04

“I’ll shower later,” She said as she began kissing him, their tongues playing against one another, each seeking dominance against the others. They stopped to catch their breath. “This is just for tonight. I have to be somewhere tomorrow morning.”

“So do I,” Frederick admitted, as he looked at his watch. “We have 4 hours left until morning, let’s make it count.”

He held her and looked straight into her eyes and one again she felt like she could drown in the look of those eyes on her. She shuddered, having spent too long looking at him and wondering what was below his belt. Her eyes drift back up and she wonders how she was to deal with what has been aroused in her, literally in the blink of an eye.

“What now?” she asked nervously.

“What?” He laughed. “Is this your first time?”

“No.” She said, although she wasn’t very convincing.

“Then let's make tonight memorable for the both of us.” His breath was against her ear and on her face and she shivered in aberrant longing for him, her feelings aroused by the novelty and dangers of performing this deed. Would HQ turn a blind eye or would they consider her a liability?

But at that moment she didn’t care.

Determined on what she was about to do, she strips and kicks off her shoes, she lets her dress fall and stands naked before him. He gasped in appreciation at what he was seeing. He traced a finger down from her shoulders and down to her perfect bust.

“You’re beautiful.”

She had known she was beautiful but to see another human being who wasn’t a target say it to her made it all the more pleasant. She nodded and began unbuttoning Frederick suit and then his shirt, she soon found his delicious abs and devoured them with her eyes, then she moved down to his trousers and carefully brought them down, they hit the ground with a full thud, she stood up and began feeling around his crotch.

He moaned softly, a sound that she was starting to like. His hands gripped her buttocks and she felt his penis rise in her grip. His smell was intoxicating and fresh. She breathed in his heat. Already high from the aphrodisiac and the anticipation, she dragged him into the bed.

She squirmed and dug her fingers into his skin before they slid over his body and his penis passed her pussy’s lips, teased beyond pleasure, and he filled her. Precautions had already been made to make this safe and pleasurable for the both of them.

“God. You feel so good,” She moaned, he answered her with a wet kiss. There was nothing to say but everything to feel as his penis glided in and out of her love tunnel in slow and rhythmic thrusts. She clenched and tugged on him, sharing in a fevered and tempestuous rut. she could smell their lust, her juices coating him and his penis filling her and she failed to fully clamp on him, his tamping quickening and the rock and thrust of his hips too much to control.

‘’You’re going to break me” she yelled, drawing her legs up and grabbing her ankles, his hips crashing against her and she felt him so deep that it began to hurt but it also felt good. He kissed her, silencing her wayward cries with his mouth, and sucked on her tongue as they shared the final moments of a crazy, unimaginable, rut session. She clings to him as waves of her orgasm rush in upon her. Sleep takes them.

****

She woke up with a splitting headache, both from a hangover and a side effect of the aphrodisiac. It took all her willpower from vomiting. It was then she felt a soft but steady hand stroking her hair, memories of the previous night came pouring into her mind. The rising sun didn’t make it any easier for her ravaged head.

“Good morning,” Frederick greeted while nuzzling his face into her thick hair. “Sleep well?”

“I guess. Listen about last night-“ She began.

“Was amazing?” He offered, he was all smiles, beaming with radiance.

“It never happened. I was drunk and so much more.”

His mood became more downcast and he stopped stroking her hair, she winced at the loss of his touch but she knew this was necessary. The last thing she needed was the liability of a lover.

“I understand. Alright let me freshen up and we’ll talk more,” He went into the bathroom and there were sounds of running water.

Using this opportunity, Shawty went towards the window, she considered using it as an exit strategy but the drop was too high, she spied a better vantage point but it would require walking on the roof. A task that she had done several times. She quickly donned her clothes

and opened the window, letting the cool London air to wake her up fully, she climbed on top of the roof and fled.

“Hey listen,” He said as he came out of the bathroom with a toothbrush sticking from his mouth “I was thinking. Can we at least have breakfast? I know a great café-“ He stopped talking as he noticed Shawty was already gone.

She walked on the cold streets of London like a ghost among the living, she noticed couples huddled down in restaurants eating together, she envied them, almost wishing she could be like them but that was wishful thinking. She would never have that freedom no matter how much she desired it.

She flagged down a cab.

“Where to?” The cab driver asked, he looked Hispanic and had a long bushy beard.

“Zerodyne.” She mentioned. Zerodyne was a front company, they advertised themselves as a security firm specializing in training and deploying bodyguards. Their true business was covert assassinations for the highest bidder. They didn’t ask many questions and kept their clients' information confidential.

They drove across the street, her attention was slowly focused on the window, they passed a playground filled with children, she tried to choke back the tears, she knew it was a bad idea but she had to do it.