On the Run 2

by Paul Westwood

  The interior here was modern nightmare: glass, Swedish furniture, track lighting, bold colors and violent paintings. There was a white kitchen, a small dining room table, and chairs and a sofa that faced the open windows which looked out into the neon blaze of the city. And this was all in one room. A small hallway jogged off in the distance, in all probability leading to the bedrooms and bathroom.

  “What do you think?” she asked as she set down her purse on the table. From the sound I could tell there was something heavy inside.

  “Interesting. Perhaps not my taste, but still interesting.”

  “My client is a bit of a modern art collector. Do you like art?”

  “I like women and whiskey. They’re the only things I enjoy.”

  She gave me a wicked little smile. “Would you like to enjoy some time with me?”

  I felt my tongue getting thick. The words were trapped inside of me. Instead I slowly nodded.

  “Give me a few minutes to freshen up and then you can meet me in the bedroom. Okay? It’s the only way I can think of thanking you for coming to my rescue.”

  I nodded again. My heart was beginning to really race now. I watched as she sauntered off to the bathroom. The motion of her hips was something exquisite to behold. When the door shut and after the shower started, I reached over for the purse. I unzipped the top. There was a little automatic inside, a Beretta. It made me wonder why she hadn’t used it on those two creeps in the alleyway. Perhaps there was something I couldn’t trust about this woman. I would find out soon enough. I took out the gun, removed the clip and then put the gun back inside. I closed the purse. I put it back in the exact same spot that I had found it.

  Pocketing the clip, I walked past the bathroom and went to the bedroom. At least here the owner was more conservative. There was a large king bed with black sheets, a pair of night stands and matching lamps made with yellow stained-glass. The carpeting was so thick I could barely hear my feet. I pulled off my shoes and socks first. After that I stripped down to my boxers, leaving the pile of clothes on the ground. I slid under the covers and waited with my head propped up on a pillow.

  My wait wasn’t long.

  She came into the room without a stitch of clothing on. She obviously wasn’t in the mood for a subtle seduction. But there was nothing subtle about her body. The female form is a lovely thing that’s usually improved or highlighted by the right clothing. Beth was one of the rare ones who looked even better in the nude.

  Her voice was low and sensual. “You aren’t going to fall asleep are you?”

  “No,” I replied, my voice sounded like it was filled with gravel.

  “Why don’t you rest there and watch me?”

  Beth went over and pulled the blinds open. In the light of the neon, her breasts looked perfectly white and smooth, except for the hardened nipples. She was a well-endowed woman alright. I could feel my blood pressure rise. As I watched, she stretched forward and back, revealing the taut stomach of someone who really took care of themselves.

  “Do you like me?” she asked.

  “Yes,” I replied, feeling a bit like a fool. I wanted her bad.

  She gave a little smile before spinning around in a slow circle. Now I could see all of her: the lovely black hair, the smooth neck, the chest, the lovely arms, the flat stomach, the small patch of pubic hair, and her taut buttocks.

  “Would you like me to join you in bed?” she asked playfully.

  I felt as if I was going to die if I didn’t get to be with her. “Please,” I croaked out, feeling as if my beating heart was going to explode.

  She gave a little laugh. “I’m glad I’m having this effect on you, James.” She then got on the bed, sliding under the covers to be near me. Her arms wrapped around my neck and her face upturned to meet mine in a kiss. As our flesh touched, it seemed as if her body was on fire. I felt like an animal.

  We kissed. After a few pecks, she parted her mouth and slid her tongue against mine. Our hands explored each other’s bodies, each caress becoming bolder and bolder. Her body felt as good as it looked. A few more lingering kisses and then Beth disappeared under the covers. She kissed my neck and then my chest. I moaned with pleasure, my hands running through her hair which brushed lightly against my skin. After kissing my stomach, she paused as if tantalizing me further with the possibility of what would happen next. With a jerk she pulled down my underwear.

  “My, my,” she said, “your little friend looks happy to see me.” She than wrapped her tongue around my hard manhood and went to work.

  I could tell Beth had done this sort of thing many times before. The pleasure was so intense that I tensed the muscle in my legs, expecting to come any moment. After a moment she suddenly stopped. “Now, now,” she breathed out, “Please save some of it for me, honey.”

  I nodded in reply, breathing hard. “Yes,” I managed to say between gasps.

  She let out a little laugh and then whipped the covers off. Before I could say or do anything, Beth was resting on her side, head down. She pulled me over and proceeded to suck on my cock again while I was confronted by her shaved pussy. I stuck my tongue in and began to lick the lips. It tasted wonderful. As I did this, I slipped a finger inside, moving it slowly and rhythmically. She moaned, which only made me work harder and harder. Her body gave a rocking shudder that shook her body so hard that she had to stop and rest for a moment.

  After a brief spell, she suddenly turned around again and pushed me on my back. Her lips were close to my ear. Now she was the one breathing hard. “You’re damn good at what you do, honey,” she gasped into my ear. She then grabbed my shaft with one hand and guided it inside of her. With my hands resting on her back, Beth began to slowly ride me up and down, moaning gently as she went. She was so good and so tight that I felt as if I was going to climax right away. The rhythm increased in pressure and timing. Once again, Beth stopped right on the precipice of my release, waiting until I regained control.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. With a burst of animal strength, I pushed her off to the side, forcing Beth on her back. I slipped inside of her, working slowly and surely at first. She stared deep into my eyes as I made love to her. As she came again, I quickened the pace, bringing her to orgasm in seconds after the first one. This went on until she tried to pull away. She was panting.

  “Please, lover, I need a rest.”

  I pulled out, and pulled her up onto my lap. We kissed. Using my hands, I felt her breasts, the heaving of her chest, and the hardness of her nipples. I then moved back onto my knees and with easy motions, suggested that Beth over turn over. She readily complied. Her lovely buttocks were below me. With one hand clasped around her thin waist, I entered her wet pussy from behind. I went deep inside, moving at a nice rhythm. She moaned so loudly that the sound of her voice echoed against the confines of the walls. I began to work harder and faster.

  The sensation of pleasure rolled down my spine and hit my pelvis like a bolt of lightning. As I came, the orgasm shook me so hard that I could only breathe and hold on to her. Just before coming inside, I pulled out. She was quick. In seconds she had turned over and placed her mouth over the tip of my cock. She swallowed my load, which seemed to go on forever. When I was done, I collapsed to my side and gasped, trying to suck in whatever air I could find. .

  Beth let out a little laugh. “My god,” she said, “That was fantastic.”

  “Thank you,” I managed to say, each word a battle with exhaustion.

  “I need to go clean up. I’ll be right back.” She scampered off.

  I heard the bathroom door shut. I spent that time catching my breath and wondering what was going to happen next. The door to the bathroom opened again. But it took a few seconds longer than expected for her to show up. Beth was back in her red dress again. The purse, which I kept an eye on, was slung over her arm. It was tucked in close to her waist in a position that was easy to reach.

  She sat down on the bed. “We haven’t really talked about what happened in th
at dreadful little alley. I’m glad you came to my rescue.”

  “So am I.” I felt exposed without any clothing on but pretended to be indifferent.

  “And I apologize for doubting your story. It just seemed too fantastic that the mob was after you. What did you do to them?”

  I gave a short laugh. “I took a picture of the wrong guy at the wrong time. He’s a local politician who happens to be dirty as hell. If this gets out to the press, the mob will lose their in to millions of dollars of contracts. That picture is worth a lot to the right people.”

  “I bet it would be. Where did a clever fellow like you hide it?” The asked the question in an off-handed manner, but a slight catch in her voice betrayed the nervousness underneath.

  “Oh somewhere safe,” I replied.

  Her hand shot inside the purse and pulled out the pistol. The barrel was pointed right at me. She didn’t seem to notice that the clip on the bottom was missing. “Why don’t you tell me, lover?” she asked, her voice as hard as nails.

  I gave a little laugh. “You were a plant, weren’t you? You were told to be on the lookout for me. I came stumbling in to that casino and there you were, waiting for me. I bet there were a few of you call girls at every bar and gambling joint, just waiting for me. You were the eyes and ears of the mob. But even after searching my hotel, they still didn’t find the photo. What makes you think that I’m going to tell you?”

  “Because I’m the one with the gun,” she snapped back.

  “Why didn’t you bring this up before we made love?” I asked.

  My words hit her like a twisting knife. A frown crossed those beautiful lips. “Look, I can’t just let you leave. You have to tell me where those photographs are or else the mob will be coming after me. As much as I like you, I can’t let that happen.”

  “I won’t let anything happen to you,” I said. “Come with me. We can leave this city together and get somewhere safe. Maybe Mexico.”

  The barrel of the gun wavered. I felt the tensed up muscles of my back began to relax.

  “Do you think we could get away?” she asked hopefully.

  “Sure,” I said. “All we need is a car and our passports. We can make it.”

  “I’ve got a car,” she said. “It’s back at my apartment along with my passport.”

  “Good,” I said. “We’ll go by your place and then head back to the hotel to pick up my stuff. We’ll be able to make it.”

  Beth put the gun down on the bed and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I kissed her on the mouth. We were leaving Los Vegas together. I didn’t trust this lovely woman but that didn’t mean I couldn’t love her.

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  Malediction: Two centuries after the Final War, civilization struggles to rise from the ashes of the new Dark Ages. An innocent man turned outlaw is forced on a journey across a desolated landscape, risking his life to deliver a warning to the growing rebellion. The message he carries will change the balance of power, and with it, the hopes of humanity.

  Murder at Zero Hour: William Grant, an American, joins the British Army during the Great War. He is posted to France, where he witnesses the horrors of war on the front line. During a dangerous night patrol, a captain is murdered, leading to a series of unanswered questions. With only his wits, Grant must solve the mystery while keeping his own skin intact. Will he be a victim of war or just another victim?

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