by Love, Lexi
“What kind of friends?” I asked, curious.
“Oh, you know. Bankers, politicians. It’s a private party so, as they say in Las Vegas, what happens here, stays here. Though, in your line of business I am sure that you would already know that, right?”
I nodded. “I would be delighted to join you,” I replied, as I glanced out as the car whisked past two mammoth looking gates.
It was everything that Patrick had told me and more. There was a tennis court, swimming pool, rose garden, riding stables, orchards, and two massive buildings.
As the vehicle pulled up alongside the main building, I suddenly became nervous. I didn’t know why, but for some reason I had a strange sensation that I was being watched. Which I probably was. Who knew how many security cameras there were?
“This way,” Linda called as she made her way up to the big wooden doors that had been freshly coated in white paint.
I followed her through the large doors. I couldn’t help but whistle to myself as I saw the inside of the place. It was pretty spectacular.
I had been in many mansions since I had started my current line as work, but none like this. Everything seemed to glitter and sparkle.
I followed Linda to her private study. As I entered, the two bodyguards left us and closed the door. It was just her and me. Just what I wanted.
I walked over to her as she reached for a book in the bookcase. A moment later, the bookcase shifted slightly to reveal a safe. Amazed that she was doing this with me watching on, I wondered how much information I could get out of her.
“So, how long have you known Kevin for?” Linda asked.
“Well, Mrs. Kolovos—” I said.
“Please call me Linda. After all, we’re new best friends.” Linda gazed at me with a longing expression on her face. “I knew Kevin was thoughtful, but I didn’t know he was thoughtful enough to send you.”
“Me?” I stuttered as I failed to comprehend what she meant.
Leaving the safe, Linda walked over. She brushed her arms against me and held me tight. Her richly scented perfume filled the air as she leaned forward and gazed into my blue eyes. “Yes, Kevin knew I had a soft spot for girls like you.”
Still not understanding what was going on, I stumbled backwards and sat down on the sofa. “Like me?”
“Yes. Tall, brown-haired girls.” Linda sat down beside me and put a hand on my leg. “You know, that blue dress really brings out your blue eyes. You should wear it all the time.”
“Ah, thanks,” I muttered. “I think...” I paused as she leaned forward. Her soft lips brushed against mine and, without thinking, my mouth opened just a bit and her tongue swirled around my mouth. What the hell was going on here?
I broke away and stared at Linda, not sure what to say. She seemed upset. It was now clear to me why her bodyguards had left her alone. It had been done on her orders. Somehow she had got the impression that I liked her. It didn’t make sense, especially as I didn’t even know that she was a lesbian.
Thinking quickly, I knew that as soon as I revealed to her that I wasn’t a lesbian, things would turn from personal to business. And as much as I wanted to talk about business, there was only one way I could get close to her. And that was if she felt she had a personal connection with me.
Business would have to wait. I gingerly smiled at Linda. “Sorry if I startled you, but it’s been a long time. A very, long time.”
Linda nodded thoughtfully. “Me too. Since my husband went away, I’ve only been with two women.”
“Your husband?” I acted startled, hoping that Linda would open up about Mr. Kolovos.
“I’m not bi-sexual if that’s what you’re thinking,” Linda smiled. “I actually didn’t know I was a lesbian until halfway though our marriage. I still loved him, but the passion I had for him was gone. It was almost as though I woke up one day and I was a lesbian.”
“Ha, ha,” I laughed.
Linda laughed back. “I admit that it does sound a bit funny. How about you? When did you first realize that you were one?”
“Uh…” I hesitated, unsure of what to say.
“You don’t need to be afraid of me,” Linda spoke up. She put her hand on my shoulder and gently squeezed it. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“It’s been a long time,” I muttered.
“Then you should enjoy this even more so,” Linda replied, smiling. She scooted closer and sat on my knees. With her hands on my shoulders, and her bottom sitting on my legs, I felt trapped.
She leaned in and started kissing me. There was nothing else to do except respond the same way.
I smiled and kissed her back. She pressed against me and I was forced to lie against the couch as she straddled me. She kissed my cheeks before moving onto my neck. I decided to let nature take its course so I closed my eyes and didn’t resist.
Her hands drifted down from my shoulders and came to rest on my breasts. She fondled them through the sheer clothing. My breathing started to increase as my body responded to her delicate touch.
Her kisses, her hands, everything about her was so different from Kevin. I’d only been with a few women, mostly in situations to do with my job, and that is one thing that I’d always noticed.
I opened my eyes and kissed Linda, my tongue swirling around in her mouth. I could sense that she was getting all hot and bothered by all this kissing.
Caught up in the moment, I began to fondle Linda’s breasts, not realizing what was happening, until she clasped her hand against mine and held it tight.
“Let’s get comfortable,” Linda whispered. She held out her hand.
I smiled and took her hand in mine. “Whatever you say, baby.” I followed her as we passed several bookcases and realized that there was a small door set in the woodwork, hidden from view of the desk.
Linda pressed down on a certain book and the door opened to reveal a darkened room. Switching on the light, Linda walked over to the bed that was in the center of the small bedroom. “No one will disturb us in here,” she said, grinning.
I chuckled inwardly. Linda was acting as though she was high school and she didn’t want any of the teachers to know what was going on. It really must have been a long time for her.
I closed the door and walked over to her, planting a big, juicy kiss on her lips as I did so. “Whatever pleases you, pleases me,” I murmured.
Linda smiled back and slipped off her dress. With the pinkish light shining down from the roof, coupled with the pink lingerie that she had on, she looked amazing.
I didn’t say a word as she took off her socks and shoes and then walked over to me. I turned around and let her undo the zip on my blue dress. As it floated to the ground, I realized that there wasn’t any turning back now. I took off my shoes and took a deep breath.
I let Linda gaze at me. Except for the red panties, I was nude. The matching bra was back with Patrick. I had taken it off as I hadn’t thought it went well with the blue dress. Plus, I didn’t think I would be this nude this soon again.
Fortunately though, I was happy with how my body looked. My breasts weren’t that large, most men seemed to think they were the right size, and they were a nice shape. And they were all mine. No plastic surgeon was ever going to touch them.
As Linda brushed her hands over my nipples, they became hard and more sensitive to her touch. She smiled as she realized what she was doing to me. “You’ve got beautiful breasts,” she whispered.
“So have you.” I reached out and unclasped the pink bra that she had on. She stood still as I did so, gazing into my blue eyes.
As I removed the bra, her breasts sagged a bit. They were still good to look at though, and as I ran my hands over them, the nipples responded like mine, tensing up.
Linda couldn’t stop smiling as she took her hand and brushed my hair out of my face. “You’re a lovely girl.”
“Thanks.” Holding hands, we climbed onto the bed and lay down.
We embraced each other like there was no tomorro
w and, before long, I was lying on top of her. As I stared down at her, I remembered why I had come here.
“So, how long were you and your husband married for?” I muttered.
Linda sighed. “Well, I’m actually still married.” As she saw the weird expression on my face, she explained. “He went missing last year. I haven’t seen a sign of him since. My sister keeps on telling me that I should get a divorce, but—”
“Why haven’t you?” I said. “Is it because you think he’s going to come back?”
Linda nodded. “Call me foolhardy, but I don’t think he’s gone off with another woman. One day he’ll return and then—”
Suddenly, one of the bodyguards yelled out. “Mrs. Kolovos! Are you in there!”
Linda looked annoyed. “I told you I wasn’t—”
“Miss Williams is here. She says that it’s urgent,” the bodyguard shouted back.
Linda looked toward the clock on the mantelpiece. “Hmm, she’s early.”
“Who is Miss Williams?” I said, sitting up.
“Just stay here and keep out of sight,” Linda replied. She climbed out of bed and, after quickly putting on a nightgown, hurried out of the room.
I sat still for a moment and then, as I realized that this was the perfect opportunity to get some answers, I got out of the bed and started searching the room. It was very sparse, not a whole lot of clothes or shoes or anything else for that matter. This was obviously not the main bedroom, just a private one.
Sitting on the bed, I wondered how many other women, or men, Linda had taken to this exact room. Hearing raised voices, I wandered over to the door and slowly opened it. Peering through it, I saw Linda standing next to a woman. She was shouting at the woman.
Exasperated, she walked over to her desk and sat down. As she did so, I saw what the other woman looked like. I was stunned.
She was dressed in tight, blue jeans and a blue blouse. But that couldn’t disguise the fact that she was the busty redhead that I had seen talking to Kevin just before he died.
I was so shocked that I gasped. At that very moment, the two women had paused speaking, so the gasp was clearly audible.
As both women looked toward me, I thought fast. Linda had told me to not be seen, but if I were to back away now, the redhead might get suspicious. But was my cover already blown?
As she stared at me, I thought I saw her frown. But then it was gone. I strode forward, walking over to Linda. Bending down, I kissed her on the lips. “When are you coming back to bed?”
“I can’t. Not now.” Linda looked at the other woman and then back at me. “I have some business to attend to. Do you feel like a drink? If so, why don’t you head over to the bar?”
I nodded. “Okay, but what about my payment?”
“I’ll see that you get it before you leave, okay?” Linda replied.
I nodded yet again. “How do I get to the bar?”
Linda looked at Miss Williams. “Would you mind showing Zoe the way?”
As the redhead nodded, I retreated back into the bedroom. As I got dressed, I wondered what the hell was going on. Why was she here? Did she recognize me? Did Linda know that Kevin had been killed by her? Had she organized the hit?
There were too many questions and not enough answers. I made my way out of the bedroom and into the study. Kissing Linda once more, I followed the redhead out of the room.
There was an eerie silence as the two of us walked side by side on our way to the bar. I caught the woman sizing me up a few times and I wondered what that was all about.
Suddenly, as we passed some bushes, she pushed me to the right. I tumbled down and fell into a heap on the grass.
Before I could get up, she was on top of me. She pressed her body down on top of me, her strong arms pressing my hands against the grass.
I struggled, but it wasn’t any use. As good as I was, she was better. And she had caught me by surprise. Not sure of her intentions, I relaxed and waited for her to make the next move.
Hearing footsteps, we both looked to the right. One of the guards was strolling past. Without a second thought, the redhead leaned down and kissed me on the lips. I was so surprised that I didn’t do anything to stop her.
As the guard walked past, the redhead fondled my breasts as well and continued kissing me, now using tongue as well. I tried to resist, but with her on top of me, she had the upper hand.
I expected her to stop as soon as the guard was out of sight, but she didn’t. Maybe she was a lesbian as well. Or maybe Linda had told her I was a lesbian. Regardless, I began to feel hot and heavy what with all the touching and kissing.
My emotions were beginning to get the better of me and I began to relax once more. Then, out of the corner of my eyes, I saw the redhead reach for something. As soon as I saw that she was holding a needle, I sprang into motion.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out that the needle that she was holding was probably the same one that she had injected into Kevin earlier today. Once that reached my skin, it would probably be all over.
With a grunt, I used all my energy to shove her aside. And, as the hand carrying the needle came toward me, I grabbed it and pushed it down into the grass.
As soon as the needle was out of commission, I punched the redhead in the face. As she yelled out in agony, I stumbled to my feet and rushed away.
Remembering the tracking beacon on my necklace, I pushed down on it. This place was too deadly to stay for much longer.
Looking at my watch, I wondered what I should do next. I had fifteen minutes to make it to the pick up point. Not knowing the exact location, I knew that it would be wise to head there now. But that would mean that I had failed my mission.
I had come here for information and I intended to get it. I spun around and raced back to the private study. As I passed the grassy area where I had fought with Linda, I wondered where she was. I couldn’t see any sign of her, so I passed on by.
Upon reaching the door to the study, I hesitated. The guard was lying on the floor. An uneasy suspicion came over me. I hurried inside, alert for the slightest noise. There was no one in the room, so I attempted to enter the bedroom that I had been in earlier.
But for the life of me, I couldn’t open the door. I pressed down on the book that Linda had touched, but nothing happened. I then tried pushing against it, but that yielded the same result.
I hurried back to the desk and quickly searched it. There was nothing of real interest, just a couple of photos. I flicked through them, stopping when I saw a particular one. Folding it up, I wedged it in the space between my breasts just as I heard a noise. Looking through the window, I saw the redhead and Linda were hurrying down the path.
Pausing only to grab the handgun that was in the guard’s holster, I rushed after the two of them. I caught up to them as they reached the garage.
Hearing footsteps, the redhead turned around and shot at me. As the bullet whistled past, I attempted to find cover.
But, by the time I did, the two of them were in the black limousine, the one that had delivered me to the house an hour or so ago. As it roared off, I stood up, not sure of what to do.
What was going on? Had the redhead taken Linda hostage? Or had she gone willingly? I just didn’t know. This mission was becoming more complicated by the hour.
Spotting a motorbike, I realized that I should follow them. Hurrying over, I climbed on. Turning the keys, the powerful engine roared to life.
As I headed out of the garage, shots were fired at me. I realized that the guards had, for some reason, gathered near the entrance. They knelt down to get a better aim and opened fire.
Clutching the brakes, I spun the motorbike around and tore across the grass. As I headed through the rose garden, I wondered how I was going to get out of this place.
It was then that I saw the construction site. It looked as through Linda had been getting one of the small cottages fixed up for some reason or another.
There were long pieces of timber laid
out in various directions, including one that was leaning against the roof of the cottage. A crazy idea came into my head. Slowing down, I looked back and saw that the guards were still chasing me.
There was only one thing for it. I gunned the engine and roared toward the construction site. The workers fled for their lives as I reached them.
Hoping for the best, I aimed the motorcycle for the lone plank of wood that was leaning up against the roof of the cottage.
I knew that I had to hit it just at the right angle for this to work. Even then, it was going to be touch and go.
The front wheel hit the plank spot on. As the motorcycle tore up the wood, I heard the guards shout out and use their weapons in a last ditch effort to stop me.
It wasn’t any use. The motorcycle roared up the wood and flew across the roof of the cottage. As the building was next to the wall of the mansion, it also flew over that as well.
Seeing bushes in front of me, I leapt off the vehicle and hit the grass hard. I watched as the motorbike hit the bushes and exploded in a burst of flames.
I stumbled to my feet and, not looking back, headed as fast as my bruised body would allow to the meeting place.
As I saw Patrick five minutes later, I gasped with relief. I had made it.
As he saw the blood dripping from my bloodied hand, he frowned. “It’s just a scratch,” I told him.
“Hmm, well we don’t have time to waste, so…” Patrick led the way back to the boat that was huddled next to the shore.
I waited until we were a fair way down the coast until I breathed a sigh of relief. Patrick then stopped the boat and I let him take a look at my hand. As he did so, he noticed the photo that I had tucked between my breasts.
“What’s that?” he asked, frowning.
“Oh, I found this in the private study.” I pulled the photo out and showed it to Patrick.
He stared at the two men in the photograph. “I wonder when this was taken.”
“There’s a date on the back of it,” I replied.
Patrick flipped it over and saw it. “Hmm, two months ago.”