Loading...“For the last time; I don’t KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT!”
“Oh I think you do. I just don’t understand who or what you’re protecting.”
“Fucking cucaracha, do you have any ears?!”
“And again, with the feistiness…Just tell us what we want to know.”
The room was poorly lit for effect, but the redhead didn’t know that. She was blindfolded and cuffed to a cold steel chair.
She could smell the dingy stench of moist earth and mold. The sounds from her kidnapper echoed through the space but even without her sight, she could still place his distance to her. She shivered again at the cold seat.
“Listen, I don’t know who the fuck you are but -”
“I know who you are, and I assure you, threats are beyond futile in your current position.”
“In that case, you’re wasting your time.”
That earned her a slap across her sweat-soaked face. Bellinda yelped with the momentary shock but she didn’t allow her attacker any satisfaction of tears or weakness. Or at least any indication that she was afraid for her life. There were so many things she hadn’t done and wanted to do. A full tour of the world was one. Sex on a nude beach was another. She wanted to see her father and tell him how much she loved and appreciated him, despite his absentee behavior. Bellinda sighed as she became consumed by the strongest desire of all; her desire for Mavin.
That bit angered her. She’d been thinking about Mavin, non-stop for a full month now. It had to be unhealthy. After the incident at the club, she’d gone home and analyzed every detail until nothing really made sense anymore. At José’s funeral, all she could think about was Mavin; looking so fucking sexy in her black Armani suit. With a sad, wounded look in her eyes that Bellinda ached to erase. She’d cried for more than her uncle that day.
Now, here she was. Being interrogated after being kidnapped one her way out of the gallery. It hadn’t been long in reality, but in her current mental state, Bellinda would’ve argued her abduction took place days ago. She was weary and angry for obvious reasons but to make matters worse, the uncertainty of her fate was driving her insane. She wasn’t too hurt physically, – a bruised wrist and stinging left cheek, but without her vision, there was no way for her to predict what the attacker truly had in store for her. Knowing what the hell they were talking about would’ve helped as well.
“That won’t get you anywhere.” Bellinda sneered through her clenched teeth as she tasted the rust of her blood.
**********
“Who the fuck is this?!” Mavin asked in an eerily calm tone.
There were too many things to be angry about. Her highly-protected line was being tampered with, or worse, bugged. She wanted to salvage any future- fuck, that word. She was so use to living in the moment and only being responsible for whatever she could squeeze out of it. Thinking of the future put too many things which she had no control over into perspective, and she hated having to account for ‘what ifs’ and regrets.
She heaved a sigh. Nonetheless, she was determined to see where the journey with Bellinda would lead. But that couldn’t happen now as Mavin was being held up by some punk.
“Who fuck is this?!” She asked again, a breath short of an explosion.
The line was silent for a moment and she could hear some rustling noise in the background.
“If you want to see her again, you’ll do exactly as you’re told.” The reply came in a clipped tone.
“Listen, if you think-” Mavin wasn’t having any of it. Not even a glance at the menu.
“Tomorrow, noon-” The voice continued, interrupting the dark woman.
“I don’t have time for this.” Mavin spat and killed the line.
She had more important things to deal with than a prank call. Her schedule for the next 3 months was chock full of trips, meetings and deadlines. But more importantly, she pictured it with Bellinda. As she grabbed her coat, visions of the redhead clouded her mind as it often did lately. Bellinda’s gentle laughter, sometimes wild, always passionate, rang in her ears.
“Yup, you’re in trouble…” Mavin mumbled to herself, “I’m heading out folks!” She called out to her family.
“What’s up?” Zeke came through the hallway to find his sister ready to bounce.
“Something I’ve gotta do.” Mavin said and then broke into a grin, “And apparently, there’s stuff you gotta take care of as well.”
Just then, her cell phone rang. The caller-ID showed the same unfamiliar number as before.
“Shit…relentless.” She huffed and killed the call, switching off the phone.
“What’s that?” Zeke stepped closer and eyed Mavin because she was grinning oddly.
“Too much Xmas spirit I suppose. But I gotta wonder, maybe you’re born with it.” She patted Zeke’s shoulder and made her way to the foyer.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Zeke made a face, completely puzzled.
“I dunno…maybe it’s Maybelline.” Mavin turned around and shrugged even as she continued walking towards the door.
Zeke wondered what had gotten into his sister, and rubbed his lips out of habit. The lipstick smear that appeared on his fingers explained it and soon he had to keep himself from toppling over furniture as he laughed his way through the long hallway and into the kitchen.
“Becca, I promise we’ll go shopping for the no-fade stuff.” He said aloud as he found his wife where he’d left her; tied to the kitchen table with a vibrator in her ass. And it was no small thing either.
“What kept you?” Becca half growled and half moaned. The position she was holding, or rather, forced to hold didn’t allow her much movement. She was comfortable, but the mad whirring going on in her ass wanted her to hump something. And that was where being flat on a small round table became aggravating.
“You miss me already?” Zeke said, watching his wife’s pussy ooze with her need. He lost himself in it for a while.
They’d been playing up their holiday fantasy season as it was their habit to do. Spontaneous moments like these were the stuff of inside jokes between them. They’d wordlessly resigned themselves to the fact, that any serious conversations held in the future over this particular kitchen table, would be a complete farce.
“Fuck me!” Becca barked, thank goodness the girls were asleep in another wing of the house.
“Non ma Cher.” Zeke whispered, keeping his eyes on the toy that visibly shook with the power of the many micro motors built into it.
Hell, he should know. He’d built it, especially for his wife, with the silicon covering fashioned from a mold of his own love wand. He remembered the look on Mavin’s face when he’d showed it to her. She agreed that he’d outdone himself. It was his Xmas gift to Becca and Santa be damned; Xmas was coming early.
“Oh merde!” Becca cursed in French. Her ass was on fire and it felt absolutely delicious to feel her pussy getting soaked of its own greedy accord.
“Damn baby, you are sooo bad.” Zeke groaned and moved to swat her ass with his palm.
“Ahhh…” Becca responded to the hot sting shimmering through her left ass cheek, “More…”
*********** Meanwhile ***********
In another part of town, well-situated away from the ‘burbs, Club Heat was thumping with fresh blood. For some time now, a new vibe had been sweeping through the underground. And club goers were only too happy to get carried away.
“Oh, you’re gonna love Q baby.”
“Mmmm….Give it to me.”
The hottest thing in Heat was Qwax. The tiny red pill made Ecstasy seem like a day at the DMV. Though the effects were similar, Red Queen, as some called it, brought out the real you. It gave you a sense of one and all-ness. It expanded your sense of the world around you and took away any fears you might have of exploring the hell out of it. A longer peak and a shorter crash also didn’t hurt.
Kris had done X many times before but her experiences with the Queen over the last week had been nothing short of incredible. Where Ecstasy made her feel warm and full of expendable energy, Q made her feel downright hot and very sensitive. A tiny breeze alone could wreak such pleasurable havoc on her skin, not to talk of a tangible caress from another human body. If she thought she enjoyed being close to someone else while on X, she absolutely needed to have someone glued to her with the Red Queen.
Tonight however, was all the more special to Kris. She’d met someone new and was eager to share the experience with her new friend. They met a few days ago in the subway during a small case of claustrophobia. Kris had been riding to work as usual, when the train screeched to a stop. These kind of things happened all the time but not when the person next to you grabs you in a desperate panic for comfort.
Kris hadn’t even noticed the girl until then. She’d been so wrapped up in her own head that being grabbed by a stranger didn’t immediately register.
“S-s-should we be stopped?” The dark haired girl had asked, trembling slightly.
“There’s probably a good reason…but we may never know.” Kris shrugged and winced at the tight grip that was clamping her right thigh, just a few inches from her knee. “Are you okay?” She asked as she registered some kind of fear in the girl’s demeanor.
“I-I-I d-don’t like closed spaces.” The girl stammered.
“Um…okay,” Kris blinked a few times then continued, “You do realize this is a subway car? I mean, if you’re claustrophobic, I kinda imagine you’d know what you’re getting into.”
Just as the words left her lip, Kris felt a twinge of regret because she was offering the girl no comfort. But then again, how could she when her knee was being crushed?
She was about to apologize when the conductor’s voice screeched over the PA. There was some track congestion up ahead as two trains had gone slightly off-sync. The time interval between them had warped and thus, oncoming trains had to be delayed in order to clear things up. Well, that’s what could be inferred from the garbled stream of static and mangled words. You gotta love the NYC Transit system.
Kris turned to the girl who seemed to be hanging on to every word that sputtered through the speakers. “Ah, there you go, just a run in the nylon that is the subway.”
The girl smiled, sheepishly. Her face flushed, partly from psychotic exhaustion and partly from self-consciousness. She slowly released Kris’ knee and whispered an apology. Just then, the train jerked back to life and a sigh of relief escapes her.
“I’m s-sorry.” She said nervously.
“No, I should be apologizing…I mean, I could’ve been more accommodating.”
“Most people aren’t when they perceive your fear….as being ridiculous.”
“Well, I hate to be most people, so I’m just Kris.” Kris had offered a grin and they’d exchanged numbers.
And here they both were, riding on a wave of sensation. The club thumped with unnatural sounds and wild rhythms. But all Kris cared about at the moment was the body that was pressed into hers, swaying to the hypnotic sounds. With a sly grin, she slipped the small red pill through her friend’s quivering lips.
“Relax babe, and kiss your fears goodbye.” Kris whispered in a tone meant to penetrate the girl’s head.
“Are you sure this is safe?” The girl asked, even though she’d already swallowed the pill.
“Trust me.” Kris said through a smile as she brushed her lips against the girl’s exposed neck. “I promise you’ll be just fine.”
Meanwhile on the other side of the club a stout figure hobbled along the wall on the way to the washrooms. The figure moved slowly, stopping every now and then to wipe the blood that flowed like tears, from eyes that seemed ready to burst. The trip is exhaustive and soon, the figure collapses in a fit of convulsions, just short of the washroom. Soon, a pool of blood gathers and it isn’t until another patron finds the sight to be a complete nuisance that the bouncers are called in.
*********
It was freezing, – or frozen rather. The sky was grey and ominous; not at all unusual for the season. A fresh haze of powder snowflakes fluttered down over the city, each one bearing no mark its brooding origin.
“Need a damn vacation.” Mavin mumbled to herself as she plowed her way to Bella’s condo.
A 20-minute drive stretched into 45 minutes because of the not-so-innocent snowflakes, millions of them. Mavin shook her head and pulled into the familiar driveway. She parked and made her way into the building. The elevator was working fine but as Mavin got in she couldn’t help but wonder if the stairs would’ve been faster.
“Only 12 floors…” She sighed, not wanting to think of what she would say to Bellinda. The things she wanted to do to the redhead.
“10th floor…2 more…” She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, partly nervous and completely excited.
After an everlasting trip on the elevator, – which really only lasted about 30 seconds, Mavin flew off the elevator and ran for Bellinda’s door. There were only 2 doors per floor so she didn’t have to think about how many doors she’d run past.
The tall butch was about to knock but remembered the key in her pocket. She swiveled to get the key and bumped into the door. It opened slightly.
“Odd.” Mavin stated to nobody but went in. She stood frozen, – attack of the not-so-innocent snowflakes. Only, there weren’t any. The place however, was thrashed beyond recognition.
The tall butch didn’t wait to absorb anything. She bounded for the bedroom, only to find more of the same mess. Clothes flung everywhere, the furniture all in complete disarray with pieces of broken glass littering the floor.
“What the hell is going on here?” Mavin whispered in wonderment, “Bellinda!” She called, though it was very clear there’d be no response.
Maybe she had a party. No, that couldn’t be it. There were no paper plates on the floor. Moreover the place was literally turned upside down. Then it hit her, like Mack truck to the side of her temple. The stupid prank caller and his vague message; Bellinda was in trouble and yet…somehow, she didn’t believe it.
“Shit!” Mavin spat as she realized her phone was in the car. She melted the soles of her shoes running out of the apartment and this time, the elevator went without consideration. The dark butch jumped down flights of stairs, almost tumbling a few times. Her mind, a mix of confusion, panic and rage, all fueled by adrenaline.
She got to the car and reached for her phone. She switched it on and was about to speed dial Bella when a call came in. Mavin answered it knowingly.
“You’ve yet to answer my question.” Mavin said, her breadth heaving.
“So I have your attention now?” The voice said wickedly.
“Where is she?” Mavin said each word slowly.
“She is safe, but not for long.”
“What do you want with her?” Mavin growled, holding her tongue even as she did.
“Tomorrow at noon, – Star Breeze Theatre. Book a ticket for the first show at 1pm. Come alone.” The voice said in a deadly serious tone.
“Wait a -” Mavin began, but the line was dead. She hit the redial button but got a garbled message about how the number she dialed didn’t exist.
She felt a cold chill run through her. What could they possibly want? And who were ‘they’ to begin with? José’s murderers seemed ripe suspects but why go for Bellinda?
It was all so surreal. Phbt! And she was supposed to wait ’til noon tomorrow.
“Oh, you picked the wrong butch to fuck with.” Mavin muttered under her breath as the wheels in her head turned. A few conclusions were drawn; first of all, Mavin Bright did not wait for anyone, let alone wait while the woman she loved was at risk of being tortured or killed. Wait a minute ‘loved’?
“Yes, yes, yes…I’m in…love.” Mavin said aloud for the first time in years. She may’ve admitted it to Bellinda, but she hadn’t completely reckoned that fact with herself. Only now, she had her work cut out for her.
She drove to the nearest phone booth and called a number she didn’t even know she remembered.
“The number you have dialed does not exist. Please check your number and try your call again later.” The recorded message played over and over.
“A stitch in time.” Mavin said when the message played a fifth time.
“Saves you from walking around in rags.” The soft feminine voice broke in, “How’s it going?”
“Pyro!” Mavin sighed with relief, “Damn babe, I need a favor.”
“You’re not doing me one by calling me from a payphone at this time of the year.”
“Come on baby, I’m lonely.” Mavin rolled her eyes.
“Nope, say it.”
“Pyro…” Mavin said in a warning tone.
“No say it or I hang up and scramble my digits.”
“Aight, aight…” Mavin relented, taking a deep cold breath, “I’m sorry for calling you from a payphone at this time of the year.”
“Now see, that wasn’t so hard. Apology accepted. What do you want, I am a busy femme.”
“I need to track someone down.” Mavin said after a short pause.
“And a PI wouldn’t have been easier?”
“This is serious babe, deadly serious. A PI might come in handy later but not right now. I need you Pyro.”
“I know you do.” The voice sighed.
“Come on Pyro.” Mavin clutched the phone.
“Fine, fine, ugh Mavin, you always do this. But whatever, what’s the name.”
“Are you really gonna do this while I’m standing in the cold at a payphone?”
“That was your choice Mave. I’m warm and cozy here.”
“Tell me where you are.” Mavin lowered her voice, to sound gentle.
“You know I can’t do that. It’s against the rules.” Pyro replied tiredly, as though they went through this every day.
“Can we bag the rules? This is no time for…” Mavin growled in anger, knowing she was fighting a lost cause. “Bellinda Ross.” She relented.
“The Bellinda Ross of the Illusions Modern Art Gallery?” Pyro said with some level of amazement.
“Yes, that’s her.” Mavin said slowly, suspicious of Pyro’s quick analysis.
“Wow, she’s like a guru in the art world. She recently did this painting called ‘Essence’ that’s like wet panties all around.”
“You know, I think there’s more to it than that, Pyro.” Mavin said as a shiver derailed her thoughts.
“Well, I’ll make an exception. Are you gonna tell me why you’re looking for her?”
“Not unless I can tell you to your face.”
“Hmm, why Doc, you propose an interesting bargain. Got your ware?”
“Yeah.” Mavin said, with a hint of relief.
“Okay, hang up. You’ll hear from me in about 10 minutes.”
“Aight cool.” Mavin hung up the line without ado and boarded her car.
She drove home, tempted to check her PDA for the message that Pyro would send, but decided she would be better off in her apartment, warm and mildly sane. By the time Mavin arrived at her place, the message from Pyro had already arrived as well.
Mavin settled down with her laptop, only bothering to remove her jacket as she proceeded to access the message. She pulled up the message and read the note from Pyro:
“Like I said, I’m only making an exception and thus, you’ll still have to do some work. The info you need is encrypted in the following attachment. Run it and you’ll know what to do. Enjoy.”
“Typical Sian, very typical.” Mavin shook her head and clicked a button to run the program. She scanned it through her decoder and after a 20-minute wait, the message was descrambled. She had Pyro’s address. She copied it to memory and then deleted the message. That was followed by a system sweep to make sure the message was gone. It was protocol. The tall butch was sure Pyro would be hacking into her systems later to make sure the info wasn’t there. The importance of privacy was something Mavin understood well.
**********
It was about 3am and Mavin’s nerves were beyond shot. The systemic assault from adrenaline wreaked havoc on her body. Her temples were throbbing in time to a ghastly cadence that spelled a brutal migraine. Now wasn’t the time for paralyzing headaches but her body didn’t function by reason.
The dark butch kept her eyes glued to the weather-fucked road and fought the urge to pinch her eyes shut and slam her head into the steering wheel. She pulled into the area listed on the address and made a habitual survey of her surroundings. The wind was mind-numbingly cold, lashing obscenely through her clothes and penetrating her skin. Huge gulps of air meant to soothe her only made her throat dry and scratchy. She coughed a few times and tried to keep the moisture in her mouth.
The location she sought was right in front of her. An old, abandoned building that probably should’ve been torn down ages ago. Instead, it stood gauchely amidst other renovated buildings, like a gatekeeper of some sort. Mavin took it all in out of habit; a way to distract herself from her situation, from her head. But she didn’t bother stepping onto the curb. She just waited and soon enough, an unmarked van with darkened window pulled up to her. Just like old times.
The door of the van slid open and Mavin got in, without a word. She found a comfortable seat and leaned back into it. The van stayed in motion for about 30 minutes, before stopping. Shortly after, the door slid open again. Mavin eyed the figure wearily, as she moved to get out of the vehicle. In her dazed vision, she caught a glimpse of the dark brown eyes, with winter-glazed flecks of amber. Mavin blinked a few times and steadied herself.
“You’re alright?” The voice asked, with some concern.
“I don’t know.” Mavin heard herself say.
“Come with me.”
“Well, anything else defeats the purpose Maniac.” Mavin retorted with a hint of sarcasm as she followed the person through the small, darkened lot. Glad she was wearing her jacket, the wind howled through the place, screaming past her sensitive ears. Mavin turned her collar up.
“You haven’t changed a bit Mave.” Maniac said without looking at the dark butch.
“Yeah, I was starting to wonder why I keep hearing that.” Mavin said through gritted teeth, her head felt like it was being crushed under its own weight.
“For a while now, Sian’s been expecting to hear from you.” Maniac said casually as they turned into a shaft way.
Mavin didn’t say anything. She couldn’t, because they were just out of the shaft when Sian appeared at the end. The same amber speckled, brown eyes laid on her for the second time this morning and yet, the first. The tall butch stopped in her tracks, and contemplated her next move. She wasn’t sure about the expression on Sian’s face. It was severe in its intensity, a mix of relief and dread. Which was more, Mavin couldn’t tell.
“Well, here you are.” Sian said slowly, her voice as soft and camouflaging as Mavin remembered. The raven haired woman moved closer to Mavin.
“It’s good to see you Sian.” Mavin said, being utterly truthful.
“I can say the same, but the season doesn’t permit.” Sian replied, no hint of malice. She reached Mavin and stood toe to toe with her, slipping her slender arms around Mavin’s waist, caressing her as though this was something they did every day. She was an inch or two shy of Mavin’s height but nonetheless, she still had a commanding presence. “I have some information for you.”
“Well, I can trust that.” Mavin said flatly and gently pulled herself away from the not-so-necessary stimulation.
“Alright are we’ll set?” Sam aka Maniac stated, as she went up to her station to monitor the tracer program she’d been working on.
“Your cell, we’ll need that.” Sian stated, in a casual tone that flowed like milk over cereal.
“Sure.” Mavin reached into her pocket to get the device. To her surprise, it wasn’t there.
“I got it Mave.” Sian said, with the phone dangling from fingertips.
“You’re slick.” Mavin grinned at the raven-haired woman.
“You didn’t think I was coming on to you, did you?” Sian asked in the same soft tone that never failed to confuse the dark butch.
“Sian, this is very serious.” Mavin replied, catching herself on the brink of hypnosis.
“SIAN, GET OVER HERE!!!” Sam hollered from her station.
Sian let out a sigh. This all was such bad timing. She eyed Mavin for a beat and with a lick of her lips, turned in the direction of her sister’s voice.
Mavin stood her ground, though she was unsure of her next move. She didn’t plan on wasting any time to find Bellinda, especially after what happened to José. ‘And what happened to José?’ Her own mind mocked her. ‘A hole in the head, a blink and you’re dead.’ Mavin swallowed hard as her vision blurred.
“You’re coming or not?” Sian’s silky voice pierced the dark woman’s reverie, intoxicating her. Mavin allowed her eyes to wander; the earthy passage way, the vapor of her own breath flowing in the cold, the back of Sian’s boot-clad legs, the back of Sian’s thighs, her ass.
“I have to find her Sian.” Mavin said frowning, her body suddenly consumed by her wrath, and a sense of guilt that’d become all too familiar.
“Okay, then. But I know I’m not getting the whole story.” Sian began again.
“I think she’s being held for ransom and I’ve been called to deal at noon tomorrow, – well, later today.” Mavin said quickly.
Sian nodded, her dark hair tossing lightly about her shoulders. Bad-ass timing as always, she thought fleetingly; she hadn’t seen the tall butch in years.
“You’re still here?” Sam bounded towards them “…You know, I actually have better things to do.”
“What do you have?” Sian asked just as they all moved through the rest of the shaft.
It led to a wider hallway which had the organic smell of deep earth. Mavin looked around and was mildly relieved that there weren’t any crawlers nearby. Just as that thought left her, the odor morphed into that of damp concrete, telling of manmade structure. It was a pseudo-crypt of some sort with slightly polished walls and artificial lightning.
A few more steps through the fairly long hall, and Mavin stepped into a familiar world. Hey eyes lit up as she washed her gaze over the studio-sized space filled with all sorts of technoware. To simply say ‘computers’ would be a devastating understatement. However, to the untrained eye it was possible to gleam that even NASA and all the government agencies put together didn’t have a speck of dust on these two, – Pyro and her twin, Maniac.
Mavin actually met them in the last place anyone would expect, which for the kind of work they did, wasn’t so unusual. She’s been in Nagele, a small town in Ethiopia doing some independent research for her college thesis paper. As it was her habit to do, she immersed herself in the area and made it a point to get to know the locals. Information was valuable and having it in a language she could understand was even more so.
She’s been scouting for an interpreter whom she could at least trust for the time being. But as always in third world countries, politics and decent ethics are often absolute polar opposites. A mugging during a short day-tour, had left her hopelessly stranded without her valuable possessions by Lake Abaya, several miles from where she began.
And as though life thoroughly enjoyed fucking with her, she’d wandered about, lost for two days when she literally ran into a couple of seriously tanned Caucasians. She wasn’t surprised, but for the fact that they actually seemed to know what they were doing in such a remote location. They offered to help her only because they figured by the way she looked that she wasn’t out to rob them. Then they’d laughed themselves red when she explained that she’d been mugged by her translator, who had planned with six or more other individuals to ambush her on a tour.
The whole encounter had seemed surreal. The two introduced themselves to Mavin as Sam and Sian Connors. For the next two or three days that they spent there, Mavin got to know them a bit. They were technicians and were in the region to test equipment that was being built on contract for a client they couldn’t mention. Though years later, the two came clean about their true endeavors; there hadn’t been a client, they were really technicians – of the hacker variety, and they’d been in Ethiopia running tests on a new piece of technology they’d bartered off the underground market.
The memories faded into reality as the sleek shine of 21st century technology greeted her adrenaline-scorched eyes. The range of devices and wares seemed to split the room into quadrants. Two of them were fairly identical and the remaining two, completely different. Mavin immediately pinned the information down; the two look-alike workstations were as kempt as any multi-screened, multi-networked station would be, and the other two screamed of an inventor’s garage.
Everything about the SamSian Twins was laid out bare, – classic geeks with modern style. Mavin’s jaw hung open as she lost herself for a moment with the techno-geek in her.
“Nothing yet, hand me the cell.” Sam walked by her sister who tossed her the device. “You’ve had contact?” Sam asked in Mavin’s direction, waving to a comfy looking chair nearby.
“Yeah,” Mavin nodded, taking the seat while Sian moved to her station, fingers flying over the keyboard in a frenzy that’d put many finger-fuckers to shame. “Fucking bastard ruined my Xmas eve.”
“So who do you think might be running this?” Sam asked eagerly, as she placed the phone on a metal plate and pushed a green button nearby. A set of green lasers showered the phone and a few seconds later the computer chirped a single confirmation, “No bugs.”
Mavin felt the sense of relief again and before she could assess it, she dozed off into a shallow coma, leaving the pyromaniac duo to their work.
*******
“I’m worried, we haven’t heard from her in hours.” Becca snuggled in close to her husband. They’d finally worn each other out and were trying to catch some time on the sleep train before the girls woke up.
“You know how she is.” Zeke replied, not wanting to discuss his sister now. “She’s gonna feel smothered if we decide to bug her now, besides it’s almost dawn. I’m sure she’s not waiting to call now.”
“Well maybe, but she did leave here in a rush. Do you think something is up…with her and Bellinda, I mean?”
Zeke groaned and spooned his wife, “Baby, she’s gonna do whatever she wants, and until she tells us, it’s not for us to worry too much about.”
“Zeke, she’s not getting any younger and I’d like to see her happy and settled.” Becca turned to face him.
“I know honey, but I’ve known Mavin my whole life, and I can say without a doubt that she’ll do what makes her happy and if you wait around for her to please you, it won’t happen unless you choose to be happy for her no matter what she’s up to.”
“Well, I like that she’s up to the redhead. They’re good together.”
“I think so too, but baby, let’s save it ’til later, I’m wiped.” Zeke eyed the bedside clock; it was just past 5am.
“Hmmm, okay.” Becca smiled and kissed him, “I love my present baby. It’ll be great for when you travel.”
“Ha! I’m sure baby. That’s why it’s molded after the original; you’ll never have to miss it unless you want to.”
“Well, I’m missing it right now.” Becca’s voice dropped like cream in coffee.
“Oh fuck!” Zeke had to grin as Becca rolled onto him and proceeded to stroke him to attention. “I’ve created a monster.”
“Yes, it’s right out of your wildest dreams.” Becca’s body suddenly found energy seemingly from thin air, “I promise you a good time baby, just relax.”
Zeke thought he saw a grin that was just too evil on his wife’s face but as her hot lips wrapped around his member, his eyes closed and he just had to ignore everything. Soon, his groans filled the room and Becca was all too happy to hear him.
****************
Somewhere deep down, she’d been hoping for a vision of clues but her dreams were of abstract impressions and designs. Her brain organized itself for the next bout of drama, providing her a theatre of celestial nonsense to occupy her senses while it recuperated.
“Mavin…!” The voice sounded warped; echoing in the recesses of her mind. She was too distracted by the sea of intense hues and almost frightening colors. The kinds you either saw when you were tripping on ‘cid or about to die. She felt herself smirking, waiting for the proverbial tunnel of light.
“…Mavin!” She got a loud shout instead. Her eyes flew open into a duller, blurred view. The wild colors were gone and a familiar palette harsh grays and dead blues marred her vision.
“What?” She croaked as she blinked to clear her eyes.
“Two things,” It was Sian, looking the same as she did before, “Breakfast and we found something.”
“What time is it?” Mavin stretched a little; she didn’t have to turn to know her neck was badly cramped.
“It’s 0600.” Sam said, plopping down next to Mavin, totting a sandwich.
“What did you find?” Mavin replied, she’d only slept a few hours and felt like she’d been run over by a Mack truck.
“The call number doesn’t exist in the region.” Sian answered, pinching a piece of her sister’s sandwich.
“Meaning what?” Mavin rubbed her neck,
“They could’ve come from anywhere.” Sam munched.
“That’s normal.” Mavin leaned back into her seat, desperately seeking relief from her neck.
“Not like this, it’s not. See if we called the number back, we should get some kind of destination. You know, a payphone, a rigged phone, a cell, a radio tower, and so on. But we got a blank point.” Sian explained.
“What like an undefined function?” Mavin’s eyebrows jumped.
“Even worse, we can’t pin an origin.” Sam dusted crumbs from her mouth.
“Well, what if we try to intercept the call?” The dark butch palmed her head.
“Way ahead of you Mavin,” Sian said, “We’ll bug your cell with a 3-second passive transmission delay so we can monitor the peripheral channels before and after each call.”
“And don’t worry, we know you only get calls from about five people, and the kidnapper’s one of ’em.” Sam chuckled and nudged the dark butch.
“Just do what you have to and get me an aspirin or something.” Mavin was fit to bark.
“Tsk tsk, be nice Mave. Your cell will be set in about half an hour. Do you want any breakfast?” Sam asked while Sian went off to dismantle the cell phone on her workbench.
“Fuck you.” Mavin groaned as her head spun. “What happened to the midtown crib?”
“If you remember it then you know why we had to leave.” Sam said as she dropped a bottle of aspirin in Mavin’s lap, “It was getting too hot and we’ve since moved to another location. This place is just where we work.”
“Right, y’all spend your holidays hacking?”
“Well, it is the busiest time of the year. You know how it is.”
“I guess so.” Mavin swallowed two pills and drank them down with the water Sam had provided. “So how’ve you been hanging?”
“Pretty good, we had a raid a few months back and so we had to beef up our shit to the nth degree.”
“I see.” Mavin closed her eyes.
“And you, what’ve you been up to?”
“You don’t know?” Mavin smiled, “I thought y’all had pinned me to your radar.”
“No, but we’ve been watching her though.”
Immediately the words left Sam delectable lips, Mavin found herself back in that place she’d hoped to never see again. She sighed deeply and opened her eyes.
“How is she?” Mavin asked and wasn’t really sure why.
“Not so good. She stayed in the business for about 3 years but it was never the same. She’s getting married next year, committing to unhappiness.”
“Phbt! Figures she would.” Mavin shifted in her seat.
“Well, she tried to kill you. And after all this time, she knows you’re not dead but she doesn’t try to make things right.” Sam said and moved to straddle Mavin.
“Somehow, I don’t think she’s all in the wrong. I mean, I don’t even really know what happened that night and the only other witness is –”
“Dead.” Sam interrupted as she took a comfortable seat in Mavin’s lap.
“WHAT?!?” Mavin gripped Sam by the shoulders.
“Cancer, I thought you knew.” Sam whispered, genuinely shocked by the outburst.
“Oh shit!” Mavin was at a severe loss for words. “Shit, shit fuck!”
“I’m sorry, I honestly thought you knew.” Sam pressed closer to the butch and took Mavin’s face in her palm. She saw the tears forming there.
“Sam, I need to be alone right now.” Mavin said, closing her eyes and sealing the tears in.
“Sure, the exit shaft is that way; you walk it a few times if you want.” Sam pulled herself off Mavin, “Damn, how did you not know.”
Mavin didn’t respond, instead, she moved toward the shaft and walked slowly through it. She was on the verge of tears; her anger was simply beyond control. She felt almost as helpless as she did when she was 5. She was practically choking on guilt and yet, it wasn’t time for her to cry. So she punched the wall, sending a clean crack through it. And one through her right hand. She bit down the urge to howl and gripped her broken hand. But the pain, like everything else she was felt was just too much. So she screamed, starting with a deep growl and rising higher and higher until her scarred cords failed to make any sound at all.
****************
“You know I’m beyond thrilled that you’ve accepted this offer. Your presence in H&B will be an invaluable asset to the growth and progress of the company.”
“Kurt, come on. You made an exciting offer. I’d have been crazy to refuse.”
“Well Eva, I’ll have to agree. But again, think you.”
“Oh I should be thanking you.”
“Well, how about a toast?”
“Okay.”
“To a new friendship and a bright future, on the horizon, – and beyond; Welcome Eva Wilson.” Kurt raised his glass with a smile. The rest of the room applauded.
“Thank you.” Eva nodded and clinked glass with her newest associate as well as the eight other member of the H&B board of direction. She accepted the congratulatory handshakes and pleasantries with a gracious smile.
She’d flown all the way to Seattle for the meeting and the introductory mumbo-jumbo that would follow as she was integrated into the new atmosphere. Her work would be for the most part, in Washington D.C. but every now and then she’d have to make trips to Seattle, where the new H&B research headquarters was located. Her position in H&B would be a board director with more money than her last job. Eva had nothing against money.
All that considered, Eva was excited; she’d have a prominent role in the company and ultimately a more advantageous position in respect to her career. She’d call a few members of her family to tell them the good news but none except her sister would understand the significance the way Mavin would. However, she already knew Mavin’s stand on the matter and at the same time, she didn’t understand it.
Anyway, it wasn’t like Mavin had laid a better job down to replace this one if she’d refused it. Besides, who was she working for anyway; herself or Mavin? Eva decided, she would stay and enjoy the experience at H&B as best she could. Mavin’s opinion be damned.
After a few more hours of schmoozing and smiling, Eva returned to her weekend penthouse suite with a new assignment that was to begin right away.
*************
“Everything is under control General, I assure you.”
“Doesn’t look like it. What I see, is shear lack of discipline. Make no mistake, if your ass winds up on the grill, I’ll be the one cookin’ it. I suggest you tighten things up from here on out.”
“I know General. Have some faith, or a shot of whiskey is you like.”
“What I’ll have is a quiet retirement without a 12 by 4 cell anywhere near it.”
“General Montgomery, have I ever given you reason to doubt me?”
“You don’t want me to answer that!”
“Oh come on, this…”
“Good day!”
Kurt Pryce heard the line cut off and with a small gesture, hung up his own end of the line.
“Every dog gets his day.” He said aloud to no one, reaching for a small box, “And every General gets his funeral.” He smiled as he picked out a cigar and clipped off the end.
His dealings with General Montgomery had only intensified since A.J. had screwed up his end of the job. And what was Pryce after? Control and power; he’d always been. He’d originally intended to buy out the highly reputable research facility but it turned out that certain ties held stronger than his money could break.
It had been Morris’ job to break those ties but the short, pompous piece of overqualified shit-stirrer had neglected to sever said ties. Instead, he’d made them stronger.
Nonetheless, all was not lost. He picked up his phone again and dialed behind a cloud of cigar smoke.
“Hello?” The call reached its destination and the other person answered.
“It’s me, call the senator.” Was all Kurt had to say, he never had too many pleasantries for anyone who irked him as much as the person he was speaking to.
“I think that’ll dangerous territory, we’re yet to ascertain the benefit of our current endeavor.”
“Well, I don’t remember asking you for an opinion but as a piece of advice your mother failed to give you; it’s always good to have many options.”
“Say what you will about my mother, but this isn’t a good option.”
“Yet, you’ll do it with a smile even if you have to paint one on.” Kurt said and hung up the line. He puffed on the cigar to get the taste of the conversation out of his mouth. He leaned back into his chair, – control and power. He prepared himself for the receiving gesture; the motion that occurred when you reached out for something. The initial flex of muscles and tendon before your fingers closed and you withdrew, prize in hand.
*********** Later that day in New York ***********
“Why isn’t she answering?”
“A part of me wants to know, the other part’s already disgusted.”
“Grrr! Call her again!!”
Joann stomped through Bellinda’s office, wondering where the hell her red haired friend had disappeared to. There was a shit load of work to be done for the New Year show and here they were, chickens without heads.
Construction at Illusions was well underway. Frames, support beams and light racks were being installed among a host of other structures.
“Shit!” Adam snapped, “Do you think she’s with Mavin?”
“I dunno the status on those two, but it’s very possible.” Joann said with a groan. She was helping Adam, answering the gazillion calls that kept pouring in.
“Hmm…Looks like we’ll never know.” Adam sighed as he put someone else on hold.
“What the fuck does that mean?” Joann was pacing.
“I don’t have Mavin’s number on file, anywhere?” Adam threw on a quick smile as one of the carpenters shoved a sheet of paper at him. It was a list of needed supplies. He wasn’t exactly authorized to sign out supply budgets but Bellinda wasn’t around.
“Great, just what I need.” Adam sighed as he signed the slip. Bellinda would just have to deal.
“You mean Mavin never called her?” Joann asked, scrolling through the rolodex on Bellinda’s table.
“Does she realize that she hasn’t finished her own paintings? This is no time to go dirty dancing.” Adam ramble in his own world.
“What about her office, did you try there?”
“Hi you’ve reached the IMAG, how may I help you?” Adam’s cookie cutter greeting escaped his lips. “You have an appointment with Miss Ross for 2pm today?….I see….Well, I’m sorry but there’s a small scheduling conflict and we’ll have to move the appointment back….No, I can’t give you a time frame but I can guarantee a personal call from her to confirm your appointment….No problem….Thank you very much and have a lovely day.” Adam groaned as he ended the call. “I’m about 2 minutes away from ripping the lines outta that phone.”
“How the hell can you guarantee a personal call, when she’s not here?” Joann’s eyes went wide.
“I’m banking on the probability that she’ll be done fucking before the New Year.”
“Oh whatever, call Mavin’s office and see if she’s there or if anyone there knows where she is.” Joann rolled her eyes.
“Would they even be open this time of the year?”
“Just try, maybe you can get a directory.”
“Okay, hang on.” Adam dialed Lecter Corp. “I’m getting a recorded message, what does she do again?” Adam eyed Joann.
“She’s some kinda engineer or something.”
“I can’t believe how little we know about her.” Adam said exasperatedly.
“Keep trying.” Joann flung her arms up in surrender and scurried to Bellinda’s desk as another call came in.
“Miss Ross’ office, can I take a message?” Joann asked and began to scribble down a note.
************* Meanwhile *************
Mavin paced back and forth in her office. She was there for a couple of reasons. The first was official; she’d come to bundle up her reports for the next conference that was scheduled for the post holiday season, sometime in January. The second reason was personal. She wanted space and time to preoccupy herself and not count the hours to noon or imagine the dastardly acts she would commit against Bellinda’s assailants.
Nevertheless, Lecter Corp. wasn’t completely closed for the holidays. It remained opened for resident workaholics, security staff and custodians. There were maintenance contractors working in the facility as well as federal investigators who were still trying to decipher the mystery of José’s murder. A few suspects had been apprehended but Mavin had declined to know who they were; she didn’t want to know until there was utmost certainty about the killer’s identity.
The dark woman paced, her body rippling with unstable energy. Even to herself, she was unpredictable. Her emotions were highly combustible, and to worsen her state of mind, she couldn’t distinctly separate them. Her head pounded with force of blood rushing through her temples. She was thinking and simultaneously trying not to.
The whole idea was absurd to her. And then it struck her, what if the kidnappers were holding Bellinda for ransom from her father? He was a senator and a very important one too, being the chairman of the Health Education Labor and Pension (HELP) committee.
“Damnit!” Mavin fumed releasing a small amount of steam, though not enough as she reached for the phone and made a last consideration on whether or not to be the bearer of bad news. She wondered if Bellinda’s father knew she was missing. Just as her hand kissed the phone, a call rang through. She hesitated for a moment and then answered.
“Hello, you’ve reached Lecter Corp. These are non-business hour so what do you want?” Her voice rumbled with a threatening force.
“Hello…Mavin?” The other voice sounded familiar, “It’s Joann.”
“Joann…” Mavin heaved a sigh, “Odd time to call my office.”
“Yes, I know. Very sorry to disturb, but there’s an odd situation I’m hoping you might be able to help me with.”
“Okay, shoot.” Mavin sat on the edge of her desk. She glanced at the clock; it was thirty-seven minutes to noon.
“Well, I was wondering if you know where Bellinda is. She’s gone AWOL and we’re sorta going nuts here.”
Mavin though her options through for a second. If she told Joann the truth, she’d only be spreading panic. If she didn’t, Joann would find Bella’s apartment and figure something was amiss, and then panic anyway. Perhaps she should have someone clean up the place a bit. But that’d be tampering with likely evidence.
“Joann, I don’t know where B is, but if you hear from her, tell her I’m looking for her.” Mavin squeezed in a few truths.
“Oh, wow. Okay.” Joann had been hoping for more. “Well, thanks…I guess.”
“Bye Joann.” Mavin said and hung up. She grabbed her coat and left the building.
*************
“What did she say?” Adam sucked the tip of his fingers.
“She hung up on me.” Joann shook her head.
“What?!”
“No. I mean, she said she has no idea where Bellinda is, and that I should tell the girl that Mavin’s looking for her.”
“Perfect! Per-fucking-fect!!” Adam banged his desk in frustration.
It was going to be a long day.
***************
The city whizzed by in a flurry of black-iced roads and frost-grey building scraping against dark, clouded skies. Some fucking Xmas this was turning out to be. Her audio system blasted something from Linkin Park, but she wasn’t really paying attention to anything but the road. The distraction was what she needed.
Mavin stopped at a light and rubbed her gloveless hands together. She glanced around the intersection and then opened her glove compartment. She pulled out a Beretta 96 and inspected it. She tucked it into her shoulder holster and made a right turn toward the Star Breeze Theater. She parked a block away and got out to walk. Just as she stepped onto the curb of the theater, her cell rang. It was the same caller.
“Head to Plaza Park; the bench with the old lady getting up.” The voice said succinctly, and then cut the line.
Mavin added a spring to her pace. She was tempted to run but that would draw too much attention to her. She settled for walking briskly, as fast as her long legs could carry her. The plaza was a mall of malicious magnitude, at least to its competitors. It was the kind of shopping mega-center that doubled as the ‘middle of town’ even though it wasn’t anywhere near the middle of town. The entire complex was abuzz with the impressive throng of last-minute shoppers, shifting with the amount of hurry last-minute shopping allowed.
For no reason other than sensory overload; Mavin harbored an intense dislike for such crowded places. She found herself zoning out, locking all her senses on nothing whenever she was tagging along with anyone. In a nutshell, she always got the ‘lost in wonderland’ feeling and she hated it; wonderland be damned.
Frantic shoppers breezed by her as she made her way to the small pseudo-park. She turned a wide corner and the park loomed just a few paces away. It was packed with children and their keepers who stood nearby. There were security officials present making rounds in between small talk. Beyond the multitasking guards were the resting shoppers, adding coffee breaks to their shopping lists. And of course, there were the wannabe Santa’s.
The scent of fresh pastries and creamy beverages polished the atmosphere with warmth. Mavin breathed deeply and allowed her eyes to scan the place again. And there she was, the old lady getting off her seat, as though she’d been paid to. Out of habit, Mavin glanced at her watch and noted fifteen minutes past noon.
She walked slowly to the vacated bench and sat down. The holster hugged her body, comforting her. Not long after, someone else joined her. The scent was purely Channel and out of the corner of her eyes, Mavin could see the pair of smooth, stocking-covered legs. She swallowed hard. Sometimes, her body and mind were on two different frequencies. Mavin kept her gaze on her shoes.
“You seem nervous, does my presence bother you?” The voice was undeniably feminine and British but the timbre was smack-dab bedroom.
“That’s an odd thing to say to someone you barely know.” Mavin replied, ignoring the question altogether.
“Well, my name is Selene and you are Mavin, so were not strangers after all.”
Mavin turned to look at the woman. She’d done away with underestimating people since high school; in fact, she’d done away with judging people beyond the inevitable first impression. But this here was over the top.
“Why are you here?” Mavin asked, wanting to cut to the chase.
“I’m here to help you.” Selene replied, her dark blonde hair bouncing lightly in a cascade down her shoulders.
“Well, you’re not helping by wasting my time.” Mavin spat, “Who sent you?”
“Oh, don’t be so testy, my employer has a proposal for you and I’m here to deliver it.” Selene shifted closer to the dark butch, leaning over Mavin’s chest to whisper in the ear farthest from her. “So, are you interested?”
“In what?” Mavin felt the heat rising from the woman’s exposed neck.
“The proposal, of course.” Selene pulled herself back from the dark butch.
“Fine, let’s have it.” Mavin said, getting impatient and not wanting to cause a scene.
“Hmm, you realize there’re children about?” Selene smiled, she was enjoying herself.
“Aight then, I’m outta here.” Mavin got up to leave, “It’s too early for games.”
“She’s in danger.” Selene did not get up. She combed her fingers through her hair and kept her eyes on Mavin.
“And I suppose you think this shit is funny?” Mavin leaned into Selene and snarled, only because she was biting down her anger, – and something else.
“No, I actually don’t. But you are taking this all much too seriously.” Selene got up and rose to her full height, which, – thanks to her stilettos, came to be about Mavin’s height.
Mavin just glared at the woman whose dark brown eyes threatened to disarm her; they seemed to be feasting on her.
“Come, let us go somewhere more private,” Selene uttered after a long moment of gaze-raping the dark butch. She’d pictured Mavin’s features dripping with something, glowing softly with a wet sheen. That led to other mental concoctions, dominated by primal screams and spiked whips.
“I’m not going anywhere until I know who’s behind the fucking charade!” Mavin was beyond furious.
“There isn’t mush time to waste playing charades dear.” Selene snapped in a tone that sucked the air out of Mavin’s lungs, “Follow me.” She commanded as Mavin eyed her all the more fiercely. Her rage mounted higher, if that was possible.
They walked out of the plaza. It was a much shorter trip that Mavin remembered. Selene walked a step ahead of Mavin. She played to the butch’s weakness for women in every way; with a subtle flourish of her hips as she walked and tension in her calves as she balanced on her sharp heels. Mavin’s throat went dryer and dryer with each step. By the time they got out of the mall, she was practically choking. The cold air whipped ferociously outside the plaza. Mavin didn’t bother pulling her jacket close. She was already overheating.
“My car is that way.” Selene stated as she walked through the frosty lot.
“Don’t worry, I’ll let you drive.” Selene smirked just as a call came in. She swiveled her hips and turned her back to Mavin. They kept walking while Selene spoke.
“Hello?” The tailored skirt gave her slick, femme-fatale look that no doubt caught Mavin’s wayward attention. “We’re getting to it, just a detail.” The call ended with just that and Selene spun on her heels. “Here we are, come on Mavin. It’ll all be over so-…” Her voice fell short in her throat as Mavin grabbed her by the neck.
The tall butch spun Selene around and pushed her into the car, setting off the alarm. Mavin pulled her gun and moved in close, pointing it to Selene’s head. Somehow, in the force of the moment, Mavin found herself pressed close to the woman. She did a quick pat-down that sent thrills through her body even though her mind wasn’t registering them. She picked out the woman’s cell and fiddled with it to find the most recent number. It was the same as the one on her cell.
Mavin contemplated this bit of info and felt Selene wiggling against her body. Mavin cocked the gun and pressed it harder against the woman’s head but that only encouraged her.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Mavin asked, flabbergasted in more ways than one.
“Exactly what you want.” Selene said with a moan and pressed herself back into Mavin.
Mavin stepped back and eyed the bitch standing eye to barrel with her gun.
“Why do you look surprised? I know you want me.” Selene licked her lips. Mavin watched the vapors rising around both of them.
“NO!” Mavin rushed forward and grabbed the woman again, harder. “You’ll tell me who that was on the phone and maybe I won’t kill you right here.”
“Hmm…Release me.” Selene whispered as her eyes rolled back into her head.
“Shut up!” Mavin pressed the gun against the woman’s neck, noting the indentations that were marked by a quick flush of blood beneath the pale skin.
“Please…” Selene whispered again, despite Mavin’s tight grip on her neck.
Now it was all just too much to fucking bear. She didn’t want anything with this bitch but here she was; a gesture away from fucking her. She hadn’t been expecting to pull her gun, but as with so many things in the last 48 hours, Mavin felt her control slipping beyond the bare minimum. She’d been biting down her emotions for too long a time and her mind was buckling under the weight of it all. But hell, that only fueled the disjointed, irrationality of her actions. Her body too voiced its cravings and Mavin just had to be, Mavin.
“You have one last chance…” Mavin trailed off as her senses overloaded and more of her control slipped.
“Take me.” Selene pulled Mavin closer, raising her thigh around Mavin’s waist and hooking her legs to the back of Mavin’s thigh. The sharp pointed heel, dug in just a little bit.
No, no, no, no! The remnants of her rational mind screamed, but Mavin was too far gone. She needed the release and didn’t care anymore if they standing a few feet away from the main lot, or that it was early in the afternoon and it’d begun to snow.
“Don’t fight it, I promise it’ll be worth your while.” Selene egged her on in a tone that seemed designed specifically to hypnotize the butch.
Mavin breathed deeply and blinked. The snowflakes came fluttering down; each one giving her cold kisses against her hot flesh. Every kiss, a stinging reminder of the guilt to be, yet the situation was aimed at relief from the guilt she already felt. In a small gesture, Mavin tucked the gun away; sliding it into its holster with one hand. Her other hand stayed in place at Selene’s neck. Selene’s body undulated against hers even as Mavin drew her hand back up to peel open the blouse Selene wore, and touch the heated skin.
“Ah!” Selene gasped; Mavin’s thick hands were cold, so very cold. She moaned at the thought of where else she’d like them to be.
Mavin ran her fingers over the skin, liking it more than she should. It’d been a while. She kept her other hand on Selene’s neck, pinning the woman where she was.
‘Love Bellinda, need to get off. Need Bellinda, love to get off.’ Her one-track mind struggled for balance. While her hand closed around a lace-covered breast. The roughness of the lace against her palm made her squeeze hard on the soft globe.
“Ughn!” Selene moaned and arched her back. This for her was all too thrilling. She’d been sent to seduce Mavin and was reaping the preliminary benefits.
Mavin squeezed and fondled the left breast, liking the texture. The tingling in her fingers made her want more. Her eyes burned with the mixture of salacious lust and brutally cold winds. But she didn’t care, her vision was blurred and time seemed to stop. She felt trapped suddenly and her actions became frantic in an attempt to break free. ‘Love Bellinda, need to get off. Need Bellinda, love to get off.’ Mavin’s head sang in spite of itself. She ran her fingers down the woman’s torso and pulled up the skirt.
“Yes…yes.” Selene panted in anticipation. She was hot and wet and at risk of being caught. But there was no one around to see them as the snow came down harder, pelting her face and exposed chest. She moved her arms up Mavin’s shoulders, caressing the hard body.
“Keep your hands to yourself.” Mavin said coldly as she reached the place between Selene’s thighs and ran a finger along the folds of flesh through the moist material. A current of electricity zigzagged up her spine and settled in her brain. She moved her fingers again, and it happened again.
“Or else what?” Selene teased, her mission forgotten for the moment.
Mavin didn’t respond after that. She continued her exploration, still unsure of what she wanted out of it.
“You should know; when all this is over, I won’t spare your life.” Mavin ripped the woman’s thong aside.