USB - Unwanted Sexual Behavior Ch. 04

David reached out to rub Taylor's back reassuringly out of view of the camera. Taylor did feel comforted and also felt safe in David's presence. David's hand slipped down to her buttocks as the car shuddered to a stop.

"Sorry. That was an accident," David whispered.

He was standing so close to her that she could feel his breath on her neck. He could smell her perfume and combined with the sight of the curve of her buttocks and her long legs sheathed in sheer hosiery caused him to become aroused.

"An accident you say," Taylor stared directly ahead but she was smiling.

When the elevator restarted its assent she fell back against him, pushing her ass into his groin. Her smile widened when she felt his erection through her skirt.

"That was an accident too," Taylor grinned.

David blushed. He was not used to being in the presence of such an audacious young woman.

Taylor unlocked her apartment and ushered David in ahead of her.

There was something about David Campbell that made Taylor feel safe. He effused confidence and courage and there was also something about him that felt a little dangerous. She offered him a seat at the breakfast bar while she made coffee.

"How's things?" David asked, taking off his jacket.

Taylor noted the Glock 17 clipped to his belt.

"How's things? You ask that like we are two friends meeting for coffee not an FBI agent meeting a CI who he has blackmailed into working for him," Taylor couldn't keep the bitterness out of her voice.

David got up off the stool and walked around the breakfast bar and stood beside Taylor, helping her with the coffee cups.

"I'm trying to help you Taylor. I'm trying to keep you out of jail," David said.

"But I didn't do anything wrong," Taylor replied.

"Look. I know that but that's not how it looks to the US Attorney's office. Your company is being used to launder money and you are making money from the proceeds of organised crime," David took the proffered cup of coffee and sipped.

"But that's just it; I'm not... or I wasn't," Taylor sipped her coffee.

They were standing close and each was aware of the effect that they had on each other although neither of them spoke of it.

"What do you mean by 'I wasn't'?" David asked expectantly.

"I confronted Veronique. I told her that I knew about the money laundering and that I suspected that she was at the root of it and was still working for the Bratva. She confirmed that she's still working for Alexi Kamerov and that David Freeman is also in it up to his neck," Taylor put down her coffee and looked at David defiantly.

"You got that much already? Wow!" David put down his cup and placed a hand on Taylor's upper arm.

"You know how dangerous for you this is going to get now?" David put his other hand on her other arm and squeezed gently.

"Veronique warned me about how dangerous it is but I told her I wanted a share of the proceeds and that placated her somewhat. She's setting up an offshore account for me."

"I've done what you wanted of me David," Taylor searched his eyes.

"Now comes the hard part. I need you to get Veronique to confirm that the money is coming from their human trafficking organisation. I really want to get Alexi tied to that," David looked deeply into Taylor's emerald green eyes.

"I promise I'll keep you safe Taylor; you have my word," David squeezed her upper arms again.

They gazed into each other's eyes. The only noise was the sound of their breathing, the rest of the world faded from their periphery. David leaned in and Taylor opened her lips expectantly. They kissed softly, their lips pressed together, their bodies separated by inches. David stroked Taylor's face gently; he wanted to pull her against him and wrap his arms around her but he restrained himself.

Taylor put her hands on David's hips and let him kiss her. She fully expected that he would embrace her and kiss her more passionately; maybe put his hands on her in places that he shouldn't. And she wanted him to.

She was disappointed when David broke the kiss and took a step back.

"I'm sorry. That was unprofessional," David shook his head and looked down at his feet.

Taylor lifted David's chin and made him look at her.

"It was wonderful David and I liked it. I would have pushed you away if I didn't," Taylor sighed.

"It was wrong. You're a cooperating witness and I'm your handler, there is no room for a personal relationship," David whispered.

"Who says so?" Taylor smiled at him and his heart melted.

"The FBI code of conduct says so," David shook his head again.

"I don't know... maybe when the case is over Taylor, you know if... if... if you want to?" David stammered.

Taylor almost felt sorry for him.

"Maybe I want to... let's see what happens," Taylor handed David his coffee and she took hers and moved to the breakfast bar.

David took his seat across from her and Taylor briefed him in detail.

Later that evening Taylor received a text from Veronique asking her to join her for dinner at Alinea restaurant again and she replied that she'd be delighted.

Taylor did not dress as extravagantly as she had the previous evening but she still looked ravishing in her simple black cocktail dress. Veronique was sitting in a booth dressed in an elegant off the shoulder red ruched dress with matching heels. She was drinking a dry martini and Taylor slid into the booth opposite. Veronique leaned over the table and kissed Taylor on the lips and said good evening.

"You left early today Taylor," Veronique said but it sounded more like a question.

"I'd finished what I needed to do in the office so I worked on some code at home where it's quiet and comfortable," Taylor countered.

"Fair enough; no need to explain your comings and goings to me," Veronique quipped.

A waitress arrived with another martini for Veronique and a gin and tonic for Taylor.

"I pre-ordered your drink, I hope you don't mind," Veronique smiled mischievously.

"Not at all darling, cheers," Taylor raised her glass and Veronique chinked hers to it.

"Ah! My two beautiful ladies together; bring me one of those please," a brute of a man wearing a black Amani suit said to the waitress and slid into the booth beside Taylor, effectively wedging her against the wall.

He had long black hair with a leonine head but was very handsome despite the scar that ran down the left side of his face from forehead to chin said. His accent was distinctly Russian.

"Pleased to meet you Taylor, I'm Alexi Kamerov," the man kissed Taylor on the cheek as though they were old acquaintances.

Taylor felt a chill run through her despite the heating in the restaurant.

"I forgot to mention that we were having company for dinner," Veronique shrugged her shoulders as if it was nothing.

"You are as captivating as Veronique described you; not a classic beauty but fascinating and alluring in your own special way, like a rose amongst daisies," Alexi brazenly studied Taylor like she was a chattel he was contemplating purchasing.

Taylor finally gained her composure.

"I'm please to meet you too Alexi, Veronique has told me so much about you," Taylor countered.

"Yes. Perhaps a little too much I think," Alexi's demeanour changed and he sounded surly.

Veronique blushed and looked away.

"But she also tells me that you found out about the little program I had embedded in PostPay. You are a very good programmer, of that there is no doubt. Smart, intelligent, inquisitive... what do you westerners say about the cat and curiosity? Never mind. We Russians have our own proverbs. May favourite is 'if you're scared of wolves don't go in the woods'," Alexi's drink arrived and he grinned wickedly and raised his glass.

"Nastrovje!" Alexi cried and raised his glass.

Veronique and Taylor raised their glasses and repeated the toast.

Taylor's mind was racing. She had stood up to Veronique this morning despite her fear and she figured that if she showed Alexi any fear it would not bode well.

"You are right about the cat but the full proverb is 'curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction bought it back' and I'm very satisfied Alexi. I'm very satisfied indeed with the arrangement I made with Veronique this morning."

"Nastrovje!" Taylor raised her glass and downed the contents.

"Nastrovje!" Alexi roared and downed his own drink and Veronique followed suit.

"Ha! I like a woman who has fire in her belly. Bring vodka! Bring us a bottle of Stolichnaya!" Alexi slammed the table and a startled waitress hurried away to meet Alexi's demands.

"I like you Taylor, even though you have a silly name," Alexi chuckled.

He squeezed her thigh under the table but Taylor was too scared to move his hand; instead she patted it and smiled at him.

"I like you too Alexi, you are a handsome man and you have a good sense of humour," Taylor grinned.

Veronique smiled too, glad that the tension had been diffused.

"When I told Alexi about our agreement he insisted on meeting you, I'm glad we are all getting along," Veronique said.

The vodka arrived along with three ice-cold glasses and Alexi filled them while Veronique and Taylor studied the menu. They were going to have to eat something if they were going to keep drinking at this pace.

They ate well and Alexi put the vodka aside and ordered a good bottle of wine to go with their dinner. Alexi kept the women amused with stories about when he worked for the Russian Police and admitted that he was dismissed when the department was downsized and those with links to organised crime lost their jobs. He freely admitted to being involved in smuggling but was not specific as to what exactly he was smuggling, he certainly did not admit to people smuggling or prostitution despite Taylor's attempts to guide the conversation that way.

"So Veronique, is the invitation to continue the party at your place still open?" Alexi asked after he had taken care of the tab and left a very generous tip.

"Of course Alexi; anything you want," Veronique replied but her response sounded cagey.

Numbed by alcohol and beguiled by Alexi's friendly demeanour, Taylor did not detect the hesitancy in Veronique's voice.

They came out of Alinea to find a town car idling at the curb. Alexi opened the rear passenger door and indicated for Taylor get in and she thanked him for being so courteous but as she climbed into car she saw that there was a large muscular bald-headed man sitting in the back seat and her intuition, even clouded by the fog of alcohol, warned her not to get in the car.

It was too late.

The muscular man in the back seat seized her arm and pulled her into the car assisted by Alexi who pushed her from behind. Alexi and Veronique shouted at each other in Russian and then Alexi climbed into the car and it sped off. Taylor was squeezed between the bald man and Alexi, effectively squashed between them.

"What the fuck Alexi?" Taylor tried to struggle free and sit in the seat opposite but the men restrained her.

"Shut the fuck up you American bitch," the bald man elbowed Taylor in the midriff, effectively winding her.

As she fought to breathe the two men conversed in Russian, ignoring her discomfort.

"You privileged American princess. We fund your startup and make you a rich woman and still you want more. All you had to do was shut the fuck up when you found out about us washing our money through your shitty little company but you couldn't help but be greedy," Alexi shook Taylor by the shoulder.

"Where are you taking me?" Taylor pleaded when she was able to breathe.

"Don't ask questions. The days of you asking questions are long over; now you just do as you are told," Alexi growled.

"Are you going to kill me?" Taylor whispered.

"Kill you? Why would I do that? Katcha Kovalenko told you what happened to her and how I make my money. We don't just bring in girls from the east; we ship them the other way too. Pretty young blonde American girls like you bring in good money from the Arabs," Alexi gave her a wicked smile.

There was no doubt that Taylor was terrified but she was also acutely aware that Alexi had admitted to her that he was involved in people trafficking and prostitution. Provided that David lived up to his promise to keep watch over her she should soon be rescued; she just had to keep her cool.

The limo made a sudden turn into an underground parking garage so fast that she was thrown against the bald man. The car accelerated down several levels and came to a screeching halt next to a white Ford Transit. The door to the van slid open and at the same time the bald man opened the door to the limo and dragged Taylor out of the town car and pushed her roughly into the rear of the Transit. She was handled so roughly that her dress was torn and she lost a high heel and dropped her purse.

"Get in there you fucking American whore!" baldy gnarled as he pushed Taylor further inside the transit.

Baldy and Alexi jumped into the van behind her and the van took off, bumping and swerving its way through the galleries, careering out of an exit and accelerating down the street. The driver of the limo picked up Taylor's purse and tossed it into the town car and drove away, leaving by a different exit.

The limo left the parking garage and drove two blocks before it was effectively boxed in by two unmarked police cars that skidded to a halt, one in front and one behind. David Campbell, wearing body armour, tapped his Glock against the driver's window whilst two agents also wearing body armour and carrying MP5 submachine guns covered the doors on the other side.

The driver lowered the heavily tinted window and smiled at David.

"Da?" the driver smiled insolently at David.

"Get out!" David grunted as the other two agents opened the near-side doors of the vehicle.

The driver got out and put his hands on his head and leaned against the limo facing away from David. He knew the drill.

"It's empty!" one of the other agents yelled.

David kept his gun on the driver and leaned into the limo. It was indeed empty.

"Where is the girl?" David thrust his pistol into the driver's flank.

"Russkiy bez angliyskogo," the Russian turned his head and grinned at David.

"I know you speak English you Russian fuck!" David spun the man around and drove his gun into his midriff.

"Nyet... only one word... lawyer," the Russian's grin widened.

David began to batter the butt of his weapon against the driver's head but the Russian covered his face with his hands long enough for the other two agents to haul David off him.

"Lawyer," the Russian smirked through bloody teeth.

"Fuck!" David hissed.

He looked back inside the car and snatched up Taylor's Jimmy Choo silver clutch. He opened it and his heart fell when he saw her Galaxy S20 tucked inside it.

David had lost Taylor Averille.

He raced back to one of the FBI cars and put out a BOLO for Taylor Averille but without knowing the type of vehicle she was being transported in it was a useless gesture and he knew it.

"Where are you taking me?" Taylor asked.

The back of the Transit van had a single bench seat set against the rear cabin and baldy and Alexi sat on the bench facing Taylor who was huddled on a mattress bestrewn with rumpled dirty bedding.

"I told you that you don't get to ask any more questions. Sergei, you want to try her," Alexi turned to the bald man.

"Are you sure you don't want to go first Alexi?" Sergei asked.

"I'll wait until I can put her on a proper bed; I want to take my time with her so please be my guest and sample our new wares," Alexi spoke to Sergei but he glared at Taylor.

He wanted her to know what was coming.

Taylor suspected this would happen. Veronique had told her about how she was treated while she being transported from Uzhhorod to Munich and she expected to fare no better. She set her resolve. She hoped that David and his FBI counterparts were following the van and she prayed that they pulled it over soon. Her fear was that they were just tailing the van and keeping it under surveillance and would wait until it got to its destination before they pounced.

"I know what you want and I won't fight you so you don't have to beat me," Taylor sat up and glared at the men.

"We won't beat you; you are far too valuable a chattel to be damaged but we have ways of controlling you that are far from pleasant that won't leave any marks on you," Alexi stated matter-of-factly.

"Take off your dress... or don't and I'll rip it off you," Sergei grunted as he started to undress himself.

Taylor kicked off her one remaining high heel and pulled her dress over her head. She was left dressed in her Jonathan Aston 12 denier seamed holdup stockings, a pair of black seamless microfiber hipster panties and matching bra.

Sergei was naked, his huge body was a slab of muscle and sinew adorned with so many tattoos that barely any of his pale flesh was visible. He was barrel-chested and hairless all over, including his groin from which protruded a large erection. He came over and sat beside Taylor.

"I'm goin to use my mouth on you and have you use your mouth on me. If you bite I'm going to hurt you. I warn you that I can inflict excruciating pain on you without leaving any marks. Do you understand?" Sergei said.

Taylor nodded. She recalled how Veronique had told her that she been compliant, almost willing, when she was taken into the clearing near Trnava and Taylor summoned up all that remained of her courage. All she had to do was survive long enough to be rescued. In a few days she would use the magic USB and transform back to her male self and she hoped that she would be able to put all this behind her.

Sergei scooted close to Taylor and put his arms around her and lowered his face to hers. She didn't fight when he kissed her. She was surprised that his breath was fresh and he smelled of cologne and deodorant, his muscled torso pressing against her felt quite exhilarating. In other circumstances she might have welcomed his advances.

He slipped his tongue into her yielding mouth and she tentatively used the tip of her tongue on his and put her arms on his massive shoulders.

"Good," Sergei grunted.

He ripped off her bra and used his paws on her breasts, tweaking her nipples which became engorged to his touch. His tortuous treatment of her breasts actually felt exciting and when he lowered his head to them and used his lips and teeth on them she shuddered. She was surprised that being treated so harshly could excite her but so far all of the lovemaking she had experienced had been tender. This was first time that she had been treated so crudely.

If fact Taylor had to admit that she was a little disappointed when Sergei stopped molesting her breasts with his lips and teeth and moved his mouth back to hers. Her nipples were throbbing, radiating a burning but pleasurable sensation and to her surprise and disgust she felt herself becoming wet between the legs.

Taylor willingly accepted his kisses and reciprocated, rubbing her tender breasts on his hard chest to keep them stimulated. Sergei eased her away a little so that he could use his hands on them again, squeezing the soft creamy globes and tweaking her tender nipples causing Taylor to gasp.

She kissed him harder and when he guided her hand to his groin she voluntarily cupped his scrotum, gently stroking and squeezing the wrinkled sac. Then she took his turgid penis in her hand and began to stroke it.

"She likes it Sergei... or she knows what's good for her," Alexi chuckled.

Alexi was intently watching Sergei molest Taylor and was a little surprised by her response and also a little jealous that he had let Sergei go first. But you never knew how the girls they trafficked were going to react once they realised their predicament. Some made the most of it. Some fought wildly. Some just lay there unresponsive. Not that it mattered; he had customers for all types of girls. Those that were useless to him he disposed of.