Liar

She finally became aware of the fact that someone was watching her. But I wasn't just watching. I was lusting after her. I wanted those memories. I wanted to feel her in my arms again. She turned to look at me leaning against the doorframe watching her. Expressionless she got up and walked toward me.

I so wanted to reach out and grip her in my arms; to feel her warm loving body against mine. But instead of the sweet reunion I was daydreaming about, it was far less pleasurable. Without speaking she reached up and slapped me; cold across the cheek.

"I don't care if they fire me for slapping a superior. Fire me if you want, you son of a bitch." She spoke methodically without expression. I didn't know which was more painful, the slap or the words she used.

"Billie, you got it all wrong." I tried.

She held her hand out in front of me with the universal sign for 'stop right there', "Don't even try. I don't want to hear it." She turned away and walked back toward her desk.

"Come on baby, you know that it's what I do." I begged, following her into the room. "I didn't have any control over this. They shipped me off to San Antonio for the last year and a half." I pleaded my case.

"Spare me!" She stated abruptly. The facade of her calm, metered speech was gone momentarily. Now she was speaking as a woman rejected and not an agent. Her voice even cracked with a hint of a possible tear. The kink in her armor was there. I knew had to exploit it quickly or she'd forever be gone.

"Rosebud. You know they watch my every action during an op. I couldn't just send you an email from my cell. They'd know in a heartbeat that I was trying to contact you." I knew my begging was getting me nowhere right now. But she was going to break. It's what I do.

She stood resolute at her desk with her arms pulled in around her own waist, trying to maintain composure. I quickly closed the distance between us, knowing the first brick in her wall of separation showed a sign of cracking. I drew myself up behind her and wrapped my arms around her from behind, enveloping her for a moment. My face moved in alongside her ear and I kissed her earlobe gently, letting my tongue flick softly at her earring.

Billie shoved me back and shook me off like she was ridding herself of a winter coat. An ugly old wool one at that. It was clear that I haven't won this battle. But I knew it would take time.

"We've got work to do so if this is going to be a problem, say it now. I'm sure they can find a handler that would enjoy handling you." Her soft, broken voice was gone and just like that she was back to all business.

"Gee, as I recall, you enjoyed handling me." I tried humor this time. Maybe I could break her with a lighter approach.

"Damn it Max. You don't know how to take anything seriously, do you?" She snarled.

"Okay. No. We can make this work." I took a step back and moved toward one of the other desks in the room.

"Ahem." The sound of a throat clearing at the door broke us both from the conversation we were having and back to work. "Is this a bad time?"

"What is it Ross?" Billie shot in full out agent voice.

"I have the keys to the vehicle you requested." Ross replied as he offered Billie a keychain.

"Thanks. Ross, this is Max. Max Wright." Billie introduced coldly as she took the keys.

"Agent Wright. I'm looking forward to working with you."

"Ross. First name or last?" I asked as I took his outstretched hand. He had a fairly firm grip, but he was just a kid so I'll give him room for potential maturity.

"Last name, sir." Ross shot back crisply. "Adrian Ross."

"Ross is our research and data analyst for this one." Billie instructed.

I looked him over for a moment. I guess I'm starting to realize my age when the analysts look more like my kids than my peers. He looked back at me. I could almost hear his brain say to himself, 'god, he's as old as my dad.'

"When you two are done sizing each other up, we've got work to do. Ross, you know the drill. We'll send data to you on the fly. Right now we've got an appointment." Billie stated.

"Where we going?" I asked, hoping that she'd take me with her.

"We're going to meet the informant that started this op."



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MEETING THE MARK

We pulled off the highway to the stop sign and turned into the State Park. Driving the three miles in to the picnic areas, the sun flickered from time to time through the heavy tree laden woods. Light shown through in rich shades of green from the moss covered rocks to the fresh growth on the trees. There was just a hint of possible rain which may have been the cause for fewer people in the park.

"Why here?" I asked as I drove through the winding road, scanning the parking lots and stopping points for any evidence of our contact.

"She's worried that she'll be seen. She's still a bit skittish about talking with the feds." Billie replied, barely looking up from her pile of files. "Here. This is who we're looking for." She handed me a grainy 8x10 that was obviously taken by a surveillance camera.

"So what's her story?"

"She escaped from one of the sex trafficking operations run by Quinn. She was forced to work at a massage parlor in Bridgeville, PA. We shut that operation down last year. In the process she was able to escape Quinn. Now she's living with some extended family members in Morgantown." Billie was back to her usual self. Cool, crisp, and professional. Never letting anyone get too close.

She glanced up and pointed. "Take that branch road over there. We'll loop around the picnic park. That's where she told me she'd be."

I took the right hand turn onto a narrow, windy road that led through thicker woods. Every few hundred feet there were pull in points with picnic tables, grill boxes, and trash cans provided by the park service. The place was vacant today. Just remnants of previous parties; a bunch of balloons taped to a tree, indicating where the party had been.

The road went through a denser group of trees and turned a corner before we noticed a car parked in a pull off spot. I backed into a similar spot on the other side of the street. In the deep woods it felt much later in the day than it was. Four o'clock sun in these woods felt more like eight.

I flashed my lights three times. A young woman got out of the car. Billie got out of the jeep and greeted her. The women moved slowly while talking; eventually sitting at the picnic table that was located just behind the Jeep. I couldn't see much through the rear view mirror, but I could tell our informant was afraid. She kept glancing around to see if anyone was watching. But the place was desolate.

Billie jotted down some notes before the two got up. A few moments later our informant tugged her windbreaker around her and scurried off toward her car. I watched the car drive off as the rear passenger door of the Jeep opened. Billie got in and tugged a briefcase out of the rear storage area. She sat in the back seat with the door open and began digging through files.

"What's up?" I asked, glancing at her through the rear view mirror.

"This is all coming into focus now. Quinn is tied to a shipping group out of Baltimore. It's sounding like they're moving women via Baltimore into DC, Philly, Pittsburgh, and Cleveland and Columbus. They work the girls for a few weeks in each city and then move them west, rotating their people every few weeks to keep fresh faces at massage parlors and upscale strip clubs. Some of the girls are held as private sex toys for Quinn's executives."

She started tossing files around, searching through things and making notes. I stepped out of the Jeep and joined her in the back seat, reading her notes as she added info to various files. After a half hour of updating notations with the new information and talking about the possible ramifications of this new info, we started packing things back into the brief case.

Billie closed her eyes and held her forehead. She clinched her eyes for a few moments, rubbing them with her fingers.

"You still have the neck problems?" I inquired.

"What do you care?" The curt reply. "It's not like you'll call to check on me or anything."

"God Billie, can't you let it go. I thought about you all the time I was on assignment." I pleaded again. This time, I wasn't trying to play her. Hell, that approach wasn't working anyway. Since nothing else was working, maybe honesty was worth a try.

"Okay, yeah, I get it. Doesn't mean I'm happy about it. But you could have found a way." She spoke softly, solemnly.

"I know I should have. I'm such a screw up sometimes." Maybe it was the first genuine thing I had said to her today. I glanced away, out the open door on my side of the rear seat. "You know what a louse I can be. I always have good intentions but rarely pull off good results."

That's when I felt it. Her hand softly caressed the back of my head. There was an instant wave of calm that shot through me. She always had that effect on me. No matter how stressed I'd get she had a way of relaxing me. She just has that way about her.

I'd be uptight and stressed in a slow line getting coffee at a Starbucks when she'd look me straight in the eye and calm me. Not so much with her words, but with her presence. I'd get tongue tied and stressed about some issue we'd be talking about and she'd softly put her hand on my arm. That's all it took. The warmth of her melts any stress I can muster.

"You still got it rosebud." I whispered.

"You can be such a shithead at times." Her hand that was gently caressing my head gave me a playful shove. And in that moment, I knew we'd be okay.

I looked over at her. She was staring at me. She did that a lot. Sometimes it freaked me out a bit. But she'd just stare at me. Almost as if she was examining me; studying my weaknesses to be documented, categorized, and put in a database for later retrieval when she needed it. She knew me better than I knew myself at times. It was scary how quickly she could read my mood, my mind, and my desires.

Suddenly she leaned forward and kissed me. Her full, fleshy lips pressed against mine and I couldn't resist her. I took her mouth, instantly realizing the passion was still there. Her tongue dug deeply into my mouth. I gripped the back of her head and held her to me, not wanting to let go of the moment. Her short, razor cut hair style she wore felt soft against my hand.

She paused sitting back and smiling; satisfied at her own forwardness. I couldn't help myself. I slid my hand across her cheek and let my thumb caress her skin. The warmth of her head and neck in my hand was intoxicating. I was hungry for her. I had been alone for so long.

I wanted her. It wasn't the lust and passion of a quick fuck. Hell, I could find a 'no strings attached' quickie if I wanted that. But that's not what I wanted at all. No I wanted HER. I wanted all of her. Her friendship, her passion, her confidence, her subtle softness, her caring, and hell yes, her body. I wanted it all; the whole package. I wanted that feeling back. The feeling of wanting her and knowing she wanted me back.

Within moments we were passionately probing each other, making up for the lost time that had slipped though our fingers over the long separation of my last assignment.

Coming up for air, I glanced around to see if anyone was in the area. Still desolate. Thank god. So I dove back in. I threw my arms around her and held her tightly. "God what you do to me!" I exclaimed to her in somber confession.

I knew she felt the same way, the moment I felt her hand grip between my legs. My cock had filled and was forcing its way out one side of my boxers. She fumbled at my pants for a moment, obviously having a problem getting them undone. I helped her without breaking the kiss that barely had paused once since the moment she leaned forward to me.

She impatiently shoved her hand down my pants. Suddenly the warmth of her hand gripped my cock with such gentle attention that my eyes rolled to the back of my head. My pants were being pulled down my hips. I don't know if it was her, or me, or both of us that were ripping my pants down my thighs.

I sat back to raise my hips and tug my pants down further when the sudden rush of warmth engulfed my cock. Her mouth slid down around me with passion that could melt steel.

I ran my fingers through her hair as she took me in and began sucking. The movement of her head in my hand was sultry enough but the sensation of her wet lips on my manhood nearly gave me a heart attack. I massaged at her shoulders and then down her back. Feeling her soft skin in my fingers was a pleasing sensation.

Like two teenagers after the prom, I started groping her ass in my hand. My fingers explored her and probed beneath her, searching for the gentle valley created by her ass cheeks. She was warm in all the right places. And hot in the most right place.

"I have to taste you!" I demanded. She raised up with momentary shock. I rarely am that blatant about my wants sexually. But it was out of my mouth before I could stop myself. My desire for her had been building and was about to explode.

She gave me a wry grin, that expression told me she wanted my mouth on her. Sliding down into the rear passenger seat she tugged at her skirt, raising it above her hips and exposing herself to me. The leopard print panties seemed completely out of context with her 'business only' suit and exterior. But I loved it. Her eyes caught mine as I looked up at her from seeing her unique choice in undergarments. I still hold that sight in my memory for cold nights; it warms me so well.

I pulled at her waistband and yanked them to her ankles. Kneeling in the driver's side, rear foot well, I didn't waste any time. The demand for a taste of her was quickly fulfilled. She was wet and warm and wonderful. The taste of her on my mouth sent my heart rate soaring. From the sounds of her guttural response, she wanted it too.

With long, licking strokes I ate her. Tasting her, probing her, teasing her and occasionally penetrating her with my tongue she squirmed beneath me. She raised her legs, letting her hips rock upward to accept my mouth. The whole time she continued staring at me, running her fingers through my hair. It was her way. So I looked into her eyes as I drew her labia into my mouth and gently suckled on her.

I knew she loved that. But she loved something else more. I started sucking her labia into my mouth as completely as possible. Her mouth opened; part groan part smile. She loved it a bit rough. Not so rough as to be painful, but she loved that I would suck firmly on her labia.

I glanced up to see her gaze. Her mouth was a bit agape in pleasure. The wanton expression on her face told me that it was what she wanted too. I crawled up her body to kiss her. For a moment I wondered if she could taste herself on my tongue. I could feel her thighs pressing against my hips as I pressed into her; on top of her. I couldn't resist any longer.

Selfishly I pressed my cock against her wetness. I could feel her mouth widened a bit more as I penetrated her. So I kissed her even more deeply. The sensation of plunging into her left me speechless. Her hands gripped my hips and drew me into her as our tongues danced against each other.

I couldn't bear to move in and out of her because I knew that if I did I'd release too soon. I wanted the moment and the feeling to last forever. 'God, don't let this stop.' I muttered to myself.

Billie's hips began to rock in motion with me. A wry grin crossed her face as she twisted beneath me to get a better angle. But I knew her. I knew what she wanted. She was twisting because this angle wasn't satisfying to her. She needed to be in control.

"You want on top of me?" I whispered in her ear.

She didn't reply audibly. She just shook her head. I slid myself out of her with mild disappointment. My wet cock felt cool in the air without her surrounding me. Yet I knew that what was coming would be just as wonderful.

I sat in the center of the back seat and Billie climbed quickly on top of me. Her knees spread her body as they knelt on the seat to either side of me. She reached behind her and guided my cock to her luscious center. Then she dropped down onto me in one full stroke. She sucked in a gasp of air as she took me into her body. Her full breasts still protected by layers of FBI approved clothing began to bounce in my face as she rode me.

She raised up and down onto her knees, dropping firmly on me with each stroke. Her hands gripped the rear seat headrests on either side of me like handlebars giving leverage. Within moments she leaned forward to kiss me while firmly rocking her hips on my lap.

Like a wild itch that had to be scratched she rode me, grinding her hips into mine until she came. I held her ass in my hands, enjoying the fluid movements of her hips. When she came her whole body collapsed onto me. Her body temperature shifted and her skin quickly became clammy with sweat.

Knowing she had been satisfied, I couldn't hold back any longer. I pushed upward and she fell to the passenger side again. The moment her back hit the seat I started and I didn't stop until I had what I wanted.

She gripped my face and braced herself as I took her. It had been so long. I wanted her so completely that I couldn't stop. Then it struck; that wonderful moment when a guy knows he's about to climax approached like a welcomed friend. I let my face fall to hers and began kissing her., knowing I wanted her kiss to share my climax. My body clinched and became rigid as my cock leapt inside her, releasing months of pent up sexual frustration into her body.

I fell into her arms as she gently caressed the back of my head that drifted to her shoulder.

It was only then that we realized that the windows of the Jeep were steamed up beyond recognition. The rear seat next to us was covered in sweat. We were both drenched. The haze of our sweat mixed with the smell of our sex hung heavy in the air.

In quietness we took our places again. Gasping for air I opened the door on my side of the rear seat to let the steam out; or let fresh air in. Either way, it was greatly needed.

I glanced over at her and there she was; staring at me again. We held each other's sight before we both broke into laugher.

"God, did we really just do that?" Billie asked while gasping for air.

"Musta been us. We're quite a pair." I whispered as I tugged my pants back on. Redressed, I reached over to kiss her. Our faces still shimmering from the dampness of the air, I could taste the salty sweat of her lips. There was an awkward feeling to the moment, but a complete sense of satisfaction with each other.

Billie opened her door too and the rush of air that passed through the back seat was refreshing. The cool air against my sweat soaked shirt clung to my back causing a sudden chill. But then again the chill may have been the refreshing thought that I had once again experienced the touch of Billie's love.

Stepping out of the Jeep I straightened my clothes. I raised the tail gate and searched for a moment through the piles of left over items of operations past. Grabbing a rag that was shoved in next to the spare tire, I returned and wiped down the back seat. Billie stepped out on her side and moved to the rear of the Jeep to finish straightening her skirt.

I returned to the back of the Jeep and opened the hatch next to the spare tire to throw the rag back. Billie crept up behind me and put her arm around my waist. She held me from behind for a moment. I softly put my hand over her clenched hands in front of me. "Are you sorry that happened?" She asked.

I paused for a moment. Not that I didn't already know my answer, but because I was enjoying her embrace too much. "Are you kidding? You know I'm no good on my own." I said quietly after a moment.