1 comments/ 36190 views/ 1 favorites If They Let Me Write 24 By: mysterwriter IThe following takes place between 10:00 AM and 12:00 AM on a day of no particular importance. 10:00 AM The phone in the Bauer household rang. Kim Bauer picked it up on the third ring, expecting to hear the voice of Miguel, her boyfriend. She was more than slightly taken aback when her father, Jack, (who rarely called at this hour) greeted her with “Hi honey.” “What’s wrong,” Kim asked immediately. “Nothing’s wrong. I need for you to do me a favor. Go into my office and see if my laptop is there.” “Hold on,” Kim said as she scurried into the room adjoining the master bedroom in the modest Bauer home. “Yes, it’s here, Dad.” “Good. Please turn it on.” “Okay.” “Now I’ll need for you to logon and e-mail me a document.” “Is that okay?” Kim asked disbelievingly. Most of her father’s work was ultra-classified. Her father seldom ever even discussed what he was working on, let alone have Kim review it. “It is for now. I’ll have to change all my passwords when I get home. In the meantime, make sure you only look at what I tell you to look at.” “Okay. It’s on.” “Press the down arrow key, that’ll bring up my username.” Kim found the keypad on the laptop and pressed the down arrow key. A long number popped up in the required field. “Now tab over to the password and type in kimberly5.” In spite of herself, Kim smiled. “Okay, I’m in.” “Open my e-mail. The password is teriforever.” How sweet, Kim thought. “You have 27 new messages, Dad.” “Ignore them. Create a message to Tony.” “What’s his address?” “Just type his name and hit return. He’s saved in my address book.” Sure enough, talmeida@ctu.fbi.gov popped up. “Now create an attachment. It’s an icon with a paper clip.” “I know how to attach a document in e-mail, Dad,” Kim sighed. “Sorry honey. Go into the hard drive and look in my travel folder.” “Got it.” “Subfolder expense account.” “Okay.” “There should be an expense account report dated last week.” “Is that what you want?” “Yes, please.” “Anything else?” Kim asked. “No, honey, just e-mail that file to Tony and we’ll be able to eat dinner for another two weeks.” “That’s always a good thing,” Kim answered her father’s rare display of humor. “It’s on its way.” “Thank you, Kim.” “What time will you be home?” “Very late, I’m sure. We’ve got a break on the person who killed your mother.” “You mean Nina Myers?” Now it was Jack’s turn for a surprise. He’d kept Nina’s betrayal secret from his daughter. “Who told you that?” “It doesn’t matter, Dad. It was someone who knew how much I needed to know who killed Mom.” “We’ll deal with this later. Anyway, we have a link to whatever group was behind her and I’m not leaving until I have him wrapped up in a nice, neat little package.” “I won’t wait up.” “Thanks a million, sweetheart. I love you.” “Me too, Daddy.” Click. Kim was about to power off the laptop when she noticed one of the messages in her father’s inbox was from Tony Almeida. She would have ignored it completely save for the subject: Nina Myers. She’d long suspected Nina was behind the brutal slaying of her mother but she hadn’t been able to confirm it until just now. She knew it was wrong; she knew it might be a breach of national security but she couldn’t help herself. She opened the message. FROM: “Tony Almeida” 2-Mar-03, 0929 PDT TO:“Jack Bauer” SUBJECT: Nina Myers Jack, The banker who funneled the money into Nina’s account is Charles Robert “Chas” Ostermeyer of Ostermeyer Consulting in Beverly Hills. He’s clean as a whistle. Not even a parking violation on this guy. The only thing we know is that four of the last five girls he’s dated have been pretty, young and voluptuous blondes. I’ve got a call in to District for an agent who’ll fit the bill (since none of our girls do). Tony Kim read and re-read the message at least ten times. She memorized it and then shut the laptop off immediately. A pretty, young, voluptuous blonde is what they needed to get to this guy. And they didn’t have anyone immediately available. She could do it, she knew it. She could invent an excuse to meet this guy, have him fall all over himself trying to impress her, let him pick her up, let him take her home, excuse herself to go to the bathroom, check out the house… No, what is she, crazy? 11:00 AM But the plan kept forming in her head. Excuse myself to go the bathroom. Bypass the bathroom and head straight to his private study. He won’t notice for five minutes, easily. He’ll be too busy smelling my perfume on his shirt and remembering how my ass moved in whatever tight thing I’ll wear or how he never saw a panty line. Even if he caught me snooping in his private stuff, I could lie my way out of it easy. “Oh, I’m sorry. I guess I went left when I should have gone right.” Giggle. Prop myself up against the table, thrust my breasts out at him, and smile innocently. Get his attention back on the curves. Men are so easy. Remember, this guy killed Mom. Maybe he didn’t pull the trigger, but the person he paid did. And whoever paid Mr. C. R. “Chas” Ostermeyer is who’s ultimately responsible. This isn’t about revenge. This is about justice. How many more mothers will he have killed? Kim turned on her computer and looked up C. R. Ostermeyer. No residential listings. Well, no, he’s not that stupid. But Ostermeyer Consulting was listed. She picked up the phone. And then thought for a minute and put it back down. What’s she going to do, call his office and ask for his unlisted home address? Her mind was working quickly. If she’s calling his office, it needs to be business related. How about a delivery? She picked up the phone and called Miguel. No answer. She called his work number. “This is Miguel.” “Baby, it’s me.” “Can’t talk now.” “It’s important.” “So’s this session.” “You’re not sleeping with the musicians from the session.” “But they’re paying for the present I’m going to buy you.” “I can give you something money can’t buy.” Silence. “Make it quick.” “I need you to call Ostermeyer Consulting in Beverly Hills. Pretend you’re a UPS delivery guy trying to deliver a package to Charles Ostermeyer…” “Wait, I need to get a pen.” Kim sighed. “’Oscar Meyer,’ you said?” “Ostermeyer with a T. 555-2112. Tell the secretary that you’re trying to deliver a package to Mr. Charles Ostermeyer and the address is wrong.” “How would they know that?” “Tell them the guy who answered the door said so.” “UPS doesn’t require a signature. FEDEX does.” “Like she’s going to know that, Miguel? Whatever. Say you’re FEDEX. Just get his home address.” “You know they won’t give out his home phone number.” “I don’t need his number. I need to know where he lives.” “Why?” “Because it’s important. Just do it, okay, baby? And call me back right away.” “What’s my reward?” “There won’t be any reward if you don’t get the info, okay? The sooner you come through, the sooner I’ll come through.” Kim smiled. “Figuratively and literally.” “Okay.” Miguel was smiling, too. “Call me back.” Click. Not five minutes later, the phone rang. “Did you get it?” she asked immediately in lieu of a greeting. “Do you have a pen?” asked Miguel rather smugly. “Ready and waiting.” “What’s my reward going to be?” It’s just amazing what a little incentive does for a person’s performance, noted Kim. “What’s the address?” “This was not an easy address to get. She asked me a ton of questions. She ran it by her supervisor.” Kim arched an eyebrow. “Oh, really? I find that hard to believe since her supervisor would know perfectly well there was no delivery scheduled for his house for today. Plus, you’re calling me back less than five minutes later. I couldn’t have been that hard.” The only thing hard is me, thought Miguel. “Well, it was too hard for you to do,” he retorted. “I’m not saying you didn’t do me a big favor. Give me the address. Please. If it turns out to be genuine, I’ll give you the best reward you’ve ever had.” “Maybe a threesome with another girl?” My God, thought Kim. The male obsession with a ménage-a-trois. When will he grow out of this? “Not a chance, Don Juan.” “Anal?” Kim shuddered. Why does it have to be something gross or painful? “Don’t be disgusting.” “Will you swallow?” Kim rolled her eyes but tried not to sound like it. “Yes, baby, I’ll swallow every last drop.” Which was exactly what Miguel had been anticipating, anyway. “120 Rocky Point Road, Palos Verdes Estates. Take PCH to Palos Verdes Boulevard to Vista Del Mar. Rocky Point Road is on your right. It’s on a bluff overlooking the ocean.” My God, he even got directions. The boy was good. “You’re the best, baby. Can’t wait to pay you back tomorrow night.” “What about tonight?” “You just told me where I’m going to be tonight. Got to go, baby. Love you. Getting wet just thinking about you” And she hung up. Poor Miguel. He’d be fighting his erection all through the session. Hopefully, there wouldn’t be any girls there. 7:00 PM Her college classes finished, Kim was now ready to spring her plan into action. True enough, her father wasn’t home. She showered and rinsed herself with a body spray. She used scented shampoo and conditioner. She shaved. She put on a lacy pink bra and a lavender thong. She selected a silk pink blouse with a low neckline and a tight black leather miniskirt. She put on black fishnet stockings and two inch black leather high heels. After appraising herself in the mirror, she added a gold necklace and bracelets to complete the ensemble. Perfect. Her breasts, both round and firm, were clearly visible in the blouse and the pumps lifted and firmed her butt. She sprayed her hair and doused her whole upper body in perfume. She wanted the sight and smell to attack. The less time Charles Ostermeyer had to think, the better. The drive to Rocky Point Road took an agonizing thirty minutes. Her nerves became slightly unsettled as she exited Pacific Coast Highway and turned onto Palos Verdes Boulevard. Was she really going to be able to do this? What if she got caught? What if she got killed? Just like her mother had been killed. Kim found that remembering her mother, especially how she looked lying in state at the service, steeled her resolve and settled her nervousness. She was the only one who could do this and it needed to be done now. Rocky Point Road was a narrow, short ovular road with a magnificent ocean view behind it. Not a single house on it retailed for less than $5 million. Kim cruised around a little bit, looking for the one piece of the puzzle she needed to sell her little fabricated story. After passing Rocky Point Road, she turned left onto Yarmouth and began cruising the side streets, looking for a party. She struck out on Chelsea Road, but hit jackpot on Thorley. She found a parking spot at the end of Thorley, facing the high school. Leaving her purse in the car, she began the four block walk to 120 Rocky Point Road. The lights were on. Good. She hoped he didn’t have any big plans for the evening. The house next to his was completely dark. She noticed the motion detector on the garage door of the neighbor’s and triggered it without hesitation. No backing out now. The floodlights illuminated the pathway between Ostermeyer’s house and his neighbor. A four foot high wooden fence separated the two lavish properties. Kim removed her troublesome high heels and found a gas barbeque grill that was about two feet high. She wheeled it over next to the fence, and scaled it. As she climbed onto the fence, the floodlights extinguished and Kim was in total darkness. She had been concentrating so much on getting onto the property that she failed to take the landscape into account. As she dropped the four feet onto Ostermeyer’s backyard, her stocking feet hit slick ice plant on a slope and she immediately slid down the hill, crashing into a lawn chair and toppling the fragile eating table next to it. As the glass covering shattered, it created a racket loud enough to awaken every dog within two blocks. Ostermeyer had motion detectors front and back and now the back yard was fully illuminated with a dirty and bruised Kim Bauer on center stage. The screen door opened immediately and a man Kim could only presume was Ostermeyer thundered outside. “Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing in my back yard?” bellowed the silhouetted figure. “Please, sir, I’m sorry,” stammered Kim. “I didn’t mean to…” “Didn’t mean to what? Didn’t mean to sneak into my back yard? Didn’t mean to wreck my table?” “No, I didn’t. Ow, my leg hurts.” It was no act. Kim had a nasty cut on her left shin. “Who are you and what are you doing here?” he repeated. “My name is Kim. Kim Stone,” she said, quickly spying the rock behind the swimming pool. “I was at a party a few blocks down with my boyfriend and we had a fight. I was trying to get away from him, just find a place to hide until he took off.” “That doesn’t explain why you’re here.” “I was going to hide next door. I could see your lights were on; I didn’t want to be visible. But the next door neighbors’ floodlights went on and I didn’t want to be seen. So I thought I’d hide in your yard. When I dropped down from the fence, I started sliding and I couldn’t stop.” “Well, not even a thief would do anything that stupid.” “I’m not a thief.” “Your boyfriend must be a real asshole for you to go to through all this.” Kim sighed, “You have no idea.” “Look, give me your hand. Let’s get you inside and clean that cut and then think about how to get you home.” Kim smiled. “Thanks a million, sir. I can’t thank you enough.” Ostermeyer grunted. 8:00 PM Actually, the cut looked worse than it was. After stopping the bleeding, it only took two band-aids to cover. Kim wouldn’t need stitches. “Where do you live, you said your name was Kim?” “Yes, Kim Stone. I live in Ontario.” Which was a lie. The Bauer household was in the San Fernando Valley, not the San Gabriel Valley. But it was also an extra half hour through awful traffic even at this hour of the night, making her circumstances even more dire. “Is there anyone else at that party who can take you home?” “No, sir, there isn’t.” “My name is Ostermeyer. My friends call me Chas.” “No, Chas, there isn’t.” “Call me Mr. Ostermeyer. Can you call anyone in Ontario?” “I can try my friends but I’m sure they’re all busy on a Friday night at 8:00.” “How about your parents?” “My Mom is dead. And I’d rather not call my Dad.” “Why is that?” “He doesn’t think I’m at this party. He thinks I’m studying with a girlfriend.” Kim smirked. “So girls still use that lie on their fathers.” “Mr. Ostermeyer? Could I have something to drink? I’m really thirsty.” “Yeah, sure. Is water okay?” “You don’t have anything a little stronger?” “I have everything a little stronger. What do you have in mind?” “A nice glass of wine would do wonders.” Ostermeyer walked over to a cabinet and retrieved a bottle of red wine. He poured a glass both for Kim and for himself and returned. Kim nearly downed the whole glass in one swig. “I think you need another,” Ostermeyer noted and handed her his glass. Kim drank it more slowly but finished it, nevertheless. “Thank you,” she said. “Well, Ms. Stone, I’d love to sit here and chat with you while you drink my wine all night but I’m expecting company in twenty minutes.” “You’ve been more than generous. Let me just clean up a little and I’ll be on my way.” “Are you sure your boyfriend has left?” “No, I’m not. But I can’t impose upon you anymore, Mr. Ostermeyer.” “If you’re willing to wait, this meeting shouldn’t take more than an hour. After that, I can drive you home.” Kim perked up. “That is so unbelievably nice of you!” “If you’re up to it, go through the doors there and turn left. There is a spiral staircase. At the top, go left again and at the end of the hall is the master bedroom. If you’ll leave your blouse and skirt on the bed, I’ll wash them while you’re in the shower. I’ll also give you another glass of wine. You can use one of the robes in the bathroom while your clothes are drying. There’s an office next to the bedroom with a computer and a TV. You’re welcome to either one while I have my meeting. By the time I’m finished, your clothes should be dry, your boyfriend should have given up on finding you and we can drive you home.” Kim beamed. “You’re a savior, Mr. Ostermeyer.” Savior? He was an idiot! He was handing her an excuse to spend forty-five minutes alone in his office. “Call me Chas. By the way, where’s your purse?” “In my boyfriend’s car. Along with my cell phone. But I’ll deal with that tomorrow. I don’t need my driver’s license or money if you’re taking me home.” “Off you go.” With a big smile of gratitude on her face, Kim sprung up and pranced through the doors. What a great spy I make, she thought. I did in twenty minutes what my father and his whole team couldn’t do in a day. I’m just a natural. Everything was as Ostermeyer described. Kim could not believe the opulence. The floors were marble, the staircase was iron the ceiling soared and real paintings adorned the walls. The carpet was thick and soft on her stocking feet and the furnishings were ornate and immaculate. The house had probably been as expensive to furnish as their house was to buy. She stripped and laid all her clothes on the massive circular waterbed. When she emerged from the shower, the clothes were gone and a glass of wine was on one of the two nightstands flanking the bed. Sipping the wine, she stole into the office and turned on the TV. She couldn’t decide between the Laker game and another re-run of The Joy Luck Club. The house was so big and so well-designed that she couldn’t hear Chas and his mysterious guest. So much the better, she thought. He’ll never hear me rummaging through his files and papers. Needless to say, she was given a start when a soft knock came on the office door. “Is your meeting done?” she asked. “No, my guest is a little delayed. I wanted to see how you were doing.” “Just fine, thanks,” she gushed. “Not feeling at all dizzy? That’s three glasses of wine and no food for you.” Now that he mentioned it, she was somewhat dizzy. “I guess I do need to eat something.” “Well, come on downstairs and I’ll fix you a late dinner.” Kim rose and immediately began teetering. She could not get her balance and the room was beginning to spin. “I don’t feel so good, Chas,” she slurred and collapsed onto the floor, quickly losing feeling in her limbs. Her feelings of alarm were overtaken by a rapidly spreading numbness that fogged her thinking. “Don’t worry, Kim,” Ostermeyer breathed as he stooped down to collect her. “Your night is just beginning.” And then Kim passed out; finally succumbing to the drugged wine. If They Let Me Write 24 Ch. 02 The following takes place between the hours of 11:00 PM and 1:00 AM on a day of no particular importance to anyone. 11:00 PM Kim Bauer awoke slowly as her mind and body shook off the effects of the powerful although short lasting sedative Chas Ostermeyer had slipped her. The last she could remember, she had been in Ostermeyer’s study, preparing to rifle through his files in the hopes of securing the evidence her father would need to link him to the as-yet-unnamed organization behind the brutal murder of her mother. As she freed her mind of the cobwebs left by the powerful drug, she noticed she was no longer clad in the oversized bathrobe she had donned after the shower Ostermeyer had so generously offered her. She recognized the pink blouse she had originally picked out nearly four hours ago in the hopes of enticing the single, wealthy Beverly Hills banker (it had never occurred to her that it might be too successful). She was certain the blouse had ripped during her accidental tumble down the hill in Ostermeyer’s backyard. As she brought her hands down to examine the blouse, she made a second, more chilling realization: she was tied to the bed. Fear rose in her as she shook her arms and flailed her wrists helplessly against the secure ropes. Looking down at her black leather miniskirt (minus the black fishnet stockings), she saw her ankles were similarly restrained. She was spread eagle and helpless. However, for the moment, she was also alone. Adrenaline began coursing through her as she violently struggled with the restraints. She knew the ropes wouldn’t break – she was more hopeful of pulling them loose from the bedpost. As she turned her head to see how securely the ropes were bound, she saw that she was no longer in the massive master bedroom with its white shag carpet and sprawling bathroom but rather a much smaller room with dark wooden paneling. She also noticed that she was on a queen sized mattress and not a waterbed. She had no idea where in his mansion she was. Her wrists and ankles began to ache from the futile strain of exertion and she was compelled to relinquish the struggle until she could form a better plan. For now, she was powerless. Her struggles against the bed had created a sufficient racket to rouse her captor and Ostermeyer walked deliberately and confidently into the room. “Good evening, my dear,” he began. “I trust you’ve satisfied yourself that you cannot break free of your bonds.” Kim’s eyes blazed hatred at him. “How dare you tie me up like this? I didn’t do anything to you.” Ostermeyer considered the allegation. “True enough,” he replied. “But only because I didn’t give you the chance.” He moved closer to her. “And,” he continued “because you lied to me, Kim Stone. Your real name is Kim Bauer and you don’t live anywhere near Ontario.” Kim said nothing. “While you were sleeping, I took a little walk and found your car. I called a friend of mine at DMV and got your name and address from the registration. So don’t play innocent with me. I don’t know why you came here or what you were after but I thought it wise to protect myself against a lying trespasser.” “Alright, you know my name. I didn’t know anything more you than you did about me. I used a fake name so if you turned out to be a psycho, you wouldn’t know where or how to find me.” Ostermeyer nodded. “I’m not a psycho. I’m just taking some understandable precautions, that’s all.” Kim looked up. “Then you’ll let me go?” “In time. I have company coming soon.” “Your business meeting? That was supposed to be hours ago.” “It was. I cancelled it while you were in the shower.” “While you were slipping a sedative into my drink?” “Yes, that too.” Ostermeyer grinned. “Anyway, this person who is coming is really looking forward to meeting you. Can’t understand what’s keeping them. And after all these lengths I’ve gone to document the evening.” With that, Ostermeyer gestured to the ceiling and behind him. Following his arm, Kim noticed there was something that looked like a lamp directly overhead but, instead of a bulb in the center, there was a long black cylinder. A microphone. She followed the cord to an expensive digital camera pointed directly at her. Glancing quickly to the nightstand neighboring the bed, she saw another microphone like the kind her boyfriend Miguel had in his studio. She knew them to be very sensitive and very expensive. Just then, a doorbell could be heard faintly through the wall. “Ah, that’s our special guest. Do make yourself comfortable,” Ostermeyer taunted Kim. “I won’t be a second.” Panic swept through Kim as Ostermeyer left the room. She could now faintly hear the padding of his feet ascending behind the wall. Stairs. She was downstairs in the mansion. She could barely hear the doorbell, there was no sense in screaming for help. Her cries would be inaudible on the quiet, private drive on which Ostermeyer lived. She renewed her struggle with the ropes more frantically. Her efforts were fruitless. She was going to have to play along until she saw an opening. Shortly, the footsteps returned. It seemed to Kim that there was only one other set of sounds and they were quieter than Ostermeyer’s, suggesting someone lighter. In walked Ostermeyer and a smaller, olive skinned brunette with thick, curly hair. She stood only 5’ 5” and was quite slightly built. She had neither large breasts nor a particularly large bottom. She was very slender and quite pretty. “Kim,” said Ostermeyer, “please say hello to your new playmate.” Kim didn’t waste a second. “Please help me,” she cried to the strange girl. “I’m being held by this madman. He drugged me and tied me. Get out of here and call for help, please!” The girl only smiled. “My, my,” she said, amused, “she’s doing an even better job than you said she would.” “This is no act!” squealed Kim desperately. “Please, you’re my only hope! Get out of here and call for help!” Ostermeyer walked immediately over to the bed, retrieved a gag from the nightstand drawer and secured it to Kim’s mouth as her shouts for help continued. She thrashed violently against the ropes but was unable to stop the silencing. As she lay there on the bed, only able to shriek weakly through her nose much to the amusement of Ostermeyer and his cohort, tears of futility welled in her eyes. Although she hated herself for showing weakness, she couldn’t stop the tears. “Oh, honey, please stop that,” said the strange girl in a mockingly maternal tone. “Baby, let me comfort her.” “Please,” he smiled lecherously. She strode quickly to the bedside, sat down and began stroking Kim’s face and hair. “Baby, stop torturing yourself like this. It’s only going to make everything harder for us all. I want to be your friend. Please let me.” Kim winced at the strange touch and snapped her head away so she at least wouldn’t have to look at her. The brunette looked back at Chas. “May I kiss her to clam her down?” Ostermeyer smiled greedily. “Oh, please, do.” And he began removing his shirt. She continued stroking Kim’s hair. She leaned in close and attempted to kiss Kim’s cheek. Just then, Kim snapped her head back, trying to head-butt the girl. But she saw it coming and moved out of the way. “How dare you play rough with me,” she snapped angrily. “I’ll teach you!” With that, she shoved Kim’s head into the pillow. “I’m going to kiss you and you’re going to like it, you resentful little bitch.” Kim’s arms strained against the restraints trying to land a punch or a shove on this new assailant. “Kim!” she hissed into Kim’s ear. “My name’s Michelle Desslar. I work with your father and Tony Almeida at CTU!” Kim suddenly froze. Could this be? Loudly enough for Ostermeyer to hear, she said, “There, there, baby, isn’t that better? It’s so much better if you don’t fight.” Then, in a whisper he could not hear, as she resumed nuzzling Kim’s neck, she continued, “we’ve got ten agents outside waiting to pounce on this guy if he tries anything funny.” Raising her voice again, she said, “I just want to make you feel good.” Kim’s body went slightly limp. “Good girl,” whispered Michelle. “Just do exactly as I tell you and we’ll get you out of here. Now I’m going to release your head. I want you to nod that you understand and you’ll cooperate, okay, Kim?” True to her word, she removed her hand from Kim’s forehead. Kim slowly turned and made eye contact with Michelle. She nodded cautiously. Michelle turned to look at Ostermeyer who by now was sitting in a far chair against the wall next to the video camera which he had clearly turned on. He was clad only in his boxer shorts. “I think she’s ready to play ball, baby. But give me another few minutes, okay?” “You’re doing just fine,” he said as his hand began caressing his modest penis slowly. With that, Michelle turned her back and straddled Kim. She stroked Kim’s arms and played with the top of Kim’s chest, keeping her hands above her breasts. “Oh, baby, you’re so pretty. I’d just love to kiss that pretty mouth of yours.” She turned to look at Ostermeyer. “May I remove the gag and kiss her? I think she’s ready.” “Not just yet,” replied Ostermeyer. “Keep rubbing her and get her excited.” Michelle smiled. “With pleasure,” and she turned around again. She leaned over and kissed Kim’s cheek. She pulled Kim’s hair back and began licking and sucking on Kim’s earlobe. As she did this, she continued giving Kim instructions. “Kim, listen to me. You’ve got to start faking that you like this. But don’t overdo it! Play like you’re getting turned on for the very first time. Moan through your nose until I can get him to agree to take the gag off.” Kim nodded her head in agreement. “Good girl. Now I’m going to lie next to you and nuzzle your neck. When you’re ready, take a deep breath and let out a slow moan. That’ll be my signal to start playing with your breasts.” Kim liked how Michelle arranged it so she would decide when it escalated. True to her word, Michelle kept nuzzling her neck and caressing Kim’s arms and shoulders kissing her at every opportunity as tenderly as she could. Since Michelle had moved off of Kim, she could see how Ostermeyer was becoming aroused. His erection was peeking out through his boxers and was beginning to throb. Kim hoped he would just cum right there and neither she nor Michelle would have to do anything (like take him inside her). Sensing the time was right, she took a deep breath and let out a soft moan through her nose. Michelle took the signal and began fondling Kim’s large, young firm breasts through both the blouse and bra. “Oh, these feel so good,” said Michelle as Ostermeyer’s stroking increased in both speed and tension. Her hand slid down and rapidly unbuttoned Kim’s blouse, pulling the thin and torn garment aside. She fondled Kim’s bellybutton piercing (which elicited another moan from Kim). In another stage voice, Michelle asked, “Now, baby, I’m going to open your bra and lick those nipples until they’re good and hard.” Kim’s eyes widened but she didn’t resist as Michelle rolled on top of her. Michelle glared hard at Kim. Don’t fight me her eyes seemed to say. The clasp snapped free and Michelle helped Kim’s breasts out of the pink bra. Michelle stroked the underside of the sensitive flesh and ran her fingernails over the nipples, causing them to harden involuntarily. She then rolled off Kim and unzipped her skirt. She wriggled the tight skirt over her slim hips and Kim was in for another surprise: Michelle wasn’t wearing any underwear. Ostermeyer was now fully erect and had slid his boxers down to caress himself in full view of both girls. Michelle rolled back onto Kim and began rubbing her naked and exposed pussy on Kim’s flat tummy. Her fingers resumed their attack on Kim’s nipples. Michelle’s breathing deepened and she began sighing loudly enough for Ostermeyer to hear. “Oh, baby,” Michelle sighed, “do you want me to lick those hard nipples?” Kim could only moan in response. “Do you want to feel my wet and warm tongue sliding all over your excited tits?” Again, Kim moaned. Michelle got off of Kim, lay down next to her, looked Ostermeyer in the eye and grabbed Kim’s left breast securely with her hand. There was more flesh than Michelle’s hand could secure so she brought her other hand over to contain the massive breast. Smiling at Ostermeyer, she leaned over, extended her tongue and began licking the excited flesh. Kim marveled absently at how good a tongue piercing felt on her nipple. She began moaning through her nose. Ostermeyer began moaning, too. Michelle knew the moment had arrived. Releasing one of her hands from Kim’s left breast, she ran her hand down to Kim’s black leather miniskirt and unzipped it. She stuck her hand inside and began rubbing Kim’s thong. She then began licking Kim’s excited nipple fast and hard with her piercing. Taking the cue, Kim began thrusting her mound up against Michelle’s hand in unison with the caresses. Both girls continued moaning. It was too much for Ostermeyer. With a sudden cry, he stiffened on the chair and ejaculated onto his stomach. “Oh my God,” he moaned. “You girls are too hot, just too hot.” Kim and Michelle were both taken aback by the volume of the load and stopped their play for a few moments to watch. Some of the sperm flew clear up to Ostermeyer’s face. Thick streams were visible on his chest and stomach and a large droplet hung from his still throbbing member. After he recovered, Ostermeyer saw what a mess he’d made. “Why don’t you come here and clean this up,” he asked Michelle. “Love to,” said Michelle without a moment’s hesitation. She knelt down between his legs and licked all the semen, starting first with the droplet on the head of his penis, then moving up to his stomach and chest. She sucked and licked loudly and swallowed without hesitation. As she moved up to catch the one shot that had landed on his face, he grabbed her face and French kissed her, sucking his own secretions from Michelle’s willing mouth. “Get her ready,” he said gleefully. “I’ll be right back.” 12:00 AM They waited until they heard the door to the upstairs bathroom click closed. Michelle immediately went to the video camera and put it on pause. Then she approached Kim and took the gag off. Kim breathed deeply through her mouth. “What are you doing,” Kim hissed. “Arrest him now!” Michelle raised an eyebrow at Kim. “What good would that do? He’s committed no crime. Plus, we don’t want him. We want whoever hired him.” “What if he kills us?” Michelle stifled a laugh. “That guy? Mr. Watch Me Cum While Two Girls Fake Sex? He’s no killer, Kim. All he wants from us is pleasure. If we give him what he wants, he’ll let us go and suspect nothing. Then our investigation can continue.” With that, Michelle sat down on the chair, spread her legs and inserted two fingers into her tight opening. “What are you doing?” asked Kim. “I’m looking for something,” said Michelle, wincing as her fingers went deeper inside her. “You’ll see in a minute.” She wriggled around in obvious discomfort, almost pulling her fingers out at one point, then going back in. Finally, she smiled and pulled both fingers out. Caught between them was a small plastic baggie with some white powder inside. Kim nodded as Michelle opened the bag and tapped the powder into the glass by the chair. “Let’s hope he’s thirsty,” said Michelle. After stirring it around with her finger until it dissolved, she went to the bed and quickly stuck the empty baggie under the mattress. She wiped her finger clean on the sheet. She then licked her finger, raised her right leg onto the mattress next to Kim and began rubbing her clit quickly. “What are you doing now,” asked Kim. “Trying to get myself wet. He’s not going to sit there and jack off again. He’ll want to fuck one of us. That’s why I left your skirt and thong on. If I’m bareass naked and wet, he’ll start with me.” “Can you do it?” asked Kim wide-eyed. “Not so far,” said Michelle grimly. “My damn mouth is so dry from swallowing his seed.” She smirked at Kim as she licked her finger again. “I’m not even a field agent. I’m a computer systems expert. Now I know why. I’m dry as a bone.” “Here, give me your finger,” said Kim suddenly. “I’ve got more saliva than you.” Michelle fed Kim her index finger and Kim licked it top and bottom to coat it in the required spit. Michelle retrieved her finger and immediately wetted her lips and clit. “That’s better, but it’s not enough.” Kim looked up at her suddenly. “Then let’s not waste it on your finger. Let me apply it directly to you.” Michelle raised an eyebrow. “Hold on a second,” she said. She got off the bed, went to the camera and turned it back on. Then she returned to Kim and whispered, “Make it fast.” She straddled the bound girl and opened herself. “He’ll be back any second.” “Just close your eyes and remember the most turned on you ever were,” murmured Kim as her wet tongue began to coat Michelle’s pussy lips. “That’s all I’ve been doing for the last fifteen minutes.” They were only able to continue for a few more minutes before the door opened and a refreshed Ostermeyer opened the door to find Kim eating Michelle out hungrily. Michelle’s eyes were closed and she was playing with her breasts, tugging anxiously on the stiffening nipples. He went to the table and drank the entire drink next to his chair. Kim and Michelle made eye contact and Kim nodded her head and smiled. Her tongue darted into Michelle’s increasingly moist vagina and then traveled up to her turgid clit. She could taste Michelle’s arousal and was pleased she had been able to prepare her. She was also relieved that she wouldn’t have to take Ostermeyer inside her. “Can’t leave you girls alone for two minutes, can I?” Ostermeyer joked as his cock regained its erection. “I was almost upset that you removed her gag, baby,” he said to Michelle, “but I can see you had a good reason.” He grasped Michelle from behind and began playing with her tits roughly. “Just keep eating her, Kim. I’ve got what you need right here.” Michelle turned and countered, “No, baby, I need it way more than she does.” “But I’ve been waiting for this for hours.” “Do me first. I’ll get her sopping wet for you. You know you’re not getting away with cumming only twice tonight, don’t you?” Ostermeyer frowned. Two was his limit. Michelle turned and kissed him. “Just think how turned on you’ll get watching her strain against those ropes while I make her cum and cum into my mouth. Plus, my panties are off and I’m ready for you now.” “Have at it, baby, make her cum harder than she ever has,” he panted. Michelle repositioned herself and slid Kim’s miniskirt down to her knees. It could go no farther. She knelt over the end of the bed and spread her legs so Ostermeyer could get inside her as she braced herself against the mattress. She began playing with Kim’s mound through her thong. She was surprised to find that Kim was very, very wet. Kim was surprised at how wet she was, too. Maybe it was the aftereffect of all the wine and the sedative lowering her inhibitions. Maybe it was the sense of danger that Ostermeyer could make them for agents and beat them or shoot them or rape them at any moment. Maybe it was the security of having Michelle there: Michelle, who was so comforting, so strong and decisive and so completely in command (and who tasted ever so nice on Kim’s tongue). Whatever the reason, Kim didn’t have to fake her arousal as Michelle pulled the thong to the side and began running her tongue slowly up Kim’s excited lips. And once that tongue stud crossed Kim’s little nub, she gasped at the electric sensations. And she thought it felt good on her nipple! Meanwhile, Ostermeyer had established his rhythm inside Michelle and was pounding into her with long, slow strokes, gyrating his hips once he was fully inside her. Thanks to her position on the mattress, Michelle was able to fuck him back. She also contracted her vagina around his hardness, driving him even crazier. If They Let Me Write 24 Ch. 02 Ostermeyer had brought something into the room with him. “You’re so wet,” he panted as he thrust into Michelle’s tight pussy, “that I won’t need this.” He tossed the tube of KY jelly onto the bed and grabbed Michelle’s firm ass with both hand and began slapping her lightly as he pounded her hard. Sweat was beginning to accumulate on Michelle’s lower back. Ostermeyer coated his finger with it and ran his finger between Michelle’s flinching cheeks. Her eyes flew open as he caressed her anus. She pulled Kim’s thong panties down in a rush, nearly ripping them and began licking Kim’s clit. Since Ostermeyer was holding Michelle to thrust, she abandoned her hold of the mattress and slid two fingers into Kim’s dripping cunt. Kim gasped in pleasure. Michelle’s other hand found Kim’s excited breast and began pinching and tugging on the hard nipple. “Oh, fuck me, baby,” hissed Kim. “It’s so good.” “Are you going to come for me baby,” panted Michelle. “Oh yes,” Kim moaned. “Are you going to squirt your cum into my mouth?’ “Yes.” “Is it going to drip down my face?” “Yes!” “Mmmmm,” moaned Michelle as Kim creamed her juice into her mouth. Meanwhile, Ostermeyer bent over to grab the KY jelly and squirted it into his hand. He slowed his penetration of Michelle to lube her asshole from top to bottom. “Oh baby,” heaved Michelle, “that’s it. Stick two fingers in my ass.” “Oh my God,” moaned Kim, reacting to the erotic image, scarcely even aware of what she was saying, “I want your fingers in my asshole, too.” Michelle removed her fingers from Kim’s sopping pussy as Kim lifted her hips up off the bed. Her asshole was already slick from her secretions. Michelle easily slid one finger into Kim’s asshole up to the second knuckle and kept licking her clit furiously. “Oh, more,” moaned Kim, eyes closed, wincing in ecstasy. Kim never knew anything could feel this good or that she could ever be so aroused. Michelle complied and slid her middle finger into Kim’s spasming sphincter. Kim’s moaning grew louder and her pitch increased to a high whine. Meanwhile, Ostermeyer pulled out of Michelle’s pussy and slid it into her asshole without any resistance. The tightness overcame him. “God, I’m gonna’ come,” he squealed. “I’m going to come in your asshole!” “I’m cumming,” shrieked Kim. Her squeals joined his yells. As her spasms continued, she was suddenly aware that she had drunk three glasses of wine and hadn’t relieved herself. “Oh my God, Michelle,” she ranted in her ecstasy, “I can’t hold it.” And her bladder released onto Michelle’s face. Michelle was going insane. In her mind, Kim was ejaculating into her mouth. The pungent odor of the urine only turned her on more. It covered her face and soaked her hair and the shirt which she still amazingly had on. She licked Kim’s dripping pussy for several minutes, causing Kim’s orgasm to persist and intensify. Kim kept cumming for another solid minute. They lay there for almost five minutes, trying to collect themselves. Finally, Michelle spoke up. “Do you still want to fuck her,” she asked through labored breaths, motioning at Kim naked, exhausted and spent figure on the bed. “No. Untie her and you can both go. I just want to get some…” and he passed out on the bed. The muscle relaxant had finally taken hold. 1:00 AM After cleaning up together and dressing, the girls left the Ostermeyer mansion. “Oh shit,” exclaimed Kim. “What,” asked Michelle, somewhat alarmed. “We never did search his study.” Michelle smiled. “Don’t worry about that now. It’s better that nothing be at all disturbed when he comes to tomorrow morning. He won’t suspect a thing. Plus, we’ll let the real agents carry the investigation from here on out.” Kim was relieved. The girls reached Kim’s car. Michelle took Kim’s hands in hers. “We have a saying in CTU. ‘What happens in the field, stays in the field.’” Kim understood. “But you took a terrible risk. The only reason I was here at all was because we intercepted his call to the escort service and I matched the type of girl he requested. Had he not made that call, you’d have stayed bound to that bed and he would’ve no doubt raped you. Or worse.” Kim nodded her head. Now she knew what her father had been doing all day. Putting a wire tap on the Ostermeyer mansion. “So, I guess I’m saying…” “…that my spying days are over?” “Exactly. Now go home and don’t breathe a word of this to anyone. You can rest assured I won’t.” “Okay.” “Hey, Kim?” “Yes, Michelle?” Michelle smiled. “You were amazing. Simply amazing.” Kim blushed, started the car and drove off. Boy, was Miguel ever going to get a reward from her! EPILOGUE 2:00 AM Michelle opened the door to her apartment. There was a figure on her couch, enshrouded in darkness. “Remind me never to underestimate you again,” said the silhouette. Michelle narrowed her eyes. “Your reward is on the table. You earned it.” Michelle said nothing. “When did you know you could pull it off?” “When she called her boyfriend,” answered Michelle. “Whom we still owe money.” “And who earned it times ten.” “So did ‘Chas.’ Good old Chuck. He couldn’t ever get near a girl like Kim, let alone have a threesome with her and…” “And with your girlfriend?” finished Michelle. Tony Almeida smiled. “And with my girlfriend, too.” Michelle noted, “It was an anal threesome, at that.” “So it was.” “Which you got to watch courtesy of a camera in the room.” “Which you were thoughtful enough to leave on.” “Now I want you to tell me something.” “Anything.” “How many times did you cum watching that feed?” “Five.” “So are you too tired and worn out to give me my reward?” Tony took her hand. “Let’s go to bed.” As they walked to the bedroom, Michelle asked Tony, “How did you explain that fake e-mail to Jack about Nina Myers?” “I told him the truth. I suspected someone was reading his e-mail without his authorization and I wanted to catch him.” “And did you ever.” “Too bad Jack will never know who or how we caught them.” “You mean her.” They kissed. “She got you all worked up tonight, didn’t she?” teased Tony. “And you get to finish, wise guy,” responded Michelle. “It’s a good thing DVD’s don’t wear out like VHS tapes do.” “And it’s an even better thing that we don’t have to go to work tomorrow.” With that, Tony shut the bedroom door as Michelle turned out the light.