back to talking to the captain in his thick, Welsh accent.

  “It’s not only the goats but he’s selling the old horse and the cart. We could do with another cart right about now. Remember you said those arrows could get spoiled if we pack them in too tight.”
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  “You’re right there sergeant, we need another cart.” He moved his hands to Jean’s hips and pulled himself closer to her.

  “Captain, why don’t you let me help you with the seal of approval while you come sign the papers?”

  Jean lifted her head off the table slightly and looked across at Sergeant Jones as the sergeant pulled his breeches down and grabbed his cock, showing Jean and the captain that he was up for it.

  “Oh my God,” Jean whispered to herself, “he’s got a big cock too.” Jean knew straight away that he would be part of her adventure.

  The captain said nothing. He kept stroking.

  “Captain the sooner you fill the papers, the better chance we’ve got of having that cart.”

  “I suppose you’re right, sergeant.”

  Jean gripped the table tighter for she knew what was going on; it was if they were putting her to some sort of test. The warm hand on her right cheek was replaced by the sergeant’s big cold hand and Jean could feel the captain slowing down his strokes until he pulled out. And without missing a beat, the sergeant’s cock and other hand had replaced the captain’s. Jean gave a little cry of ‘ah’ and bit back on the groans as the sergeant pounded her deliberately. “Sorry Jean, but I better sign them.” Captain Morgan said jovially. “I will be with you in a moment.”

  Jean didn’t know what to say or what their game was but she did notice the captain hadn’t pulled his breeches up and his lovely wet cock was as hard as ever, as he grabbed the papers and read them right in front of her. She wondered what she had gotten herself into: here she was early in the morning being shagged by two Welsh gentlemen who obviously thought little of it.

  “She’s a lovely young gull captain, she reminds me of that one we had when we came back from France.”

  “Jean here is eighteen. That other poor gull might have been eighteen but she looked about fifteen.”

  Jean couldn’t hold back her heavy moans any longer. Their chit-chat had gotten her uncomfortable at some point but she wasn’t listening to them any longer. She just concentrated on her steady approach to the place of no return which she was been driven to by the slow shagging.

  Captain Morgan could see the state she was in and he sat down by the table and brushed the hair falling over her face with his fingers. “By the way Jean,” he smiled at her, “this is Sergeant Jones, he is my senior sergeant, and he’ll be helping me protect you against all those horny soldiers that want to take you away from you husband.”

  “She’s married?” asked the sergeant in surprise as he sped up his strokes. “Who is the lucky boyo that sleeps with this lovely thing every night?”

  “Yes, she’s married and her husband is going to be my squire. Jean here is going to help our cook.” He smiled at Jean. “Tonight, her husband and you and I are going to sleep with that lovely ass, to protect her from the hooligans on this campsite.

  “Bloody hell gull, I’ll be seeing more of you, then.” He patted her bottom.

  The only answer Jean could give was “Yes, yes oh-o-o yes, oooh sergeant yeeees.” Jean had her orgasm with the sergeant grunting and grinding away until he came too, shortly after her. She lay across the table motionless, her legs too weak to carry her. The sergeant was also spent and he lay over her. His weight was crushing her but Jean was so weak she couldn’t even bring herself to talk, much less move out of the way.

  “Bloody hell captain, we’ve got to look after this gull properly.”

  “I intend to, sergeant. I take it that Jean has your seal of approval then?”

  Sergeant Jones smacked her bottom as he pulled away. “One of many approvals, I hope.” He stooped and kissed both cheeks with a loud smacking sound of approval.

  Jean fought to get her breath back and get up for she wasn’t very comfortable in her present position. She watched the captain stand up with the papers in one hand and his erection in the other. He raised the papers towards Sergeant Jones.

  “Sergeant, I thought you said you wanted these papers in a hurry.”

  “Right, Captain. I’ll be off now. See you soon, Jean gull.”

  Jean lifted her head and was about to suggest that if the captain was up for it she’d rather have it on the floor. No words managed to leave her mouth though and the captain didn’t seem to notice she had wanted to speak.

  “Sorry about the interruption,” he said, pushing her head back down on the table and inserting himself back into her. As he laced his strokes in her, he added, “You see, the sergeant and I are good friends. He taught me the bow and sword from a young age.”

  Jean hadn’t had time to get her breath back and he was at her again. Her major problem was that she was bursting for a pee but with the way the Captain was firing away, she knew it would have to wait. He went on about how he would look after her all the way up to York; he sounded very convincing.

  He kept shagging her and squeezing her bottom as he told her how he’d found many a gull as willing as her, but none as pretty as she was. It was obvious – from his statements and from how he had so casually passed Jean to Jones – that the captain was used to sharing his women with the sergeant. Jean, on her part, was completely warming up to the idea of having two or more men at the same time. Whenever she had an internal conflict, she told herself it was just part of being a soldier’s wife – not her nature – for if she had stayed home and become a farmer’s wife, she would have been totally faithful to her husband.

  While she was thinking of this, his hand went down to her belly and descended slowly but purposefully towards her magic button. All the while, the captain had just shagged her slowly and talked to her as if she was one of his gang; there was no romantic talk other than she had a nice ass, if that could be called romantic.

  Different strokes for different blokes, she thought.

  Jean’s little cries of pleasure were weaker than before with the sergeant but they were just as nice. The handsome captain had stopped talking and was now giving her his full attention. She had all but had forgotten about her tired legs and that she wanted a pee. She moaned and groaned to his grunting and Captain Morgan rocked hard between her, both of them heaving until they came as one.

  “Oh gull, you’ve got my seal of approval.” He gave her bottom a squeeze and kissed it. He held her hips as he admired her bent over the table.

  Jean didn’t know what he meant, and why men found her bottom so nice that they wanted to squeeze and kiss it, but she knew he was pleased with her.

  “Thank you,” Jean said as she got up and turned to him on shaky feet. His lovely smile took her breath away and she managed to say “But I’ve got to go now.”

  “No you haven’t got to do anything. Lord Bedford has gone for the morning, and I want to talk to you to get to know you better.” He pulled her to him and kissed her.

  “I’ve got to have a pee first.” Jean was willing to stay all day with him if he asked her. She just needed to get the pee out.

  “Of course, there’s a bucket in the corner.”

  Jean didn’t feel so embarrassed in his presence, not after coming twice right in front of him. So she walked over to the bucket, sat on it and let the warm liquid gush out. She sighed at the relief she experienced and let the last drops out.

  She walked back to him, taking off her dirty apron and letting it drop to the floor. His handsome face lit up and as he kissed her, Jean felt her legs go weak again – he was so good looking. They lay down side by side in a tight embrace and she listened to him breathe slowly. He took her hair in his fingers and examined them. He then looked down at her and asked, “Why don’t you get out of these clothes and let me see you in all your splendor.”

  Jean raised her head and looked at the tent doorway. She said to him, “The flaps are not tied; someone could come in and catch us.”

  “They already have, and that makes it more exciting, wouldn’t you say?” Captain Morgan asked with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Who knows, your husband mi
ght come in and catch us both naked… in a very intimate situation.”

  Jean got up to oblige him. She slowly took her blouse off with one eye on the doorway and one eye on the handsome, smiling captain. His smile was the reward she wanted and it encouraged her to continue. She dropped her skirt, kicked it aside and turned around twice for Captain Morgan to take a good view. As she turned, she made sure she stuck her bottom and tits out. When she had completed both turns, she struck a tantalizing pose with her legs apart and her hands on her hips.

  Jean asked cheekily. “So when do I start work?”

  “You truly are beautiful,” Captain Morgan said, “and you started work when you didn’t tell me or Sergeant Jones to bugger off. When we both took you on that desk and you didn’t complain. You seemed to enjoy it as much as both of us. You may hate Sergeant Morris for telling me your secret, but I think it was meant to be this way, and I’ll forever be in Morris’ debt although I hope I never see him again.”

  He went over, took Jean in his arms and kissed her. “When Morris told me how your husband invited him and Sergeant Brown into your tent and the three of them made love to you while you gave yourself up willingly, I was intrigued. I listened, enthralled, as Morris told me you were newlyweds and that your husband held you while he and Sergeant Brown made love to you.” – He brushed the hair from her face – “I heard your husband told you he was proud of you the way you handled yourself and that that night was just part of the adventure. Well guess what,” he kissed her gently on the lips and then the tip of her nose. “Now I am part of your adventure.”

  That was music to Jean’s ears – the revelation that she would have two new protectors.

  “Morris described you and your husband as so young and innocent that any man who meets you would fall in love with you. He said you were the most beautiful creature he had ever seen and having you make love to the three of them drove him mad for more; he would give a year’s wages just to have one more night with you. When I heard that, I had to come find you. I craved for you before I had even seen your beauty and Morris was right! You are a beauty to behold and now that I’ve made love to you, I crave for more.”