A Huge Mistake

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by Laney Kay


  He picked up what looked like a thick mouse with an eyepiece. “This is a portable scanner. Look in the eyepiece, keep your eye open, and we’ll get a picture of your iris and your retina on file.” As soon as the scan was done, Jake entered it into the computer. He then recorded her handprint, fingerprints, voice, and did a scan for facial recognition. Once he was done, he entered all of the information into his system. “Okay, Lola, let’s see if everything loaded correctly.” He pulled out a keypad so they could test her access, and they all worked. “So to access any of the systems, if you see a panel, just hit any button and then it will choose a method of authentication. If you can’t see a panel, I’ll show you how to start the process, but after that, it’s basically the same.”

  He spun around in his chair and waved his hand toward the apartment. “Anyway, welcome to my Batcave, although my friends all call it the “Cone of Silence.”

  Lola laughed at the reference. “Like in Get Smart?”

  Jake grinned, happy she got the joke. “Yep. It’s got a couple of bedrooms, this living room and kitchen area, and a full bathroom. Both the “Cone of Silence” and my house have portable generators that can run on either propane or natural gas, and we can live totally off the grid for a few weeks if we needed to. It’s also handy if we have an ice storm or the power goes out.”

  Lola was impressed. “I assume it’s blast-proof, soundproof, air-tight, immune to alien attack or zombie apocalypse, or whatever other kind of horrible event you and your minions could envision?”

  Jake grinned. “Of course. We have a guy, Will Marcus, who works for us who does nothing but design and install panic rooms.” He laughed and rolled his eyes. “He’s kind of a nutjob, but he’s incredibly talented. Jerry Jeff knows his family and the whole lot of them are survivalists who have a compound in the Okeefenokee Swamp, near where Jerry Jeff is from. Apparently, the entire family is batshit crazy, but I can guarantee you there’s no one on earth who knows more about putting in a Batcave than this guy.”

  Lola was laughing at the mental picture of Jake using some wild-haired swamp man to put in a sophisticated panic room for an upscale CEO-type in Atlanta. “Doesn’t he scare the crap out of your fancy-ass clients?”

  “Right? You’d think so, but actually, so long as we minimize his contact with clients, Will comes across as perfectly normal. Nowadays, he lives up on about twenty acres on a mountain in Ellijay, and when we need him, he shaves, puts on respectable clothes, and comes down the mountain and does his deal. He’s got a construction engineering degree from Georgia Tech, so he’s extremely knowledgeable, but you can’t scratch too far below the surface before the crazy starts to come out. Generally, we have another guy who deals with the clients and Will does the design and oversees the job, so it usually works out without a problem.”

  “You have an interesting business, Jake.” Lola grinned. “I take it that Batcaves are generally Kent’s side of the business?”

  “Mostly, but we handle the computer security and electronics for the security system, so there’s tons of fun for everyone.” He stood up and grabbed her hand. “Come on, I’ll show you the rest of it, then we’ll walk around the rest of the property and I’ll show you the different ways to get in here.” He squeezed her hand and when she looked at him, he smiled at her. “Plus we’ll walk down by the lake. I thought that after dinner we could heat up the fire pit and roast marshmallows, eat some s’mores and drink a little wine. Then we can come back in and give that tub a workout.”

  He looked so hopeful, Lola couldn’t help but smile. She stood up to follow him. “That sounds perfect. You know food, wine, and sex are my three favorite things, so as long as that’s what’s on the menu, I’m in.”

  They spent the rest of the afternoon walking around the property, and by six o’clock, Lola was starving. Jake cooked burgers on the grill, and they ate dinner and sat out on the dock in two Adirondack chairs and watched the sun set. Lola marveled at the amount of privacy Jake had, considering the fact he lived on Lake Lanier, one of the busiest lakes in Georgia. “My property is located in the middle of a bunch of corps of engineers’ land, so there’s no neighbors anywhere on my cove. Plus, my cove is located off another cove, so people rarely come this far back.”

  Lola nodded, thinking rapidly. “How can you keep someone from sneaking in from the water?”

  “The entire lakeshore is monitored with cameras, heat sensors, motion sensors, and other equipment that would show anyone coming in by water.” He smiled. “We also have a program that immediately identifies anything that creates heat or motion, so we don’t spend a bunch of time sending one of our teams out to annihilate a thirsty deer.”

  She narrowed her eyes, trying to think of something he hadn’t already considered. “Okay. How about this? What if they used scuba tanks and came in under the water?”

  He grinned. “They’d have to get out of the water sometime if they want to come toward the house, and we have heat and motion sensors that would detect anyone coming out of the water anywhere around the entire cove.”

  “What if they parachuted in?”

  Jake thought about it. “Well, they’d have to hit the ground, so we’d be able to track them at that point. Also, we have a satellite that we can use to keep an eye on airspace over this property.” He frowned. “But, you know what? That satellite has to be ordered, it’s not all the time. And if someone landed close enough to the house, we may not have enough warning if we’re outside on the property.” He leaned back in his chair and tapped his lip as he thought. “You know, Lola, that’s something we may need to think about.”

  Lola disagreed. “No, Jake, I was just messing with you. If you were using this as a safe house, and you had someone here who was a public figure, the satellite would be in place, plus you’d have armed guards on the property, so there wouldn’t be a problem. Situations like mine don’t have that kind of risk.” Lola shook her head. “Plus, that’s a lot of security to maintain.”

  “Yeah it is, but most of it is automated, for the most part. Jerry Jeff monitors everything here, at my and Kent’s houses, and at the office to make sure that all the systems are working correctly and to ensure they haven’t been accessed by anyone else. Then, we have a team come up to replace cameras and sensors, as needed.”

  “That’s impressive.”

  He shrugged. “Once it’s set up, it’s not a big deal to maintain. The bitch is in the design.” He smiled. “When we decided to use this property as a safe house for people who needed protection, we had to make it as impervious as possible. If you just look at this property you’d think it would be easy for someone to sneak onto, but in fact, the woods and the lake are a pretty great buffer and give us a lot of chances to detect a potential breach.”

  He stood up and pulled Lola up beside him. “Come with me before it gets too cold. We’ll head over to the fire pit and light it up.”

  Lola smacked her lips. “Yum. You did say something about roasting marshmallows and making S’mores, right?”

  They started walking toward the outdoor kitchen and gazebo area by the lake. Jake snorted. “Please. As if I’d mention food to you if I didn’t intend to follow through.”

  “Smart man.” Jake grabbed the marshmallows, graham crackers, chocolate bars, and a long lighter out of one of the outdoor kitchen cabinets and they walked over to the fire pit. Lola dropped onto the glider, pulling the throw that Jake handed her over her lap, while Jake fiddled around with some logs and some small sticks until he had a nice fire going. When Jake sat beside her, she covered him with half of the throw and cuddled up next to him. “Okay, big guy, where’s a stick for my marshmallows?”

  He laughed at her impatience, but handed her a long metal skewer with two prongs on the end and a handle. She speared two marshmallows and held them over the fire until they were both completely on fire. Once they looked like two burned charcoal briquettes, she blew them out and immediately peeled the burnt skin off one and popped it into her mouth. She clo
sed her eyes and moaned in ecstasy. “OhmyGAWD, Jake, this is so good.” She opened her eyes to find Jake staring at her with his mouth open. “Here, want the other one? They’re so good this way.”

  Jake seemed to rouse himself from his stupor. His voice sounded strained as he carefully lowered his own marshmallows above the flame so it wouldn’t burn. “Holy shit, Lola. Unless you want to go inside right now, you need to tone down the enjoyment a little.”

  She laughed as she realized his problem. She batted her eyes at him as she slowly stripped the burned outside of the second marshmallow off and squeezed it so the melted part got all over her fingers. As he watched, she lowered her eyes and stared at him as she slowly licked the sticky mess off her fingers, taking each finger in her mouth and slowly licking it up and down before sucking it clean. “What’s your problem, Jake?” When he groaned and looked away, she started laughing. “Hey, your marshmallows are on fire.”

  He cursed and pulled them out, blowing on it to put out the flame. “Damn, it Lola, I don’t like them burnt to a crisp.” He held out his skewer so she could take the marshmallows and put two more over the flame. “Now quit distracting me and I’ll make you a perfect s’more.” He propped the stick above the fire and prepared a couple of graham crackers and chocolate. As soon as the marshmallow was lightly toasted, he pulled it off and put it on the cracker, squished it together so the chocolate would melt, and handed one of them to Lola with a flourish. “Try that one, sugar.”

  She took a bite and smiled her appreciation. “Mmm. Jake this is wonderful. I still like them best burned to a crisp, but this is delicious, too.” She rapidly ate it. “Would you make me a couple more?” While he carefully heated the marshmallows, she burned two more and ate them, careful to keep her happy sounds to a minimum.

  By the time the fire burned down, Lola and Jake, really mostly Lola, had finished the entire bag of marshmallows and two sleeves of graham crackers. She leaned back against the cushions and patted her belly. “Jake, that was fabulous. Believe it or not, I think I’m actually full.”

  Jake snorted in disbelief. “I don’t believe it. Come on, you wimp, that was only one big bag of marshmallows and half a box of graham crackers. I can’t believe that filled you up.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Right?” She leaned forward and delicately kissed below his ear. “I actually think it was the two burgers and bag of chips at dinner that put me over the edge.” She straddled his lap and kissed him deeply as he grabbed her hips and rocked against her. She opened her eyes and smiled. “Yummy. You taste like chocolate and marshmallows.” She kissed him again, and starting trailing little sucking kisses down his neck. “And you smell like a campfire. Delicious.” Lola slid her hands under his shirt and rubbed her hands over his chest and stomach. “Why don’t we take this inside and maybe we can try out your big shower?”

  That was it for Jake. He lifted Lola off his lap and walked over to the gazebo and turned on the hose. He doused the fire and made sure it was out, while she cleaned up the trash and stuffed it in a bag. Within five minutes, they were walking back to the house, and ten minutes after that, they were in the bathroom and both of them were naked.

  As Jake adjusted the water, Lola watched him with a growing hunger. He looked so good standing there with his big, muscled body, his long legs, and his round butt that Lola could hardly keep her hands off of him. She came up behind him and hugged him, kissing him between his shoulder blades and rubbing her hands over his chest and down his stomach. When she finally closed her fist around him and started stroking him, he groaned and put his hand over hers, squeezing tightly, showing her how he liked it. “Harder, Lola.” She did, and after about four more strokes he grabbed her hand and removed it. “You better stop or I’ll be done before we get started.”

  He stepped into the shower and grabbed her hand to pull her in with him. The shower was huge, with a built-in seat, and had a mounted and hand-held showerhead. He pulled her in front of him, shielding her from the spray with his big body, and their lips met in a long, slow, wet kiss. Lola moaned against his mouth, rubbing against his body, loving the way they fit together. He broke away to grab the soap and started lathering up his hands. “My turn first, baby,” he whispered. He started at her neck and rubbed his soapy hands down her shoulders and arms, ending up at her breasts.

  After what seemed like an inordinate amount of time washing and fondling them, Lola started to laugh and rolled her eyes at him. “Wow. Jake, I had no idea they were so dirty. Thanks so much for taking care of that for me.” Jake grinned at her and continued down her body, spending extra time as he moved down her belly, over and between the cheeks of her bottom, and between her legs. By the time he was done and grabbed the handheld showerhead to rinse her off, Lola felt like she was about to collapse into a boneless heap, especially when he used the showerhead on a higher setting between her legs.

  When she felt like she could think again, and safely stand on her own, she grinned at Jake. “Holy shit, Jake. Until now, I’ve only used the handheld showerhead to clean the shower itself. Now that I know what it’s really good for, my world has changed. I hope I can tear myself out of the shower long enough so I can go to work.” He laughed as she grabbed the bar of soap. “My turn.” She started with her hands on his wide shoulders, rubbing the soap through the soft hair on his chest, under his arms, over his back, and over his tight stomach until he was covered in soapy lather. She stood back to admire her handiwork and he put his hands on his hips and struck a bodybuilder’s pose. He lowered his voice and asked in a smarmy, deep voice, “Let me give you something to look at, Lola. Don’t I look fine? It’s hard to look macho in nothing but bubbles, but I look pretty badass, don’t I?” He waggled his eyebrows at her. “Admit it. You want me bad, don’t you, baby?”

  Lola couldn’t help it. She started to giggle. When he changed his pose so that he flexed his biceps, he slapped one of them, flinging soap all over her. “How about this, Lola? Check out the gun show.” She laughed even harder at his antics. He grinned at her laughter and then looked at her with a fake, hurt expression. “What? What’s so funny? I’m trying to impress you with my extreme manliness. What? Is it not working?” He waved his hand up and down indicating that she should take in the whole picture. “Are you not impressed with my excessive masculinity?”

  She managed to control her mirth and leaned toward him, trying to look sincere as she batted her eyes. “Oh, it’s working, Jake.” She stepped closer and obligingly oohed and aahed as she squeezed his muscles. “Oooh, Jake, your biceps are so big and strong. You’re such a big, strong, fine specimen of a man. It’s such a thrill to be able to stand here next to you while you show off your big…uh, muscles….”

  He snatched her up and hugged her and both of them started laughing. He couldn’t remember ever having so much fun during sex. Lola was snarky and fun, and so all-around wonderful he couldn’t believe his good fortune. He leaned over to kiss her and then drew back so he could see her happy face. “You’re a hell of a lot of fun, Ms. Lola.”

  She gave him a quick peck on the lips. “You’re not so bad yourself, big guy.” She then took her hands and began to wash him again, rubbing her hands all over him. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” When she was done, she grabbed the handheld showerhead to rinse him off.

  Once he was soap-free, she picked up the bar and lathered up her hands. “Now that you’re all cleaned up, and let’s see if I can get you worked up,” and started slowly rubbing her hands over his hard, round butt, then between his cheeks, and between his legs. By this time, his erection was huge and so hard it was pointing up toward his belly, quivering in anticipation of her touch. She fondled his testicles with both hands and finally encircled him with one soapy palm.

  Jake’s head fell back. As she moved her hand up and down, slowly and tightly, as he’d shown her he liked, his breath hissed out between his teeth and he dropped his head so he could watch himself slide through her fist. She slowly pumped him with one hand and rea
ched up to grab the showerhead. She rinsed him off, still stroking him slowly, until all of the soap was gone. She backed up, sat on the built in seat, pulled him forward, and replaced her hand with her hot mouth, licking around the swollen head and eventually sucking him deep. Jake moaned in appreciation, braced one hand on the wall above her for support, and wrapped the other around the back of her head so he could gently direct her movements. As he watched himself slide in and out of her mouth, he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. Finally, he grabbed her hair and tried to pull himself back, trying to be considerate, but she just ignored him, grabbed the back of his thighs and pulled him even deeper. He lasted about three more strokes and that was it. He threw his head back and groaned as he exploded, holding himself deep with his hands gripping her hair. When he was done, his legs felt so weak it took everything he had to stay on his feet long enough to take a step, turn around, and sprawl on the seat next to Lola. She leaned over with a self-satisfied look on her face and kissed him gently on the cheek. “So how was that, Jake?”

  He opened one eye, smiling at her as he admitted, “Stupendous.”

  She grinned. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.” As he sat there, recovering, she picked up the soap again and gently washed him and rinsed him off. “Clean as a whistle, big boy.” She stood up, turned off the water, and offered her hand to help pull him up. ‘”Come on, let’s go to bed. Apparently, we have a big day tomorrow.”

  7

  After a quick breakfast, and a quickie after breakfast on the balcony overlooking Jake’s private cove, Jake and Lola were back at Jake’s office by eight a.m. When they got downstairs and let themselves into the private computer room, Jerry Jeff looked solemn. He introduced them to his friend, Professor John Littman, and told them to take a seat.

 

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