Fire and Ice Ch. 03

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Considering I was supposed to be at the grounds of my assignment, I dragged my heels taking a shower, makeup. I’d only ever admit this to myself, never to Stephen, who was on my case, about the time I spent getting ready. All kinds of decisions, what to wear, If I should panic about this assignment. Stephen, on the other hand, It should be easy to him. Who knows what’s going on inside his head. He thinks I have trouble making my mind up. He’s worried about the decisions of this assignment. They are in fact decisions from out of his head. There is a struggle going on all of our heads. Stephen, Simon, me, then I am the one that’s going to be in the field, so my head is thinking all sorts. Most of all, there maybe bullets flying around, I am extra nervous, I shall be out there alone.

I was surprised to see the grounds full of cops, mingled around a body. It looked like it was freshly fished out of the pool. I had to think quickly, I was out of place, in a murder scene. I took this assignment to find out if he had the artifact. It was supposed to be an easy mark. Flutter my eyelids. Get him to want to fuck me. then while he’s blissfully asleep after fucking me, I was to search the house for the artifact. I am totally screwed. They will probably arrest me for his murder.

Why ever did I get roped into this. Who the fuck am I kidding? It was love, or to be more exact. The love of great sex. This is the first time in many years, I have allowed myself to be attached to one person. I had this safe job working for the head curator of an art gallery. He paid me way above my job description, personal secretary, sex, and lots of it. All he asked of me, was sex. I gave it to him, more than willingly, I crave for it by the second.

Stephen my new boss/lover, a private eye. He works for Christie’s, who in turn work with the art loss register (ALR). I get a percentage of the finders fee. I still work for the art gallery, so does Stephen as head curator overseeing Dennis. He has always been shady among the art world. Stephen is an ex MI6 agent, I guess he must see something in me, other than sex. With Christie’s, they funded my education as a private investigator, forensic science, computers, and self-defence.

I took my phone out of my pocket and rang Stephen.

“Sit down Stephen! Look buddy, you might have all day to sit around and pal around, but I’ve got to make a casino şirketleri living hear. I have a problem, there are cops everywhere. I think he’s dead. I need to hit the pavement and get out of here. Capisce?”

“I’m not Italian.” he quipped.

I rolled my eyes at that; I can’t believe i said that. I’ve heard that word in every mafia movie known to man.

“This isn’t funny Stephen, there are cops with guns. You hear me GUNS!” I said, hearing Stephen laughing over the phone.

“OK, don’t panic just get any information you can and get out of there. You can do it Carla”

He hung up on me, I was so fucking mad, he had left me there alone. You Bastard, i yelled, then i realized where i was, in million dollar mansion, full of armed cops. At least i was hidden from view by some bushes, while i gathered my thoughts. I spotted a jacket with a crime scene investigator logo printed on it. Perfect, a plan flashed through my head. I put on the jacket, it was a little big for me, but would be able to blend in with the cops. I picked up a leather bag that was laying by the jacket. I was immediately spotted by a couple of cops who pointed me towards the house. So far I am heading where i want to go. I had no problem entering the front door, two cops removed the crime scene tape and stepped aside to let me through.

There was tons of cops, CSI inside, most of them was in the main hall. I looked to me left it looked like a small office. Opening the door slowly in case there was someone in there, the room was empty as i hoped. I shut the door behind me to block anyone’s view, i gazed around the room looking for any clue of the tablet. After sifting through some papers on the desk, I spotted a safe half hidden behind a filing cabinet. I remembered a few things from spy school, this type of safe has a four digit combination, someone punching in the combination only use four keys. 4X4X4 = 64. I just need to find the four digits used then it’s a one in sixty-four chance.

I looked in the leather bag i picked up as cover to get in the building. As i expected there was fingerprint powder, whooo! Once i found the right four keys i got the safe to open on the seventh try. Inside was the tablet wrapped in a canvass, i took it out the safe, it was heavy. Now all i have to do is get it out of here unnoticed. The leather bag would make a perfect place to hide the tablet from casino firmaları prying eyes.

It was heavy on my shoulder, i tried not to make it noticeable walking through the main hall. Then a cop started walking towards me, i had to think up a story fast. I picked up a roll of crime scene tape.

“What are you doing Kate, he said looking at the name tag on the jacket.” What a piece of luck the jacket belonged to a female CSI.

“I came in through the rear entrance, there was no crime scene tape across the gateway. I was about to fix it, if that’s OK with you sir?”

“Yes that’s a smart idea, i will look into why that was never done. Well get to it Kate!”

“Yes sir.” I said squeezing past the two cops at the main door.

I can’t believe i had got away with that, well i haven’t yet. I need to get out fast before they send someone to guard the rear entrance. I quickly disposed of the CSI jacket and the leather bag. The rear entrance was only 100 yards away. I was not even a third of the way. This tablet probably weighs 20-30 pounds, right now it feels like 130 pounds. I wished i had kept the leather bag, it would be much easier to carry. I knew in my mind it was the right decision to ditch the bag, the less evidence leading to me the better. I have to grit my teeth and get the fuck out of here.

I dropped to my knees from exhaustion as i arrived at the rear gates. Tired or not i had to get my butt in gear, i could hear a car coming down the driveway. As the air whooshed out of my lungs, I turned to look, the car was almost upon me, it was time for me to think fast. I hid behind some bushes at the end of the driveway, I wasn’t sure if they had seen me. An idea came to me, there was an old cemetery hidden behind the bushes where i was hiding. A great place to hide the tablet, amongst the headstones. My time was limited as the car was arriving fast. I lay the tablet down, spacing it equally with the other head stone, to make it less obvious. Then covered it with dirt and grass.

I managed to sneak out from the bushes unseen, just as the car arrived. “Hey what are you doing, this is a crime scene” one of the cops shouted.

I turned my head to see two cops holding guns pointed at me. “On your knees, hands on your head NOW!”

I did as they ordered. “I am a pi, my id is strapped to my thigh with my gun”

He snapped on handcuffs and güvenilir casino lifted me of the ground and pushed me face down onto the hood of his car. With one hand he pushed me firmly against the hood of the police car. He then lifted my skirt and began fumbling around between my thighs.

“Either remove my ID and gun, or god dam fuck me, all that fumbling is turning me on!”

“Quiet bitch, or i will arrest you for soliciting.” After handing my gun and ID to his partner, he kept me firmly pinned to the hood of the police car. He lifted my skirt again above my waist.

“Are you going to let me up of the hood?”

“Give me a good reason why i should,” he said rubbing one finger of his free hand, between my vagina lips.

“Your partner is taking his time checking out my credentials.”

“Not a good reason. Now quite bitch.” He said ripping my blouse off my body.

I heard the unzipping of his fly, then i felt the warmth of his cock against my ass. He pushed my face into the hood of the cop car, lifting my feet of the ground. He pushed my legs apart with his knees, then he thrust his cock into my vagina. The hood of the cop car was hot on my bare chest, I screamed out in pain of the hot hood burning my breasts.

“I said quite bitch!” Then he slammed my face back into the hood.

He started thrusting his cock into me deep and precisely. I was wet and slick for his hard member, I have always found cold steel against my chest arousing, I never thought hot metal, would be just as arousing against my breasts. He started to pounding his cock harder into me, i was sliding further over the hood. He released his hand from around the back of my neck. Then he grabbed a hold of my hair. That stopped me sliding over the hood, he could also fuck me harder and faster. I began to moan softly, the it progressively got louder and louder as my orgasm built.

“What did i say bitch! Quite!”

He started to grunt in time with his thrusts. Then he suddenly let go of my hair. With one hard thrust i slid across and over the hood of the cop car. I landed on my back on the other side of the hood. All i could hear was his heavy panting. Then his partner broke my concentration.

“She checks out, she is Stephen Carver’s new partner.”

“If you’ve finished, get me out of these cuffs!”

Once his partner removed my cuffs, I took a couple of pictures, with my phone. “So i’ll remember what your cock looks like.” I said. It was really an insurance so he would forget my face. Now i need to deal with Stephen, why he left me in the field vulnerable, and he never told me he’d had another partner.

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