“Sure,” she said with a grin. “I’ll be on the eight o’clock train again.
He waved at her as the taxi moved off to take him home. Resting his head on the seat back he closed his eyes to relive the fun of the last couple of hours. By the time he reached his house he was already looking forward to the following day.
He suspected Sarah wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation of sex on a train again and a smile crossed his face at the thought of the fun that might come his way when they met.
Love Undercover
by Nicole Bright
The storm rattled the windows while Vic shuffled to shut them one by one. Wilhemina asked that he leave one opened just a bit. Vic flopped down on the bearskin rug, spooning her in the upstairs lounge. He yawned sensuously as he stretched out beside her.
“You going to be at it much longer?” he said. Vic reached down and unhooked his leather chaps. Vic’s short, muscled body was a stark contrast to Wilhemina’s pale, frail one. A sign she was maybe on the run, she reflected.
Vic had a show in another couple of hours. Wilhemina envied him. She thought about how differently her life would have been if she had lived her dream. She had tried. After she tidied a few things, Wilhemina would begin to recreate the past she’d left behind… That was how it was when your world was murder…
“Tying up some ends,” Wilhemina said.
She’d met the long-haired rocker in Philly. Wilhemina had picked up a duffle from a thrift shop and struck Vic with the bag while she was on her way out the door.
“That’s my meat and veg, lady,” Vic smiled.
“And a big one too,” Wilhemina had complimented.
She was about to cop a cup of coffee at the corner Internet café when Vic happened in. He smiled and she returned the gesture, prepared for the usual. Wilhemina had a timeless beauty. Not by any standards that she went by, but society’s filters singled her type as a “hottie.”
Raven-haired, statuesque and put together like an Amazonian brick house, she felled whistles and remarks regularly. She was even pegged as a ringer for Princess Diana of Paradise Island… Which she figured she’d stop trying to deny… Her last name was Prince. Why not act the part and own it? Oren Victor had walked up to the café bar and ponied-up five Ones and a key to a Harley — Wilhemina knew a set of keys from a Hog when she saw them — which he put on top of the bill.
“Five bucks says you want a warm bed and a hot shower right about now,” the biker-impressionist said.
“I’d kill for it,” Wilhemina said.
“I got a bike outside,” he said.
“What’s in for me?” Wilhemina asked him.
“A deep massage,” ‘Vic’ had answered. “And I’m not even Swede.”
That got her moist. “You hit all the right places?” she asked. “’Mina,’” Wilhemina said eyeing him.
“Beauty and attitude…” the guy smiled. “I’ll get you off the streets,” he said.
“I’m not that hard up,” Wilhemina said.
She glanced to her side and saw the biker-impersonator had left the café. He had jumped on his cycle. After he lit a cigarette and looked up, who he wanted to see was right at his side.
“’Wilhemina’ I take it, is your whole name? he said.
“It’s quite a mouthful, isn’t it?” she noted.
“Maybe,” he said.
Wilhemina swung a long leg behind the guy. Her rump settled neatly as she clasped her hands around his hips. “You’re one helluva lay… Aren’t you?” she said.
“How many men have fallen at your side ‘Amazon’?” he said.
“Careful. I might be an axe murderer,” she predicted.
“Of course you are.”
“What’s one more?” Mina had said.
The guy smiled a slow, heated grin.
***
Damn it if the rocker hadn’t told the truth. He was light years ahead from the lies Mina had told. Oren “Vic” Victor had her juices tapped and primed, and ready to flow. He had her corked on his tumescent erection, which was about as thick as his wrist. Mina checked her stomach in the floor-length mirror. She could see herself lulled to and fro by Vic’s hands in his immaculately decorated Rock Star crib.
Posters and concert photographs were framed in what must have been gold, and they lined the entire space. Vic had asked she strip off all her clothes and leave her heels on. Pretty cocky of him to presume she would, but he let his dick do all his talking, she discovered. Vic showed her a generous selection of women’s shoes following many a gratuitous shag of far too many babes to recount. She had no problem being the notch he poked on his belt next. A shag was significantly more appealing than being pursued by the police…
***
Wilhemina stepped off the transit line and crossed to the thrift shop. The little woman at the counter brightened when Wilhemina approached. “Hi, remember something else you like?” she asked.
“Hello. You’ve seen me before,” Wilhemina said.
“Day before yesterday. You got a bit of sun since?” she said.
“Yes…” Wilhemina answered. “Was I in here alone?
“Don’t know. We have some new things. Arrived this morning… Would you like to see any of them? the woman said.
“Have anything like I bought last the time?” Wilhemina asked.
Where the suspect was, Wilhemina wasn’t. But where she was now, so was Wilhemina. She had almost been tracked three weeks back — almost. And now Wilhemina found her trail again…
***
Things went south over a year ago when she had stopped at a fast food eatery. She had fielded an altercation with a bimbo who had dropped her clutch. The girl told Wilhemina to watch her step and they both knelt to grab their items when she and Wilhemina thwacked heads. Wilhemina lifted a brow then pushed her ID to the big-breasted girl. They exchanged a glance. The younger girl caught on pretty quickly and realized the opportunity: she and Wilhemina looked similarly identical — Wilhemina having a good five years on the girl.
The girl put her hand over Wilhemina’s license. Wilhemina picked up the girl’s ID. When they stood the girl grabbed Wilhemina’s arm. Wilhemina spun around and the collegiate slipped another card into Wilhemina’s hand. She stepped back to exit the diner and mouthed “Thank you” before she plowed out the door.
Wilhemina had put the card in her jacket and made beeline for the john when a lady cop intercepted.
“What’s in your pocket?” she questioned and Wilhemina handed over the laminated rectangle. “This you?” the cop asked.
“Leigh ‘Mina’ Marley,” Wilhemina answered. “3-4-6 Valley Circle, University Drive,” she finished.
Wilhemina had to do a double take. If she believed Leigh ‘Mina’ Marley and her were look-alikes, then the officer standing in front of her was her doppelganger. Leigh and Wilhemina may have resembled the other, but this woman was one for real — a ‘dead ringer.’ The cop looked her over. She handed back the University identification card. “Greener pastures… right?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Wilhemina answered as ‘Mina.’
Wilhemina had glanced at the school ID before the cop found her. Outside she watched as the police woman drove by. The cop drove by the girl looked across to Wilhemina. The girl nodded. Wilhemina copycatted her.
“Seems we both dodged the bullet today,” Wilhemina said under her breath.
Her plan to protect the girl’s past had worked, separately from her boss’s P.I.’s plans… Because she‘d already uncovered he had a line to organized crime… She’d had enough with crime, alleged murder, crime and personal unfinished police drama. Then the attacks in the city began…
***
Mina turned her attention from her reflection to Vic. The feelings he stirred in her intensified the closer he edged near her pussy. Vic worked his tongue inside her, attempting to hum her deftly.
“Mmmm, hell, you taste good,” Vic murmured. “Let me at that lotus, feed me your nectar baby,” he moaned.