0 comments/ 45729 views/ 4 favorites Bikini By: IntimateSpirit I was off at another conference -- there are a number at this time of year. Someplace warm, perhaps Vegas or it could easily have been San Diego or even Florida. I shouldn't bee too specific though. When I'm away working I always like to find a little time out to relax, let some of the information sort itself out in my head. A few hours in the late afternoon by the pool should do quite nicely. To feel less guilty about taking time away from the sessions I bring along some of the conference papers to read while I relax. For such a warm day the pool area is surprisingly empty -- a few groups of people here and there in relaxed conversation but one woman off by herself catches my attention. Lying face down in the sun her white thong bikini is almost not there at all. The quiet area where she is lying away from the conversations combined with the alluring sight of her bikini makes for an easy decision as to where to settle myself down to read. She smiles warmly as I sit down and a short but pleasant conversation follows -- she also is taking a break from the business that brought her down here, not being able to resist the temptation of a little sunshine. After a short while and a few flirtatious comments back and forth she gets up and dives into the pool for a short swim. I admit that the bikini caught my attention from the start, and kept it now that she's in the water. I manage to look down at my papers now and then but for the most part my attention is fixed on her. And then she comes out of the water -- her bikini nearly completely transparent now that it's wet. Walking slowly back she watches my eyes following her, running up and down her our body to drink in the delicious sight. As she stands next to the lounge towelling herself dry she continues our conversation. The sight of her breasts, nipples hard and clearly showing through her top quickly arouses me to the point where my swim suit no longer disguises my hard cock. I roll over face down, embarrassed by my arousal. "I'm sorry -- am I distracting you from your reading?" she asks coyly. "Oh no," I reply, "I was simply rolling over to cover the degree of my distraction." "Ah, I see," she says with a smile. "Perhaps you should go for a quick dip in the pool -- the water's very cool and refreshing." "A very good idea," I say, getting up from my lounge and walking over to the water, watching her gaze follow me. I dive in and swim the length of the pool under the surface, enjoying the cool water and trying to relax to ease my arousal. However when I surface at the other end and look back at her still standing by the edge of the pool I feel my cock stiffening again. As I slowly swim back she asks innocently "Did that help at all?" "No not in the least," I reply, at which point she dives back in, swimming to join me in the middle of the pool. As she reaches me she quietly whispers "We should do something to help you with that distraction," at the same time reaching down and squeezing my cock tightly in her hand through my swimsuit. We stop swimming just as we reach the shallow end, the water just below our necks. "That sounds like a very good idea," I reply, allowing my hands the pleasure of wandering over her body. Delighting in the soft skin of her back, cupping her breasts and feeling her nipples pressing into the palms of my hands, running down her belly to the bottom of her bikini, tracing the outline of her lips so clearly visible through the wet fabric. "Come up to my room and we can discuss the best remedy," I whisper back, ignoring the eyes watching us from the tables across the pool. We climb out and quickly wrap ourselves in the terry robes we've brought down from our rooms, though not before I have a good long look at her gorgeous behind in the thong bikini. Crossing the lobby to the elevators I stick close behind her, trying to disguise my awkward state. In the elevator however she feels more playful, rubbing her behind against my cock, lifting the back of her robe and pulling the front of mine open, squeezing me between her thighs. Once we reach my floor we move quickly to the room, throwing off our robes the second we close the door. My discomfort growing, I peel off my swimsuit while our tongues entangle in a deliciously deep kiss. Her hands find my naked cock and she immediately slips down to her knees, taking me deep into her mouth as I run my fingers through her wet hair. Then down to untie her bikini tip, peeling the wet fabric away from her breasts and cupping them in my hands, squeezing her hard nipples. My mouth is now watering with the thought of tasting her. To her mild protest I pull my cock from her mouth and lift her up to her feet. A few quick steps to the bed and I throw her on top, stopping just a moment to enjoy the sight of her lying there, bikini top cast to one side, legs spread in anticipation of delicious pleasures to come. I lie down on top, feeling her take my cock in her hands and slipping it back into her mouth, then bury my face between her thighs, running my nose along the outline of her pussy, delighting in the smell of her sex through her bikini. She lifts her hips as she feels me slipping my hands underneath her thong, then pulls up her knees and kick it aside once I've slipped it down her legs. This time my tongue repeats the path, tasting her wetness, teasing her clit as I feel her licking and sucking increase in urgency. I squeeze her behind and thrust my tongue deep inside, then back to her clit, licking until her muffled screams escape from around my cock. I roll over onto my back and pull her up on top, guiding her wet pussy down onto my waiting cock. Her energy enthrals me -- watching her bounce on my cock, my hands holding her breasts, squeezing her nipples as She smiles down at me. "Squeeze me," I say, "squeeze me as tight as you can." I can feel her tightening around me, can feel the interruptions in her rhythm as she comes close to the edge, then hear her scream out as her whole body shakes, squeezing me even tighter as she collapses on top of me, my hands now holding her hips as I thrust deep inside, coaxing out every last wave of pleasure. I turn her over onto her front and pile as many pillows as I can reach underneath, lifting her hips until her knees are on the bed and slip inside from behind. I love the feeling of my hands on her ass, tell her what a wonderful behind she has, how sexy she looked lying in the sun in her bikini. Then tell her how naughty she was down by the pool, taking such obvious advantage of my unintentional arousal. I raise my hand, spanking her on the behind while we're fucking. "Oh yes, more, harder," her muffled voice comes from deep in the pillows. Not knowing which -- the spanking or the fucking -- I deliver both. More spanking, more fucking until she lifts her head and screams out as she comes, squeezing my cock and shaking all over before collapsing back into the pillows. Then over onto her back, I wrap my arms tight around her, feel her legs wrap tight around me as I thrust deep inside, drinking in her kisses as I lose myself in the feeling of her body under mine. Then I lift myself up, looking down at her beauty, lifting her legs up over my shoulders as my hands find her breasts. I squeeze her nipples as she squeezes my cock again, thrusting deep inside as she holds me up with her legs. She watches the pleasure building in me, feels me pounding harder and deeper and then I explode inside her, my deep scream echoed by hers as we collapse together in a tangled knot of spent pleasure. After we catch our breath and share more kisses she smiles at me "So, do think my bikini is too revealing?" "No, I would say it's perfectly revealing." And after a moment's consideration "And perfectly distracting." Bikini It was nice hot summer's day and a group of us had decided to meet up at the beach. Having the day totally free I got there early, picking up a choice sparking spot and being able to get a nice spot to dump my stuff on the beach. Then I went swimming. Others arrived as the day wore on and we were all just mucking around generally, sometimes in the water and sometimes not. No harm and we weren't bothering anyone. Just a bunch of young adults enjoying themselves. Little Suzy was one of the last to arrive. Cute little kid with a cute little car. I suppose the car give the lie to her being a kid as she'd have to be eighteen to have her license. Still, it amused me to call her that, mainly because it drove her wild. We were all in the water when Suzy arrived. She came scampering over the sand in this little white bikini, and if the car didn't say she was of age, her figure in that bikini did. I was almost offended, it was so small, and I had to bite my tongue not to tell her to go and get some clothes on. She'd have loved that, I bet. She came wading out to join the group and was already waist deep when this slightly larger wave came rolling in. It washed around her, almost coming up to her neck and then the water died down and I was looking at little Suzy and thinking, "Oh shit." I had to look twice. Three times, actually. The first time I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The second was to make sure I wasn't mistaken. The third was because she had quite lovely little breasts and they were on plain view and I didn't want to look away. I moved very quickly, cutting between her and the crowd, shielding her from view. She looked at me curiously as I moved closer. "Hi, Mike," she said smiling. "What's up?" "My blood pressure. What the hell do you think you're wearing?" "It's a bikini. What's wrong with it? Everyone wears them." "Not like that one," I told her. "Take a look." I nodded towards her breasts, not daring to look at them while she was this close. She looked down and went white, then red, then white again. She finished up choosing a nice red blush as her arms crossed in front of her. Her lovely new white bikini turned totally transparent when wet and it was as though she was topless. "Stay like that for a moment," I told her, and sank below the water. Then I was standing again, shaking the water from my head and smiling. "Same down below," I told her. "I could see you've shaped a nice little landing strip down there. I could also see the playing field at the end of the strip." Suzy was horrified, and infuriated that I was finding it amusing. "It's not funny," she hissed at me, almost crying. "What am I supposed to do?" "That depends on how much of an exhibitionist you are. You can join the group like that. The boys sure won't mind." The killing look dismissed that idea. "Ah, well," I said. "I guess you'd better head in towards the shore. You can lie down in the shallows for a few moments to protect your modesty while I go up and get a towel to wrap around you." That plan was more to her taste and it was only a minute or so before I was approaching her, towel in hand. I was not going to let her wrap it around herself while she lay in the water, I told her. She could damn well stand up and wrap it. She did so, reluctantly, but I did my bit and looked deliberately elsewhere while she wrapped herself up. Then she went stalking past me and up the beach. "What do you intend doing now," I asked. "Get dressed and go home," she said bitterly. "I can't hang around here, now can I? How can I explain why I can't go swimming? My day is ruined." "Could be worse," I pointed out. "You might have joined the group before you found out." "God, don't even think that," she protested. "I'll have nightmares. It's bad enough that you saw me like that." She gave me a fulminating glare. "Probably worse. You'll be teasing me about it for months." "What, kid you about going swimming in a bikini made for sunbathing only? Wouldn't dream of it. Anyone could make that sort of mistake." She could hear the laughter in my voice and tried to kick me. Fortunately the towel hindered this. "All joking aside," I said, "instead of getting dressed and going home, come on over to my van. I actually have several bikinis there, all of the tie-on variety. You can borrow one of those and then join us." "Dare I ask why you have several sets of women's bikinis in your van?" "I take my sister and her friends to the beach sometimes," I explained. "It's amazing how often they leave things behind. I can't guarantee that the tops will be the same colour as the bottoms, but I have enough to make up a number of pairs. Non-see-through, as well," I added. She chewed on her lip a bit, thinking about my offer, but didn't resist when I steered her in the direction of my van. I have quite a nice van. It doesn't look much from the outside but it has a good engine and I've finished off the insides very nicely. While it's not what is known as a sin bin, it suits me. The back of the van has tinted windows and, on a bright sunny day, it's impossible to look in from the outside. It also has a nice bench seat in the back. Really a storage locker, but I'd padded the lid. I opened the rear door and helped Suzy up, following her in. She was short enough to be able to stand. Me, I had to crouch somewhat. I promptly sat on the bench seat and open a little storage cupboard on one of the side walls. "This is where I keep all the bits and pieces people leave behind," I said. "Makes it easy to find something when the owner comes looking." I found a couple of likely items and handed them over to Suzy. "Here, try these. If they're no good I have more." I figured they'd suit as both pieces were tie on. That tends to make them one size fits all, depending on how much you want to cover or not cover. Suzy took my offering, looking rather dubious. Both items were going to cover more than what she was currently wearing, but I had no objection to that. She really shouldn't be flashing that much skin. I waited and Suzy waited. "Problem?" I finally asked. "I'm waiting for you to close the door," she said, indicating the rear door standing wide. "No need," I told her. "It's just overlooking the ocean so no-one can see in and no-one's going to come wandering past as I'm at the end of the row." "I was thinking more along the lines that you'd close it from the outside," came the very pointed suggestion. "Now why would I want to do anything so silly?" I asked quietly. "I liked what I saw earlier and I'd like to see it again. You just go right ahead and get changed." Don't ever think that you understand women. I expected tantrums and abuse and then to be evicted. What I got was a shrug, Suzy turning her back to me, dropping the towel and stripping of her bikini. "Damn it, Suzy," I said, as she started tying on the new bikini. "That's not fair. Turn around and face me." The little bitch just looked over her shoulder and laughed at me, continuing to tie on the bikini bottom. After that she put on the top and all I got to see from the strip show was a cute little bottom. Now that the bikini was on she turned to face me, looking rather irate. "Who," she asked, "left this in your van? Ten ton Tessie from Texas? This things more suited to a gorilla than to a woman. What else have you got?" It looked eminently suitable to me for a kid like Suzy. It covered everything she had and that was the way I preferred it. Except when it was me doing the looking. I sighed and turned back to the lost property cupboard. "Don't bother," said Suzy. "I'll look. You'll probably come out with a burka and say it's just the thing. You're a terrible prude, you know." No, I did not know. I don't object to abbreviated bikinis. I like abbreviated bikinis and women wearing them. It's just I was reluctant for Suzy to wear one. There were a lot of lecherous men out there. Suzy fished out what looked like pieces of tangled string with a few knots in it. I remembered a friend of my sister's wearing that item and had thought it looked fantastic. Suddenly I considered it to be in very poor taste. "You've got to be kidding," I said. Suzy just looked me dead in the eye and said, "Prude." Still looking at me she pulled the ties of the overlarge bikini and the bottom just dropped away and my lust jumped sky high. It went even higher when she dropped the top, standing there nude and smiling. I wanted to throttle the little bitch. She just kept on grinning at me while she tied on the scraps of nothing that were supposed to be a string bikini. "Well, what do you think?" she asked, posing provocatively. "Over my dead body," I told her. "Try something a little less extreme." She rolled her eyes upward as though beseeching heavenly help, but she did turn and fish out a somewhat more modest bikini. And she knew just where it was, reaching in with hardly a glance to get it. This one was brightly coloured, both pieces being two toned, all the colours appearing complimentary. That was one that I guessed would meet both our requirements, if only just. Once again Suzy smiled at me as she stripped off the scraps of string. "You," she said seriously, "are not going to get over your hang-ups about me until you've given me a good fucking. When are you going to stop stuffing around and do it?" I stared at her, appalled. "What the fuck are you talking about?" I demanded. "What I'm talking about is you stop being ridiculously gentlemanly where I'm concerned and start being a little more caddish." She bent forward, her naked breasts swinging deliciously, distracting me from what she was doing. I found out when her hand closed over my erection, poorly concealed beneath my bathers. She squeezed it. "This proves my point. You know damn well you want me," she said. "Why aren't you doing something about it? Are you worried because I'm a virgin? I have to lose it sooner or later." Like I said, who can tell what a woman will do? I did know what I was going to do and the hell with it. I grabbed her and pulled her onto my lap and kissed her. She kissed me right back and while she was doing that my hands were exploring. I traced her breasts, noting that her nipples were already erect. Thinking back, they'd been erect when she took of that oversize bikini and I'd just refused to notice. My hands traced her body going lower still, finally closing over her mound. Then my fingers explored, finding no resistance as I touched and probed. Greedy little fingers were now running over my body, Suzy hitching herself to one side so she could touch my erection. I cursed softly and started trying to push my bathers down, feeling unwantedly constricted by them. Suzy joined in quite happily, then left me to struggle with them once enough of my erection was freed for her to play with it. Naked and clutching at each other, we kissed and caressed, making delightfully free of each other's body, happily enjoying the touches on our own. It was blatantly obvious that I was ready for the next step, and some gentle probing showed me that Suzy was hot and wet and squirming. OK. I'll admit some not so gentle probing also showed that, with Suzy's squirming and gasping increasing with the roughness with which I handled her. Then I was twisting her under me, laying her on her back on the bench, and I was coming down onto and into her. My erection butted up against her lips and then rudely pushed past. She gave a small shriek as I just as rudely pushed past her hymen, then clung to me, pushing frantically up to meet me as I continued to drive into her. Her arms were wrapped around me, clinging to me, and her legs came up and clasped me, trying to draw me deeper and hold me there. I was quite content to sink in, pushing as deep as I could go, until our groins were rubbing hard against each other. Suzy may have been a virgin but that young woman had a natural talent. Once engaged I started moving on her, quite forcefully. She didn't bat an eye. She just made an excited gasping sound and started moving with me, pressing up against me just as hard and just as eagerly as me. I knew how these things were supposed to go. You ease slowly into the virgin (assuming she's willing), breaking her hymen gently, while whispering soft reassuring words. Then you establish a nice easy rhythm and lift her gradually to the heights, helping her to have her first orgasm before finishing off nicely and gently, cuddling her and telling her how wonderful she was. All I can say is that Suzy had never read those rules and I was just ignoring them. I had drilled in hard, and the hell with her virginity, and she responded in the same way. Now we were banging hard against each other and we weren't worrying about any rhythm. We wanted what we wanted and we wanted it now and we were taking it. I took her hard, driving in again and again, and she responded in a like fashion, almost bouncing off the bench in her eagerness to accept me. We were both gasping, moving fast, full of a desperate energy that we had to burn off. I was so horny and desperate for this woman that she again took me by surprise when she climaxed. I'd have sworn that I'd blow my cork before a young virgin would be anywhere near ready to respond. Instead of which she suddenly screamed and clamped tightly around me, a challenge to which I responded with enthusiasm, happily letting loose with my own climax. I groaned back to full realisation of where I was after a few minutes and Suzy followed suit shortly after. I was feeling dead, but happy. Suzy on the other hand was positively glowing, all smiles. She happily picked up the colourful bikini she'd chosen and put it on, and it fit her as though specially tailored for her. I was thinking maybe it was a little brief, caught the look in her eye and didn't say a word. She smiled and nodded, accepting my capitulation. Happy as Larry, she went prancing back down to the beach. I followed on behind, knowing full well that she was going to run me ragged for a long, long time. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 01 Brittany glanced nervously at her watch. She had five minutes to make it to the meeting on the top floor. Unsure of what the meeting was about, Brittany hoped it wouldn’t be bad news. Word around the offices was the agency had been reviewing employee records, possibly for cutbacks. Although Brittany had been recruited by the agency just before her college graduation and her work record was spotless, she’d never been promoted to field operations like she’d hoped. Perhaps her superiors had doubts about her qualifications and capabilities. She might be a prime candidate for elimination. Twenty-six year old Brittany was 5’8”, slender build with a fantastic figure. Her streaked, shoulder-length light brown hair highlighted her gorgeous face. An active jogger and exercise fanatic, she was very health conscious except for her addiction to cigarettes. It was the one little pleasure in life she wasn’t about to give up. Leaving the cramped office she’d worked in for the past four years, Brittany made her way to the bank of elevators at the end of the hallway. Her high-heels clicked noisily on the granite floor with each step. Riding the elevator alone, she checked her purse, making sure she had her badge and handgun. Hopefully, she’d still have both when the meeting was over. Approaching her manager’s office, his secretary, Margaret looked up at Brittany from her desk. “Down the hall to the conference room on the right.” She said coldly, pointing in the conference room‘s direction. Brittany walked slowly towards the conference room, apprehensive of what lie ahead. Nearing the conference room, she found the door slightly ajar. Entering the small room, she found herself being stared at by three other people, two men and another woman. Not recognizing any of them, she took a seat at the table without saying a word. All four remained silent for several minutes. “Anybody got an idea what the hell this is all about?” One of the men asked, breaking the silence. “I wasn’t given any information.” The other man stated, sounding exasperated. “I was just told to fly down here from Memphis for a meeting.” “Memphis! Is that where you’re from?” The first man inquired. “Yeah.” The second man answered. “I was transferred there from Jersey about a year ago.” Before anyone else could say a word, the conference room door suddenly opened. Brad Langley, district manager for the agency, strode in. He took a seat at the end of the table, setting several folders down in front of him. “Good morning.” He greeted with a serious look on his face. Brad Langley was a stocky, slightly overweight man in his mid-fifties. He was somewhat balding with a deep receding hairline. He rarely smiled; his face always seemed frozen in a most serious look. Brad’s main concern was putting in enough time to make it to retirement. “First of all, I know you’re probably wondering what the hell this is all about.” He started to speak. “None of you have much field experience, if any at all.” His remark appeared to be directed at Brittany and the young man sitting beside her. There was a moment of eerie silence before Brad continued. “You four have been picked to form a team.” He stated. “Don’t bother asking why you were picked. Believe me, you don’t want to know the real reason.” Brad went on to state that the four of them were going to be set up as decoys to catch a group of men and women preying on tourists in the waters around the Bahamas. “These modern day pirates as I prefer to call them, are preying on innocent tourists boating in the islands. They overtake their boats and rob them at gunpoint, most often during the late evenings or early mornings.” Brad informed them. “Several of the females have been kidnapped and taken captive. So far, only two men have been killed during the robberies.” Brad sorted the folders and pushed them across the table. Opening the folder in front of her, Brittany was confronted with numerous artists’ sketches of the men and women purported to be committing the crimes. The sketches depicted persons appearing to be of South American descent. The women as well as the men looked quite dangerous. Beneath the pages of sketches were crime reports filed by some of the victims. Glancing over the first report, she noticed the term “heavily armed with automatic weapons” mentioned several times. Brit continued to read while Brad rattled on about some of the attacks. “The four of you need to meet up in Miami this Friday morning.” Brad stated. “The agency’s already taken care of your travel plans. There’ll be a boat waiting for you at the Seaspray Marina. You’ll take the boat and head out towards the Bahamas.” “Brittany, according to your employment profile you’ve got experience at boating, so you’ll be responsible for the operation of the boat.” Brad added. Brittany had grown up on a lake in Kentucky. Being out on the water had been the one thing she enjoyed more than anything ……. except for sex! The ocean was going to be much different than being on a lake. Having to deal with waves and tides would be something she’d have to learn on her own and learn quickly. “Kent, I need you to take care of the weapons and ammo.” Brad said, looking at the handsome, young man sitting next to Brittany. Brittany looked up from her dossier long enough to take a good look at Kent. A slight smile formed on her face as she returned to reading the file. Kent was twenty-eight, two years older than Brit. Clean-shaven with dark brown hair, his bright green eyes and pleasant smile highlighted his facial features. Kent’s athletic build was enhanced by his tan, tailored suit. He was definitely a person who prided himself in his looks and physical stature. After assigning menial duties to the other two people, Dave and Cheryl, Brad rose from his chair and walked towards the door. He briefly turned back to the four people sitting at the table. “For all our sake, none of you better fuck up.” Langley said threateningly. “It’ll mean all our asses if you do.” Langley slammed the door behind him. The four people remained sitting at the table, looking at each other more than the folders in front of them. “Well, what now?” Kent asked. “I don’t know about the rest of you but I could go for some lunch.” Dave mused. “I missed breakfast.” Dave was about the same age as Brittany, twenty-six. He appeared to be trying his best to attain the “Don Johnson” look but he wasn’t having much luck, looking more like an out of work bum. At least his clothing was clean and neat. Dave’s background with the agency had been escorting federal prisoners to and from court appearances. Cheryl had more field experience than the other three. Doing crime scene investigations and interviewing witnesses were her specialty. She was the youngest of the group at twenty-five. Cheryl was 5’7” tall with shoulder-length brown hair. She was quite attractive with a body most of her coworkers would kill for, especially her breasts, which Brittany wondered about. Dave was fascinated with her but he was subtly keeping his attentions hidden. “I’ve got work to get done before Friday.” Brittany said. “I’ll see you all at the Marina, Friday morning.” Rising from her chair, Brit exited the office. Deciding to grab a quick smoke before returning to her cramped office, she exited the rear of the building near the employee parking lot. Shortly after lighting up her cigarette, Kent came out of the building. “Hey, see you Friday in Miami.” He said, smiling as he walked slowly past Brittany. “Yeah, see you then.” Brit responded, offering him a soft smile. Watching him walk towards his car, her eyes focused on his physique. His well-tailored suit fit him perfectly, outlining every curve and angle of his athletic body. “This assignment may prove to be more interesting than dangerous.” She thought. “Let’s just hope we all don’t get killed catching these bad-asses.” Brittany wrapped up her work, early Thursday morning. Her flight from DFW International Airport to Miami was scheduled to depart at 4:10pm. With her luggage already packed, it was just a matter of driving to the airport and getting checked in. Brittany’s flight would land in Miami shortly after 6:30pm. Arriving at the Bentley Hotel on Ocean Drive, Brittany checked into her room. Grabbing a quick shower and ordering dinner from Room Service, she reviewed the information packet on the boat she would be in charge of. The 2003 Cabo forty-eight foot cruiser was powered by twin diesel engines. The cruiser had two staterooms, two complete bathrooms and a fully furnished galley. Sorting through the pictures, Brittany was pleasantly surprised at the ultimate luxury the boat offered. Twice the length of anything she’d ever controlled before, she wasn’t as skeptical as she had been initially. Brittany spent the rest of the evening watching television and reading the assignment folder one more time. She’d looked at the folder so often she practically had the faces of the suspects memorized as well as all the information. Arriving at the Seaspray Marina early Friday morning, Brittany was the first one there. Checking in with the manager, she acquired the keys and directions to where the boat was docked. Carrying her luggage down the narrow pier, she curiously surveyed the other luxury boats and yachts. She fathomed how much money was sitting there in the water. Most of the boats approached the million-dollar price tag; some were a million dollar plus. After stowing her gear on board, Brittany strolled around the boat, familiarizing herself with every square foot. It was even more luxurious than the photographs had depicted. Deciding to check out the engine room, Brit lowered herself into the engine compartment. The twin diesel engines provided over a thousand horsepower combined. Brit looked for signs of possible engine problems but didn’t find anything. The entire compartment was spotless. Checking the on-board generator, she was satisfied the boat’s mechanical condition was excellent. Climbing out of the compartment and wiping her hands off, Brit spotted Kent walking down the pier. He was pushing a two-wheel cart with several boxes along with his luggage on it. Brittany stepped onto the dock and waved her arm to get his attention. Seeing her at a distance, Kent waved back. His pace quickened as he approached the boat. “Looks like you’ve got enough armament to supply a small army.” Brittany quipped. “Well, since we may be up against a small army, I thought it best to come well prepared.” He responded, grinning. Brittany helped Kent get the boxes loaded on board the boat. Setting his luggage in the living area of the boat, the two stowed the automatic weapons and handguns safely away. “What’s your weapon of choice?” Kent inquired. “I prefer the Glock 21, 45 automatic over anything I’ve tried.” Brittany quickly responded. “I sometimes carry a 25 caliber derringer in a leg holster under my skirt.” “Hmmmm! Lucky gun!” Kent exclaimed, grinning. “Maybe you should have been in charge of the weapons as well as the boat.” “No thanks.” Brittany replied. “This boat’s going to be more than enough for me to manage.” Kent stood looking around at the boat, noticing all its luxuries. “This is one hell of a boat!” He exclaimed. “Wonder how the agency acquired it?” “Hard telling, probably a drug bust or something.” Brittany surmised. It was almost noon before Dave and Cheryl showed up at the marina. The two arrived together in the same taxi. Both Kent and Brittany noticed their arrival and their behavior from a distance. “Wonder if those two are gonna be more trouble than help?” Kent muttered. “We probably need to keep a close eye on both of them.” Brittany, not saying a word, nodded her head in agreement. Watching them walk along the pier, the two acted more like honeymooners than team members. “Hey guys!” Cheryl shouted. “Sorry we’re late. Got held up in traffic.” “Would you check out this fuckin boat!” Dave exclaimed. “Hope the beds are comfortable!” After getting their luggage stowed on board the four sat down to plan their trip. It was decided the team would make it to Freeport for the first night’s stay. Departing early the following morning, Brittany would steer the boat into the area south of the islands where most of the attacks had taken place. There, they would set up their decoy location in hopes of attracting the “pirates”. “What about the accommodations?” Dave asked. “With two staterooms, who’s sleeping with whom?” His question was one that was also on Brittany’s mind. Hesitant to speak, she left it up to the guys to decide. “Dave and I can share a stateroom, Cheryl and Brittany can share the other.” Kent spoke, breaking the silence. “Cheryl and I prefer to share the same stateroom.” Dave responded. “Is that going to cause a problem?” “No. I don’t mind sleeping on the couch.” Kent replied. “I’m sure Brittany won’t mind me stowing my luggage in her stateroom.” “It’s ok with me.” Brittany said. “At least one of us is going to have to be standing guard at all times, especially at night.” Brittany started the twin diesel engines, letting them warm up till they smoothed out. Kent and Dave standing on the dock, cast off the lines. When the guys had safely stepped onboard, Brit eased the throttles back, gently maneuvering the forty-eight foot cruiser away from the dock. Spinning the wheel around, the cruiser came about heading towards the marina’s exit. Brittany eased the throttles forward and the boat proceeded slowly past the rows of luxurious cruisers. Slowly making it’s way through the narrow channel, the boat responded immediately to every command from the cockpit. Brittany felt at ease handling the large watercraft although she was still apprehensive about the assignment and two of the team’s members. Dave and Cheryl seemed more interested in spending time with each other and making the whole thing into some sort of vacation. They weren’t taking anything seriously, not a good sign. Once out into the open sea, Brittany headed southwest towards Freeport in the Bahamas. Kent stepped down into the galley bringing back two iced soft drinks. He set one down next to Brittany, standing at the controls. “Thought you might be getting thirsty.” He said. Brittany lit up a cigarette and took a sip of the soft drink. “Thanks. My throat was getting a little dry.” Brittany responded. “What are the other two up to?” “Not sure.” Kent replied. “They’re down in their stateroom with the door closed.” “We’d probably be better off if it was just the two of us.” Brittany stated. “They’re not going to be of much help.” “Two extra shooters.” Kent said. “If it comes to that, which it probably will.” “My girlfriend back home would have really had a fit if she knew I was out on a boat with another girl.” He added. “She didn’t take the news about this assignment too well the way it was.” “Well, I can understand how she’d probably feel.” Brittany commented, not too happy hearing he had a girlfriend he was probably serious about. “You engaged?” She asked. “Or just dating.” “Kind of seriously dating.” He replied. “I think she wants to get married. She’s been giving out those subtle hints. Know what I mean.” “I can imagine.” Brittany spoke. “Certainly not something I’ve ever considered.” “Never found someone you thought seriously about?” Kent inquired. “Nope, never.” Brittany boldly replied. “I’m not one who’s into monogamous relationships.” “It might not be a bad idea if I got you familiar with the controls.” She added, quickly changing the subject. “In case something should happen to me.” Kent’s face quickly turned serious, almost worried, hearing Brittany’s remark. Brittany stepped aside, allowing Kent to stand behind the boat’s numerous levers and gauges. Detailing what each gauge measured and what each lever and switch controlled, she educated Kent on the boat’s operation. Dave and Cheryl emerged from their stateroom. Cheryl was straightening up her hair and primping. She was wearing a bright orange thong bikini. The top barely covered her nipples, let alone her ample breasts. Kent’s eyes stared at her breasts, obviously having been through augmentation. Dave followed Cheryl up to the main deck. He was wearing a Speedo-style swimsuit, which outlined his cock and buttocks. “Thought we’d change clothes and lay out in the sun.” Cheryl stated. “No sense in taking this assignment too seriously just yet.” Passing by Kent and Brittany, the two made their way out onto the front deck of the cruiser. Kent stared at Cheryl’s butt till she spread her towel out on the deck and lay down. Noticing Brittany was watching him stare at Cheryl’s ass, he quickly turned his attentions back to the control panel. “Quite an ass, wouldn’t you say!” Kent exclaimed. “Which one?” Brittany smarted, slightly grinning. Kent and Brittany sat down in the leather seats in the cruiser’s cockpit. Looking out over the front of the boat, they could see Dave and Cheryl fondling and groping each other. Their actions seemed to bother Kent more than Brit. Dave untied Cheryl’s bikini top exposing her hard breasts. Tossing it aside, he squeezed and massaged her bared breasts causing her to squeal with delight. The two acted like teenagers about to have sex for the first time. “They should have stayed in their stateroom.” Kent muttered, smiling slightly. “Let them have their fun now while they can.” Brit responded. “If things get rough and tough, they won’t have any time for it later on.” The cruiser proceeded through the calm sea, making Freeport by late afternoon. Slowing easing the boat into the marina, Brit slipped the boat up to the fueling station. After topping off both fuel tanks, she and Kent moved the boat to a dock at the far end of the marina. Dave and Cheryl had headed towards the marina’s store for souvenirs leaving them alone with the boat. “We’ll stay here for the evening and leave early in the morning for the south side of the islands.” Brittany stated. Kent tied the boat off to the dock. Brittany killed the twin diesel engines. The gentle sounds of water slapping against the side of the boat made everything seem very calm. Looking back towards the marina’s store, Kent saw Dave and Cheryl hurrying towards them carrying several plastic bags. Stepping onto the boat and setting their bags filled with souvenirs down, they seemed quite excited. “Another boat got attacked last night.” Dave stated, excitedly. “Not far off the south end of the Andros Islands.” “We heard them talking about it in the store.” Cheryl added. “Three women were kidnapped and their husbands were shot up pretty bad, one of them may not live.” “There’s something more than just robberies occurring!” Brittany exclaimed, looking in Kent’s direction. “Why are they taking female captives? There was no mention of ransoms in the crime reports.” “Did you hear if anyone got a description of the men or not?” Kent asked Dave. “Didn’t hear anything about descriptions.” Dave replied, shaking his head. His voice sounded nervous. “We better get our shit together before we pull out in the morning.” Kent stated. “Won’t hurt to be prepared.” That evening while Cheryl and Dave prepared dinner, Brittany and Kent walked along the docks checking out the other boats. “Mind telling me what you’re looking for?” Kent asked. “Probably a waste of time really but I’m looking for boats that might match the description given by some of the victims.” Brit answered. “There’s so many marinas and so damn many boats that could be suspect.” “Besides, I just wanted to get away from Dave and Cheryl for awhile.” She added, grinning. “Those two make me nervous. They’re both scared stiff.” Bikini And A Badge Ch. 01 “Yeah, I noticed that.” Kent responded. “If the bullets start flying, they’re going to be busy looking for cover rather than fighting back.” Returning to the cruiser, Cheryl was setting the table for dinner. Dave, standing in the galley, was putting the finishing touches on the food. Enjoying their dinner, the four remained quiet, not conversing with each other. After dinner and cleaning up the galley, the team adjourned to the rear deck of the boat. Sipping on chilled red wine, they discussed the next day’s plan. Dave and Cheryl had seemed to regain their composure. Late in the evening, Dave and Cheryl retired to their stateroom. Brittany decided to take a quick shower before turning in. Kent showered right after Brittany was finished. Sitting in her stateroom, Brittany checked both her Glock 21 pistols and 25-caliber derringer. Hearing a soft knock on her door, she pulled her short robe around her to answer it. “Just wanted to make sure you were alright before I turned in.” Kent whispered, standing in the doorway wearing gym shorts. “I’m ok. Just checking my weapons.” Brittany responded, keeping her voice low. “See you in the morning.” Kent started to close Brittany’s stateroom door but she pushed it open, not wanting to feel too enclosed. With the miniature light over her bed barely illuminating the book she was reading she could see out into the living area. She noticed Kent wasn’t having much luck falling asleep. He was turning every few minutes or so. The sounds of moaning coming from the adjoining stateroom didn’t help matters any. Dave and Cheryl had been going at it since they’d turned in. They were acting like honeymooners more than agents on a dangerous assignment. At least their bed wasn’t pounding against the wall! Brittany noticed Kent get up from the couch and walk out onto the rear deck. Grabbing her robe, she slipped it on, cinching it around her. Lighting up a cigarette, she proceeded towards the deck. “Can’t sleep?” She murmured, walking up behind Kent. “I guess.” He replied, turning around quickly. “Maybe I’m just not sleepy. What about you? Aren’t you sleepy either?” “I can sleep, just wanted to make sure you were alright.” Brittany responded. “Wouldn’t want anything to happen to you now.” “It’s just been awhile since I’ve had to sleep alone.” He stated. “I’m used to holding Carrie in my arms at night.” “Carrie’s your girlfriend, I take it.” Brittany murmured. “Yeah.” Kent replied. “We kinda live together.” “Well. If you want to sleep in my stateroom, it’s alright with me.” Brit offered, trying to make it sound casual and jokingly. “I won’t tell anyone.” “Sure you won’t mind?” Kent inquired. Not replying to his question, Brittany tossed her cigarette into the water. Walking back to her stateroom, Kent followed close behind. Turning off the miniature overhead light, Brit loosened her robe, slipping it off. With just a hint of moonlight illuminating the stateroom, Kent could barely see Brit standing next to the bed just wearing white bikini panties. Slipping into bed, he lay on his back. Brittany stretched out next to him, snuggling in close. Kent put his arm around her, holding her tightly. Brit’s hand resting on his bare chest, could feel his heart beating rapidly. “Your heart always beat so fast?” She whispered. “Or is it just my imagination?” “I think it’s just being in bed with you.“ He replied, putting his hand over Brittany’s. Gradually, Kent’s heart rate slowed. With Kent’s body resting next to hers, Brittany slowly drifted off to sleep. Kent finally relaxed enough to fall asleep with his arm holding her. Waking in the middle of the night, she found herself still in Kent’s embrace. Easing her hand slowly down over Kent’s tummy, she gently brushed it over his gym shorts. Feeling his cock beneath the cotton material, she rubbed her hand over it lightly. Kent’s cock slowly hardened, growing beneath his shorts. Brittany was careful not to wake him, not sure of what his reaction might be. Lightly squeezing his hard cock, she was pleasantly surprised at its size. Afraid she was approaching the point of waking him, Brittany withdrew her hand, placing it back on Kent’s bare chest. “Aren’t you going to finish what you started?” Kent whispered in the darkness. “I …… I didn’t mean to wake you.” Brittany apologized. “Sorry.” Hesitating for a few moments, Brittany put her hand back on Kent’s cock. It was still rock hard! Slipping her hand beneath his shorts, she held his warm manmeat firmly. She could feel it pulsating in her hand. Kent pulled the thin sheet off them, exposing Brittany’s hand inside his gym shorts. Brittany released his cock and pushed his gym shorts down till they were around his ankles. Kent’s magnificent cock stood fully erect. Holding his dick near the base, Brittany put her lips on the head, kissing it with her wetted lips. Flicking her tongue out, she teased him. Kent tried to muffle his soft moans. Brittany’s mouth slipped over the head of his cock, sucking on it. Sliding more of his cock into her hungry mouth, she licked his cock as she bobbed her head slowly up and down. Brittany could feel the pulsation against the inside of her mouth. Not wanting to get Kent off too soon, she kept her sucking mouth lightly working on his cock. With her hand, she eased his legs apart so she could massage his heated balls. Kent was muttering and moaning softly. Brittany teased and sucked his cock till her lips were puffed. Gently continuing to rub his balls, she sucked harder and faster, taking as much of his hard cock in her mouth as she could. Feeling Kent was nearing his climax; she stroked his cock hard and fast. Kent spewed his hot cum in her mouth, splashing against the back of Brittany’s throat. She swallowed one big glob of cum, then another as she stroked his cock faster. Kent’s hands gripped the sheets, pulling on them. Brit kept sucking on his cock till she felt his body relax. Licking his cock clean, she gently nibbled at the head of his cock with her soft lips. Kent’s spent body lay motionless. Brittany licked her lips clean. Stretching out against his warm body, she rested her hand on his chest. Kent’s heart was pounding hard. He reached over, pulling the cotton sheet to cover them. Not saying a word, the two drifted back off to sleep. Waking together shortly after sunrise, Kent pulled on his gym shorts while Brittany slipped on her short robe. Stepping out of their stateroom, they entered the galley. Brittany put on fresh coffee and lit up her first cigarette of the day. “You know those things are bad for you, don’t you?” Kent kidded her. “Yeah, I know.” Brittany responded. “Let’s just hope they’re my death and not a bullet.” “Speaking of which.” She added. “If we get into trouble and these bad-asses get the drop on us, I don’t want you or Dave trying to pull off any heroics. More than likely, it’ll only get you killed.” “I’m not going down without a fight especially if you’re in danger.” Kent stated. “I’m not about to let anything happen to you.” “Oh for Christ’s sake.” Brittany retorted. “One fuckin blowjob and you’re out to play Galahad.” “That had nothing to do with it.” Kent said with a raised voice. “Blowjob! Who got a blowjob?” Cheryl asked, her face displaying a big grin. Neither Kent nor Brittany had noticed her enter the galley. Surprised, both of them looked in the direction of her voice. “I’ll say one thing.” Cheryl quipped, looking at Kent. “You look a little more relaxed this morning.” Not saying another word, the three of them sat on the rear deck of the boat sipping coffee. Kent finally broke the silence. “Where’s Dave, still in bed?” He asked. “Yeah, guess he’s worn out from all the really great sex.” Cheryl kidded. “Don’t think he’s used to it. Takes a helluva man to take care of me!” Dave finally came out to join them after searching through the galley for something to eat. He and Cheryl decided to make a quick trip into town to stock up on provisions before heading out. Brittany proceeded to her stateroom to get dressed. After putting on her black bikini and fixing her hair, she headed back up on deck carrying her Glock 21 pistol in its shoulder holster. Hanging it on a hook convenient to the cockpit, she took out her binoculars to scan the horizon. Kent, dressed in his swim trunks, joined her. He avoided eye contact with her at first. “Whatcha looking for?” He finally asked. “Dave and Cheryl.” “Sorta.” Brittany answered. “They’re coming back down the dock. I’m actually looking at that Cigarette boat docked at the fuel station. The one named Fast and Furious” Handing the binoculars to Kent, he took them scanning in the direction of the fuel pumps. “What makes that boat especially different from the others just like it?” He asked. “It’s not the boat so much as it is the passengers.” Brittany replied. “Two of the men were wearing camouflage caps. Not your usual attire for the Bahamas.” “Did you get a look at their faces?” Kent inquired. “No!” Brittany answered. “Their faces were shaded but I did notice they hadn’t shaved in a few days.” “You think they’re the ones we’re looking for?” He asked. “Maybe.” Brittany replied. “At least they’re suspect.” Dave and Cheryl made their way back to the boat carting the provisions they’d purchased. After stowing everything away, Brittany fired up the diesel engines. When they idled smoothly, Kent and Dave cast off the lines. Slowly cruising out of the marina, Kent and Brittany carefully scrutinized the Cigarette boat and its passengers as they passed by. Once out into the open sea, Brittany headed the boat south. Slowly cruising between the Bimini Islands and the Berry Islands, she steered the boat towards Nassau. The Andros Islands lay not far off their starboard side. Stopping within site of Nassau, Brittany scanned the horizon behind them for the Cigarette boat to see if it was following them. All she could see were other cruisers and yachts, no powerboats. “Mind telling us what you’re looking for? Dave inquired. “It’s broad daylight. I don’t recall any of the reports saying the attacks took place during the daytime.” “Just curious about one of the boats we saw back in Freeport.” Kent replied. “A Cigarette boat with some suspicious looking passengers on board.” Brittany went below deck to her stateroom. Booting up her laptop computer, she searched her files for an updated list of stolen boats from the Miami and Keys area. The Fast and Furious wasn’t on the list. The possibility that it might be stolen from another port crossed her mind. Then again, it may not be stolen at all. Returning to the cockpit of the cruiser, Brittany started the engines. Dave and Cheryl were lying out on the front deck enjoying the sun. “Want me to drive for awhile?” Kent inquired. “I could use the experience.” “Sure.” Brittany replied. “Let’s head southeast till we’re well east of the Andros Islands. Dave acknowledging her suggestion, steered the boat back out to the open sea. Brittany strolled back to the rear deck. Lighting up a cigarette, she casually surveyed Kent’s body from the back. His swim trunks fit loose enough to hide the contours of his cute butt so Brittany had to use her imagination a little, fantasizing about his taut and well formed butt. Kent occasionally looked back at Brittany lounging at the rear of the boat. After about thirty minutes of traveling southeast, he shut off the engines and let the cruiser come to a stop, floating gently on the calm sea. Approaching Brittany, he found her half asleep. She awoke with a start, scaring both of them. “You want to drop anchor or just let it float?” Kent asked. “Let it float. I doubt if the anchor chain is long enough to grab hold of anything.” Brittany replied. “How about I fix some lunch?” He asked. “You hungry?” “Yeah, I could eat a sandwich or something.” Brittany responded. After fixing sandwiches for everyone, the team gathered on the rear deck. Sitting under the canopy, the warm breezes felt great wafting across them. After lunch, Brittany scanned the horizon and checked the radar screen for any other boats nearby. All the other boats in the area were at a great distance from them and not traveling in their direction. “I’m going below and take a nap.” Brittany said to the others. “I’ll take the first watch this evening.” Entering her stateroom, Brittany closed the door and pulled the heavy curtains across the small windows blocking out the sun. Stretching out on the bed, she lay on her tummy. A few minutes later her stateroom door opened. “What’s the matter?” Brittany mumbled, not looking over her shoulder to see who it was. “I just wanted to clarify something.” Kent said, speaking softly. “About the Galahad remark you made earlier this morning.” “Forget it.” Brittany muttered. “I didn’t really mean it. It just slipped out. I just don’t want you getting hurt or killed trying to be heroic.” Kent came around to the side of the bed and sat down. Untying the knots on Brittany’s bikini top he flipped them aside. “Whatta you think you’re doing?” Brittany inquired. Kent didn’t reply to her question. Sliding his hands down to her waist, he untied the bottom of Brittany’s bikini. After waiting a brief moment for her to object, he pulled the bikini off, exposing her bare butt. Getting up from the bed, he shoved his swim trunks to the floor, stepping out of them. His cock was already hard and throbbing, anxious to be sheathed inside Brittany’s pussy. “Want me to stop?” He quipped. “Stop what?” Brittany replied. “You haven’t done anything yet.” Kent rolled Brittany over onto her back, swiftly tossing her bikini top to the floor before she could cover herself. Leaning over her, he pressed his lips lightly to hers, kissing her softly. Brittany restrained herself from reacting but her lips had minds of their own. Ardently returning his kiss, her hands raised to hold onto his arms. Their kisses grew more passionate. Kent’s protruding tongue penetrated Brittany’s moist lips. Briskly swirling his tongue inside her mouth, he aroused Brittany’s inner passions. Brittany’s body betrayed her true feelings. Squirming on the bed, Kent’s lips trailed over her neck, lightly nibbling her skin. Tingles of pleasure created soft, almost silent moans. Her body tensed feeling Kent’s lips placing hot kisses on her firm breasts. Her slightly opened eyes glanced down as his teeth pulled gently on her erect nipples. Feeling Kent’s hot breath lower on her body, it fluttered over her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Kent’s strong hands parted her legs just enough for him to put his mouth on the damp lips of her pussy. Her body flinched uncontrollably when his tongue began licking up and down her pussy. Spreading her legs farther apart, Kent’s hands held her firmly to his mouth. Working his tongue inside her pussy, Brittany orgasmed almost immediately. Her body quivered till the orgasm gradually subsided. She begged for him to stop but her words went unheeded. Kent wasn’t about to stop making love to Brittany. “Kenttttttt stoppppppp ………… pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee” She begged. With Kent sucking on her clit, Brittany screamed out loud as another incredible orgasm consumed her tensed body. She pressed the back of Kent’s head hard to her pussy. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Ggggggggggggggg” She screamed. “Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” Kent’s mouth kissed her pussy, licking the flowing juices seeping from her drenched pussy. Rising above her, he positioned himself between her legs. Bringing her knees up to his waist, he pressed his steel hard cock into her pussy. Slipping the head of his cock just inside her pussy, Brittany’s eyes opened wide. The feeling of her pussy being stretched was awesome. With her hands grasping his upper arms, she pulled him towards her, wanting his cock to fully impale her. Kent worked his cock slowly in and out of Brittany’s wanton pussy, watching more and more of it sink deeper and deeper. His body and mind felt consumed by ultimate pleasure. Fucking slowly and gently into Brittany, he wanted their copulation to last forever. Brittany could feel a mind-blowing orgasm building insider her. She begged Kent to fuck her hard, as hard as he could. Kent pounded his cock into her, slamming his huge balls against her ass with every stroke. Brittany’s mouth gaped open, her orgasm so intense she screamed Kent’s name aloud. Kent’s cock exploded his cum deep inside Brit’s pussy. Fucking her with all his strength, he pounded her pussy till he lost control and collapsed. Lying on top of Brittany, their hearts pounded furiously against each other’s. The breathing was labored and sporadic. After taking a long period of time to recuperate, Kent managed to roll off of Brittany. Their bodies soaked with perspiration, dampened the cotton sheets. Feeling the air conditioner blowing its chilled air over them, it revived them enough to speak to each other. “That was incredible.” Kent muttered. “Sex has never been that good.” “What about your girlfriend, Carrie?” Brittany mumbled. “Surely you enjoy sex with her.” “Yeah, but never this great.” He responded. “I felt like we were just one person instead of two.” Brittany felt the same way but she didn’t want to admit it. She knew full well, the two would part for good as soon as their assignment was over. She didn’t want to form a special bond between them and have it torn apart later on. Exiting the stateroom, Brittany headed for one of the bathrooms for a quick shower. Passing by Dave, sitting in the living area of the boat, she didn’t care that he saw her completely naked. Returning to the stateroom, she found Kent waiting for her. Stretching out alongside him, she quickly dozed off feeling safe and secure in his arms. It was almost 9:00pm when Brittany woke up. She was alone in the stateroom. Quickly getting dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, she rushed to the rear deck of the cruiser. Dave, Cheryl and Kent were sitting on the L-shaped lounge sipping wine. “How about some wine?” Kent offered. “No thanks. Think I’ll get a cold beer.” Brittany responded. “My throat’s parched.” “Probably from all that screaming!” Cheryl exclaimed with a big grin on her face. “I think you scared all the fish away!” Dave chimed in. “Probably none for miles now.” Although their remarks embarrassed Brittany, she had to admit they were probably right. Sex with Kent had been the best ever for her. It was also special, not just a “hit and run”. Returning to the deck of the cruiser, she sat down next to Kent on the lounge. Taking a big swallow of the cold beer she scanned over the horizon as the sun quickly set behind her. “Have any boats come by close to us?” Brittany asked. “No, none at all.” Dave replied. “I used your binoculars to keep an eye out. Seems like it’s just us out here.” After Dave and Cheryl turned in for the night, Kent heated up dinner for Brittany. Sitting at the diningroom table, he watched her eat. “If you’ve got something on your mind, I wish you’d say it.” Brittany spoke. “I don’t really have anything to say.” Kent replied. “I just enjoy being close to you.” “I’ll wake you about 3:00am.” She stated, wanting to change the subject. “You can take over the watch till morning.” After clearing off the table and cleaning up the galley, Brittany got out her nightvision binoculars, setting them alongside the radar screen. Checking the rotating satellite positioned on the top of the boat, she relaxed in the boat’s cockpit. Turning off the boat’s running lights, she settled in for her watch. With the running lights off, it would make it difficult for the pirates to see her before she spotted them. The brightly lit radar screen illuminated the cockpit enough for Brittany to continue reading her book, a mystery novel by one of her favorite authors. The radar screen blipped once, startling her. Watching the scan pass several more times, she assumed it was probably just a large fish, possibly a shark, swimming near the water’s surface for an instance. At least, she knew the radar was working properly. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 01 At 3:00am Brittany’s watch was over but she didn’t feel sleepy. Deciding to let Kent sleep, she continued her watch till the sun started to rise over the port side of the cruiser around 5:30am. Slipping down into the galley, she prepared a fresh pot of coffee. Easing the door open to the stateroom, she heard Kent snoring softly. He was clutching a pillow tight against his chest. “Hey, wake up.” She whispered in his ear, shaking him gently. “Ok, ok, give me a minute.” Kent mumbled. “What time is it?” “It’s almost 6:00am.” Brittany replied. “I let you sleep in.” Kent slipped out of bed and headed for the bathroom. After showering and shaving, he dressed in jeans and a sport shirt. Brittany was waiting for him in the galley. Pouring him a cup of coffee the two strolled out onto the rear deck. “Anything happen last night?” Kent asked. “The radar blipped once or twice way off in the distance.” Brittany responded. “Other than that it was quiet.” “If it’s quiet today, I think we should move farther to the east, maybe south of Long Island, close to its coastline.” “You think we should go east instead of west towards the Andros Islands?” Kent inquired. “Yeah, I think so.” Brittany responded. “Several of the attacks occurred south of Long Island and Crooked Island.” After Dave and Cheryl joined them for breakfast, Brittany decided to catch up on some sleep. Stretching out on the bed, she finally relaxed enough to drift off. Waking up early in the afternoon, Brittany discussed her plans to move the boat south of Long Island just off the coast to set up the decoy operation. Dave and Cheryl readily agreed since it had been quiet for the past twenty-four hours where they were. Cruising towards Long Island, she cut power to the engines as soon as she saw the island’s coastline off in the distance. Checking her radar screen to see if it picked up the jagged landmark, she was satisfied with their location. Cheryl and Dave prepared dinner while Kent and Brittany checked out equipment for the night’s watch. While dining, Cheryl suggested two people be on watch instead of just one. It wasn’t a bad idea in case one of them fell asleep. Dave volunteered himself and Cheryl to take the first half of the watch. Kent and Brittany would take over at 3:00am till sunrise. That night, Brittany fell asleep in Kent’s arms. Feeling the warmth of his body against hers, she felt safe and secure. Kent’s breath on the back of her neck tingled her body. Within a few hours her feelings of security would change. Shortly before 2:00am, Cheryl burst into their stateroom and turned on the lights. “We’ve got a boat approaching pretty fast!” She shouted. “You can hear the roar of its engines!” Kent and Brittany jumped out of bed and ran to the deck, not bothering to get dressed. Grabbing the nightvision binoculars she scanned the water listening to the approaching boat’s engine closing in on them. “Looks like four men and one female!” Brittany exclaimed. “Dave, turn on the lantern on the bow.” Kent ran down to the lower level of the boat, returning with three AK47 assault weapons. He handed one to Brittany, the other to Cheryl. When the powerboat was fairly close to them, the driver cut its engines back to an idle. “Fire off the light flare!” Kent shouted. Dave fired off the gun, which projected a brightly lit flare into the sky. As it drifted down slowly, the flare illuminated the sea in front of them. A Checkmate powerboat sat drifting in the water less than a hundred yards off the port side. The passengers were dressed in camouflage attire and heavily armed with weapons similar to theirs. A shot rang out, shooting out the lantern at the cruiser’s bow. Without anyone giving a command, the trio of AK47’s opened fire on the Checkmate boat and its passengers. They kept the triggers tightly squeezed till the magazines were empty. The camouflaged assailants managed to get off a few rounds before their boat exploded in a huge ball of fire. The explosion lit up the entire area. Pieces of debris rained down on the water in front of them. By the time the flare hit the water, all that was left of the scene was fuel burning off on top of the water. Tossing her assault weapon to the floor, Brittany fired up the engines. Slamming the throttle levers forward and spinning the wheel around sharply, she steered the boat well away from the scene. Looking frequently back over her shoulder, she sped across the water. Watching the radar screen intently for obstacles in the water, she kept the boat at full throttle until total darkness surrounded them. Her adrenalin was still pumping when she throttled back the cruiser to an idle. Taking a deep breath, she looked at the rest of the team. All of them were sitting on the lounge, their fingers gripping the soft leather upholstery in fear. “That was too fucking close!” Dave exclaimed. “They were almost on top of us!” Bikini And A Badge Ch. 02 Brittany’s rush of adrenalin was falling from its peak. She was still fuming mad. “How the fuck did they get so damn close?” She shouted at Dave and Cheryl. “The radar screen picked up the coastline. It should have picked up that fucking boat as soon as it was a quarter mile from shore.” “Well …………. we weren’t watching the radar screen.” Cheryl replied, her face still flushed. “We were distracted. “Distracted!” Brittany exclaimed. “You still should have heard the blips. I’ve got the speakers turned up.” Dave and Cheryl looked at each other trying to come up with an excuse but the pair remained at a loss for words. “Nice ass.” Dave remarked, staring at Brittany. “Love the black panties.” Looking down at herself, Brittany realized she’d fought the battle and sped the boat to safety without getting dressed. Embarrassed, she made a halfhearted attempt to cover her bare breasts with her arm. Realizing it would be stupid to cover up now, she stood in front of them partially naked. “Why don’t you two turn in?” Brittany suggested, starting to get over her anger. “Kent and I will keep watch till sunrise.” “Sorry. We didn’t mean to mess up.” Dave apologized. “It won’t happen again.” Brittany didn’t respond to their apology. Crossing her arms in front of her, she looked out into the darkness past the couple. Dave and Cheryl descended to the lower deck proceeding to their stateroom. “Don’t you think you were a little hard on them?” Kent asked. “They were probably taking a moment to themselves.” “Moment hell!” Brittany responded. “Those two haven’t stopped fucking since we left the meeting back in Dallas.” “I’ll put on some coffee.” Dave quipped. “Maybe it’ll help calm your nerves.” Brittany searched the cockpit for her cigarettes. Lighting one, she settled back on the leather lounge. A few minutes later, Kent came from the galley with two cups of hot coffee. Sitting next to Brittany, he put his arm around her, pulling her in close to him. “We’re going to need to change our plans.” Brittany muttered. “We need to fall back and regroup.” “Why don’t you get your mind off this assignment for awhile?” Kent suggested. “We’ve been through alot. We can all use a break, don’t you think?” “Yeah, I guess.” Brittany replied. “Maybe we should hit one of the ports for a day or two.” “Nassau would be nice.” Kent remarked. “Always wanted to see what it was like.” “Ok, Nassau it is.” Brittany responded, agreeing with his suggestion.” Finishing her cigarette and coffee, Brittany stretched out on the lounge. Falling asleep within moments, she wasn’t awakened till the distant thunder clapped shortly after sunrise. Brittany jumped to a sitting position on the lounge. Kent was standing along the port side of the cruiser looking off towards the west. “Looks like a big storm coming in.” He stated. “Those clouds are really low.” “I’m going below and get dressed.” Brittany said. “Get the engines fired up right away!” Kent didn’t question her command. Stepping behind the cockpit controls, he started both diesel engines, letting them settle into their familiar rumbling idle. Returning to the deck, Brittany glanced at the quickly approaching storm. Standing at the controls, she moved the throttle levers forward, spinning the wheel sharply around till the cruiser was heading northeast. Once the boat planed out on the water, Brittany pushed the throttles levers all the way forward. “Why the hurry?” Kent curiously asked. “You worried about getting wet?” “That’s no normal storm behind us.” Brittany responded. “That’s a tropical squall. I don’t want to get caught out on the open water.” “Oh shit!” Kent exclaimed. “What do you need me to do?” “Get out the lifejackets, the good ones!” Brittany commanded. “Better wake up Dave and Cheryl too. Put anything that’s loose away below deck.” Kent ran down the stairs through the living area towards Dave and Cheryl’s stateroom. Finding the two already getting dressed, he proceeded to the galley to put things away. “What’s going on?” Dave shouted, entering the galley. “Tropical squall!” Kent answered. “Brit’s trying to make it to a port!” “Grab your lifejackets just in case.” Kent added, his excitement evident in his loud voice. Cheryl and Dave hurriedly put on their lifejackets. Neither one of them knew how to swim. Ascending the steps to the deck, they found Brittany at the helm, her hands firmly gripping the wheel. The dark, swirling clouds were approaching faster than the forty-eight foot cruiser could outrun them. The air temperature had dropped to almost a chill aided by the gusting winds. “Cheryl!” Brittany shouted. “Come over here and take over the helm.” Cheryl hesitated for a moment before stepping up next to Brittany. Grasping the wheel with both hands, her fingers locked around it tightly. “Keep it on this heading!” Brittany shouted, pointing to the compass and numbered directional gauges on the panel. “I’ll be right back.” Cheryl held the wheel on course as directed. Looking over her shoulder, she watched Brittany open the hatch to the engine compartment. Within a few moments the cruiser lunged to the port side. Cheryl fought the wheel hard, bringing it back on course. Feeling the cruiser pull hard to starboard, she braced her feet to assist in getting the cruiser headed in the right direction. “Dave! Dave!” Cheryl screamed. “I need help!” Brittany pulled herself up from the engine compartment, slamming the hatch shut. Dave and Kent were just coming up on deck. The swirling clouds had almost surrounded them. The rain was coming down in torrents behind them, blown by the heavy gusts of wind. The boat’s speed had increased tremendously. Brittany took the wheel from Cheryl. Dave held onto Cheryl, trying to comfort her. Glancing down at the twin tachometers, Brittany watched the rpm’s running into the yellow on the gauges. The front of the cruiser was raised slightly upwards out of plane on the rough sea. Brittany switched on the running lights and bow lights. Finding the switch for the flashing beacon lights, she activated them. The large cruiser was skimming across the water faster than ever, pitching left and right. Watching the radar screen intently, Brittany finally saw the image of land just a few miles ahead. Looking over her shoulder, she could see they were slowly gaining on the storm, pulling slightly ahead of it. The air was warming, heated by the sun not yet covered by the dark clouds. “We’re gaining on it Babe!” Kent exclaimed, standing next to Brittany in the cockpit. “You and Dave get ready to tie off as soon as we hit port!” Brittany shouted. “Make sure your lifejackets are fastened tight!” Passing by two gigantic cruise ships sitting in the harbor, Brittany continued speeding into the Paradise Island marina. Pulling both throttle levers halfway back, she spotted an open berth halfway down one of the docks. Forcing the right throttle all the way back, the cruiser turned to starboard heading for the narrow opening. A young couple, standing on the back of their boat in the adjoining berth, jumped up on the dock. “Oh shit, we’re going way to fast!” Brittany exclaimed. Pulling the left throttle back even with the other, she pulled on both together, setting the cruiser into reverse. The bow of the boat dipped downward forcing Kent, Dave and Cheryl to grab onto something to keep from falling. The cruiser floated up to the dock, gently compressing the rubber tires acting as dock bumpers. Kent and Dave jumped up on the dock to tie the boat off. The young couple, standing on the dock, rushed over to help. Brittany shut the twin diesel engines down immediately. Cheryl was holding onto Brittany, her face almost white with fear. “Drop the canvas down before we get swamped!” Brittany exclaimed, glaring at the terrified girl. Cheryl pulled the cords on the hanging canvas, immediately dropping the side and back curtains. The rain was coming down sideways, blown by the gusty winds. Kent and Dave jumped back on the boat, followed by the young couple. “You guys just made it!” The young man stated. “The storm’s just been upgraded to a low level hurricane.” Brittany was still standing at the helm, her hands tightly gripping the throttle levers. Kent put his arms around her trembling form. Releasing the controls, she sat down in the custom leather seat at the wheel. The boat rocked gently, secured to the dock, as the storm continued. Kent turned off all the lights and radar. “I’ll get us all something to drink.” Kent stated. “Something strong!” Dave approached Brittany, sitting in the helmsman’s chair. He leaned over and kissed her lightly on the cheek. “You saved our butts.” He murmured. “I’d hate to think what might have happened to us if you hadn’t gotten us here safely.” “I ……… I didn’t realize the storm was this bad till I felt the temperature drop suddenly.” Brittany stated. “How’d you get the boat to pick up so much speed all of a sudden?” Cheryl asked. “I almost lost control of the steering.” “I disconnected the governor controls from both engines.” Brittany responded. “That let the engines overrev and pick up speed. I could have blown both engines if we’d been farther away from land.” “That was quite a docking job you did.” The young woman spoke up. “I thought for a minute you guys were going to crash right through the dock.” “By the way, we’re Jack and Emily Thurston.” The young woman added. “We’re down here on our second honeymoon.” Kent introduced everyone to the young couple, suggesting they go below to the comfortable living area of the boat. Relaxing together, the three couples chatted about the weather and the islands. Jack and Emily were a couple in their early thirties. Both were quite attractive. Emily’s dark tan evident that she enjoyed lying out in the sun. Her dark hair was bleached out from the sun. Wearing skin tight shorts and her bikini top, she could have been a professional model. Her husband Jack was slightly taller than his wife, probably 5’9”. His muscular build obvious that he had a passion for working out. His well-groomed dark hair and handsome face were his best features. “This is really a nice boat.” Emily said looking at Kent and Brittany. “Is it yours?” “I wish.” Kent replied. “Actually it belongs to the agency, I guess.” “The agency?” Jack inquired. “You mean a travel agency?” “No, the Federal Marshals.” Kent replied, laughing lightly. “You guys are marshals!” Jack exclaimed. “Wow! Bet that’s exciting!” “You working on a case or something?” Emily asked. “We just wrapped up the robberies and kidnappings that have been going on around the islands.” Dave bragged. “No. No we haven’t.” Brittany quickly responded. “We just made a dent in their operation.” “What do you mean?” Cheryl asked. “We blew the bastards all to hell earlier this morning!” “Wow!” Emily exclaimed. “You got them!” “Not all of them.” Brittany replied. “We got five of them. There’s more out there.” “More!” Dave asked. “You think there’s more of them?” “Definitely.” Brittany answered. “We shot up a Checkmate. If you’ll read over the crime reports, you’ll notice the mention of a Scarab and an Eliminator boat. They also mention at least two females. There was only one female on the boat this morning.” “Shit!” Dave exclaimed. “I thought we were done and on our way back to Miami.” “Is there anything we can do?” Jack inquired in an excited voice. “We’d be happy to do whatever we can.” “Stay here in port.” Kent responded. “Keep an eye out for anyone that looks suspicious or on a powerboat they couldn’t possibly afford. Whatever you do, don’t venture out on the south side of the islands.” “Hey! What about those guys we saw yesterday afternoon at the gas pumps?” Emily spoke out. “They looked skuzzy with scruffy beards and they were wearing camouflage pants.” “What kind of boat were they in?” Brittany quickly asked. “I’m not sure what it was.” Emily replied. “It had a really long deck on front shaped like a fork. It was white trimmed in yellow and black, like a bumblebee. It was really loud. The engines sounded like thunder.” “Sounds like an Eliminator boat.” Brittany stated. “Could be more of our suspects.” “Damn!” Cheryl exclaimed. “We’re going to have to go back out looking for them.” “Let’s hold up here for a day or two.” Brittany suggested. “We need a short break. We’re all a little stressed out.” “Sounds like a good idea.” Kent quickly commented. “Emily and I are going into town for dinner this evening.” Jack stated. “Why don’t you guys join us? We’d love to have someone to talk to, especially someone so interesting.” “Another great idea!” Dave exclaimed. “Speaking of food, how about I fix us all some lunch?” Dave and Cheryl scurried to the galley to whip up some sandwiches. Jack and Emily were anxious to hear about the early morning shoot-out with the pirates. While Kent was eager to talk about it, Brittany was trying to erase it from her memory. Slipping up on deck, she sat in one of the lounge chairs and lit up a cigarette. “Hope our questions didn’t upset you.” Emily said, sitting on the lounge across from Brittany. “Jack and I don’t have much excitement in our lives.” “Oh no. I’m not upset.” Brittany responded. “Just stressed out is all. This whole assignment has been one long nightmare.” “I take it you mean Dave and Cheryl?” Emily spoke. “They don’t seem like they’ve got much on the ball.” “That’s an understatement.” Brittany quipped, taking a long drag on her cigarette. “Those two could have gotten us all killed this morning.” “What about Kent?” Emily asked. “Is he as intelligent as he is handsome?” Emily’s remark caught Brittany off guard. “Kent’s got his shit together.” Brittany smarted off. “He doesn’t think with his dick like Dave.” “Must be real hard being out on the open sea with two great looking guys!” Emily exclaimed, her smile turning into a laugh. “Oh yeah.” Brittany responded, winking her eye. “There’s always those times you forget about getting dressed.” Both girls laughed at the comment. Brittany’s tensions were beginning to fade the more she chatted with Emily. Even the torrential rain ceased to bother her. Returning to the lower living area, the girls joined the rest for lunch. The conversation was light and for the most part, humorous. Jack was quite the comedian, telling one joke after another. Brittany did notice he seemed to pay quite a bit of attention to Cheryl’s breasts. Her snug fitting, low cut top did little to conceal them from view. The intense storm passed through the islands by late afternoon, doing little damage on land. By early evening, the marina was bustling with tourists dodging some of the debris. Showering and dressing for dinner, Brittany chose to wear a skirt and blouse while Cheryl opted for dress slacks and one of her souvenir t-shirts from Freeport. The guys dressed in Dockers and sport shirts, both looked very handsome. Meeting with Jack and Emily on the dock, the group caught one of the tourist shuttles into town. Nassau was filled with tourist attractions, including several restaurants. Nightclubs neighbored each other on the main strip as well as several side streets. Finding a restaurant that wasn’t crowded, the three couples all sat at one table to enjoy a good seafood dinner. Kent was sitting to Brittany’s left while Emily was sitting on her right. The two girls chatted while the others shared another conversation. After ordering drinks, they surveyed the menus. Selecting various appetizers including Calamari, stuffed clams and shrimp cocktails, they placed their dinner orders. “Emily and I thought about cruising down to Andros Island tomorrow afternoon.” Jack commented. “Do you think we’d be safe?” “Andros isn’t all that far.” Kent responded. “I’d suggest you stay in the marina there if you can’t make it back to Paradise Island before sunset. Whatever you do, don’t get caught out on the open sea after dark. It’s just not safe right now.” “Maybe we should have a gun on board.” Emily remarked. “Something for protection.” “Do you know how to use a gun?” Cheryl inquired. “I shot a handgun once at an indoor firing range.” Jack murmured. “I’ve always thought about having a pistol around the house for protection but I was afraid Emily might mistake me for a burglar.” “What kind of guns do you use?” Emily asked, curiously. “Smith and Wesson 457‘s, Glock 21’s and AK47’s.” Dave rattled off. “Kent’s got a modified Remington 870 pump shotgun in his arsenal.” “Do you guys ever carry a concealed weapon?” Jack inquired. While Kent, Dave and Cheryl stated they didn’t, Brittany hesitated to comment. Finally breaking her silence she said. “I’m carrying a 25 caliber over-and-under derringer.” “You mean right now?” Emily exclaimed. “Yeah. It’s up my skirt.” Brittany stated, slightly smiling. “Can I see it?” Emily asked, her curiosity getting the best of her. Brittany uncrossed her legs, spreading them slightly. Feeling slightly giddy from the rum she was drinking, she smiled at the young woman. “Slide your hand up under my skirt.” Brittany quipped. “Don’t worry, the safety’s on.” At first, Emily hesitated. Biting her lower lip, she slowly moved her hand upwards under Brittany’s skirt. Upon feeling the steel barrels of the small caliber derringer in its leg holster, her hand immediately stopped. Moving her hand upwards slightly, she could feel the trigger and grips. “Has she really got a gun up there?” Jack whispered, grinning. “Oh yeah.” Emily muttered, her voice slightly cracking. “It’s very warm, not cold like I thought.” “You talking about the derringer or Britt’s pussy?” Dave smarted off. Everyone in the group laughed at Dave’s remark, even Brittany. Not to be outdone, Brittany was prepared for a comeback. “Emily has to be referring to the derringer.” She quipped. “My pussy’s never cold, just warm and inviting.” Along with laughter, Brittany’s remark brought oh’s and ah’s from everyone in the group. Emily didn’t pull her hand out from under Brittany’s skirt. Instead, she rested it on Brittany’s bare leg just above the holstered derringer. Emily’s fingers were mere inches from Brittany’s pussy. A few moments passed before Emily leisurely withdrew her hand from beneath Brittany’s skirt. Emily’s slightly flushed face displayed an approving smile. Intimately touching Brittany was something she’d been wanting to do since shortly after they’d first met during the late morning storm. Dinner lasted for almost two hours with continuing conversations. Several after dinner drinks spiced heavily with rum, helped relax and soothe everyone. Deciding to check out one of the dance clubs, the couples left the restaurant. Walking the crowded streets surrounded by other tourists, they experienced an air of festivity. Many of the dance clubs were quite small and crowded. Finding a dance club just off the main street, the three couples appropriated a large table near the dance floor. Ordering drinks and relaxing, they all got into the dance mood. Joining in with the other patrons, they danced slow and close with their partners as well as gyrated to the upbeat music provided by the live band. “I think I need to get back to the boat.” Emily whispered to Brittany upon returning from the ladies room. “My head feels like it’s spinning out of control.” “I think it’s time for all of us to be getting back.” Kent stated, overhearing Emily’s comment. “It’s really getting late.” Catching one of the last shuttles back to the marina, the three couples sat quietly in their seats. The effects of all the alcohol they’d consumed was taking its toll. Emily rested her head on Jack’s shoulder, trying to stabilize her wooziness. Sauntering down the docks to their boats proved a feat of its own. Not well lit, the docks were barely illuminated by the marina’s fuel station across the harbor and a few lights coming from some of the other boats along the docks. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 02 After saying “good night” to Jack and Emily and seeing them safely on their boat, Brittany and Cheryl, assisted by Kent and Dave, managed to get onboard the cruiser. Stumbling down the few steps to the deck below, the couples entered their respective staterooms. Kent barely managed to get out of his clothes before collapsing on the bed. Brittany tossed a sheet over him to keep him from chilling. Stripping down to her panties, Brittany unfastened the Velcro strap securing the derringer’s holster. Placing the small caliber pistol in the nightstand next to the bed, she recalled Emily’s hand touching her intimately. It brought a sly smile to her face. Falling asleep immediately, Brittany never stirred throughout the night. Not waking till almost noon, Brittany slipped out of bed sporting a terrific headache. Slipping her short robe on and cinching the belt tightly, she opened the door to the stateroom. Entering the brightly lit living area, she saw Kent sitting on a barstool at the counter in the galley. “How about a cup of coffee?” He quipped. “And a handful of aspirins.” “Just coffee.” Brittany replied. “That and a handful of cigarettes will get me through this.” Kent poured Brittany a fresh cup of coffee, setting it down on the end table next to the couch. Brittany was puffing hard on a cigarette, trying to get her nicotine level elevated. “Where’s Dave and Cheryl?” Brit asked, looking towards their closed stateroom door. “Dave was up earlier.” Kent responded. “Think he went back to bed for a quickie.” “He said something about going into town and checking out the casinos.” He added. “Thought I’d ask Jack and see if he wants to go with us.” “Ok.” Brit said. “I’m not going to do anything until this headache goes away.” “We should head back out later this afternoon.” She added. “I want to go back to the same spot or at least close to it. I think it’s perfect to draw out the rest of these pirates.” “We won’t be long, especially if our luck’s running against us.” Kent said. An hour or so later, Dave and Cheryl came out of their stateroom. Cheryl rushed to the bathroom for a quick shower. Dave was neatly dressed, his hair well groomed. “Well, don’t you look almost good enough to eat!” Brittany exclaimed, smiling at him. Dave strolled up to Brittany, his smiling face almost expressing an evil grin. Untying the belt on her robe, he parted it, baring Brittany’s firm breasts. Grasping her waist firmly, he kissed her passionately on the lips. His actions took Brittany by surprise, a pleasant surprise. Breaking off their kiss after several moments, he took a step back. Gently cupping her breasts in his strong hands, he lightly massaged them. Britt’s nipples responded to his gentle touch. “Now those are real breasts.” He whispered the compliment. “Absolutely perfect.” Brittany’s face blushed hearing Dave’s sincere and flattering remark. Dave’s hands slowly released her breasts. Her nipples were fully erect, begging for further attention. Instead, Dave turned away and walked out on the rear deck of the boat. Brittany heard Jack’s voice just as he stepped aboard the cruiser. He seemed quite cheery for someone who’d consumed an exceptional amount of alcohol the previous evening. Brittany showered and donned her favorite white bikini. After checking herself in the mirror, she joined the others on deck. Listening to several sexually charged remarks from the guys, she sat down on the L-shaped lounge. Looking out over the harbor, she suddenly spotted a powerboat sitting at the marina’s fuel station. Leaping to her feet, she grabbed the binoculars hanging alongside the cockpit. “What’s the matter?” Jack asked. “There’s an Eliminator boat getting gassed up across the way.” Brittany stated. “Looks like just two men with it.” Kent pulled the binoculars for Brittany’s hands, checking it out for himself. The powerboat was basic white with black and yellow accents. Noting the name on the back of the boat, Desperado II and its home base, Houston, Texas, it looked suspiciously out of place. “My database doesn’t cover Texas boats.” Brittany stated. “I’ll call Dallas and have them run a check on it.” “That’s the same boat I was telling you about yesterday!” Emily exclaimed in an excited tone. Continuing to watch the boat, the driver fired up its twin engines and roared out of the harbor heading due east. “Well, if we’re going to hit the casinos before we leave, we better get going.” Kent stated. The three women watched as the guys hurried up the dock to catch one of the shuttles into town. Cheryl decided to lie out on the front deck of the cruiser and work on her tan. Brittany, calling on her cell phone, had a difficult time contacting the Dallas headquarters. Describing the boat, its name and port of call, she received an immediate answer. The Desperado II was “hot”, stolen from a Houston marina a few months prior. “Hot Damn!” Emily shrieked. “They’re fucking pirates alright. Let’s go after them!” Emily’s enthusiasm and exuberance caused Brittany to grin, almost to the point of laughing out loud. “You’re not going after anybody!” Brittany stated. “Your ass is staying right here in Nassau where it’s safe.” “Crap!” Emily responded. “I never get any excitement in my life.” “There’s a big difference between excitement and danger.” Brit stated. “Going after these guys is a helluva lot more than exciting.” “I know. I know.” Emily replied. “I’m just a little ………. you know, frustrated. My life’s so damn boring.” “Frustrated ……… how?” Brittany asked, curiously. Emily was hesitant to state her reason but she wanted to talk about it. “Oh, sex more than anything, I guess.” Emily muttered. “Jack and I rarely have sex anymore. His work is very stressful. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t feel like having sex with me.” “What kind of job does he have?” Brittany asked. “He’s a heart surgeon.” Emily murmured. “He performs at least five heart operations every week. I think he’s just worn out mentally rather than physically.” “Is that why you rested your hand on my leg last evening during dinner?” Brittany inquired. Emily looked off in the distance, not able to face Brittany. “It a …….. just felt so different.” She finally replied. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so forward.” Remembering Cheryl was up on the front deck, working on her tan and the guys would be gone for a couple of hours, Brittany decided to make her play. “I take it you’ve never been with another woman, sexually I mean?” Brittany whispered, putting her hands on Emily’s waist. “No, I never have.” The woman replied. “You?” Brittany didn’t answer Emily’s question verbally. Leaning into Emily, she softly kissed the woman on the lips. Emily’s eyes widened before closing tightly. Enjoying the feel of Brittany’s moist lips on hers, she eagerly succumbed to Brittany’s seduction. After several moments, Brittany pulled her lips from Emily’s. Emily’s eyes slowly opened as if from a dream. Turning her head towards the stateroom, Britt’s gesture was quickly acknowledged. With her hand just above Emily’s butt, Brittany guided the woman towards the stateroom. Closing the door behind them, Brittany sat down on the foot of the bed. Emily stood frozen next to the door. “Why don’t you slip off your clothes?” Brittany suggested. “I’d love to see you naked.” Emily’s hands rose to the top button of her sleeveless blouse but her shaking hands made it difficult to get it undone. Brittany waited patiently, not wanting to rush the young woman. Unfastening the last button on the blouse, she hesitantly slipped it off, laying it on the dresser. Emily’s hands, trembling more than ever, worked the snap on her shorts open and unzipped them. Letting the shorts fall to her ankles, Emily stepped out of them. Putting her hands to her side, the woman was unsure about continuing. “Take of your bra.” Brittany murmured softly. “I want to see your beautiful breasts.” Biting her lower lip, Emily’s hands reached back and unhooked her bra. Slowly slipping the shoulder straps down her arms, she looked down at the carpeted floor of the stateroom. Gently placing the bra on top of her blouse, her eyes returned to Brittany’s smiling face. Emily’s shyness was starting to come back. Slowly, she raised her arms to cover her bared breasts. Brittany rose from the foot of the bed. Placing her hands softly on Emily’s wrists, she pulled them down. Emily’s nipples were already hard and erect from being stared at. “Don’t cover them.” Brittany spoke softly. “They’re too beautiful not to be adored.” Emily pursed her lips, wetting them. Brittany leaned in to kiss the woman’s freshly moistened lips. Their kiss was soft at first, gradually building in passion. Brittany placed her hand to the back of Emily’s head, crushing her hair. Holding her head firmly, she worked her tongue into Emily’s mouth. Flicking feverously at Emily’s tongue, Brittany could sense the young woman’s body succumbing to her seduction. Even with her mouth being swabbed by Brittany’s tongue, Emily managed to emit a long, low moan from deep within. After an extended period of time, Brittany parted her lips from Emily‘s, withdrawing her tongue. Taking a step back from the entranced Emily, Brittany pulled her towards the bed. Pulling the covers off the bed and piling them on the floor, the single cotton sheet was all that remained on the bed. Gesturing with a slight nod of her head, Emily climbed onto the bed. Stretching out on her back, she watched as Brittany untied the straps to the top of her bikini. Tossing the top aside, she untied the bikini bottom. Letting it fall to her feet, Brittany eased onto the bed. Pulling Emily’s warm body close to hers, Brittany kissed her softly. Her hands gently cupped and massaged Emily’s breasts causing her breathing to increase. Emily’s breasts heaved with each deep breath. Brittany’s long tongue flicked at each nipple, teasing them till they responded. Growing more erect, they extended longer than ever before. Brittany’s teeth held each nipple, tugging gently. Emily’s eyes were half shut as if in a dream state. The blood rushing to her breasts made them take on a rose colored glow. Sucking on each nipple, she had Emily almost at the brink of orgasm. Brittany’s soft hand brushed down over Emily’s flat tummy. Stopping just above the elastic at Emily’s panties, she looked directly into her eyes, waiting briefly for a signal to stop. Emily’s eyes glanced between her breasts at Brittany’s hand. Slipping beneath the elastic of Emily’s panties, she forced her hand over her pubic mound. Emily’s mouth opened suddenly but no objections were expressed. Brittany slipped her hand down further, resting it on Emily’s hot pussy. Teasing the folds with her fingers, Emily eased her legs slightly apart. Gently working her finger between the lips of Emily’s pussy, she penetrated her completely. Emily’s sudden orgasm, took both women by surprise. The young woman’s clitoris was much more sensitive than normal. Rubbing the clit in a circular motion, Emily’s body tensed. Pulling her legs back, she slowly lifted her taut ass off the sheets. Brittany smiled slyly, knowing she could bring Emily to the most incredible orgasm she’d ever have. Withdrawing her hand from beneath Emily’s panties, she pulled them down and off the young woman. Kneeling between Emily’s parted legs, she spread them further apart. Brittany began kissing Emily’s legs just above the knees, gradually working her way upwards towards Emily’s wanton pussy. Emily tried closing her legs, almost trapping Brittany’s head between them. “Relax.” Brittany whispered softly. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.” Feeling Emily’s leg muscles relax, Brittany continued planting soft, moist kisses upwards on Emily’s inner thighs. Emily’s hands tightly grasped Brittany’s arms just above her wrists. Blowing a hot breath on Emily’s pussy, she witnessed it flower open. Brittany’s mouth covered Emily’s pussy instantly, her tongue licking frantically up and down. Emily’s hands gripped harder on Brittany‘s arms. “Oh….Oh….Oh” She murmured. “Stop….Oh God……Ummmmm…..OH..GOD!” She screamed out. Brittany extended her tongue, penetrating Emily’s wet pussy. Her juices were flowing, almost flooding. Emily’s ass was digging into the mattress, squirming frantically. Her orgasm was nearing. Brittany’s lips locked onto Emily’s clitoris. Holding the solid little bud, she sucked on it hard. Emily screamed as the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced took control of her body. Emily’s eyes watered profusely, her body quivered out of control. Emily’s long fingernails dug deep into Brittany’s arms, drawing blood. Brittany ignored the pain, rejoicing in Emily’s magnificent orgasm. Her orgasm lasted much longer than normal, finally waning slowly. Brittany licked at Emily’s pussy, lapping up all of her cum. Emily’s body lay motionless on the bed. Noticing she was barely breathing, Brittany became quite concerned. Scrambling to a kneeling position beside her face, she lifted Emily’s head, resting it on her leg. After a few moments, Emily’s eyes partially opened. A smile gradually appeared on her face. Her breathing was labored, coming in deep gasps. Brittany brushed Emily’s hair from her face. “You alright?” Brittany asked with great concern. “Yeah. I’m alright.” Emily muttered. “Think I just passed out for a second.” “That was quite an orgasm!” Brittany whispered. “You had me worried for a minute.” “I never had an orgasm so intense.” Emily stated. “Never. Ever.” Leaning down, she kissed Emily lightly on the lips. Brittany waited patiently for Emily to regain her strength but her eyes closed. In a matter of moments, she’d drifted off to sleep. Covering the woman with a light sheet, she exited the stateroom, walking softly towards the galley. “That was some orgasm!” Cheryl stated. “Almost scary!” Brittany hadn’t noticed Cheryl sitting on the couch when she came out of the stateroom. Opening a cold beer, she sat down across from her. “I hope you’ll keep quiet about it.” Brittany said. “I wouldn’t want her husband finding out.” “I won’t say a word.” Cheryl quipped. “As long as you give me one just like it when all this is over.” “I never figured you as being bisexual.” Brittany responded. “Figured you were strictly dickly.” “Not me.” Cheryl replied. “I love it all.” “You better wipe the blood off your arms.” Cheryl suggested, pointing at the bloody scratches on Brittany’s arms. Not hesitating, Brittany hurried into the bathroom to wash off the blood. The scratches were just superficial, not deep like they first appeared. Brittany put a little make-up on them to keep them from being readily noticed. Returning to the living area, she lit up a cigarette and finished her beer. “I’m worried this assignment may end up going all wrong.” Cheryl spoke, her words coming sporadic. “We’ll be alright.” Brittany responded. “We just need to keep on our toes and not take any chances.” “If we do get into trouble, we can’t give up.” She added. “We’ve got to fight it out to the end.” Cheryl nodded her head in agreement. It was the first time, Cheryl had really acted scared, almost terrified. Her comments caused Brittany to have concerns about Cheryl’s ability to react if things were to get out of hand. It was just another worry she’d have to cope with. Late in the afternoon, the guys returned from their gambling junket in town. The three girls were all sitting out on the rear deck of the cruiser. “Well, how’d everyone do at the casinos?” Cheryl inquired. “I guess you could say we won.” Dave responded. “We won back everything we lost.” “So you broke even.” Emily quipped. “Sorta.” Jack muttered, a sheepish look on his handsome face. “You girls ready to head out?” Kent asked. “We need to get into position south of Long Island.” After hugging Jack and Emily and saying their “good-byes”, the team cast off. Stopping at the marina’s fuel station, Brittany topped off the boat’s diesel fuel tanks. Heading due east out onto the open sea, Brittany kicked up the speed to full throttle. The twin diesels roared, propelling the forty-eight foot cruiser at top speed to their destination for the night. Arriving south of Long Island, Brittany cut the engines, letting the boat drift freely. The shoreline of the island was barely visible in the early evening sun. Dave prepared a light dinner while Kent and the girls checked out the weapons. “I think we’re ready in case our friends come to visit.” Kent quipped. “Everyone needs to stay alert.” Brittany stated. “Someone needs to be right on top of the radar screen at all times.” Eating dinner on the rear deck, Cheryl sat at the radar screen. As darkness surrounded the boat so did a heavy fog. Brittany slept on the L-shaped lounge while Dave manned the radar screen. Morning came without incident. Brittany woke up from her sound sleep to find Kent sipping coffee in front of the radar display. “6:00am and all’s quiet!” Dave exclaimed. “No unwanted guests!” “That’s fine with me.” Brittany responded. “We’ll move on further east later today.” Grabbing a quick shower, Brittany put on a bright yellow bikini. Checking over the map of the islands, she decided to relocate to an area south of Crooked Island. Trying to pick the right spot to set the team up as bait wasn’t easy, it was a gamble. While Dave and Cheryl enjoyed an afternoon session of trying to fuck each other into oblivion, Kent and Brittany cruised to an area a few miles off Crooked Island. “Let’s hope the hunting’s better here.” Brittany said. “All this waiting around is almost as bad as getting shot at.” “Yeah, I know.” Kent responded. “I’m anxious to wrap this up so I can get back home.” “I’d like to wrap this up too, but I’m in no hurry to get back to my office in Dallas.” Brittany stated. “I’d much rather be out in the field.” It was the first time Brittany had openly admitted she preferred the danger over the comfort of an air-conditioned office. Then again, maybe it was just being out on the open water around the Bahamas that made the assignment so enticing. “Gonna be awhile before it starts getting dark.” Kent spoke, looking towards the horizon. “How about we kill some time below?” “Whatcha got in mind?” Brittany quipped, knowing full well what her handsome teammate was hinting at. Putting his arm around Britt, he pulled her in close to his tanned, muscular body. Pressing his lips to hers, he kissed her passionately. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her, as their lips remained locked together. Finally parting lips, the two descended the short flight of stairs to the cabin area below. Dave and Cheryl were just coming out of their stateroom. Neither one of them had bothered to get dressed. Kent and Brittany briefly glanced at them as the pair headed towards one of the bathrooms. Closing the door behind them, Kent and Brittany quickly slipped off their swimwear. Climbing on the bed, they held each other tenderly while their passionate kissing heated their inner passions. Kent was stretched out on his back with Brittany lying partially on top of him. Kissing his bare chest, she nibbled lightly at his nipples, teasing him. Brittany’s soft hand brushed delicately over his Kent’s taut stomach muscles, slowly inching its way towards his erect cock. Brittany’s moist lips kissed over his stomach. Kent rested his hand at the back of Brittany’s head, directing her towards his swollen manhood. Teasing him, Brittany took her time inching her way towards his cock. Grasping Kent’s cock near the base, her lips lightly brushed over it towards the pulsating head. Her protruding tongue licked just below the crown. Brittany’s hand on his thigh, felt his leg muscles tense. Slipping her mouth over his cock, she slowly lowered her mouth, taking as much of his cock as she could. Lubricating his cock with her saliva, she bobbed her head rhythmically, setting her own tempo. Kent’s body was tensing more and more. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 02 Brittany’s pussy was dripping wet, her juices flowed, moistening the folds of her pussy. Slowly pulling her mouth from his hard cock, she rose to straddle Kent’s body. Holding his cock, Brittany eased her pussy onto the head, feeling it slip between the lips of her pussy. Working her hips slowly, she managed to impale herself on his steel hard shaft. Kent’s well-lubricated cock was gradually swallowed inside Britt’s tight pussy. Kent’s strong hands gently massaged Brittany’s breasts, lightly pinching her nipples. Brittany lifted herself upwards till Kent’s cock was barely inside her. Sliding down slowly, she gyrated her hips. Gradually increasing her tempo till she was rocking on his cock, she worked her sensitive clit against his hard cock. Her orgasm was slowly building while Kent’s climax was nearing much faster. Lifting upwards then slamming down on his dick, she brought her orgasm closer. At the instant Kent’s cock gushed his thick, hot cum insider her; Brittany worked her pussy tight around his shaft. Her orgasm, although not significant, afforded her the sexual release she needed. Kent’s sticky cum filled Brittany’s pussy. Her tempo slowing, Brittany’s pussy oozed cum onto Kent’s balls. Brittany leaned forward and the two kissed tenderly. Kent’s arms held Brittany firmly to his warm body. As their bodies relaxed, the two drifted off for a short nap. An hour later, the door to their stateroom opened, waking the sleeping couple. “Dave’s getting dinner ready if you two are hungry.” Cheryl stated. Brittany grabbed a quick shower and dressed in shorts and a midriff top. Slipping on her sneakers, she joined the others on the rear deck. During dinner, the four discussed their hopes for wrapping up the assignment. Although the team had only been working on the assignment for a relatively short period of time, Dave, Cheryl and Kent seemed to be growing restless. Brittany sensed it was not a good sign. Being overly anxious to complete an assignment might lead to one or more of the team members taking an unnecessary risk, putting them all in danger. “I’ll take the first watch.” Brittany stated. “Cheryl can monitor the radar screen.” “Call me at 3:00.” Dave responded. “Kent and I can take over till morning.” Around 11:00pm, the guys went down to the staterooms to get some sleep before their watch. Brittany and Cheryl remained out on the rear deck of the boat. The radar screen reflected in Cheryl’s face as she intently watched the rotating scanner. Brittany reclined on the lounge, reading her book, illuminated by a tiny light. Her nightvision binoculars were placed next to her, ready at a moment’s notice. The minutes ran into hours. Cheryl’s eyes grew tired watching the radar screen. She left the cockpit briefly to go to the bathroom. Returning minutes later with two cups of hot coffee, she handed one to Brittany. Brittany set her book down on the floor and took the coffee from Cheryl, sipping the hot liquid. The radar screen suddenly blipped. The speakers, with their volume set to the max, startled both women. Cheryl rushed to the cockpit. Brittany adjusted the speed of the rotating radar scanner, almost tripling its speed. The radar’s monitor showed a boat was directly approaching their location at a high rate of speed. Brittany grabbed her nightvision binoculars and scanned in the general direction of the approaching boat. “Get the guys up!” Brittany exclaimed. “Tell them to get their butts up her fast! And get the guns!” Cheryl jumped to the lower deck, running towards the staterooms. Calling for both men, she awakened them from their sound sleep. Brittany continued watching in the direction of the approaching boat till she spotted it way off in the distance. The bow lights of the approaching boat alerted her to its location. The radar scanner’s rotating beacon allowed her to estimate the boat’s speed and distance from their location. Cheryl ran up the steps to the deck, stumbling on the top step. Dropping the AK47’s and Remington shotgun, she gathered them up quickly, setting them on the L-shape lounge. “Is it them?” Cheryl shouted. “Is it them?” “I can’t tell from here but I’m sure as hell not taking any chances.” Brittany replied. “Kill all the lights. I don’t want us to be easily seen.” Cheryl passed both men coming up the steps. Turning off all the lights below deck, she plunged the cruiser into total darkness. The illuminated screen of the radar’s monitor was their only lighting. Kent and David checked the AK47’s and the Remington, making sure they were fully loaded and ready to fire. No one spoke a word as the foursome looked towards the direction of the approaching boat. The roar of its engines could be distinctively heard on the quiet waters of the open sea. Suddenly the engines stopped. The only sound was the gentle slapping of the water against the side of the cruiser and the loud blips coming from the radar system speakers. Brittany hurried to the cockpit to get a visual. The powerboat was sitting dead in the water less than a mile off the port side. Brittany dimmed the brilliance of the monitor so it wouldn’t give off so much light in the pitch dark. She continued to watch the monitor to see if the boat started closing in on them. The boat remained off in the distance, its engines shut down. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 03 “Why don’t the bastards make a move?” Dave asked, growing more restless than nervous. “I think they’re trying to figure out the best way to come at us.” Brittany stated. “Maybe they aren’t quite sure of how to go about it.” “Get the flare gun ready with a light flare.” She added. “We may want to shed a little light on their position.” Not hesitating for an instant, Dave took the flare gun out of its storage locker. Inserting the flare package into the rear of the barrel, he closed the gun and cocked the hammer back ready to fire. Minutes passed with both boats holding their positions. Looking through the nightvision binoculars, Brittany could barely make out the figures of four people on the powerboat. It appeared they might be preparing to attack their position. “Kent!” Brittany shouted. “Get behind the controls and fire up both engines. Just keep them at an idle for now.” The cruisers twin diesels started and gradually settled into a smooth idle. Off in the distance, the powerboats thundering engines fired up. In an instant, the boat began speeding towards them. “Fire the light flare!” Brittany shouted. “Here they come!” The ka-chung of the flare gun was barely audible above the idle of the cruiser’s engines. As the flare lit up the darkness of the night, the powerboat, a bright red Scarab, passed beneath it. The four men onboard were clearly visible. Two of the men brandished automatic assault weapons, another was aiming a high-powered rifle at the cruiser. A bullet fired from the rifle hit the boat just missing Cheryl. Pieces of fiberglass exploded from the impact. Everyone on the cruiser opened fire. The powerboat circled in front of them at full speed, less than a hundred yard off the port side of the boat. Two of the gunmen took several rounds from the team, one of them falling out into the water. “GO! GO! GO!” Brittany shouted, glaring at Kent. Kent shoved both throttle levers forward and spun the wheel to the left. The bow of the heavy cruiser lifted out of the water, slowly picking up speed as it started to plane out on the water’s surface. The Scarab powerboat was well ahead of them. Everyone changed out the magazines on their weapons. Turning on the powerful overhead lights, the Scarab was barely visible as it pulled further ahead of them. The two gunmen fired back at the cruiser but their assault weapons were well out of range. The Scarab sped through a narrow inlet between Crooked Island and Acklins Island, disappearing from view. Brittany rushed towards the cockpit. Standing beside Kent, she stared intently at the radar screen. “Careful!” Brittany shouted. “There a land mass off the starboard side. There might be reefs or a sandbar.” Kent wasn’t paying attention to Brittany’s warning. He was dead set on catching up to the Scarab powerboat even though he couldn’t see it. As the cruiser approached the narrow inlet between the two islands, the radar screen went dark. “Shit!” Brittany exclaimed. “Now, the fucking radar’s gone out!” With the cruiser’s bow lights and large overhead light on, Kent steered the boat, keeping the throttles at full forward. Not seeing the reef, Kent sped across it, damaging both outdrives. The grating sound of the bottom of the boat scraping across the reef sounded as if the entire bottom of the boat was being ripped out. The sudden decrease in speed knocked everyone, except Kent, to the deck of the boat. The cruiser’s bow sunk low in the water before gently lifting with the tide. The thundering roar of the Scarab was growing louder as it approached them, returning for another attack. Dave lay unconscious on the deck, his head bleeding profusely from striking the hand railing. Brittany and Cheryl slowly got to their feet, looking around in the dark for their weapons laying somewhere on the deck. The Scarab with its two gunmen was practically upon them. Kent reached for Brittany’s Glock 21 pistol holstered next to the boat’s controls. Before he could withdraw it from its sheath, the Scarab rammed the side of the cruiser, heavily damaging both boats. Both gunmen jumped onboard the cruiser with their assault weapons pointed at the team. The moonlight barely illuminated the scene. Kent, Brittany and Cheryl froze in position, unarmed. “Get on boat!” One of the gunmen shouted, gesturing with his weapon. “Everyone! Now!” Kent and Brittany helped Dave to his feet. He wasn’t aware of what was going on, still woozy from his head wound. Getting him on the powerboat was difficult but leaving him on the cruiser would mean certain death for him. With the team held at gunpoint on the powerboat, one of the gunmen eased the boat off the cruiser. In the dark it was hard to tell how much damage it had sustained. The cruiser, on the other hand, had suffered serious damage. A large gash on the portside was allowing water to flow into the inner hull unhindered. The reef, hidden just below the water’s surface, was all that was keeping it from sinking. The Scarab turned north, proceeding back through the narrow inlet. With its bow lights damaged, it was difficult to see anything in their path. The boat’s driver seemed to know his way through the inlet without the assistance of lighting. Cruising less than a mile, the powerboat slowed even more as it turned into a cove. With the powerboat’s engines almost at an idle, it floated towards a makeshift dock. The driver swung the boat around bringing it broadside to the dock. Brittany noticed the white Eliminator boat tied off near the end of the dock. It was the same one they’d observed at the marina on Paradise Island a couple of days earlier. After securing the Scarab to the wooden dock, they were given orders to follow the gunmen up a steep, rocky trail. With Kent’s assistance, Dave was able to make the climb. The blood on his face was quickly drying. Nearing the top of the steep slope, they came upon a gravel pathway leading to an old two-story house. As they approached the darkened structure, they heard a gasoline generator start up. Several lights inside the house came on immediately. The two gunmen were right behind the two couples urging them forward. One of the men grabbed Brittany’s butt, giving it a hard squeeze. Brittany’s immediate reaction was to brush his hand away. The gunman grinned, showing his stained and crooked teeth. Standing on the porch of the house, one of the gunmen opened the door, swinging it back. “Go inside.” He commanded. “Go inside.” Brittany and Cheryl entered the house with Kent assisting Dave, following them. Brittany quickly surveyed the interior of the house, memorizing everything she saw. The house was completely furnished with wicker and rattan furniture. A stairway led to the upper level of the old house. Brittany continued looking around, trying to put together an escape route should the chance arise. Hearing footsteps coming down the stairs, both Cheryl and Brittany quickly looked up. A dark-haired woman, her hair almost coal black, was descending towards them. Her skin was dark, more than just tanned. She was tall, close to 5’10”. Her slender build dressed in cut-off jeans and a camouflage shirt. Brushing back her long, straight hair, she slowly approached them. The woman looked at the two couples, checking Brittany and Cheryl out carefully from head to toe. Speaking in Spanish, she ordered one of the gunmen to escort Kent and Dave to an outbuilding behind the house. Once they had exited the room, she turned her attentions back to the two women. Grabbing one of Cheryl’s breasts, she squeezed it hard. Cheryl grabbed the woman’s wrist and pushed it away. The dark-haired woman’s immediate reaction was to slap Cheryl hard across the face. “Your breasts are fake!” She exclaimed, speaking in English. “But they will help me negotiate a higher price for you.” Looking at the lone guard and returning to her Spanish vocabulary, she ordered him to escort the two women to an upstairs bedroom. Brittany and Cheryl ascended the stairs with the guard right behind them. Brittany’s first thought was to try and jump the guard and wrestle his automatic weapon away from him but Cheryl was between the two. It would probably result in one of them getting shot or worse, killed! Walking down the narrow hallway on the second floor, Brittany spotted another guard standing outside one of the bedroom doors. As they approached him, the man opened the door and motioned for them to enter the bedroom. The room was dark, with no lighting at all. Only the moonlight offered any illumination. Several mattresses covered the bare wood floor. As their eyes adjusted to the darkness, the two women could see there were two other females in the room with them. The guard closed the door behind them. Brittany listened for the click of a lock but she didn’t hear any. A single window in the room had been boarded up sufficiently to forbid any escape. Sitting down on one of the mattresses, the two women whispered their thoughts. “What was that remark about negotiating a price?” Cheryl asked, her voice evidenced by fright. “My guess is they’re white slavers, not just modern day pirates.” Brittany stated. “They didn’t take anything off our boat, not even our weapons. They didn’t bother to search the boat. They just wanted us.” “What about the guys?” Cheryl asked. “What about them?” “I’m not sure.” Brittany responded. “I’m surprised they didn’t kill them right off.” “I seriously doubt they want Kent or Dave.” She added. “We’ve got to do something quick before they decide to get rid of them.” “Wonder who those two are?” Cheryl whispered, her eyes looking in the direction of the two sleeping women. “Maybe they’re from the last boat that was attacked out here.” Brittany guessed. “We’ll ask them in the morning. Right now, all I want is sleep.” Brittany and Cheryl curled up on the mattress. Brittany’s mind was reeling, trying to come up with an escape plan. She hardly slept at all, worried about her teammates. Early the next morning, Brittany and Cheryl were awakened by the two other female captives. Startled, both women rose immediately. Wiping the sleep from their eyes, they focused on their counterparts. “Who the hell are you guys?” Cheryl exclaimed. “I’m Evelyn Brooks and this is my daughter Tanya.” The older woman spoke. “Who the hell are you?” “I’m Cheryl and this is Brittany.” Cheryl replied. “We were taken captive off our boat last night.” Evelyn Brooks was an attractive woman, somewhere in her mid-forties. She appeared to be quite sophisticated even though her hair was a mess and her clothes were dirty and torn. Her daughter, Tanya, was twenty or twenty-one at most. The frightened look and dried tearstains on her face alerted Brittany the girl was probably nearing a breakdown. The girl wore a Georgia Tech jersey and panties. Like her mother, her long brown hair hadn’t been combed in days. “We’ve been here for four days.” Evelyn said. “At least, I think it’s been four days. I’m not sure anymore.” “Have you heard them talking about anything?” Brittany inquired. “All I’ve heard is Spanish from the men.” Evelyn replied. “The woman spoke to me in English a few times.” “I heard one of the guards mention something about Bogotá and Esmeralda.” The young girl, Tanya stated. “Esmeralda?” Brittany asked. “Are you sure they said Esmeralda?” “Yes, I’m sure that’s what I heard.” Tanya replied. “Maybe that’s the woman’s name.” “Maybe or it could be another Esmeralda.” Brittany stated. “Could be Esmeralda, Cuba.” “Cuba! Oh my God!” Evelyn exclaimed. “Let’s not panic.” Brittany responded. “We need to figure a way to get the guys and get the hell out of here.” “Guys!” Evelyn asked. “Do you have men with you?” “Yeah, Kent and Dave.” Cheryl replied. “Dave’s got a bad head injury. I’m worried about him.” “They left my husband and Tanya’s boyfriend on our boat.” Evelyn stated. “They just took us and all the money we had. They must be holding us for ransom.” “These people aren’t interested in holding us for ransom.” Brittany muttered. “They’ve got other plans for us.” “We think they’re white slave traders.” Cheryl spoke up. Her comment scared the young girl into tears. Cringing, she curled up into a fetal position on the mattress. Her mother, Evelyn tried to comfort her but it was useless. The girl continued to cry, scared out of her wits. The door to the room suddenly opened. An armed guard walked into the room, followed by the dark-haired woman. Instead of dressed in shorts and camouflage shirt, she was neatly attired in a denim skirt and tailored white blouse. Brittany had to admit to herself, the woman was quite beautiful. Her South American heritage unmistakable by her facial features and dark skin tone. “You two, come with us.” The woman ordered, pointing at Brittany and Cheryl. The two women exited the room, following behind the woman. The armed guard remained a few paces behind the trio of women. Entering a room across from the stairs to the lower level, Brittany noticed the room was sparsely furnished. A large table was positioned in the center of the room with a few wicker chairs lined up against one wall. On the opposite wall, an old antique dresser took up a small space. The mirror on the dresser was dirty with a jagged crack running diagonal across it. The guard slammed the door closed then took his position blocking access to it. The woman walked over to one of the wicker chairs and sat down. Her lust-filled eyes scanned over Brittany and Cheryl. Moistening her lips, she grinned evilly at them. “Strip off your clothes!” The woman commanded. “Now! Brittany and Cheryl briefly glanced at each other before starting to undress. Tossing their blouses and shorts on the table, the two stood before the woman wearing just their bra and panties. “Everything!” The woman shouted. Complying with the command, the women removed their underwear. Standing naked in front of their captures, Brittany tried to look defiant. The woman looked past them at the guard, standing in front of the door. She spoke to him in Spanish, ordering him to take the clothing and leave the room. Passing by the two naked girls, he grinned, as he looked them over. The woman rose from her chair and approached her captives. Running her rough hands over Brittany and Cheryl’s body, she groped their breasts and buttocks. She was smiling as she assessed their bodies. “You two will being me alot of money.” She stated. “Tomorrow you will be on your way to a new life along with the others.” “But for now, you are mine to toy with.” She added, her sly smile turning into an evil grin. Walking behind the two, she opened the door to the room. The armed guard stepped in and took up position in one corner of the room. Pushing Brittany up to the edge of the table, she pushed her face down on its surface. Grabbing Cheryl by the arm, she guided her to one of the high-back wicker chairs. “I’ll let you watch.” The woman said, reaching down and squeezing Cheryl’s breasts. “You’ll get your turn later.” Her words scared Cheryl. Gripping the arms of the wicker chair, she tried to steady her trembling hands. As Brittany watched from her prone position on the table, the dark skinned woman removed her blouse and skirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts were rounded and appeared to be quite firm. Her dark nipples were large and erect. The woman shoved her panties down her muscular legs and stepped out of them. Tossing them with the rest of her clothes in the chair next to Cheryl, she walked over to the dresser. Opening the top drawer, she pulled out two cords. Brittany was watching every move the dark skinned beauty made, apprehensive of what the woman might be capable of. Walking up behind Brittany, she knelt down, grabbing her right ankle. She forced it towards one of the table’s legs, securing it with one of the cords. Forcing Brittany’s left ankle to the other leg of the table, she tied it tightly with the other cord. Brittany turned her head towards the mirror on the dresser. The woman stood up, pressing her pussy against Brittany’s ass. The thick matt of hair on the woman’s pussy crushed against the soft skin of Brittany’s butt. “Grab the sides of the table.” The woman commanded. Brittany’s hands reached out to the sides of the table. Her fingers curled around the edge of the top, gripping it firmly. The woman knelt down behind Brittany, her face inches away from her exposed pussy. Brittany cringed feeling the woman’s tongue licking her pussy. Brittany was powerless to fight off the inner feelings she was experiencing. The woman was well experienced at performing oral sex on a woman. Her tongue snaked inside Brittany’s wet pussy, swirling feverously. Brittany’s body was reacting to the woman’s seduction. With her tummy pressed against the table, her ass began bucking against the woman’s face. An orgasm quickly built and triggered itself, causing Brittany to emit a loud moan. Sucking on her clit, the woman brought Brittany to another orgasm moments after the first one faded. Brittany felt as if her body had betrayed her. Brittany finally relaxed as the woman pulled her mouth away. With her eyes half closed, she barely saw the woman return to the dresser. Pulling a large black dildo from the dresser, she noticed several straps attached to it. Brittany’s natural reaction was to tighten her pussy muscles. The woman slipped into the harness attached to the dildo, tightening the straps. Brittany shut her eyes tight and looked away from the mirror. Cheryl was still sitting in the chair watching everything that was going on. Her mouth gaped open when she saw what the woman was intending to do to Brittany. Spreading Brittany’s ass apart, the woman pressed the black dildo into Brittany’s pussy. Lubricated only by her juices, the dildo stretched Brittany’s pussy to its limits. The dark skinned beauty forced the dildo in further with each stroke until she had it all the way inside her. Brittany bit her lower lip to keep from screaming out in pain. Blood trickled down onto her chin as the pain became unbearable. The woman fucked the black dildo in out and out of Brittany hard and fast. Her pussy felt like it was on fire but she was unable to do anything about it. After a few minutes of excruciating pain, Brittany lost consciousness. Waking later in the day, she found herself back in the bedroom with Evelyn and her daughter. Lying on the mattress, she looked around for Cheryl, but didn’t see her. The two women were kneeling next to Brittany with their hands on her trying to comfort her. She was stark naked. “Where’s Cheryl?” Brittany muttered. “They didn’t bring her back.” Tanya mumbled, breaking into tears. “They raped you, didn’t they?” Evelyn asked, her voice in a panic. “You were bleeding when they brought you back.” Brittany noticed a large pan with a sponge floating in the bloody water setting near the edge of the mattress. “I hope you don’t mind that we cleaned you up?” Evelyn whispered. “We wanted to help you.” Before Brittany could respond to the woman’s question, the door sprang open. One of the guards entered the room, pulling Cheryl by the arm. He shoved her down on one of the mattresses and quickly exited the room. Cheryl appeared to be unharmed although she looked like she was totally exhausted. Her hair was disheveled and filthy dirty. Her knees were scraped raw. Evelyn and Tanya rushed to her aid. Cheryl rose to a sitting position on the mattress, her eyes were filled with tears. “We’ve got to get these fucking bastards and kill them all!” She exclaimed, looking towards Brittany. Brittany managed to nod her head in agreement with Cheryl’s statement. Neither one of the women was about to go through what they’d just been through again. Clutching each other, the two women tried to recuperate their strength. Cheryl drifted off to sleep with Brittany’s arms around her, holding her tightly. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 03 Later, near sunset, the guards allowed them all to use the bathroom. Although it was primitive and filthy from never being cleaned it was better than nothing. Returning to the room, they found bowls of food setting on the floor. Fresh fruit and rice mixed with vegetables was the special of the day! There were no utensils so the four women were forced to eat with their fingers. A pitcher of water sat next to the food. It was warm, just room temperature. It was better than nothing so none of them complained. After eating, the four women gathered on a mattress near the wall farthest from the door so they couldn’t be heard talking. “The bitch mentioned something about tomorrow and starting a new life.” Brittany explained to Evelyn and Tanya. “I assume that means they’re going to take us out of here.” “Where will they take us?” Evelyn asked, her face expressing a great concern. “The way I’ve got it figured, its either Cuba or Columbia South America.” Brittany replied. “We can’t let than happen.” “We’ve got to get the drop on one of the guards and get a gun.” Cheryl stated. “With one gun, we can shoot another guard and get his gun.” “Oh God! That sounds so dangerous!” Evelyn exclaimed. “Let us go on the offensive.” Brittany said. “You two can best help if you just stay low. When the shooting starts, hit the floor and stay there. And don’t do alot of screaming!” Evelyn and her daughter, Tanya agreed to stay out of the way and keep low if and when the shooting started. None of the four women slept well that night, their thoughts dwelling on making an escape before they were taken off the island. Brittany paced the floor, looking out the boarded up window. She could barely see an outbuilding nestled in some tall grass behind the house. A guard was sitting on a drum right next to the door of the building, smoking a cigarette. Brittany assumed that’s where Kent and Dave were being held prisoner. “Man, a cigarette would be great right now.” Brittany thought to herself. “If I get out of here, I’m gonna smoke my ass off!” The next morning, two guards burst into the room and woke up the four captives. Shouting orders in Spanish only confused the women. Motioning with their assault weapons, they gestured for the women to follow them. Walking down the narrow hallway towards the stairs, thoughts of escaping were on all of their minds. Descending the stairway to the first floor, the black haired woman met them in the livingroom. She was dressed in a short leather skirt and white blouse. Her long, black hair flowed halfway down her back. Although, she was strikingly beautiful, she was their worst threat. “The men will take you out back and hose you off.” The woman stated. “Use plenty of soap to wash your filthy bodies. I want you clean and presentable.” Standing on a concrete slab, the women were sprayed with water from a garden hose. Scrubbing themselves with soap, the women tried their best to get clean. The guards seemed to be enjoying their tasks, spraying the women’s breasts and crotch areas. It still wasn’t the best opportunity to go on the offensive. Standing in the morning sun, the women quickly dried. The South American woman handed them combs and brushes to fix their hair. Without mirrors, the task wasn’t easy. When they had done their best with what they had, the woman ordered them back into the house. “Upstairs!” She commanded. “I have friends here on business and they don’t like to be kept waiting!” The women climbed the stairs, following the female leader of the group. Only one of the guards followed the group. At the top of the stairs, the woman led them into a large room at the end of the narrow hallway. They were at the opposite end of the house from where they’d been kept. Entering the room, Brittany and Cheryl spotted two men dressed in cheap linen suits standing near a large bed. The men appeared to be of Cuban descent. Both men were big, built like football players. They had dark, wavy hair and rough complexions. The woman motioned for the four women to line up in front of the men so they could be examined like livestock. Tanya, the young girl was trembling uncontrollably, standing next to her mother. “I want to fuck the young one.” One of the men said, in broken English. “The blonde I want to suck my bodyguard’s dick.” Tanya collapsed to the floor in a faint, angering the large man. “Miguel, why don’t you fuck the one with the big tits?” The woman suggested. “She’s probably got a tight pussy. She’ll make your huge cock feel wonderful.” “Very well.” The large man said. “But I want the young girl too.” The woman grabbed Cheryl, forcing her onto the bed. “Spread you legs and give this man a good fuck!” She shouted. “If you don’t, I will kill you without giving it a second thought.” Cheryl was terrified. Her fingers grasped the sheets tightly, pulling them towards her. The man grinned as he unbuckled his slacks and let them fall around his ankles. Pushing his boxer shorts down he climbed between Cheryl’s spread legs. The dark skinned woman left the room so the men could have their fun in privacy. The other man grasped Brittany behind the head, forcing her to her knees. Unzipping his pants, he pulled out his huge cock, forcing it towards Brittany’s mouth. Reaching inside his suit jacket he pulled out a .45 automatic, resting the end of the barrel on Brittany’s shoulder. Brittany glanced briefly at it, noticing the safety was off. “Don’t try to bite me or I’ll blow your fucking head off!” He threatened. Brittany slid her lips over the head of the huge cock and began sucking on it hard and fast. The man’s legs spread wider, stabilizing his stance. Brittany heard Cheryl scream out as the man forced his cock inside her pussy. Looking up, she noticed the man she was sucking off was distracted by the action on the bed. Without a moment’s hesitation, she lowered one hand to the floor and made a fist. Bringing her arm up with all her might, she hit the man right in the balls. The man doubled over in pain, groaning loudly. The barrel of the gun slipped to the side of Brittany’s shoulder. In too much pain to pull the trigger or even fight back, Brittany grabbed the gun from his hand and shot wildly at the man hulking between Cheryl‘s legs. The bullet hit him in the shoulder, knocking him down on top of the woman. He rolled off of the bed onto the floor, his body briefly hidden from Brittany’s view. Brittany quickly turned her attentions back to the man she’d been servicing. He was trying to straighten up, his face reddened by anger and pain. “Now I’d like some head!” Brittany smarted off. YOURS!” The man’s eyes grew large than ever seeing the gun pointed right at his head. Squeezing the trigger, the gun jumped in Brittany’s hand. The .45 caliber bullet struck the man in the center of his forehead. Blood splattered against the wall as it exited the man’s head, splashing back on Brittany’s face and chest. She wiped the blood from her face with the back of her hand. Miguel, suffering from a shoulder wound, ran out of the room barely escaping the next bullet Brittany squeezed off. Rushing down the hallway, he ran head-on into the black haired woman. Both stumbled to a heap near the top of the stairway. Climbing off the woman, he ran down the steps holding his pants up with one hand. He knocked down two gunmen trying to make their way up to the second floor. The woman, still lying on the floor, looked up to see Brittany running towards her with the smoking .45 in her hand. The look of panic on her face was something Brittany would not soon forget. Brittany took careful aim before squeezing the trigger. The bullet struck the woman in the crotch, causing her to scream out in extreme pain. “Hurts! Don’t it Bitch!” Brittany exclaimed, gnashing her teeth. The second round stuck the woman in the mouth. The wound flushed oozing blood from the back of her head onto the stairway landing. Rapid fire from the two gunmen at the bottom of the stairs forced Brittany and Cheryl to retreat. The bullets dug into the walls at the top of the stairs, sending dust and dirt flying everywhere. Waiting till the two expended their clips, both women heard the subtle click of the empty magazines being discharged from the weapons. Jumping from cover, Brittany fired the .45 automatic, discharging four quick rounds. Both gunmen fell to the floor, bleeding profusely from their head and chest wounds. Cheryl exclaimed. “There’s six gunmen altogether!” “How do you know there’s six gunmen?” Brittany asked, picking up one of the dead gunmen’s assault weapons. “I’ll tell you later.” Cheryl stated, pulling the assault rifle from the other gunmen‘s hands. Brittany and Cheryl loaded the assault weapons with fresh clips. Hearing footsteps running towards them on the gravel pathway leading to the house, the women took cover behind the wicker furniture. Three gunmen came running into the livingroom, their guns ready to fire. Cheryl jumped up first, surprising the trio. Firing continuously, she sprayed the room with bullets, killing all three men. Brittany ducked low to keep from getting hit by the barrage of bullets. “There’s one more!” Cheryl shouted, her voice filled with excitement. “The bastard’s around her somewhere!” The sound of a large cruiser pulling out of the cove broke the brief period of silence. Both women froze, staring at each other. “What’s that?” Cheryl asked. “Bet that’s your fat-ass lover, Miguel taking off for Cuba.” Brittany smarted off, with a big grin on her face. “Fuck you!” Cheryl responded. “He was no lover!” Brittany and Cheryl climbed over the bodies of the three gunmen, stepping in their blood. Their blood stained feet left brief tracks as the two stepped out onto the front porch of the dilapidated house. Hearing the sound of footsteps running along the side of the house, Brittany and Cheryl stooped down. The gunmen ran past them at full speed, heading for the slope leading to the docks below. Both women opened fire on the man. The barrage of bullets piercing his body knocked him off his feet. Screaming, his body flew forward, skidding on the gravel. “That’s six, the last of them.” Cheryl muttered, her voice much calmer than before. Brittany took a deep breath. Clutching the assault weapon with its smoking barrel, she hurried back into the house. Returning to Evelyn and Tanya in the upstairs bedroom, she smiled as she announced the siege was finally over. The three women made their way down the stairs, stepping over the female gang leader’s dead body and the gunmen sprawled out in the livingroom. Assembling together on the front porch of the decrepit house, the four women took just enough time to settle their nerves. “We better go see if we can get the guys out of the shed.” Brittany suggested. The four women rushed to the shed, apprehensive of what they might find. Shooting the rusty lock apart, the door swung open on its own. They found Kent and Dave lying on the dirt floor of the shed. Both were still alive but badly dehydrated and starved. Dave’s head injury looked worse then ever. Evelyn and her daughter, Tanya rushed into the rear of the house to fetch water for the men. Brittany Cheryl dragged the men out of the humid shed and into the shade. Holding cups of water to their parched lips, the men managed to sip the liquid. Kent and David gradually focused their eyes on the four naked women. Both were too weak to speak but Kent was anxious to make a smart-ass remark. He mumbled something but it was inaudible. “What’d he say?” Evelyn asked. “I think he said we might want to put some clothes on.” Brittany replied, smiling. Evelyn and her daughter didn’t want to go back into where the shootings had occurred. Cheryl scurried back upstairs and found clothes from the gang leader’s bedroom they could wear. Using the garden hose, Brittany and Cheryl washed the blood off their bodies before getting dressed. Evelyn and Tanya held the guy’s heads in their laps while the girls hosed the men off to cool down their overheated bodies. The huge knot on the side of Dave’s head was dark red and purple. His eye was swelled shut and seeping. The late afternoon sun was passing overhead. “What now?” Cheryl asked. “I’m not staying here another night.” Brittany responded. “The four of us will have to carry the guys down the slope, one at a time. I want to burn everything down!” “Burn everything down!” Evelyn exclaimed. “Yeah. There’s gasoline in the shed, probably for the generator.” Brittany responded. “We’ll douse the house, all the bodies and the Scarab. I want to destroy everything.” Although none of the women could figure out Brittany’s insistence on destroying everything, they didn’t argue with her. Getting the men down the slope was harder than Brittany thought. It took over an hour to get them both down to the dock. While Evelyn and Tanya stayed with the men, Brittany and Cheryl went back to the house to set it ablaze. Standing at the top of the steep slope, the two watched as the house became fully engulfed in flames. “Let’s get everyone in the Eliminator boat and see if we can get it started.” Brittany suggested as the two women descended the slope. Helping Dave and Kent onto the boat wasn’t as bad as getting them down the slope. The boat’s ignition switch had been bypassed when it was stolen. A key broken off in the ignition had been used to start and stop the engine. The onboard battery was weak, offering just enough life to turn over the powerful V-8 engine. Roaring to life, Brittany let the engine warm up. “What about the other boat?” Cheryl asked. Brittany climbed up on the dock and ran towards the Scarab. With a small container of gasoline in hand, she doused the seats and carpeting of the boat. Reaching over the back of the boat, she removed the gas fill cap, tossing it in the water. “Untie the boat and get ready to go!” Brittany shouted at Cheryl. Cheryl untied the Eliminator boat from the dock. Holding the side of the boat to the dock, she looked over her shoulder as Brittany struck a match to the seats of the Scarab. The gasoline flared up, almost knocking Brittany off the dock. Running for the boat, Brittany leaped onboard. Cheryl barely managed to get onboard before Brittany pushed the throttle lever forward. The Eliminator’s bow lifted upward as the boat accelerated from the wooden dock. The powerboat climbed up on top of the water, quickly planing out. Brittany steered the boat through the narrow inlet, her fingers tightly gripping the steering wheel. Her heart was pounding so hard, her chest hurt. Once through the narrow waterway, Brittany pushed the throttle lever all the way forward. The boat’s powerful engine roared louder, sounding like deafening thunder. “Thar she blows!” Cheryl shouted, looking back as a huge ball of fire and dark smoke rose from the cove. Brittany briefly glanced over her shoulder at the fire and smoke coming from the cove. Looking upwards to the top of the slope, she saw thick black smoke pouring from the burning house. Heading due west, she steered the boat towards Long Island and safety. The powerboat skimmed across the calm sea, making the trip in less than an hour. Pulling into a marina along the south coast of the island, Brittany pulled up to the fueling station. Luckily for the women, the gunmen hadn’t taken the guy’s wallets. After topping off the fuel tanks and purchasing two bags filled with food, snacks and soft drinks, Brittany eased the boat out of the marina. “We better keep going and try and make it to Nassau.” Brittany stated. “Dave needs medical attention ASAP! The moon should be bright enough to give us enough light to go by when it gets dark.” “How far away are we from Nassau?” Cheryl inquired. “Not far I hope.” “About four hours if we push it.” Brittany replied. Running at a constant sixty miles per hour, Brittany steered the boat north of the Exumas Islands heading west towards Paradise Island and Nassau. Cheryl offered to take over the controls so Brittany could rest a little. Brittany sat in the passenger seat, intently watching out over the horizon in front of them. As the sun set in front of them, darkness quickly surrounded the powerboat. The moon cast a light streak across the calm sea, illuminating their path. “Better let me take over.” Brittany stated. “Keep an eye off to our left. We need to keep a mile or so offshore to avoid any reefs.” Cheryl stood instead of sitting in the barrel-shaped passenger seat. Holding onto the windshield to steady herself, she watched the shoreline quickly passing by. As the long strand of the Exumas Islands faded out of sight behind them, the women found themselves seeing nothing but water again. Cheryl’s hands were trembling as she sat down in the front passenger seat. Gripping the leather upholstery tightly, she nervously bit her lower lip. Brittany glanced over at her. “We’re gonna be alright!” She shouted. “Another hour and we’ll be in Nassau.” Cheryl looked over at Brittany and nodded her head. Her eyes were filled with tears. Brittany glanced at the fuel gauges. She had more than enough fuel to make their destination. Relaxing slightly, she sat back in the driver’s seat, keeping a firm grip on the steering wheel. As the boat approached Paradise Island, Brittany turned the boat south towards Nassau. Following the shoreline off the starboard side of the boat for about thirty minutes, the bright lights of the resort city began glimmering in the distance. “There’s Nassau!” Cheryl shouted. “I see it!” Evelyn and Tanya stood up from their sitting positions on the floor. Holding onto the back of the seats in front of them, they started jumping up and down and screaming. Brittany kept the powerboat at speed till she approached the harbor. Slowing the boat dramatically, she steered the boat into the marina. The dock in front of the marina’s brightly illuminated store was open. Only one boat was tied off to the dock. There were people milling around in front of the store in small groups. Brittany cruised the boat towards the dock. The powerboat’s engine was rumbling loudly. Spinning the wheel hard left, the long boat swung around and floated gently to the dock, nestling against the rubber dock bumpers. Cheryl jumped out of the boat onto the dock. Grabbing a rope, she tied it securely to one of the boat’s cleats. “We need doctors and an ambulance!” Brittany shouted as loud as she could. Several tourists ran into the store to call for help. A crowd formed around the boat, helping Evelyn and Tanya onto the dock. Both women sat down on the dock, not wanting to leave Brittany and Cheryl. Within minutes, sirens wailed louder and louder as they approached the marina. The crowd parted, allowing the medical technicians to pass through. Steeping onboard the powerboat, they made a quick examination of the two men. Inserting IV’s into both men’s arms, they gently lifted the men onto the dock with the assistance of several spectators. While Kent was weak and barely able to speak, Dave had lapsed into a coma. Another team of medical technicians worked their way through the crowd. Placing both men on gurneys, they rolled them down the dock towards awaiting ambulances. Flashing bright red and blue lights reflected over the entire scene. More people began to gather on the dock, curious as to what was going on. A young woman, standing near Brittany lit up a cigarette. Brittany slowly approached the woman. “Excuse me!” Brittany muttered. “Could I please have your cigarette?” Startled at Brittany’s request, the woman took the cigarette from her lips and handed it to her. Taking a long, hard drag off the cigarette, Brittany slowly exhaled the smoke into the warm night air. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 03 “Brittany, Cheryl!” A familiar voice shouted from within the crowd of people. The two women looked around at all the faces, not recognizing anyone. Suddenly Jack and Emily burst through the mass of spectators. Emily hugged Brittany to her while Jack’s arms embraced Cheryl. “My God!” Emily exclaimed. “We thought you were all killed!” “So did we.” Brittany muttered. “We should all be dead.” “What happened?” Emily inquired, her voice quite excited. “I don’t want to talk about it right now.” Brittany responded. “We need to get to the hospital.” “Of course! Of course!” Emily responded. “Jack, let’s get these women to the hospital right away!” She shouted. The couple assisted the four women down the dock. Jack was able to flag down a passing taxi. Arriving at the hospital, Jack took charge, directing the staff as to the women’s medical needs. “I’ll go check on the guys.” Jack said to Emily. “You stay with the women. Make sure they’re taken care of.” Cheryl and Evelyn were quickly examined by a doctor and released. After Tanya was examined, she was given a sedative and taken to a private room. The doctor examined Brittany, thoroughly examining her vaginal area. She had some scarring and inflammation from being ripped apart by the huge dildo. A nurse applied some ointment to her vaginal wounds. The salve immediately cooled and eased the burning. She was given a sedative and wheeled into the same room as Tanya. Both Brittany and Tanya slept through the night. Waking sometime in the late morning, Brittany was alarmed at the IV’s and sensors attached to her body. Still groggy from the sedation, she tried to call out for help. Cheryl and Evelyn were standing out in the hallway. Hearing Brittany’s voice, they rushed to her side. “Take it easy. Take it easy.” Cheryl said, holding Brittany’s arms down. “You’ll tear out the IV’s.” “Get me out of here.” Brittany begged. “I don’t wanna stay here.” “Not until the doctors release you.” Evelyn replied. “You’re staying put whether you like it or not.” “Kent, Dave.” Brittany muttered. “What about them?” “Kent’s gonna be alright.” Cheryl responded. “He’s down the hall in another room. He’s suffering from exposure and dehydration. He‘s still terribly weak.” “They did what they could for Dave.” She added. “They flew him to Miami for emergency surgery late last night.” “Where’s Tanya?” Brittany murmured. “Is she alright?” “Yeah, she’s alright.” Evelyn stated. “She’s in the bed right beside yours.” Brittany quickly looked over at the other bed to see Tanya still sound asleep. A few minutes later, Jack and Emily entered the girl’s hospital room. Both of them had stayed at the hospital throughout the night. “I just called Mercy Hospital in Miami.” Jack spoke out. “Dave’s going to be alright. They were able to successfully operate on him and relieve the pressure on his brain. He’s going to be hospitalized for awhile and he’s got a good bit of recovery ahead of him.” The women were greatly relieved to hear the good news about Dave, especially Brittany. Looking away from everyone in the room, her eyes filled with tears. She was thankful the team had all survived their terrible ordeal. Accomplishing their mission successfully wasn’t as important. “Why don’t we all get out of here for awhile?” Cheryl suggested. “Brittany still needs her rest.” After everyone left the room, Brittany adjusted her bed to an upright position so she could look out the window. About the only thing she could see was the hustle and bustle of the tourist town. Souvenir shops and street vendors were doing a steady business. Tourists on foot were darting between cars and bicyclers trying to cross the busy streets. Brittany’s room companion, Tanya was sleeping soundly. She’d been through a horrific ordeal. “How’s my favorite marshal?” A familiar voice spoke, startling Brittany. Quickly turning her attentions towards the person who spoke, she saw Brad Langley, district director for the agency standing at the foot of her hospital bed. His face, hinted of a smile. “I just came from Kent’s room.” Brad stated. “You look a helluva lot better than he does.” “Is that supposed to be a compliment?” Brittany retorted. “Can we talk?” Brad asked, looking over at Tanya in the adjoining bed. “Yeah. She’s asleep.” Brittany replied. “She’s been through hell the last few days.” “I flew down as soon as I heard the news about you guys rescuing Jared Brook’s wife and daughter. It was all over the national news this morning.” “Jared Brooks?” Brittany inquired. “Who’s Jared Brooks? “He’s some big shot real estate mogul from Hollywood.” Brad responded. “You know. Beverly Hills, Malibu. That sort of thing. He’s considering running for political office.” “Oh.” Brittany muttered. “I need to see about getting you and the rest of the group out of here and back to Dallas.” Brad stated. “All this publicity isn’t what the agency wants.” “What do you mean?” Brittany asked, confused by his comment. “Well. We just wanted you four to come down here and make an effort to put a stop to this pirate crap.” Brad hesitantly replied. “We didn’t count on you guys actually pulling it off.” “You mean this was all a ruse?” Brittany responded, her temperament starting to show. “You thought we were actually going to fail.” “Kinda.” Brad replied. “The agency was ordered to make an effort to put a stop to the kidnappings. It was mainly to appease some Washington brass with ties to the Bahamas.” “So if we’d all gotten killed, you could say you made and effort and it just resulted in more people getting killed.” Brittany stated, her voice rising as much as her anger. “Let me see if I can talk to someone about getting you and Kent released.” Langley responded, avoiding Brittany’s question altogether. “We can all fly back on the company plane together.” “Fuck you!” Brittany shouted. “I’m not going anywhere with you!” Brittany’s outburst woke Tanya from her sound sleep. Raising up slowly on one arm, Tanya rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Brad Langley stormed out of the room, his footsteps fading quickly as he hurried down the hospital corridor. “He’s quite an asshole, isn’t he?” Tanya remarked. “Yeah, that he is!” Brittany exclaimed. “Sorry about waking you.” Brittany added. “My temper just got the best of me.” “You didn’t wake me.” Tanya responded. “I’ve been awake for about fifteen minutes. “So. You heard everything?” Brittany inquired. “Yeah.” Tanya replied. “I don’t think I’d ever consider becoming a Federal marshal now.” “Stay in college and get yourself a good education.” Brittany stated. “Stay out of law enforcement. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.” Bikini And A Badge Ch. 04 Reclining in bed, Brittany’s anger slowly receded. Her eyes focused on the street activities visible from her hospital window. Late in the afternoon, a doctor accompanied by one of the nurses entered the room. Not saying a word, the nurse pulled the privacy curtain closed, separating Brittany from Tanya. “I need to give you a final examination before releasing you.” The doctor stated. The doctor, a tall, thin man in his late forties with a receding hairline, slipped his long fingers into a latex glove. Without hesitation he pulled Brittany’s gown up to her waist, exposing her vaginal area. His fingers gently parted the folds of her pussy. Brittany turned her head away, her fingers tightly grasping the bedsheet. Examining her carefully, his main concern was the healing of the scar tissue along the inner walls of her pussy. “Apply a little of the ointment to her vaginal walls.” He said, directing his order to the nurse standing at the foot of the bed. “You’ll need to abstain from intercourse for at least a week.” The doctor stated, looking over his glasses at Brittany. “Two weeks would be even better. I’m going to give you a tube of the ointment along with some antibiotics. You should see your own doctor when you get back home.” Brittany nodded her head instead of verbally acknowledging his orders. The nurse, a stocky young woman in her early thirties, soothingly applied the ointment, spreading the cream inside Brittany’s sensitive pussy. After helping Brittany cover herself, she pushed the privacy curtain back against the wall. Tanya was sitting on the side of her bed, watching a news program broadcast from Miami. Brittany closed her eyes, trying to relax. Hearing her name and the names of her team members mentioned by the news anchors grabbed her attention. Brittany focused on the newscasters, listening to every word they spoke. The report detailed the rescue of Evelyn and Tanya by the team of Federal marshals. Only one person on the team could have revealed such details, Cheryl. A short video clip showed Jared Brooks boarding a private jet in LA to meet his wife and daughter in Nassau. The next short video clip was an interview with Brad Langley. He was standing behind a podium with numerous microphones mounted on it. Reading a prepared statement, its main focus was on Evelyn and Tanya, wife and daughter of the real estate mogul and political hopeful. Brittany’s team was just casually mentioned. A few questions relative to the rescue were asked after the statement was read. It was just more cover-up by the agency. “You guys are heroes!” Tanya exclaimed. “You really are!” Brittany gave Tanya a forced smile, feeling more like a fool who’d been used by the agency than a hero. The anger deep within her was beginning to surface. Thoughts of revenge against those who’d wronged her and her team began running through her mind. Jared and Evelyn Brooks entered the hospital room. Evelyn was carrying several shopping bags. While Jared hugged his daughter, Evelyn quickly approached Brittany’s bedside, giving Brittany a strong and sincere hug. “Cheryl and I did a little shopping.” Evelyn said. “I bought you some clothes so you’d have something decent to wear on your trip home.” Brittany thanked Evelyn for her thoughtfulness. Having clothes to wear home hadn’t been something she’d put much thought into. “I want you to meet my husband.” Evelyn stated. “Jared, come over here and meet Brittany.” She added. Jared Brooks was quite handsome. Standing close to six feet tall, his southern California tan highlighted his pleasant smile. His deep-set, bright green eyes were large and intriguing. His dark brown hair was bleached light by the sun. Dressed in stylish Dockers and a light blue polo shirt, he approached Brittany’s bed. “Jared, this is the young lady I’ve been telling you about.” Evelyn said with a big smile. “Brittany, this is my husband, Jared.” Brittany pushed her hand out to shake Jared’s but he didn’t make the gesture back. “A handshake won’t do it.” He stated. “It just won’t.” Putting his arms around Brittany, he gave her a lengthy hug. Kissing her lightly on the cheek, Brittany noticed his watery eyes holding back ears of happiness. “I don’t know how I’ll ever thank you for what you did but I’m going to figure out a way.” Jared stated. “I mean it. I want to do something special for you.” “Well, it wasn’t just me.” Brittany said, blushing. “There were three other members of the team.” “Yeah, I know.” Jared responded. “But, Evelyn told me everything that happened. If it weren’t for you, the others wouldn’t have been able to pull off the rescue.” Brittany didn’t feel much like clarifying anything Evelyn might have told him. Letting him continue with his expressions of gratefulness might get him to shut up quicker. Jared’s voice was like a drone, continuous and boring. Brad Langley and Cheryl entered the hospital room. Brad waved an envelope he had in his hand. “Got the doctor to sign off on your release.” He stated. “Damn near had to bribe the bastard to get it. “Get dressed.” He added. “I’ve got them getting Kent ready to travel. We’ll have to wheelchair is ass outta here.” Before Brittany could reply, Langley exited the room like a strong gust of wind. “Hope that wasn’t your travel agent!” Jared Brooks quipped. “Didn’t much care for his bedside manner.” Cheryl pulled the privacy curtain closed before helping Brittany got dressed. Evelyn had purchased an expensive pair of dress slacks and a tailored blouse for Brittany. The clothes fit her perfectly. Running a brush and comb through her streaked blonde hair made her feel better as well as improve her looks. Not bothering with make-up, Brittany was ready to travel. Jared and Evelyn were standing in the corridor outside the room. Tanya, already dressed, was standing with them. Jared and Evelyn gave the two women a hug. Tanya held onto Brittany’s arm, grasping it like she wasn’t going to let go. Jared handed Brittany one of his business cards. “I meant what I said about doing something special for you.” Jared reiterated. “I’ll be in touch with you.” Brittany thanked him for his comment, brushing off the remark. The two women stood in the hospital’s lobby, waiting on Langley and Kent. Spotting a male nurse pushing Kent in a wheelchair into the lobby, a smile quickly appeared on her face. He looked much better than the last time she’d seen him, weak from malnutrition and dehydration. Kent was still weak, too weak to stand on his own two feet without assistance. Exiting the hospital, Langley directed the women towards a white Suburban waiting for them. The ride to the airport was not more than fifteen minutes long if that. The driver weaved the large SUV through traffic like he was running an obstacle course. Kent and Langley sat in the back seat with Cheryl while Brittany sat up front with the driver. Arriving at the resort city’s airport, the driver guided the Suburban through the security gates. Passing by several private jets, he pulled up to the last one in line. The pilot and copilot were standing with several other pilots just inside one of the hangers. Tossing their soft drink cans into a trash receptacle, they quickly approached the plane. With Brittany and Cheryl’s assistance, Kent managed to climb the few steps to board the small plane. Brittany and Cheryl sat side by side, directly across from Kent. Langley chose a seat directly behind Kent. The flight back to Dallas would take less than three hours. “You never did tell me how you knew there were only six gunmen left at the house.” Brittany stated, looking coyly at Cheryl. “Are you going to keep it a secret?” “No. I don’t mind telling you.” Cheryl responded, looking out the window instead of looking directly at Brittany. “I’m not ashamed of what happened.” “After that bitch worked you over till you passed out, she forced me to suck off each one of the men.” Cheryl said. “It was her way of rewarding them for our capture. I counted six men so I figured that was all there was.” “Glad they were all straight.” Brittany quipped, grinning. “If there’d been a gay one, we might have been ambushed by the cocksucker.” Cheryl chuckled at Brittany’s remark, realizing that there could have been one or more guys that missed getting one of her infamous blowjobs. Thank God, there wasn’t! “I’m thinking seriously about quitting the agency.” Cheryl murmured. “Being away from my husband and two kids and going through all this has made me think about my life.” “You’re married!” Brittany exclaimed, keeping her voice low. “I thought the way you and Dave were going at it, you too were getting involved.” “Nah.” Cheryl casually responded. “Besides, Dave would never ask his wife for a divorce. I’d never ask my husband for one either. I just like to fuck around whenever I get the chance.” It suddenly and surprisingly dawned on Brittany that she really hadn’t known all that much about her team members. She never thought about either Dave or Cheryl being married. “What about you and Kent?” Cheryl inquired. “You two hit it off several times. He sure got you off!” “We’re not involved.” Brittany replied. “He’s got a girlfriend back home I think he’s kinda serious about.” “Serious but not faithful is more like it!” Cheryl muttered. “They just want to score as often as they can before they finally settle down.” The rest of the flight was quiet. No one said a word till the plane taxied to a private hanger at DFW International. “Kent’s girlfriend is meeting him at the hotel.” Brad Langley stated. “She going to take care of him for a few days. Cheryl, I’ve made reservations for you at the same hotel.” “Britt, I need you to come in tomorrow morning for a debriefing.” Langley continued. “Be in my office at 9:00am.” Two men assisted Kent into an unmarked car, obviously one of the agency’s. Cheryl hugged Brittany before getting in the back seat of the black sedan. As the car pulled out of the hanger it quickly picked up speed, becoming a dark blur in the distance. “I’ll give you a ride out to your car.” Langley offered. “No thanks.” Brittany replied. “I can walk it. “Don’t be a pain in the ass.” Langley replied. “Get in the car. It’s too damn hot to be walking all over the damn airport.” Brittany gave in to Langley’s offer, realizing it was a long walk to the parking lots. Giving the driver, the location of her vehicle, she relaxed against the cloth seats of the sedan. Pulling up behind her car, she realized she didn’t have the car keys. Everything had gone down with the boat. Her purse, money, credit cards, driver’s license, everything was sitting somewhere at the bottom of the sea, off Crooked Island. “Want me to have it towed?” Langley inquired, grinning. “No.” Brittany replied, stepping out of the car. “I’ve got a spare key hidden inside the wheel cover. All I need is a screwdriver or something to pry it off with.” The driver handed Brittany a small pocketknife, opening one of the blades for her. Brittany popped the center of the wheel cover off. Sliding the cover back on the magnetic key holder, she took out the single car key. Driving her little compact car home felt much different than it had before. Over the past week, she’d been used to being at the controls of the large cruiser and the powerboat. Her compact car felt like steering a little dingy on a small lake. Brittany went to bed early that evening. Sleeping in her own bed, in her own apartment, she felt secure and safe. Waking early the next morning, the watched the morning news while she sipped freshly brewed coffee. Smoking one cigarette after another, she contemplated her 9:00 meeting with Langley. One of the news stories was a brief commentary on the return of the team’s members to the Dallas area. Jared Brooks and his wife and daughter were briefly mentioned. A short video clip showed the family safely returning to their home in Beverly Hills. Arriving at the agency, she was early for her meeting with Brad Langley. Several people she encountered on her way to his office, stopped to offer their congratulations and praise. Langley’s secretary even gave her a big smile and a handshake when she approached her desk. “You can go on in.” She said. “Mr. Langley’s waiting on you.” Brittany took a deep breath before entering Langley’s office. Rising from his desk, he came around to approach her. He wasn’t smiling and he looked quite upset. “Sit down.” He said. “I’ll get right to the point and make this brief.” His words alarmed Brittany. This was supposed to be a debriefing, not a meeting. Langley sat in the chair next to her instead of sitting behind his desk. “Washington’s not too happy with the outcome of your assignment.” Langley stated. “It’s caused a big stir with some of the other victim’s families.” “I don’t understand.” Brittany said. “Why are they upset?” “They’re pissed because we’ve decided not to pursue the matter any further.” Langley replied. “It’s become an international affair. Our hands are tied. There’s seven other women that were kidnapped and we can’t go after them because of their present location. Washington can‘t afford an international incident right now.” Brittany realized how the families of the other seven women would feel. Her team had rescued, strictly by accident, the wife and daughter of a wealthy real estate tycoon who was probably going to run for a high-ranking political office in California. These women’s families were probably of much less social stature and wealth. They felt slighted and forgotten. “That’s not all.” Langley added. “I’ve been directed to post your severance pay directly to your bank account. It’ll be in there before noon.” Brittany’s shock showed on her face. She was just beginning to comprehend all the information she just been related. Now, she was facing the fact that she was out of a job. Not only had the agency turned their back on her, they’d slapped her in the face. Rising from her chair, she had to force her legs to propel her towards the closed door of the office. “I’ll need your badge and the gun you were issued!” Langley shouted. “No problem.” Brittany responded, looking back at her former boss. “It’s on the fucking boat at the bottom of the sea. Feel free to have at it.” Slamming the door behind her, she quickly exited Brad Langley’s office. Hurrying down the hallway, she stepped into an empty elevator. At the lobby level, Brittany rushed towards the doors, trying to get as far away from her former employer as possible. A horde of people were standing between her and the doors. Brittany had no realization they were news people. “There she is!” A voice shouted from within the crowd of people. Bright lights were quickly turned on and pointed her way. Within seconds, Brittany found herself totally surrounded by cameras and news correspondents. Numerous microphones were shoved in her face. Brittany froze, completely paralyzed. “Miss Reynolds, how does it feel to be a heroine?” A woman asked Brittany. “I don’t feel like a heroine.” Brittany managed to get the words out of her mouth. “I don’t even feel close to being a heroine.” “Now that you’re back in Dallas, will you be going back to your old job or are you going to be a field agent?” Another news correspondent asked. “I won’t be doing either.” Brittany muttered, trying to keep her tears at bay. “Is it true, the Federal marshals won’t be trying to rescue the other seven women who were kidnapped over the past several weeks?” Someone from the crowd shouted. “I’m not sure what the agency’s plans are.” Brittany replied. “These women will not be forgotten.” Brittany added, feeling bold. “I can assure you of that.” “Does that mean, rescue attempts will be made?” One of the news people asked. Brittany couldn’t answer the last question, realizing she was saying more than it was safe to say. She’d allowed herself to get caught up in all the rapid fire questioning. Brittany wasn’t thinking clearly, her answers were beginning to sound like bold statements. “You’ll have to excuse me.” Brittany said. “I’ve got to be going.” Brittany forced her way through the crowd towards the front doors. Questions were shouted at her but Brittany closed her ears to them. Once outside, she took a quick deep breath before running towards her car. Back at her apartment, Brittany locked the front door to keep out any unwanted intruders from barging in. Sitting in the solitude of her livingroom, Brittany’s nerves gradually settled down. Now without a job to go to, she had alot of free time on her hands. Thoughts of taking a trip back to Missouri and visiting her family came to mind. She was certain her family would only ask question after question about her experience in the Bahamas. She didn’t feel up to being interrogated nor did she want to witness their reaction to them learning she’d lost her job at the agency. Going home for a visit didn’t sound like such a good idea afterall. The ring of the telephone startled Brittany. Checking the caller I.D. before answering the call, it registered an unfamiliar phone number. Brittany let it ring, figuring it was either a telemarketer or a misdialed number. Brittany decided to go shopping to replace most of the items she’s lost when the cruiser went down. Stopping at the bank, she checked on her bank account. Her severance check had been posted as promised. After taking care of all her banking business, she drove out to her favorite mall. Treating herself to some new clothes, she wore herself out carrying the heavy shopping bags. Before returning home, Brittany stopped for a quick shopping trip through her local supermarket. Several women in the grocery approached her, recognizing her from the newscasts. She tried to keep the conversations friendly but brief, feeling tired from all the day’s activities. Returning to her apartment, Brittany was greeted by the constant ringing of the telephone. Ignoring the call, she set about putting everything away. The phone kept ringing, one call after another. Brittany decided to unplug the phone from the wall so she could take a nap in peace. Waking early in the evening, she checked her caller I.D. before plugging her telephone back in. The same phone number showed up repeatedly almost a dozen times. Brittany jotted the phone number down on a pad before erasing the calls. Within minutes, the phone rang again. It was the same number! Brittany decided to answer the phone so she could put an end to the harassment. “Hello.” She said, answering the phone. “Brittany! Brittany, it’s me, Evelyn Brooks.” The caller responded. “You had us all worried.” “Evelyn. I didn’t expect to hear from you.” Brittany said. “Figured you and Tanya would be recuperating in seclusion.” “I wish.” Evelyn replied. “It’s been hectic as hell ever since we got back home. Our friends just won’t leave us alone. How’s things in Dallas?” “Well ………… not good.” Brittany hesitantly answered. “I got my ass fired this morning.” Evelyn couldn’t believe Brittany had been fired after successfully accomplishing the mission. The two women discussed what had happened to them since they’d left Nassau. While both women had become celebrities of sorts, Evelyn’s had seemed to work in her favor. Brittany’s celebrity status had only put her in the ranks of the unemployed. “The reason I’m calling you is Jared and I want you to come out an visit with us for a couple of weeks.” Evelyn stated. “I’m sure you could use a peaceful vacation.” “Oh, well, I’ve got alot of things I need to do here.” Brittany responded, trying to come up with an excuse that Evelyn would accept. “I understand.” Evelyn replied. “I know how it is. I just want to stay in touch with you. I feel you’re probably the closest and best friend I’ve ever had.” Bikini And A Badge Ch. 04 “How about I come out for a visit next week.” Brittany suggested, feeling Evelyn was pleading for her to visit. “I can catch a flight out from Dallas and spend some time. I’m not in a hurry to find another job right away.” “That’d be great!” Evelyn responded. “Let me know when you’ll arrive and I’ll meet you at the airport.” Brittany agreed to stay in touch with Evelyn and to keep her promise to visit the following week. Although Brittany didn’t have all that much to catch up on, she wanted time to herself. Contemplating what she was going to do with the rest of her life was utmost on her mind. She loved law enforcement and the excitement and challenges it offered. Even the thought of moving away from Dallas to a much smaller city crossed her mind. The rest of the week, Brittany worked at getting her life back in order. Getting another driver’s license and her credit cards replaced were just a few of the important matters she accomplished. By weeks end, Brittany and Evelyn were finalizing their plans for her visit to Beverly Hills. The flight took less than three hours to make. Arriving at LAX, Brittany walked through the gigantic and crowded terminal looking for Evelyn. The two women had agreed to meet at a designated area Evelyn was well familiar with. After asking directions, Brittany managed to find her way to the meeting place. Evelyn, Jared and Tanya rushed towards her the instant they spotted her. Evelyn and Tanya were overjoyed; their eyes welled with tears. Jared’s familiar politician’s smile was ever present on his handsome face. Jared Brooks had his driver gather up Brittany’s luggage and carry them to the car. Evelyn never stopped talking and Tanya hung onto Brittany’s arm much the same way she’d done at the hospital in Nassau. It struck Brittany that the two women seemed starved for attention. Seeing the two women she’d shared a nightmare with brightened Brittany’s spirits. It didn’t bring back alot of bad memories like she feared. Sitting in the back of the Brook’s limousine, Evelyn ranted on and on about how happy she was to see Brittany. For a woman with such high social stature, she seemed like a very lonely woman. Tanya on the other hand, seemed like a college girl starved for affection. Arriving at the Brook’s residence in posh Beverly Hills, Brittany was astonished at their beautiful home. A maid greeted them at the door, assisting with Brittany’s luggage. Once inside the home, Brittany quickly glanced around at all the beautiful furnishings and expensive paintings hanging on the walls. The massive home had been built back in the early sixties at the request of a high-ranking movie studio executive. Jared had purchased the home for his and Evelyn’s tenth wedding anniversary. While most of the home was expensively carpeted, the large foyer was floored with imported granite. The transition from echoing footsteps on the granite to the soft plush of the carpet was very noticeable. Jared suggested the group sit out on the terrace that surrounded the huge swimming pool and enjoy a bite of lunch. Turning down Jared’s offer of wine because of the antibiotics she was still taking, Brittany enjoyed sipping on chilled lemonade. Noticing Evelyn’s frequent touch of her hand on hers, alerted Brittany that something was wrong. It was like Evelyn was reaching out for her. Jared was quite the host, trying his best to cater to Brittany. He obviously had a hidden agenda on his mind. It would just be a matter of time before he’d show his hand. Brittany was willing to wait, knowing she wasn’t going to be very cooperative with the man. After lunch, Jared excused himself to return to his real estate office at one of the more prestigious locations in Beverly Hills. Tanya went inside to change into a swimsuit, deciding to go for a swim in the inviting pool with its sparkling water. Evelyn and Brittany remained on the terrace alone. “You mind telling me why you really wanted me to come out for a visit?” Brittany asked. “I sense there’s something terribly wrong.” Hesitating to answer Brittany’s blunt question, tears began to form in Evelyn’s eyes. Evelyn turned her head away from Brittany, looking out over the beautifully landscaped backyard. “I feel like I’m still living the nightmare.” Evelyn muttered. “All I can think about is how brutal we were all treated. Our friends keep pushing me for details. I can’t possible tell them what happened. I can‘t even tell Jared.” “If they were really your friends, they’d be compassionate instead of inquisitive.” Brittany stated. “Seems like they’re just looking for juicy details, some sexy stories they can masturbate to in the privacy of their bedrooms.” “I keep telling them that neither Tanya or myself was raped or beaten but they don’t seem to believe me.” Evelyn muttered. “They give me that look like I’m hiding something.” “One of the morning television shows even asked me to do a live interview about the ordeal.” Evelyn added. “Jared thinks I should do it to set things straight.” “Are you sure that’s his real reason?” Brittany asked. “Are you sure he’s not just looking to get alot of publicity for his political campaign?” “You figured that out already, huh.” Evelyn replied. “I wish he’d just stick with his real estate business. This run for political office is all he thinks about. He‘s got alot of powerful men backing him.” Brittany and Evelyn sat in silence, watching Tanya swim laps back and forth in the pool. Evelyn’s demeanor seemed to calm. Brittany was thinking of other things, her concern about Evelyn’s mental well-being was most important. “Let me have a talk with your husband, just he and I.” Brittany stated, breaking the silence. “Going on television and talking about what we all went through might be the best thing for you and it might benefit me also.” “You mean both of us do the interview together?” Evelyn asked, her face expressing shock at Brittany’s statement. “Yes. We do the interview live and together. I want Tanya there also.” Brittany replied, slightly smiling. “That way they won’t dare pull any punches that might backfire on them.” Evelyn gave it careful and considerable thought before reluctantly agreeing. Brittany was already forming a plan in her mind. Depending upon her meeting with Evelyn’s husband, the whole thing might not take place. Brittany vowed to stand her ground with Jared. Everything was going to be her way or no way! That evening after returning to the Brook’s home from a dinner out, Brittany and Jared strolled out onto the terrace. Sitting out by the pool, Brittany’s eyes focused on the underwater lighting just below the pool’s surface. “Evelyn tells me she’s been asked to do a live interview on one of the morning news shows.” Brittany stated in a soft voice, just above a whisper. “Yeah. But she won’t hear of it.” Jared Brooks replied, sounding quite disappointed. “The news show is broadcast nationally, not just locally.” “It’d really be a big boost to your political campaign, wouldn’t it?” Brittany quipped. “Sure wouldn’t hurt your real estate business either.” “Well. I never really looked at it that way.” Jared replied, obviously lieing and not doing a very good job of it. “Jared, you’ll go far in politics.” Brittany quipped. “You’ve got bullshit down to an art!” Jared was forced to grin at Brittany’s remark. He nodded his head, acknowledging his agreement with the statement. “I suggested to your wife that she and Tanya do the interview.” Brittany said. “But, with me being the one actually being interviewed, not them.” “It’ll help put a stop to all the anguish she’s being put through from your friends and tell the story the way it really happened.” Brittany added. “It’ll put an end to all the speculation about your wife and daughter too.” “That’s a fantastic idea!” Jared Brooks exclaimed. “I’ll have my secretary phone the television station tomorrow and set it up!” “NO! No you wont!” Brittany quickly replied. “You and I will set it up together. But, only after you’ve met my requirements.” “Ok, what are your requirements?” Jared asked, anxious to hear her reply. “There’s just three.” Brittany responded. “First, I set the questions for the live television interview. Second, you allow Evelyn and Tanya to have all the privacy they need afterwards. Don’t use them as window dressing for your political campaign.” “Ok. I can agree to that I guess.” Jared said. “What’s the third requirement?” “There’s no guess. You have to fully agree.” Brittany fired back. “I want you to swear you’ll abide by my requirements.” “OK! OK!” Jared replied. “My third requirement is also non-negotiable.” Brittany stated. “I want five million dollars transferred to a special bank account.” Jared’s head snapped back at her blatant statement. He walked away from Brittany a few steps before turning around to face her. “You must think I’m made of money.” He said. “What makes you think I’m going to pay you to do some damn interview on live television?” “The money’s not for me doing the interview. Although it will settle things down for Evelyn and Tanya.” Brittany answered. “I need the five million for another reason.” “And don’t give me alot of BS about not having that much money.” Brittany added. “Last year, your real estate firm made more than ten times that amount in net profits. And that’s just what you reported. In reality, you probably made double that.” “Mind telling me what the five million would be spent on?” Jared inquired, a hint of a grin on his face. “Let’s put it this way.” Brittany responded, with her arms folded in front of her. “You‘ll find out when everyone else does ………… during the live television interview.” “Well, it’s getting late and I’ve got an important meeting early in the morning.” Jared Brooks muttered. “I’ll give you my answer before I leave.” Jared escorted Brittany back inside the Brook’s family home. While Jared spent the rest of the evening in his study making phone calls, the women watched television in the great room. “How’d your talk go with Jared?” Evelyn inquired. “I’ve got him thinking.” Brittany responded. “I’m not sure he’s too keen on the deal I offered him though.” “Mind telling me what the deal was?” Evelyn asked, her curiosity getting the best of her. “It was pretty much what you and I discussed.” Brittany replied. “I did tell him it’d cost him five million dollars though.” “Five million dollars!” Evelyn exclaimed. “What would you ever do with five million dollars?” “During the past week, I’ve been giving alot of thought about the seven women who were kidnapped.” Brittany answered. “Can you imagine what they must be going through right now while we sit here comfortable and safe?” “I hate to think of how they’re being abused.” Evelyn muttered. “I don’t think I could have endured that kind of life, neither could Tanya. I don’t think she’s had many sexual experiences.” “But that doesn’t explain why you need five million dollars.” Evelyn added. “I need the money to put together a team to go in after them.” Brittany murmured, keeping her voice low enough to keep Tanya from overhearing. “No! No! No!” Evelyn exclaimed. “I won’t hear of it! I won’t! You’ve done enough. Don’t go risking your life for someone else.” Brittany waited till the woman calmed down. Tanya came over to sit with Brittany and her mother. “Won’t hear of what?” Tanya asked. “What’s going on?” “Brittany wants to go after the other seven women who were kidnapped in the Bahamas.” Evelyn responded. “It’s much too dangerous.” “You’re crazy!” Tanya exclaimed. “You got some kind of death wish or something?” “No, not a death wish.” Brittany replied. “I just have this desire to try and help the families of those women. If the agency or no one else will make the effort, I feel I’ve got to give it a try.” “You’d be killed.” Evelyn said. “I just know it.” “Maybe, maybe not.” Brittany responded. “With the right team members and the right equipment, we might just be able to pull it off.” Seeing how upset Evelyn had become, Brittany decided not to discuss the matter any further. The woman was under alot of stress already and still recovering from her ordeal in the Bahamas. There was no reason to upset her any further. At breakfast the next morning, Jared Brooks remained silent. Brittany had all but given up on getting him to cooperate. She was sure Evelyn had discussed the matter with her husband at bedtime the previous evening. Jared rose from his chair, stating he had to be on his way to a meeting. Giving his wife and daughter a kiss on the cheek, he left the residence. “I’ve got a tennis lesson at 10:30.” Evelyn stated. “That’ll give us sufficient time to take care of things at the bank.” It took a moment for Brittany to realize that Jared and Evelyn Brooks had decided to finance her missions to rescue the seven kidnapped women. The women finished their breakfast not saying a word. The two women drove to the bank in Evelyn’s Mercedes sports car. Evelyn’s demeanor had changed somewhat from the previous evening. Her manner seemed more aggressive, driving well above the posted speed limits. Pulling into the bank’s spacious parking lot, Evelyn finally broke her silence. “I want to be involved in this crazy stunt of yours, so does Jared.” Evelyn stated, with a most serious expression on her attractive face. “We want to be of as much help as we can. I’ll never be able to forgive myself if something happens to you.” “What kind of involvement are you talking about?” Brittany inquired. “Jared and I thought we might set up a command post of sorts in our home.” Evelyn replied. “We could help with the investigation and assist you with whatever you need. I can’t just sit at home and not do anything.” Brittany agreed to accept Jared and Evelyn’s help. With someone back in the states to contact if she needed help, it would definitely be a plus. She knew her former employer, the agency wasn’t going to be of any assistance. The women set up a bank account from which Brittany could access the funds as she needed them. With the five million transferred into the account, the two women left the bank, returning to the Brook’s residence in Beverly Hills. Dropping Brittany off at the front door, Evelyn sped off for her tennis lesson. Brittany entered the house, noticing how quiet and empty it appeared. It was the maid’s day off so she assumed she was the only one at the home. Ascending the stairs to the second floor, she entered the guest bedroom. Thinking she’d take a dip in the swimming pool, she looked out the bedroom window at the pool below with its sparkling water. She was surprised at what she saw going on just below her on the terrace. Tanya Brooks was reclining on one of the lounges; her skimpy white bikini was lying on the ground next to her. Kneeling between her wide spread legs was a young man in his early twenties. Both of his arms were heavily covered with tattoos. The man was obviously performing oral sex on the college girl. His tongue was licking furiously at Tanya’s pussy, bringing her close to orgasm. Her hips were gyrating wildly, enjoying the oral stimulation. Another young man with a very dark tan was standing over Tanya’s face. Holding his cock, he was rapidly plunging it in and out of Tanya’s mouth. Her hands were grasping the young man’s legs, digging her fingernails into his thighs. Tanya’s mouth was sucking hard on the cock as it plunged faster and faster into her mouth. Her lips were clenched tightly around the huge cock, trying to get him off. Pulling his cock from Tanya’s mouth, he stroked it hard several times before plunging it deep into her mouth. Shooting his load deep into her throat, Tanya’s body shook as she was forced to swallow the young man’s cum. With his cock still buried in Tanya’s mouth, he milked the shaft, secreting the last of his cum. Withdrawing his dick from Tanya’s mouth, he leaned over and kissed her smiling lips. The other young man, kneeling between the young woman’s spread legs, watched the two kissing. Climbing between Tanya’s legs, he spread them wider, holding them apart with his strong hands. His hard cock was long and quite thick. Unconsciously, Brittany licked her lips, imagining what it would feel like sucking on it. Tanya guided the huge cock to her wanton pussy. The young man, eager to fuck the college girl spread before him, pressed the bulbous head of his cock into her. Working his cock slowly, he managed to impale Tanya in a few strokes. A loud moan escaped her lips as the cock sank to her inner depths. Positioning her legs on his shoulders, the young man fucked his huge cock in and out of Tanya’s pussy. His pelvis bucked hard as he fucked the woman with all his might. Tanya was begging him to fuck her harder and faster. “Give it to her good!” The one man exclaimed as he stroked his cock to get it hard again. “Just make sure you save some of that pussy for me!” The young man fucking Tanya couldn’t hold back as he plunged one long stroke into Tanya. Emitting a loud groan, he shot his load into the woman. His hips slowed dramatically as the cum flowed from his cock into Tanya’s wanton pussy. Pulling back, his cock slipped from her pussy, trailing a long thick strand of cum. Getting up from the lounge, the young man stumbled, almost losing his balance and falling. Tanya quickly changed positions, getting on all fours. She was insatiable, wanting more cock. The man stroking his cock positioned himself behind Tanya. With one thrust, he buried the full length of his hard cock deep inside her pussy. Tanya squealed as the young man fucked his hard cock into her. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he pulled Tanya’s head back violently. Her mouth gaped open, emitting a loud moan as the man fucked her hard and fast. Slamming his pelvis into her ass, both cheeks quickly reddened. Tanya gyrated her ass back into the young man, meeting his every stroke with hers. The man pulled his hard cock from Tanya’s pussy. Holding it near the base, he guided it to the woman’s ass. His cock lubricated with Tanya’s and his friend’s cum, penetrated the woman’s ass with little resistance. Fucking her hard, Tanya kept begging for more. In a few minutes, the man shot his load into Tanya’s ass before collapsing on top of the young woman. Brittany stepped back from the bedroom window just as one of the men looked up. Not sure whether she’d been seen or not, she stepped away from the window. “Well, so much for Evelyn’s theory about her daughter’s inexperience at sex.” Brittany thought. “Tanya might have enjoyed being a sex slave, she certainly had the drive for it.” Descending the stairway, Brittany entered the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. One of the young men came into the house. He was wearing his swim trunks. Grabbing several cans of beer from the refrigerator, he smiled briefly at Brittany. “Care to join us for a swim?” He asked. “No, no thanks.” Brittany responded, briefly glancing at his crotch. “I’ve got some things I need to work on.” Brittany watched through the kitchen windows as the trio splashed about and played in the pool. Her impression of Tanya had changed greatly after witnessing the college girl take on two young guys. She certainly wasn’t the innocent young woman she presented herself to be. Brittany was sitting in the great room when Evelyn returned from her tennis lesson. She was putting together a list of questions she and the two other women would be willing to answer during the televised interview. Evelyn quickly showered, then joined Brittany on the couch. “Will it bother you if I mention how we were forced to run around naked in front of our captors?” Brittany inquired. “Especially when we were trying to make our escape.” Evelyn pulled her robe open, exposing her unclothed body to Brittany. Looking down at her bare breasts and neatly trimmed pussy, a coy smile appeared on her face. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 04 “No, I don’t mind.” Evelyn quipped. “May as well throw in something sexy to make the interview more interesting. Besides, we really were all naked. It was a helluva sight.” “Ok.” Brittany responded. “I just don’t want to embarrass you or Tanya. People are going to figure it out for themselves anyway, especially your friends.” “Hmmm.” Evelyn commented, her smile getting bigger. “Maybe I’ll get hit on a little more often.” “Bet you get hit on more than I do.” Brittany stated, continuing with her list of questions. “Well, probably because of my money more than my body.” Evelyn replied. “When you’re rich, its hard to tell who your friends really are.” “You wouldn’t actually consider having an affair would you?” Brittany asked, looking up from her notes. “I might.” Evelyn answered. “I’ve been thinking about it.” “Jared seems to have lost interest in me.” Evelyn continued, murmuring. “I think he’s found someone else who interest him more, maybe one of his secretaries.” Brittany sensed Evelyn wanted someone to talk to that she could trust. Putting her notes aside, Brittany turned sideways on the couch, bringing her feet up under her. Placing a hand on Evelyn’s shoulder, she lightly rubbed the soft terrycloth material of the woman’s robe. “I’m sure Jared’s having another affair.” Evelyn muttered. “He fancy’s himself quite a womanizer. I’m surprised he hasn’t tried to make a move on you.” “Maybe he’s afraid I might kick his butt if he did.” Brittany quipped. “Or worse, shoot his balls off!” The two women continued their intimate chat. It was clear to Brittany that Evelyn wasn’t getting the affection and attention she needed. She was sexually starved and feeling quite unloved. With all her wealth and surrounded by luxuries, she wasn’t a happy woman. She needed love and tenderness to fulfill her life. After dinner that evening, Jared, Evelyn and Brittany stepped out onto the terrace. Sitting at the circular patio table, the three discussed the questions for the interview. Tanya came out onto the terrace accompanied by a young man about her same age. He wasn’t one of the two men Brittany had watched her having sex with earlier that day. After introducing the young man to her parents and Brittany, the couple left for their date. Brittany sipped a glass of chilled wine, her first alcoholic drink since taking the last of her medication. Evelyn was drinking heavily like prohibition was coming back any minute. It was clear to Brittany that Evelyn’s drinking bothered her husband. Jared took the list of questions and excused himself. Shortly afterwards, the two women watched him drive off. “Probably got a hot date with one of his fucking whores!” Evelyn exclaimed. “Hard telling who it is.” “Why don’t we go for a swim?” Brittany suggested, trying to get Evelyn‘s mind off her husband. “The night air is still quite warm and the pool looks inviting.” Evelyn quickly agreed to Brittany’s suggestion. Returning to the terrace after changing into their swimsuits the two women descended the steps into the pool. The underwater lights glimmering beneath the water’s surface reflected off their bodies. “Think forty-two is too old to be wearing a bikini?” Evelyn inquired. “Maybe it’s time for me to get a one-piece. “You look great in a bikini.” Brittany responded, giving her honest opinion. “You’d look even better without it.” Evelyn blushed at Brittany’s remark, bringing a big smile to her pretty face. Brittany swam closer to the woman, positioning herself in front of her. Reaching behind Evelyn, she untied the top with one quick gesture. As it floated from Evelyn’s body, Brittany untied the bottom of the bikini, swiftly pulling it from between the woman’s legs. Evelyn made an attempt to cover herself with her hands but Brittany effortlessly pulled them away. “Don’t be ashamed of your body.” Brittany whispered. “I just hope I look half as good as you do when I’m in my forties.” Brittany quickly slipped off her bikini, allowing it to float to the surface. Pressing the woman against the side of the pool, Brittany kissed her tenderly on the lips. Evelyn’s lips responded immediately, hungrily kissing her back. Their lips meshed harder, their kissing becoming much more passionate. Evelyn’s passions were quickly rising as the two pressed their bodies together. Evelyn’s nipples were hard and erect. The pool’s cool water made them tingle. Her breasts were covered with goose bumps. Brittany cupped Evelyn’s breasts, gently fondling them. Holding them in her hands, Brittany kissed the woman’s breasts, flicking her tongue over the nipples. A low moan, almost a hum, escaped Evelyn’s mouth. Brittany took each nipple between her teeth, lightly tugging on them. The woman’s legs flailed about in the water as Brittany sucked hard on each nipple. “Why don’t we make use of one of the lounges?” Brittany whispered in the woman’s ear. Brittany and Evelyn ascended the steps, rising out of the pool. Evelyn reclined on one of the lounge chairs. Spreading the woman’s long, slender legs, Brittany positioned herself between them. Kissing the woman’s tummy, Brittany slowly made her way towards Evelyn’s pubic area. Kissing the soft tuft of hair covering the woman’s pussy, Brittany could sense the woman slightly tensing. Holding her legs firmly apart, Brittany lightly kissed the woman’s pussy, blowing a hot breath on the moist folds at her womanhood. Evelyn’s hands tightly grasped the armrests of the lounge as Brittany brought the woman closer and closer to orgasm. Not wanting to get the woman off too soon, Brittany worked her mouth and tongue over Evelyn’s pussy slowly but purposely. Evelyn’s body reacted to Brittany’s oral stimulation of her body. She squirmed uncontrollably, grinding her butt into the lounge cushion. Slipping her long tongue inside Evelyn’s pussy, Brittany swirled it hard and fast. Evelyn’s butt lifted off the lounge, her legs were trembling. Sensing the woman was nearing a huge orgasm; Brittany flicked her tongue on Evelyn’s clit before sucking on it hard. Evelyn lost control of herself, screaming out as the orgasm consumed her sexually starved body. “Argggggggggggghhhhhhhhh.. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… Argggggggggh” Evelyn cried out. Her orgasm lasted for an extended period of time. All the while, Brittany continued sucking on her clitoris. As the orgasm gradually faded, Evelyn’s body collapsed onto the lounge. Her body was slightly quivering, enjoying the final moments of sexual splendor. Brittany kissed Evelyn’s upper thighs, waiting patiently for Evelyn to regain control of herself. Rising to a sitting position between the woman’s legs, Brittany watched the woman’s chest as it rose and fell quickly with each breath. Evelyn’s hands were barely able to hold onto the armrests, her strength was practically diminished. Looking down between Evelyn’s legs, she saw a trickle of the woman’s juices flowing onto the cushion. “God, I can’t believe I could cum like that.” Evelyn muttered, choking out the words. Brittany massaged Evelyn’s legs, feeling the muscles slowly beginning to lose their tenseness. Rising up, the woman kissed Brittany tenderly. It was a loving kiss more than a kiss of passion. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 05 The three women had two days to prep before their scheduled televised interview on one of LA’s most popular morning shows. For Evelyn, it meant bringing out the truth about what really happened while she and her daughter were held captive by the sex slave traders. For Tanya, it meant exposure on national television, a boost to her already oversize ego. For Brittany, doing the interview was twofold. It would help settle all the allegations and curiosity by the Brooks family friends. Most importantly, it would publicize the pending rescue attempts for the seven kidnapped women. Without connections to the agency, putting the right team together was going to be the first and most challenging ordeal she would have to undertake. Hopefully, the right people would catch the interview and step forward. While Evelyn and her daughter, Tanya worked on setting up a “command post” of sorts in their home; Brittany went over ideas on conducting the rescues. With Evelyn and Jared’s help, the rescue missions still seemed improbable if not impossible. Brittany was worried that she would spend a large amount of the five million dollar budget and have nothing to show for it in the end. The fact that she and her team might all be killed occasionally crossed her mind, but she quickly changed her thoughts to be more positive. The morning of the interview was hectic. Jared Brooks seemed more nervous than anyone. Brittany strongly suggested Evelyn and Tanya dress very conservative to present an appearance of purity and high moral values. While Evelyn thought it was a good idea, Tanya fought the idea, wanting to look as sexy as Brittany. Brittany picked out a pair of black leather slacks and a tailored blouse from Tanya’s wardrobe for the college coed to wear. “This is as sexy as I’m going to let you look!” Brittany exclaimed to the girl. “The less skin showing the better.” “But your wearing a short skirt, why can’t I?” Tanya asked, not happy with Brittany’s selection of clothing. “I’m wearing a short skirt for one reason, to be the focus of this interview.” Brittany replied. “I’m going to be answering most of the questions so the cameras will probably be on me most of the time.” “You trying to land a rich boyfriend?” Tanya smarted off. “Not hardly!” Brittany responded. “I’m trying to land a team who can pull these rescues off.” “Sex sells and I’m going to make the most of this advertisement!” Brittany added. “I don’t need competition from you for airtime.” Arriving at the studio well ahead of schedule the three woman and Jared Brooks were ushered into a small waiting room. Brittany was wearing a tan business suit. Although the skirt was short, it presented an air of authority along with looking sexy. Evelyn and Brittany paced the floor nervously. Tanya unbuttoned her blouse to show a little cleavage. “If you don’t button that blouse up, your ass is staying right here in this room with your father!” Brittany shouted. Tanya quickly buttoned the blouse, not wanting to take a chance on missing her television debut. Jared Brooks was busy making phone call after phone call on his cell phone. While some were business calls, others were to friends and associates, reminding them of the television program. He was using the morning talk show for his own promotion, business as well as political. During an extended commercial break, the trio of women were positioned on the set. There were four chairs placed in an arch. One of the women news anchors, Melinda Carlisle, was going to conduct the interview. She had the list of questions printed on cue cards where she could easily see them. Melinda began the interview by introducing the three women, mentioning Evelyn and Tanya were the wife and daughter of Jared Brooks, real estate entrepreneur and upcoming political hopeful. After the introductions, Melinda Carlisle gave a brief dissertation about the rescue mission to save Evelyn Brooks and her daughter. The first questions were directed at Brittany. Her answers clarified that neither Evelyn nor Tanya had been sexually molested by their captors. Evelyn was asked several questions about the ordeal, getting her version of the nightmare. Tanya was asked only two questions, which she barely managed to answer. “The little whore can’t even think straight unless she’s got her legs wrapped around some guy’s head.” Brittany thought to herself. The news anchor turned her attentions back towards Brittany. She brought up the fact that there were still seven kidnapped women who were being held captive as sex slaves. Asking for Brittany’s opinion on the situation, it was her cue to drop the bombshell she’d prepared for. “I’m in the process of forming a team to make rescue attempts on all seven women.” Brittany stated. “Although it’s going to take some time to get all the women safely back with their families, we have the financial resources to make every mission successful. Mr. Jared Brooks, from the kindness of his heart, has generously donated substantial funding for this effort. I can‘t thank him and his wife, Evelyn enough for their generosity.” Melinda Carlisle was dumbfounded. She was at a loss for words, let alone further questions. The news show’s director quickly signaled for a commercial break. One of the studio assistants rushed onto the set, setting up the anchorwoman with an earphone. Questions for Brittany would be fed to her through the wireless earphone. Back live on the air, Melinda Carlisle asked questions about forming the team, intelligence gathering and rescue strategies. Brittany was prepared to answer the impromptu questions, figuring she’d have to “wing it” as the interview went along. With the television cameras focused on her, Brittany put on a display of sexuality, showing an ample amount of leg. The show’s directors were loving it, keeping the interview flowing asking question after question. It was all the publicity Brittany needed to get the extensive project going. The interview lasted for nearly thirty minutes with only two or three additional commercial breaks. Melinda Carlisle thanked the three women for appearing on the morning show before returning to her dressing room. Brittany, Evelyn and Tanya were escorted back to the waiting room to gather their belongings. Jared was waiting for the trio of women. The look of absolute joy on his face was indescribable. Hugging Brittany tightly in his arms, he kissed her several times on the cheek. “My God!” Jared exclaimed. “That speech of yours could of gotten me elected king of California! It was absolutely awesome!” “I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.” Brittany responded. “You’ll notice I made sure to mention Evelyn’s name. Afterall, she’s the one with all the money.” Jared was too ecstatic to notice Brittany’s comment, but it was true. Evelyn’s parents were the ones with all the money, not Jared’s. She’d financed his successful business ventures from their beginning. Their marriage was a matter of money over love. Riding back to the Brook’s Beverly Hills estate in the limousine, the four discussed how well the interview had gone. Tanya briefly complained about not getting much airtime or appearing on camera. No one really paid much attention to her grumbling. “What now?” Evelyn inquired. “What’s are next move?” “I need to get back to Dallas as soon as possible.” Brittany responded. “If anyone is going to step forward to get on the team, that’s where they’ll try to contact me.” “I’m going with you.” Evelyn stated emphatically. “You’re going to need help sorting through these people. We can use my parent’s private jet since they rarely use it.” Brittany didn’t hesitate to accept Evelyn’s offer to help, nor the use of her parent’s plane. Two women could accomplish alot more than just one in getting the team set up and doing intelligence gathering. “I want to go too!” Tanya spoke out. “NO!” Both Brittany and Evelyn stated in unison. “You’re staying at home.” Evelyn continued. “We’re going to be working, not horse-assing around.” Brittany bit her lower lip to keep from grinning. Evelyn had put her foot down, something she probably should have done a few years earlier. Late that afternoon, the two women boarded Evelyn’s parent’s private jet. The flight to Dallas would be brief but it gave Brittany a chance to catch a quick nap. The previous night had deprived her of much sleep, worrying about the televised interview. Reclining in the jet’s luxurious leather seating, she drifted off. Arriving at DFW International Airport, Jared Brooks had arranged for a limo service to pick up the two women. The drive to Brittany’s apartment took nearly an hour, fighting through Fort Worth’s rush hour traffic. “I should warn you.” Brittany said. “My apartment’s a little spartan compared to what you’re used to.” “Good!” Evelyn responded. “I need a little spartan in my life. All this luxury is making me lazy.” Arriving at Brittany’s apartment, the women unpacked their luggage before getting down to business. “How about I call out for pizza?” Brittany suggested. “I don’t have much in the apartment to fix for dinner.” “Pizza’s fine.” Evelyn responded. “It’s been years since I’ve eaten any. Almost forgot how good it taste.” While the women waited for the pizza delivery, they sat at the diningroom table listing the various traits they would look for in the team’s members. “We’ll need someone to handle the boats, someone who’s got survival instincts and another who’s a sharpshooter.” Brittany stated. “Not to mention a couple of guys who are experienced jungle fighters. Maybe a weapons expert wouldn‘t be a bad idea either.” “What about a doctor or a nurse along in case someone gets hurt?” Evelyn questioned. “Nah, we’ll shoot the wounded.” Brittany smarted off, grinning. Glancing at Evelyn, she noticed the woman wasn’t smiling. Her face expressed serious concern for the team’s safety and well-being. “I’m only kidding.” Brittany said. “Hopefully someone will have knowledge of first aid.” After taking a break to enjoy their dinner, the two women continued putting their thoughts together. A loud and continuous knock at the apartment door interrupted their thought process, startling both women. “Oh God, I hope they don’t start knocking on the door at all hours!” Brittany exclaimed. “That’s all we need!” The knocking continued till Brittany answered the door. Looking through the peephole, she was shocked to see her old boss, Brad Langley waiting impatiently on the other side. Unlocking the door, she slowly opened it. “Never expected you to be paying me a visit.” Brittany spoke sarcastically. “You going to invite me in or do I have to stand out here to talk?” Langley retorted. “Depends on what you’ve got in that briefcase you’re carrying.” Brittany said. “Never mind what’s in the briefcase.” Langley responded, stepping inside the narrow foyer of the apartment. Evelyn was standing in the livingroom, listening and watching Brittany and Langley trade smart remarks. Langley smiled at the woman to put her qualms at ease. “I smell pizza.” He said. “Hope you two didn’t eat it all.” “No, there’s still almost half of it left.” Brittany replied. “How about I heat you up some?” “Only if you’ve got a cold beer to go with it.” Langley quipped. Evelyn microwaved the pizza to heat it up for their guest. Setting it on the diningroom table along with a cold beer, the two women watched him gorge himself. “Is this a social visit or have you got business on your mind?” Brittany asked. “Strictly social.” Langley responded, between bites of food. “I’m hear to talk you out of this nonsense about rescuing the women. You‘ll only get yourself killed, probably take all of your team down with you too.” “Thanks for the vote of confidence.” Brittany responded. “I’m not going to fail nor am I going to lose any team members.” “Got many phone calls from volunteers?” Langley inquired. “Those inexperienced people who’ll piss their pants as soon as the bullets start flying.” “A few.” Brittany replied, trying her best to cover up the lie. “You must be physic then.” Langley quipped. “Your phone ringers turned to the off position.” Both Brittany and Evelyn quickly turned around to look at the telephone. Brittany had forgotten to turn the ringer back on when she and Evelyn arrived home. Brittany hurried to the kitchen to change the position of the switch. “Don’t!” Langley exclaimed. “Don’t turn that fucking thing on!” Brittany returned to the diningroom table, leaving the phone switch in the off position. “What’s my chances of getting you and Ms. Brooks to change your mind about this whole harebrained scheme?” “Not a chance in hell!” Brittany replied. “I’m going through with it.” “Well, if you get your hot little ass killed, I’m not coming to your funeral.” Langley smarted off. “Don’t worry. I won’t invite you.” Brittany smarted back. “Is that your final answer?” Langley asked, after taking a big drink of beer and belching. Brittany nodded her head instead of verbally replying to his question. “Mind telling me what’s in the briefcase?” Brittany asked, her eyes briefly glancing down at it. “Plant B.” Langley responded, placing the briefcase on the table. “It’s my contribution to the effort, not the agency’s. You’ve both got to keep this under your hat. I’d lose my job if they ever found out about this.” Opening the briefcase, Evelyn and Brittany noticed it was stuffed with file folders. Langley took the top folder out and handed it to Brittany. “Thought you might like to see this one first.” The man said. Opening the folder, the two women were confronted with numerous aerial photographs of the house where they’d been held captive on Crooked Island. The house had completed burned to the ground leaving a huge black scorch mark on the top of the hill. One photograph taken of the bottom of the slope, showed the wooden docks had burned to the surface of the water. A large pile of debris had washed up along the banks. It was the remains of the Scarab powerboat. “You guys did a helluva job covering your tracks.” Langley stated. “It’s a wonder you didn’t burn the whole damn island down.” “What’s in the rest of the file folders?” Evelyn inquired. “Something I’ve put together over the past several years.” Langley replied. “It’s dossiers on people I thought I might be able to use for special assignments if the need arised.” “I sorted through them and picked out some you might want to look into.” The man added. “Just don’t let these files get out of your hands.” Brittany glanced through several folders before putting them back in the briefcase. Sitting back in her chair, she was curious as to why her former boss was being so helpful. “Why are you sharing this information with us?” She inquired. “What do you expect from me?” “Well, another cold beer would be good.” Langley quipped. “I want to help you out since I’ve treated you like crap.” He added. “Sticking you with the last group wasn’t my idea. I hope this’ll make up for it.” Evelyn served Langley another beer. The trio chatted about the rescue missions, getting Langley’s input. “What’s the chance of getting as much information as possible on each of the women?” Brittany asked. “Especially photographs. We could use as many photographs as we can lay our hands on.” “I’m working on that.” Langley responded. “I’ll have you something by the middle of next week. I’ve just got to be careful about gathering all the info. Besides being a bitch, my secretary is nosier than hell.” It was almost midnight before Langley left Brittany’s apartment. The women’s curiosity got the better of them, spending several hours into the early morning, reading through the dossiers. Brittany placed several interesting folders into a pile separate from the others. Evelyn reviewed the folders, making notes in the margins of the documents. It was almost 3:30 in the morning before the women decided to call it a night. Waking late in the morning, the women showered and dressed before returning to the folders. “I like this one.” Brittany stated. “The guy’s a former offshore powerboat racer. And, he’s got a brother who’s a marine mechanic. Trace and Wayne McCullough‘s their names.” “Aren’t those the guys who were indicted on smuggling contraband?” Evelyn asked. “Yeah, but the prosecutor didn’t have sufficient evidence to bring them up on charges.” Brittany replied. “They’re definitely risk-takers.” “If you want to fly to Florida and talk with them, I call the airport and have the plane readied.” Evelyn said. “Let’s do it.” Brittany quickly responded. “I can fly there, talk with them and be back by early morning. Evelyn reminded Brittany to take her cell phone with her so the two could stay in touch. During the flight from Dallas to Tampa, Brittany reviewed the dossier several times over. Evelyn had reserved a car for Brittany at the airport’s car rental agency. With her map and attaché in hand, Brittany drove to the Bayshore Marina, the last know address of the two men. Parking in the marina’s lot, she phoned Evelyn back in Fort Worth before exiting the car. “Be careful.” Evelyn warned. “These guys could be dangerous. “I will.” Brittany responded. “I’m not going to take any chances.” Stopping by the marina’s office for directions, she was informed the men were living in a rented houseboat moored at the far end of the marina. Brittany briskly walked down the pier, carrying her attaché. The marina was filled with yachts and powerboats of all sizes and types. Brittany looked several of the more luxurious boats over as she passed by them. Finding the two men’s rented houseboat, she was surprised at its conditioned. It was fairly old and in need of alot of repair. Brittany wondered how it stayed afloat. Brittany walked back and forth down the side of the dock looking to see if anyone was onboard. Not able to see anyone, she decided to try again later in the day. “You looking for someone?” A man’s voice shouted from the top of the houseboat. Brittany was startled, stumbling backwards on the uneven boards of the dock. The heel of her high-heel shoes caught between two of the boards. Brittany managed to work it loose by twisting her foot. “Should have worn more comfortable shoes.” The man quipped. Brittany shaded her eyes to look up at the man standing on the roof of the houseboat. She barely recognized him as Wayne McCullough from his picture in the pair’s dossier. He was a tall, slender man in his late twenties. His unkempt dark hair and scruffy beard covered much of his face. Wearing cutoffs and worn out sneakers, he looked like a beach bum. “I’m looking for Trace and Wayne McCullough.” Brittany shouted up at the man. “What for?” Wayne asked. “You a lawyer or a bill collector?” “Neither. I’m here to discuss a business proposition.” Brittany replied. “I don’t know either of them.” The man said. “You probably got the wrong address.” “Stay poor, see if I give a damn!” Brittany angrily shouted at the man. “My brother giving you a hard time?” A man’s voice asked as he approached. “I’m used to men giving me a hard time.” Brittany responded. “I’m Trace McCullough.” The handsome young man stated, putting his hand out to shake Brittany’s. Trace McCullough appeared to be a year or so younger than his brother, Wayne. His hair was bleached almost blonde from the sun. Standing close to 5’10”, he had the build of an athlete. His muscular arms were well defined, exposed below the short sleeve sport shirt he wore. Light tan Dockers and tan deck shoes completed his attire. His bright blue eyes beamed at Brittany as he thoroughly checked her out. “Hi. I’m Brittany Michaels.” Brittany softly spoke as the two clasped hands. “I know.” Trace responded. “I saw a replay of your interview on last night’s news.” Bikini And A Badge Ch. 05 “Then you’ve probably figured out why I’m here.” Brittany said. “If you want to talk, why don’t we get in out of this hot sun?” Trace suggested. Stepping on board the houseboat, Trace motioned for her to enter the cabin area. Unlike the exterior of the houseboat, the interior was quite clean although modest. “Why don’t you have a seat?” Trace offered. “I’ll get us something to drink.” Wayne McCullough descended the ladder at the rear of the houseboat. Walking through the narrow hallway, she noticed he had a slight limp. A long, jagged scar ran from just below the knee to his ankle. “This is Brittany Michaels.” Trace said, introducing the woman to his brother. “She’s the one I was telling you about. You know, the ex-Federal marshal who wants to go after seven women who were kidnapped.” “Oh yeah!” Wayne spoke. “In that outfit, you look like a lawyer. We’ve seen enough of them lately. Don’t need any more.” Brittany had chosen a dark blue business suit to wear on the trip to Tampa. The skirt was short, yet modest. Accenting her attire, she’d chosen a light blue tailored blouse with white lace trim along the collar and down the front. After handing Brittany a soft drink with ice, Trace sat down across from Brittany on the couch. His brother took a seat on a barstool along the galley’s small counter. “I take it you’re here to get us to join your band of merry men.” Trace quipped. “Maybe.” Brittany responded. “Depends on if you’re capable of handling the assignment or not.” “What’s it pay?” Wayne blatantly asked. “A hundred thousand up front, another hundred thousand when we’ve got all seven women safely back to their homes.” Brittany boldly stated without hesitation. “Count us in!” Wayne exclaimed. “Not so fast!” Brittany responded. “I’ll decide who’s in and who’s not.” “What is it you want us to do on your team?” Trace asked. Brittany explained to the two men what she needed them to take care of. As a former powerboat racer, she needed Trace to handle the boat, getting the team safely in and out for each rescue. Wayne’s mechanical experience might prove invaluable if they ran into problems or damage with the two boats. While Trace would handle the driving chores on the powerboat, Wayne would stay in international waters on the command boat. “I assume you have these two boats.” Trace said. “No, I don’t.” Brittany replied. “That’s another thing I need you two to take care of.” “What kind of boats do you want?” Wayne inquired. “Trace here’s a boat salesman.” “I need something rugged and fast, a twin engine powerboat that can accommodate at least six people.” Brittany answered. “Preferably with a cabin below deck.” “What about the command boat?” Trace asked. “Something that can accommodate everyone comfortably with all the modern conveniences.” “Yeah, and with all the latest in high-tech gadgetry and instrumentation.” Brittany responded. “It’ll need to have plenty of storage space too. We’re going to have alot of weaponry onboard.” The mention of weaponry made both men’s eyes widen dramatically. The brothers looked at each other apprehensively. The realization of just how dangerous the rescue missions were going to be startled them both. “Whatta ya think Trace?” Wayne spoke out. “We really need the money.” “I know! I know!” Trace responded. After a few moments of silence, Trace agreed to him and his brother becoming part of the team. “Fine.” Brittany replied. “I’ll transfer the money to your bank accounts the day we all meet in Nassau.” “I’ve got to be getting to the shop.” Wayne said, rising from the barstool. “I’m glad I didn’t run you off.” “Your words wouldn’t have run me off but your appearance could have.” Brittany commented. “The next time I see you, I want you wearing clean clothes, clean shaven and your hair combed. I won’t stand for sloppiness on my team from anyone.” “Touché.” Wayne muttered as he exited the cabin area. “Hope he’s not allergic to water!” Brittany exclaimed, looking at Trace. “Nah, Wayne just likes to look casual.” Trace smarted. “I call it casual crud.” Trace and Brittany shook hands as she prepared to leave. Trace didn’t act like he wanted to release Brittany’s soft hand from his firm grasp. “I couldn’t interest you into sweetening the deal, could I?” Trace asked in a soft voice. “The money’s not negotiable.” Brittany replied. “I wasn’t referring to the money.” Trace spoke with a reserved smile on his handsome face. “Well, you’ll have to be more explicit.” Brittany stated, having an idea as to what he was hinting at. Releasing Brittany’s hand, he moved his arm to her waist, guiding her willingly towards one of the staterooms. The bed took up most of the space, leaving just enough room to walk around on two sides of it. Trace pulled Brittany in close to him, kissing her passionately. Brittany’s lips responded immediately, hungry for the handsome young man to seduce her. Their kisses continued for several minutes till they were both short of breath. Stepping back from each other, both Trace and Brittany began to slip off their clothes, tossing them to the carpeted floor. Brittany eyed Trace’s athletic build as he took off each item of clothing. Standing in his tight black briefs, she noticed a definite bulge restrained by the cotton material. The outline of his cock beneath the material left little to Brittany’s imagination. Removing her blouse and skirt, Brittany stood before Trace in white bikini panties and matching lace trimmed bra. Trace climbed on the bed, reclining on his side. He was intently watching as Brittany finished undressing. Unhooking the front clasp on her bra, her firm breasts sprang into view. Letting the bra slip down her arms, it fell to the pile of clothes at her feet. Slipping into bed with Trace, she stretched out on her back. His strong arms pulled her firmly to his warm body. Their lips meshed in a most passionate kiss. Brittany’s desires were already peaking from lack of sex. Her mouth was chewing on his lips. Brittany’s intense passion only fueled Trace’s desire to make love to the beautiful woman that much more. As Trace’s lips trailed soft kisses along her neck towards her ear, Brittany’s heated body responded even more. Nibbling on her ear, Brittany realized she was clawing her fingernails into her lover’s back. Her actions served to heighten Trace’s desires. With his strong hands gently massaging Brittany’s breasts, his lips teased her nipples. Sucking hard on her swollen nipples, he had the woman moaning and writhing beneath him. Brittany’s hands held Trace’s head firmly to her breasts as he worked them over with his mouth and hands. Trace’s hand brushed down over Brittany’s flat tummy, slipping beneath the elastic band of her string bikini panties. As his fingers slid between her legs, Brittany spread them slightly apart allowing him full access to her already wet pussy. Trace ran his index finger up and down the juicy slit, teasing the lips until they blossomed. Brittany’s eyes rolled back as she neared orgasm. Her taut butt ground hard against the soft mattress as Trace’s finger slipped inside her pussy. Grasping Trace’s wrist, she fought to keep him from fingering her pussy till she came. The orgasm ignited, exploding deep within her sex-starved body. Brittany cried out as the orgasm consumed her. As the intense orgasm diminished, Trace slipped Brittany’s panties down her long legs. After tossing them to the floor, he spread the woman’s legs apart. Brittany’s pussy was trickling her juices down onto the sheets. Holding her legs firmly in his hands, Trace licked wantonly at Brittany’s pussy, teasing the hard bud of her clit. Brittany could feel another orgasm quickly building. Grasping the loose sheets in her hands, she pulled on them hard, trying to keep the orgasm at bay. Her tense body trembled uncontrollably as the orgasm neared. With Trace’s tongue buried inside her pussy, Brittany lost control. The explosive orgasm violently shook her body as it overpowered her. She felt as if she were nearing the point of passing out as the sexual pleasure was too great for her to withstand. Brittany tried to muffle her screams but they escaped her lips. Trace sucked on her pussy, tasting the sweetness of her juices. With her eyes filled with tears and perspiration, she was barely able to see Trace positioning himself to impale her with his rock hard cock. Feeling the head of his cock slip between the folds of her pussy, Brittany grasped Trace’s muscular arms. With one hard plunge, Trace buried his huge cock deep inside her pussy. Brittany let out a long gasp as the cock filled her pussy. Trace leaned down, kissing her softly on the lips. His body rocked slowly as he fucked his rigid cock into Brittany. Locking her ankles behind his back, she held her handsome lover in position. Trace gradually increased his tempo and stroke, fucking her faster and harder. Pulling his cock back till just the mushroom shaped head of it was still inside her, he plunged in hard, rocking against her sensitive clit. Brittany was nearing her third orgasm. Feeling his cock was about to spew his heated cum, Trace fucked Brittany as hard as he could. As their bodies slammed against each other, Brittany’s orgasm triggered, sending her over the top. Trace’s cum exploded from his cock. His body slowed dramatically as he continued fucking her. Nearly collapsing on top of Brittany, their perspiring bodies melted into each other’s. Both lay silent, their arms tenderly holding each other. The ceiling fan whisked a warm breeze over their heated forms. Brittany wiped the tears and perspiration from her eyes. Unlocking her ankles, her feet slid down the back of Trace’s muscular legs till they rested on the soaking wet sheets. Brittany’s hand brushed gently through Trace’s bleached out thick mane of hair. Her body felt deprived of all its strength. “You ok?” Trace murmured in her ear. “Yes, I’m fine.” Brittany whispered back. Trace kissed her on the cheek, then lightly on the lips. Lifting himself up, he rolled over onto his back. The couple lay motionless, just staring up at the ceiling. “That was awesome.” Trace muttered. “I’ve never had a woman come so many times.” “How about we go out for dinner then maybe hit a nightclub or two.” Trace suggested. “Tomorrow we could look around at some boats.” “Sounds nice but I’ve got a plane waiting at the airport.” Brittany responded. “I need to get back to Dallas.” “You’re kidding!” Trace exclaimed. “Can’t you at least spend the night?” “Maybe another time.” Brittany replied. “Believe me, I wouldn’t leave if I really didn’t have to.” Brittany climbed over Trace, slipping off the bed. Making her way to the cramped bathroom, she cleaned herself up, washing the dried cum from her pussy and legs. Returning to the bedroom, she found Trace still lying naked on the bed. Brittany got dressed in her dark blue business suit. After running a brush and comb through her hair, she applied a little make-up to her face. Although she felt quite worn out from her sexual escapade with Trace, she was reluctant to leave. “I’ll give you my cell phone number and email address.” Brittany stated. “When you find the boats we need, get in touch with me.” “What’s the limit on how much you want to spend?” Trace inquired. “These boats aren’t going to be cheap, you know.” “A million, million and a quarter, I guess.” Brittany answered, in a casual tone. “Just make sure they’ll survive. The last boat sunk on a damn reef after getting the side rammed.” Trace was shocked at the thought of spending that much money on boats. His sales experience was somewhat limited, having sold boats in the two hundred to three hundred thousand dollar range. Spending a million or more was something he hadn’t even dreamed of. Brittany leaned over Trace, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. Trace tried to pull her down on the bed with him but she resisted. Exiting the bedroom, she walked down the narrow hallway and out through the cabin area. Stepping up on the dock, Brittany took a moment to slip on her amber tinted sunglasses. Before driving back to the airport, Brittany phoned Evelyn back in Fort Worth. “How’d it go?” Evelyn anxiously asked. “Was the trip worth it?” “Oh yeah, the trip was definitely worth it.” Brittany replied. “Did it take alot of persuasion to get them to join the team?” Evelyn inquired. “No, not really.” Brittany replied. “I’ll fill you in when I get back later tonight.” “Ok.” Evelyn said. “I’m still going through the files and answering the telephone. It’s been ringing off the wall.” It was well after midnight when Brittany arrived back at her apartment in Fort Worth. Kicking off her high-heels, she propped her feet up on the ottoman as she reclined in her favorite leather chair. Evelyn poured them both fresh coffee and sat down across from her host on the couch. “So what were the guys like?” Evelyn curiously inquired. “Think they’ll work out for us?” “Trace definitely has the stamina. He can go the distance.” Brittany quipped. “Wayne I’m not as sure about. He’s a little too laidback for my liking.” “You want to find someone else instead of him?” Evelyn asked. “No.” Brittany replied. “With Trace along, he’ll do his job. Wayne looks up to his brother. He’ll do whatever Trace tells him to. “So, did you fuck this Trace guy?” Evelyn queried with a sly grin. “You look alot different than when you left. Alot more relaxed, I could tell that from the sound of your voice on the phone.” “Well ……… I wanted to cinch the deal.” Brittany quipped. “Besides I needed it.” “I’m going on the next trip.” Evelyn stated emphatically. “It’s time I got to do a little deal cinching.” “We need to look at buying weapons and ammunition.” Brittany stated. “I noticed a couple of folders that looked interesting.” “What about the sharpshooter?” Evelyn questioned. “I picked out a few that might suit our needs.” “Are they target shooters or people shooters?” Brittany asked. “It’s a totally different situation when a target is likely to shoot back at you.” “Never thought of it that way, but you’ve got a point there.” Evelyn replied. “I’ll look at them again.” Brittany showered before going to bed. Watching the hot water streaming over her body, she fondly remembered being saturated with sweat in bed with Trace. Feeling refreshed from her shower, she slept well through the night. Waking early the next morning to the constant ringing of the telephone, she walked out into the kitchen. Evelyn was jotting down a message on the notepad next to the telephone. After pouring herself a cup of coffee and lighting up a cigarette, she sat down at the diningroom table. Sorted file folders covered the table. “Looking for the weapons and ammunition dealers?” Evelyn inquired, pointing to one of the piles. “Check out the one on top.” Brittany scanned through the file before rereading it thoroughly. The dossier was on a West Virginia man, a Vietnam veteran, who had briefly worked for the government after being honorably discharged from the Marine Corp. He had worked at the Quantico, Virginia marine base doing special weapons development before ill health had forced him to retire. He was now living in Crown Hill, West Virginia with his daughter. Charles Benton was trying to supplement his minimal retirement income by designing and developing special tactical weapons for S.W.A.T. teams. “Let’s give him a call and see if we can set up a meeting.” Brittany suggested. “This Benton guy sounds like he might have just what we’re looking for.” Evelyn made the phone call, chatting briefly with Benton’s daughter. A meeting with her and her father was arranged for the next afternoon. Brittany and Evelyn would fly to Charleston, West Virginia then drive a rental car the brief distance to Crown Hill in the heart of coal mining country. The two women spent the rest of the day answering the telephone and reviewing the information in the file folders. One of the folders was a dossier detailing information on a small group of men who had been involved in mercenary activities in South America. All were former Green Berets with experience in urban as well as jungle fighting. Their knowledge and skill could prove invaluable to the team. Brittany marked the folder so it would be easy to find later on. Leaving the Dallas-Fort Worth airport early the next morning, both women settled in for the brief two-hour flight. Evelyn seemed happier than usual. Taking a more active role in assembling the team, she was experiencing a heightened sense of adventure. Evelyn talked continuously about the dossiers and all the material she’d reviewed while Brittany was in Florida “cinching the deal” with Trace and Wayne. As the private jet made its descent into the small hilltop airport at Charleston, West Virginia, Brittany noticed it was starting to rain heavily. The rental car agency had their car ready and waiting near the terminal’s entrance. Unlike LAX and DFW, Charleston’s airport was quaint and without all the fancy frills and restrictions. Traveling southeast out of Charleston, Brittany and Evelyn drove along the narrow highway, which followed the river’s path through the hills. The rain had slowed to a steady drizzle as Brittany drove towards Crown Hill. The two-lane highway was covered with black dust from the countless coal trucks traveling the road with them. The dust, wet from the rain, looked like oil as it splashed up on the windshield of the rental car. As they approached the small town of Crown Hill, Evelyn started watching the mailbox numbers as they neared Charles Denton’s home. Slowing as they pulled into his driveway, a dump truck following them nearly ran them over. Brittany drove the car up the steep driveway towards the modular home. Parking next to the wood deck that had been built on the front of the home, Brittany noticed a large metal building behind the home. As they stepped up onto the wood deck, the front door opened and they were greeted by a young woman in her late twenties. She wore faded bluejeans and a plaid button-down blouse. Her dark brown hair, cut short gave her a “tomboy” appearance. Her jeans were tight enough to show off her shapely butt and slender legs. The blouse fit just snug enough to confirm her small, rounded breasts. Her smile was friendly and pleasant. “Hi! You must be the women I talked to yesterday.” She said. “Come on in, before you get wet.” Evelyn and Brittany entered the home and stood aside as the young woman walked by them. “Have a seat.” The woman said. “I’ll get my dad.” Evelyn and Brittany sat on the couch looking around the room. There were numerous pictures of Charles Denton with his daughter, but none of Charles Denton with a woman. It struck Brittany as being odd. Along one wall of the house was a fairly new big-screen television with numerous video accessories. Charles Denton appeared to be quite a fan of television. Both women were a little taken back when Charles Denton entered the livingroom. He was in a wheelchair and not looking in the best of health. He appeared to be somewhere in his mid-fifties. His dark hair was beginning to show signs of graying. His deep-set eyes were quite small behind the bifocal glasses he wore. He graying mustache and long sideburns were neatly trimmed. He was smiling and appeared glad to see the two women. Brittany took that as a good sign. “This is my father, Charles Denton.” The woman spoke. “Guess I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Karen.” Brittany and Evelyn introduced themselves, shaking hands with Charles Denton and his daughter. “Saw your interview the other day on that morning show.” Charles Denton stated. “Wish we had people like you back in the war days. We left alot of POW’s back in Vietnam.” Bikini And A Badge Ch. 05 “Dad and I both think it’s great that you’re going after those kidnapped women.” Karen said. “We were thinking about offering our help. We thought about sending you a letter.” “I understand that you’re quite a weapons expert.” Brittany commented. “We’re looking for guns and ammunition to outfit our team.” Charles Denton briefly laughed before speaking. “I’ve probably got better weapons and ammo than they’re giving our troops overseas.” “What kinda guns are you interested in or are you interested in more than just guns?” Karen asked. “We need assault rifles and handguns.” Brittany replied, not sure of what Denton’s daughter was getting at. “Do you have something particular in mind or are you just shopping around?” Denton inquired. “Might be easier to just show you what we’ve got.” Karen quickly added. The two women followed Charles Denton and his daughter through the house and down the handicap ramp attached to the back of the house. The rain had stopped and the sun was beginning to shine through the parting clouds. Denton guided his powered wheelchair towards the large metal building, its wheels occasionally slipping on the wet gravel. Approaching the building, Brittany noticed a small red light flashing rapidly on a keypad near the entrance door. Karen pressed several buttons and the red light ceased flashing. Two small green lights flashed simultaneously as Denton unlocked the passage door. Entering the darkened building, Karen opened an electrical panel and switched on the lights. The two women were struck silent at the innumerable amount of guns on display. Along one side of the building was a large partitioned room. Brittany could see several pieces of machining equipment and numerous workbenches with guns in various stages of assembly. “Feel free to look around.” Charles Denton stated, his face beaming. “We’ve got about anything you can think of.” Brittany and Evelyn walked slowly past the rows of rifles. Evelyn had no idea of the different types and calibers of rifles. Her hands delicately touched several of the weapons. Brittany’s eyes focused on a PWA M4-A3 assault rifle in an aluminum case. Taking it from the case, she examined in closely. The workmanship was meticulous, like an expensive Mercedes-Benz. There were five, thirty round clips in the case. “Thought these were banned a few years back?” Brittany stated, grinning at Denton. “They are now.” Charles Denton replied. “I was able to get them from a dealer in Canada.” “How much?” Brittany asked. “There not cheap.” Denton responded. “$3500 with the five magazines and case.” “How many have you got?” Brittany questioned. “Six sets.” Denton replied. “I’ve checked everyone thoroughly. They’re all brand new and in perfect condition.” “Ok.” Brittany said. “We’ll take them all.” Denton and his daughter were astonished at Brittany’s decisiveness. Charles Denton took a piece of paper from his shirt pocket and began jotting down the woman’s shopping list. “How about ammo?” Brittany inquired. “We need ammunition by the cases.” Denton cut the women a deal on the ammo, helping them select the right type for their mission. Evelyn was slowly strolling past the display cases of handguns while Brittany and Denton looked over the ammunition for the assault rifles. “What kind of handguns do we want?” Evelyn shouted to Brittany. “Glock pistols, especially 21’s.” Brittany responded. “We’ve got 21’s and we’ve got the new model 37-45’s.” Karen spoke up. “Let’s see the Glock 37-45’s.” Brittany said. “I’ve heard alot of good things about them.” Karen took one of the new Glock pistols from the display case and handed it to Brittany. Karen pointed out several new and improved features of the handgun over the other Glock pistols. Brittany was impressed with the handgun’s smooth action, its balance and the way it felt in her hand. Brittany asked the price and the quantity available. At $500 per unit, the new Glock handgun seemed well justified. Karen checked their inventory, coming up with a dozen of the weapons. “Ok, we’ll take them all.” Brittany stated. “Don’t know if we’ll need that many but I don’t want to come up shorthanded.” “And extra clips.” She added. “We’ll need at least six extra clips for each weapon.” Denton quickly jotted down the order as Brittany continued her shopping spree. Looking through the selection of rifles, she had one more yet to purchase. “Looking for something particular?” Charles Denton asked, noticing the woman didn’t appear to be finding what she wanted. “Sniper rifles.” Brittany replied. “I don’t see any.” “Well, you might want to consider the fact that most sharpshooters hand-build their own weapons.” Denton stated. “I don’t make up sniper rifles on speculation, just custom orders.” “You looking for a sharpshooter?” Karen inquired. “Yes, we are.” Evelyn promptly answered. “Doe’s it pay?” Karen asked. “A hundred thousand up front with another hundred thousand when we get all seven women safely home with their families.” Brittany responded. “You just got yourself a sniper!” Karen exclaimed. “Sign me up!” “Wait a minute.” Brittany replied. “I need a sniper not a target sharpshooter.” “I can do both.” Karen boldly stated. “What if your target decides to shoot back?” Brittany asked. “Would you be prepared for that?” “My targets wouldn’t be able to shoot back.” Karen bragged. “When I squeeze the trigger, they get an instant headache ……….. then they die.” “She’s not kidding.” Her father said. “She shot both of her ex-husbands, although she didn’t try to kill either of them.” Brittany and Evelyn were both stunned and entertained by Denton’s statement. Brittany still wasn’t sold on the idea of hiring the tomboyish woman as a hired gun. “Come back to the office.” Karen spoke. “I’ve got something to show you.” Denton and the two women followed Karen into a small office area at the rear of the shop. Opening a locked closet, the woman retrieved a long, slender aluminum case from the top shelf. Setting it on the desk, she opened the case to reveal a Hart McMillan Custom made .308 rifle. Perched atop the rifle was an M84 sniper scope. “I also have the M3 infra-red, Snooper Scope for it.” Karen stated, her face beaming as she showed off her prized rifle. “Karen’s never been beaten since she started competing in tournaments.” Denton bragged. “What if you get killed?” Brittany inquired. “Have you thought about that?” “Have you?” Karen retorted. “Obviously not!” “Beside, I really could use the money.” Karen added, muttering the words. “Ok, but don’t come crying to me if you get your ass shot off.” Brittany responded. “Just tell me when and where to meet you.” Karen said, grinning. “I’ll be there. May even bring along a few goodies!” Brittany was still having second thoughts about having Karen along as the team’s sniper. Hoping she hadn’t made a bad choice, Brittany chose to stick with her decision. Charles Denton excused himself to return to the house. Using the hand controls, he guided the powered wheelchair through the passage door and down the driveway. “Do you ever carry a second handgun?” Karen asked. “Yeah, I sometimes carry a small derringer in a leg holster.” Brittany replied. “At least I did till I lost it.” “Let me show you something.” Karen stated. “I talked Dad into stocking a few of these for some of our special customers.” Stepping behind one of the display cases packed with pistols, Karen pulled a small derringer from one of the drawers. Handing the small handgun to Brittany, she started her sales pitch. “It’s a Cop Off Duty Police ELELKR .357 Magnum four barrel derringer. It’s all stainless steel with wood grips.” Karen rattled off. “I’ve also got leg holsters to fit it.” “It’s a helluva lot more derringer than my old .25 caliber!” Brittany exclaimed. “Why don’t you slip off your skirt and let me fit you with a holster?” Karen suggested. Brittany hesitated for a moment before unclasping, then unzipping her black leather skirt. Stepping out it, she handed the skirt to Evelyn. Evelyn was trying her best to suppress a grin. “Nice.” Karen murmured, looking at Brittany standing next to the counter wearing black string bikini panties. Karen stooped down in front of Brittany. Holding a small holster to Brittany’s right leg, she adjusted the straps to the Velcro fasteners. Tucking the .357 derringer in the holster, the back of Karen’s hand brushed lightly over Brittany’s panties before sweeping down her leg. “There you go.” Karen muttered. “It looks great on you.” “How much?” Brittany asked, retrieving her skirt from Evelyn. “Let’s call it a gift.” Karen responded, with a big smile. “Sort of a deal clincher.” Brittany slipped the skirt on, tucking her blouse inside the waistband. “Can you deliver the guns when we’re ready?” Evelyn inquired as she wrote a check to pay for their purchases. “We don’t want to take them back to Dallas with us.” “Not a problem.” Karen exclaimed. “We’ve got an armored car we use to transport firearms.” “You’ve got an armored car?” Evelyn asked with a surprised look on her face. “Yeah, we’ve got several.” Karen responded. “We buy them from fleets and resell them to gun collectors.” Brittany and Evelyn drove most of the way back to Charleston without either one saying a word. “Think she’s lesbian?” Evelyn asked, finally breaking the silence. “Nah, she’s probably just horny as hell.” Brittany quipped, grinning. “Probably scares all the guys away with that reputation of hers.” Bikini And A Badge Ch. 06 Arriving back at the Charleston airport, the two women checked in their rental car before boarding the private jet. “I’ll be glad to get back to Dallas.” Evelyn muttered. “It’s been a long day. Interesting but long!” While Evelyn slept in her reclining leather seat, Brittany jotted down item after item she still needed to purchase for the team. Completing her list, Brittany turned off the overhead cabin light and closed her eyes to catch a quick nap. They were still more than an hour away from Dallas. The rumbling sound of the landing gear lowering into position woke Brittany from her nap. “Hey sleepyhead!” Brittany said as she leaned over to wake up Evelyn. “We’re home.” After putting her seat in the upright position, Evelyn wiped the sleep from her eyes. “Get your shopping list all made out?” She asked. “Yeah, pretty much.” Brittany responded. “We need to drive down to Houston tomorrow. I know a guy there who should have everything we need.” Entering Brittany’s apartment, Evelyn opened up the sliding patio door in the livingroom to allow in fresh air. Brittany checked her voice mail messages. Other than telemarketers, there were two phone calls from Trace McCullough in Tampa, one from Brad Langley and one from Evelyn‘s husband, Jared. “I’m going to shower before I do anything.” Brittany stated. “I’ll return the calls later.” “I’ll see what Jared wants, not that I really care anymore.” Evelyn said. “Then I’ll fix us something to eat.” Brittany stood in the shower, letting the warm wate8r rinse the soap from her tired body. Leaning against the wall, the water had a soothing and relaxing effect. The bathroom door opening suddenly brought Brittany out of her trance. Sliding the shower door back, she saw Evelyn standing in the doorway. She had her arms folded across her chest; the look on her face was an expression of anger. “Problems at home?” Brittany inquired, grabbing a bath towel from the towel bar. “Jared, he wants me to fly back tomorrow for his big announcement about running for senator.” Evelyn retorted. “It’s a goddamn stage show!” “Well, why don’t you go if you want?” Brittany asked. “I can drive down to Houston myself and pick up the stuff we need.” “No. I told him no!” Evelyn responded. “He doesn’t need me by his side. I’m damn tired of playing the trophy wife.” Brittany wrapped the large bath towel tightly around her as she stepped from the shower. Evelyn stepped aside as Brittany passed by her. “I’m taking my life back.” She added. “I’m fed up with taking orders from him and being on a goddamn schedule all the time.” Brittany slipped on a beige shorty sleeper and sat down on the side of her bed. She continued listening to Evelyn rant till she got everything off her chest. “Feel better now?” Brittany asked. “Yeah. Yeah, I do feel better.” Evelyn replied, beginning to smile. “How about I fix us some dinner?” The two women sat at the diningroom table eating the light meal Evelyn had prepared. The knock at the front door sounded like Langley’s familiar rapping. “Better hide the food.” Brittany quipped. “That sounds like Brad.” Answering the door, Brittany found she had guessed correctly. Brad Langley entered the apartment. He was carrying an attaché filled with files and information about the seven kidnapped women. “I smell food!” Langley exclaimed with a big grin on his round face. “I bet you smell beer too!” Brittany smarted off. “Come on in. We’ll fix you something.” While Evelyn prepared Langley a plate of food, Brad took the files from the attaché and set them out on the diningroom table. “Here’s what I’ve gotten so far.” Langley said. “Photographs of each of the women and a description on them. Their families gave me as much information as they could.” “Great!” Brittany exclaimed. “I’ll be sure to make copies to take along with me.” “I hope to have information on their last know whereabouts in the next few days.” Langley stated. “I’ve got friends with informants in both Cuba and Columbia.” “Let’s hope they come up with the information we need.” Brittany responded. “Otherwise it’s going to be like looking for a needle in a haystack.” “How’s things coming along on your end?” Langley inquired, gobbling down his food. “We’re coming along.” Evelyn answered. “We’ve got the guns bought and two guys and a girl on our team already.” “A girl?” Langley questioned. “What the hell is she going to do?” “She’s a sharpshooter.” Evelyn quickly replied. “She’s going to be our sniper if we need one.” “Hmmmm. Bet it’s Charles Denton’s daughter.” Langley said. “How’d you know?” Brittany inquired. “When you mention guns and female sharpshooters in the same sentence, it could only be Denton‘s daughter.” Langley answered with a big grin on his face. “Just don’t let her get carried away.” He added. “She’s got a weird taste for blood!” Brittany and Evelyn looked at each other. Both wanted more details about his remark but neither wanted to hear anything negative about the woman that might make them regret their choice. Brittany shook her head at Evelyn, signaling her not to ask about Karen. “Who’re the guys?” Langley asked. “I made contact with the McCullough brothers in Tampa.” Brittany replied. “They’re just going to handle the boating chores. They won‘t be involved in any assault action.” “I thought about making contact with some former green berets who do mercenary work.” Brittany added, handing Langley the dossier on the group. Langley briefly glanced at the file before setting it down on the table. “Forget these guys.” Langley stated. “According to the latest reports, they’re in South Africa fighting with a group of rebels.” “Well, guess we’ll have to go back through the folders and pick out someone else.” Evelyn said. “I don’t care what it cost to get the right people.” “Well, I hope you find good men.” Langley said, rising from his chair. “You’re going to need them.” The two women escorted Langley to the front door. Hesitating briefly before stepping outside he turned to them. “I’ll get you all the latest information I can.” The man stated. “It still seems impossible that you’ll pull any of this off though.” Securing the door after Langley’s exit, the two women set about cleaning up the diningroom table and kitchen. “We’ve still got a few possibilities.” Evelyn muttered. “There’s at least four or five dossiers on other men.” “I know! I know!” Brittany exclaimed. “I’m just anxious to get the team lined up and get going.” “Don’t forget to return Trace’s phone call.” Evelyn said. “Maybe he’s got some boats lined up.” “I hope so.” Brittany replied. “If he does, that’s one less thing we’ll have to worry about.” While Evelyn sorted through the numerous file folders searching for men to join the team, Brittany made the call to Tampa. “Hey Gorgeous.” Trace greeted, hearing Brittany’s voice. “How soon can you get down here? I found just what you’re looking for. Course, you know what I‘m looking for!” “Yeah, I know what you’ve got in mind.” Brittany quipped. “Evelyn and I are driving down to Houston tomorrow to pick up some equipment.” She added. “We could be in Tampa the morning after.” “Great!” Trace responded. “Maybe the two of you can spend a day or two with Wayne and me. Let us show you around Tampa, take in a little of the nightlife.” “I don’t know if we’ll have that kind of time.” Brittany replied. “We’re still trying to put the rest of the team together. We’re having a run of bad luck all of a sudden.” Brittany and Trace engaged in a few moments of intimate conversation before saying their good-byes. Evelyn had a coy smile on her face from overhearing their dialogue. “Sounds like he’s still warm for your form.” Evelyn smarted off, her face breaking into a grin. “What about you?” She added. “You got a wet spot in your pants for him?” “He gets me off.” Brittany replied. “That’s as far as it goes.” Waking early the next morning, Brittany and Evelyn set out on their four-hour trip to Houston. Evelyn took along the dossiers to review while Brittany drove. The two women discussed the pros and cons of each person. Coming to a decision still seemed quite far off. Arriving in Houston, Brittany drove into the older, rundown section of town. Driving down the streets lined on both sides with dilapidated storefronts and abandoned buildings, Evelyn looked at Brittany curiously. “You’re not lost, are you?” She inquired. “Nope. I know exactly where I’m going.” Brittany quipped. “We’re not exactly going shopping at a mall.” Brittany pulled her car up to the large overhead door at the front of a multiple story brick building. Honking the horn several times, the large steel door screeched as it slowly lifted. Two huge black men stood on either side of the doorway. Both were neatly dressed in sport shirts and dress slacks. Evelyn was slightly astounded, her eyes enlarged, at the sight of the two men. Brittany eased her car into the dimly lit building. The two men courteously opened the doors for the women so they could exit the vehicle. Evelyn caught a glimpse of a black Hummer parked at the rear of the building. “Duke’s a little busy right now.” One of the men stated, smiling at the women. “Blonde, brunette or redhead?” Brittany smarted off. “Redhead this time.” The man responded, breaking into a big grin. The two women ascended the wooden stairs to the second floor of the old building. Walking down a narrow hallway, Brittany and Evelyn could hear a man’s voice coming from one of the offices. Standing in the doorway to the office, both women peered in. “Is that a late breakfast or an early lunch you’re giving her?” Brittany quipped. “Hey Britt! How’s my favorite ex-marshal these days?” Duke responded. Duke was sitting on his desk with his pants down around his ankles. A tall redhead, dressed only in black thong panties and bra was bent over him, giving him a blowjob. Her head bobbed furiously up and down on the man’s enormous cock. Her lips appeared stretched to their limits. Her long red hair bounced in waves as she continued sucking on his cock. Loud, slurping sounds escaped her tight lips as she face-fucked her male partner. Duke was a hulk of a man. In his mid-thirties, Duke stood almost six-six and weighed nearly three hundred pounds. He looked like a pro defensive tackle. His dress shirt was stretched taut over his muscular chest and arms. Duke’s legs were massive as well as muscular. His dark tan covered his body except for the crisp, white tanlines from his swimbriefs. Evelyn froze at the sight of the young woman eagerly performing oral sex on the man. She was both mesmerized and sexually excited. She bit her lower lip to keep from licking her lips as she stared at the redhead working the man’s massive cock in and out of her lustful mouth. “We came to do a little shopping.” Brittany stated. “You know where everything is.” Duke responded. “Go on up. I’ll be with you shortly.” Brittany proceeded towards the end of the hallway to another set of stairs leading to the third floor. Looking back, she noticed Evelyn was still standing at the office doorway. She appeared to be both paralyzed and fascinated, watching the activities inside the office. “Evelyn! You coming?” Brittany shouted. Evelyn jumped slightly, hearing Brittany’s voice calling her. Hurrying towards the stairway, she followed Brittany up the steps. Brittany turned on the light switches at the top of the landing. The third floor of the brick building was open space, lined with racks and shelving. “Grab one of those carts.” Brittany ordered. “We’ll start here and work our way towards the back.” Evelyn noticed several flatbed carts lined against the wall. Retrieving one, she followed Brittany down the first aisle. Brittany had her shopping list out, reviewing the items she needed. Piling several sets of camouflage clothing onto the cart, she proceeded to the rack with bulletproof vests and flack jackets. Adding her selections to the cart, the two women checked out the rest of the clothing for boots and heavy socks. Brittany increased the cart’s load with regular binoculars and nightvision binoculars. Checking out Duke’s selection of two-way radios, Brittany chose the newest Motorola models with headset microphones, specially designed for the military. The cart was filling up fast! “Better get another cart.” Brittany suggested. “The rest of the stuff is pretty big.” Evelyn hurried to get another cart. The sound of footsteps was clearly audible as Duke and his lady friend made their way to the third floor. As they approached Brittany and Evelyn, the two women waited on the pair. “Finding everything you need?” Duke asked. “Yeah, so far.” Brittany answered. “Whatcha got in shoulder fired rockets?” “All I’ve got are Laws Rockets.” Duke replied. “Got quite a few of them, enough to supply a small army of rebels!” Duke led the women to the rack where the rockets were stacked. Duke’s arm around his female companion allowed his hand to slip down over her nicely shaped butt. The two acted more like newlyweds than casual sex partners. Duke’s massive hand slipped beneath the thin nylon material of the redhead’s panties, gently squeezing her ass. “Here we go.” Duke commented, taking one of the rocket launcher’s from the rack. “They’re all ready to fire.” Opening up the sights on the launcher, Brittany looked through the aiming device. The sights had been modified to scope quality, great for distant shots! Brittany picked out eight of the units and added them to the cart. “Got some new modified shotguns you might want to look at.” Duke suggested. “We’ve already bought all the guns we need.” Brittany responded. “But it won’t hurt to look and see what you’ve got.” Following the couple to another storage rack, the man handed Brittany a compact size automatic shotgun. “It’s a cut down version of the Winchester 1100 competition model.” Duke stated. “The stock’s been cut down to just a pistol grip and I’ve had the barrels specially machined. The shot holds a tight pattern rather than blow out on you even with the sawed off barrel.” “There’s just one drawback.” He added. “The damn thing’s so light you have to make sure you’ve got a helluva grip on it. It’ll damn near kick itself right out of your hands. Brittany carefully examined the shotgun. The gun was indeed, compact and light. A synthetic gray material was used instead of wood and the barrel had a matte finish instead of black chrome. Holding it at arm’s length the shotgun felt like a large caliber handgun. “I’ve also got leg holsters for them.” Duke added. “Why don’t we take one downstairs and you can try it out?” The basement of the old brick building had been converted into an indoor shooting range. Brittany and Evelyn put on hearing protection before entering the room. At the far end of the firing range, two men in their late fifties were firing automatic weapons at moving targets. They waved at Duke as he escorted Brittany and Evelyn to one of the shooting positions. Brittany inserted four shells into the automatic shotgun. “Remember. You’ve got to hold it tight.” Duke reminded her. Brittany grasped the gun firmly with both hands. Holding it at waist level, she aimed the weapon at a full size image of a male figure approximately fifty feet away. Squeezing the trigger, the blast sounded loud even with the hearing protection. The gun bucked violently in her hands. The smoking shell ejected right in front of her face, causing Brittany to flinch. Looking at the target, she saw a large hole, about the size of a baseball in the midsection of the cardboard cutout. Firing the shotgun again, she put another hole the same size through the figure’s groin area. “How much?” Brittany inquired. “A thousand each.” Duke replied. “And I’ll throw in the leg holster.” “Nine hundred apiece.” Brittany countered. “With leg holsters and six boxes of shells. I’ll take three of them at that price.” “You drive a hard bargain!” Duke exclaimed. “Maybe you’d consider throwing in a little pussy to sweeten the deal?” “There’s no way I could take you on.” Brittany said. “My pussy wouldn’t stretch that far.” “I wasn’t thinking about me.” Duke responded, grinning. “I was thinking about Red here.” “Hmmm.” Brittany smarted off. “Maybe another time. I’ll even let you watch.” “Sounds good to me.” Duke replied. “Why don’t we go up to the office and settle up?” Brittany and Evelyn followed Duke and his girlfriend back to his office on the second floor. Brittany sat on Duke’s desk, allowing him a good vantage point to look up her skirt. “You going to cut us a deal on all the merchandise?” Brittany inquired, smiling deviously. “If I do, you’ll have to promise me you won’t pull that derringer out you’ve got strapped to your leg.” The man quipped. “I’d hate to die before I got some of that pussy!” “You don’t happen to know of anyone who might be interested in joining our team, do you?” Brittany asked. “We’ve still got to find a couple of good men who won’t piss out on us when the shooting starts.” “Yeah, but it’ll cost ya.” Duke replied. “I gotta get something outta this deal.” Duke leaned forward in his chair. Slipping his hand beneath Brittany’s skirt, he inched it slowly up her leg till he was lightly brushing it over her panties. “Those two guys down at the range.” He stated. “They’re Vietnam veterans. They were in Saigon when it collapsed. They’ve got jungle as well as urban experience. Pissing out when the going gets hot won’t happen with them.” “Let’s have a talk with them.” Evelyn spoke up. “Might save us alot of time rather than going back through those damn folders again.” Duke and the women walked back down to the firing range in the basement of the building. The two men were sitting at a workbench, cleaning their weapons. Duke made the introductions before returning to his office. Richard Barnes and his friend, Jacob Marsh were high school buddies who’d been drafted into the Marines right after graduating college. Both had served two consecutive tours of duty in Vietnam. The foursome sat at the workbench discussing the mission to rescue the seven women held captive. Neither of the men had qualms about the eminent danger they‘d be facing. They were eager to join the team even before finding out what it paid. Although skeptical because of their age, Brittany decided to hire them to complete the team. After exchanging cell phone numbers, the four shook hands before going their separate ways. Brittany and Evelyn stopped by Duke’s office before leaving to make arrangements for delivery of the goods they’d purchased. “How’d it go with Rich and Jake?” Duke inquired. “Great!” Evelyn replied. “They’re anxious to go with us.” “Remember, you two owe me big for that.” Duke exclaimed with a big smile on his face. “I‘ll remember.” Brittany responded. “I never forget to pay a debt.” Duke pulled Brittany into him. Holding her tight with his huge arms, he kissed Brittany long and hard, taking her breath away. “That’s just a preview.” Duke quipped. “I can’t wait to snake my tongue between those gorgeous legs of yours.” Brittany turned towards Evelyn, her face slightly flush. The woman with the long red hair had Evelyn in an intimate embrace. It was clearly evident she was hot for Evelyn. Red’s hands were firmly grasping Evelyn’s butt through the leather material of her tight slacks. She was swabbing Evelyn’s mouth incessantly as their lips locked together. Evelyn was willingly succumbing to the seduction, holding the woman close to her. After several minutes of passionate kissing the two women finally parted lips. Evelyn appeared to be in a sexual trance. Her eyes were barely open and her breathing was faint. Brittany gave the woman a few moments to regain her composure. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 06 Brittany drove her car out of the building, heading back towards Dallas. Evelyn sat in the passenger seat, not saying a word. Taking a cigarette from Brittany’s purse, she lit it up. “When did you start smoking?” Brittany exclaimed. “That woman was incredible!” Evelyn responded. “Hell, that whole experience was incredible!” “You’ll have to write a book when all this is over.” Brittany muttered. “You’ll have plenty to write about.” “We’ll have to write a book, not just me.” Evelyn replied. “We’ll collaborate.” Brittany wondered if she’d be alive to collaborate on a book. Knowing the missions ahead of her were going to be very dangerous and she was relatively inexperienced. Even with two Vietnam veterans on the team, the rescue missions seemed unlikely to successfully happen. Arriving back in Fort Worth, Evelyn and Brittany packed for their trip to Tampa to meet with the McCullough brothers. Later that evening, the two women cleaned up the apartment, putting away the dossiers and folders. “You gonna call Jared?” Brittany casually inquired. “Nope!” Evelyn retorted. “Fuck him!” “I’m gonna do what I want from now on.” She added. “He’s not running my life anymore.” Evelyn was still intent on emancipating herself from her husband and his future political career. For more than twenty years, she’d been under his control. Experiencing life and new adventures with Brittany had awakened her to a happier life. Early Friday morning, the two women boarded the private jet for their brief flight to Tampa. Evelyn had made reservations for a suite at the Winstar Inn for their weekend stay. Evelyn seemed quite anxious to meet the McCullough brothers. Brittany was certain her very married companion had thoughts of sexual adventures on her mind. If she didn’t, she was in for a big surprise if Brittany could put a plan together. Landing at the airport in Tampa, the two women quickly proceeded to the car rental agency. While Evelyn drove the short distance to the hotel, Brittany contacted Trace McCullough on his cell phone. “We’re here!” Brittany exclaimed. “We’re staying at the Winstar Inn.” “Great.” Trace responded. “Wayne and I’ll pick you up in about an hour.” “Remind him to shave and take a shower, will ya?” Brittany quipped. “None of that casual crud look.” “You won’t recognize my brother!” Trace exclaimed. “He cleans up real nice!” True to their word, Trace and Wayne McCullough showed up on time for their meeting with the women. Opening the door, Brittany was awestruck when she saw Wayne. Instead of seeing a young man with a bristly beard and unkempt hair, her eyes focused on a handsome, clean-shaven man with a fresh haircut. Wearing dark blue dress slacks, a light blue sport shirt and gray deck shoes, Wayne looked like a completely different person. “You look surprised to see me!” Wayne quipped. “I am.” Brittany replied. “Pleasantly surprised.” “This must be the Evelyn Brooks I’ve heard so much about.” Wayne stated, approaching the woman. “You never mentioned how beautiful she was.” “Sounds like you’ve been taking charm lessons.” Brittany smarted off. “Well, you can forget it. Evelyn hears how beautiful she is all the time.” “It’s alright. I don’t mind it a bit.” Evelyn said, her face slightly blushing. “Especially from such a handsome young man.” “How about we go out for some lunch before we check out the boats?” Trace suggested. “I know a nice little restaurant that overlooks the bay.” The two couples left the hotel and proceeded to the restaurant. Sitting at a table with a view of the bay, the conversation quickly turned to the rescue missions. The two women filled Trace and Wayne in on all they’d accomplished. “Now that you’ve got the guns and the shooters, we should be ready to go. Right?” Wayne commented. “I’m still waiting for the latest information from my former boss.” Brittany replied. “Hopefully, we’ll have something by the middle of next week.” “What’s the plan so far?” Trace asked. “We’ll all meet here in Tampa.” Brittany answered. “Get everything loaded onto the boats, then we’ll go down to Nassau.” “I’m going to fly down to Nassau.” Evelyn spoke up. “I’ll stay there and keep the plane ready to fly out. I‘ll keep in touch with our information source by telephone.” “We’ll top off the fuel tanks at Nassau, then head out to the south side of Andros Island.” Brittany continued. “That’ll put us within two hundred miles of the Cuban coastline.” “How far do we need to stay off the coast of Cuba?” Wayne inquired. “We should stay at least fifty miles off the coast so we won’t raise any suspicions.” Brittany replied. “We could get alot closer but I don’t want to take any chances on running into any coastal patrols.” “You guys could be sitting ducks for drug runners and smugglers too.” Evelyn stated. “You’ll have to have someone on watch at all times, day and night.” Brittany looked for any signs of apprehension from the two brothers but neither showed any outward signs of having second thoughts. Brittany hoped it wasn’t false courage. After lunch, the two women accompanied the Trace and Wayne to the marinas to check out the boats. Trace and Wayne had done alot of shopping around, narrowing the search down to three cruisers and two powerboats. Both men knew their way around boats. While Trace pointed out the features and luxuries of each boat, Wayne discussed the mechanical and electronics inspections he’d conducted. By late afternoon, Brittany and Evelyn had eliminated one of the cruisers, narrowing the choice down to two boats. The powerboats, a 2002 thirty-eight-foot Cigarette boat could accommodate the assault team as well as the 2003 thirty-three-foot Eliminator boat. Evelyn left the final decision up to Brittany. With its catamaran style hull and twin five-hundred horsepower engines, the Eliminator boat won out. Another of the boat’s best selling features was it’s certified top speed of 110mph, which accounted for its two-hundred and twenty thousand dollar price tag. “Let’s think about the cruisers for awhile.” Brittany suggested. “We can make up our minds tomorrow.” Returning to their hotel suite at the Winstar Inn, the two couples decided on having dinner later on, then spending the rest of the evening hitting the nightclubs in Ybor City. “Whatta you think of Wayne?” Evelyn asked after the men had left their suite. “He’s alright.” Brittany responded. “He sure looks alot different than when I first met him.” “Why? You thinking of doing some deal cinching later this evening?” She asked. “Ohhhhh, maybe?” Evelyn replied. “Depends on if he makes a move or not.” “What about you and Trace?” She asked. “He never took his eyes off you the entire day.” “There’s nothing between Trace and me.” Brittany replied. “If anything, it’s just physical.” Trace and Wayne took the two women out to one of Tampa’s finest restaurants for a great seafood dinner. Afterwards they stopped in several of the bars in Ybor City for drinks and dancing. With its Mardi Gras style atmosphere, the two couples were able to forget about the work and danger they’d soon be facing. Relaxing and enjoying a good time in each other’s company seemed more important at the time. It was shortly after midnight when they returned to the Winstar Inn. Brittany stood in front of a large window looking out at the lights of the city and skyline sparkling off the calm waters of the bay. Trace walked up behind Brittany, putting his arms around her. His soft breath on the back of her neck was soon replaced by his warm lips. Kissing her softly, he slowly made his way towards her ear. Brittany was responding to his amorous gestures. Her body eased back against him, snuggling close enough to feel the heat of his muscular body. “We’re not setting a very good example for Wayne and Evelyn.” Brittany whispered. “Think they’ve decided to set their own example.” Trace murmured in her ear. Brittany turned around slowly, noticing she and Trace were alone in the living area. Observing the door to Evelyn’s bedroom was closed; Brittany assumed her close companion was finally getting her chance to clench a deal. “We could watch a sexy movie on tv if you’d like.” Brittany quipped in a soft voice. “How about we audition for our own sexy movie?” Trace whispered. “This time, I won’t have to worry about you running off afterwards.” Entering her bedroom, Brittany found herself in Trace’s strong embrace. As their lips meshed in a passionate kiss, Brittany sensed the zipper at the side of her skirt being lowered. The short skirt fell to the floor around her ankles. Trace’s strong hands lifted Brittany off the floor and placed her gently on the queen-size bed. Trace quickly slipped out of his clothes. Wearing just his briefs, Trace climbed on the bed with Brittany. Slowly unbuttoning each button on Brittany’s blouse, he kissed her bare skin. Trace’s moist lips kissed down over her bra, teasing her bellybutton with his tongue. Stopping at the elastic of her bikini cut panties, his lips returned to Brittany’s. Slipping his tongue deep into her mouth, he brought about a low moan from deep within her body. Brittany’s sexual desires were heightening rapidly but Trace wanted to prolong their foreplay. Slipping the blouse from her shoulders, he tossed it to the floor. Trace’s warm lips kissed Brittany’s shoulders, making their way slowly towards her firm breasts. Finding the clasp at the front of her bra, he exposed her breast to his voracious kisses. Brittany’s sensitive nipples were already hard and erect, protruding proudly from her breasts. Trace clenched them between his lips, suckling on them. Brittany’s hands held Trace’s head while his tongue teased and flicked over her nipples. Brittany’s body was squirming on the cool sheets as Trace continued prolonging their foreplay. Brittany was at the point of begging him to fuck her but all she could mutter was his name. “Roll over on your tummy.” Trace whispered in Brittany’s ear. Brittany’s tensed form made it difficult for her to move. Trace wasn’t about to wait. Grasping her arm and leg, he rolled Brittany over on her tummy almost rolling her off the bed. Seizing her ankles, he pulled her back to the center of the bed. Trace straddled Brittany’s prone body. Starting at her shoulders, he kissed her incessantly down her back. Prolonging the foreplay was only frustrating Brittany. Sliding his hand inside Brittany’s panties, his strong fingers slipped over her butt making their way to her pussy. His fingers teased the folds while his lips kissed the soft cheeks of Brittany’s butt. Brittany gritted her teeth as her orgasm ignited, then detonated deep inside her. Trace quickly plunged his finger deep inside Brittany’s wet pussy, fucking her. As her body quivered under the spell of the orgasm, she reached around to grasp Trace’s wrist. Gripping it will all her strength, she dug her fingernails deep, holding it firmly to her. Brittany’s lips expelled a loud gasp as the orgasm gradually subsided. Brittany lay still, her strength weakened by the extreme orgasm. Trace pulled her panties off, yanking them down her legs. Roughly spreading her legs apart, he began licking insatiably at her pussy. Brittany body shuddered as Trace’s lips and tongue teased her clit closer to another orgasm. It was more than she could stand. “Oh God, Fuck Me!” Brittany shouted. “Fuck Me Now You Bastard!” Trace held Brittany’s legs apart with his strong hands. Her ass was bucking wildly against his face buried between her legs. Trace kept sucking on her clit and jabbing his hard tongue inside her pussy. Brittany moaned loudly as the second orgasm overtook her weakened body. It felt like an earthquake was shaking the bed. Brittany’s fingers gripped the sheets pulling them to her. Her juices were flowing like a flooding river. Trace’s mouth sucked on her pussy, lapping up her cum. Brittany’s eyes welled with tears as the orgasm slowly waned. Her fingers cramped from grasping the sheets so tight. With his strong hands at her waist, Trace pulled Brittany up from the soaked sheets. Brittany had no strength left in her body. As he plunged his huge cock inside Brittany’s wanton pussy, her knees slipped out from under her. Collapsing on the bed, she momentarily lost her senses. Lying perfectly still, she fought for each breath. She was waiting for her lover to fuck her but instead she felt the bed move as Trace climbed off. Brittany didn’t have enough strength to raise her head to see what was going on. She listened to the water running briefly in the bathroom. Hearing his footsteps padding across the soft carpet, Brittany looked up to see Trace gathering up his clothing. “What’s the matter?” Brittany mumbled. “Where you going?” “I thought we were going to fuck!” Trace exclaimed. “Didn’t realize you only cared about getting yourself off!” “What?” Brittany retorted. “What the hell are you talking about?” Trace didn’t reply to Brittany’s question. Exiting the bedroom, he charged across the living area towards the door. Brittany scrambled off the bed, rushing after him. “You walk out that door Mister and you’re out for good!” Brittany screamed. “I mean it!” Not looking back, Trace slammed the door as he exited the suite. Out of frustration, Brittany clenched her fists and let out a loud growl. “You think that was such a good idea?” Evelyn asked, standing completely naked in the doorway to her bedroom. “Fuck him! He’s out and that’s final!” Brittany shouted. “I don’t need his fucking ass on my boat!” Wayne walked up behind Evelyn and put his arms around her naked body. After kissing her lightly on the shoulder, his eyes focused on Brittany standing naked in the livingroom. “What the fuck are you looking at?” Brittany exclaimed, glaring at Wayne. Not waiting for his reply, Brittany returned to her bedroom. She pulled the soaked sheets off the bed. Spreading the comforter over the bed, she slipped under the cover. Lying on her stomach, she sensed Evelyn entering the bedroom. “You ok?” Evelyn asked in a soft voice. “Wanna talk about what happened?” “I’m ok.” Brittany murmured. “I don’t wanna talk about it. He’s out and that’s all there is to it.” Evelyn’s hand gently massaged Brittany’s back through the thick material of the comforter. “Want me to have Wayne come in and fuck you?” Evelyn quipped. “NO!” Brittany retorted. “You keep him entertained.” Still angry and upset over what happened, Brittany found it difficult to fall asleep. The loud moans and guttural sounds coming from Evelyn’s bedroom didn’t help matters. Wayne was as equally a talented stud as his brother. Loud smacking sounds emanated from their bedroom several times throughout the night as he fucked Evelyn hard and fast to one screaming orgasm after another. Waking just before 9:00am Saturday morning, Brittany showered, fixed her hair and put on her make-up. Dressing in white shorts and blouse, she joined Wayne and Evelyn in the livingroom. They were eating the breakfast they’d ordered from room service. “You want some breakfast?” Evelyn asked. “Just coffee.” Brittany replied, lighting up a cigarette. Brittany poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down across from Wayne and Evelyn. “I called Trace. He’ll be here any minute.” Evelyn stated. “We need to go back and look at the two cruisers. Make up our mind, which one we want.” “Fuck him.” Brittany mumbled. “He’s off the team.” “No he’s not!” Evelyn retorted. “You need him for a driver. He stays and that’s all there is to it.” Trace arrived at the suite before Brittany could finish her coffee. Both Trace and Brittany tried their best to avoid eye contact. Grabbing their purses, the women followed Wayne and Trace out of the suite. Riding the elevator down to the lobby, Wayne slipped his arm around Evelyn’s waist, pulling her close to him. Driving to the marina, Brittany sat in the front seat with Trace. No one was saying a word to break the silence. Brittany was smoking one cigarette after another. “You should think about quitting.” Trace muttered, glancing at Brittany. “Fuck You!” Brittany exclaimed. “Cigarettes are the least of my worries.” “Oh Geez!” Wayne exclaimed. “Here we go again!” “Will you two kids grow up?” Evelyn shouted. “You’re both acting like asses.” Brittany tossed her cigarette out the car window, too angry to smoke. She blew her last mouthful of smoke at Trace. Arriving at the marina, the two couples thoroughly checked out each of the luxury cruisers. While the 2001 Cruisers 5000 Sedan fifty-foot Cruiser offered sufficient amenities and luxury to meet the team’s requirements, Evelyn preferred the 2003 Navigator Rival fifty-seven foot cruiser. With three staterooms and two complete bathrooms, the cruiser offered the ultimate in luxury and state of the art navigation systems. The price of seven hundred and ninety thousand dollars seemed well within range for the cruiser. Brittany was standing on the swim platform at the boat’s stern, smoking a cigarette. She was trying her best to keep distance between herself and Trace. Wayne and Evelyn were sitting in the salon area. Trace sauntered up to Brittany, standing behind her. She could feel his presence but she wasn’t about to look over her shoulder at him. “Cruiser’s got a nice hull, not a bit of damage.” Trace smarted off. “Sorta like your bottom!” “Is that a fact?” Brittany retorted, crossing her arms over her chest. “Check it out for yourself!” Trace exclaimed, shoving Brittany off the swim platform into the water. Brittany fell into the water fully clothed. Kicking her legs to stay afloat, she grabbed onto the rear of the boat. Choking on a mouthful of water, she wasn’t able to scream at her tormentor. Trace reached over the swim platform to give Brittany a hand getting back onboard the boat. Thinking about pulling him off the platform briefly crossed her mind. Trace had a firm grasp on the platform’s ladder, not taking any chances with the enraged woman. Brittany stood soaking wet on the rear deck of the boat. Water dripped onto the marine carpet, puddling around her feet. Wayne tossed Brittany a towel so she could dry herself, though it seemed pointless. Trace tried to help but it only angered her more. “You’re not riding in my car with those wet clothes on.” Trace stated. “I’ll walk.” Brittany replied. “The exercise won’t kill me.” “Why don’t you go inside and get outta those wet clothes?” Evelyn suggested, trying her best to keep from laughing. “I’ll hang them out so they’ll dry. Brittany stepped inside the salon, walking quickly towards one of the bathrooms. Evelyn followed her in. Handing Evelyn her wet clothes, Brittany wrapped a towel around herself and another around her head to dry her hair. Trace and Wayne were sitting in the salon when Brittany exited the bathroom. Both men stared; noticing the towel barely covered her body. Brittany decided to retire to one of the staterooms till her clothes dried. Closing the door behind her, Brittany stretched out on the bed, lying on her side. A few moments later the door opened and Trace entered the stateroom, locking the door behind him. “Forget it.” Brittany muttered. “It ain’t gonna happen.” Not saying a word, Trace took off his clothes, tossing them in a heap. Climbing onto the bed, he stretched out next to Brittany. Rolling her onto her back, he pulled the towel open, exposing her naked body. Brittany turned her face away but his hand pulled it back so he could kiss her. Brittany did her best to remain calm and not react to his lips pressed softly against hers. She closed her eyes, feeling his moist lips travel down her body. Pausing momentarily, he sucked tenderly on each nipple, bringing them to erection. Trace’s hand parted Brittany’s legs then slipped down over her pussy. Gently rubbing the mound of her pussy, his fingers found Brittany’s juices already flowing. Trace’s finger brushed lightly over Brittany’s sensitive clit causing her to flinch. Grinding her ass against the bedding, she felt her passionate desires starting to build. Trace’s tongue licked Brittany’s slit up and down till her pussy blossomed. Snaking his tongue inside her pussy, he brought her to orgasm almost immediately. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 06 Brittany’s legs tensed as she lifted her butt upwards, letting the orgasm consume her. Brittany’s mouth gaped open, emitting a long, low moan. Trace knelt between Brittany’s legs, waiting patiently to impale her with his rock hard cock. Brittany slowly opened her eyes as the orgasm faded. Brittany’s eyes focused on Trace’s huge cock with its mushroom shaped head positioned at the entrance to her pussy. Unconsciously licking her lips, she felt her lover push into her, forcing the head of his cock between the folds of her pussy. “Oh Yessssssss” Brittany gasped, feeling the thick cock stretching her pussy. Trace slowly worked his rigid shaft into Brittany’s juicy pussy. Each stroke going in a little deeper, spreading her pussy a little further. Lubricated by Brittany’s flowing juices, Trace had little trouble working his cock inside her. Feeling his balls crushed against Brittany’s butt, Trace began fucking her slow and easy. Brittany’s hands grasped Trace’s upper arms, feeling her body getting closer and closer to sexual ecstasy with each stroke. Brittany’s body was contorting as the ultimate orgasm began to develop deep within. Trace gradually increased his tempo and force feeling her pussy contracting around his cock. Brittany’s breathing was coming in quick, panting breaths. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the orgasm rose quickly, exploding like a volcano. Trace pounded his cock harder and faster into Brittany. Her creamy juices were coating his pulsating cock. “ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH ARGHHHHHHHHHH” Brittany screamed out. Her legs gripped Trace’s waist till they felt paralyzed. Trace fucked Brittany with long, hard strokes, feeling his balls about to spew his hot cum deep inside her lustful pussy. Gritting his teeth, he felt the burning cum explode from his cock. “Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr aaaaaahhhhhhhh” He growled, feeling his cum spewing into Brittany. Trace’s body froze, his arms felt like unbendable steel rods as the last of his cum oozed from his cock. Perspiration streamed from his face, dripping onto Brittany’s breasts. She watched it splash then stream off to the side like rain on a windshield. After a few long moments, Trace managed to lower himself on top of Brittany. Resting on his elbows, he kissed her soft lips. Brittany’s ankles remained locked around his waist. Holding Trace to her, she wiped away the perspiration on his face. Brittany could feel his heart pounding against her breasts. Unclenching her ankles, she fought to get them down till they rested on the bed. Trace slipped his arms beneath Brittany, embracing her to him. Neither of them spoke a word, preferring to communicate in silence. The two couples spent the rest of the weekend seeing the sights and visiting several of the tourist attractions around the Tampa area. Monday morning, Evelyn made arrangements for an electronic funds transfer to pay for the two boats. Once all the paperwork was taken care of, Trace and Wayne moved the boats to the Bayshore Marina. With everything in Tampa taken care of, it was time for Brittany and Evelyn to fly back to Dallas to make final preparations for the first mission. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 07 Evelyn and Brittany relaxed in the comfortable leather seating of the private jet as it cruised back towards Dallas. Both were pleased their plans were coming together; both were apprehensive about the dangerous missions ahead. “I’ve asked the pilots to fly me on to LAX after we drop you off in Dallas.” Evelyn stated. “I need to get some fresh clothes, maybe even spend some time with Jared and Tanya.” “Ok.” Brittany responded. “We can’t do much till we get the latest information from Langley anyway.” While Evelyn spent a couple of days with her husband and daughter in Beverly Hills, Brittany took some time for herself, watching her favorite movies and sleeping in late. Contacting each of the team members, she put them on alert to be ready to go. Evelyn arrived back in Dallas late Wednesday afternoon. Brittany picked her up at the airport, fighting heavy traffic back to her apartment in Fort Worth. Evelyn seemed in good spirits, chatting about a shopping trip with her daughter and getting to sleep in her own bed for a change. “How’s Jared?” Brittany asked. “He hasn’t changed any.” Evelyn replied. “We didn’t spend more than a few hours together the whole time. He’s all wrapped up in his political campaign.” Cleaning up the kitchen and diningroom after dinner, the women discussed their past weekend with Trace and Wayne. “So, you and Trace back on again?” Evelyn inquired. “Seems like you two have got your differences worked out.” “Well, we kinda know where each of us stands.” Brittany replied. “He knows I’m not going to get serious about him or anyone else for that matter. He‘s not wanting a serious relationship either.” “What about you and Wayne?” Brittany quipped. “He really rocked your boat every chance he got!” “Oh. We’re just friends.” Evelyn responded, grinning. “He’s just another notch on my bedpost! I need alot more boat rocking than he can give me.” The sudden knock at the apartment door startled both women. “Brad!” Evelyn exclaimed. “That’s got to be him!” Answering the door, it was indeed, Brad Langley. Entering the apartment, he was actually expressing a true smile. Brittany noticed he had a handful of file folders under his arm. “Damn! Knew I’d be late for dinner.” He stated, sniffing the air. “How about a nice T-bone steak, baked potato and a salad?” Evelyn offered. “Won’t take me long to get it fixed for you?” “Wow!” Langley exclaimed. “You ladies are spoiling me. I may have to move in.” While Evelyn set about preparing Langley’s dinner, he and Brittany sat on the couch in the livingroom. After handing Brittany the handful of folders, he sipped on the cold beer Evelyn had brought him. Brittany opened the first folder. It contained numerous photographs of two college students from UNC. Both girls were sophomores, studying towards degrees in journalism. They’d been kidnapped from a boat, owned by the father of one of their boyfriends. One of the boyfriends had been fatally shot during the kidnapping and tossed overboard. “Now for the bad news.” Langley said. “According to latest reports, the girls are no longer in Esmeralda. They’ve been taken to Yaguajay. It’s a small town on the inner coastline.” “Why’s that bad news?” Brittany asked. Yaguajay is notorious for its drug trafficking and smuggling operations.” Langley replied. “It’s busy day and night.” “Even the coastal patrols won’t enter the bay.” Langley added. “Those that have, never made it out.” “How sure are you about your sources?” Brittany inquired. “I’d hate to go in there and find out these two girls weren’t even there.” “Miguel Ramos has a hacienda in Yaguajay. It’s right along the coast, overlooking the bay.” Langley stated. “He keeps both girls with him and his wife at all times. Miguel isn’t the one you’ll have to worry about. His wife, Jessica is the real threat.” “Jessica?” Brittany asked. “Sounds American?” “She is American.” Langley replied. “She’s a former Las Vegas showgirl. Miguel met her on a trip there about seven or years ago. They got one of those quickie Vegas marriages.” “She’s into sadomasochism and satanic worship.” Langley quipped. “She uses the girls to entertain their drug buyers. Bet she’s alot of fun at parties!” While Brad ate the dinner Evelyn had prepared him, Brittany glanced through the remaining folders. There were grainy, black and white photographs of Miguel Ramos and his wife, Jessica along with photos of the hacienda. “Check out the folder with the aerial photos in it.” Langley suggested. “Those were just taken last week.” Brittany and Evelyn examined the aerial photographs of Yaguajay and the coastline. Several photos had been enlarged to detail the docks and the area immediately surrounding the Ramos home. While the coastline was rocky with craggy outcroppings, the house appeared to be surrounded by lush, thick jungle. The house was built on a plateau, which overlooked the small town. “Maybe we should think this over before we decide if it’s worth the risk.” Evelyn suggested. “It looks way too dangerous.” “No. We’ll go.” Brittany replied. “If I think about it, I might talk myself out of going.” Evelyn wasn’t happy with Brittany’s decision, realizing the mission was more dangerous than she’d ever expected. Thoughts of the entire team being killed, immediately crossed her mind. The idea of losing Brittany made her shudder with fear. “You alright?” Brittany asked, noticing the look of fear on her face. “I’m alright.” Evelyn replied, choking out the words. “It’s you I’m worried about.” “I’ll be ok.” Brittany murmured, grasping the woman‘s hand in hers. “We’ll all be ok.” “I couldn’t live with myself, knowing I financed this whole thing and got everyone killed.” Evelyn muttered. “Think positive!” Brittany responded. “None of us is going to get killed!” “Take my advice.” Langley said. “Take along a well stocked first-aid kit. Just in case.” “When will you have more information about the other women?” Brittany inquired, trying to sound confident about the first mission. “I should have just about everything by the first of next week.” Langley replied. “Depends on what comes in over the weekend.” “You can get in touch with me in Nassau.” Evelyn stated. “I’ll be staying at the Marriott.” “Ok, that’s not a problem.” Langley responded. “We should stay in touch so you can keep me informed on how things are going with Brittany and her gang.” After dinner and one last beer, Langley proceeded to leave. Putting his arm around Brittany, he gave her a caring hug. “Don’t put your life or the lives of your team in more jeopardy than’s necessary.” Brad murmured. “Don’t give up six lives trying to save two.” Securing the door after Langley left, Brittany turned towards Evelyn. “You wanna get the pilots ready to leave in the morning?” Brittany asked. “I’ll call the others.” While Evelyn contacted her pilots at the Radisson Hotel, Brittany phoned Karen Denton, Duke, Richard Barnes, Jacob Marsh and the McCullough brothers. With Evelyn’s assistance, Brittany packed a suitcase and a carry-on for the trip. “I’m gonna grab a quick shower, maybe watch a movie before bed.” Brittany stated, trying to sound calm and collected. “Wanna join me?” Standing in the shower, the two women lathered washcloths, thoroughly soaping each other’s bodies. Evelyn washed Brittany’s back, slowly working her hands around to her breasts. Cupping Brittany’s breasts, she fondling them gently. Brittany leaned back into Evelyn, feeling the woman’s hard nipples poking into her back. Evelyn’s fingers brushed lightly over Brittany’s nipples, teasing them till they protruded proudly from her firm breasts. Gliding the washcloth down over Brittany’s tummy, Evelyn made light circular motions over her pubic mound. Brittany was allowing her body to enjoy the sexual pleasures Evelyn wanted to bestow on her. Slipping the washcloth between Brittany’s legs, Evelyn’s fingers slithered over the woman’s pussy. Teasing the folds with her middle finger, she slipped it inside Brittany’s pussy. Rubbing her sensitive clit, Brittany’s body pushed back hard against Evelyn, her butt pressed firmly against her seductress. Brittany’s barely audible moans were constant as she neared orgasm. Grinding her ass hard against Evelyn, her orgasm came on strong and hard. Brittany’s body quivered savoring every moment of pure lust filled pleasure. A loud moan escaped her clenched lips. Stepping out of the shower and barely drying themselves off, the two women rushed to Brittany’s bedroom. Jumping on the bed, they kissed passionately, their lips grinding hard. Brittany’s hands roughly massaged Evelyn’s sensitive breasts, tugging hard on the woman’s nipples. Evelyn’s head tilted back, enjoying the animalistic treatment. Pushing Evelyn onto her back, Brittany straddled the woman. Twisting around, she firmly grasped Evelyn’s legs, spreading them apart. Bringing the woman’s legs up, she bowed her head till her lips could kiss hungrily over Evelyn’s inflamed pussy. Evelyn seized Brittany’s legs, pulling her pussy to her lips. Licking feverously up and down Brittany’s swollen pussy, she ignited desires deep with her. Brittany’s mouth sucked greedily on Evelyn’s clit, exposing the little bud to her hard tongue. Slipping two fingers deep into Evelyn’s pussy, she brought the woman to an intense orgasm. Evelyn shrieked, her fingers digging into Brittany’s legs as the orgasm consumed her wanton body. The intensity of the orgasm shook her body uncontrollably. Both women were breathless gasping for every breath. Letting their passions subside, Brittany and Evelyn soothed each other by gently rubbing each other’s legs, easing their tensions. “Whew!” Evelyn exclaimed. “That was absolutely incredible!” Brittany lifted herself off the woman turning around till she could lean over her. Kissing Evelyn tenderly brought tears to the woman’s eyes. “Promise me you’ll come back safely.” Evelyn murmured. “I promise.” Brittany whispered. “I’ll come back especially for you.” Neither of the women slept much although they were quite tired. Evelyn’s restlessness and Brittany’s anxiety kept them awake most of the night. Waking up shortly after 4:00am, Brittany slipped on her robe and made her way to the kitchen. After preparing fresh coffee, she sat in the darkened livingroom, smoking a cigarette and watching a movie on late night television. Hearing soft footsteps behind her, she looked around to see Evelyn approaching. “Can’t sleep?” Brittany muttered. “Not really.” Evelyn responded. “Thought I might as well get up and sit out here with you.” The women watched the rest of the movie before changing channels to catch one of the early morning news programs. “Think I’ll go ahead and get the money transfers done.” Evelyn stated. “I’m sure Karen and the guys will ask if the money’s in their accounts.” While Evelyn took care of transferring money online to each of the team member’s bank accounts, Brittany grabbed a quick shower before dressing and fixing her hair. Grabbing up the file folders Langley had brought over the night before, she stuffed them into her attaché. Making one last check of the apartment, Brittany waited patiently for Evelyn to get ready for their flight. Brittany read over the file folders one more time during the short flight from Dallas to Tampa. She practically had the dossiers on the two college coeds committed to memory. Being able to recognize the girls from a distance through binoculars would be important. After landing in Tampa, Evelyn and Brittany took a cab to the Bayshore Marina. Walking towards the end of the docks, the Navigator Rival fifty-seven foot cruiser sat moored in the last slip. On the other side of the narrow dock, the thirty-three foot Eliminator catamaran sat nestled in its mooring. Its bright maroon cover protected the boat’s cockpit. Wayne McCullough came out of the cruiser’s salon, greeting the two women as they approached. He seemed quite happy to see them. “You’re the first ones to arrive.” Wayne stated, assisting Brittany with her luggage. “Where’s Trace?” Brittany inquired. “Oh a.” Wayne mumbled. “He’s a. Well, his ex-wife kinda stopped by early this morning. The two of them went off somewhere together.” Brittany set her attaché on the bar in the galley then proceeded out onto the rear deck of the luxurious cruiser. “Did you know Trace had been married?” Evelyn inquired, keeping her voice low. “Yeah. It was noted in his dossier.” Brittany responded. “No big deal. She probably heard about the money and decided to pay him a visit.” “Maybe she heard about you.” Evelyn quipped. “Figured she better check out the competition.” “You’re forgetting. Trace and I are just friends.” Brittany said. “There’s nothing serious between us.” “There’s a storm just off the Keys.” Wayne stated, approaching the women. “Nothing big. It’ll pass in a few hours.” “I doubt if everyone will get here before late afternoon.” Brittany commented. “I would like to get down to Key West though. We can stay there tonight, then head out for Andros Island in the morning.” “Andros?” Wayne questioned. “Thought we were going to Nassau first.” “There’s been a change of plans.” Brittany replied. “I’ll cover it with everyone as soon as they get onboard.” Shortly before noon, Trace stepped onto the boat with his ex-wife. She was a beautiful woman in her late twenties. Her long, straight black hair trailed halfway down her back. Wearing shorts that barely covered her shapely butt and a midriff low cut top, she looked extremely hot. Trace introduced Evelyn and Brittany to his ex-wife, Janine. His handsome face flaunted a sly grin. “I’m so happy you picked Trace to be on your team.” The woman stated. “He’s quite good with a boat. “Not to mention a few other things he’s quite good at.” She added, trying to sound brazen. “For two-hundred thousand dollars, he better be damn good!” Brittany exclaimed. “As for the other, that’s debatable.” “Well! I can vouch for his sexual prowess!” Janine retorted, striking a sexy pose. “I’m sure you can.” Brittany smarted off. “Just hope you washed his dick before bringing him back.” “Trace honey, maybe I should be going?” Janine mumbled. “I’m sure you still have alot of preparation to do.” Trace helped Janine onto the dock. Glancing over his shoulder, he gave Brittany an enraged look before escorting his ex-wife back to her car. “Thought there wasn’t anything between you two?” Evelyn quipped. Brittany didn’t answer Evelyn’s comment, preferring to remain silent. Entering the living area of the cruiser, she proceeded to the master stateroom to unpack her clothes. Trace returned to the cruiser, still angered by Brittany’s comments. Rushing past Wayne and Evelyn, he stormed into the stateroom. “Just what the hell was all that about?” Trace shouted. “Are you jealous of Janine?” “Jealous! Not fuckin hardly!” Brittany exclaimed. “You could have been a little more personable.” Trace said. “Afterall, she is my ex-wife.” “Well, heaven forbid, I’d ever forget that!” Brittany replied in a raised voice. “Is this a friendly argument or can anyone join in?” A female voice inquired. Looking past Trace, Brittany saw Karen Denton standing in the doorway to the stateroom. “Hey Karen.” Brittany replied, forcing a smile. “Glad to see you made it.” “Can I get some help getting the stuff unloaded?” Karen asked. “Sure. Wayne and I’ll give you a hand.” Brittany answered. Karen led the way back up the dock to her bright red armored car. Unlocking the heavy back doors, she swung them open revealing the weaponry Evelyn and Brittany had purchased. The group loaded them on several carts to transport them back to the boat. After stowing the guns and ammunition safely onboard the cruiser, the three women sat on the rear deck of the cruiser sipping cold refreshments. Trace and Wayne decided to pick up some last minute supplies at one of the local convenience stores. “So. What’s the deal with you and that good looking, hunky guy?” Karen asked “He your ex-husband or your boyfriend?” “Neither! He’s just a driver.” Brittany muttered. “Nothing more.” “So, he’s fair game then?” Karen inquired. “If you wanna play the game by his rules.” Brittany replied. Brittany spotted Richard Barnes and Jake Marsh walking down the docks, looking for the boat. Standing up, she waved her arm to get their attention. Both men, upon seeing her, picked up their pace. “Thought maybe you left without us.” Jacob Marsh kidded. “Nah, we’re just sitting here waiting for Duke to show up.” Brittany replied. “Once we get our gear loaded up, we’ll head out for Key West.” “You guys can stow your gear in one of the staterooms.” Evelyn stated, leading the two men inside the cabin area of the boat. “Wow, this is like a floating condo!” Richard Barnes commented. “I could of bought a condo for what we paid for it.” Evelyn remarked, grinning. “There’s cold beer in the refrigerator. Help yourself if you want.” With the team members all present except for Trace and Wayne, it looked like departure time was getting nearer. Brittany was slowly growing impatient waiting for Duke to show up with their gear and the heavy weapons. Stepping up on the dock, she slowly walked towards the marina’s parking lot. Remembering the argument earlier in the morning with Trace, she thought it best to try and make the most of the situation. It was too late to replace the McCullough brothers, at least for this mission. Sauntering up the dock, she saw the black Hummer with Duke behind the wheel, entering the parking lot. His redheaded girlfriend was sitting in the passenger seat, beaming a big smile. “Hey Babe!” Duke greeted, as he exited the vehicle. “Sorry about the delay!” “I’ll get a couple of the guys to help get you unloaded.” Brittany replied. Richard and Jake helped Duke load the gear and crates onboard the cruiser. Brittany and Evelyn sorted through the gear making sure everything was accounted for. Opening one of the boxes, Brittany took out the modified versions of the Winchester 1100’s, setting them on the carpeted floor. “Just remember.” Duke stated, looking over Brittany’s shoulder. “Make sure you’ve got a damn good grip on it before you squeeze the trigger.” “I’ll remember.” Brittany replied. “Hope you remember something else.” Duke quipped. “I won’t forget that either.” Brittany responded, grinning. “You’ll get your pussy. That is, if I live through all this.” “Don’t try to be a hero.” Duke spoke softly, putting his hand on Brittany’s shoulders. “You don’t have to prove anything to anybody.” Trace and Wayne entered the cruiser’s salon, then proceeded into the galley. Trace kept taking quick glances at Duke and Brittany kneeling on the floor, examining the shotguns. He also noticed Duke’s hand on Brittany’s shoulder. “Can you give Evelyn a ride to the airport so she can catch her plane?” Brittany asked Duke. “Sure, be happy to.” Duke replied. After Evelyn left with Duke and his girlfriend, Brittany gathered the group together in the salon to introduce everyone and go over the latest developments for their first mission. She detailed the location of the two college girls, passing out photographs of the pair. Afterwards, Brittany displayed the aerial photographs of the Ramos hacienda and the surrounding terrain. “If there’s anyone who wants out, now’s the time to step forward.” Brittany stated. “I won’t hold it against anybody for having second thoughts.” None of the team members made any sort of gesture to back out. They all seemed more anxious than ever to get started. “Ok then.” Brittany commanded. “Let’s head out for Key West.” Wayne scrambled to the upper deck of the cruiser, firing up the twin diesel engines. Richard and Jake stepped up on the deck to untie the ropes securing the cruiser. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 07 “I thought about heading out ahead of everyone, maybe stopping at Sanibel Island for a late dinner.” Trace murmured to Brittany. “Whatta ya think?” “Sounds nice.” Brittany replied. “Maybe even spend the night at a marina, rock the boat a little?” “Yeah. I was thinking that too.” Trace responded, smiling. “Why don’t you ask Karen to go along with you?” Brittany suggested, walking away from the man. “It’ll give you two a chance to get to know each other.” “Karen, you wanna ride with Trace down to Sanibel Island?” Brittany asked the woman in a raised voice so everyone could hear. “Hell yeah.” Karen quickly replied. “I’ll go with him.” Brittany ascended the interior stairway to the boat’s upper level, leaving Trace dumbfounded in the salon. Sitting in the passenger seat across from Wayne, she lit a cigarette and propped her feet up. Glancing down at the dock, she saw Trace and Karen making the short walk towards the Eliminator powerboat. Richard and Jacob stepped back aboard the cruiser just before Wayne eased it away from the dock. The cruiser backed slowly out into the mainstream of the marina, barely rippling the calm water. Spinning the wheel around and pushing the throttle levers forward, Wayne steered the boat out into the bay, slowly picking up speed. “You trust those two alone together?” Wayne inquired. “Well, they’re gonna fuck each other eventually.” Brittany smarted off. “May as well give them the perfect opportunity right off.” “That doesn’t bother you?” Wayne asked. “Nope.” Brittany answered. “I could care less.” The Eliminator powerboat with Trace and Karen aboard thundered past the luxury cruiser. Running at more than double the fifty-seven foot cruiser’s speed, the couple quickly sped off out of sight. “Hey, mind if I fix us all a nice dinner?” Richard Barnes shouted as he climbed the ladder from the rear deck. “You cook?” Brittany asked in surprise. “Yep. I’m a chef by trade.” Richard replied. “Cooking’s my stock and trade.” “Fantastic!” Brittany exclaimed. “You cook, we’ll eat!” “How about a cup of coffee?” Brittany asked Wayne. “I was just thinking the same thing.” Wayne replied. Brittany tossed her cigarette over the side before descending the stairway to the interior of the cabin. Richard was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen. Jake was going through the boxes of assault weapons and handguns, checking them out. “These M4-A3’s are awesome!” He exclaimed. “The action is smooth as silk. They sure as hell got Denton’s touch on them.” “Bet they didn’t come cheap either.” Jake added. “Nope, they sure didn’t.” Brittany responded. “That‘s $3500 you’re holding in your hand.” “Check out the Glock 37-45’s. She added. “They’ve improved them tremendously over the original models.” Jake took one of the Glock handguns from its holster, checking out the weapon thoroughly. A big smile shown on his face immediately as he admired the workmanship. “Thought about buying one of these and selling my Smith and Wesson.” Jake commented. “Definitely going to invest in one now.” “You and Rich can each have one along with an assault rifle when all this is over.” Brittany stated. “I’ve got something else you might like.” She added. Jake followed Brittany into the master stateroom. Opening one of the boxes, she handed him one of the Winchester 1100’s. “This’ll take the fire out of someone real damn quick!” Jake exclaimed. “It’ll put a hole in someone you can put your fist through.” Brittany remarked. “You must have been one helluva marshal.” Jake commented. “Why’d you ever leave the agency?” “It wasn’t my choice, although I probably would have left anyway.” Brittany replied. “They called it a cut-back. I call it a cover-up.” “They cut back on field agents?” Jake curiously asked. “I wasn’t a field agent.” Brittany answered. “I did investigations from an office. Just a glorified clerk on a computer.” “Well, you sure as hell know your stuff!” Jake exclaimed. “Rich and I both saw your interview on that morning news show. That wasn’t any clerk doing the talking.” Jake and Brittany left the stateroom, heading back to the living area. Richard was setting the table for dinner. “Dinner’s almost ready.” Rich announced. “You wanna go up and get Wayne to join us?” The four team members sat at the small dining table enjoying the dinner Richard had prepared. After paying him several compliments on his culinary skills, the conversation turned towards talk about the first mission. Brittany assisted Richard with cleaning up the galley after dinner. Deciding to try and catch a little sleep before taking over the driving chores later in the night, Brittany grabbed a quick shower. She wondered how Trace and Karen were getting along. At the speed they were traveling, they should have made the trip to Sanibel Island in less than three hours. Arriving at Sanibel Island around 7:00pm, Trace idled the powerboat up to the dock at the busy marina. The sight of the Eliminator with its catamaran hull drew quite a crowd of curious tourists. “How about some dinner and then maybe a little rest before we head on down to the Keys?” Trace suggested. “Dinner sounds great!” Karen responded. “I’m starved.” “Doubt we’ll get much rest afterwards though.” She added, smarting off. The couple dined at the Seafarer Grille, one of Sanibel Island’s many restaurants. “So, what’s the poop on you and Britt?” Karen inquired. “You two in a relationship?” “No. Not anymore.” Trace replied. “We have too many differences to have a relationship.” “What about you?” He asked. “You involved with anyone?” “Nope.” Karen answered. “Been married twice, shot both of the bastards!” Trace laughed aloud at her remark although Karen meant exactly what she’d said. “Shot one in the butt with a load of buckshot.” Karen confessed. “The other, I pumped a .38 in his kneecap. Caught both of them buttering some other bitch’s biscuit.” Karen’s backwoods, West Virginia charm captivated Trace’s interest. “I see why Brittany picked you for the team.” Trace stated. “You’re quite a charmer as well as a helluva shot.” “Well, ain’t never done a headshot.” Karen muttered. “Kinda anxious to see some bastard’s head explode when I put a .308 in it. The smile on Trace’s face quickly disappeared after hearing Karen’s last remark. He suddenly realized Karen wasn’t just putting on an act to amuse him. Her candid remarks were genuine and not to be taken lightly. After leaving the restaurant, Trace and Karen checked out the small hotels on the island, securing one of the last rooms available. Deciding to check out the nightlife, the couple shopped at one of the swimwear shops before hitting the nightclubs. Karen picked out a few bikinis, something she couldn’t find back in Crown Hill. It was late evening when the pair returned to their hotel. After showering, Trace and Karen slipped into bed. At thirty years of age, Karen still had the body of a twenty year old and she was anxious to prove it. Her sexual appetite was starved for satisfaction. Kissing passionately, Trace found himself succumbing to the hot-blooded country girl. Trace subdued the women by pinning her arms above her head while his lips made their way down her chest. Cupping her breasts, his lips kissed Karen’s nipples, teasing them till they hardened. Karen’s desires were quickly fueled by the oral stimulations. Trace’s strong hand slipped between Karen’s legs, feeling the heavy moisture already coating the entrance to her pussy. Sliding his fingers slowly up and down the slit of her pussy, he had the woman grinding her ass against the cool sheets. Her sexual hunger increased rapidly. “Oh God, fuck me!” Karen begged. “I need you now!” Spreading her legs, Karen lifted her butt up off the bed, gyrating her pussy against Trace’s hand. Trace was eager to eat the young woman’s pussy, to make her beg him even more to fuck her! Holding her legs apart, his tongue licked recklessly at her pink slit. Sliding his tongue inside Karen’s pussy drove her crazy. Grabbing the back of Trace’s head, she forced him to keep stabbing his tongue inside her. Within moments, Karen was experiencing her first orgasm in months. Her entire body shook, a loud moan emitted from her clenched lips. Thrusting her pussy hard into Trace’s face, Karen savored the sexual gratification she was experiencing. Pulling his mouth from Karen’s pussy, Trace positioned himself between her legs. Plunging hard into the woman, he impaled her with his huge cock. Karen’s legs wrapped around Trace’s muscular body. Her leg muscles squeezed forcefully as she fucked herself into a frenzy. Trace fought to get her legs unclasped from his waist but Karen only gripped him tighter. His strong arms were no match for her leg muscles. Grinding her heels into his butt, she forced his cock deeper and deeper till her orgasm erupted, flooding her pussy with her cum. Trace was breathless but far from nearing his climax. Managing to break free from her grasp, he forced Karen’s legs upwards till her knees were pressed against her breasts. Trace fucked her hard and fast. Karen’s cum lubricated his cock as her juices kept flowing. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, pulling him to her, biting him on the shoulder. Trace’s cum spewed into the woman, filling her pussy with his hot, thick cream. Slowly, his hips stopped bucking into the woman as he felt his strength waning. Perspiration dripped from his face onto Karen’s heaving breasts, diluting the blood trickling from his shoulder. Trace pulled back till he was resting on his heels. Wiping the blood from his shoulder, he noticed the deep teeth marks Karen had branded on him. “Hope that’s not all you got!” Karen exclaimed, grinning. “That’s all you’re going to get for now.” Trace muttered, trying to catch his breath. “I’ll fuck you till you can’t walk.” Climbing off the bed, Trace walked unsteadily towards the bathroom. Karen followed him a few paces behind. “Let me take care of that for you.” She offered. “Didn’t mean to bite you so hard. Guess I got a little carried away.” “It’s alright.” Trace mumbled, as Karen washed the blood from his shoulder. “Just never had a woman bite me before.” With Karen snuggled in his arms, Trace drifted off to sleep. Karen’s fingers lightly traced over the bite wounds on his shoulder, soothing his sensitive flesh. Back on the luxury cruiser heading south along the Florida coastline, Brittany’s travel alarm awakened her from a sound sleep. Slipping on shorts and a tank top, she checked her hair in the bathroom mirror before ascending the stairway to the top deck. Wayne was sitting behind the controls, his eyes focused on the open sea ahead. The night was clear with no clouds present. Brittany stood behind him, looking down at the radar and sonar screens. “What time is it?” Wayne asked. “It’s about 3:15.” Brittany replied. “Thought I’d come up and take over so you can get some sleep.” “I’ve been keeping us about a mile offshore.” Wayne stated, rising from the captain’s chair. “Where are we?” Brittany asked. “We passed by Naples about an hour ago.” Wayne replied. “Just keep her heading due south.” Brittany relaxed in the leather seat, keeping a light hand on the wheel. Lighting up a cigarette, she checked over the gauges and screens. A few minutes later, Brittany heard footsteps climbing the stairway to the upper deck. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Rich approaching with two cups of coffee. “What’s the matter?” Brittany asked. “Couldn’t sleep?” “Heard your alarm go off, thought you might like some company.” Richard replied. “Not to mention some coffee to go along with that cigarette.” “How far are we from Key West?” Richard inquired. “About five hours away.” Brittany answered. “Heard it’s a pretty wild place.” Rich stated. “Lots of bars and nightclubs, not to mention the nude beaches.” “Nude beaches!” Brittany quipped. “You don’t look the type to go in for that sort of thing.” “Don’t let my age fool ya, Hon.” Richard responded, grinning. “I may be almost twice your age but I’m not dead.” Richard was quite introverted, much quieter than his friend Jake. He was quite handsome for a man in his middle fifties. His light gray hair, bright blue eyes and pleasant smile were his most prominent features. Brittany asked him about his family but he seemed reluctant to talk about them. He barely mentioned he was divorced with a daughter and grandchildren he seldom saw. “What about girlfriends?” Brittany asked. “Bet you’ve got more girlfriends than you can handle.” “Nah. At my age, all the women seem to care about is bank accounts and pension plans.” Richard replied. “They’re more concerned about money and retirement than enjoying life.” “What about you?” Richard asked. “Ever been married?” “I was engaged once.” Brittany muttered. “Found out my fiancée was seeing his old girlfriends, so I broke it off.” “Does that make it hard for you to trust guys now?” Rich inquired. “I don’t worry about trusting men.” Brittany replied. “I don‘t get that involved where I have to worry about trusting them. “Guess I just use them for sex and that’s it.” She added with a sly smile. “Well, enjoy it while you can, I always say.” Richard responded. Brittany surmised that enjoying sex was something greatly lacking from Richard’s life. He seemed pretty much a loner, not so much by choice as by chance. Richard sat back in the passenger seat, watching the coastline off in the distance. Brittany’s peripheral vision caught him looking at her off and on with a smile. Neither of them said anything for almost an hour. The sun was just coming up on the port side, illuminating the clear sky. “I need to go down to the bathroom.” Brittany stated. “Why don’t you take over the helm till I get back?” “Me!” Richard exclaimed. “I’ve never steered a boat before.” “No better time to learn.” Brittany responded, getting up from her seat. “Come over here and take over.” Richard nervously sat down in the seat behind the helm. Grasping the wheel firmly with both hands, he looked intensely over the bow at the open sea ahead of him. Brittany put her hands on his shoulders, pulling him gently back into the seat. “Relax. One hand is all you need.” Brittany stated. “Just keep it on 180 south.” After using the bathroom Brittany stopped by the galley, fixing herself and Richard two more cups of coffee. Taking them up to the top deck, she handed one to Richard before relaxing in the passenger seat. “You wanna take over?” Richard asked, his face beaming a big smile. “Nope. You’re doing just fine.” Brittany replied, lighting up a cigarette. Richard’s smile never faded from his handsome face as he steered the fifty-seven foot cruiser towards Key West. Jake woke up around 8:00am. Dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, he joined them on the bridge. “Are we near Key West?” He asked. “We should be there in a couple of hours.“ Brittany replied. “Just in time for breakfast.” Brittany took over the helm about thirty minutes out from Key West. Off in the distance, the Overseas Highway loomed above the water as they approached the resort town. Brittany slowed the boat’s speed to half throttle as they rounded the southern most edge of Key West. Entering Cay’s Marina, she pulled both throttle levers back to just above idle. “Tie off front and back as soon as we make the dock.” Brittany commanded. Easing into an open slip, Brittany used the bow and stern thrusters to push the boat towards the dock. Richard and Jake jumped to the dock, quickly securing the boat fore and aft. Brittany shut down both Volvo diesel engines before joining them on the dock. “I need to make a quick phone call to Evelyn.” She stated. “I’ll be right back. You might want to wake up Wayne, let him know we‘re here.” Brittany’s phone conversation with Evelyn at the Marriott in Nassau was brief. She was relieved to hear they’d made it safely from Tampa without incident. Brittany told her she’d call again just before they left for Andros Island. After securing access to the boat, Brittany and the three men proceeded to one of the restaurants for breakfast. After breakfast, the group strolled down the street past several souvenir shops and bars already open for the tourist trade. Stepping back aboard the cruiser, their attentions were drawn to the rumbling sound of the twin engines emanating from the Eliminator powerboat as it entered the marina. Karen was standing next to Trace as he guided the catamaran to an open slip a few spaces down from the cruiser. “What’s the plan for the day?” Wayne asked. “We’ll stay here for the day, then leave later this evening for Andros.” Brittany replied. I’d like to make the island before nightfall.” “Great!” Wayne responded. “That’ll give us time to check out the town, maybe hit the beaches and some of the bars.” “I don’t care what you guys do.” Brittany responded. “Just make sure you and Trace don’t get drunk. You need to be sober in order to drive the boats.” Brittany watched as the McCullough brothers, Karen and Jake Marsh scurried up the dock, heading for the main tourist area. “What about you Richard?” Brittany asked. “Thought you wanted to check out the beaches.” “Nah, maybe some other time.” He replied. “Think I’ll just catch up on some reading.” “I’m gonna grab a shower, then maybe try and get some sleep.” Brittany stated. “Call me if you need someone to wash your back!” Richard kidded. “I may just do that.” Brittany replied. “That is, unless you’d care to join me.” Richard looked at Brittany to see if she was kidding him. It wasn’t a joke; she was serious about the invitation. “You’d feel awfully funny if I took you up on that offer.” Richard said. Brittany pulled the tank top off over her head as she walked down the hallway towards one of the bathrooms. Turning around, she slipped her shorts off, stepping out of them. Standing in her white panties and bra, she smiled invitingly at Richard. Richard approached Brittany cautiously, testing her to see if she was teasing him. Unhooking her bra, she let it slip down her arms, joining the rest of her clothing piled at her feet. Richard hurriedly slipped off his clothes, staring at Brittany as she stepped out of her panties. He gazed at her neatly trimmed, sandy blonde pubic hair. Stepping into the shower, Richard turned on the shower, adjusting the water temperature. Richard and Brittany took their time showering. At first, Richard seemed quite hesitant to touch her. Soaping Richard’s chest and back eased his apprehensions. Richard gently washed Brittany’s breasts before washing her tummy and finally, her back. “It’s been a long time since I’ve showered with anyone.” He remarked. “How long has it been?” Brittany asked in a soft voice. “It’s been so long, I can’t remember.” Richard answered. After drying themselves off, they picked up their clothes lying in the narrow hallway. “Ready to get a little sleep?” Brittany quipped, giving Richard a smile. “Yeah, but I……” Richard mumbled. “I doubt I’ll do you much good.” “Let’s not worry about that.” Brittany murmured. Stretching out on the bed in the master stateroom, Richard gently drew Brittany into his arms. Their kisses were soft and tender, gradually becoming passionate. Brittany’s hands brushed lightly over Richard’s tense body, easing his nervousness. Richard’s hand tenderly fondled Brittany’s firm breasts. His fingers brushed lightly over the nipples, teasing them till they stood hard. Kissing her breasts, his lips brushed lightly over the hardened nipples. Richard’s lips held her nipples, teasing them with his tongue. With her hand at the back of his head, she ran her fingers through the thick gray hair, noticing its softness. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 07 Richard’s lips brushed lightly over Brittany’s tummy, stopping briefly to flick his tongue into her bellybutton. Brittany’s desires were slowly rising as her lover made his way down till his lips were kissing her pubic mound. Spreading her legs slightly, Richard positioned himself between them. His soft kisses on her pussy created the beginnings of an orgasm deep within her. Feeling his warm tongue massaging the folds of her pussy, Brittany allowed the ultimate pleasure to continue building. Brittany’s hands intertwined with Richard’s as he continued his oral stimulations. Sliding his tongue inside her pussy, he swirled it against the walls, causing tingling sensations to ignite. Brittany ground her pussy against Richard’s face, pulling herself to him. Her orgasm heightened rapidly, consuming her body like a wildfire. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Goooooodddddddddddddddd Arghhhhhhhh” She moaned aloud as the orgasm shook her body. Richard’s tongue darted in and out of Brittany’s pussy, intensifying the pleasure. Her fingers, still interwoven with Richards, gripped his hands till they hurt. After her orgasm diminished, Richard kissed upwards over her tummy, kissing each breast before placing a gently kiss on Brittany’s moist lips. Reaching down between Richard’s legs, she found his cock not completely hard. Gently pushing him onto his back, Brittany kissed Richard’s chest before trailing down over his tummy. Holding his cock, Brittany sucked gently on it, running her tongue up and down the shaft till it hardened. Lubricating the head of his cock with her saliva, she positioned herself on top of Richard. Holding his cock in her hand, she slowly impaled herself. Brittany’s cum lubricated his hard cock, allowing it to easily slip deep inside her. Bucking her pelvis into Richard, she felt his hard cock growing longer and thicker. His strong hands lifted her up and down as she fucked the rigid shaft. Placing her hands well above his head, she leaned down so Richard could suck on her sensitive nipples. Richard’s pelvis was thrusting upwards into Brittany, driving his cock deeper and harder. Reaching his climax, his cum spewed from his cock, fueling Brittany’s orgasm. Thrusting upwards, he lifted Brittany completely off the bed, holding her suspended as the orgasm convulsed her body. Slowly letting her back down, Brittany collapsed on top of him. Her heart was beating hard enough that Richard could feel it pounding against his chest. Holding her in his arms, he kissed her tenderly on the cheek. Within minutes, they both drifted off to sleep, locked in their sexual embrace. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 08 Brittany woke from her nap shortly after noon. Lying on her back, she realized she was alone in her stateroom. Her legs and pussy were covered with dried cum from the earlier tryst with Richard. Slowly rising to a sitting position, she noticed the cum stains on the bedding. Waiting a few moments while her head cleared, she pulled the stained bedding into a pile stuffing them into a hamper. Peering out into the salon, she discovered it was empty, no sign of anyone, not even Richard. Brittany scurried to the bathroom and jumped in the shower to wash herself off. While she was toweling herself off, Richard entered the bathroom carrying a tall glass of iced tea. “Thought you might like a cool drink.” He said, handing her the glass. “I sure could.” She replied, before taking a long sip of the cold refreshment. “Thanks.” “I take it everyone’s still in town?” She added. “I guess.” Richard replied. “Hard telling what they’re up to.” Brittany decided to slip into her bikini and get some sun while she and Richard waited for the rest of the team to return. Lounging on the bridge of the luxurious cruiser, she and Rich discussed plans for the assault operation to recover the two kidnapped coeds. “We’ll have Trace put us ashore a couple of miles north of Yaguajay.” Brittany stated. “We’ll have to hit the inner coast right at dawn so we can see where we’re going.” “How long do you think it’ll take us to hike into the area?” Brittany asked. “Better allow for at least an hour just to be safe.” Richard replied. “Hard telling what the terrain’s going to be like. I’m betting it’s rocky right along the coastline then heavy ground cover after that.” “I’d like to have everyone in position before anyone wakes up at the hacienda.” Brittany commented. “That way we’re less likely to make a sound that might alert anyone.” Brittany went down to the stateroom to get the aerial photographs of the Ramos hacienda. Returning to the upper deck, she set them out on the table. “You and I will get as close to the house as possible and still have plenty of ground cover to conceal our location.” Brittany stated, pointing to one of the photographs. “I’ll have Karen at a location above us with the sniper rifle. She’ll make the first shot but only on my command.” “How you going to communicate with her?” Richard inquired. “A hand signal?” “No. I’ve got a headset radio for everyone.” Brittany replied. “All you have to do is key the mike to talk. All the radios are on the same frequency so everyone will hear the conversations, even Trace back at the boat.” “What about Jake?” Richard asked. “Where’s he gonna be?” “Jake will have to circle around the hacienda to this lower plateau.” Brittany answered, pointing to a small area just below the hacienda. “He’ll have two Laws rockets along with his assault rifle, shotgun and pistol.” She added. “Laws rockets!” Richard exclaimed. “You got Laws rockets!” “Yep. Eight of them with modified sights for distance shots.” Brittany replied. “I just need to caution him not to use them unless he absolutely has to.” “What’s he going to knock out with the rockets?” Richard asked. “This Quonset building.” Brittany answered, pointing to a large building on one of the photographs. “Notice how it sets aways off from the village? It’s got to be for some kind of commercial use, maybe a storage warehouse for drugs.” “With the other rocket, Jake will need to take out the dock area if there are other boats present.” Brittany added. “If the docks are clear, he won’t have to waste one.” “Sounds like quite a plan.” Richard said. “How many people do you figure will be at the hacienda?” “I hope just four.” Britt responded. “Miguel, his wife Jessica and the two girls. But I’m betting there may be a servant or two. We’ll wait till they’re all outside. I don’t want to have to invade the house. That could prove disastrous for the girls. “What about bodyguards?” Richard mentioned. “There could be one or two of them.” “Well, if there are, we’ll have to take them out.” Brittany said. “I just don’t want to shoot anyone who’s not armed or posing a threat.” “How’re we gonna get out?” Richard inquired. “Hike back to the boat? That may be difficult with the two girls.” “I’ll call Trace to come and get us as soon as we get the docks clear.” Brittany answered. “I don’t want him coming in too soon and taking a chance on getting the boat shot all to hell.” “We’ll put the two girls below deck along with Karen and Jake.” Brittany added. “That’ll leave you and me to cover our escape.” “You gotta plan B in case things go wrong?” Richard asked. “Withdraw the same way we came in.” Brittany answered. “Pray and keep firing till the ammos gone.” Rich stated. “That too!” Brittany exclaimed. “What do we do next?” Richard asked. “How about we put clean sheets on my bed?” Brittany quipped, grinning. “Huh!” Oh yeah!” Richard responded. “They were a little stained, weren’t they?” “I’d say more than just a little.” Brittany commented. After replacing the bedding with fresh sheets, Richard and Brittany returned to the upper deck. It was almost 4:00pm and the rest of the team hadn’t returned from their outing. “They should have been back by now.” Richard stated. “Yeah. I know.” Brittany responded. “I can just about imagine what kind of shape they’ll be in.” Two hours later, the four team members still hadn’t returned to the boat. Brittany’s patience was running out, pacing back and forth on the bridge and smoking one cigarette after another. “Still planning on leaving as soon as they get back?” Richard inquired, watching Brittany become more and more aggravated. “No! It’s too damn late now!” She exclaimed. “I don’t want to try and hit the shoreline at Andros after dark. It‘s too chancy.” Richard and Brittany were watching the sun sitting on the horizon when they heard a commotion on the docks. Richard jumped up and looked over the starboard side of the boat. “Kids are home!” He exclaimed, jokingly. “And Boy, they look like hell!” Brittany quickly climbed down the ladder to the rear deck of the boat. Wayne and Trace were both intoxicated to the point where it was difficult to tell which one was helping the other walk. Jake was holding up Karen, trying to get her to move one foot in front of the other. He appeared to be the only one fairly sober. With Trace and Wayne safely tucked away in their stateroom, Richard and Brittany concentrated on taking care of Karen. She’d consumed enough alcohol to knock herself out. Richard and Jake carried her into the master stateroom. Brittany managed to get her shorts and t-shirt off before covering her with a blanket. “That must have been some party!” Brittany said to Jake. “They were trying to out drink each other and I guess we lost track of time.” Jake responded, offering an excuse. “We’ll stay here for the night and leave in the morning.” Brittany stated. “Why don’t you get some sleep?” Waking around 4:00am the following morning, Brittany eased off the sleeper sofa trying not to wake up Richard, who was sleeping next to her. Finding her cigarettes in the dark, she lit one up before stepping out onto the rear deck. The cool breeze blowing in off the sea and flashes of lightning in the northwest were definite signs of a passing storm. The light over the counter in the galley came on suddenly, illuminating Richard as he made a pot of fresh coffee. Waiting for it to brew, he stepped out on the deck to join Brittany. “I didn’t wake you, did I?” Brittany asked. “Nah, I woke up when I sensed you weren’t lying next to me.” Richard answered. “I missed the smell of your hair, the scent of your skin and the warmth of your body.” “Well, aren’t you quite the romantic?” Brittany quipped as a smile appeared on her face. “Like I said. I might be old but I’m not dead.” Richard replied with a smile matching Brittany’s. Brittany and Richard sat at the table on the rear deck sipping the fresh brewed coffee. “I was surprised you didn’t jump all over everyone last night when they showed up drunk.” Richard stated. “Maybe it wasn’t so much a drinking contest as it was a quick way to get their minds of the danger they were facing.” Brittany responded. “Maybe we all should have gotten drunk.” At 7:00am, Brittany entered the McCullough brother’s stateroom. Both men were still asleep, dressed in the clothing they’d worn the previous day. Brittany shook Wayne to get him to wake up. “Get your ass out of bed and in the shower!” Brittany shouted. “I want you up at the helm in one hour!” Wayne tried pushing Brittany’s hand away so he could go back to sleep but she wasn’t going to let him. Grabbing his ear, she pulled him up to a sitting position. His screams of pain filled the stateroom, waking up Trace. “You too asshole!” Brittany shouted. “One hour or I’m throwing your ass overboard!” After grabbing a quick shower and fixing her hair, Brittany slipped into a bright yellow bikini. Entering the salon, she passed by Wayne and Trace sitting at the bar, drinking coffee. “Let’s get over to the fuel station so we can top off the tanks.” Brittany commanded. “I’ll drive the powerboat.” “Hey! Really like that bikini!” Wayne exclaimed. “Thanks! You’d really like what’s in it!” Brittany smarted off as she kept on walking. While she and Richard checked the engines on the powerboat before starting them, Wayne eased the luxury cruiser away from its mooring slip. Trace was standing on the back of the boat, intently watching Richard and Brittany. “Don’t think Trace especially likes me being on the boat with you.” Richard commented. “I don’t really care what he thinks.” Brittany quickly responded. “He’s probably too hung over to think straight anyway.” After topping off the fuel tanks on both boats, the team was ready to set course for Andros Island. Richard purchased some ice, soft drinks and snacks for the trip. Brittany stood on the dock with Trace, helping cast off the lines to the cruiser. “120 degrees southeast.” Brittany shouted up to Wayne, standing at the helm. “I know how to get there.” Wayne retorted, grinning. “Just what do I get when we get to the island?” “Dinner, if you’re lucky!” Brittany quipped, striking a sexy pose. “It’s too warm for hell to freeze over!” Brittany fired up the Eliminator’s twin five-hundred horsepower engines, letting them settle into a low rumbling idle. Easing the powerboat away from the dock, she led the cruiser out of the marina. Once out of the harbor, she eased the throttle levers slightly forward. The bow of the catamaran lifted a few degrees before planing out. The roar of the powerful engines grew louder the more Britt eased the throttles forward. Watching the speedometer approaching seventy-five miles per hour with more throttle left only encouraged her to push the boat to its limits. Richard was sitting in the passenger seat, his hands firmly gripping the safety bar on the dash. Firmly planting her butt in the driver’s seat, Brittany shoved both throttle levers all the way forward. As the boat skimmed across the surface of the water, she gripped the wheel tight with both hands. The thundering roar of the engines was deafening as the speedometer hit one-hundred miles per hour. Glancing in the dash’s rearview mirror, Brittany was unable to see the top of the rooster tails as the stainless steel props churned the water. Brittany gradually eased the throttle levers back till the boat was cruising along at forty miles per hour. It felt like the boat was drifting along compared to its previous speed. “WOOO! That was incredible!” Richard exclaimed. “Like riding a rocket!” “I asked Wayne to reverse the props to inboard rotation so we’d have more top end speed.” Brittany stated. “With the team and equipment onboard, we’ll need all the speed we can get.” A few minutes after 11:00am, Brittany eased the Eliminator powerboat into a quiet and deserted cove along the southern shoreline of the Andros Island. Shutting down the engines, the rumbling sounds were instantly replaced by the sound of warm breezes blowing through the trees and the occasional cawing of tropical birds. “How about some lunch?” Richard suggested. “Sounds good to me.” Brittany responded. “It’ll be awhile before the others get here.” “A short while or a long while?” Richard quipped. “Time enough to eat.” Brittany replied, grinning. “And time enough to do whatever else we want to indulge in.” Richard prepared the sandwiches and the snacks while Brittany poured the soft drinks. Sitting on the bench seat at the rear of the boat, the couple enjoyed the peace and quiet as well as each other’s company. After finishing their lunch, Brittany and Richard dove into the water to cool off. Splashing about in the water, Brittany and Richard forgot about the dangers they’d soon be facing. Brittany warmly welcomed Richards’s amorous gestures as they clung to each other in the cool waters. Their kisses were warm and tender, slowly becoming more passionate. Climbing back aboard the powerboat, Brittany stretched out on her tummy on the front deck. Richard stretched out beside Brittany, his hand gently massaging her back. Untying the top of her bikini, he leaned down, placing soft kisses along the back of her neck. “Want me to stop?” He whispered, brushing the straps at the top of her bikini aside. “Never.” Brittany mumbled. Richard continued placing warm kisses over Brittany shoulders, slowly working his way down her back. Brittany raised up slightly, allowing Richard’s hand to reach beneath her to cup and massage her breasts. His fingers tweaked her nipples, teasing them till they hardened. A low moan, barely audible, escaped Brittany’s clenched lips. Richard’s nimble fingers untied the knots securing the bottom of Brittany’s bikini. Slipping his hand beneath the material, his fingers eased their way over her firm butt towards the moist lips of her pussy. Spreading her legs apart, his kisses trailed over her firm butt down to Brittany’s pussy. Unwilling to control her desires, Brittany’s ass lifted from the beach towel. Richard positioned himself behind her, lightly running his tongue up and down the hot slit of her wanton pussy. Brittany was unconsciously licking her lips as Richard worked her pussy, bringing her close to orgasm. His tongue slid between the folds of her pussy, licking the entrance to her pussy. Brittany’s ass slowly ground against his face, savoring the stimulating pleasures. Stroking her pussy with his fingers, Richard worked Brittany’s clit till she came. Her ass was humping wildly against his hand, not wanting him to stop stroking her. Resting on her knees and elbows, Brittany’s breathing was coming in quick gasps. Richard quickly slipped out of his swim trunks and knelt behind Brittany. Gripping her hips firmly in his strong hands, he gently worked his hard cock inside her pussy. Lubricated by her cum, his cock easily penetrated Brittany, bringing a loud moan of pleasure of her lips. Feeling his cock firmly in the grasp of Brittany’s pussy, he felt the pleasure beginning to build in his own body. Slowly fucking her, he felt his balls heating up the thick cum inside him. Gradually increasing his tempo, Richard fucked her harder and faster. His hands kept their tight grip on Brittany’s hips as he fucked her. Brittany’s orgasm was coming quick and strong. The harder Richard fucked her, the faster the orgasm developed. Exploding insider her, its intensity crested, taking her to new heights in sexual pleasure. Brittany screamed out Richard’s name as she felt her body captured by the powerful orgasm. Richard kept pumping his hard cock into Brittany, forcing his pelvis hard against her ass. Cumming inside Brittany, his cock spewed its hot, thick fluid. A loud groan emanated from his throat when he forced his cock deep into Brittany as the last of his cum shot into her pussy. Easing back, Richard’s cock slipped from her pussy. The last few drops of cum trickled from Brittany’s pussy onto the beach towel. The couple stayed motionless for several moments trying to catch their breath. Richard and Brittany stretched out next to each other on the cum-soaked beach towel. Later that afternoon, Brittany and Richard spotted the cruiser approaching from the northwest. Coming to an idle a short distance from the shoreline, the cruiser drifted alongside the powerboat. Richard and Brittany secured the boat to the shore. “Where’s Trace and Karen?” Brittany asked, noticing they weren’t on the bridge with Wayne and Jake. “There down in the stateroom, taking a nap.” Wayne responded, grinning. “At least, I think that’s what they’re doing.” Brittany entered the stateroom, finding the two asleep in each other’s arms. Both were completely naked. Karen’s legs and pussy were covered in dried cum. Brittany shook them both till they woke up. “Hurry up and get showered.” Brittany commanded. “We need to go over the plans for the rescue mission.” Once the team members were gathered in the salon, Brittany reviewed her plans for rescuing the two college coeds from the Ramos hacienda. Spreading the photographs out on the table, she made sure everyone knew their job and where they’d be positioned during the mission. “Under no circumstances should anyone take any unnecessary chances that might endanger the lives of the team or the lives of these two girls.” Brittany emphatically stated. “And, don’t shoot anyone who’s not armed or posing a threat.” “Don’t kill just for the sake of killing!” She exclaimed, looking intently at Karen. “What if we get intercepted by a patrol boat?” Jake inquired. “Do we fire or not?” “NO! Don’t fire even if they fire on us.” Brittany quickly responded. “I don’t want to start some kind of international incident.” “You’re gonna just let them shoot us out of the water?” Jake retorted. “No. Just don’t shoot back unless you absolutely have to.” Brittany replied. “I’d rather try and outrun them. They’re patrol boats are slow and heavy. I’d rather try and outrun their guns.” Jake wasn’t happy with Brittany’s decision but he wasn’t about to go against direct orders. During his last stint in Vietnam, he’d disobeyed orders and it resulted in several injuries. He didn’t want that to happen again, almost thirty years later. “Let’s get the boats into position.” Brittany ordered. “I want to hit the inner coast around 5:00, as close to sunrise as possible.” With Wayne at the helm of the cruiser and Trace driving the powerboat, they moved the boats to within fifty miles of the Cuban coastline. Securing the Eliminator to the cruiser, Trace made one last check of the boat. “Everything ok?” Brittany asked, when Trace boarded the cruiser. “With the boat, yeah.” He grumbled, stepping into the salon. Jake and Richard were in the stateroom, trying to get some sleep before the early morning assault. Karen was stretched out across the bed in the master stateroom, catching a nap. “You want something to drink?” Wayne asked from the galley. “Got some coffee left.” “Yeah, coffee’s fine.” Brittany replied. “It won’t keep me awake but I doubt if I’ll sleep anyway.” Brittany sat on the couch in the salon. Trace came over and sat down next to her, putting his arm around her. Brittany started to make a remark but decided to remain silent. “No sense on taking a chance on starting an argument.” She thought. Waking up around 2:00am, Brittany cleared her eyes before getting up from the couch. Trace still had his arm around her, holding her close. She shook him gently to wake him. “Better get everyone up.” She muttered. “We’ll need to leave in an hour or so.” Brittany woke up Karen before grabbing a quick shower. Trace woke up Jake and Richard, informing them of the time. Wayne was bustling around in the galley, trying to hide his nervousness. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 08 Dressed in dark green camouflage and hiking boots, Brittany set about getting three of the PWA M4-A3 assault rifles loaded and ready. She made sure all the clips were loaded. Taking out four of the Glock 37-45 handguns, she checked them out, making sure they would all fire if needed. Next, Brittany laid out three of the Winchester 1100 modified shotguns, strapping one to her leg. Trace was standing in front of her as she loaded up all her gear. The look on his face was a combination of worry and great concern. “What’s the matter?” Brittany asked, handing him a bulletproof vest. “Nothing.” Trace muttered. “Do I need to wear one of these?” “Yep.” Brittany replied. “There’s no sense in anyone taking chances.” “This whole thing is one big chance.” Trace retorted. “You’re gonna get yourself killed.” “Don’t worry about me.” Brittany responded. “Just worry about yourself.” Karen was reluctant to wear the bulletproof vest but Brittany’s persistence paid off. She wasn’t about to let any of the team’s members go without wearing the added protection. “It’ll protect your chest and back.” Brittany stated. “The two-hundred thousand won’t do you much good if you’re dead.” Jake strapped two of the Laws rockets to his backpack. Along with his assault rifle, Glock handgun and Winchester 1100, he looked like one helluva fighting machine. Everyone boarded the Eliminator powerboat except for Wayne. His job was to stay with the cruiser and have it ready to leave for Nassau as soon as the team returned. If it returned! Trace fired up the engines on the assault craft and headed towards the Cuban coastline. Brittany sat across from Trace as he steered the boat through the darkness of the night. Jake, Richard and Karen sat below deck. The outer coastline of Cuba loomed ahead of them just as the sun came up behind them. Brittany scanned the horizon, searching for Cuban patrol boats. “See anything?” Trace inquired. “Nope, not a thing.” Brittany replied. “Let’s hope it stays that way.” Trace slowed the boat to less than twenty miles per hour, entering a narrow waterway to the inner coastline. The engines loud rumbling resounded off the high rock walls. Brittany’s heart was pounding so hard it hurt her chest. The inner coastal waters were calm but murky. Trace eased the throttles forward heading for a cove that would hide the boat from view. Pulling up to the shoreline, Brittany tied the boat off to a nearby tree. “I’ll call you as soon as I need you to come and pick us up.” Brittany reminded Trace. “Don’t come before then.” “What if you don’t call?” Trace asked. “Then don’t come.” Brittany replied. Trace grabbed Brittany hard, pulling her to him. He kissed her hard on the lips forcing hers to respond. Brittany closed her eyes, letting the sensation warm her trembling body. “Well! What was that all about?” Brittany asked, catching her breath. “You figure it out.” Trace responded. The team stepped ashore, setting out on their two-mile hike up to the Ramos hacienda. The rocky shoreline gave way to thick jungle with tall grass and heavy tree coverage. After an hour of hiking, the team approached the hacienda. Brittany motioned Karen to take a position above the house so she could have a clear, unobstructed view of the house. Jake scouted a path to the plateau just below the hacienda. He needed to have a clear shot at the dock area and the Quonset hut building in the little town along the shoreline. Richard and Brittany hiked in to within thirty yards of the hacienda. The thick ground cover afforded them perfect cover and an ideal view of the house. Brittany checked in with everyone utilizing the headset radios. Everyone was in position. It was time to wait for the perfect situation to arise to make the rescue. Looking through her binoculars, the house appeared quiet with no movement inside. They waited for nearly two hours before anyone came out of the house. A man, obviously of Cuban descent, exited the house and walked towards a small storage building. Within a few minutes, the sounds of an electric generator filled the small shed. A few lights came on in the house. The man exited the building, closing the doors behind him. Brittany noticed a small handgun tucked in the waistband at the back of his slacks. Instead of entering the house, the man walked to the edge of the yard, just above Jake’s position. “Jake, keep low.” Brittany spoke over the headset radio. “There’s a guy right above your position.” A few minutes later, a large man came out of the house. From his picture, she identified him as Miguel Ramos. His potbelly hung over the belt holding up his wrinkled slacks. He was unshaven and his hair was a mess. His brightly colored floral shirt was unbuttoned. “There’s Ramos.” Brittany said to Richard, her voice excited. “So far, one bodyguard and ole fat-ass Ramos.” “I’m all set.” Karen’s voice came over the radio. “I’ve got the flash suppressor and silencer mounted. Let‘s get this show on the road.” “Hold your fire till we see who else is in the house.” Brittany commanded. Another man stepped out onto the terrace, carrying an AK47. Two girls came out directly behind him. They were scantily dressed in t-shirts and panties. Their minimal clothing was filthy dirty. Both girls were covered with bruises and scratches. They’d obviously been through hell since their kidnapping! “There they are!” Brittany exclaimed over the radio. Jessica Ramos strolled out of the house. She was carrying a heavy leather strap wrapped around her right hand. “Hey, check out the rocks on the bitch’s left hand.” Karen said, looking through the scope on her sniper rifle. Brittany looked through her binoculars at the woman. She was almost six foot tall with long, coal black hair. She was wearing enough make-up for three women. Jessica Ramos was wearing a loose fitting blouse and a long skirt, slit from the hem almost to her waist. Her long legs evidenced her former profession as a Las Vegas showgirl. Brittany noticed her left hand had diamond rings on every finger. “Jake, what’s it look like down below?” Brittany asked over the radio. “There’s a sailboat tied up to one of the docks along with a few rowboats.” Jake replied. “The doors to the building just opened up. I can see a large truck sitting just inside, loaded with steel drums. There‘s a couple of guys walking towards the village.” “Ok.” Brittany acknowledged. “Let go for it.” “Karen, as soon as you can get off a clear shot, take out the woman.” Brittany stated. “Richard and I’ll take out the two bodyguards and then Ramos. He’s not armed.” Brittany took careful aim at the bodyguard standing next to Ramos, waiting for Karen to make the first shot. Jessica Ramos pushed one of the young college coeds to the hard surface of the patio. Swinging the leather strap back over her head, she brought it down hard on the girl. The strap cracked as it struck the girl on the legs. She screamed out in pain. The other young girl rushed to her aid, crouching over her. Jessica brought the leather strap back over her head again. Karen Denton squeezed the trigger on her .308 rifle. The bullet struck Jessica Ramos in the face, blowing the back half of her head off. Her body fell backwards so hard it bounced when it hit the ground. The two bodyguards froze for a brief moment before realizing what was happening. Brittany’s bullets struck the bodyguard with the AK47 before he had a chance to get his finger on the trigger. He spun around from being hit numerous times. Brittany continued firing till the man fell to the ground. Richard dropped the other bodyguard before he had a chance to pull his weapon. He squeezed off two quick shots, sending the man over the ledge to the plateau below the hacienda. Miguel Ramos made a dash for the house. Brittany emptied her assault rifle on him. His huge body jerked as the bullets penetrated his body. Karen fired one time, striking Ramos in the head. With his face gone, blood pooled beneath what was left of his head. “Get the girls!” Brittany exclaimed, changing out her rifle magazine. “Trace! Trace!” She commanded. “Come and get us out of here!” “Jake, take out the building.” Brittany continued giving orders. Jake Marsh took careful aim at the Quonset hut building that sat off from the village. Squeezing the trigger mechanism on the rocket launcher, he sent its projectile directly into the back of the truck sitting inside the building. The explosion sent debris high into the air. A large ball of fire drifted into the falling debris as it came crashing down on the village. Richard and Brittany rushed through the thick cover towards the Ramos hacienda. The two college girls were lying crouched on the ground, trembling and scared. Richard pulled one of the girls to her feet before dragging her towards the path to the docks below the house. Brittany slung her rifle over her shoulder. The second girl lay motionless on the ground, too frightened get up. Brittany tugged on her arms, managing to get her to her knees. A frail, elderly Cuban woman, probably a servant, ran out of the house towards the two women. She was carrying a large butcher knife and screaming in Spanish. Brittany let go of the girl and quickly grabbed the shotgun from her leg holster. The woman was less than ten foot from Brittany when she pulled the trigger. The blast hit the woman in the chest, knocking her off her feet and sending her body several yards backwards. Brittany was stunned. The woman’s chest cavity was gone, laying several yards from her body. The butcher knife was still gripped in her hand. “Let’s go everyone!” Brittany yelled into her radio. “Head for the docks! Let‘s go! Let‘s go!” “We’ve got a car approaching.” Jake shouted back over the radio. Brittany looked over her shoulder, seeing a pink and white Nash Rambler speeding up the dirt road from the village. There were three men in the car. “Take it out!” Brittany exclaimed. Jake fired his second Laws rocket, hitting the vehicle in the right side door. The car exploded, sending the severed top high into the air. Brittany grabbed the girl by the arm, pulling her down the path towards the docks. Trace sped the Eliminator powerboat up to the docks. He pulled the throttles back to an idle before jumping onto the dock. Richard pulled the one girl onto the boat, then pushed her below deck. He reached out and physically picked the other one up, shoving her below with her friend. Jake came running down the dock, carrying his assault rifle. Brittany looked up towards the hill for Karen but didn’t see her. “Where’s Karen?” She exclaimed. “She should have been here by now!” Jake jumped onto the boat. He was gasping for breath. Brittany was worried, not being able to find Karen. Shots rang out from the village, one of them striking Trace just above the knee. He dropped to the floor of the dock in extreme pain. Richard and Jacob opened fire on two men standing along the shoreline, just below the village. Both men went down in a hail of gunfire. Brittany heard footsteps running down the dock. She looked up to see Karen, carrying her sniper rifle slung over her shoulder. “Help me get Trace on the boat!” Brittany screamed. “He’s been shot!” Richard and Jake dragged Trace onto the boat. His pants leg was covered with blood. Brittany pulled the throttle levers back, backing away from the dock. Spinning the wheel hard right, she forced the throttle levers forward. The bow of the boat lifted dramatically as it climbed on top of the water’s surface. Debris from the exploded building drifted close to the boat. Dodging the rubble, Brittany steered the Eliminator towards the outer coastline. Trace was stretched out on the floor of the boat, groaning in pain. Jake took the sling from his assault rifle, wrapping it tightly around Trace’s leg. Richard retrieved the first aid kit from beneath the passenger seat. While the two men focused their attentions on attending to Trace‘s wound, Brittany throttled the boat through the narrow passage. The roar of the engines resounding off the high rock walls was deafening. Brittany entered the open sea. Forcing the throttle levers all the way forward, the boat’s speedometer steadily climbed to seventy miles per hour. Glancing both ways, she was relieved to see clear water without the presence of Cuban patrol boats. “How bad is he?” Brittany shouted over her shoulder. “He’ll be alright.” Jake shouted. “He’s got a piece of flesh missing but I can sew the wound closed.” Richard checked on Karen and the two girls below deck. The girls were cowering in each other’s arms. Karen had covered them with a beach towel, trying to comfort them. Everyone’s adrenalin was still pumping as the outer coastline of Cuba gradually faded behind them. Less than an hour later, Brittany spotted the Navigator cruiser waiting on them. Shouting over her radio, she ordered Wayne to fire up the diesel engines and get ready to head towards Nassau. Wayne was standing at the rear of the cruiser as Brittany idled the Eliminator up to the starboard side of the boat. He tossed a rope to Richard so he could tie the boat off. “Get everyone onboard!” Brittany commanded. “Get Trace to his stateroom.” “What happened?” Wayne shouted. “Trace took a bullet in the leg.” Jake replied. “I need to get the wound cleaned and sewn up.” Moving Trace from one boat to the other was no easy chore. The pain in his leg was excruciating and moving him only aggravated it. Wayne helped Richard and Jake carry him to the stateroom, laying him across the bed. Karen assisted the two girls with getting onboard the cruiser. Both were weak from malnutrition and abuse. Brittany tied the powerboat to the stern of the luxury cruiser. Rushing to Trace’s stateroom, she made a quick check to see how he was doing. The bullet had taken a small chunk of flesh from his leg, a few inches above his knee. Jake gave him a shot of morphine to ease the pain. Trace’s body immediately reacted to the medication. His eyes gradually closed as the painkiller took affect. “Let’s get going to Nassau.” Brittany said, directing her command towards Wayne. “Jake and Richard will take good care of your brother.” “Get me the alcohol from the medical kit.” Jake ordered. “And, get me the needle and suture material.” While Richard assisted his friend Jake, Brittany went to help Karen with the girls. “Let’s get their clothes off and get them in the shower.” Brittany ordered. “I’ll give you a hand.” The girls were apathetic, allowing Brittany and Karen to get them undressed and into the showers. “Where are we?” One of the girls mumbled. “Where you are, is safe.” Brittany replied, smiling. “Where you’re going, is home.” Brittany and Karen toweled the girls off, then helped them get dressed. Karen and Brittany’s clothes loosely fit them but it was better than nothing. Karen combed the girl’s hair so they would look and feel more presentable. Karen had thrown her camouflage shirt on the floor of the stateroom. Brittany picked it up, noticing heavy blood stains on the shirt pocket. Not wanting to say anything in front of the girls, she took it outside, tossing it on the rear deck of the boat. Karen left the girls in the stateroom. Brittany motioned for her to come out on the rear deck. Picking up the shirt, she reached into the pocket, retrieving four blood stained diamond rings. “Mind telling me what the hell you were thinking?” Brittany angrily asked. “I wasn’t going to leave them behind and have someone else steal them.” Karen retorted. “I had to cut the bitch’s fingers off to get them. Lucky for me, that old woman had a knife in her hand.” “It’s bad enough we had to kill people.” Brittany responded. “I won’t stand for stealing.” Brittany tossed the diamond rings over the side of the boat, infuriating Karen. “I ever catch you doing it again, I won’t hesitate to put a bullet in that thick skull of yours!” Brittany exclaimed. Richard fixed a big meal for the two college girls, knowing they had to be starved. The hot food brought a smile to both girls’ faces. Brittany, Karen and Richard sat at the table with the girls to keep them company. “Trace wants to see you.” Jake stated, coming out of the stateroom. “I gave him a sedative to help him sleep. He‘ll be alright till we get him to Nassau.” Karen rose from her chair, then proceeded towards the bedroom. “It’s Brittany, he wants to see.” Jake said. “He asked for Britt.” Brittany entered the stateroom, closing the door behind her. Trace was lying on the bed wearing just his briefs. His eyes were almost closed but opened wide when he saw Brittany approaching the side of the bed. Brittany glanced at his leg wound, noticing the neatly stitched sutures. Sitting on the bed, Trace took her hand in his, gripping it tightly. “How ya feeling?” Brittany asked in a soft voice. “Better, much better.” Trace muttered. “Ole Jake fixed really fixed me up. He sewed my leg up” “He’s a taxidermist, ya know!” Brittany quipped. “Huh!” Trace exclaimed. “Just kidding.” Brittany said, grinning. “I thought I was a goner.” Trace murmured. “I never saw so much blood or felt so much pain.” “You had us all scared back there.” Brittany stated. “You were lucky. Damn lucky!” Trace put his weakened arms around Brittany, pulling her down to him. She rested on his muscular chest, listening to the sounds of his shallow breathing. Brittany waited till Trace drifted off to sleep before slipping from his grasp. She covered him with a light blanket before exiting the stateroom. Brittany checked on the two girls sleeping in her stateroom before grabbing a quick shower and putting on shorts and a top. Ascending the interior stairway to the bridge, she looked over Wayne’s shoulder at the radar and sonar screens before sitting in the passenger seat next to him. “Figured you’d try and get some sleep.” Wayne said. “Thought I’d get some fresh air, maybe grab a smoke or two first.” Brittany replied. “It’s been a helluva day.” Wayne commented. “Karen told me about the shootout.“ “It was more of a slaughter than a shootout.” Brittany muttered. “You gonna be alright?” Wayne inquired. “Why don’t you try and catch some sleep?” Brittany tossed her cigarette over the side of the boat, deciding to take Wayne’s suggestion. After checking the rope towing the powerboat behind the cruiser, Brittany stretched out on the couch in the livingroom. Waking early the next morning, she wiped the sleep from her eyes. Drifting into the galley, she noticed a fresh pot of coffee sitting in the coffeemaker. After pouring herself a cup, she crept into the stateroom to check on the two college girls. Both were sleeping soundly. After checking on Trace and Karen, she ascended the stairway to the top deck. Richard was at the helm, guiding the boat towards Nassau. Wayne was lying down on the L-shaped lounge, sound asleep. The north shore of Andros Island lay far off the port side. “Want me to take over for awhile?” Brittany inquired. “Yeah, I need to go to the bathroom.” Richard replied. Brittany sat down in the comfortable seating at the helm. Checking the gauges and screens, she lit up a cigarette, taking a long hard drag. A few minutes later, Richard returned to the bridge. “How long before we hit Nassau?” He asked. “Probably around noon.” Brittany replied, checking her watch. “As soon as we get within radio range, I’ll call the marina at Nassau and have them get in touch with Evelyn at the Marriott.” “You gonna have the girls checked out at the hospital in Nassau?” Richard inquired. “No. Evelyn and I thought it best if get the girls back to the states as soon as possible.” Brittany answered. “She’ll fly them to Miami and get in contact with their families.” Bikini And A Badge Ch. 08 “Boy! Bet that’ll be one happy reunion!” Richard exclaimed. “Exactly. That’s why we want to get them back to the states as soon as possible.” Brittany responded. “We’ll have to have Trace taken care of in Nassau.” She added. “They’d ask way too many questions about his wound back in the states.” “What’s our plans after that?” Richard asked. “You guys’ll have a couple of days to see the sights and relax a little.” Brittany replied. “We’ll have to wait and see what information we get from Langley.” Brittany added. “Hopefully, he’ll have something ready for us by the middle of the week.” Before entering the marina at Nassau, Wayne took over the helm of the cruiser while Brittany and Richard drove the powerboat in ahead of them. Tying the boats up to the dock, everyone stepped off, thankful to be ashore. Evelyn was waiting for them, rushing up to Brittany as soon as she saw her. “Thank God you’re all alright!” Evelyn exclaimed, hugging her. “Well, not everyone.” Brittany muttered. “We need to get Trace to the hospital.” “What! What happened?” Evelyn asked, her smile quickly fading to a look of concern. “We let our guard down. Trace took a bullet in the leg.” Brittany replied, choking out the words. “I fucked up.” The two college girls approached Brittany and Evelyn. “Evelyn, this is Michelle and Heather.” Brittany said, introducing them. “Girls, this is Evelyn Brooks.” “Evelyn’s got a private jet waiting at the airport.” Brittany added. “She’s going to fly you guys to Miami to get checked out. Your families will be contacted so they’ll know you’re safe.” “I’ll return as soon as I get the girls situated with their families.” Evelyn commented. “Keep me informed about Trace. Let me know if there’s anything I can do.” Wayne and Jake helped Trace into a cab, for the ride to the hospital. Brittany wanted to call an ambulance but Trace adamantly refused. At the hospital, the emergency room doctors tended to his wound before admitting him for observation. Karen stayed at the hospital, promising to return later. The rest of the team stopped at a restaurant for lunch. Richard and Jake decided to do a little sightseeing, wanting to stay onshore more than anything. Wayne and Brittany caught a cab back to the marina. “I’m gonna take a long, hot shower, then sleep for a month!” Brittany quipped, stepping onboard the cruiser. After enjoying the refreshing shower, Brittany wrapped a towel tightly around her before exiting the bathroom. Wayne was sitting on a stool at the bar, sipping a cold beer. Brittany walked towards him, coyly smiling. Taking the beer from his hand, she took a drink. “There’s more in the refrigerator.” Wayne said, his eyes glancing up and down Brittany’s figure. “No thanks. One drink is all I wanted.” Brittany responded. “Thought about who you’re going to get to replace Trace?” He asked. “No. I haven’t.” Brittany replied, lighting up a cigarette. “How about me?” Wayne suggested. “I’ve got driving experience.” “I need you here on this boat.” Brittany replied. “I don’t want to leave the cruiser unattended especially with all the guns and ammunition onboard.” “Hmmm. What about getting Evelyn to stay with the boat while I go with you guys?” Wayne proposed. “No way!” Brittany exclaimed. “I need her right where she is. Safe!” “I’ll come up with someone or I’ll drive it myself.” She added. “Just keep me in mind. Ok?” Wayne asked, his hand toying with the edge of the towel snuggly wrapped around Brittany. Brittany looked down at his hand, slowly inching its way along the edge of the towel. “You got something else on your mind?” Brittany quipped. Not saying a word, Wayne pulled the towel from Brittany’s body, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes slowly passed over her body, taking in her beauty. Wayne grasped Brittany by the waist, pulling her to him. His lips kissed her hard and passionately, stirring both their sexual desires. Brittany’s lips responded to his, ardently returning his kiss. Brittany snuffed her cigarette out in the ashtray before turning to walk towards her stateroom. Wayne followed her to the bedroom, his cock already hard beneath the cotton material of his briefs. Brittany stretched out on the bed, striking a sexy pose. Wayne took only a few brief moments to get out of his clothes. Climbing onto the bed, he aggressively pulled Brittany to his athletic body, kissing her zealously. Brittany’s body reacted to his ardent lovemaking. Wayne’s lips kissed Brittany’s breasts, teasing her sensitive nipples with his tongue. Lightly clenching each hard nipple between his teeth, he gently tugged on them. Brittany emitted a soft gasp feeling the tingling sensations ripple through her breasts. Wayne’s eager lips trailed hot, moist kisses down over Brittany’s tummy. His fingers lightly brushed over her soft pubic hair before sliding between her legs. Brittany was bucking her pussy against his prying fingers. Wayne teased the lips of her pussy, feeling the moisture seep onto his fingers. Sliding two fingers inside Brittany’s wanton pussy, his thumb flicked hard against her sensitive clit. Blowing his warm breath on the little bud, Brittany felt her hot juices flowing in her pussy. Wayne flicked his tongue on her clit, working it between his lips. His fingers fucked in and out of Brittany’s lubricated pussy, bringing her to an instantaneous orgasm. Brittany arched up, her legs trembling as the orgasm consumed her body. Wayne’s fingers slowed their tempo allowing her to prolong the pleasure filled gratification. Positioning himself between her spread legs, Wayne guided his hard cock to Brittany’s eager pussy. Pushing the broad head of his rigid cock between the folds, he penetrated her effortlessly. He plunged his long shaft into her pussy, feeling his heated balls slap against Brittany’s taut ass. Fucking her with long, slow strokes, he savored the intense pleasure his body was experiencing. Brittany was matching him stroke for stroke, pulling herself to him with her hands gripping his firm butt. Wayne’s hard cock was giving her the sexual gratification she needed. Wayne grasped Brittany’s legs, forcing them farther apart. Plunging his cock into her harder and faster, he accelerated the burning orgasm building inside her. Brittany’s ass was squirming aggressively as Wayne fucked her hard, pounding his cock deep inside her. Brittany’s orgasm hastened to its peak, bursting inside her. Wayne fucked her sadistically, his passions taking control of his body. Hot, thick cum spewed from his cock as he kept stroking his cock inside Brittany’s pussy. His strength gradually waned as he lowering himself on top of Brittany. Both lay motionless, their breaths coming hard and fast. “That was fucking incredible!” Wayne muttered. Brittany held Wayne in her arms, lightly running her hands up and down his back. “Trace said you were the hottest piece of ass he’d ever had!” Wayne whispered in her ear. “He was right!” Although his comment angered Brittany, she restrained herself from making a remark that would spoil the moment. After a few moments, Wayne lifted himself off Brittany, giving her an affectionate kiss before climbing off the bed. Brittany watched him leave the stateroom, closing the door behind him. She lay there for only a few minutes before sleep took over her tired body. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 09 Jake lightly tapped at the door before entering Brittany’s stateroom. Pushing the door open slowly, he entered the bedroom, noticing she was covered. “Hey Sleepyhead.” He spoke softly. “We’re getting ready to go out for dinner. Thought you might like to join us.” Brittany scurried to the bathroom to get a quick shower before dressing. After fixing her hair and putting on her make-up, she sat patiently in the salon waiting for the guys. Brittany’s short, tan skirt and dressy blouse brought several compliments from the three men. Dining at the seafood restaurant, the foursome discussed the day’s activities. Richard and Jacob had toured Nassau and the Pompey Museum. Wayne had stopped by the hospital for a visit with his brother after leaving Brittany in her stateroom. After dinner the group decided to pay a visit to the Atlantis Casino to try their luck at the tables and slot machines. While Richard and Jake played the slots, Brittany tried her luck at Blackjack. Wayne was more interested in checking out the cocktail waitresses in one of the lounges. The guys weren’t having much luck at the slots so they decided to join Wayne in the lounge. Richard stopped by the table where Brittany was playing to let her know of their plans. After two hours and countless hands of Blackjack, Brittany’s hot streak of good luck was turning cold. Cashing in her chips, she set out in search of the guys. They were all pretty well inebriated by the time Brittany found them. Insisting she join them for a drink, she sat between Jake and Wayne. One drink followed another till Brittany was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol taking their toll on her. Wayne’s hand on her right leg was slowly inching its way upwards toward the hemline of her short skirt. Jake’s hand was brushing her left leg, slipping beneath the skirt’s material. Waiting till both their hands were almost touching, Brittany reached below the table, taking a firm grip on both hands. “If you two get any closer, you’ll be shaking hands.” She quipped. Wayne and Jake looked at each other in surprise, their faces slightly blushing. “We better get back to the boat while we can still walk.” Brittany suggested. “We can get a taxi to take us back to the marina.” It was after midnight when the team returned to the boat. Karen was sound asleep on the L-shape lounge on the rear deck. The group’s rowdiness woke her. “I was wondering where you guys were.” Karen said. “How’s Trace doing?” Brittany asked. “He’s up walking around some.” Karen replied. “His leg’s stiff as hell. They’re going to release him tomorrow morning.” The next morning, the team awoke to the sounds of pouring down rain. Ascending the stairs to the top deck, Wayne turned on the radar system. The screen showed the storm was quickly passing to the east. While the team ate breakfast, the storm let up. The pouring rain diminished to a light drizzle. Midmorning, Wayne and Karen left for the hospital to get Trace released. Richard and Jake were going shopping to restock the galley. Brittany changed into a bikini, deciding to lie out in the sun, which had broken through the light cloud cover. Reclining on the top deck of the cruiser, Brittany could see most of the activities going on in the marina. A short time later, her sunbathing endeavor was interrupted by a familiar voice. Slowly opening her eyes, Brittany looked up at Evelyn’s smiling face peering down at her. “Hey!” Brittany exclaimed. “Didn’t hear you come aboard.” “We snuck up on ya!” Evelyn quipped. “Caught ya napping!” “We?” Brittany inquired. “You’re not alone?” “Brad flew back with me.” Evelyn stated. “He’s down below.” “Great!” Brittany exclaimed. “Hopefully, he’s got some information for us.” Brittany quickly descended the interior stairway to the salon. Langley was opening a beer he’d just taken from the refrigerator. “Damn! You guys are living the lifestyle of the rich and famous!” Langley exclaimed. “Yeah! Right!” Brittany responded. “When Trace McCullough gets here, I’ll have him show you his rich and famous gunshot wound.” “Got you some interesting information on three more of the women.” Langley stated. “If it’s Bogotá.” Brittany stated. “I’m not looking forward to it.” “Forget Bogotá.” Langley responded. “Ever heard of Cartagena?” “Yeah, I’ve heard of it.” Brittany replied. “What about it?” Langley retrieved a briefcase sitting by the couch, placing it on the bar’s countertop. The attaché was packed with folders, filled with information. Brad handed Brittany the top folder. It was filled with numerous photographs of three women. All appeared to be in their late twenties. Beneath the photos were brief dossiers on the captives. All three women were married; two had small children at home. Richard and Jacob stepped onboard the boat. They had a cartload of supplies with them. Brittany introduced them to Brad before returning her attentions to the contents of the briefcase. Rich and Jake quickly put away the supplies before joining Brittany. “Here’s some recent photographs of Carlos Sanchez.” Langley said. “They were taken at a distance so they’re a little grainy. There’s only one good picture of him. It was taken by his daughter.” “He’s a big druglord. Cartagena’s his home base of operation.” He added. “DEA’s been on his ass hot and heavy the last several months.” “If the DEA can’t take him out, how the hell do they expect us to do any better?” Brittany asked. “They have to play by the rules, you guys don’t!” Langley exclaimed. “What’s with the women?” Brittany asked. “What the hell does one man need with three women?” “Guess he likes American pussy!” Langley smarted off. “Did I hear someone say pussy?” A male voice spoke out, interrupting the conversation. Everyone’s head turned towards the voice coming from salon’s main entrance. It was Trace, stepping gingerly as he entered the cruiser’s living area. Karen was behind him, holding onto his arm. His leg was stiff, not able to bend because of the bandages. Trace sat down in a chair across from Brittany, a glint of pain noticeable on his paled face. Brittany made the introductions to Brad Langley, although he knew both Trace and Karen from their dossiers. “That our next mission?” Trace inquired. “Ours, not yours.” Brittany quickly replied. “You’re not going.” “Like hell I’m not!” Trace exclaimed. “You’re not booting me off the team!” “We’ll talk about it later.” Brittany responded, not wanting to start an argument in front of everyone. The team gathered around the photographs and dossiers of the three women and Carlos Sanchez, studying them intently. Langley handed Brittany another folder. It contained photographs of the Sanchez home. Set high on a hill overlooking the city of Cartagena, it looked like a mansion. Studying the aerial photographs of the house, she found it had only one access road leading up from the seaport city. The land around the house appeared to be professionally landscaped. It didn’t offer much, if any, cover for an assault. Passing the folder to Richard and Jake, Brittany took another folder from the briefcase. It contained photographs of a large, luxury cruiser. “What’s this?” Brittany inquired, looking up at Langley standing next to her. “That’s Carlos’s new cruiser.” Brad replied. “It’s a Hatteras seventy-five foot motor yacht.” “Sanchez bought it in Miami a month ago.” Langley added. “That’s how he’s moving the drugs out of Columbia. He loads the cocaine on the boat, then takes the stuff up to the Netherland Antilles, to the port city of Westpunt. It’s at the northern tip of the island. They make the trip every Thursday morning.” “Then what does he do with it?” Jake asked. “They load it onto an airplane, sometimes two planes.” Langley answered. “Depends on how much he’s got onboard. They fly it to Crooked Island, here in the Bahamas. After refueling the plane there, they take it on to Daytona Beach. That’s where it’s offloaded into other planes.” “Sounds like he’s got quite an operation!” Wayne exclaimed. “Think of the money that bastard’s making! “We can’t come up with an exact figure, but it’s got to be several million a month.” Langley responded. “What about bodyguards?” Brittany asked. “He’s got to have a small army to protect his drug business.” “According to his daughter, he’s got twenty armed guards on his payroll.” Langley replied. “But he only take two or three with him on the boat. The rest stay to guard his home, processing plant and Coca fields.” “We’d still have seventeen or eighteen armed guards to take on if we hit him while he’s out on his boat.” Brittany stated. “That’s not good odds, especially trying not to hit the three woman.” “They won’t be there if Carlos isn’t.” Langley said. “He takes them with him everywhere he goes. If he’s on his boat, they’ll be with him. If he‘s at his home, that‘s where they‘ll be.” “It might be best to strike while he’s on the boat instead of at his house.” Richard suggested. “We’d have alot less people shooting back at us.” “What about crew members?” Brittany inquired. “How many does he have on the boat?” “Three plus the captain.” Langley replied. “And they’re all armed with handguns.” “That’s only seven or eight men at most.” Karen stated. “Hell, I could almost take that many out by myself.” “Don’t forget about the pilots.” Brittany remarked. “More than likely, they’ll be carrying some sort of weapons.” “Still better odds hitting them at Westpunt than at Cartagena!” Richard exclaimed. “That’s what I was thinking too.” Langley spoke up. “There’s a bunch of maps and aerial photographs of the port in some of the other folders.” No one said a word for several minutes. Everyone’s eyes were trained on Brittany, waiting for a decision. “Let’s think this over, see what we need to plan out.” Brittany said, breaking the silence. “I’m really curious as to how you got all this information.” She added. “Sanchez’s daughter’s a pilot. She overshot the runway at Daytona Beach, skidded into the mud. Langley explained. “We nabbed her with a potload of cocaine. The DEA made a deal with her if she’d spill her guts about her father’s drug operation.” He added. “She goes scott free under the witness protection program if her information pans out. Otherwise, she’s looking at alot of years in federal prison.” Brittany stepped out onto the rear deck of the cruiser. Lighting up a cigarette, she needed time alone to think about putting a plan together. Evelyn joined her, sitting on the L-shaped lounge across from Brittany. “I want to add a medical technician to the team.” Evelyn stated. “After what happened to Trace, I regret not having one before.” “No. We don’t need anymore people on the boat.” Brittany retorted. “The catamaran can only hold so many people and so much equipment. If we overcrowd it, we‘re asking for trouble.” Langley stepped out onto the rear deck of the cruiser. “Much as I hate to say it, I’ve got to be getting back to Dallas.” He stated. “Let me know if I can be of any further help.” “What about the last two women?” Brittany muttered. “Have you got any information on them?” “Yeah, but you won’t like it.” Langley replied. “Let’s get this mission out of the way before you start worrying about the next one.” After Brad Langley left, Brittany gathered the team together to get everyone’s input. It was unanimous that the strike point would be the port of Westpunt. They would attack the luxury cruiser during the offloading process while it was tied up to the docks. “More than likely, the bodyguards will be involved in getting the cocaine from the boat to the plane.” Brittany surmised. “That should spread them out a little.” “This short strip of land just up from the docks could be the airstrip.” Richard stated, pointing it out on one of the aerial photographs. “This could be a cakewalk.” Wayne said. “All you’ve got to do is overtake the boat.” “Let’s not take anything for granted.” Karen responded. “Sanchez isn’t going to just give up. He’s probably going to think we’re after his cocaine, not his women.” “They’re not going to give up anything without a fight.” Brittany stated. “We’ve got to have a damn good attack plan or else we’re all gonna get our asses shot off.” The team gathered around Brittany’s laptop as she booted up a map of the Caribbean. The tropical island of Aruba lay approximately seventy-five miles west of the Antilles and the seaport of Westpunt. They would dock the boats along the north shore of the island where it wouldn’t too noticeable. Leaving Thursday morning, the team would travel east from Aruba, then south after it passed by the port of Westpunt. Arriving earlier than Sanchez’s drug boat, would allow them time to get set up for the assault at the docks. “We still need to fine tune the plan.” Brittany stated. “We’ve got a week to make adjustments and work out all the details.” “It’ll take us about four days to make the trip.” Wayne said. “We could spend another day or two here, enjoying the sights.” “You can enjoy the sights in Aruba.” Karen quipped. “I’m sure they’ve got girls running around in bikinis.” Everyone got a good chuckle from Karen’s remark, even Wayne. “If you guys want to enjoy one more night out on the town, go ahead.” Brittany suggested. “We won’t leave till in the morning. Just don‘t overdue the drinking.” Everyone including Evelyn decided to take Brittany up on her suggestion. Brittany chose to stay on the boat with Trace so she could go over the photographs and information Langley had provided the team. “You didn’t have to stay with me.” Trace muttered. “You could have gone out with the others.” “I didn’t stay because of you.” Brittany stated. “I just wanted to go over the information while it’s peaceful.” “You want some iced tea?” Brittany asked. “How about a beer instead?” Trace countered. “No alcohol. Not while you’re taking pain medication and antibiotics.” Brittany replied. “Can I get some pussy to go along with the iced tea?” Trace smarted off. “I doubt it.” Brittany responded, as she walked towards the galley. Returning with two glasses of iced tea, Brittany sat down on the couch after handing Trace one of the refreshments. While Trace watched a movie transmitted from the dvd player, Brittany sorted through the information in the briefcase. Trace did his best to get Brittany to join him in a conversation but it only disrupted her train of thought. “What’s it gonna take to get you to shut up?” Brittany asked in an exasperated tone. “Some pussy might do it.” Trace quipped. “You couldn’t handle any pussy.” Brittany responded. “Especially mine.” “Yeah. You’re probably right.” Trace mumbled. Brittany sensed Trace wasn’t feeling as good as he was letting on. She noticed him rubbing his leg occasionally, as if to ease the pain. It was late when the rest of the team returned to the boat. Evelyn still had her room reserved at the Marriott so she had gone back to her hotel. The next morning, Brittany awoke early. Karen was sound asleep next to her. Brittany slipped on her short robe and crept out of the stateroom. The guys were sitting out on the rear deck, drinking coffee. Brittany fixed herself a cup before joining them. Wayne had his charts out, plotting the course to Aruba. It would be a long trip, taking almost four days to make. The team would cruise southeast along the southern shores of the Bahamas continuing on course till it passed by the northern coastline of Haiti. Turning south, they would cruise through the strait between the Dominican Republic and Puerto Rico. From there it was almost a straight shot southward to the northern coastline of Aruba. “What if we run into bad weather?” Brittany inquired. “Will there be ports where we can seek shelter?” “I’ll keep us within twenty miles of shoreline as much as possible.” Wayne replied. “We’ll still need to keep a close eye on the radar screen. These tropical storms can pop up out of nowhere.” “We should probably go through the weapons and ammunition.” Brittany suggested. “Jake and I can go through everything.” Richard offered. “We’ll get Karen to help us.” “Richard, I need to have you get some log time at the wheel of the powerboat.” Brittany stated. “Just in case, you have to take over the driving chores.” “Aren’t you gonna let Trace handle the driving when you guys make the assault?” Jake asked. “Depends on how is leg is.” Brittany answered. “I’ve got a feeling it’s bothering him alot more than he’s letting on. I‘m not risking the team‘s safety just to satisfy his ego.” “Is it Trace’s ego you’re worried about or is it him you’re worried about?” Wayne queried. “Both.” Brittany confessed. “I’m worried about both.” Brittany left the men sitting at the table. After taking a shower, fixing her hair and slipping into a skimpy black bikini, she checked on Trace in his stateroom. He was sitting up in bed with a pillow propped at his back. “How ya feeling?” She asked. “Pretty good.” Trace responded, his eyes checking up and down Brittany’s tanned body. “I wanna look at you leg.” Brittany said. “It probably needs some attention.” “You wouldn’t realize how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.” Trace smarted. “I meant you injured leg.” Brittany responded. “Karen can take care of the other.” Brittany removed his bandage. The wound looked much better. After cleaning the skin around the gunshot wound and applying medication, she put on a new bandage, being careful not to wrap it to tight. “I probably better get to a pharmacy and pick up more bandages.” Brittany stated, walking towards the stateroom door. “Why don’t you stay and spend a little time with me?” Trace suggested. “Just the two of us, alone.” Hesitating for a brief moment, Brittany closed the door, twisting the lock into place. Untying the top of her bikini, she tossed it onto the dresser. Releasing the knots at the sides of her bikini, she let it fall to the floor. A big smile quickly appeared on Trace’s handsome face as Brittany climbed on the bed. Scooting him down till Trace was flat on his back, Brittany pulled his white briefs off, tossing them to the floor. His huge cock was already hard, eager to slip inside Brittany’s hot pussy. Brittany straddled Trace’s muscular form, pressing her firm breasts against his chest. Their lips meshed in a passionate kiss. Trace’s strong arms embraced Brittany, holding her tightly to him. Slipping her tongue between his moist lips, Brittany swirled it inside his mouth, teasing him. The firm shaft of Trace’s cock rested against the moist folds of Brittany’s pussy. Moving her pelvis up and down, she moistened his rod with her wetness. Her lips moved slowly over his face, down onto his bare chest. Her fingernails teased his delicate nipples. Placing light kisses on them, she nibbled at them with her lips. Brittany kissed down over Trace’s tummy. She felt his hard cock as it brushed against her firm breasts. Grasping his cock near the base, Brittany teased the head against her erect nipples, stimulating her own sensations. Trace put his hand on the back of Brittany’s head, gently urging her to suck his cock. Brittany teased the head of his dick with her tongue, flicking at the sensitive underside. Trace’s tense body flinched as the sensation heightened his desires. Placing her lips at the tip, she slowly lowered her lips around the hard shaft, taking as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. Lifting her mouth upwards, her lips clenched tightly around his shaft. Brittany’s teeth barely grating against the sensitive skin, tantalized his sexual cravings. Brittany rapidly bobbed her head up and down Trace’s cock, lubricating it with her saliva. Trace’s body tensed as she brought him nearer to a climax. Gradually slowing her oral stimulations down, Brittany felt his tensions subside. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 09 Brittany straddled Trace’s muscular body, her face displaying a sly grin. “Let’s go for a ride, Big Boy.” Brittany smarted off. Holding his cock firmly in her hand, Brittany guided the mushroom shaped head to the entrance of her wanton pussy. Easing herself down onto the hard shaft, she felt the incredible pleasures surge through her body. A soft moan escaped her lips, her eyes barely open. Trace’s hands clenched Brittany’s butt, lifting her up and down on his throbbing cock. Brittany’s body was quickly succumbing to her sexual yearnings. Trace’s huge cock was pounding upwards into her pussy, bringing them both to a quick orgasm. Trace was moaning loudly as his body bucked upwards, lifting Brittany’s body upwards with each hard stroke. Brittany’s hands gripped his shoulders, trying to steady herself. His cock was plunging in and out of her pussy like a jackhammer. Brittany’s orgasm came on quick and violently. Her body shuddered as the incredible orgasm sent her into another world. Trace’s pounding cock spewed his hot cream into her. Two huge loads filled her pussy. Trace had his legs beneath him, suspending Brittany completely off the bed. Brittany’s scream of pleasure filled the stateroom. Her orgasm continued triggering sensations deep within her body. Trace’s legs gradually slid downwards, lowering Brittany’s body to the soaked bedsheets. She collapsed on top of him, his cock still impaling her. Both were breathing hard. Brittany could feel Trace’s heartbeat profoundly beating against his chest. She lifted her head from his shoulder, kissing Trace lovingly on the lips. “Wanna go for another ride?” He quipped. “No, no.” Brittany muttered, choking out the words. “I’ve had enough.” The two lovers cuddled, their arms holding onto each other. Brittany’s thoughts about the upcoming mission were erased from her mind. Her concentration was centered solely on Trace. After sharing a quick shower, Brittany slipped into her black bikini. She helped Trace get dressed before exiting the stateroom. The rest of the team was sitting quietly in the salon. “You guys ready to go?” Brittany inquired. “We’ve been ready!” Karen exclaimed. “We’re just waiting for you two to finish fuckin around!” After topping the fuel tanks off on both boats, the team head out of the marina proceeding on their southeasterly course. The four-day trip was uneventful. The sea remained calm and the weather was cooperative. For the six team members, it felt more like a vacation than work. All but Brittany made light of the dangerous mission that lie ahead of them. As the boats passed through the strait between the Dominican Republic and Puerto Rico Monday morning, Brittany suggested they stop off at the port city of Ponce. There, they would take on sufficient supplies to last them for the rest of the trip. It would also give them a chance to set foot on dry land and see a few of the sights. The boats pulled out of the port city late in the afternoon to cover the last five-hundred miles of their long journey. Tuesday afternoon, the cruiser with the Eliminator powerboat following behind, dropped anchor along the north shore of Aruba. The sand dune beach was practically deserted except for a few tourists. The team had two days to relax and prepare for their assault on Carlos Sanchez’s luxury cruiser. While most of the team enjoyed the beach and the solitude, Brittany spent much of her time with Richard going over the aerial photographs of Westpunt. The seaport town was small and cramped with several two-story buildings at the center of the settlement. “We’re going to have to keep an eye on the town as well as the docks.” Brittany stated. “Sanchez has probably got friends who’ll come to his aid when the shooting starts.” “You figured out how we’re going to set up for the assault?” Richard inquired. “Yeah. Pretty much.” Brittany replied. “I’m putting Jake at a position where he can cover the plane as well as the dirt road leading to the airstrip. The closer the better.” “I’ll have Karen with her sniper rifle cover the docks, especially Sanchez’s cruiser.” She added. “She’s got to take out anyone who gets near the controls. That boat absolutely can’t leave the docks or we could lose the women for good.” “What about me?” Richard asked. “You and me together again?” “Yep. I want you right beside me.” Brittany answered. “You and I working together can cover each other’s backs. Sometimes, I think you’re the only one I can really trust.” Thursday morning the team’s attitude changed dramatically. Everyone seemed extremely quiet with a heightened sense of worry. Brittany covered the assault plan with everyone for the last time, making sure everyone knew their role. “We’ve got a slight problem.” Wayne said, entering the salon. “Nothing serious. I got it taken care of.” “What! What’s the problem?” Brittany asked. “The Eliminator’s got a fuel line leak on the starboard motor.” Wayne replied. “I tightened it up. It should last till we get to a port where I can get another fuel line.” “Goddamn it Wayne, you should have checked the boat over thoroughly instead of checking out the fucking cocktail waitresses!” Brittany shouted. “One job to do and you fuck it up!” “Hey!” Wayne retorted. “I said I fixed it! It’ll be alright!” “Trace is going to be driving that boat!” Brittany screamed. “And, we’re counting on a safe getaway. If something happens, I swear, I’ll blow your fucking head off!” The team donned their tan camouflage gear including their bulletproof vests. No one made mention of not wearing the additional protection. Richard helped Jacob strap two Laws Rockets to his backpack. Everyone verified their weapons were loaded and ready. “Six hours from now you need to take the boat to the north end of the island.” Brittany stated, glaring at Wayne. “Hold up at Lighthouse Beach. Wait twenty-four hours. If we don’t show by then, head towards Jamaica.” “You want me to wait for you there?” Wayne muttered. “Yeah, you wait for me there.” Brittany replied, still angry. “Cause I’m gonna come huntin’ for your sorry ass.” The team got onto the powerboat. Wayne got situated at the helm, bending his leg in pain to sit in the driver’s seat. The two-hour ride didn’t calm Brittany’s anger. None of the team members below deck said much. It was clearly apparent their nervousness was growing. Brittany was having serious doubts about the team’s ability to pull off the rescue but she wasn’t about to abort the mission. Trace pulled the boat up to the shoreline a mile and a half from the port of Westpunt on the Netherland Antilles island. After securing the boat to several large rocks, the team made their way towards the town. The ground cover was rocky with little vegetation. The team split up advancing to their appointed positions at the top of the hill overlooking the small port town. Crouching behind the heavy coverage of rocks, Brittany checked out the situation through her binoculars. There were three small fishing boats moored at one of the docks. Brittany could only see a handful of people milling around on the boats. The town looked practically deserted except for a few people sitting on a bench in front of one of the buildings. “I’ve got a twin engine plane sitting at the end of the runway.” Jake said over his headset microphone. “I see two men, probably the pilots, sitting on the ground underneath the wing.” “That’s good.” Brittany replied. “That means they’re expecting Carlos to show up.” “Karen, what’ve you got?” Brittany asked, speaking into her headset microphone. “I’ve got a clear shot at the docks.” She responded from her position. “I’m ready. Gun’s ready. My baby‘s hot for some action!” An hour passed then another but no sign of Sanchez. Brittany was worried the boat would be late and they’d have to make the assault in the dark. There weren’t any lights on the dock; every shot taken could endanger the lives of the three women. “We got a problem.” Trace’s voice came over the headset. The cracking of his voice told Brittany it was serious. “Trace, what’s the matter?” Brittany asked. “The fuel line’s leaking fuel into the engine compartment.” Trace said. “I can get it to stop. I tried tightening the fitting but it didn‘t help.” “FUCK!” Brittany exclaimed. “I knew it. I knew we’d have trouble!” “Brit! Brit!” Jake’s voice came over the headset. “We’ve got company!” “What?” Brittany asked. “There’s two, maybe three guys taking up a position about thirty yards to the south of the plane.” Jake replied. “DEA?” Brittany questioned. “Not hardly.” Jake responded. “Looks like a few freelance drug-runners. All they’ve got are handguns.” “Just what we fucking need!” Brittany said. “More people with guns!” “Keep an eye on them but don’t let them see you.” Brittany warned. “Let me know if they make a move.” “Figured out how we’re gonna get off this crappy island?” Richard asked. “Maybe we should abort the mission.” Karen suggested over her headset microphone. “No. We’re not aborting.” Brittany retorted. “Not yet anyway.” “Our transportation off this island should be here shortly.” Brittany added. “Whatta ya mean?” Karen asked. “Listen up everyone.” Brittany replied. “Don’t take any shots at Sanchez’s boat. We’re gonna need it to make our escape. Don‘t put any stray bullet holes in it.” “Trace, you stay put at the boat but don’t turn on anything that might spark a fire.” She added. “We’ll come and get you.” It was almost dusk when Sanchez’s seventy-foot cruiser appeared on the horizon. Brittany’s adrenalin increased, sending her heart rate into high gear. Looking through her binoculars, she could see the captain and two deck hands clearly visible, but no sign of Carlos or the women. Twenty minutes later, the huge Hatteras luxury cruiser made its approach to the dock. “Everyone get ready.” Brittany commanded. “Be careful with every shot.” The cruiser eased up to the rickety docks. Two deck hands jumped onto the structure, securing the boat fore and aft. Another deck hand, carrying an AK47 assault rifle joined the two. He walked up the dock towards the shore, carefully scrutinizing the situation. An old pickup truck came out from behind one of the buildings, kicking up dust as it made its way to the dock. “Everyone hold your fire till I give the command.” Brittany stated. “Karen, you take the first shot on my command at the target I decide on. “After that, everyone open fire.” She added. “Just don’t hit any of the women or the damn boat!” Through her binoculars, Brittany watched the two deckhands unload small bundles onto the dock. Not seeing Sanchez worried her. Maybe he hadn’t made the trip with them but that would have been unusual. Not his normal routine according to his daughter. “I don’t see anyone but the crew.” Karen whispered over her microphone. “What’s the new plan?” “We wait.” Brittany immediately responded. “That’s the new plan!” Two more men appeared from the cabin area of the boat. One of the men was Carlos Sanchez, the other, one of his bodyguards. Sanchez was clean-cut and well dressed. He looked more like a CEO than a drug dealer. Brittany waited till the two stepped up on the dock and proceeded towards the pickup at the end of the pier. She waited patiently till Sanchez and the bodyguard were almost on shore. “Karen, take out the captain at the helm.” Brittany ordered. “NOW!” Karen’s aim was perfect. The captain’s head split open like a ripe melon. He fell backwards into the helmsman’s chair. No one even noticed he’d been shot. The .308’s silencer and flash suppressor had concealed the deadly shot. Brittany and Richard opened fire with their M4-A3 assault rifles. With everyone out in the open, it was a duck-shoot! The three deckhands went down first, like a row of dominos. The two pilots made a mad dash to open the doors on the twin-engine plane. Jake fired off the Laws rocket, scoring a direct hit on the cockpit. The plane exploded into flames, sending debris high into the air. The bright flames aided by the aviation fuel, illuminated the entire scene on the docks below. Brittany expended her first clip, quickly changing it out. Sanchez and his bodyguard ran back towards the boat, crouching low to avoid the hail of bullets. With the three deck hands already killed, they were the only two left alive on the pier. Karen squeezed off a shot, hitting Carlos Sanchez directly in the head. His body tumbled end over end before falling into the water. His bodyguard kept running, quickly nearing the cruiser. Richard’s rapid fire cut the man down, almost severing his body in two. Shots fired from the vicinity of the pickup truck ricocheted off the rocks in front of Brittany. Jake triggered the second Laws rocket, squarely hitting the vehicle. The truck with its cargo of illegal drugs exploded into flames and rubble. The sounds of gunfire decreased. “Cease fire!” Brittany shouted. “Cease fire!” Brittany made a quick scan of the situation, peering through her binoculars. The plane at the end of the runway was still burning, the remnants of its fuselage resting in the dirt. Body parts of the pickup were scattered along the end of the pier, the hood and one fender were floating in the water. “Any sign of those guys near the plane?” Brittany asked, speaking into the headset microphone. “Not now!” Jake replied. “They ran like hell when the Laws hit the plane. They’re probably still running.” “Ok, everyone. Let’s approach the boat cautiously.” Brittany stated. “We still have at least one, maybe two bodyguards unaccounted for.” Richard and Brittany slowly made their way down the hill towards the docks. Jake was waiting for them at the end of the pier. Karen approached the trio, her sniper rifle slung over her shoulder. The group looked down the pier at the large cruiser moored at the end. There was only one light illuminating the interior of the cruiser. The whole scene was quite eerie. “Jake, you stay here and keep an eye out for anyone who might come nosing around.” Brittany ordered. “Richard, you and Karen come with me.” The trio pulled out their Glock handguns, slowly proceeding down the pier. Brittany glanced down at Carlos Sanchez’s body floating face down in the water as she passed by it. Most of his head was gone, his body drifting in blood. The trio carefully stepped over the bodyguard’s bullet riddled form. Brittany stepped aboard the cruiser first, motioning Karen to climb the ladder to the top deck to cover her from above. Richard climbed aboard, covering Brittany from behind. “What’s going on?” Trace’s voice whispered over the headsets. “Shut up.” Brittany whispered back. “We’re working.” The salon area of the luxury cruiser was deserted. Crouching low, Brittany and Richard made their way towards the staterooms. Suddenly, a man ran from behind the counter in the galley towards the doorway to the rear deck. Brittany spun around but Richard was between her and the bodyguard, blocking a clear shot. The man ran out onto the deck and started to jump onto the dock when Karen’s handgun cut him down. Firing four quick shots, the man tumbled into the water between the boat and the dock. Brittany heard muffled voices coming from one of the staterooms. She and Richard approached cautiously, fearing another bodyguard might jump out and surprise them. As they crept down the narrow hallway, Richard carefully checked each room. It appeared there were only two bodyguards that had made the trip. Brittany slowly turned the doorknob on the master stateroom. Standing to one side, she found the light switch and flipped it on. The stateroom’s flush ceiling lights illuminated the bedroom, shedding light on three women cowering in one corner by the bed. “Please don’t hurt us.” One of the frightened women pleaded. Brittany and Richard took a deep breath, a sigh of great relief. Brittany carefully approached the terrified women. Holstering her handgun, she made an attempt to comfort them. They were all trembling, not realizing they were being rescued. Richard and Brittany made a thorough check of the boat, searching every room and closet before calling out for Jake to join them. Once Jake was on the boat, he and Richard tossed the captain’s body overboard into the dark waters. Blood had pooled on the bridge from his massive head wound. While Richard and Jake cleaned up the mess, Karen and Brittany ushered the women into the salon area. The three women, all in their late twenties, appeared to be in good shape. They were dressed in clean clothes and seemed to be well nourished. It took awhile for them to realize what had happened and they would soon be home with their families. “Let’s get the hell out of here before anyone shows up.” Brittany suggested. I’ll take the helm.” Richard and Jake untied the boat, then jumped back onboard. Brittany fired up the twin diesel engines, easing the boat away from the dock. It was dark as the boat slipped out into the open sea. Ten minutes later, Brittany spotted Trace sitting on the front deck of the Eliminator. Turning the powerful spotlights on, she illuminated the boat, slowly approaching it. The rear hatch covering the engine compartments was open. “Need a ride, handsome stranger?” She shouted, easing the large cruiser alongside the powerboat. The strong smell of gasoline vapors emanated from the Eliminator’s engine compartment. With Richard’s help, Trace boarded the cruiser. Brittany eased the throttles into reverse, backing away from the disabled catamaran. Spinning the wheel hard to port, she eased the throttles forward pulling a safe distance from the immobilized powerboat. “Who wants to do the honors?” Brittany inquired, pulling the throttle levers into the idle position. “Do what honors?” Jake asked. “We can’t leave the powerboat intact.” She replied. “I’m not towing it back with gasoline all over it. We’ve got to scuttle her.” “Let me do it!” Karen volunteered, picking up her .308 sniper rifle. “Hit it near the stern so she’ll catch on fire.” Brittany commanded. Karen’s shot struck the starboard side of the boat, penetrating the fiberglass composite material. The gasoline ignited, exploding immediately into a huge fire that engulfed the boat within seconds. Everyone watched for a minute or so as the boat continued to float. The fuel tank exploded, breaking the boat in two. As the rear half of the boat sank below the surface, Brittany eased the throttles forward, heading towards Aruba. The monitor screens for the radar and sonar systems showed clear waters ahead. Brittany eased the throttles forward till the Hatteras yacht reached cruising speed. The capital city of Oranjestad lie approximately two hours ahead. Trace ascended the interior stairway to the bridge. Approaching Brittany at the helm, he put his arm around her, pulling her to him. The two affectionately kissed, both feeling relieved the ordeal was over. Trace’s strong arms around her felt comforting. “You want me to take over the helm?” Trace muttered. “Yeah. I need to get below and see how the women are doing.” Brittany replied. “They’ve been through hell.” Brittany climbed down the ladder to the rear deck. Karen and Jake were sitting in the salon with the three women, huddled together on the couch. Richard was in the galley fixing coffee and looking for food to snack on. “Where we going?” One of the women mumbled. She was the only one who really seemed to be calming down. “We should hit the port city of Oranjestad on the island of Aruba in a couple of hours.” Brittany stated. “There’s a private jet waiting at the airport. It’ll fly you to Miami. We’ll get in contact with your families and let them know you’re safe.” The women seemed reluctant to believe Brittany. Their reaction to the news wasn’t a surprise. After what they’d been through, they probably found any good news hard to believe. Richard served up coffee and some snack crackers he’d found in the galley. The women gradually settled down, eating some of the snack food and sipping the hot drink. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 09 Brittany gathered the team in the galley. “Let’s keep a close eye on them.” Brittany suggested. “They seemed as scared of us as they did their captors.” Late Thursday evening, the Hatteras cruised into the marina at Oranjestad, the capital of Aruba. There were a few people milling around the docks. Most of the tourists were patronizing the nightspots and restaurants on the island. Trace used the bow and stern thrusters to nestle the seventy-five foot cruiser against the dock. Brittany and Jake stepped up on the pier, securing the boat. The tourists stared at them, still dressed in their camouflage clothing. They did present somewhat of a scary sight. “Britt! Britt!” A familiar voice shouted. Brittany looked around, spotting Evelyn and Langley coming out of the marina’s store. “Are we ever glad to see you guys!” Evelyn exclaimed, rushing towards her. “What happened?” Evelyn asked. “What happened to the boat?” “It’s a long story.” Brittany responded. “I’ll tell you later. Right now we need to get the women back to Miami.” Evelyn made a quick phone call to the airport to alert the pilots. Langley got a taxi to provide transportation from the marina to the airport. After crowding the three women into the cab, Evelyn sat in the front passenger seat. “Aren’t you coming with us?” One of the women asked, trying to reach out to Brittany. Brittany wanted to say yes but she knew there were still two more women to try and rescue. “No. I wish I were though.” Brittany responded, clasping the woman’s hand. “I’ll get in touch with you someday soon.” Brittany watched the taxi pull away. The three women sitting in the back seat all looked around, peering through the rear window. It was the first time all three women smiled. Langley walked up behind Brittany. “Evelyn made reservations for everyone at the Aruba Grand Resort.” Langley stated, putting his hand on her shoulder. “Great!” Brittany responded. “I could use a good hot shower and a nice big bed to sleep in.” “You get the rest of the team.” Langley suggested. “I’ll get us some transportation.” Richard and Jake raided Sanchez’s closet, finding more appropriate dress than their camouflage fatigues. Checking into the four star hotel and casino, Brittany and Karen decided to share a room while the guys shared adjoining rooms. Brittany hurriedly stripped out of her clothes, eager to enjoy a hot shower. Standing under the warm spray, the water streamed down her tired body, easing her tensions and minor aches. The shower door swung open and Karen stepped in to join her in the oversize shower stall. “You alright?” Karen asked in a concerned voice. “Yeah. I’m alright. You?” Brittany replied. “I’m ok.” Karen responded. “It’s been one hell of a day!” Brittany stood silent while Karen soaped her back for her. Her hands gradually moved downward, soaping her butt, then the back of her legs. Brittany turned around slowly, taking the soapy washcloth from Karen. “Now it’s my turn.” Brittany said in a soft, sexy voice. Brittany brushed the washcloth gently over Karen’s breast. Her nipples responded immediately to Brittany’s stimulation. Moving the washcloth lower, she washed Karen’s flat, firm tummy before progressing towards her pubic area. Brittany’s hand slipped between Karen’s legs, spreading them slightly. Karen grasped Brittany’s shoulders when the soapy cloth teased the sensitive entrance to her pussy. Her breathing increased, as did her heart rate, feeling her sexual desires being stimulated. Brittany pulled the woman to her, crushing Karen’s breasts to hers. She kissed her passionately on the lips, savoring the touch of another woman. “I’ve never been with another woman.” Karen murmured. “I remember the first time we met, you made it a point to brush the back of your hand across the front of my panties.” Brittany responded. “I just wanted to see what it would feel like.” Karen muttered. “Let’s dry off so I can let you feel what it’s like to have another woman’s tongue sliding over your pussy.” Brittany spoke in a sexy voice. The two women stepped out of the shower to dry off. Brittany’s words had aroused Karen to where she was trembling with anticipation. Stretching out across the bed, Brittany held the woman in her arms, kissing her softly. Karen’s moist lips responded immediately. Brittany’s soft hands brushed lightly over Karen’s nipples, purposely teasing them. Gently cupping the woman’s breasts, Brittany nibbled at the sensitive nipples, lightly grating them with her teeth. Karen’s chest rose and fell as her breathing came in long, deep gasps. Sliding her hand downward, Brittany slipped her fingers between Karen’s legs. Her middle finger slowly worked up and down the moistened slit at Karen’s pussy. She was moaning softly like a purring kitten. Brittany slid her lubricated finger inside Karen’s pussy, bringing her moan to a clearly audible tone. Swirling her finger in a circular motion enticed Karen to spread her legs farther apart. Brittany’s lips kissed down over the woman’s tummy. Her tongue flicked at Karen’s exposed clitoris causing her body to spasm. Brittany slid two fingers inside Karen’s pussy, prying the folds apart. Teasing the walls of her pussy, Brittany brought her close to orgasm. Brittany positioned herself over Karen, straddling her. Pulling Karen’s legs slightly upwards, she spread them wide, exposing her pussy. Brittany’s tongue licked frantically at Karen’s pussy. Her tongue danced and swirled against the sensitive walls. Karen’s hands firmly gripped Brittany’s legs as her orgasm quickly built. Brittany sensed the ultimate pleasure about to sweep over Karen. Sucking hard on Karen’s clit, she brought her up quick to the peak of orgasm. Karen’s moans filled the room as the orgasm took control of her body. Karen’s fingers squeezed hard into Brittany’s thighs, leaving deep red marks. Brittany’s fingers continued stroking in and out of Karen till the orgasm gradually subsided. Looking over her shoulder at Karen, Brittany noticed Jake standing in the doorway between the connecting rooms. He was just wearing his briefs and a smile as he watched the hot action taking place on the queen-size bed. “Karen needs a good fucking.” Brittany subtly stated. “Why don’t you come over here and give it to her.” Brittany rolled the weakened woman onto her tummy while Jake stripped off his briefs. His cock was rock hard protruding proudly. Brittany grinned knowing Karen was about to get her pussy pounded good and hard. She spread Karen’s legs apart, allowing Jake easy access to her wanton pussy. Jake’s hard cock easily penetrated Karen’s pussy. Grasping Karen’s slender waist, he pounded her pussy hard and fast, bringing her to another orgasm within seconds. Brittany verbally urged Jake to fuck Karen harder. Cupping Jake’s heated balls in one hand, she worked her fingers feverously on Karen’s sensitive clit with the other. Jake’s stamina allowed him to fuck his rigid shaft into Karen till he brought her to yet another incredible orgasm. Her fingers tore at the soft cotton sheets as the orgasm racked her body. Tears of pleasure streamed down her cringing face. Sensing Jake’s imminent climax, Brittany pulled his cock from Karen’s gaping pussy. Putting her mouth over the head of his cock, she stroked his cock hard till his cum shot into her mouth. The thick load of cream exploded from his cock, snapping Brittany’s head back. Quickly swallowing Jake’s cum, she continuing sucking on his cock till the last drops of his fluid were drained from his body. Karen collapsed on the bed, the strength robbed from her body. Jake’s breathing was slowly returning to normal as Brittany took the opportunity to kiss him hard on the lips. The cock in her hand covered with Karen’s drying juices. “I just came in to see if you guys wanted to go out for dinner.” Jake stated, choking out the words. “I doubt if Karen’s in any condition to go out.” Brittany responded. “How about we call down for room service instead.” Bikini And A Badge Ch. 10 The guys woke up early Friday morning, much earlier than Brittany and Karen in the adjoining hotel room. After showering and dressing for the day’s activities, they decided to go out for breakfast and maybe do a little shopping for the girls. Returning to the hotel later in the morning, they found both women still sound asleep. Jake took the task of waking the girls up. “You two gonna sleep all day?” He whispered in Brittany’s ear. “Don’t forget we need to get up to Lighthouse Beach before Wayne takes off without us.” Both women showered and quickly dressed in the new clothes the men had purchased for them, choosing shorts and tank tops to wear over the skimpy thong bikinis. After grabbing a quick bite at the hotel’s breakfast buffet, the five team members along with Brad Langley boarded the Hatteras cruiser, setting course for the north end of the island. Once they joined Wayne with the other cruiser, the plan was to meet Evelyn Brooks at Kingston, Jamaica, eight hundred miles to the northwest. Arriving at Lighthouse Beach, Trace spotted his brother sitting out on the rear deck of the Navigator cruiser. Wayne gawked as the huge cruiser pulled alongside. “What the hell happened to the powerboat?” He shouted. “It’s sitting at the bottom of the sea where your sorry-ass should be!” Brittany exclaimed, jumping on board the boat. “We had to commandeer Sanchez’s boat so we could make our escape.” She added. “No thanks to you!” “You’re off the team!” Brittany continued. “Once we get to Jamaica, your ass is history!” Wayne didn’t argue the point, seeing Brittany was infuriated with him. She rushed passed him, climbing the ladder to the bridge. Firing up the twin diesel engines, she let them idle for several minutes before turning the boat towards Jamaica. Brad Langley joined Brittany on the top deck as she steered the course towards Jamaica. “I can’t wait till all this is over!” Brittany exclaimed. “Maybe it already is?” Langley responded. “You just haven’t realized it yet.” “Whatta you mean?” Brittany asked. “It’s impossible to rescue the last two women.” Brad answered. “The odds are too great you’d even make it to where they are.” “Bogotá?” Brittany inquired. “Is it Bogotá?” “Yep.” Langley replied. “Might be more than two women now.” “Why’s that?” Brittany questioned. “Last Saturday night, two women vacationing with their husbands were kidnapped down in Rio.” Brad stated. “I feel there’s a connection to the same people who’ve got the other two in Bogotá.” “So, now there could be four women instead of two.” Brittany commented. “Two, four, maybe more.” Langley remarked. “Who knows how many.” “What kind of information do you have?” Brittany asked. “Not much, I’m afraid.” Langley replied. “I’ll go over it with you once we get to Jamaica.” It was late Saturday night when the team entered the harbor at Kingston. Both boats were running low on fuel. The crew tied the luxury cruisers off at the far end of the marina away from all the hustle and bustle of the resort city. “We’ll have to turn Sanchez’s boat over to the DEA.” Brittany said to Langley. “Like hell you will!” Brad immediately responded. “You confiscated this boat, not the DEA. By rights it’s now yours.” “What the hell would I do with it?” Brittany said. “Sell it if you don’t want to keep it.” Langley replied. “I can get you a salvage title for it. Myself, I’d keep it.” “I don’t have any use for it.” Brittany remarked. “Guess I could sell it and use the money to reimburse Evelyn.” “You’d be giving up one helluva lot of money.” Langley spoke out. “Sanchez paid almost three million for her.” “I’m not in this for the money.” Brittany responded. “What are you in it for?” Langley inquired, lowering his voice. “I’m not sure anymore.” Brittany muttered. “Maybe just for myself. Something I just want to accomplish.” The team shared a few cold beers and a late dinner before turning in for the night. Brittany found falling asleep difficult. Thoughts of planning the last rescue in the interior region of Columbia were on her mind. Waking late Sunday morning, Brittany slipped on a robe before joining the others on the rear deck. Karen was showing off her new thong bikini. The guys were definitely taking notice. Everyone seemed in a cheerful mood. “How about some breakfast?” Richard offered. “No thanks.” Brittany responded. “Just coffee.” “And cigarettes!” Trace exclaimed. “Don’t forget those damn cigarettes!” “What’s on the agenda for today?” Jake inquired. “Nothing really.” Brittany replied. “You guys can go ashore and enjoy the sights or whatever you wanna do.” “Maybe we can rent a couple of those motor scooters and tool around the city.” Wayne suggested. “You wanna go with us?” Richard asked. “No.” Brittany answered. “Brad and I have got alot to talk about.” “Suppose it’s about the next mission?” Trace said. “Yeah, it is.” Brittany responded. “But you and Wayne won’t be involved. We won’t be needing the boats anymore.” “I’m not going back to Tampa without you!” Trace exclaimed. “I don’t care where you go.” Brittany retorted. “You’re just not going with us.” Shortly after noon, the team went ashore to see the sights of Kingston, leaving Brittany and Langley alone on the cruiser. Sitting out on the rear deck, Langley reviewed with Brittany the information he had on the last two women who‘d been sold as sex slaves. The women were twin sisters in their early twenties. They’d been kidnapped off their parent’s yacht six weeks earlier, less than a mile off the coast of Cat Island in the Bahamas. Langley’s speculation was that the two young girls had been sold to Carmen Alverez. Alverez had been the president of her own financial institution and investment firm back in the states. Suspected of murdering her philandering husband, she’d fled to her home country of Columbia a few years earlier to escape prosecution. He showed Brittany photographs of the two girls taken at their college graduation and some taken during their ill-fated vacation. “So, this Carmen Alverez is into sex with other women, I take it.” Brittany said. “No. She’s into prostitution.” Langley responded. “She owns a high class brothel near the outskirts of Bogotá. Caters only to rich businessmen, government officials and people involved in the drug trade.” Their conversation was interrupted by the sight of Evelyn Brooks approaching the boat. Brittany was happy to see her close friend and confidant. Stepping aboard the Hatteras cruiser, she gave Brittany a big hug. Sitting on the lounge with Brittany, she listened intently as Langley continued sharing his information. Brad showed the two women several pictures of Carmen Alverez. She was in her late fifties but could have easily passed for someone much younger. Alverez was quite beautiful, tall and slender with long black hair that ran halfway down her back. Langley stated she always dressed in exquisite clothing and wore fine jewelry, something very noticeable in her photographs. Her make-up looked impeccable. Carmen Alverez was definitely a woman of class in a very lucrative business. “What else have you got?” Brittany asked. “I’ve got some aerial shots of the Alverez home and maps of the city.” Langley replied. “That’s about it.” “You mentioned the kidnapping in Rio last weekend.” Brittany said. “What makes you think that’s tied in with Alverez?” Langley produced several photographs of the women who’d been kidnapped. Both women were in their mid-twenties, both blondes with blue eyes. The two women who’d been kidnapped off their parent’s yacht were also blondes with blue eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding!” Brittany exclaimed. “Your basing your assumption on hair and eye color!” “Columbians are known for their love of American women with blonde hair and blue eyes.” Langley responded. “I’m betting you’ll find them with Alverez. That is, if you get that far.” “You’ve got to get through miles of rough terrain inhabited by drug dealers, bandits and rebels.” He added. “This ain’t no amusement park you’re going into.” Brittany sorted through the aerial photographs and maps. Along with the photographs of the four women, it didn’t amount to much information. She put all the information back into the folders for safekeeping. Brittany and her team would have to plan their mission around what little information they had. Langley left late in the afternoon for his flight back to Dallas. Evelyn and Brittany decided to stretch out on the top deck and catch some sun. While sipping iced tea, they discussed the pros and cons of attempting the rescue mission. Evelyn expressed her concern for the team’s safety, especially Brittany’s. Glancing up the dock, Brittany noticed two neatly dressed men and a woman approaching their boats. “Let’s get down below.” She stated. Brittany scurried down the interior stairway to the salon. Evelyn quickly followed behind her. Brittany hurried to her stateroom. When she returned, Evelyn noticed she was wearing a wrap over the bottom half of her bikini. “What’s the matter?” Evelyn asked curiously. Before Brittany could answer, the two men and women were standing at the rear of the cruiser. “Excuse me.” One of the men spoke. “Are you Ms. Michaels?” “Yes. I’m Brittany Michaels.” She replied. “I’m Victor Ramirez.” The man introduced himself. “And this is my wife, Teresa.” Ramirez, a fairly handsome gentleman in his late forties, had coal black hair and a short, well-groomed beard. He was about Brittany’s height, 5’8” but slightly overweight. His wife, Teresa was much younger, twenty-five at most. She was taller than her husband and quite slender. She could have been a beauty pageant contestant. Her dark hair was cut short exposing her ears ornamented with feathered earrings. The other man, Ramirez hadn’t bothered to introduce, was stocky built, clean-shaven and like Victor, neatly dressed. The slight bulge under the left side of his light jacket was obviously a .45 automatic in a shoulder holster. “We’d like to purchase Carlos Sanchez’s boat.” Ramirez stated. “I assume you’re wanting to sell her.” “Well, ………. I might be interested.” Brittany choked out the words. “Mind if we take a look at her?” Ramirez asked. With Ramirez’s bodyguard’s hand for assistance, Brittany and Evelyn stepped up onto the dock. Teresa Ramirez seemed quite excited at the prospect of purchasing the luxurious Hatteras cruiser. Stepping onboard the large yacht, Brittany and Evelyn stood back while Ramirez and his wife carefully inspected the boat. His bodyguard stayed out on the rear deck, obviously keeping an eye out for the safety of his employer. Evelyn was curious as to how the couple knew the cruiser had belonged to Carlos Sanchez but was reluctant to ask in their presence. After checking out the boat, Victor and Teresa came back to the salon area. “We want the boat.” Ramirez stated. “Let’s talk business.” Brittany took a seat across from the couch were the couple had chosen to sit. Evelyn sat at the bar directly behind Brittany. “I’ll give you a million and a half for her right now.” Ramirez offered. “Sanchez paid three million for her a few months ago.” Brittany stated. “But she’ll only bring a million and a half on a salvage title.” Victor countered. “I’m assuming she is salvage. You did kill Sanchez to get it, didn’t you?” “I didn’t kill Sanchez personally, but yes, he is dead.” Brittany muttered. “That’s the best news I’ve heard all week.” Ramirez said, displaying a big smile on his face. “We have to fly back to Cartegena later this evening.” He stated. “I’d like to have your answer before then.” Victor’s mention of flying to Cartegena stuck an idea in Brittany’s mind. “Maybe we can negotiate a deal that won’t cost you a million and a half.” She stated. “I’m assuming you have your own plane, perhaps a twin engine prop that could land near Bogotá.” “Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.” Victor responded, a sly smile forming on his face. “What are you getting at?” “I need a plane to fly me and my team to Bogotá, then fly us back out.” Brittany said. “Safe passage in, safe passage out, with no questions asked.” “That could be risky for my aircraft.” Ramirez responded. “The DEA patrols most of that area.” “I’ll trade you this boat for safe transportation in and out of Columbia.” Brittany stated. “You can take possession as soon as we’re all safe back here in Kingston.” “I can fly you in and out from Caracas.” Victor countered. “That’s the best I can do.” “Ok.” Brittany agreed. “I can agree to that.” “Would you care to throw in that derringer you’ve got strapped to your leg to cinch the deal?” Ramirez kidded. “Teresa would love to have it.” “Sure. Why not.” Brittany responded, pulling her wrap open and unfastening the Velcro band. After a brief discussion, Ramirez agreed to have one of his cargo planes waiting at the airport in Caracas Wednesday afternoon. Brittany was counting on Evelyn’s private jet to get them to and from the Venezuelan capital. Brittany and Evelyn watched as the couple, along with their bodyguard, made their way up the pier. “Mind telling me who those people were?” Evelyn inquired. “As I recall, Victor Ramirez is one of the youngest drug lords in South America.” Brittany responded, lighting up a cigarette. “He carries alot of influence in the cocaine cartel.” “Oh God!” Evelyn exclaimed. “You mean you just made a deal with a drug lord!” “Well. At least we’ve got transportation in and out of Bogotá.” Brittany replied. “That’s more than we had a little while ago.” “He seemed to know who you were.” Evelyn commented. “I’m sure they’ve got as much information on us as we have on them.” Brittany responded. Karen and the guys returned to the boat later that evening. Brittany filled them in on the information Langley had provided them. Everyone sat down together to review the photographs and formulate a plan of attack. The team discussed ideas till early the next morning. Not coming up with a definite plan, they decided to call it a night and get some sleep. “Why don’t you and I share a stateroom?” Trace whispered in Brittany’s ear. “Depends.” Brittany murmured. “How’s your leg?” “Almost as good as new.” Trace replied. “Why?” “Think you’re up for a threesome with Evelyn and me?” Brittany asked, keeping her voice low. “Hmmmmmm.” Trace responded. “Oh yeah!” Brittany approached Evelyn, nudging her towards the master stateroom. Trace closed the bedroom door behind them, twisting the security latch. Trace embraced Evelyn in his arms, kissing her passionately. Brittany slipped out of her bikini before pulling the comforter off the bed. Trace turned Evelyn around till she was facing Brittany. Her face was already flushed with anticipation. Brittany unbuttoned Evelyn’s blouse, exposing her lacy, white bra. Brushing her shoulder length hair aside, Trace placed hot, wet kisses along the back of Evelyn’s neck. Brittany fondled the woman’s breasts through the gauzy material of her bra. Trace slipped Evelyn’s blouse down her arms, tossing it aside. While he unhooked her bra, Brittany worked the zipper down at the side of Evelyn’s shorts, letting them fall around the woman’s ankles. Clad in just her panties, Evelyn could feel Trace’s huge cock pressed against her butt through the material of his dress slacks. Trace cupped Evelyn’s breasts, massaging them hard. Brittany took each nipple between her thumbs and forefingers, twisting them hard till Evelyn emitted a long, loud moan. Gripping the woman’s nipple between her teeth, Brittany flicked her tongue over the button. Evelyn was pushing back against Trace, pinning him against the door as Brittany sucked on her nipples. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh …Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ……….Mmmmmmmmm” Evelyn softly moaned. Brittany eased her hand down over Evelyn’s lacy bikini cut panties, rubbing lightly over her pubic mound. Sliding her fingers between Evelyn’s legs, she found the woman’s panties soaking wet. “Hmmm. You’re a hot little lady, aren’t you?” Brittany murmured. “Soooo hot. Sooooo wet.” Evelyn’s head barely nodded at Brittany’s comment. She was in sexual ecstasy, in another world. Her body had taken control of her mind, creating decadent thoughts. Brittany pulled Evelyn’s panties down to her knees, exposing her triangular trimmed pubic hair. “Spread those gorgeous legs for me.” Brittany commanded. Evelyn lifted her feet from the shorts around her ankles. Spreading her legs apart, she stretched the elastic on her panties to their limit. Brittany slid two fingers inside Evelyn’s hot pussy, swirling the digits around. Her thumb rubbed lightly over the woman’s clit, setting off the woman’s initial orgasm. Evelyn moaned aloud, bucking against Trace. Heavy juices trickled down onto Brittany’s fingers. Brittany slipped the fingers from Evelyn’s pussy, putting them to Trace’s lips, letting him taste Evelyn’s juices. Trace lay Evelyn face down on the bed. Brittany shoved a pillow under the woman’s tummy to elevate her butt. Spreading Evelyn’s legs, she licked up and down the juicy folds of her pussy, her tongue tapping lightly on her sensitive clit. Evelyn’s body quivered as Brittany continued her oral stimulations. Trace quickly stripped out of his clothes, his huge cock bulging against the cotton material of his black briefs. Brittany sucked hard on Evelyn’s clit sending her into an incredible orgasm. She cried out as the orgasm violently shook her body. Evelyn was gasping for breath as the sexual climax slowly waned. Brittany rolled Evelyn onto her back. Her body was at a near loss for strength. “Put your cock in her mouth.” Brittany ordered. “Give those hot lips of hers a good fucking.” Trace held the back of Evelyn’s head, while he fucked his hard cock in and out of her mouth. Evelyn’s lips slurped hungrily over the huge cock, lubricating it with her saliva. Brittany fucked two fingers slowly in and out of Evelyn’s gaping pussy. “She’s definitely ready to have her ass pounded!” Brittany exclaimed. Releasing his grip on Evelyn’s head, Trace positioned himself between the woman’s legs, lifting them to the crooks of his strong arms. Brittany guided the mushroom shaped head of his massive cock to the entrance of Evelyn’s pussy. Trace penetrated her pussy, burying his huge organ in one slow stroke. Evelyn’s pussy was stretched to its limits. Trace fucked her slowly and rhythmically, savoring the pleasure. Brittany embraced Evelyn, kissing her passionately. Massaging the woman’s breasts while stabbing her tongue between the woman’s wet lips added to the sexual bliss. Evelyn’s eyes rolled back in her head, a loud scream escaped her lips as she crested with an extraordinary orgasm. Her arms held Brittany close to her body till the climax gradually faded. Trace pounded Evelyn’s pussy several times before forcing his cock hard into the woman, holding her butt suspended from the bed. “Did you cum or have you got some hot cream left for me?” Brittany asked in a sexually excited voice. “Get that hot ass of yours over here!” Trace exclaimed. “Let me pump a hot load up that tight pussy.” Trace forced Brittany face down on top of Evelyn’s exhausted body. His cock was covered with Evelyn’s cum. Guiding the bulbous head of his cock to the entrance of Brittany’s pussy, he slammed it hard and deep. Brittany gasped as the hard cock ripped her pussy. Trace fucked his rigid shaft hard and fast into her. Brittany’s hands were grasping Evelyn’s arms as Trace continued his almost brutal assault on her pussy. Trace gyrated his hips as he slowed his tempo, deliberately teasing and prolonging her orgasm. “Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder!” Brittany cried out, her body craving to be satisfied. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 10 Trace pounded Brittany’s pussy like a jackhammer out of control, bringing her to an incredible orgasm. Brittany cried out as the orgasm consumed her perspiring body. “Ohhhhhhh Yesssssssssssssssss Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” She cried out. Trace pumped his hot, thick load of cream into Brittany’s pussy. His cock slammed hard into her nearly forcing her off the bed. Pulling his cock from her pussy, he shot the last of his load onto Brittany’s back. Evelyn smeared the cum over Brittany’s back before putting her fingers to her lips to taste Trace’s fluids. As the trio lay in a heap, slowly regaining their strength, sounds of heated sexual activity and moaning came from the adjoining stateroom. “Sounds like Rich and Jake are giving Karen a workout.” Trace muttered. “Poor ole Wayne isn’t getting any.” Evelyn kidded. “He can jack off.” Brittany smarted off. “I’m sure he’s good at that.” The trio drifted off to asleep in each other’s arms as the moaning and groaning from the adjacent stateroom eventually quieted down. Waking early Monday morning, Brittany slipped quietly off the bed. Putting on her robe, she headed for one of the bathrooms to grab a hot shower. Richard and Jacob were in the galley sipping fresh coffee. After showering, Brittany dressed in shorts and a midriff top before joining the guys on the rear deck. “Bet you slept well last night.” Jake kidded, winking one eye. “As a matter of fact I did ……. after all the noise you guys were making quieted down.” Brittany smarted back, grinning. “Thought of a plan yet?” Richard inquired. “No, not really.” Brittany replied. “We need to study the photographs and maps alot more before we come up with a plan.” After everyone had gotten up, showered and dressed, the team gathered around the table to thoroughly review the information. Each member carefully scrutinized the material, especially the photographs of Carmen Alverez’s brothel. Jake pointed out the balcony on the third floor that overlooked the street in front of the building. “That could be Alverez’s living quarters.” Jake said. “At least it could be a master bedroom.” Everyone agreed with Jake’s statement. It made sense since there weren’t any other balconies on the building. The photos showed an elevated wooden platform in the alley along one side of the building. “Reckon that’s a service entrance?” Karen suggested. “Might be.” Richard responded. “There’s a few steps at the front of the building that appear to be about the same height. That could mean the ground floor’s actually a couple of feet or so above street level.” “It probably is to keep it from flooding when the heavy rains hit the area.” Brittany added. “More than likely the women will be on the second or third floors.” Karen stated. “The first level is probably just a bar and a large gathering hall. At least, that’s the way they are back home.” “How do you know what a whorehouse looks like?” Wayne kidded. “I shot one of my ex-husbands in a whorehouse.” Karen retorted. “Put a slug right through his kneecap.” Karen’s remark brought a brief moment of silence to the group. Everyone figured she was probably telling the truth, since she rarely bragged. “What about guards?” Trace asked. “There’s bound to be guards.” “Yeah, but it’s hard to tell how many she’s got.” Brittany replied. “Carmen Alverez is probably tight with her money so I’m betting she doesn’t have more than three or four at most.” “She’s got to have someone guard the girls she’s kidnapped.” Trace argued. “Notice the bars on the outside of the windows?” Brittany responded, pointing to some of the photographs. “If she’s got bars on the windows, she’s probably got locks on the doors. I figure she locks them up at the end of the night.” “If the girls are locked in their bedrooms, how are we gonna get into them?” Jake asked. “Shoot the locks off?” “No. I don’t want to fire a single shot if I don’t have to.” Brittany replied. “One or two shots and we’re gonna get involved in a gun battle with everyone in town carrying a gun.” “We go in and grab Alverez right off.” Brittany continued. “With a .45 pressed against her head, she’ll start unlocking the doors for us.” “What if she doesn’t cooperate?” Jake inquired. “What then?” “Then I blow her head off.” Brittany answered. “With her dead, the guards probably won’t stick around.” “Let’s just go in and shoot the bitch right off!” Karen suggested. “If the guards run off, we won’t have to worry about them.” “We need to keep Carmen alive if we can.” Brittany responded. “We need her for a hostage till we get back to the plane.” “We should probably hit the building around 4:00 in the morning.” Brittany continued. “There probably won’t be any customers there and everything should be quiet.” “We’ll have the darkness to cover us getting from the airstrip to the town.” Richard stated. “And if we don’t spend anymore than fifteen minutes or so inside the building, it’ll still be dark when we make our escape.” Brittany added. After formulating their plan, the group took a short break to clear their minds. The women changed into bikinis, deciding to lie out in the sun for awhile. Richard and Jake shared tasks preparing lunch in the galley. “You should have a talk with Trace before we go on this mission.” Karen said. “Why?” What’s the matter?” Brittany asked, surprised at her comment. “He’s worried to death about you.” Karen replied. “He’s scared you’ll get killed.” “How do you know that?” Brittany inquired. “He’s been talking with Richard and Jake.” Karen answered. “They told me.” “I can believe it.” Evelyn spoke up. “He was nervous as hell the whole time you guys were working on your plan. I think he’s more than just worried about you.” After lunch, the group gathered out on the rear deck of the cruiser. Everyone’s attention was focused on Brittany. “Richard, you and Jake will make the initial entry into the building through the side service entrance.” Brittany stated. “Karen and I will come in right behind you and head for the upper levels. Both of you need to stay on the first level and stop anyone who comes up after us.” “Karen and I will go immediately after Carmen on the third floor.” She continued. “Once we have her in our control, we’ll start rounding up the women. After we get them downstairs, we’ll lead the way out and back to the plane. You guys will need to cover our escape.” “Will I need my sniper rifle?” Karen asked. “No. You may as well leave it here.” Brittany answered. “You and I will carry handguns. Richard and Jake will carry most of the heavy weaponry. We’ll also need to dress in dark clothing instead of camouflage.” No one said anything or asked any questions. The look on everyone’s faces pretty much told the story of what they were thinking. Everyone was scared but no one seemed to have second thoughts about going. “Why don’t we call it a day and discuss this again tomorrow morning?” Brittany suggested. The group decided to go out for dinner and take in the sights of Kingston’s nightlife. The great dinner, lots of drinks and the dancing at several nightclubs seemed to take everyone’s mind off the upcoming mission. Returning to the boats later that night, everyone was in a relaxed and carefree state of mind. Brittany observed Evelyn entering one of the staterooms with Richard and Jake. Brittany lit up a cigarette before joining Trace on the rear deck. Cuddling together on the L-shaped lounge, Brittany initiated a conversation about thoughts on his mind. It was clearly apparent Trace was worried about her. He was also in love with her, deeply in love! Brittany tried to calm his fears but her efforts fell on deaf ears. Trace was more interested in talking about the two of them and life together after the mission. It was the first time he’d expressed his true feelings about her. Listening to him talk about how much he cared and worried about her gave her a warm feeling but his mention of marriage had an unsettling effect. For Brittany, marriage was out of the question; even living together wasn’t a consideration. Trace rambled on about sharing a life together till he had expended his thoughts. Brittany wasn’t sure about what to say in reply. She knew that trying to reason with him wouldn’t be effective. The only action she could come up with was to suggest they both think about their feelings after the mission was over with. It bought her a little time to think about how to better handle the situation. Tuesday afternoon, Brittany and Evelyn met with her two pilots to discuss their part in the mission. The pilots didn’t have a problem with landing for a brief time at the Caracas airport but they couldn’t stay on the ground for long because of all the political unrest in the capital city. After much discussion, it was decided the pilots would fly to Aruba after dropping the team off at the Caracas airport. There, they would wait until the next day to return to Caracas to pick up the team after they’d completed their mission. Coordinating flight times was impossible since Brittany wasn’t sure how long it would take for Ramirez’s cargo plane to make the flights to and from Bogotá. Evelyn rented a small van at the airport to transport the team and their equipment from the marina to the airport. The rest of the day, Brittany and her team checked out their weapons and stuffed their backpacks with ammunition, water and snack items. The conversation was minimal. The team seemed to prefer the quiet and solitude atmosphere. The demeanor hadn’t changed much Wednesday morning. Everyone was on edge, including Evelyn. She paced back and forth on the rear deck of the cruiser, glancing at her watch every few minutes. Late Wednesday afternoon, the team loaded their equipment in the rental van for the brief trip to the airport. Evelyn’s Cessna Citation was sitting on the tarmac, its two pilots patiently waiting. Trace and Wayne helped get the team’s gear onboard the aircraft. Brittany was the last to board the plane. Trace grabbed her by the arm as she started to ascend the steps to the plane. “Just come back to me.” He muttered, giving her a kiss. “I will. I promise.” Brittany replied. The private jet taxied out onto the runway as the copilot made last minute checks of the aircraft’s flight systems. Karen, sitting in the adjoining seat next to Brittany, grasped her hand tightly. Both women’s hands were damp with nervous perspiration. “Oh God, we’re never going to make it back!” Brittany thought, looking out the window as the plane sped down the runway. “I should have told Trace I loved him.” Two hours later the jet landed at the smaller of the two airports at Caracas. Ramirez’s cargo plane, a Curtiss C-46 Commando was parked near the end of a row of aircraft. Brittany pointed it out to the pilots so they could taxi towards it. The cargo plane’s pilot and copilot were kneeling alongside the plane; repair something on the landing gear. The C-46 looked like it had seen better days. The paint had faded to a dull green and there were several noticeable dents in the fuselage. All the plane’s markings had been scraped off. It was hard to tell how old the aircraft was but it was too old to be safe. “Wonder if they’re working on it or kneeling down praying for it.” Jake kidded. Pulling up in front of the cargo plane, the pilots throttled the planes engines back on the private jet. The team wasted no time disembarking, observing security officials off in the distance taking notice of their presence. As soon as everyone was clear of the plane, the pilots hurriedly taxied back out onto the asphalt runway. “Hey y’all!” The pilot greeted. “Climb on aboard. We’ll be ready in a minute.” Everyone picked up on the southern accent. Brittany noticed his oil-stained NASCAR ball cap pulled down over his eyes. The pilot was unquestionably an American from the Deep South. He was tall and lanky, his clothing blue jeans and a red and white checkered shirt. The copilot appeared to be of Columbian descent. His dark complexion and coal black hair quite distinguishable of his nationality. The cargo plane had no seats, just cargo netting fastened to the sides of the fuselage. The only windows on the plane were in the cockpit. Richard and Jake sat down on the floor across from Karen and Brittany. Everyone’s eyes glanced over the plane’s interior noticing its deteriorating condition. “You gave a million and a half for this plane ride!” Jake exclaimed, grinning. “Hope there’s an in-flight movie.” The pilots boarded the plane, securing the large cargo door behind them. The pilot forced a steel bar into the latch to keep it secured. “Which one a you’s Brittany?” The pilot asked in his southern accent. “I am.” Brittany quickly responded. “I’m Hank Ingram.” He stated, extending his hand to shake Brittany’s. “We gotta make a stopover at Arauca and top off the fuel tanks.” Hank continued. “It’s about halfway.” “What time do you figure we’ll land in Bogotá?” Brittany asked. “If we don’t run into trouble at Arauca, we should reach Bogotá by 2:00.” The pilot responded. “Them DEA boys’ll should be south of Bogotá that time of the night.” Including the stopover in Arauca, the flight would take almost ten hours to make. The Curtiss cargo plane lumbered down the runway with its twin engines at full throttle. Once in the air, the plane slowly gained altitude as it banked towards the south. Using her backpack for a pillow, Brittany stretched out on the floor. Lighting up a cigarette, she watched the smoke rise lazily towards the ceiling of the plane. Richard and Jake leaned back against the fuselage, trying to settle in for the long trip. Karen walked up towards the cockpit, stooping down to chat with the pilot. It was dark when the Curtiss C-46 landed at the airfield in Arauca. There wasn’t any airport, not even a hanger. The only buildings were two open-sided metal sheds that housed fuel drums. The runway was hard-packed dirt with a few ruts and chuckholes. Minimal lighting was provided by a single gas generator. “Y’all stay onboard and outasight.” Hank warned, removing the bar from the door’s security latch. While Hank and his copilot topped off the fuel tanks, the four team members remained silent inside the aircraft, waiting patiently to continue the flight to Bogotá. Once back in the air, everyone made last minute checks of their weapons, ammunition and supplies. Brittany’s hands were shaking as she lit up another cigarette. “Thought those things were supposed to calm you down?” Jake kidded. “They do.” Brittany responded, taking a hard drag off the cigarette. “This is as calm as I’m gonna get.” It was just after 3:00am when Hank lowered the landing gear on the aircraft. Hearing the gear lock into place made everyone jump and their tensions rise. “Everyone remember their assignments?” Brittany asked. Richard, Jake and Karen nodded their heads. The plane bounced along on the dirt runway just north of the city. Gradually slowing down, Hank guided the aircraft into a grassy area just off the end of the runway. “One hour, that’s all I can wait!” Hank shouted from the pilot’s seat. “Use your flashlight to signal me when you get back so we don’t shoot your ass!” The copilot released the bar on the security latch, swinging the door outward. Brittany and Karen jumped off the plane with Richard and Jake right behind them. Getting their bearings from the lights of the city below them, they headed out through the thick ground cover. Making their way into the darkened outskirts of the capital city, they scurried from one dilapidated house to another. “I gotta pee.” Karen whispered. “Tough!” Brittany retorted. “You’re just gonna have to hold it now.” Brittany spotted Carmen Alverez’s brothel a few blocks ahead of them. Checking her watch, she noticed it was almost 4:00am. Her timing was more luck than planned. Approaching the building along the alley, the sound of a vehicle approaching forced them to seek hiding behind a huge pile of trash. The vehicle passed by them, pulling up to the elevated wooden platform at the side of the building. Two men got out of the vehicle, one made his way up the few steps to the service entrance while the second opened the rear doors on the Landcruiser. Richard nudged Brittany with his elbow, startling her. He and Jake had their survival knives drawn. The knife blades were broad with serrated edges along one side. The two men crept away from Brittany and Karen, making their way down the dark alley. When both men entered the brothel’s service entrance, Richard and Jake scurried across the alley, taking up positions on each side of the doors. Brittany and Karen could barely see what transpired. There was a flurry of activity accompanied by muffled sounds. “Ok.” Richard’s voice finally came over the headsets. “We’re clear.” Brittany and Karen checked both ends of the alley before running towards the service entrance. The two men lay covered in blood alongside the wooden platform. Jake and Richard wiped the blood from their knives before returning them to their sheathes. “Turn off the Landcruiser.” Brittany whispered in her headset microphone. “We’ll use it to make our escape.” The interior of the brothel was pitch dark. The stench of alcohol permeated from the brightly flowered carpeting. Brittany turned on her small flashlight, barely illuminating their way as they ventured into the main room of the building. Finding the stairway to the upper floors, Brittany signaled Jake and Richard to stand guard while she and Karen ascended the steps. The walls of the first floor were painted a bright and gaudy red. The house was eerily silent. The only sounds were the light whirring of the ceiling fans. Approaching the landing on the second floor, Brittany turned off her flashlight. The two women stood on the landing, carefully peering down the hallway. The only sound and faint glimmer of light was coming from the next level. Brittany and Karen both took a deep breath before ascending the next set of stairs. Brittany tucked the flashlight in her back pocket. As the duo made their way to the third floor, the soft music became clearly audible. A faint light in the bedroom barely illuminated the hallway. Brittany and Karen crept carefully towards the bedroom. Sounds of two people having wild and rampant sex filled their ears over the soft music. Brittany and Karen had their Glock .45 caliber handguns drawn and ready to fire. Karen spotted an Intratec Tec-DC9 semi-automatic pistol lying on the floor near the foot of the bed. She nudged Brittany, motioning at the weapon. Brittany nodded her head in acknowledgement of the weapon’s presence. Brittany carefully peaked into the dimly lit bedroom. A blonde-headed young man was fucking Carmen Alvarez in the missionary position. Her moans filled the bedroom as he pounded his huge cock into the older woman‘s wanton pussy. Brittany stooped down on all fours and crept slowly towards the bed. Karen was right behind her. Nearing the bed, Brittany gently pushed the pistol underneath the bed, well out of easy reach. Brittany made the initial move. Jumping to her feet she grabbed the young man by his hair, thumping him lightly with the butt of her handgun. Just as Carmen Alvarez was about to scream out, Karen struck her in the mouth with the barrel of her handgun. Blood spurted from her facial wounds down onto her bare breasts. Her upper lip was split wide open. Brittany grabbed the woman by the hair, pulling her violently off the bed. She tried to scream out but the blood was flowing into her mouth. “Where’s the women, the blonde haired women?” Brittany shouted. Carman Alvarez was more concerned with her facial injuries than answering the question. Karen repeated the question but the woman still refused to answer. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 10 Karen had her Glock .45 pressed against the face of Carmen’s lover, forcing him down on the bed. He was trembling, scared that Karen was going to assassinate him. “Shoot his dick off!” Brittany exclaimed. “This bitch isn’t talking!” Karen grinned as she took a firm grasp on the young man’s cock, pulling on it hard. “NO! NO!” The man screamed. “My pants. Get keys!” Brittany, with her hand still grasping Carmen Alverez’s long black hair, trained her gun on the man while Karen searched his pants pockets. Finding them, she jingled them at Brittany. “Use the straps to tie him to the bed.” Brittany commanded. “Use one on his mouth too.” Karen used plastic tie straps to quickly tie the man’s arms and legs to the bed. Forcing his mouth open with the barrel of her handgun, she used one of the plastic ties to keep him from crying out for help. Brittany dragged the bleeding woman by her long black hair out of the bedroom. After checking the rooms on the top level and finding none of the women, Brittany pulled Carmen down the stairway. All of the rooms on the second floor had deadbolt locks on the doors. Karen’s hands shook uncontrollably as she started trying the keys. Brittany tried to look at her watch, but the darkness kept her from reading the dials. She was sure time was getting away from them, valuable time. After opening several of the locked bedroom doors, Karen found two women; both blondes but they weren’t the twin sisters. “We’ve got two of the women!” Brittany spoke into her headset microphone. ”I’m sending them down to you.” “Go downstairs!” Brittany commanded to the women. “There’s two guys who’ll take care of you.” The two women, both in their mid-twenties, wasted no time in getting down the stairs to the first level. Carmen Alverez tried to break loose from Brittany’s grasp. Brittany thumped her lightly on the head with the butt of her handgun to get her to quit resisting. The woman angrily mumbled something incoherently. Unlocking the door to the last bedroom on the floor, Karen found the twin sisters, crouching terrified in the corner of the room. She had to pull the two women to their feet to get them to move. “We’ got em.” Brittany exclaimed, into her microphone. “We got the twins!” Brittany and Karen were both relieved to have found the women but their mission was far from over. Descending the stairs to the main level, Carmen Alverez attempted to break free from Brittany’s grasp. Striking Brittany in the face with her fist, she succeeded in breaking loose. Turning to run back up the stairs, Brittany squeezed off two quick shots. Both rounds hit their target, one striking the woman in the back of the head, the other between the shoulders. Alverez’s body fell forward on the stairway, blood streaming from her fatal wounds. “Come on!” Come on!” Karen shouted at Brittany. “We’ve gotta get the hell outta here!” Brittany was the last to run out of the building. Jake was behind the wheel of the Landcruiser with Karen next to him. The four women were packed into the back seat. Richard opened the rear doors for him and Brittany. In the darkness and confusion, Brittany tripped over one of the dead men lying next to the vehicle, striking her head on the tailgate. Richard grabbed her arm, helping her into the back of the vehicle. Jake sped down the alley towards the street. Driving with his lights off, he didn’t see the wooden cart partially blocking the intersection. The Landcruiser struck the rear of the cart, splintering it to pieces. Jake kept his foot down on the accelerator as he made a wide sweeping turn heading towards the airplane‘s location. With her head resting in Richard’s lap, Brittany looked out the rear of the vehicle as the edge of the city slowly faded from view. “We made it Babe.” Richard murmured to Brittany. “We made it.” Brittany didn’t respond to his comment. Her head was hurting and she couldn’t see out of her left eye. She feared she was about to lose consciousness. Approaching the landing strip, Jake turned on the Landcruiser’s headlights, flashing them on and off. Brittany could faintly hear the plane’s twin engines turning over, trying to start. Jake pulled alongside the aircraft. The women jumped out of the vehicle and ran towards the plane without being told. With Richard’s assistance and strong arms, Brittany managed to climb on board the cargo plane. She barely remembered the door being secured with the steel bar before passing out. The plane lumbered down the dirt runway and lifted into the air just clearing some trees. Richard stretched Brittany out on her back, placing her backpack beneath her head. Her face was swollen and badly bruised. One of the rescued women crouched down beside Brittany, examining her face. “She’s got a blood clot next to her eye.” The blonde-haired woman stated. “It’s putting pressure on it.” “We need to relieve the pressure or she could lose her vision.” The woman added. “Are you sure?” Richard asked. “Are you a doctor?” “No.” The woman answered. “I’m a nurse.” “What can we do?” Karen asked, kneeling at Brittany’s feet. “Has any of you got a small knife?” The woman asked, looking at the men. “I’ve got a pocketknife.” Karen quickly replied, taking the object out of her backpack. “Someone’s going to have to hold her head steady.” The nurse stated. “And her arms and legs in case she comes to.” Richard held Brittany’s head while Karen pinned her arms down while sitting on her legs. Jake held his flashlight over Brittany’s face as the woman delicately made a small incision next to Brittany’s swollen eye. Dark red blood spurted from the incision onto the plane’s floor, splashing on the woman. Jake handed the woman a packet of wet wipes to clear away the blood. The woman daintily brushed the wipes over the wound, gently squeezing out the excess blood. After soaking the incision with astringent, she took some clean gauze from Jake’s first aid kit, applying it to the wound “Hold the gauze gently.” She said to Richard, placing his hand over the bandage. The woman took a vial of morphine and a syringe from the first aid kit. She gave Brittany an injection to ease the pain and make her rest comfortably. Four hours later the plane approached Arauca. Hank Ingram ordered his copilot to lower the landing gear. The plane hit the dirt landing strip hard, bouncing on its balloon tires several times. The sudden jolts briefly woke Brittany from her drug-induced state. “It’s ok.” Richard spoke, noticing Brittany was awake. “We’re just landing for fuel.” Ingram taxied up to one of the fuel sheds. He and the copilot jumped out of the plane, running for the fuel hoses. They noticed no one else was around, which was highly unusual. There were always three or four men at the fuel depot. It was never deserted unless DEA were in the area. After quickly topping off the fuel tanks, Ingram and his partner climbed back into the aircraft. The copilot jammed the door latch with the steel bar, while Hank turned over the engines. Within minutes the Curtiss C-46 was speeding down the runway, its engines running at full throttle. The aircraft lifted into the air, almost colliding with a DEA spotter plane. “We’ve got company!” Ingram exclaimed. Jake rushed to the cockpit. Looking out the window to the right of the copilot, he saw a DEA spotter plane banking a steep turn to follow their aircraft. “Will they shoot us down?” Jake asked. “Nah. They’ll track us into Venezuela for awhile.” Hank replied. “Probably radio ahead and alert their buddies once they figure out our course.” “They’ll be waiting for us in Caracas then.” Jake surmised, staring out at the Raytheon twin-engine aircraft following just off the right wing. “I’m not flying towards Caracas.” Ingram responded. “I’m heading towards Los Lianos. We’ll turn north towards Caracas after they get off our tail.” The DEA spotter plane tracked the Curtiss C-46 for almost sixty miles before falling back, eventually turning away. Ingram continued on his course till the city of Los Lianos was barely visible on the horizon. Turning the aircraft to the north, Ingram set course for Caracas. Jake returned to the cargo area. Noticing Brittany was awake, he knelt down next to her. “Hey Hon. We should be in landing in Caracas in about four hours.” He stated, keeping his voice low. “How’s everyone doing?” Brittany mumbled. “Everyone’s fine.” Jake responded. “Lucky for you, one of these women is a nurse.” Brittany raised her hand lazily to her injured eye. Richard’s hand was still holding the bandage in place. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to drift off to sleep. After a long flight, the airport at Caracas loomed just ahead. Its ribbons of concrete runways were clearly visible through the cockpit windows. The copilot lowered the landing gear as Hank Ingram made his descent for a landing. Once on the ground, Ingram quickly turned off the runway, taxiing towards a group of planes parked near a service hanger. Only Ingram and the copilot got off the plane, leaving the rescue team and the four women onboard. “What’s going on?” One of the women asked. “We’re waiting on another plane to pick us up.” Richard replied. “It’ll take us to Jamaica.” “Really!” A couple of the women exclaimed all at once. “Jamaica!” “Yep.” Richard responded. “Then you four will go on to Miami.” It was difficult for the women to accept the good news after having gone through the terror and horrors they’d experienced at the hands of Carmen Alverez. Evelyn’s private jet landed at the airport. Spotting the Curtiss C-46, the pilots taxied to their position. Ingram opened the door to the cargo plane, motioning for everyone to get out. With Karen’s assistance, Richard carried Brittany to the aircraft, placing her on the leather sofa. Jake gathered up all the equipment, leaving the cargo area empty. The four women anxiously buckled their seatbelts, preparing for takeoff. The pilots wasted no time taking off from the airport. The jet quickly climbed to an altitude of twenty-five thousand feet before leveling off. It was the first time in nearly twenty-four hours the team could breathe a sigh of relief. The blonde-haired nurse checked on Brittany. Taking some wet wipes, she washed her face and applied more of the astringent. Taking the last packet of gauze bandages from the first-aid kit, she gently applied them to Brittany’s wound. “We need to get her to a hospital as soon as we get to Jamaica.” The nurse stated to Richard. “She may have a slight concussion.” Two hours later, the private jet landed at the Kingston airport. Evelyn, Trace and Wayne were anxiously waiting outside one of the hangers. An ambulance and fuel truck were parked near the entrance to the building. The pilots guided the aircraft towards the building. Evelyn entered the aircraft first with Trace right behind her. Seeing Brittany with her face bandaged, she panicked. The blonde nurse consoled the woman, telling her that Brittany would be alright once they got her to the hospital. While Trace and Richard carried Brittany off the aircraft to the waiting ambulance, Karen and Jake unloaded the weapons and gear. The four women stayed in their seats while the plane was being refueled. “I’ll be back sometime tomorrow morning.” Evelyn informed Trace and Richard. “You make sure Britt gets all the medical care she needs.” Stepping onboard her private jet, Evelyn took a seat amongst the four women. After introducing herself, she informed the group as to what was going on. The women asked numerous questions about their rescuers. Evelyn filled them in during the one-hour flight to Miami, her thoughts more concerned about her closest friend. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 11 Friday morning, Brittany awoke to the sounds of muffled voices in her hospital room. Her head was throbbing intolerably. Trace was sitting on the foot of the bed. Moving her head slightly, through her blurred vision, she saw Karen and Richard sitting by the window. Trace rushed to her side, noticing she was awake. “Where am I?” Brittany mumbled. “You’re in the hospital here in Kingston.” Trace responded. “How ya feeling?” “I’m ok.” Brittany muttered. “Just get me outta here.” “You’re staying till the doctors say you can go.” Trace stated. “You’ve had a bad head injury.” Brittany was too weak to argue and the pounding in her head wasn’t letting up. A nurse came into the room, giving her some medication to ease the sickening headache. Karen approached Brittany, taking hold of her hand. “I had to shoot her.” Brittany muttered. “She’d gone back for the gun if I hadn’t.” “I know. I know.” Karen murmured. “It’s ok. You did what you had to do.” Brittany’s comment alerted Karen that Brittany might not be thinking straight, evidence of a slight concussion. After an extensive examination by the resident doctor late in the afternoon, Brittany was released from the hospital but only after promising to get plenty of rest. Karen helped her get dressed for the brief ride back to the marina. Brittany’s headache had eased but she felt strange from all the medication. Back on the Navigator cruiser, Brittany gradually started feeling better. The fresh air and warm tropical breezes cleared her head. She was still quite unstable on her feet, her equilibrium obviously hampered by the strong medication she was taking. The team kept a close eye on her for any signs of problems. “Where’s Evelyn?” Brittany muttered. “I thought she’d be back by now.” “She got delayed in Miami.” Karen replied. “She’s flying to Dallas before coming back. She’ll be here in the morning.” Brittany woke early Saturday morning after sleeping uninterrupted, cuddled safely in Trace’s arms. Her headache had dissipated and she felt steady on her feet. After taking a long, hot shower, Brittany dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. Joining the others in the salon area of the luxury cruiser, she sipped on a hot cup of coffee and lit up her first cigarette in almost two days. “What’s on the agenda for today?” Jake inquired. “You guys are done.” Brittany replied. “I’ll have Evelyn fly you all back to Tampa as soon as she gets here. She‘ll make sure you get the final payment for your services.” “What about all the guns and ammo?” Richard asked. “We’ve still got four Laws rockets left too.” “I’ll make arrangements with Duke to pick them up at the airport in Houston.” Brittany responded. “He can store them for me.” “Why don’t you sell them to him.” Trace asked. “You don’t need them anymore.” “I’m not selling them.” Brittany retorted. “I paid for them. I’m keeping them.” “Ok! Ok!” Trace responded. “Take it easy will ya?” “You and Wayne can take the boat back to Tampa.” Brittany said, glaring at Trace. “Clean it up and get rid of it.” “What about you?” Richard asked. “What are you gonna do?” “I’ll stay here till Ramirez and his wife pick up their boat.” Brittany muttered. “I’ll catch a flight back to Dallas later on.” Brittany’s curt behavior with everyone had them more than willing to get back stateside. The team went about packing their belongings for the trip. Brittany poured herself another cup of coffee before ascending the stairway to the upper deck of the cruiser. She preferred to be alone rather than in the company of her team. Evelyn arrived shortly before noon accompanied by Brad Langley. Boarding the boat, Evelyn immediately joined Brittany on the bridge. “How ya feeling?” Evelyn asked. “You looked like hell yesterday. Really scared me.” “Can you get everyone back to Tampa right away?” Brittany replied, avoiding Evelyn’s question. “Yeah, I guess so.” Evelyn responded. “What’s the big hurry?” “Take Langley with you.” Brittany stated. “He and I don’t have anything further to discuss.” Evelyn was appalled at Brittany’s strange behavior. Returning to the salon, she gathered everyone together. “Would someone mind telling me what’s going on?” She inquired. “Why’s Britt acting so strange?” “Might be the medication.” Richard spoke up. “Most likely, it’s post-combat syndrome. I acted the same way after I got back from Vietnam.” “Yeah, kind of a downer after all the shooting and killing.” Jake added. “It’s not uncommon, considering what she’s been through.” “Will she be alright?” Evelyn asked. “Maybe I should stay with her.” “Best to leave her alone.” Richard responded. “Let her have time to herself. She’ll come out of it eventually. It just takes time.” Evelyn was apprehensive about leaving Brittany alone but she felt Richard and Jake knew what was best. “Just to be on the safe side, make sure we take all the guns with us.” Evelyn stated. Boarding the private jet for the flight to Tampa, everyone’s thoughts were about Brittany. Karen and Evelyn were especially worried, having second thoughts about leaving their close friend. Trace and Wayne readied the Navigator yacht for the long cruise back to Tampa. Brittany packed her belongings, moving them over to the Hatteras cruiser. She avoided contact with the two men as best she could, especially Trace. It was early evening when Trace stepped aboard the Hatteras to speak with Brittany. She was sitting quietly in the salon. “Well, I guess Wayne and I are gonna head on out.” He stated. “It’ll take us a few days to make the trip home.” “Send the money to Evelyn when you sell the boat.” Brittany muttered. “I’ll have her get in touch with you.” “You gonna be coming to Tampa soon?” Trace asked. “I doubt it.” Brittany retorted. Trace attempted to give her a good-bye kiss but Brittany abruptly pushed him away. Trace stepped off the boat, reluctantly walking back towards the other cruiser. Teresa Ramirez, along with three of her bodyguards, showed up to claim the Hatteras cruiser Sunday morning. The Columbian beauty tried to strike up a friendly conversation with Brittany but she was still distancing herself from everyone. It was late Sunday night before Brittany could get a flight out to Dallas. Arriving home early Monday morning, she collapsed on her bed, falling asleep almost immediately. For almost a full month, Brittany kept to herself, rarely leaving the confines of her apartment except to go to the grocery and drugstore. Her life felt empty with no challenges and no goals to meet. Startled every time the telephone would ring, she refused to answer any calls. Brittany gradually started coming out of her depression. In the early mornings and late evenings she would jog through a nearby park. “Jogging and smoking at the same time! Bet I look a sight!” Brittany kept thinking as she jogged by herself. Arriving back at her apartment after a late evening jog, she was greeted by a familiar voice. “Thought I’d stop by and see how you’re doing.” Evelyn said. “Seeing how you won’t answer your telephone.” “Guess I just haven’t felt much like talking with anyone.” Brittany responded, a slight hint of a smile forming on her face. “Everyone’s been trying to call you.” Evelyn stated, following Brittany into her apartment. “They‘ve all been worried about you.” “You’ve been keeping in touch with everyone?” Brittany curiously asked. “Yeah. Yeah I have.” Evelyn replied. “We’ve all been through alot together.” “So, how is everyone?” Brittany inquired. “Karen’s still with her father running the gun shop.” Evelyn responded. “I just got back from Houston, visiting with Jake and Richard. We’re starting a charter boat fishing business down in the Florida Keys.” “You’re kiddin‘!” Brittany exclaimed. “Nope.” Evelyn replied. “They loved the islands and the boats. They’re both fishing enthusiasts. We’re forming a business partnership together.” “That’s great!” Brittany stated. “You know, without their help, we could never have pulled off any of the rescues. We owe those two alot more than what we paid them.” “Not to mention the great sex!” Evelyn quipped, grinning. “Yeah. That too.” Brittany agreed, smiling. “What about the McCullough brothers?” Brittany asked. “They pooled their money and bought themselves a raceboat.” Evelyn responded. “They’re hoping to find a sponsor to keep them going. Gonna be hard with the way the economy is right now.” “Guess you may as well know.” She continued. “Trace remarried his ex-wife a week ago.” “Probably married him for his money.” Brittany smarted off. “At least I won’t have to deal with him.” “What about you?” Evelyn asked. “Thought about what you’re going to do?” “Not really.” Brittany muttered. “We talked once about writing a book together.” Evelyn stated. “I’ve been offered money for the book rights as well as options for a possible movie.” “Wow!” That’s great!” Brittany exclaimed. “You gonna go for it.” “Depends.” Evelyn spoke. “Without you, there couldn’t be a book, let alone a movie. I don’t know any of the details about what happened during the rescues.” “I can’t forget them.” Brittany remarked. “I relive them over and over almost every night.” Brittany didn’t want to admit she’d been having trouble sleeping. She blamed her poor ability to sleep on lack of sex rather than the terrifying experiences she’d survived. Evelyn took an envelope from her purse and handed it to Brittany. “What’s this?” She asked, holding the envelope in her hand. “It’s a check for the boat.” Evelyn stated. “Trace sold it for seven-hundred thousand, almost what we paid for it.” “This is your money, not mine.” Brittany responded. “Our agreement was for Jared and I to give you five-million dollars.” Evelyn spoke out. “The money’s yours, at least what’s left of it. Last time I checked there was over two million left. With that check, you‘ve got almost three.” “Well, I could use a newer car.” Brittany muttered. “Mine needs everything but a set of license plates.” “Why don’t you wait till we get back to California?” Evelyn suggested. “Jared’s got a friend who’s a Mercedes dealer. He can get you a good deal on a car.” “Didn’t realize we were going to California.” Brittany commented. “I want you to meet with the book publishers and some movie studio executives.” Evelyn replied. “We’ll split the money down the middle.” The next morning, after stopping at the bank to deposit the check, Evelyn and Brittany headed for the Dallas-Fort Worth airport. Evelyn’s pilots warmly greeted Brittany with hugs, remarking how much better she looked than the last time they’d seen her. “We should be landing in Santa Barbara in a little over two hours.” Evelyn stated. “Santa Barbara?” Brittany curiously repeated. “Did you move from Beverly Hills?” “Just me.” Evelyn replied. “Jared’s still living in Beverly Hills.” “We’re still together ……….. at least for now.” She added. “We’ll see what happens after the election.” During the flight, Evelyn filled Brittany in on the book deal she’d discussed with the publishing company. There were still quite a few details to work out, something she would have her business attorney handle. The movie deal would have to come much later, well after the book had been thoroughly marketed. Shortly after noon, the private jet touched down at the small airport just outside Santa Barbara. Evelyn’s car, a new Mercedes S430 sedan was parked just inside the hanger. The drive to Evelyn’s beachfront home was quiet but interesting, passing by homes in the millions of dollars. Evelyn’s beachfront home was located along prestigious Shoreline Drive. The walls facing the ocean were glass from floor to ceiling, even the master bedroom’s. The home was magnificent to say the least. “I see you haven’t given up living the good life.” Brittany kidded. “Well, some things you just can’t give up.” Evelyn smarted back. “How about some pizza and cold beer for lunch?” Evelyn suggested. “Sounds good to me.” Brittany replied. “Don’t think Langley will show up unexpectedly, do you? He seems to have a nose for food.” “No, but he is trying to get in touch with you.” Evelyn responded. “He is?” Brittany inquired. “Why?” “He’s got a new job, some new department he’s forming inside the DEA.” Evelyn stated. “He wants you to work with him on it.” “And put up with alot of bureaucratic bullshit!” Brittany remarked. “No thanks!” “You may want to reconsider.” Evelyn responded. “From what he’s told me, the job’s right up your alley.” It was late that night before the women called it a day. Evelyn had arranged a meeting for the two to meet with the publishing company early the next morning. “How about a nice massage to help you sleep?” Evelyn suggested, trying to suppress a grin. “Sound great!” Brittany replied. “I can’t remember when the last time I’ve had a massage.” Entering the bedroom, Evelyn went about lighting several fragrance candles strategically placed about the large room. The drapes were pulled back and the French doors opened to let in fresh air and the sounds of the ocean’s waves softly crashing against the shore. Brittany slipped out of her clothes except for her black, bikini-cut panties. Stretching out on the bed, she watched intently as Evelyn removed her clothes. She admired the middle-aged woman for staying in such great shape, retaining the figure of a much younger woman. Evelyn approached the bed, placing Brittany’s arms away from her body. Opening a designer bottle of scented massage oil, she let some of the contents drip down on Brittany’s breasts and tummy. Leaning down, she kissed her on the lips, a soft but quite passionate kiss. Evelyn’s soft hands massaged the fragranced oil into Brittany’s breasts, stirring her near dormant desires. Brittany’s nipples immediately responded to the fingers brushing against them. Growing erect, they protruded proudly from her firm breasts. Evelyn’s nipples were also erect from the cool ocean breezes wafting through the candlelit bedroom. Brittany’s eyes closed lightly feeling Evelyn’s lips teasing and sucking gently on her nipples. Raising one hand, she caressed Evelyn’s shoulder. Evelyn tugged gently on Brittany’s nipples; watching them stretch, then retract. Her actions brought a soft moan from Brittany. Withdrawing her mouth from Brittany’s breasts, Evelyn’s soft hands massaged the oil into her tummy, stopping just above the elastic waistband on her panties. Placing her hands on Brittany’s thighs, she eased them slightly apart. Evelyn trickled the warm oil down Brittany’s legs, massaging the fluid lightly into her soft skin. Though Brittany’s tensions were eased, her inner passions were highly aroused. Evelyn knew Brittany’s most sensitive areas and she played upon them, tantalizing the younger woman. “Turn over on your tummy.” Evelyn murmured. Brittany rolled over onto her tummy, her eyes looking out at towards the ocean. Evelyn trickled the warm oil onto her back, massaging the liquid into her shoulders. Evelyn’s hands worked the oil into Brittany’s back before moving down to her legs. Finishing the massage, Evelyn placed the domed lid on the glass bottle, setting it on the nightstand. Leaning down, she brushed the shoulder length hair aside covering Brittany’s neck and placed a soft kiss on a most sensitive area. “Lift up so I can slip off your panties.” Evelyn whispered in Brittany’s ear. Brittany arched up off the bed allowing Evelyn to slide the black panties down her legs. Tossing them to the floor, Evelyn grasped Brittany’s ankles, spreading her legs far apart. “Your hot little pussy needs alot of attention.” Evelyn remarked. “And I’ve got just the thing to take care of it.” Sliding out the upper drawer on the nightstand, Evelyn took out a long, slender vibrator. The flesh-colored object was shaped like a cock with veins and a mushroom-shaped head. Evelyn twisted the knob at the end of the vibrator, bringing it to life. The vibrator’s loud whirr was profoundly audible. “Ready for a little Energizer action?” Evelyn quipped, spreading the lips of Brittany’s pussy. Evelyn brushed the tip of the vibrator against Brittany’s clit, making her flinch. With her juices already flowing, the slender vibrator slid easily into Brittany’s pussy. The strong vibrations sent Brittany’s sleeping desires into high gear. Feeling the lifelike cock rubbing against the tight walls of her pussy, Brittany sensed an orgasm slowly building. Evelyn stroked the vibrator in and out of her pussy, sending tingling sensations throughout Brittany’s entire body. Brittany was forcing herself back against Evelyn’s hand as she continued plunging the buzzing vibrator in and out of her pussy, twisting it from side to side. Grinding her pelvis into the bed, she felt the vibrator bringing her nearer to orgasm. Evelyn slid the vibrator from Brittany’s pussy, placing the vibrating head against her clitoris. Brittany’s orgasm crested, sending her to the peak of pleasure. Plunging the vibrating cock deep inside her, Brittany’s hand grasped Evelyn’s forcing the slender sex toy all the way in. Brittany’s hand held onto Evelyn’s till the orgasm gradually waned. Collapsing onto the soaked sheets, Brittany felt the vibrator sending its last sensations of pleasure as Evelyn slowly removed it from her pussy. Brittany lay on her tummy, trying desperately to get her breathe. Evelyn’s hands glided gently over her back soothing her tired body. Brittany slowly rolled onto her back. Reaching up for Evelyn, she pulled the woman to her. Their heated breasts crushed together as their lips meshed in a loving kiss. Rolling Evelyn onto her back, Brittany kept her lips firmly against the woman’s. Sliding her hand down over Evelyn’s trimmed pubic hair, she teased the woman’s sensitive clit with her index finger. Evelyn’s body immediately reacted to the stimulation. “Hmmmm. Now who’s got the hottest pussy?” Brittany quipped. Holding Evelyn’s legs apart, Brittany slipped between them, her tongue licking furiously at the entrance to her pussy. Evelyn’s fingernails dug into the sheets as her body arched up from the bedding. Sliding her tongue into the woman’s pussy drove her closer to orgasm. Brittany swirled her tongue along the walls of Evelyn’s pussy, heightening her to greater pleasure. Clenching her lips onto Evelyn’s clit, she sucked lightly on the sensitive bud. Evelyn’s heels dug into the sheeting as she lifted held herself suspended on her shoulders. As Evelyn’s astonishing orgasm consumed her body, she screamed Brittany’s name out. She was cumming hard, her juices flowing through her lust filled pussy. Brittany slipped two fingers into the woman’s butt, plunging the digits all the way in. Evelyn cried out as Brittany swirled her fingers inside the woman’s ass. The sensation was driving her crazy. Evelyn gritted her teeth as she bobbed her ass up and down on Brittany’s fingers, fucking herself. Feeling Evelyn had another orgasm waiting in the lurches, she picked up the vibrator. Lubricating the sex toy with her saliva, she eased it into Evelyn’s gyrating ass. “OH GOD!” Evelyn screamed out. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Goddddddddddddd!” Brittany pushed the vibrator in halfway before twisting the knob on the end. The vibrator hummed its tune of pleasure inside Evelyn’s ass. “More! I want more!” Evelyn cried out. “All of it! Shove it all the way in!” “Evelyn, you fucking little whore!” Brittany kidded. “You just can’t get enough of a good thing, can you?” Brittany pushed the vibrating cock all the way in, keeping a firm hold on the knob. Twisting the control, she sent the vibrator into high speed. Evelyn’s ass rocked back and forth as the toy worked her shameless body towards a mind-blowing orgasm. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 11 “ARGHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” She moaned as her body trembled frenziedly. Brittany fucked the vibrator in and out of Evelyn’s butt as the orgasm continued on and on. Evelyn’s face cringed as the orgasm peaked more than once, sending her into another world, a world of newfound pleasure. When the orgasm finally dissipated, it left her breathless and at a loss for strength. Evelyn’s body collapsed hard onto the bed, slipping off the vibrator. Brittany turned the toy off, tossing it to the foot of the bed. The only sounds in the bedroom were the ocean waves crashing gently against the beach and Evelyn’s heavy breathing. Brittany ran her hands across Evelyn’s spent form, soothing her pleasure-riddled body. Evelyn’s breathing gradually returned to normal after several minutes. “First time up the ass?” Brittany murmured. “Yeah, but I hope not the last.” Evelyn muttered. “Let’s grab a shower and get some sleep.” Brittany suggested. The two women shared a long hot shower and a cold beer before going to bed. The scent of the candles along with the sounds of the ocean eased them both towards a sound sleep. Evelyn held Brittany in her arms, cuddling her close. Brittany woke early the next morning, barely after sunrise. Evelyn was sleeping soundly next to her. Easing off the bed, she put on a robe, tying the belt securely. Sauntering into the kitchen, she put on a pot of coffee before lighting up a cigarette. While the coffee brewed, she stepped out onto the deck. There were few people on the beach that early in the morning, a few joggers and an elderly couple walking their dog. Brittany leaned against the railing, enjoying the view and the fresh air. Remembering the foul smell of the brothel in Bogotá briefly crossed her mind. By the time Evelyn woke from her sound sleep, Brittany was on her second cup of coffee and fourth or fifth cigarette. Joining Brittany on the deck, she sat down in one of the cushioned chairs. “What time do we have to meet with the publishers?” Brittany inquired. “11:00am.” Evelyn replied. “My attorney will meet us in the lobby. He’ll do most of the talking but I want your input.” “I don’t know beans about writing books or publishing.” Brittany stated. “Maybe I should just sit there and look sexy.” “You always look sexy.” Evelyn responded. “But it probably wouldn’t hurt to flirt a little.” After showering, fixing her hair and putting on her make-up, Brittany dressed in a tailored, beige business suit. The hem of the skirt was short enough to make men notice, sitting down it would make men stare. “I almost feel naked wearing a skirt without a leg-arm.” Brittany casually stated. Evelyn walked towards the dresser. Pulling out a small box concealed underneath her lingerie, she handed it to Brittany. Opening it, Brittany found a four-barrel derringer and a leg holster; identical to the one she’d given to Teresa Ramirez. “Karen sent us each one.” Evelyn stated. “I was waiting till I thought you were well enough before I gave it to you.” Brittany lifted her skirt, strapping the derringer’s holster to the inside of her right thigh. Making sure the safety was on; she slid the miniature handgun into the snug fitting sheath. “That feels alot better.” Brittany said with a big smile on her face. “Now I feel dressed.” “Wanna bulletproof vest to go along with your outfit?” Evelyn joked. “Nope.” Brittany kidded back. “Once I shoot ‘em, they don’t shoot back.” Brittany sat back in the seat of Evelyn’s luxurious Mercedes sedan, enjoying the views as well as the soft music coming from the premium sound system. “So, tell me about your business deal with Richard and Jacob.” Brittany spoke up. “Did you clinch the deal?” “Oh Yeah! We clinched the deal off and on for two whole days.” Evelyn responded, breaking into a laugh. “They liked to wore my ass out.” “They’re shopping around for a boat right now.” She added. “Something reliable but with alot of amenities for the customers.” “I’m surprised they’d consider leaving Houston.” Brittany stated. “They lived there all their lives.” “Well, Richard’s divorced, hasn’t seen much of his daughter for the past several years.” Evelyn replied. “Jacob seems like pretty much of a confirmed bachelor since his wife passed away several years ago. Maybe they both just need a change of scenery. They really loved the Keys.” “Maybe I’ll stop down and see them sometime.” Brittany commented. “Boy! I know they’d really like that, especially Richard.” Evelyn remarked. “He’s the one who filled me in on what you might have been going through after the last mission. He called in post-combat syndrome or something like that.” The scenic drive down the Coast Highway to Ventura took just about an hour. Arriving at the publisher’s office building in an upscale business district, Evelyn found a parking space near the entrance. “Clark should already be here.” Evelyn stated, checking her watch. Evelyn and Brittany entered the building. Their high heels clicked loudly on the terrazzo flooring. Evelyn spotted her business attorney sitting in the expansive lobby. He returned her wave before grabbing the briefcase sitting next to his chair. Evelyn made the formal introductions before proceeding to the bank of elevators. Standing slightly to the left and behind Evelyn’s business attorney, Brittany noticed he was wearing a hairpiece, an ill-fitting hairpiece. His suit was cheap and not very well tailored. Arriving at the top floor of the building, the trio stepped off the elevator, proceeding towards the end of the hallway. The double glass doors proudly displayed the name “Thornton Publishing” in gold leaf lettering. Clark held the door open for the two women. Evelyn approached the receptionist to inform her of their arrival. Within moments, a handsome young man in his early-thirties exited his office to greet the trio. Familiar with Evelyn, he introduced himself to Brittany and the business attorney. Kyle Thornton was the president of the firm and son of the founder and CEO, Kenneth Thornton. Standing well over six foot tall, he possessed an athletic build and friendly smile. His sandy blonde hair was well groomed and his clothing was impeccable. Shaking hands, Brittany felt the warmth of his strong but gentle hand. Leading them back to his large office, Brittany was introduced to Kenneth Thornton and Barbara Cantrell. Kenneth Thornton, a fairly attractive man in his late fifties was quite taken with Brittany. Holding her hand well after they’d greeted each other, he gestured for her to sit next to him on the leather sofa. Barbara Cantrell was the firm’s chief accountant. Brittany assumed she was probably in her mid to late thirties. She wasn’t all that attractive although she did have a great figure. Her dark hair was pulled back into a bun and her business suit was definitely purchased at a discount clothing store. Wearing no make-up whatsoever, she looked masculine and boring. As the group sat around a large coffee table, Kenneth Thornton went into a brief dissertation about the firm’s publishing business. It was strictly PR and bullshit as far as Brittany was concerned but she listened anyway. Clark, Evelyn’s business attorney, reviewed the terms he would like as far as payment and time constraints for the book. He left alot of details unmentioned, important details as far as Brittany was concerned. Barbara Cantrell was busy jotting down notes on a pad she had on her lap. Brittany caught her glancing at her legs and lightly licking her lips every chance she got. Kyle Thornton listened intently to the business attorney letting him finish his presentation. “Ms. Michaels, I’d like to hear what you have to say.” Kyle stated. “After all, this book is about you and your experiences.” Before speaking, Brittany took a deep breath to calm herself. She wasn’t very happy with what had been discussed and not discussed. Brittany stated she wanted full control of what was written in the book and a say on who the author would be. She also stated she wanted a specific amount of money upfront for Evelyn and a percentage of the sales after the book hit the market. “My dear, we at Thornton Publishing don’t work that way.” Kenneth Thornton emphatically stated, resting his hand at the hem of Brittany‘s short skirt. “We pay a standard fee for your story after you sign all rights over to us.” He added, moving his hand slightly. “That’s the way it’s done.” “Well, Kenny. If you move your hand any further up my skirt, a little .357 magnum’s going to blow your hand off.” Kenneth Thornton’s face blushed at Brittany’s brazen remark. Kyle Thornton bit his lower lip to keep from breaking into a grin. Barbara Cantrell froze, as if she were afraid to move. “You’re kidding, right?” Kenneth inquired after a moment of silence. Brittany pulled her skirt up slightly, allowing the man to see she definitely wasn’t kidding. “Oh My!” He exclaimed. “You are wearing a gun.” Barbara Cantrell almost fell out of her chair trying to get a look at the derringer. In her efforts, her pencil rolled off her lap onto the floor. “You really are quite the secret agent, aren’t you?” Kenneth Thornton said with a look of admiration on his face. “Why don’t we break for some lunch and continue this meeting afterwards.” He added. “I don’t think we really have anything further to discuss.” Brittany said, in a calm tone of voice. Getting up from the couch, she glanced at Kyle Thornton. He looked greatly disappointed that Brittany was calling an end to the business meeting. From the look on Barbara Cantrell’s face, she shared his emotion. “I’ll have the book written by an author of my choosing.” She stated, glaring at Kenneth Thornton. “It’ll be published by a reputable firm, someone I can deal with on my terms.” Brittany turned away from the man, walking casually towards the door. Kenneth called her back but Brittany never broke her stride as she exited the office. Waiting in the hallway just outside the firm’s office, Brittany calmed down. After a few minutes, Evelyn and her attorney came out to join her. “You blew a good deal!” Clark exclaimed, shaking his finger at Brittany. “They’ll never consider your book now!” “You’re the one who blew it!” Brittany retorted. “You’re working for them, not Evelyn!” Clark’s facial expression changed quickly to a look of embarrassment. “What?” What do you mean?” He stammered. “They never once questioned your terms and I saw you giving old Kenny a hand signal twice, rubbing your nose.” Brittany said. “I oughta break that finger off and shove it up you ass!” “Is that true Clark?” Evelyn inquired, her voice angered. “Are you working for them?” “Well I ………. I discussed the matter with Kenneth a time or two.” The attorney confessed. “But I never set you up.” “You’re fired, Clark!” Evelyn shouted. “You’ll never work for me or my husband again!” The attorney hung his head and scurried away from the two women. Evelyn was upset but she calmed herself down. Riding the elevator to the lobby, Evelyn managed to regain control of herself. “Well, whatta we do now?” Evelyn asked. “Got any ideas?” “Lunch!” Brittany responded. “Then maybe a little shopping. After that, we wait for Thornton to call.” “You don’t really think they’re going to call now, do you?” Evelyn asked, surprised. “Not after you up and walked out of the meeting.” “I’d be surprised if they didn’t.” Brittany responded. “When ole Ken called after me, it was a dead giveaway.” “He knows I’ve got a good story and he wants it.” She continued. “But it’s got to be done my way. I‘m not conceding anything.” “Why don’t you write it?” Evelyn suggested. “You could work at the house.” “I’m not a writer.” Brittany replied. “I can put the story into words but I couldn’t make it flow. Besides, I want to be sure and protect everyone’s anonymity, especially yours and Brad’s.” It was late afternoon when the two women arrived back at the beach house in Santa Barbara. Evelyn checked her voice mail while Brittany carried their purchases into the bedroom. “Guess what?” Evelyn exclaimed, rushing into the bedroom. “Kyle Thornton left a message on my voicemail. He wants to have another meeting.” “Told ya!” Brittany responded, grinning. “They smell money!” “You think we should wait or go ahead and call them back now?” Evelyn inquired. “Go ahead and call them but let’s schedule the meeting for here at the house instead of their office.” Brittany replied. “I want home field advantage.” “Besides.” She added. “If they’re willing to drive all the way out here, it’ll tell me just how anxious they really are to have my story.” “I know what I’ll do.” Evelyn stated. “I’ll invite them out for lunch. I can pick up some stuff at the deli and a bottle or two of French wine.” “Better make sure we’ve got plenty of cold beer.” Brittany suggested. “I’m betting Kyle’s a beer drinker.” “You wouldn’t try and get him drunk so you could take advantage of him, would you?” Evelyn kidded. “Only if he plays his cards right!” Brittany smarted back, smiling coyly. Evelyn made the call to Thornton Publishing, inviting them out for lunch the following day. Kyle Thornton readily agreed to meet with the two women at the Santa Barbara beach house. It was one strike in Brittany’s favor. The next morning, Evelyn and Brittany made a trip to the deli arranging for several trays of food to be delivered for the business luncheon. Shopping at an exclusive wine merchant, the two women purchased several bottles of Bouvet NV Brut, a dry French white wine. With an hour or so before their guests were scheduled to arrive, Brittany and Evelyn discussed their plans for the meeting’s agenda. This time, Brittany would do all the talking. Evelyn would agree emphatically with everything she said. The two would try and keep commanding control of the meeting. Kenneth and Kyle Thornton, along with Barbara Cantrell arrived right on time. Evelyn escorted the trio through the house and out onto the rear deck where Brittany was waiting for them. Sitting around the table, the group had a picturesque view of the ocean although the men were more interested in viewing Brittany. So was Barbara Cantrell! Dressed in form-fitting black leather slacks and a white lace blouse with black trim, she presented a dominant figure with style and feminine beauty. “Ms. Michaels, we’d really like to come to an agreement on your book.” Kyle stated. “I assure you, our firm is interested in publishing your story.” “Fine.” Brittany responded, calmly. “But, I should state up front, I’m not willing to flex from any of my previous requirements.” “I take it, you’re not willing to negotiate then?” Kenneth Thornton inquired, keeping his hands to himself. “It’s not so much the money I’m concerned with.” Brittany replied. “It’s how I want the story presented. I won‘t stand for it to be written like some sleazy sex novel.” “Was there alot of sex going on during the missions?” Kenneth Thornton asked. “Amongst the team members, yes.” Brittany casually answered. “But never with any of the women we rescued.” “What about the information you had to work with?” Kyle Thornton inquired. “How did you go about getting it?” “I can’t divulge my resources.” Brittany replied. “There are several people who’ll have to remain anonymous. I’ll have to come up with fictitious names for certain people.” “What about dialogue?” Kyle asked. “Do you remember things that were said during the missions?” “Every word.” Brittany answered. “I can remember everything that was said, almost word for word.” “What about the rescue missions themselves?” Kenneth queried. “Can you recall much of the details?” “I remember every detail, from every color of the landscapes, the different smells and odors, even the details of who shot who.” “Was there alot of killing?” Barbara Cantrell asked in a soft voice. It was the first time the woman had spoken up in either of the meetings. She had always remained silent, jotting down little notes on her pad. “Yes. I’m afraid there was.” Brittany choked out the words. “We pretty much ambushed everyone. We had the upper hand.” “That must have been awful?” Barbara stated. “It’s a wonder none of you were killed.” “Yeah, I guess.” Brittany responded, her mind drifting as she remembered Trace getting shot on the boat dock during the first mission. “You mentioned something about choosing your own author to write your book.” Kenneth Thornton said, breaking the brief moment of silence. “Yeah. I’d like to have Dayton Cavanaugh write the book.” Brittany stated. ““I like his style of writing. I think he’s someone I could work with.” “Are you willing to pay his fee for doing the writing?” Cantrell inquired. “If we can strike a deal, yes.” Brittany replied. “Unless you‘re willing to pay the writer’s fee in lieu of a percentage of the sales.” “Barb, why don’t you run the figures.” Kenneth Thornton suggested. “See how the numbers stack up.” Thornton’s remark, strike two in her favor, alerted Brittany that Thornton Publishing was undeniably playing by her rules. “Why don’t we break for lunch?” Evelyn suggested. “All this talk is bound to be making everyone hungry.” While Evelyn entertained her guests in the kitchen with several trays of food, Brittany refilled her glass of wine and stepped out onto the deck. Walking to the far end, she lit up a cigarette. Watching the waves rolling up on the beach, she hadn’t noticed Kyle Thornton walk up behind her. “Not hungry?” Kyle asked. “You certainly can’t be on a diet.” “My appetite tends to lean more towards cigarettes than food.” Brittany replied, startled by his sudden appearance. “I couldn’t help but notice the mention of killing people had a strange effect on you.” Kyle commented. “You seemed to drift off, like you were reliving the moments over again.” “I was just remembering the one incident where one of the team got shot in the leg.” Brittany responded. “It was my fault. I wasn’t paying attention and let my guard down.” “What about those people that you wounded?” Kyle asked. “Did that bother you?” “We didn’t wound anyone.” Brittany casually answered. “We shot everyone, made damn sure they were all dead.” Brittany’s casual remark stunned Kyle, enough to make him stop eating his sandwich. He stared at Brittany in disbelief for a few moments before speaking. “You enjoyed killing all those people?” He asked, his voice barely audible. “Yeah I did.” Brittany replied. “Actually, I think I loved killing the bad guys.” “In other words, it got you off.” He commented. “I mean …………” “Well, not like that.” Brittany quickly replied, suppressing a smile. “I felt I was accomplishing something worthwhile. Doing my part to serve up some justice.” “I take it, you feel comfortable with a gun in your hand.” Kyle remarked. “More so than a computer keyboard.” Brittany quipped. “Did the others on your team feel the same?” Kyle asked. “Just Karen. She couldn’t wait to do a headshot.” Brittany responded, her words flowing casually from her lips. “She loved to see someone’s head explode.” “My God! I can’t wait to read this book of yours!” Kyle remarked. “It’s got the makings of a best-seller!” Strike three! Kyle’s revelation had put her in the win column and Thornton Publishing out of the contest. “That’s why it’s going to cost you a half-million to get it.” Brittany remarked, taking the last drag off her cigarette before tossing it away. Kenneth, Barbara and Evelyn came back out onto the deck, taking their seats around the table. Kyle and Brittany strolled over to join them. “Barb’s ran the numbers on your offer to pay for the writer’s fee.” Kenneth stated. “We’re willing to pay Cavanaugh in lieu of the sales percentage.” Bikini And A Badge Ch. 11 “We just need to settle on the purchase price for your story and the copyrights.” He added. “We won’t consider the story unless we own the copyrights to go along with it. It‘s simply good business practice.” Brittany hesitated briefly before replying. It was a ploy to make the trio think she was reluctant to sign a deal with them. It gave her time to up the ante. “I want a half-million for the story.” Brittany boldly stated. “Another two-hundred thousand for the copyrights. But, I want to retain all rights for a movie deal.” “Half now and half when the book’s done.” Kyle responded before his father had a chance to open his mouth. “I’ll have a check ready for you in the morning. I‘ll have our legal department draw up the agreement. You can sign off on it when you pick up the check” “You will be picking up the check, won‘t you?” He asked, grasping Brittany’s hand in his. “Of course.” Brittany said, putting on her sexiest smile. “Say, around 11:00?” “Let’s make it 12:00.” Kyle replied. “We’ll go somewhere nice for lunch to celebrate.” The meeting adjourned with everyone shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries. Evelyn and Brittany walked the trio to the door. Kyle slipped his arm around Brittany’s waist at the door, giving her a gentle squeeze. The two women stood at the front of the house until Kyle’s black Jaguar XJ sedan pulled out of the circular driveway onto Shoreline Drive. Once back in the house, both women breathed a sigh of relief. “I should hire you to run my business interests.” Evelyn kidded. “You practically had them eating out of your hand. “Course, you haven’t clinched the deal yet!” She added. “Oh, I’ve got a feeling Kyle and I will clinch the deal after lunch tomorrow.” Brittany quipped. That evening, Evelyn and Brittany went out for dinner to celebrate their successful business deal with Thornton Publishing. “Have you decided what you’re going to do with your money?” Evelyn inquired while they ate. “I’m taking just enough to buy myself a car.” Brittany replied. “The rest I’m not sure.” The next morning, Brittany prepared for her meeting and luncheon with Kyle Thornton. After showering, fixing her hair and putting on her make-up, she picked out an appropriate outfit to wear. Deciding on a red leather skirt and dress blouse, her matching red high-heels were the perfect accent to her appearance. “Woohooo!” Evelyn exclaimed. “You look hot! “Thanks.” Brittany said. “I hope Kyle Thornton has the same opinion.” “Kyle’s got one thing on his mind.” Evelyn commented. “You’re not wearing that gun, are you?” “Of course.” Brittany replied. “It’s become a part of me.” Borrowing Evelyn’s Mercedes, Brittany drove herself to Thornton Publishing. Kyle was anxiously waiting for her at the receptionist’s desk. Holding the glass entrance door open for her, he gestured Brittany towards his office. Brittany sat across from his desk “I had the contract written just as you requested.” Kyle stated, pushing the multi-page agreement towards her. A check for three-hundred and fifty thousand dollars was attached to the contract. Brittany put on her glasses to read the contract thoroughly before signing it. Kyle waited patiently, not wanting to rush her. The contract, as Kyle had stated, was written to her exact specifications. After affixing her name to the contract, she removed the check, stuffing it into her purse. “Now that that’s out of the way, why don’t we go to lunch?” Kyle suggested. Dining at a trendy restaurant just up the coast from Ventura, Kyle and Brittany discussed numerous subjects, including the sexual encounters that occurred during the time between missions. Brittany was careful not to mention Evelyn Brook’s involvement in any of the escapades. With her husband, Jared running for public office, a sex scandal would end his election hopes. After lunch, Kyle suggested a ride north along the Coast Highway to a little hideaway near Shadyland Cove. Pulling up to a quaint little seaside cottage, he escorted Brittany inside. The cottage was small but functional. Two bedrooms were located off the small living area; one faced the ocean, the other the main highway. Stepping out onto the small deck, Brittany scanned the panoramic view. Kyle joined her, carrying two glasses of chilled red wine. “It’s nowhere near the house you’re living in but I just use it for special occasions and getaways.” Kyle stated. “Special occasions?” Brittany quipped, coyly smiling. “Or sexual occasions?” “Both.” Kyle responded, setting his glass down on the railing. Putting his hands on Brittany’s waist, he pulled her gently to him. Their lips met in a long, soft kiss, awakening her desires. Guiding Brittany back into the cottage, the two proceeded to one of the bedrooms. Kyle’s fingers traveled quickly over the buttons on Brittany’s blouse, slipping them loose. His warm lips kissed Brittany’s shoulder as he slipped the blouse down her arms. After tossing the blouse on a nearby chair, his skillful fingers sought the zipper at the back of her skirt. “Anything I should know about before I slide the zipper down?” Kyle whispered in Brittany’s ear. “Don’t worry, the safety’s on.” She stated. Unzipping the leather skirt, Kyle let it fall to the floor around Brittany’s ankles. Kyle’s eyes had to look down at the .357 derringer strapped to Brittany’s leg. Stepping out of her skirt, Brittany pulled the Velcro fastener apart, tossing the weapon on the chair with her blouse. Kyle’s face grinned as he looked over every inch of Brittany’s body, dressed only in matching bra, panties and red high-heels. Brittany unhooked the front clasp of her, parting the garment. Her bare breasts brought a lustful smile to Kyle’s handsome face. Brittany kicked off her shoes before stretching out on the queen-size bed. “You gonna just stand there or you gonna join me?” Brittany asked. Kyle quickly slipped out of his clothes, tossing them helter-skelter. Wearing just his briefs, he climbed on the bed with Brittany. Pulling her close, he kissed her hard and passionately. Brittany’s lips responded to his, her tongue plunging into his mouth, flicking wildly. Brittany’s hand brushed down Kyle’s muscular chest and tummy. Slipping her hand beneath his briefs, she grasped his massive cock. “Hmmm. Hope that’s for me!” She muttered in Kyle’s ear. “Every inch.” Kyle responded. “I’m gonna fuck your hot little ass till you scream for mercy.” Kyle’s lips kissed Brittany’s firm breasts, his mouth sucking gently on her hard nipples. Brittany’s hand held the back of his head to her breasts, savoring the sexual sensations as his tongue flicked over her nipples. Kyle’s hands tugged at the waistband of Brittany’s panties, pulling them down her long, slender legs. Tossing them to the floor, he grasped Brittany’s ankles, spreading her legs wide. Kyle pressed his lips hard against her pussy, his hot tongue licking slowly up and down her heated slit. Brittany hands pressed Kyle’s head against her pussy as she ground her ass against the bedding. Sliding his tongue deep inside Brittany’s pussy, he brought her up slowly to an astonishing orgasm. The prolonged orgasm forced her body to buck violently against Kyle’s face. Her fingernails dug into his scalp, causing him to scream out in pain only to be muffled by Brittany’s loud moans. As the ultimate sexual pleasure waned, her grip on Kyle’s head relaxed. Brittany aggressive sexual behavior only served to heighten Kyle’s sexual desire. His rock hard cock strained to be released from the restricting confines of his briefs. Kyle yanked his briefs off. His massive cock jutted proudly from his body. The large head of his cock looked as big as her fist. Brittany took a deep breath, preparing to be impaled by the huge organ. Kyle positioned himself between Brittany’s legs. Guiding the head of his cock to her pussy, he pushed the head into her wet slit. Brittany gasped aloud as the thick shaft slipped deeper and deeper insider her with each hard stroke. Her pussy felt stretched beyond its limits. Lubricated by her juices, Kyle’s enormous cock plunged to its full length. His large balls bounced against Brittany’s ass as he plunged his cock into her hard and fast. Brittany locked her ankles together behind his back to restrain his hard strokes. Kyle’s strength greatly outmatched Brittany’s. Lifting her completely up from the bed, his hands grasping her butt, Kyle fucked his cock deep into her pussy. Her orgasm built quickly, almost unexpectedly. Brittany’s hands grasped Kyle’s shoulders, as the incredible orgasm consumed her body. Kyle continued slamming her body up and down on his hard cock as his climax neared. Lifting Brittany from his cock he pushed her back onto the bed. Straddling her face, he shoved his cock into her mouth just as his hot cream spewed. Brittany choked down the thick cum, gasping for breath. Kyle held her head firmly as his hand milked the last of his cum into her mouth. Brittany lay on the bed, her strength completely zapped from her body. Kyle collapsed beside her, his cock dripping the last of his cum onto the bedding. Both were having difficulty getting their breath, choking for air. After relaxing for almost an hour to regain their composure, the couple dressed and returned to Thornton Publishing in Ventura. “I’d like you to meet my wife, Melanie sometime.” Kyle stated. “She’s been wanting to meet you ever since I told her about publishing your book.” “Sure.” Brittany responded, somewhat surprised at his statement. “I’d love to meet her. You’ve got my cell phone number. Have her give me a call.” Bikini And A Badge Ch. 12 It was early evening when Brittany arrived back at Evelyn Brook’s beachfront home in Santa Barbara. Pulling into the driveway, she noticed a white Ford Taurus parked near the front door. The sticker near the license plate alerted Brittany it was a rental car. Hearing voices out on the deck, Brittany strolled out to investigate. She was slightly but pleasantly surprised to see Brad Langley chatting with Evelyn over drinks. Brad’s face lit up at the sight of Brittany approaching them. “You’re a sight for sore eyes!” He exclaimed. “Thought I was going to have to issue an arrest warrant if I was ever going to see you again.” “I’ve been busy.” Brittany responded. “Didn’t know we had anything left to discuss.” “Evelyn did tell you I was forming a new task force within the DEA, didn’t she?” Langley inquired. “Yeah, but I don’t see how that has anything to do with me.” Brittany replied, taking a seat next to Evelyn. “I’d like you to come and work with me.” He stated. “Doing what you do best.” “You mean having sex or killing people?” Brittany joked. “Mission planning and investigations.” Langley replied, grinning. “You won’t have to kill anyone.” “As for the sex.” He continued. “Well …… I’ll let you be the judge of that.” Brittany lit up a cigarette, preparing to listen to Langley’s sales pitch, more out of courtesy than consideration. Sitting behind a desk in some cramped little office in D.C. wasn’t the way she foresaw the rest of her life. Working for a government agency and playing by their rules wasn’t the way she liked to operate. The newly created task force Langley was heading up would operate outside the conventional realm of DEA tactics. The team’s objective would be to provide continuous harassment hostile to drug traffickers transporting their illegal narcotics from South America to the states. Operating from a base in Freeport on the Grand Bahama Island, the team would have the latest innovations in surveillance, tracking and communication technology at their disposal. Access to a powerboat and twin-engine aircraft would also be provided for the team. “Sound interesting but what about all the red-tape and regulations we’d have to follow?” Brittany inquired. “There won’t be any red-tape or regulations.” Brad Langley replied. “You and the team will be acting independently from the agency. Sort of like the privateers during the seventeenth century.” “What about pay?” Brittany asked. “You haven’t mentioned anything about money.” “That’s cause I’ve been saving the best for last.” He responded. “As team leader, you’ll receive a salary plus a percentage of the street market value of the narcotics. The more drugs you intercept, the more money your team will make.” Brittany had alot more questions to ask but she didn’t want to show any outward signs of interest in working for Langley right off. Stalling him with her answer might give her leverage to form the team to her liking. “I’ve got three-million in the bank.” Brittany stated. “I really don’t need to work.” “Don’t forget, you’ve got a book to put together too.” Evelyn spoke up. “That’s going to take some time.” “I’m willing to wait a few weeks.” Langley responded. “Though I would like to have your answer as soon as possible.” “I’ll think about it.” Brittany replied. “I’m not going to make a commitment without thinking things over.” “I’ve got to fly back to Washington in the morning.” Langley stated. “Can you call me before then and let me know your answer?” “No way!” Brittany exclaimed. “Give me a few days. Even if I say yes, I want your assurance I’ll have absolute control of everything including who is and isn’t on the team.” “I’m willing to go along with whatever you want if it’s within reason.” Langley responded. “As long as I get the results I need.” After Brad left to return to his hotel, Evelyn and Brittany discussed his proposal. Brittany wasn’t completely sold on the idea but she found herself intrigued by the challenge. Evelyn sensed Brittany’s interest was positive and she would eventually accept Brad‘s offer. The next morning, Brittany received a phone call from Kyle Thornton to arrange a meeting with Dayton Cavanaugh to discuss writing her story. Anxious to get started on the book, Brittany readily agreed to fly up to Redmond, Oregon to meet with the author. The following day, Evelyn and Brittany made the seventy-five minute flight for the meeting. Dayton Cavanaugh, a man in his early sixties, was very receptive to writing the book. He and Brittany agreed she would voice record her story on compact disks, then FedEx the media as she compiled the accounts of the rescue missions. Cavanaugh would have freedom to enhance and augment the story as he put her words into book form. However, Brittany would have the final say when it came to the editing. During the flight back to Santa Barbara, Evelyn brought up the subject of Kyle Thornton. “You never did say how the meeting went.“ She said. “The meeting was short, sweet and to the point.” Brittany remarked. “We had a nice luncheon afterwards.” “And after that?” Evelyn inquired. “I assume you and Kyle clinched the deal.” “Yeah, but just one time.” Brittany replied. “Once was all I could take it. I thought he was going to split me in two.” “I take it, Kyle’s pretty big between the legs.” Evelyn quipped. “Like a horse!” Brittany joked. “He’s got himself a little hideaway just off the Coast Highway.” Brittany added. “I’m betting he gets alot of use out of it.” “Wonder if his wife knows about it?” Evelyn said. “Maybe, maybe not.” Brittany replied. “That reminds me. Kyle said his wife wants to meet me sometime. I told him to have her call me but I doubt if she will.” “What about Langley?” Evelyn questioned. “Thought anymore about his offer?” “Yeah, a little.” Brittany answered. “I may call him tomorrow and talk some more about it.” The next morning, Brittany awoke early, well before Evelyn. Preparing a fresh pot of coffee in the kitchen, she looked out as a light rain fell. After showering and getting dressed, Brittany poured herself a cup of coffee and lit up a cigarette. Taking a notepad from her purse, she began jotting down notes on things she wanted to discuss with Brad Langley. Later in the morning, Brittany set up the recording equipment in one of the spare bedrooms. Evelyn sat quietly on the foot of the bed as Brittany began her story from the very beginning. The words flowed off Brittany’s lips much easier than she expected. Memories hidden deep in the back of her mind suddenly came to light. By noon, Brittany was already on her second compact disk, her dissertation of events emanating with every minute detail and word of dialogue. Taking a break for lunch, the two sat at the diningroom table discussing the progression of Brittany’s story. Taking Evelyn’s suggestion, Brittany decided to call it a day and let her mind refresh itself. There was always tomorrow. While Evelyn made backup copies of the compact disks, Brittany phoned Brad Langley in D.C. Brad pushed her for an answer right off but Brittany had questions she wanted answers to first and terms she wanted to discuss. Their phone conversation lasted for well over an hour as the two discussed details and stipulations. Brittany finally gave Langley the answer he wanted to hear. Agreeing to meet in Miami in two weeks, the two would finalize plans and begin forming the team. Over the next ten days, Brittany continued working on her story till it was finished. Dayton Cavanaugh was sending the written works down from his home in Redmond for Brittany to review and edit. She was very impressed with the way the book was progressing. While Brittany planned for her trip to Miami to meet with Langley, Evelyn made arrangements to meet with her husband, Jared, on his campaign tour. “You should drop down to Key West and see the guys while you’re in Miami.” Evelyn suggested. “They’d love to see you.” “I’m planning to.” Brittany responded. “Maybe they’ll take me out fishing on their new boat.” “Maybe they’ll want to do alot more than fishing.” Evelyn quipped, grinning. “Just be sure you take it easy on them. Remember, they are my business partners.” Early Tuesday morning, Evelyn and Brittany left the beachfront home on their respective trips. Brittany had accepted Evelyn’s offer to have the private jet at her disposal. Arriving in Miami before noon, Brittany checked into the Hyatt Regency where Langley had made reservations for a suite. Brad Langley arrived later in the afternoon with a cartload of information along with his luggage. “Let’s have dinner before we get started.” He suggested. “I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast except for some nuts on the airplane.” After enjoying a great dinner in the hotel’s restaurant, Brittany and Langley returned to their suite. “By the way. How’s the book coming along?” Langley casually asked. “It’s done. At least my part anyway.” Brittany answered. “Cavanaugh’s still writing the last chapters.” “Can’t wait to read it.” Langley commented. “Especially if I’m in it.” “You’re in it, just under a different name.” Brittany stated. “I didn’t want to jeopardize your career.” Langley opened up one of the boxes of information, taking out several folders. The first file contained information and photographs on the aircraft the team would have at their disposal. The twin-engine plane, a two-year old Piper Seneca V could seat four comfortably plus the pilot and copilot. Brittany suggested removing two of the rear-facing seats to make room for surveillance equipment. Brad consented, agreeing it was a good idea. The next folder held information on the powerboat. The three year old Donzi 38ZX wasn’t in the best of condition. It was a theft recovery that had been confiscated during a drug raid. The powerboat was currently sitting in dry dock at a marina in Fort Lauderdale where it was being reconditioned. “How long before it’s ready?” Brittany inquired. “I called them this morning before I left D.C.” Langley replied. “They’re saying another week to ten days.” “That’ll give you time to put the team together and get situated at Freeport.” He added. “I’m not sure how much you’ll need the boat anyway.” “If we’re gonna intercept drug shipments on the water, we’re damn sure gonna need a good, fast boat, not some piece of floating crap!” Brittany exclaimed. “We get this boat, it better be in damn good condition!” “Ok, Ok.” Langley retorted. “I’ll see if I can come up with another boat later on. For now, this one will have to do.” “What about the personnel files?” Brittany inquired. “Did you bring me any prospects?” “Yeah, got a bunch of ‘em.” Brad replied. “I’ve only got one prospect for a pilot though. But, he’s probably the best you’d find anyway.” Taking a folder from another case, he tossed it on the table. Brittany scanned the file over before going back and reading it in detail. The pilot, Rob Garrison, was a former air cargo pilot with several years of flying experience. He was twenty-eight years old, single, born and raised in southern Oklahoma. Brittany didn’t know anything about airplanes or pilots, except what she’d picked up flying on Evelyn’s private jet. Brittany silently admitted he was quite handsome from his picture. “If he’s all you got, I guess he’ll have to do.” Brittany finally commented, after reading the file. “I’ve met with Rob several times.” Langley stated. “He’s dedicated to putting an end to all the drug trade. His wife was killed in a car accident a couple of years ago. The guy that hit her was high on cocaine. Ever since then, he’s been an advocate of putting an end to the drug business.” “Who else did you bring me?” Brittany asked. “Any shooters?” “We’ll get to them later.” Brad responded. “Let’s talk tech people first.” Langley took a handful of folders from the case. Stacking them on the table, he handed the first one to Brittany. “I’ve sorted through these people myself.” He stated. “I think you’ll find them more than competent.” Brittany began reading through the files, one folder after another. The personnel files held information on people with surveillance and communications experience. As long as they could handle the job and work with her, she wasn’t too concerned with who got put on the team. “They look ok to me.” Brittany said, tossing the last folder on the table. “We probably only need two people for surveillance and one for communications. I don’t want anymore people on the team than’s necessary.” “Sounds fine with me.” Langley responded. “I’ll get in touch with them as soon as I get back to Washington.” “Let’s get down to something I know about.” Brittany said. “Let’s see some shooters.” Langley placed two stacks of folders on the table. Brittany was astonished there were so many applicants for her to choose from. “I’m going to bed.” Langley spoke, a big grin on his face. “You can read through these without my help.” Brad proceeded to his bedroom, leaving Brittany alone in the livingroom. Fixing herself a straight Scotch and lighting up a cigarette, she sat down on the couch with a few of the folders in her lap. After several drinks and an ashtray filled with cigarette butts, Brittany decided to go to bed. It was almost 4:00 in the morning. Passing by Langley’s bedroom, she could hear him snoring loudly, deep in sleep. It was almost noon the next day when Brittany awoke from a sound sleep. After taking a long hot shower and getting dressed, she joined Langley in the living area of the suite. He was watching a noon news program on the television. “How about some lunch?” He suggested. “It’s too late for breakfast.” “No thanks.” Brittany responded. “Just coffee and my cigarettes. That’s all I want.” Langley poured Brittany a cup of coffee from the refreshment center in the room while she lit up a cigarette. “How many of the files did you get through?” He asked. “All of them.” Brittany replied. “I picked out three people, two men and a woman.” “You got through them all!” Brad exclaimed. “What time did you get to bed?” “Around 4:00.” Brittany answered. “Didn’t take me long to go through some of the files. Others I read over a few times before making my decision.” “Who’d you end up picking?” Langley asked. Brittany walked to the table and picked up three of the file folders, handing them to Langley. “I’ll take these three.” She said. “You wanna get in touch with them or you want me to?” “I’ll take care of it.” Langley replied. “How soon do you want me to have them in Freeport?” “That’s something else we need to talk about.” Brittany stated. “I don’t think Freeport’s the place we want to base.” “Why?” Langley questioned. “It’s right at the northern edge of the Bahamas.” “That’s the reason why.” Brittany replied. “It’s too far north. Hell, it’s north of Miami! “We need to be much farther south and west.” She continued. Brittany took her laptop computer from a tan leather attaché. Booting it up, she clicked on her mapping program. Pointing out Freeport and Nassau on the screen, she noted their location from Miami. “We’re way off the trafficking lanes.” Brittany stated. “We’ll miss runners heading for the Keys, Miami and the Everglades.” “Well Crap!” Brad exclaimed. “What the hell are we gonna do now? I’ve already leased two condos in Freeport.” “That’s your problem, not mine.” Brittany responded. “We need to base at the southern tip of Andros Island. There’s several coves and inlets that are perfect for the operation. We’d have protection from storms as well as a scope on any water and air traffic traveling north.” Langley admitted he’d made a big error in picking Freeport for a base. He was now concerned with how to get out of the signed leases. “Keep one of the condos for the team to use as a retreat for R and R.” Brittany suggested. “Use the other for your own use. We taxpayers will never know the difference.” “That’ll work!” Brad exclaimed with a smile forming on his face. “After all, it is a sort of business expense.” “Are there any condos or houses available to rent at the south end of Andros Island?” He asked. “Not hardly!” Brittany answered, laughing. “There’s nothing there but beach, rocks and overgrowth.” “Fuck!” Langley shouted. “Now we are screwed! Maybe we better fall back and rethink this whole thing.” “Hang on. Let’s not give up so easy.” Brittany responded. “Let me work on the accommodations.” “Till then, let everyone know, they might be camping.” She added. “I don’t want anyone to be surprised.” “I’m sorry.” Brad said, dejectedly. “I’ve put everyone in a bad situation.” “Brad, it’s ok.” Brittany said, trying to comfort him. “We’ll get by alright. I’ll come up with something.” Her words didn’t seem like they were of much comfort even though Brittany meant what she said. “Just have everyone meet in Freeport two weeks from today.” She added. “I’ll take it from there.” “Ok. I’ll get things rolling.” Langley muttered. “Let me know if there’s anything else I can do. I’ll try and get it right this time.” “Can you leave me the file folders, just the ones I need?” Brittany asked. “The rest you can take back to D.C. with you.” “Of course.” Langley replied. “I’ve got copies of everything back in my office.” “You flying back to California right away?” He asked. “No. I’m gonna stay in Miami for a couple of days.” Brittany answered. “Do some shopping, probably drive down to Key West and visit some friends.” It was early evening when Langley left for the airport to catch a flight back to Washington. Brittany ordered dinner from room service, sitting out on the balcony, reviewing the files over for another time. The next morning, Brittany arranged for a rental car through the hotel‘s agency. She took her time making the drive down the Overseas Highway to Key West, arriving shortly before noon. Parking in the marina’s parking lot, Brittany grabbed her shoulder bag and strolled down one of the piers. She was strangely reluctant to meet her former team members, afraid they’d reject her. Thoughts of turning around and going back crossed her mind, stopping Brittany dead in her tracks. Seeing the guy’s fishing boat docked near the end of the pier, she approached it slowly. Richard was standing at the back of the boat, working on one of the fishing pole holders. He didn’t see or hear Brittany approaching, even with her high-heels clicking on the wooden dock. “Hey old timer!“ Brittany shouted, standing next to the boat. “How about a boat ride?” “Not today, Hon!” Richard responded, not taking his eyes off the task at hand. “Storm’s coming in from the west.” Richard suddenly turned around, recognizing the voice. “Oh My!” He exclaimed. “Britt!” Richard jumped up on the dock. Grabbing Brittany in his strong arms, he hugged her close, crushing her against his chest. “Jake and I thought we’d never see you again.” He muttered, his eyes welling with tears of joy. “Evelyn said you were doing alot better. I mean ……………” “It’s ok.” Brittany responded, brushing a tear from Richard’s face. “I had a weird bout with depression for awhile but I’m over it.” Richard hugged her again, not quite as hard as before. His right hand pulled her head against his chest. His heart was beating excitedly, hard and fast. “Oh God, I missed you.” He murmured. “Jake and I both have.” “Where is ole Jake?” Brittany asked, her head nestled against Richard’s chest. “He’s up at the marina store, picking up some supplies.” Richard responded, releasing his strong grasp. “He’s gonna flip out when he sees ya.” “Why don’t you show me your new boat?” Brittany suggested. “Evelyn told me about your business venture together.” Stepping onboard the boat, Richard kept his arm around Brittany’s waist like he was afraid to let go of her. The boat was a luxurious ’97 Hatteras Sportfisherman in excellent condition, sixty-foot long and eighteen foot wide. Its four staterooms and two full heads with showers could easily accommodate six passengers. The galley had all the latest in cooking conveniences. A large screen television with DVD and VCR sat in the salon. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 12 Brittany was in awe after touring the boat. Relaxing in the salon, the two sat together on the L-shape couch, sipping cold beers. Jake boarded the boat, setting his purchases down on the rear deck. When he entered the salon, his eyes immediately spotted Brittany sitting next to Richard. Rushing towards her, he picked her up in his arms, lifting her off the floor. His strong arms held her tightly. His words were choked, so much so that Brittany couldn’t make out what he was trying to say. His strong embrace told her how he felt. There wasn’t any need for words. Brittany broke down in his arms, tears streamed down her face, ruining her make-up. Jake wiped away the tears and make-up with his handkerchief. For Brittany, crying seemed to release her tensions and fears about her relationship with the two former teammates. The trio sat on the leather couch, reminiscing about their dangerous times together as well as the intimate and fun experiences they shared. None of them held back their true feelings or deepest thoughts. Brittany sensed both men were extremely happy with their business venture with Evelyn as they talked about the charter boat partnership. “The first time you had me drive that cruiser, I fell in love with boating and the ocean.” Richard stated. “I was hooked but good!” “For us, it was a natural.” Jake added. “Richard and I both love fishing. It’s like getting paid for doing something you enjoy.” “How’s the business doing?” Brittany asked. “Actually more than we can handle.” Jake answered. “We’re booked till the end of next January.” “We could damn near use another boat.” Richard added. “I hate having to turn people away but we can only do so many charters.” “Hey, why don’t you come onboard with us?” Jake suggested. “We could sure use the help.” “Oh no, not me!” Brittany exclaimed. “I don’t have the time and I sure don’t know anything about fishing.” “So, what are you planning on doing?” Richard asked. Before Brittany could come up with an answer, a loud clap of thunder shook the huge boat. Brittany jumped at the sudden noise. “Better make sure the lines are tight, maybe add an additional line to the bow.” Jake stated. “I’ll give you a hand.” Brittany offered. “I’ll secure the canvas.” Richard spoke up. The rain came quick. By the time Brittany stepped up on the dock the rain had her soaking wet. Jake retied the stern, adding another rope for assurance. Brittany pulled on the stern rope, bringing the boat against the dock bumpers. Quickly tying it off, she stepped back onto the boat almost slipping in her high-heels. Richard was securing the canvas on the bridge just below the tower. “Woohoo!” Jake exclaimed stepping into the salon. “That one came on quick!” “You better get out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold.” Richard suggested. “Yeah.” Jake kidded. “Get outta those clothes.” “Man, I never thought I’d get to say that again.” He added, grinning. Brittany unbuttoned her blouse, handing it to Richard. Unzipping her skirt, she steadied herself by putting a hand on Jake’s shoulder as she stepped out of the wet leather garment. “Give me your underwear.” Richard commanded. “I’ll get them dried out.” Jake pointed Brittany to one of the bathrooms where she could take a hot shower. The hot water streaming over her body warmed her immediately. After drying herself off on a thick bath towel, she wrapped it tightly around her before stepping out into the hallway. “There’s a shirt and your panties in the stateroom to your right.” Jake shouted. Brittany found her white cotton bikini panties lying on an oversized shirt in the stateroom. Slipping them on, she joined the two guys in the salon. Richard handed her a cup of piping hot coffee to sip. “You guys spoil the hell out of me.” Brittany joked. “I outta marry you both.” “Sounds alright by me.” Richard responded, grinning. Brittany sat on the couch between Richard and Jake as they continued their conversation. She avoided mentioning her new assignment working for Brad Langley as best she could, thinking it might upset them. Brittany mentioned the book was waiting for final editing before going to the publishers. The good news excited both men. “Are we in it?” Jake inquired. “Naturally.” Brittany replied. “Although, I did change your names to Robert and James because there were quite a few sexual escapades mentioned.” “I can’t wait to read the book.” Richard stated. “I’m anxious to see how good I was in bed.” “You both know how good you were in bed.” Brittany kidded. “You don’t have to read about it.” Richard prepared dinner on the boat after the storm passed. The chilled wine along with the fantastic meal was a real treat for Brittany. Being together with Richard and Jake was a gift. Brittany accepted their offer to spend the night in the master stateroom. Her answer brought smiles to both their handsome faces. “I don’t have to sleep alone, do I?” Brittany asked with a sly grin on her face. “No, but you’ll have to do the choosing.” Jake replied. “Unless you want us to draw straws.” “I want to spend the night with both of you.” Brittany murmured, slowly unbuttoning the oversize shirt. Sauntering towards the master stateroom at the bow of the boat, Brittany let the shirt slip from her shoulders to the carpeted floor. Richard and Jake were right behind her, trying their best to get out of their clothes before they reached the stateroom. Brittany pulled the comforter off the bed before stretching out on the cool sheets. Wearing just her white cotton panties, she looked hot and sexy. Jake got undressed first, climbing on the bed to her left. His lips kissed her softly, barely brushing against hers. Richard slipped into bed to her right, patiently waiting his chance to kiss her. Gently massaging her breasts, Richard’s kisses were hot and passionate. His tongue slipped inside her mouth, swirling against her tongue. Brittany held both men close, feeling their combined warmth against her body. Jake’s lips teased Brittany’s nipples, causing them to harden immediately. He suckled gently on her nipples, sending hot sensations through her chest. Brittany was moaning like a contented kitten purring. Her passionate love for both men had awakened. Richard’s lips kissed over her upper body, sending little sparks of electricity to her aroused desires. Jake’s warm breath across her tummy felt like a warm tropical breeze on the beach. Slipping his fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties, he slid them down her legs, tossing them to the floor. Brittany raised one leg slightly, allowing Jake to slip between them. His warm breath on the lips of her pussy made them blossom like a flower. Richard’s kisses trailed along her neckline towards her sensitive earlobes. Only Richard had ever discovered how sensitive her ears were. It was their little secret. Kissing and lightly nibbling on them put her into a world all her own. Jake’s hard tongue slowly licked up and down Brittany’s pussy. Her body moved in unison with his tongue. Her grip on Richard’s shoulder increased, feeling herself nearing an orgasm. Richard held her in his arms as Jake brought her up slowly. Just as she was about to crest and allow the orgasm to consume her heated body, Jake sucked her budding clit between his lips. The orgasm exploded like a volcano, spewing hot juices through her pussy. Brittany’s moan of pleasure was muffled by Richard’s mouth covering hers. Her pelvis rocked as the orgasm made her body shudder. Her ass ground hard against the bedding. Brittany’s left hand at the back of Jake’s head, held his mouth to her pussy as the orgasm continued on and on. It felt like it was never going to end. As the climax finally waned, Brittany’s fingers eased their grasp on Jake’s head. Richard’s mouth kissed over Brittany’s breasts, his tongue flicking feverously at her nipples. Grasping Brittany’s ankles, Jake spread her legs apart. His hard cock was poised to impale her. “Give it to me good.” Brittany murmured. “I’m gonna give it to you my way.” Jake whispered. “You’ll love it.” Pushing the mushroom shaped head of his cock between the folds of her pussy, he eased his shaft deeper and deeper into her. Fucking her slowly and gently, his tempo never changed. Jake’s cock pistoned in and out of Brittany’s pussy, gradually building a deep sexual sensation. Brittany’s eyes looked down between her breasts, watching the hard cock work its magic on her. Nearing an orgasm, Jake increased his strokes, fucking her harder and faster. Brittany’s orgasm felt like her body was crashing and exploding into small pieces. She cried out, her fingers gripping the sheets, as the orgasm ran its course. As the orgasm faded from her body it left her exhilarated instead of weakened. Jake slipped his hard cock from her pussy. He hadn’t cum inside her! Lowering her legs to the bed, he brought them together. With Richard’s assistance, he rolled Brittany onto her tummy. Jake repositioned himself at the head of the bed with Richard behind her. Brittany clutched Jake’s cock in her hand, slipping her mouth over the head. Richard’s strong arms lifted her off the bed, spreading her legs apart. His rigid cock plunged hard into her pussy, forcing her mouth down on Jake’s cock. As Richard fucked Brittany with long, hard strokes, Jake fucked her mouth. The guy’s momentum slowly increased till Richard was fucking her so hard, her ass felt like it was being slammed. Jake’s cock, pistoning in and out of her mouth, throbbed as he neared his climax. Jake’s hands gripped Brittany’s shoulders as his hot cum shot to the back of her throat. She managed to swallow it between gasping breaths. Richard pumped his load into Brittany’s pussy. It felt like a flood of warm cream as it filled her pussy. His moans filled the stateroom as he shot the last of his juices inside her. Brittany’s leg’s ached as she slowly collapsed onto the sheets. Richard slipped from her pussy, trailing a long strand of cum from his cock. Brittany lay on the bed motionless. Jake’s strong hands gently massaged her back, easing her tense muscles. In a matter of moments, she was sound asleep between her two lovers. Waking early the next morning, Brittany found herself alone in the stateroom. Rolling onto her back the cum-stained sheets stuck to her legs. After pulling them from her skin, Brittany managed to get her feet to the floor next to the bed. Wiping the sleep from her eyes, she made her way to the bathroom. After a long, hot shower, Brittany returned to the stateroom to pick up her panties. Slipping them on, she walked out into the salon. The rest of her clothes were neatly draped over a chair. Richard was in the galley, preparing breakfast. She heard Jake up on the bridge, removing the canvas covers. Brittany searched through her purse before finding a pack of cigarettes. “Don’t light that up!” Richard exclaimed. “I’ve got breakfast ready!” “And, don’t give me that just coffee remark either.” He added, grinning. Although she wasn’t hungry, the food was too good to turn down. The conversation was light, mostly about fishing and the weather. “Why don’t you go out with us today?” Jake suggested. “We’ve got a couple of guys from Detroit coming in about an hour to go out fishing. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind having you along.” “I’d like to but I’ve got some things I need to take care of before I fly back to Santa Barbara.” Brittany responded. “When you gonna come back and see us again when you can stay longer?” Richard asked. “Oh, I don’t know.” Brittany replied. “Soon, I hope.” After long hugs and brief kisses, Brittany left her two former teammates on their boat. It was difficult not to look back but she knew if she did, she wouldn’t leave. Driving north towards Miami, Brittany decided to travel on to Fort Lauderdale and take a close look at the boat Langley had acquired for the team’s use. He had briefly mentioned the name of the marine dealership where the boat was being renovated. Hi-Performance Marine was located on a canal less than a mile from the ocean. After stopping for directions, Brittany found her way to the business. Seeking out the service manager, she introduced herself before asking about the Donzi 38ZX powerboat they were repairing. The service manager, a woman in her mid-forties, smirked when Brittany asked about the boat. “It’s not worth what they’re paying to have it refurbished.” She stated. “It’s out back on dollies if you want to see it.” Brittany strolled through the shop, spotting the powerboat sitting just outside the garage area. The boat was in much poorer shape than the photographs had shown. Brittany noticed several stress cracks along the bottom of the boat and a deep gouge on the starboard side at the bow, obvious signs of collision damage. The interior passenger area was in decent shape but the area below deck had been stripped clean to haul cocaine and marijuana. Both outdrives had been removed to replace the bow seals. Greatly disappointed with the condition of the boat, Brittany decided to call Langley at his office in Washington. Langley’s secretary answered the phone, transferring her call to his office. Brittany described, in detail, the condition of the boat. After listening to her in-depth review, he was in agreement with her; the boat wouldn’t meet their requirements. “What do you wanna do now?” Langley asked “Postpone things for awhile or do you still want to get everyone together in Freeport in two weeks as planned?” “Let’s not postpone anything just yet.” Brittany replied. “I’m still trying to put things together.” After returning to Miami, Brittany contacted Evelyn’s pilots to arrange the flight back to Santa Barbara. During the flight back to California, Brittany tried coming up with ideas to get the team up and working but it all seemed futile. Arriving back at the beach house in Santa Barbara, it seemed eerily quiet without Evelyn being there. Noticing the FedEx package on the diningroom table addressed to her, Brittany opened it. It was the last chapters of the book, ready for her editing. Brittany set the document down, deciding to read it later. After a brief catnap stretched out on the couch, Brittany awoke to sounds coming from the kitchen. Looking up, she saw Evelyn preparing dinner. “How was your trip?” Evelyn inquired, seeing she was awake. “Did you get down to the Keys?” “For the biggest part, the trip was a waste of time.” Brittany replied. “Although Richard and Jake made it seem worthwhile.” “What’d you think of their boat?” She asked. “Gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous!” Brittany exclaimed. “Looks like a great setup for sport fishing.” “Did you tell them about your new assignment with Langley?” Evelyn questioned. “No! I didn’t want to take a chance on getting them all upset.” Brittany replied. Evelyn asked about her meeting with Langley. Brittany filled her in on the details of what they did and didn’t get accomplished. “I can’t see you and the team living on the beach like Robinson Crusoe.” Evelyn joked. “You gotta have some conveniences.” “It seems like the DEA isn’t allocating much money for this assignment.” She added. “At least they could have gotten you guys a decent boat, not some stripped down derelict.” “Maybe Langley’s not trying hard enough to get much money.” Brittany suggested. “Or maybe he’s holding some of it back for his own use.” After dinner, Brittany sat down to read the last chapters of the book. Everything was in order so there wasn’t any need for editing. It was a big load off her mind knowing the book was finished. After Evelyn read the last chapters, she handed it back to Brittany. “Thought about a title for the book?” She asked. “Nope. You?” Brittany replied. “How about Thunder in the Caribbean?” Evelyn suggested. “You know with the powerboats and cruisers and all.” “Thunder in the Caribbean.” Brittany said, repeating her suggestion. “Yeah, I kinda like that too. Let‘s go with it!” Brittany phoned Dayton Cavanaugh in Redmond, Oregon to inform him she was giving final approval for the book and to let him know what to title it. Cavanaugh was pleased with the women’s choice for a title, stating he’d get the finished book down to Thornton Publishing within a few days. “Well, that’s one chore out of the way.” Evelyn stated. “What’re you gonna tackle next?” “Back to putting some kind of plan together.” Brittany replied. “I’ve still got twelve days to come up with something.” Brittany set up her laptop computer at the diningroom table. After booting up a map of Andros Island in the Bahamas, she and Evelyn set about making plans for the team. Evelyn asked alot of questions about the island. Brittany filled her in on the topography and demographics of the largest island in the Bahamas group. “We need to set up a base camp here, along the Water and Curly Cut Cays.” Brittany stated, pointing to the two areas on the map. “With the radar system we’re supposed to have, we should be able to pick up any boats or low flying aircraft that pass by on either side of the island.” “What about a landing strip?” Evelyn inquired. “Is there one close by?” “No.” Brittany replied. “There’s a small airfield at Congo Town and another at Moxey but they’re way up on the eastern side of the island, almost sixty miles away.” “Where you gonna land the plane then?” Evelyn asked. “Just up the hill from Curly Cut Cay is a fairly wide flat area, maybe a mile or so long by a quarter mile wide.” Brittany answered. “Looks like there’s a road there. It’s probably dirt but I’d think a small plane could land and take off from it. I‘m hoping so, anyway.” “Still leaves the question about living arrangements.” Evelyn reminded her. “Unless, you’re still planning on camping out.” “I know.” Brittany responded. “I can’t seem to come up with anything that’s reasonable.” “I’m going to bed. It‘s almost midnight.” She added. “Tomorrow’s another day.” “Think I’ll stay up for awhile, maybe surf the net.” Evelyn said. “Don’t be downloading any porn onto my harddrive!” Brittany kidded, grinning. “None of that Big Dick Dot Com stuff!” The sound of the waves gently crashing on the beach eased Brittany into a sound sleep within minutes. The aroma of the vanilla fragranced candle on the nightstand tantalized her sense of smell. Hours later, Evelyn burst into the master bedroom, startling Brittany awake. “Wake Up! Wake Up!” Evelyn exclaimed. “I wanna show you something!” “What? What is it?” Brittany mumbled. “Come On! Come On!” Evelyn shouted, pulling the comforter off the bed. “Can’t it wait till morning?” Brittany asked, her words barely audible. “It is morning.” Evelyn stated. “Well, 4:00am anyway.” “4:00am!” Brittany exclaimed, sitting on the side of the bed. “It’s still dark out!” Evelyn grabbed Brittany by the hand, pulling her towards the diningroom. Setting her down in front of the laptop, Evelyn pointed at the computer’s display. “There’s the solution to your problem!” She exclaimed. Brittany’s eyes were still bleary from sleep. Rubbing her hands over them, they slowly focused on the picture of a huge houseboat. Brittany had to admit it was gorgeous and it was definitely big. “Nice, but it won’t do.” Brittany muttered. “The saltwater would eventually deteriorate the aluminum hull. Houseboats are usually freshwater boats.” “Read on, McDuff.” Evelyn commanded. “Not this one.” Brittany read the detailed listing on the boat. The luxury houseboat was a 2002 Somerset with a double-wall stainless steel hull, specially manufactured for saltwater boating. One-hundred foot long and twenty foot wide, the houseboat had five bedrooms plus a master bedroom with its own bathroom. There were three additional full bathrooms to accommodate guests plus a six-person hot tub on the upper level. The galley had two of every appliance imaginable. Twin two-hundred gallon fuel tanks gave it a cruising range of over five-hundred miles. The listing read on for several pages, mentioning two wave runners were also included. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 12 “Oh, it’s only four-hundred and forty thousand dollars!” Brittany exclaimed, jokingly. “You don’t really think ole Brad’s going to spring for something like this, do you?” She added. “NO! But you are!” Evelyn exclaimed. “ME!” Brittany roared. “I’m don’t wanna spend my money for a houseboat.” “You won’t have to.” Evelyn responded. “Remember the movie rights to your book?” “Yeah. So?” Brittany asked, confused at what Evelyn was getting at. “I’ll trade you the purchase price on the houseboat for the movie rights.” She offered. Brittany thought over Evelyn’s offer for several minutes before giving her an answer. “Well. Why don’t you call the owners later on and see if we can set up an appointment to see it.” Brittany finally stated, breaking her silence. “If I like it, we’ve got a deal.” “I’ll call them right away.” Evelyn responded. “The houseboat’s in Miami Beach. It’s almost 7:30 their time now.” “Fine.” Brittany muttered. “I’m going back to bed.” Brittany barely had time to curl up underneath the comforter and doze off before she was jostled awake. “Come on Sleepyhead!” Evelyn shouted. “We’ve got a plane to catch!” “Let me sleep another hour.” Brittany begged. “You can sleep on the plane.” Evelyn responded. “And put on something sexy! It sounded like a fairly young guy I talked with.” Bikini And A Badge Ch. 13 Evelyn and Brittany stopped at a convenience store for coffee on their way to the Santa Barbara airport. Boarding the Cessna Citation Eagle, Brittany glanced at her watch. It was just 7:00am, plenty of time to make their scheduled noon appointment to view the houseboat in Miami. Finishing the last of her coffee and cigarette, Brittany reclined her leather seat back to catch up on the sleep she’d lost. The trip to Miami was smooth, quiet and extremely quick. The Eagle sat down at Miami International airport shortly before 11:30am. A rental car was waiting outside the large hanger for the women’s use. “I’ll drive.” Brittany stated, carrying her shoulder bag and attaché. “You’re much too excited.” With Evelyn reading off the directions, Brittany drove through the heavy traffic to the marina along the inner causeway. “You want me to flirt with this guy!” Brittany exclaimed, jokingly. “Let’s both flirt with him.” Evelyn quipped. “I need the practice.” The boat dealership was busy taking care of customers when Evelyn and Brittany entered the large showroom. While Evelyn searched out the dealership’s owner, Brittany browsed through the numerous boats on display. The dealership carried Fountain, Eliminator and Baja performance boats and well as fishing and sport boats. One boat in particular peaked her interest, a new Fountain thirty-eight foot Lightning powerboat. “Can I help you Miss.” A male voice inquired from behind her. “How much for this one?” Brittany asked, turning towards the salesman. “It’s quite expensive.” He stated. “Even on sale, it’s almost three-hundred thousand.” “What’s the bottom dollar?” She asked. Instead of quoting Brittany a firm price, the salesman, a good-looking young man in his very early twenties, started giving her a sales pitch. After a few moments and a couple of mistakes, she interrupted the young man, giving him details about Fountain boats and in particular, the Lightning 38 that even he wasn’t aware of. “Wow! You sure know your boats!” The salesman exclaimed. “Afraid this is only my second week on the job.” “That’s ok.” Brittany responded. “Everyone’s gotta start somewhere. You might want to read the boat brochures when you get some time.” Evelyn and the dealership’s owner approached Brittany and the young salesman as they continued their discussion on the thirty-eight foot Lightning. “Britt, this is Rick Cranor.” Evelyn stated, introducing her to the man. “He’s the young man I talked with this morning.” “My wife’s already out on the boat.” Rick said, shaking hands with Brittany. “She’s the real expert on our houseboats.” Rick Cranor was in his late thirties, fairly handsome although he was slightly overweight for his five-ten height. Brittany and Evelyn followed him through the showroom, out onto the dock area. There were almost a dozen houseboats sitting moored along the long pier. “Are all these saltwater houseboats?” Brittany inquired. “Yep.” Rick Cranor replied. “They’ve all got double-wall stainless steel hulls with ten year warranties.” Stepping onboard the Somerset houseboat, both Evelyn and Brittany were impressed with its many features. The exterior of the hundred foot long boat was white trimmed in black, gray and light blue. The interior was accented with blue and gray colors. Rick handed Evelyn and Brittany copies of the detailed listing, not mentioned in the advertisement. Starting at the bow of the houseboat, Cranor pointed out every attribute, answering their questions like an expert. “We used this boat ourselves, just for a couple of trips down to the Bahamas.” He mentioned. “We just got the new 04’s in so Monica and I decided to take one for ourselves. They’re great for entertaining guests.” Brittany kept silent as she followed Cranor through the lower level of the boat. The five staterooms were more than sufficient in size as were the three bathrooms. Entering the master bedroom at the rear of the boat, Brittany was pleasantly surprised by its size and furnishings. The houseboat’s immaculate condition and luxurious features definitely stirred both women’s interests. “What about the engine compartment?” Brittany inquired. “Can we have a look at the engines?” While Brittany and Cranor walked out onto the rear deck, Evelyn strolled back towards the bow, looking through each of the rooms for another time. The engine compartment was immaculate. Stepping down into the bottom of the hull, Cranor directed Brittany’s attention to the twin 5.0L EFI Mercruisers with Bravo II drives. Stooping down to look, Brittany was careful to give him just a slight peak up her short skirt. He definitely took advantage of the view, his sales pitch hesitating briefly. While he was in the hold of the houseboat, Cranor directed Brittany’s attention to the two 20 KW Westerbeke generators as well as the other utility equipment. After closing the rear hatch, Cranor and Brittany ascended the stairway to the upper deck of the twenty foot wide houseboat. Rick pointed out the topside wet bar and hot tub as well as the command center at the front of the deck. “You can control the houseboat from either here or the cabin below.” Rick stated. “Both control centers have rearview cameras so you can see backing up.” It was all Brittany could do to control herself, becoming more and more excited as she found herself falling in love with the luxurious houseboat. Climbing down the rear ladder to the main level, she and Rick walked through the narrow hallway towards the front living area. Brittany could vaguely hear Evelyn talking with someone. Entering the salon, Brittany saw Evelyn and another woman sitting together on the couch, chatting away. “Britt, this is Monica Cranor, Rick’s wife.” Evelyn stated, introducing the two women. Brittany extended her hand to shake hands with the young woman. She was much younger than her husband, younger than even she. The woman was twenty-five at most. She was tall and statuesque with long blonde hair. Her bright green eyes set her beautiful face off perfectly. Wearing extremely short shorts and a red bikini top, Brittany was given a good look at her very shapely figure. “As soon as I heard Evelyn’s name, I remembered the newscasts about the rescue missions.” Monica said. “It was on all the news stations.” “I didn’t realize I’d get to meet the two ladies behind them.” She added. “Well, there was alot more than just the two of us.” Brittany responded, blushing. “There were quiet a few people involved to make them successful.” “Did Rick give you the grand tour of the boat?” Monica inquired, her hand still clasping Brittany’s. “Isn’t it just absolutely fabulous?” “Yes, it’s quite nice.” Brittany responding, trying to sound disinterested. “Did you notice the two waverunners on the lifts?” She asked. “They’re brand new. They still have the plastic wrappers on them.” “Yes I did but I doubt if I’d ever ride one.” Brittany replied, still trying to stay calm. “But they are quite nice.” The waverunners, 2004 Yamaha FX 140 Cruisers, were great looking watercraft and irresistible not to want to ride but Brittany didn’t want to show her enthusiasm. “Well, whatta you two ladies think of the Showboat?” Rick casually inquired. “Showboat’s what we named her but you could change that if you wanted.” He quickly added. Evelyn looked towards Brittany to get her reaction but Brittany wanted to talk in private. “Could we have some time alone to discuss business?” Brittany asked, giving Rick a soft, sexy smile. “Certainly.” Rick replied, returning her smile. “Monica and I’ll just step out on the front deck.” Evelyn followed Brittany out onto the rear deck. Leaning up against the two waverunners, the women spoke their thoughts. “What do you think about it?” Brittany inquired. “God! I love this houseboat!” Evelyn exclaimed, trying to keep her voice down. “It’s gorgeous. What about you?” “I love it too.” Brittany responded. “Do you and I still have a deal on the movie rights?” “Absolutely!” Evelyn immediately replied. “Well, let’s see if we can negotiate with them a little.” Brittany stated. “You wanna do the talking or me?” “I’ll let you do the talking.” Evelyn replied, grinning. “I’ll blow it for sure.” Back inside the living area of the luxurious houseboat, they were rejoined by Rick and Monica Cranor. “First of all. If we can strike a deal, we’d like to pay with an electronic transfer of funds.” Brittany stated. “Can you handle that without alot of problems.” “Sure, that’s no problem at all!” Rick responded. “Most of our banking is done electronically.” Brittany made an offer on the houseboat with Rick making a counteroffer. Brittany countered with an offer to exclude the two waverunners. Rick’s counteroffer was better but not enough to give up the two new Yamaha waverunners for the deal. “Let’s get off the subject of the houseboat for awhile and talk about another boat.” Brittany suggested. Her remark seemed to surprise as well as disappoint both Rick and Monica. Evelyn sat quietly on the couch, curious as to what Brittany was up to. “That Fountain Lightning 38 I was looking at in the showroom, what kind of price tag do you have on it?” Brittany inquired. Taking a printed listing of the dealership’s inventory from his rear pocket, Rick scanned down the sheets till he found the boat. “It list for three-hundred and nine thousand but we’ve got it marked down to two-hundred and ninety-five thousand.” He stated. “It’s a beautiful boat. The plum accent color in the lower deck really sets it off from the others.” Biting her lower lip to keep from grinning, she decided to make another offer and see how she fared. Everyone’s eyes were on Brittany, intent on what she was going to say next. “Do your salespeople work on commission or straight salary?” She inquired. “They get a base salary plus a percentage of anything they sell.” Monica replied. “Depends on the price of the boat as to how much of a percentage they get.” “Is there a particular reason you asked?” Rick questioned. Instead of answering Rick’s question, she took a moment to gather her thoughts. “Tell you what I’m willing to do.” Brittany spoke up. “We’ll give you four-hundred and twenty thousand for the houseboat with the two waverunners included in the deal and I’ll give you two-hundred and eighty thousand for the Fountain 38. That‘s seven-hundred thousand for the package.” “You guys wanna buy both boats!” Monica exclaimed, a look of shock on her beautiful face. Rick Cranor took out his pocket calculator and started punching the miniature buttons like crazy. He was obviously figuring his profit margin after deducting all his overhead and miscellaneous costs. “There’s one other thing.” Brittany spoke up, interrupting Cranor. “I’d like to make sure that nice, young salesman, I believe his nametag said Stephan, gets the sales commission on the Fountain boat.” “Sure, that’s not a problem.” Monica replied, smiling. “I’m certain he can use the money.” Rick finally finished his calculations; a smile gradually appeared on his face. “Why don’t we go up to my office?” He suggested. “You can contact your bank and have the funds transferred from there.” An hour later, Brittany and Evelyn had the their funds successfully transferred to the dealership’s banking facility. Cranor’s office staff was busy getting all the paperwork prepared for them to sign. “Why don’t we step out for some lunch while the paperwork’s getting worked up?” Monica suggested. “It’ll be awhile yet.” Leaving the dealership in Monica’s Lexus LS430 sedan, the three women drove to a little seafood restaurant not far from the business. Sitting out on the restaurant’s open-air terrace overlooking the causeway, they chatted about the houseboat and traveling in the Bahamas. Monica was curious as to what went on during the rescue missions, asking several questions. Brittany breezed through the details, not dwelling on them to any great lengths. “Are you gonna write a book or do a movie about the rescues?” Monica inquired. “I’ve already written the book.” Brittany replied. “It should be out in about a month or so. It’s called Thunder in the Caribbean.” “Evelyn owns the movie rights.” She added. “I’m sure she’s got plans for a movie.” “I think Brittany should appear in the movie.” Evelyn stated, grinning. “She’d be great in the lead.” “No Thanks!” Brittany responded. “I prefer to fade into obscurity and forget about it.” “So. Was there alot of intimacy amongst the rescue team?” Monica asked, slightly grinning. “You mean did we have alot of sex with each other?” Brittany quipped. “Yeah.” Monica muttered. “You know, with the guys and all.” “Yes, there was alot of sex.” Brittany replied. “It was a way to kill off our free time. “God! That must have been wild!” Monica exclaimed, trying her best to keep her voice down. “Can I ask you a personal question?” Monica asked. “You don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to.” “Am I bi-sexual?” Brittany said. “Is that what you were going to ask?” “How’d you guess I was gonna ask that?” Monica inquired. “Just a lucky guess.” Brittany remarked. “I’m guessing you go both ways too.” “Well, Rick’s more of a voyeur than a participant.” Monica murmured. “He just likes to watch.” “Well, I’m sure he’s not the only one.” Brittany said. The three women finished their lunch in silence. Monica ceased asking her personal questions. She seemed more lost in her own thoughts. Returning to the boat dealership, Brittany completed her business, getting all the documents signed. Gathering up her paperwork for the boat purchases, she and Evelyn drove back to the Miami airport for the return flight to Santa Barbara. The plan was to return in a couple of days to prepare the boats for their trip to the Bahamas. “I think Monica was more than just curious about your sexual escapades.” Evelyn kidded. “I think she was wanting some of that ass of yours.” “Hmmm. I wouldn’t mind having some of her ass.” Brittany responded. “Bet she’s not getting much if her husband’s a watcher instead of a doer.” The next morning, the two women sat out on the deck of the beach house going over Brittany’s plans one more time to see if they’d overlooked anything. It was early afternoon on the east coast when Brittany phoned Langley at his office to let him know the plan was still a go. “You can let the team know we’ll be living on a houseboat instead of pitching tents.” Brittany stated. “That oughta make them a little happier.” “We still need a chase boat.” She added. “I’ll use mine till you can come up with something, then mine’s going into dry dock.” “I’m already working on another boat.” Langley replied. “The DEA just confiscated a high-dollar powerboat at some drug dealer’s residence in Fort Myers. It’s supposedly brand new. I’m not sure what the make is though.” “What’s the chance of getting an ATV or two?” Brittany asked. “We could use one to get around the island. We don‘t need anything fancy, just functional.” “Hell! The DEA’s been stacking them up in a warehouse down in Atlanta!” Brad exclaimed. “I’ll call down there and see what they’ve got.” “Can you get in touch with this Rob Garrison guy and see if he’s ready to go?” Brittany inquired. “I could use him to fly me back to Miami once I get the houseboat to the island.” “I’ll call him. He’s in Lawton, Oklahoma visiting his family.” Langley replied. “I know he’s awfully anxious to get started. Don’t know whether it’s the money or he’s just out for revenge. I suspect it‘s more for revenge.” “Where’s the airplane at now?” Brittany asked. “It’s not far from where you are.” Langley answered. “It’s sitting in a hanger in Bakersfield. I did have them take the two rear-facing seats out of it like we agreed on.” “Why don’t you see if Garrison can meet me at the Miami airport Sunday morning with the airplane.” Brittany suggested. “That reminds me.” Langley said. “I need to get you and everyone else their credentials. Better yet, I’ll send them all to you and you can give them to everyone when you get them assembled.” “Evelyn and I are gonna leave for Miami the day after tomorrow so you better FedEx them overnight so I’ll have them.” Brittany stated. The rest of the day, Evelyn and Brittany worked on getting everything packed up for their trip. Brittany stuffed the dossiers and files into her attaché along with her laptop computer. Evelyn phoned her attorney to have the documents drawn up to transfer ownership of the movie rights. Once they were signed, Brittany would be finished with “Thunder in the Caribbean”. The following day, Brittany and Evelyn drove down to Beverly Hills to meet with Evelyn’s business attorneys. The two were warmly greeted with open arms by her new legal team. After carefully reading the transfer of rights documents, Brittany signed off on them. Evelyn would now own all the copyrights if a movie were made of “Thunder in the Caribbean”. After a light lunch at one of the trendy restaurants in Beverly Hills, the two began their drive back to Santa Barbara. Brittany was planning strategies in her head while Evelyn sang along to the soft rock music playing over the radio. “Maybe, we should rent a small van instead of a car at the airport in Miami.” Brittany said, disrupting Evelyn’s rendition of a Barry Manilow song. “Why do we need a van?” Evelyn inquired. “You planning on doing alot of shopping?” “Yeah.” Brittany replied. “I’ve got to get everything to furnish the houseboat. Six bedrooms, three bathrooms, a galley. It’ll be like furnishing one helluva big house.” “Don’t forget bikinis, sexy lingerie and sneakers!” Evelyn kidded. “You’ll need to stock up on them too. Might want to pick up a vibrator or two and plenty of batteries!” “Doubt if they’ll be much need for sexy lingerie.” Brittany responded. “There won’t be a whole lot of privacy with eight of us onboard.” Arriving back at the beach house in Santa Barbara, a FedEx truck pulled in as they were exiting the car. The driver opened the rear doors of his truck, retrieving a large package. “I wonder just how big these identification credentials are?” Brittany exclaimed as the deliveryman approached them. Setting the box down in the livingroom, Brittany opened the large carton. A packet of laminated credentials rested on top of stacks of black t-shirts and black caps. Large, white letters “DEA” were imprinted across the front of the items. “You should get yourself a black bikini with DEA imprinted on the butt!” Evelyn joked, putting on one of the caps. Early the next morning, Brittany and Evelyn boarded the private jet with their luggage. The Cessna Eagle gently lifted off the runway, setting a course for Miami. Brittany took one last look at the Pacific Ocean before the aircraft banked to the left. Arriving in Miami, it was almost 3:00pm east coast time. Evelyn had made reservations for a small minivan, even though she preferred something more luxurious. The Thursday afternoon traffic was heavier than usual, making it an hour-long drive to the marine dealership. Brittany found Rick Cranor in his office, busying himself behind a pile of paperwork. “Business must be good!” Brittany exclaimed, standing in the doorway to his office. “Too good!” He responded with a grin. “It’s been hectic the last couple of days.” “Monica’s had your houseboat moved down to the end of the dock.” Rick continued. “Let me get her to show you where it’s at.” “What about the Fountain boat?” Brittany inquired. “Is it down there with it.” “No. It’s sitting in the storage building.” He replied. “Thought we’d wait till you were ready for it before we set it in the water. I had the service techs double-check everything.” Looking down at the showroom floor, Brittany and Evelyn saw Monica making her way through the mass of boats on display. Joining her, the two exchanged greetings before following her out onto the dock area. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 13 “I moved the Showboat down to the reserved section of our docks.” Monica stated. “It’s where all of our clientele keep their boats so they can access them after business hours.” “You can park your car in the security area.” She added, pointing to a large fenced-in parking lot. “There’s a keypad at the electric gate.” The Showboat was moored lengthwise at the last space on the dock. Getting a good look at the exterior of the boat, she was awed by it’s size. She was also very excited with her recent purchase, anxious to get it out on the open sea. “She’s one big bitch, isn’t she!” Evelyn exclaimed, grinning. Evelyn and Brittany stepped onboard the houseboat. Standing on the large front deck, Brittany looked down the causeway, seeing the Atlantic Ocean off in the distance. “You wanna go shopping or wait till the traffic lets up?” Evelyn inquired. “Let’s get a couple of soft drinks and sit out her for awhile.” Brittany muttered. “I want to take all this in.” Sipping cold cans of iced tea on the bow of the houseboat, Evelyn started making out a shopping list. Brittany was too entranced with the majestic beauty of the houseboat to be of much help. It was almost 7:00pm before they left to begin their shopping task at one of the large discount superstores. Strolling down the aisles, pushing two shopping carts, Evelyn was amazed as Brittany filled the carts with bedding, bath items and kitchenware. “Can you believe the size of this store?” She exclaimed. “This place has got everything!” “Well. You’ve got to remember. This ain’t Beverly Hills!” Brittany exclaimed, as she checked items off the lengthy list. Before completing their shopping, the two carts were already filled to capacity. “You wanna get something to eat before we get more carts.” Brittany inquired. “I’m getting a little hungry.” “They got a restaurant here!” Evelyn exclaimed. “You’re kidding!” Sitting in the deli, Brittany and Evelyn ate like they were famished. After eating, the two set about to complete their shopping, filling two additional carts. Getting it all packed into the small van proved to be a chore in itself. Back at the marina, Brittany punched in her code numbers on the keypad. The large gate with razor sharp wire circling the top, slowly glided open. Parking within yards of the docks, the two women set about getting everything on the houseboat, utilizing one of the carts lined up along the pier. “Let’s get the bedding and bath towels out.” Brittany suggested. “Just enough to get us through the night. We can unpack the rest tomorrow.” Brittany fell asleep immediately after her head hit the pillow. She slept uninterrupted till early morning, only to be awakened by her cell phone ringing. Evelyn took the call before Brittany could swing her feet to the bedroom floor. “It’s Brad.” Evelyn said, handing Brittany the phone. “He wants to talk to you.” “Wake up!” Brad shouted into his phone. “It’s 8:00am down there!” “What’s up?” Brittany asked, wiping the sleep from her eyes. “Got in touch with Garrison. He’s gonna fly out to Bakersfield and pick up the plane.” Langley replied. “He’ll be in Miami Sunday morning around 9:00 or so.” “Great!” Brittany responded. “I’ll meet him at the airport. I wanna make sure he can land at the south end of Andros Island.” “I’ve got another request.” Brad stated. “Can you meet this Kimmie Chen girl at the airport Sunday? She‘s the communication specialist.” “Yeah, I guess.” Brittany replied. “Why?” “She gonna drop her kid off at her mother’s in Virginia tomorrow so she thought she would come on down and join you if it was alright.” Langley stated. “It’s fine by me.” Brittany responded. “Give her my cell phone number and have her call me with her arrival time.” Langley and Brittany concluded their conversation after briefly discussing some planning issues. The rest of the day, Evelyn and Brittany worked around the boat, getting it ready for the trip to Andros Island. By late afternoon, all the staterooms and bathrooms were prepped and ready for use. As the two worked in the galley, they were pleasantly interrupted by a visit from Monica Cranor. “How’s things going?” Monica asked, beaming a smile. “You guys need anything? “We’re just about to get all settled in.” Evelyn replied. “Got the last few items to put away, is all.” “Have you been to our clothing department yet?” Monica inquired. “You get a twenty-five percent discount on your initial purchases. We’ve got a new line of bikinis and sportswear in.” “Brittany could use a couple of new thongs!” Evelyn kidded. “And maybe some lingerie.” “Don’t believe a word she says.” Brittany quickly stated. “She still thinks this is gonna be a pleasure cruise.” “You mean you didn’t buy the boats to cruise the Bahamas?” Monica inquired, slightly confused by Brittany’s remark. “Well, not entirely.” Brittany responded, hoping Monica wouldn’t press the issue. “Would you two like to join Rick and me for a get-together at our home this evening?” Monica asked. “We’re having a few friends over for drinks.” Brittany didn’t really want to accept the invitation but she didn‘t want to disappoint Monica either. Agreeing to attend the Cranor’s cocktail party, Monica gave them directions to their residence in an upscale area of Coral Gables. Arriving at the multi-million dollar home around 8:00pm, Brittany parked the rental van behind several luxury cars in the driveway. There were quite a few quests attending the cocktail party including Stephan. She recognized the young man from chatting with him about the Fountain boat she’d purchased. While Rick Cranor escorted Evelyn around, introducing her to the guests, Brittany and Monica strolled out onto the terrace. Standing by the pool with its underwater lighting and waterfall, they sipped on chilled wine while chatting. Brittany noticed most of the people attending the party were couples in their late twenties to early forties. Stephan, who Brittany guessed was just twenty-one, appeared to be the youngest and without a partner. When Monica excused herself to mingle with the other guests, Stephan casually approached her, his handsome face exhibiting a warm smile. “I wanted to thank you for getting me the sales commission on your Fountain boat.” He stated, lighting Brittany’s cigarette for her. “I can sure make good use of the bonus.” “Well, you deserved it.” Brittany responded, smiling softly. “At least you did your best to sell me the boat, although I was gonna buy it anyway.” “I understand you’re gonna take both boats down to the Bahamas.” Stephan said. “I’ve never had the chance to get down there.” “You oughta take a flight down there sometime.” Brittany responded. “There’s quite alot to see and do there. Alot more than just bars and nightclubs. The beaches and islands are spectacular.” Stephan brought up the subject of the numerous rescues Brittany and her team had made. She didn’t over dramatize the missions, answering his questions with brief and concise answers. Stephan seemed enthralled with their discussion to the point of being fascinated with her. The two continued their discussion for almost an hour. Standing at the bar in the great room of the house, which had become the central gathering place for everyone, Brittany noticed Evelyn in the embrace of a handsome gentleman in his mid-thirties. As the bartender poured her another glass of wine, Brittany watched the two casually ascend the stairway to the upper level of the house. Rick Cranor was standing at the top landing, appearing to be waiting on them. Brittany was alarmed but more than that, she was worried about what might be about to happen to her closest friend. Evelyn appeared to be complying freely as the trio disappeared down the hallway. Brittany assumed they were making their way to one of the many bedrooms in the house. Standing amongst the guests, listening to their conversations on local news and social events, Brittany caught the subtle gesture Monica was giving her from the bar. Nonchalantly, walking away from the other guests, she joined her at the bar. “I hope you’re not worried about your friend, Evelyn.” Monica murmured. “Rick and the guys’ll make sure she’s alright. You know, well taken care of.” “Guys!” Brittany exclaimed, keeping her voice low. “Don’t worry. Rick’s with her and you know he’s not gonna do anything.” Monica muttered. “I just hope Evelyn doesn’t mind if he watches.” Brittany was at a loss for words. She didn’t want to anger her hostess but she didn’t want to appear too consenting to Rick’s actions either. “Perhaps we should check on them.” Monica suggested. “They never lock the doors.” Even though Brittany wasn’t into voyeurism, she wanted to make sure Evelyn wasn’t involved in something that might get out of control. Monica and Brittany ascended the stairs to the bedroom level. Halfway down the hallway, Brittany could hear moaning and talking coming from one of the bedrooms. Monica twisted the doorknob slightly, pushing the door open enough for them to peak in. Rick Cranor was sitting in a chair in the corner of the well-lit bedroom, passed out from too much alcohol. His pants were around his ankles, his right hand grasping his flaccid cock. On the bed, Evelyn was eagerly sucking on the cock of the man who’d escorted her upstairs. Another man, rather handsome and much younger than Evelyn, was fucking his huge cock into her pussy with long and deliberate strokes. Each hard stroke brought a moan from Evelyn as she thoroughly enjoyed taking care of both men. Evelyn’s eager mouth bobbed up and down on the cock in her mouth, trying to suck the liquid life from the man. The two men were too engrossed in Evelyn to notice Monica and Brittany watching them. Brittany was totally absorbed in watching the scene on the bed, barely aware of Monica’s hands at her waist. “Why don’t we find a place of our own to party?” Monica whispered, kissing lightly on the back of Brittany’s neck. Guiding Brittany farther down the dimly lit hallway, she gestured towards the master bedroom. Once inside the bedroom, Monica pushed the door closed before lighting some candles strategically placed around the room. The flickering candles barely illuminated the huge bedroom. Sliding the zipper down at the back of Brittany’s red evening dress, she slipped it down, letting it gather around her feet. With her lips placing hot, moist kisses on Brittany’s shoulders, she gently pushed her forward forcing her to step out of the dress. Clad only in red high-heels and red string bikini panties, Brittany presented an aura of wanton sex. Monica’s eyes feasted on Brittany’s body, her lustful desires rapidly heightening at the vision. Brittany sat at the foot of the bed, intently watching Monica slip out of her clothes. Wearing just her white thong panties, Monica slowly approached Brittany. She leaned down, kissing Brittany hard and passionately. Her lips ground forcefully against Brittany’s soft mouth. Plunging her tongue between Brittany’s clenched teeth, Monica swirled her long, slender tongue wildly inside her mouth. “Lay back and let me take care of your tight little pussy.” She muttered. Brittany slowly laid back, her feet dangling over the foot of the four-poster bed. Monica’s lips released Brittany’s mouth, traveling down to her firm breasts. Brittany’s warm hands gently cupped Monica’s breasts, feeling the trace of surgical scars from implants. Monica’s teeth grated over Brittany’s sensitive nipples, causing them to blossom into hardness. As Monica’s tongue trailed thick saliva over her tummy, Brittany felt long fingernails slip inside her panties. Monica’s behavior became more aggressive, ripping off the gauzy panties with one quick motion. Tossing the panties away, she immediately grasped Brittany’s ankles, spreading her legs. The lustful stare in Monica’s eyes was alarming. “Hmmm.” Monica murmured, staring intently at Brittany‘s pussy. “It’s even more beautiful than I expected.” Before Brittany could resist, Monica slipped a soft cord around one of her ankles, pulling it tight. Monica held her other ankle tight as she looped a cord around it. Brittany tried to rise from the bed but her legs were bound tight with the cords tied to the top of the bedposts. Kneeling between Brittany’s legs, Monica slid her long index finger up and down Brittany’s slit. Brittany was helpless, able only to protest. But, she couldn’t resist the strong sexual pleasures building in her body. Monica’s breath blew warmly on Brittany’s pussy as her finger rubbed harder and harder along her slit. Slipping two long fingers inside her pussy, she had Brittany bucking against her hand, pulling the cords around her ankles even tighter. Brittany was moaning loudly, her cries of pleasure filling the bedroom as Monica fucked the digits rapidly in and out of Brittany’s hot pussy. Looking down between her breasts, Brittany saw the evil grin on Monica’s lips just before they clenched onto her sensitive clit. Monica sucked hard on her clit, her fingers continuing their sawing action inside Brittany’s juicy pussy. The orgasm was so intense it brought Brittany’s butt upwards off the bed. The cords tightened around her ankles, leaving deep red marks. Brittany’s entire body shuddered as the orgasm ran its course, her pussy contracting multiple times. As her juices flowed heavily from her pussy, Monica’s tongue lapped them like a cat licking cream. The orgasm slowly dissipated. “I’ve got a little surprise for you.” Monica said, rising from her kneeling position. Slowly walking to the bedroom door, she opened it slightly. Stephan was standing in the hallway, clad in tight black bikini cut briefs. His handsome face displaying a grin, his briefs displaying a huge bulge. “I thought you’d forgotten about me.” He said to Monica as he entered the bedroom. “Get outta those fuckin briefs and give our friend here the fucking of her life!” Monica commanded. Stephan pushed the skimpy briefs down his muscular legs releasing his large cock. It looked to be nine inches in length from its thick base to its bulbous head. It was thick and smooth like a vibrator’s shaft. Approaching the bed, he stood between Brittany’s spread legs held by their bonds. Stephan leaned down, giving Brittany a soft, tender kiss. Monica’s slender fingers spread the slit to Brittany’s pussy wide open. Guiding Stephan’s cock with her other hand, he impaled her with his huge cock. Brittany was helpless to resist but resisting the pleasure she was feeling was farthest from her mind. Stephan began fucking his huge cock into Brittany with long, slow strokes. She found herself grinding her pussy against his cock with each deliberate stroke. Matching his tempo, she gazed at his handsome, smiling face. Monica climbed onto the bed, straddling Brittany’s face. In her hand, she hand a slender vibrator. Pushing the vibrator insider her gaping pussy, she commanded Brittany to fuck her. Brittany held the buzzing toy with both hands, ramming the vibrator hard inside Monica. Monica’s body tensed, her mouth emitting loud moans as the vibrator worked it’s magic. Thick juices flowed down the vibrator’s shaft onto Brittany’s fingers. Monica’s orgasm came on sudden, almost causing her to collapse on top of Brittany. Stephan continued fucking Brittany with hard strokes, jolting her body with each slamming motion. Monica slowly climbed off Brittany. Pulling the slender vibrator from her pussy, she turned up the control. The cum lubricated vibrator sounded much louder. Stepping behind Stephan, she kneeled down between his muscular legs. “Harder!” Monica screamed. “Fuck her harder or I’ll shove this up your ass!” Stephan was fucking Brittany into another world. His pelvis was slamming into her harder with each stroke. Suddenly, she felt the tip of the vibrator at her ass. Monica shoved the vibrator up her butt, grinding the toy as she plunged it in and out rapidly. Brittany’s screams filled the room, as the anal penetration was more than she could stand. Stephan’s cock spewed its hot load into her pussy, his hard fucking motions suddenly ceasing. His body tensed as the last of his cum shot from his huge cock. Monica pulled the vibrator from Brittany’s butt, dropping it to the floor. Brittany’s orgasm ignited, sending her into a heated frenzy. Her body was out of control! “Argggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…… Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” She cried out. Monica grabbed Stephan by his hair, pulling him backwards. His cock slipped from Brittany’s cum-filled pussy. Monica’s hungry mouth locked onto Brittany’s pussy, sucking wildly at the flowing cream. Her tongue penetrated Brittany’s pussy, lapping up the cum. Brittany’s eyes were blinded by the intense pleasure consuming her body. She lay back on the bed, restrained and weak. Her body’s strength completely zapped. Waking sometime later, Brittany found herself alone in the master bedroom. Her legs hand been untied but the muscles were quite sore. Only two of the candles were still flickering their warm glow. Brittany eased off the bed, falling to the carpeted floor. Finding her dress and shoes, she managed to slip them on. Making her way to the bedroom door, she peered down the dark hallway. Not seeing anyone, she searched out the bedroom where she’d last seen Evelyn. Finding Evelyn stretched out on the bed, with her two lovers and Rick Cranor still passed out in the chair, she jostled her awake. “Come on!” She exclaimed. “We’re getting the hell outta here!” Evelyn didn’t question Brittany’s statement. Sliding to the foot of the bed, she grabbed her clothes, putting them on quickly. The two men never woke from their sound sleep as Evelyn and Brittany crept from the bedroom. The two scurried through the house, making their way towards the front door. Outside in the fresh air, both women took a deep breath as they hurried towards the minivan parked in the driveway. Brittany sped out of the driveway before lighting up a cigarette. She rolled the window down on the van, letting fresh air blow in. Neither of them said much on the trip back to the houseboat. Evelyn and Brittany boarded the houseboat, quickly heading for the showers. Both knew the other had experienced tremendous sexual pleasures but they didn’t want to discuss them. Slipping into bed together, they quickly drifted off to sleep. It was late Saturday morning when Brittany awoke from her sound sleep. Slipping a robe over her panties, she made her way into the living area of the houseboat. Evelyn was sitting at the diningroom table, eating a donut and sipping hot coffee. “Wanna donut?” She asked. “They’re fresh.” “No. Just coffee and a cigarette.” Brittany answered. “Where’d you get the donuts?” “Stephan brought them by this morning.” Evelyn replied. “Thought we might be hungry.” “Did he say anything?” Brittany inquired, trying not to sound suspicious. “Not really.” Evelyn responded. “Just asked if we needed anything.” Brittany sat down with Evelyn at the diningroom table, coffee in one hand, a cigarette in the other. She noticed her red panties, worn the night before, sitting on one of the chairs. “Stephan did mention something about you leaving something at the party last night.” Evelyn kidded, grinning. “He thought you might want them back.” Evelyn and Brittany spent a short time shopping in the clothing section of the boat dealership before they closed for the weekend. Brittany made numerous purchases, stocking up on bargain priced bikinis and sportswear. It was the middle of the afternoon before the two made their trip to the grocery store to stock up on supplies. Filling several carts with food, beverages and supplies, they packed the minivan with their purchases. Once everything was put away, Brittany and Evelyn sat out on the upper deck of the houseboat. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 13 Brittany’s cell phone rang, startling her. Answering the call, she heard the soft, feminine voice of Kimmie Chen. “I hope my coming early won’t upset your plans.” She stated. “No, not at all.” Brittany responded. “We’d love to have the company on the trip down to the Bahamas.” “My flight’s scheduled to arrive at 10:35am tomorrow morning.” Kimmie said. “Can you meet me at the airport?” Jotting down her flight number, Brittany assured Kimmie she’d meet her at the airport terminal. With Rob Garrison scheduled to arrive around 9:00am, the timing worked out perfectly. While sipping wine and dining on shrimp cocktails, Evelyn and Brittany discussed plans to get the boats to Andros Island and the team in position to start their assignment. Evelyn would help getting everything organized before flying back to California to spend time with her husband on his campaign trail. Early Sunday morning, Brittany and Evelyn drove to the Miami airport, proceeding to the private plane section of the massive airfield. Rob Garrison landed the Piper Seneca passenger plane shortly after 9:00am. The twin-engine plane, white trimmed in metallic red with gold and blue stripes taxied to the hanger. Brittany carefully scrutinized the aircraft, making sure it was flight-worthy. The two-year-old plane was in immaculate condition with absolutely no signs of wear. Rob Garrison took his headset off, placing them on a hook over the windshield. Exiting the cockpit, he put on a light gray western hat, covering his thick head of dark hair. He was strikingly handsome. Brittany and Evelyn approached him, taking in his presence from head to toe. At twenty-eight, Rob Garrison was a year older than Brittany. His tall, athletic build, dressed in a striped sportshirt and fresh bluejeans, complimented his clean-shave appearance. Rob’s baby blue eyes accentuated his softly smiling face. “You must be Ms. Michaels.” He stated, extending his hand. “Yes. You can call me Brittany or Britt.” She answered, almost gushing while shaking his hand. “This is Evelyn Brooks.” Brittany added, quickly gaining her composure. “How soon before we start busting these drug runners?” Rob asked, a tone of anxiousness in his voice. “We’ve still got some preparations to make.” Brittany answered. “I’m guessing a week, maybe less. Depends on how soon we get set up on Andros Island.” “Andros Island?” Rob questioned. “Where’s that?” Brittany took a chart of the Bahamas from her attaché, spreading it out on the left wing of the aircraft. Pointing out Andros Island on the chart, she directed his attention to the southern tip of the island. According to the aerial photos I’ve seen, this area above Curly Cut Cay is fairly flat.” Brittany stated. “There’s a narrow road running out to the cove, looks like it could be dirt. There’s also a communications tower alongside the road you’ll have to be careful of.” “That could be trick, especially at night.” Rob responded. “I take it there’s no airfield on the island.” “There’s not even aviation fuel available on the island.” Brittany said. “The closest fuel is Nassau on Paradise Island, a hundred and twenty miles to the north.” “That’s almost an hour’s flight time!” Garrison exclaimed. “Well, it’s the best I can do for now.” Brittany retorted. “Right now, I need you to fly down and take a look at the area. See if you can land and take-off without alot of problems.” “Then what?” Garrison asked. “Then you fly your ass back here and let me know what you found.” Brittany replied, getting exasperated with all his questions. “You can call me on my cell phone.” “Ok! Ok!” Rob replied with a raised voice. “I should be able to make the round trip in about five hours or so.” “It’s 9:45 now.” Brittany stated, handing him the chart. “If you hurry, you should be back by 3:30 this afternoon.” Not waiting for Garrison to ask any more questions, Brittany picked up her attaché, heading for the minivan. Evelyn said something to the pilot, but Brittany was unable to overhear their conversation. Driving towards the airports main passenger terminal, Brittany finally spoke, breaking the silence. “He’s gonna be a real pain in the ass!” She exclaimed. “I thought he was damn good-looking myself.” Evelyn responded. “I noticed he made you gush.” “He’s alright, I guess.” Brittany replied. “I didn’t really notice.” Evelyn laughed at the remark, causing Brittany to smile. Brittany did have to agree, Rob Garrison was a great looking guy, but she didn’t want to admit it openly. Finding a parking space, Evelyn and Brittany strolled into the busy airport’s main terminal. Checking on Kimmie Chen’s flight, they found it to be scheduled to arrive on time from Norfolk. The two women made their way to the waiting area with plenty of time to spare. Ms. Chen’s flight arrived with its throng of passengers filing into the terminal. Kimmie was easy to spot amongst the crowd. Just twenty-two years old, her petite frame stood a mere 5’5”. Her straight, coal black hair fell halfway down her back. Kimmie was a distant descendant of French-Chinese ancestry. She was a like a little doll with a great figure. Her large round eyes and petite nose and mouth set off her ancestral facial features. “Kimmie Chen?” Brittany asked, approaching the young girl. “Yes, I’m Kimmie.” She replied. “You must be Brittany. “Yes.” Britt responded. “This is Evelyn Brooks. She’ll be accompanying us to the island.” Shaking hands with Evelyn, Brittany noticed the young girl didn’t look too well. “Are you alright?” She asked Kimmie. “I’ll be alright, just a little queasy from flying.” Kimmie replied. “I get airsick pretty easy.” “Hope you don’t get seasick.” Evelyn said. “We’ve got a long voyage ahead of us.” “I’ve never been on a boat.” Kimmie responded. “I’ll make it alright. I can do anything I set my mind on.” Collecting Kimmie’s luggage and cases of equipment, the women packed all of it into the minivan. Kimmie’s slight illness seem to be letting up as the trio made their way to the marina. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 14 Back onboard the houseboat, Brittany and Evelyn helped Kimmie get her clothes and gear stowed away. Kimmie's airsickness had passed, leaving her in a much brighter mood. Sitting out in the shade on the front deck of the houseboat, the trio sipped iced tea, chatting about the upcoming assignment. "I read in your dossier, you speak several languages." Brittany remarked. "Yes. I speak Spanish, Portuguese, French, German and of course, Chinese." Kimmie stated, smiling. "Do you know how to use a handgun?" Brittany asked. "Oh! No, I don't." Kimmie exclaimed. "I could learn though." "That's alright." Brittany responded. "If you've never fired a handgun, now isn't the time to learn. I'd feel alot better keeping you unarmed. That way you won't accidentally shoot one of our guys." "Do you think there will be some shooting?" Kimmie asked, her voice indicating a sense of fear. "Well, I'm not ruling it out." Brittany answered. "I doubt if any of the drug runners we might be chasing are gonna give up without a fight." "You'll be wearing a bulletproof vest if you're out with us." She added, trying to calm the young woman's fears. "But you'll probably spend most of your time here on the houseboat." "I understand you have a daughter." Evelyn spoke up. "Yeah. Her name's Leanne." Kimmie replied. "She's just four years old. I had her right after high school. My parents are taking care of her while I'm away." Both, Evelyn and Brittany knew from Kimmie's dossier that she'd never been married. Brittany would have to make sure Kimmie stayed safe so she could eventually return to her daughter in Virginia. Brittany glanced at her watch. It was nearing 2:30pm. "Rob should be on his way back." Evelyn remarked. "Don't ya think?" "Yeah. He should be somewhere east of the Keys." Brittany responded. "Who's Rob?" Kimmie asked. "Rob's our pilot." Brittany replied. "He flew down to Andros Island to check out the landing site." "How many guys will there be with us?" Kimmie inquired. "I hope not many." "Five including Rob." Brittany replied. "Two shooters and two surveillance specialists. And, one more girl, Rebecca, she's another shooter." "I hope there won't be alot of weird things going on." Kimmie said. "Better define weird." Brittany said. "You know. People having sex." Kimmie muttered. "Getting drunk, running around naked, stuff like that." "Hmmm." Brittany responded, grinning. "Well. I'll try to keep it down." All three women laughed at the remark, even Kimmie. Around 3:30 the women decided to prepare dinner in the houseboat's large galley. Brittany's cell phone rang, startling her. Answering the call, she found herself talking with Rob Garrison. "How'd it go?" Brittany asked. "Can you land and take off from the site I picked." "Yeah. But you'll have to take off and land from the south end." Rob answered. "The communications tower is right at the side of the dirt road to the north. And there's a small pond just south of the tower but I don't see that as being a problem. Just something I'll have to deal with." "I made it down and back up just to see how smooth the road was." He added. "It's better to land parallel to the road. Heck of alot smoother in the short grass." "Great!" Brittany remarked. "We can be within walking distance of the cove." "Whatta you want me to do next?" Rob inquired. "I need you to fly me to Houston tomorrow morning." Brittany replied. "We need to pick up the guns and ammunition." "Ok. What time?" He asked. "Let's leave around 7:00am." Brittany suggested. "How long will it take to fly to Houston?" "About five and a half hours." Rob answered after giving it some thought. "Depends on headwinds and weather." "That should work out alright." Brittany commented. "I'll set it up with Duke to meet us around 1:00pm, Houston time." "I'll get a room here at the airport hotel and meet you at the hanger around 7:00." Rob stated. "Ok. Or you could stay here." Brittany suggested. "Kimmie's fixing spaghetti for dinner. She says it's one of her specialties." "Well ……… I don't want to be a bother." Rob replied. "You won't be a bother." Brittany responded. "Why don't you grab a cab and bring your things." Less than an hour later, the airport taxi arrived at the marina's security gate. Brittany punched in her code, activating the gate opener. As they walked the short distance to the houseboat, Brittany's eyes glanced to the side, taking in Rob's handsome features. While Evelyn and Kimmie finished preparing dinner, Brittany showed Rob around the houseboat, directing him to his stateroom. During dinner, the conversation was light, mostly about the boat, the weather and the Bahamas. Kimmie received numerous compliments on her cooking skills, making her blush. The group spent the rest of the evening sitting on the top deck, relaxing and watching the activities in the marina. Brittany and Rob left for the Miami airport early the next morning for the lengthy flight to Houston. Sitting in the copilot's seat, Brittany scanned over the multitude of gauges, dials and levers. Noticing a picture clipped to the visor over the pilot's controls, she commented on it. "It's a picture of my son, Tyler. He just turned seven." Rob stated. "I take his picture with me everywhere." "He's a cute little guy." Brittany complimented. "Bet you really miss him." "He's all I've got left worth living for." Rob murmured. "He was just five when Lori was killed. He reminds me so much of her." Brittany sensed Rob was still mourning the tragic death of his wife. Rob's hands gripped the yoke firmly to keep them from trembling. Brittany waited patiently while Rob regained control of his emotions. She wanted to console him but she was afraid. The Piper Seneca twin-engine aircraft took off, heading northwest towards Houston. Flying out over the gulf, Brittany watched as the city of Miami slowly faded from view. The aircraft slowly climbed to altitude before leveling off. Brittany's eyes looked out over the front cowling, occasionally glancing out at the engines and the sea below. "She'll fly on one engine, if that's what you're wondering." Rob stated. Brittany nodded her head, acknowledging his statement. "You know anything about planes?" Rob asked, breaking the short period of silence. "Nope. Just boats and guns." Brittany replied. Rob pointed out the horizon indicator, altimeter, airspeed indicator and radar warning system to Brittany as well as the compass and radio. "Take the yoke in your hands gently." Rob commanded. "You can feel the aircraft respond to your touch." Brittany put her hands on the yoke, keeping it steady. Rob pointed out the pedals, explaining their principle. Brittany put her feet on the pedals, complying with Rob's instructions. "Keep her on this heading and maintain your altitude." He ordered, pointing to the compass and altimeter. "Keep your eyes on the horizon indicator. It'll tell you how level you're flying." Rob took his hands off the yoke and his feet off the pedals, letting Brittany take complete control of the plane. Controlling the aircraft was unnerving at first but she slowly gained confidence the more Rob left her alone. "Want a cigarette?" Rob asked, turning on the cockpit's ventilation system. "Yeah, I could use one." Brittany immediately replied. Rob took control of the plane while Brittany lit a cigarette, then let her retake control. His hand pushed gently on her shoulder till she was sitting back comfortably in the copilot's seat. "It's more enjoyable if you relax." Rob said. "Let your arms relax and rest your hands on the yoke." With Brittany at the controls, Rob slid the pilot's seat back, stretching his legs out. Flying the airplane was much different than a boat or car. The plane seemed to glide along, responding instantly to every command. Nearing the gulf coast of Texas, Rob slid his seat forward, retaking control of the aircraft. Approaching the Houston airport, he radioed the control tower, getting landing instructions. Moving one of the many levers, he lowered the landing gear before lining up on the runway in the distance. The Piper landed smoothly, it's brakes screeching the tires on the hot tarmac. Slowing the plane's speed dramatically, Rob taxied the aircraft towards the private hangers. Brittany spotted Duke's black Hummer parked at the far hanger. "All the way down to the last hanger." Brittany said. "That's my guy with the stuff." Rob taxied past the countless private planes till he was within a few yards of the Hummer. Duke and his redheaded girlfriend climbed out of the expensive SUV. "Geez!" Rob exclaimed. "He's a big guy, isn't he? "Yeah." Brittany quipped, remembering the size of Duke's cock. "He definitely huge." After Brittany made the introductions, they set about loading the plane. Duke and Rob handled the heavy ammo boxes while Alicia and Brittany loaded the assault rifles, handguns and the rest of the equipment. The aircraft was loaded to capacity. After a brief and private conversation with Duke, well away from the aircraft, Brittany joined Rob inside the cockpit of the aircraft. After refueling and obtaining takeoff instructions from the tower, the plane slowly built up speed as it raced down the long runway. The Piper lifted off, slowly gaining altitude as it headed out over the gulf. Rob kept control of the aircraft for over an hour, not saying a word. "That Duke guy, is he a close friend of yours?" Rob muttered, breaking the silence. "Sorta." Brittany replied. "It's strictly business." Rob's reaction to her answer wasn't what she wanted. Not saying much during the return flight to Miami, she felt he didn't believe her. He seemed distant and angered. Transferring the weaponry and equipment into the van, Rob kept fairly quiet. Brittany wanted to say something, but was afraid it might only start an argument. It was nearing dusk by the time everything was safely stowed in one of the houseboat's stateroom. Rob maintained his quietness, barely saying a word. "What's the matter with Rob?" Evelyn murmured, pulling Brittany aside. "I don't know." Brittany whispered. "I don't think he cared much for Duke." "Maybe he thinks you and Duke are closer than just business acquaintances." Evelyn suggested. Brittany shrugged her shoulders, walking towards the galley. Taking a beer from one of the refrigerators, she watched Kimmie busying herself with preparing dinner. Rob sat alone on the rear deck. "What's with Rob?" Kimmie asked. "He's just being an asshole!" Brittany remarked. "He's pissed about something. He'll get over it." During dinner, Rob never glanced towards Brittany, keeping his conversations brief and only with Evelyn and Kimmie. Later in the evening, his mood changed some but he still distanced himself from Brittany. His behavior was beginning to wear thin with her. Late in the evening, after everyone had gone to bed, Brittany heard someone in the livingroom. She decided to investigate in case it was a prowler. Instead, she found Rob sitting in the dark. "You wanna tell me what's the matter?" She inquired, keeping her voice down. "Nothings the matter." He retorted. "I'm just not sleepy." "Bullshit!" Brittany snapped back. "I know better." "It's Duke isn't it?" She asked. "Did he make some off-color remark?" When Rob didn't reply to her question, Brittany knew she'd guessed right. Lighting up a cigarette, she joined him on the couch, curling her legs underneath her. "Maybe we should talk." Brittany said. "Get things out in the open." Rob just shrugged his shoulders, looking off in the distance. "Fine." Brittany said in a raised voice. "I'll talk and you can just listen." "I don't know what Duke said and I really don't care either." Brittany spoke. "What I've done in the past is my business and not yours. I'm far from the moral type of woman you're probably used to. So get over it." "He said something about the tattoo on your butt." Rob muttered. "Asked if I'd seen it." "I don't have a tattoo on my butt or anywhere else." Brittany replied. "He was just feeling you out, seeing where you and I stood. You just got fooled. That's all." Rob remained silent. Brittany snuffed out her cigarette before returning to her stateroom, leaving Rob alone in the dark. Eventually she drifted off to sleep. Waking early the next morning, Brittany showered and dressed before going to the galley to make a pot of coffee. Rob awoke next, joining Brittany on the front deck. "As soon as the others are ready, I'm heading out for the island." Brittany stated. "You can fly down to Nassau or Freeport if you want. Maybe take in the sights or whatever." "How long will it take you to get to the cove at the south end of the island?" Rob inquired. "I'm not sure." Brittany replied. "I won't make it before dark, I know that. I should make it to Moxey town. We'll tie up there for the night, then onto the cove tomorrow morning after refueling." "About last night ……….. I" Rob spoke. "Forget it." Brittany interrupted. "I meant what I said. We're just working together. That's all, nothing else." Brittany was still angered by Rob's reactions but she knew eventually things would heat up between them. It was just a matter of time. Casting off a couple of hours later, Brittany carefully steered the houseboat through the causeway towards the open sea. Rob was heading back to the airport, returning the minivan to the rental agency before flying the plane down to Nassau. The calm sea and clear blue skies ahead put Brittany's mind at ease, certain they'd have a safe and pleasant voyage. The huge houseboat cruised effortlessly at fifteen knots per hour. Evelyn and Kimmie sat alongside Brittany at the helm on the upper deck. "Did you and Rob work out your differences last night?" Evelyn inquired, trying to keep from grinning. "No!" Brittany replied. "I'm giving up on him!" "Too bad." Evelyn said. "I thought you two made a great couple." "Yeah, I kinda thought so too." Kimmie added. "He watches your every move." "No, he doesn't?" Brittany asked, surprised. "Yeah, he does. I noticed it too." Evelyn commented. Brittany tried to keep thoughts of Rob off her mind, but it wasn't easy. The voyage to Moxey Town on the northern coastline of Andros Island was accomplished without incident. It was late afternoon, plenty of time to refuel before settling in for the evening. For Kimmie, the Bahamas were intriguing, capturing her interest. Leaving early the next morning, Brittany eased the hundred foot long houseboat away from the docks. Following the coastline a few hundred yards from shore, they slowly made their way to Curly Cut Cay at the south end of the island. Hearing the sound of a twin-engine plane approaching from the north, the women looked back as Rob Garrison flew low and directly over their boat. "There goes your boyfriend!" Kimmie remarked with a grin. "Don't start that." Brittany responded. "Or I'll sick him on you if you're not careful." Curly Cut Cay, located at the southern most part of Andros Island was a tropical paradise. White sandy beaches led to rocky outcroppings at the edge of the treeline and dense overgrowth. It was serene, undisturbed and quite deserted. The clear waters added to its charm and allure. Rob Garrison was standing along the water's edge waiting for them with his gray cowboy hat shading his face. Brittany throttled the engines to idle speed, slowly approaching the beach. The houseboat gently eased into the soft sand. Brittany cut the engines, shouting for the Evelyn and Kimmie to grab the mooring lines. Racing across the top deck, she scrambled down the interior stairway to the main level of the boat. "Tie it off to the trees!" Brittany shouted, jumping off the bow of the boat. With the boat securely moored to the trees, the four stood on the beach taking in the tranquil and picturesque beauty of the cove. "What's next?" Kimmie inquired. "Let's take the rest of the day off." Brittany suggested. "It's too late in the day to fly back to Miami for the other boat. Let's enjoy ourselves while we can." "You've got another boat to bring down here?" Rob asked. "Yeah, a chase boat." Brittany answered. "It's back at the marina. We'll wait till tomorrow morning to fly back for it." While everyone changed into their swimsuits, Brittany phoned Langley in Washington to let him know how well things were going. He had some good news for her. The powerboat that had been confiscated in the drug raid was theirs to use. It was docked at a marina in Fort Myers waiting for them to pick up. "I'll pick it up tomorrow, probably around noon." Brittany stated. "Can you call the marina and let them know?" "Yeah, I can do that." Langley replied. "What about the ATV's you asked for? You still want em?" "No. We won't need them afterall." Brittany responded. "The plane's right up the hill from the beach. We can walk it." Langley mentioned the rest of the team flying in to Freeport on Grand Bahama Island the coming weekend. Brittany informed him she and Rob would meet the rest of the team at the airport and get them situated at the island. Completing her cell phone call, Brittany walked out onto the rear deck of the houseboat. Evelyn, Kimmie and Rob were having a great time swimming in the clear Caribbean water. "Hey! Aren't you gonna join us?" Kimmie shouted. "I've got some things I need to check on." Brittany responded, thinking of a quick excuse. "Thought you wanted to take the rest of the day off." Rob spoke up. Not responding, Brittany walked to her stateroom. Sitting on the bed, she debated whether to join the others or not. Quickly changing into a bright yellow wet-look bikini, she sauntered out to the rear deck. Rob's eyes grew bigger as he visually devoured her body. Diving into the warm water, she swam out to join the group. Rob couldn't take his eyes off Brittany as she swam about. The crystal clear water didn't hamper his view as she porpoised below the water's surface. Back on the houseboat, everyone toweled themselves off before proceeding through the houseboat to the front deck. Sipping cold refreshments at the deck table, they chatted about the next day's activities. Kimmie Chen, clad in a skimpy white bikini, phoned her parents in Virginia to let them know where she was and to talk with her daughter, Leanne. "Langley's got another boat for us but it's up in Fort Myers." Brittany stated, looking at Rob. "We'll need to fly up there tomorrow so I can get it." "What about your boat? What're you gonna do with it?" Evelyn inquired. "I'll call Monica and tell her to leave it in storage." Brittany replied. "I better call her before I forget it." Walking back inside the houseboat, Rob watched her till she disappeared from sight. "How about some lunch?" Evelyn suggested. "Maybe some burgers on the grill." "Sounds good to me." Rob responded. "I'll do the grilling. It's been awhile but I haven't forgotten how." Returning from her stateroom, Brittany found Evelyn and Brittany busy preparing lunch while Rob fired up the gas grille. Grabbing a couple of cold beers from the refrigerator, she joined him out on the deck. "Thought you might be thirsty." Brittany said, handing Rob one of the cans. After taking a drink of the beer, he took in a long drink of Brittany in her bright yellow bikini. He couldn't keep the smile from forming on his face. Rob suggested he and Brittany take one of the waverunners out after lunch. Brittany agreed, wanting to see what the little coastal town of Mars Bay along the eastern shore was like. After lowering one of the Yamaha FX 140's into the water, Brittany checked the fuel and placed her digital camera, wrapped in a beach towel, in the storage compartment. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 14 "Get on!" Brittany ordered. "I better let you drive." Rob said. "You can show me how." "I'll show you how as we go along." Brittany retorted. Rob got on the waverunner with Brittany straddling the seat right behind him. Reaching around him, she turned the ignition key, starting the hundred and forty horsepower motor. Showing Rob the hand throttle control, she used her foot to push the waverunner away from the houseboat. Rob eased the throttle back slightly, feeling the watercraft respond immediately. "Kick it up a little!" Brittany spoke into Rob's ear. Twisting the throttle back sharply, the waverunner planed out on top of the water. Brittany put her arms around Rob's waist, pulling herself up against him. Approaching Mars Bay, Brittany had Rob slow the waverunner down to a crawl. "I wanna get a close look inside those shacks north of the village." Brittany stated. Retrieving her digital camera from the storage compartment, she snapped several pictures of the shacks as well as the village. Through the camera's zoom lens, Brittany could see two rows of fifty-five gallon drums with several fueling hoses coiled on top. "Ok. Let's keep going on to Kemps Bay." Brittany said, pointing north. Rob gassed the throttle, following Brittany's command. The waverunner scooted across the water with Brittany hanging on tight to Rob. Approaching the cove, Brittany tapped Rob on the shoulder to get him to slow down. There wasn't a village or even a settlement, just two small ramshackled buildings and a post imbedded into the shoreline. Brittany scanned the area seeing if anyone was around. It looked deserted. "Pull up to the bank." Brittany ordered. "I need to get a better look." Rob eased the waverunner up to the bank, grabbing the post. Brittany hadn't worn any shoes so she had to watch her footing as she walked towards the building. There weren't any windows in either of the structures but Brittany could pull one of the doors open enough to peak inside. Like the shacks at Mars Bay, she spotted numerous drums with fueling hoses attached. Brittany took a few pictures of the interior of the buildings as well as the exterior. "Ok. We can head back to the boat." She stated, climbing back on the waverunner. Arriving back at the houseboat, Rob eased the waverunner up to the lift. Attaching the cables to the watercraft, Rob activated the electric hoist. The waverunner gently lifted out of the water. "How was the ride?" Kimmie asked from the upper level of the houseboat. "Brittany had to work but the ride was great." Rob replied, trying to be smart. "What kind of work?" Evelyn asked, peering down at them. "I just took some pictures. That's all." Brittany replied, tugging at her bikini, making sure it covered her butt. By the time Brittany made her way to the livingroom, Evelyn and Kimmie had already descended the stairway. "Took pictures of what?" The women asked in unison. "Goldmines!" Brittany quipped. "At least they will be for awhile." "What goldmines? They were shacks!" Rob exclaimed. "They looked like shacks." Brittany responded. "But if we play our cards right, we can cash in on the gold." Everyone seemed confused by Brittany's statements. "Let me download the pictures onto my laptop." Brittany stated. "Then I'll explain what I'm getting at." Brittany inserted the media chip from her camera into the laptop, transferring the pictures onto the harddrive. After sorting through the pictures, she brought each picture up on the screen, first the ones of Mars Bay, then those taken at Kemps Bay. "What did everyone see?" Brittany asked, relaxing in her deck chair. Kimmie and Rob stated all they'd seen were drums stored in a shed with fuel hoses. Evelyn caught on that they were fuel stations. "What didn't you see?" Brittany inquired. "I didn't see a store at Kemps Bay, just shacks." Kimmie spoke out. "But there was one at Mars Bay." Rob stated. "It had two gas pumps at the dock." "Why'd it have pumps at the dock and another fuel station north of the village?" Evelyn asked. "That doesn't make much sense." Brittany remained silent, waiting till the three put their heads together and figured out what the fuel stations were for. Rob figured it out first. "Fuel stations for drug runners!" He exclaimed. "That's got to be what they're for!" "Ok. So where do you get the goldmine thing?" Kimmie inquired. "The shooters and I lay in wait till the boats pulls up to refuel." Brittany replied. "Then we overtake them at gunpoint." "You get a percentage of the street value of the drugs." Evelyn added to Brittany's statement. "Plus we get the boat." Brittany said. "When we do the physical capture of the drug runners, we're allowed to confiscate their boats." "Just like when you took that yacht off Carlos Sanchez and traded it off to Victor Ramirez for the plane!" Evelyn exclaimed. "Right. Except this time, we sell off the boats." Brittany stated. "We can probably work out a deal with the Cranors in Miami." "Or with Richard and Jake in Key West." Evelyn suggested. "They could sell the boats for you." "Yeah. That's an idea." Brittany agreed. "Who are all these people?" Rob asked. "I'll tell you some other time." Brittany answered. "It's a long story." "What would the boats be worth?" Kimmie inquired. "Depends on the type of boat." Brittany replied, grinning. "A strong powerboat could go for a hundred thousand." "The cruiser you traded to Ramirez was worth almost three million." Evelyn added. "Woohoo! We could be rich just by selling off the boats!" Kimmie exclaimed. "But it won't last forever." Brittany remarked. "Eventually the runners are gonna figure out they've got to find another safe haven to refuel." "It's like bait. When it runs out, you gotta quit fishin." Rob said. "Bingo!" Brittany exclaimed. "Then we destroy the shacks. Blow the hell out of them." Brittany could see Kimmie and Rob's mind whirring around numbers in their head, calculating how much money could be generated from confiscated boats. Later that evening after everyone had gone to bed, Brittany sat on the bed in the master stateroom with her laptop. She was reviewing several maps of the island. Glancing up from the screen she saw Rob standing in the open doorway. Wearing cut-off jeans with his muscular chest and legs bare, Brittany was forced to look back to her computer. "Is this a business or a social call?" She muttered, focusing on the laptop's screen. "Saw your light on, thought I'd see if you were alright." Rob responded. "I'm ok. Just looking at some maps of the island." She said. "Can't you sleep?" "Guess I'm just not tired." He replied. "Or just not sleepy." Brittany shut down her computer before closing it. Setting it on the nightstand next to the bed, she centered her attentions on the handsome pilot. "You have trouble sleeping alone?" She blatantly inquired. Her bold question caught Rob off guard, stammering for an answer. "No …… I'm used to sleeping alone." He muttered. "What about you? Rob had turned the tables on Brittany. Now she was going to have to come up with an answer. Not sure whether to be witty or straightforward, she picked the latter. "I rarely sleep alone." She stated, lighting up a cigarette. "But, I'm sure you've probably figured that out already." The smile on his handsome face quickly faded to a frown. He was clearly at a loss for words, let alone a quick comeback line. Her harsh words had done more harm than good. "Well …..…. I better try and get some sleep." He finally managed to say. "We've got a long flight tomorrow." "Wait!" Brittany spoke up. "I shouldn't have said that. I apologize." Not saying a word, Rob turned and walked back to his stateroom. Brittany felt bad, but even worse, she felt stupid. Turning off the light to her stateroom, she sauntered down the hallway towards Rob's stateroom. He was just pulling the light covers over himself when she opened his door. He was startled seeing her standing in the doorway, wearing just black panties and a snug fitting black DEA t-shirt. Lifting the covers, she slid into the bed beside Rob. His strong arms pulled Brittany close to his warm body. Captured in his close embrace, Rob kissed her softly on the lips. Brittany's moist lips responded immediately. Their kisses quickly turned more passionate and frenzied, their lips ground hard against each other's. Rob slipped his hand beneath her t-shirt, sliding it up till her firm breasts were bared. Brittany's nipples were already erect, begging for attention. Rob's rough hand cupped and massaged her breasts, kneading them gently. His fiery kisses ignited Brittany's strong desires. She was gasping for breath as Rob's lips kissed her neck. "Robbbbbbbbbbbb …………. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Robbbbbbbbb" She muttered, as her body writhed on the bed. Rob's hands held her breasts as his lips teased and tugged at her sensitive nipples. Brittany's fingernails dug into his muscular arms, trying to crush his body to hers. Rob's hand brushed downward over her flat tummy, stopping at the crotch of her black panties. Brittany lifted her butt up off the bed to allow him to push them down but his strength forced her back down onto the bed. Sliding his hand between her legs, he spread them enough to get his hand in position over her wet pussy. Rubbing the sensitive area through the material of her panties, he brought her to a sudden and intense orgasm. Brittany muffled her abrupt moan with the back of her hand. Rob yanked her panties down when her butt lifted upwards off the sheets. They were tossed away to one corner of the stateroom. Rob pushed her legs wide apart as his hungry mouth worked on her pussy. His hard tongue licked the folds till they blossomed. Plunging his tongue inside Brittany, he repeatedly fucked her with it. Brittany's body was writhing to the point where Rob had to physically subdue her with his arms and hands. Grasping the back of his head, her fingers entwined in his thick dark hair. She forced his mouth hard against her pussy, grinding uncontrollably. Feeling a tingling sensation deep within her body, it suddenly skyrocketed. The orgasm was so powerful it brought her to screaming out loud. The orgasm was like a white-hot fire burning. Her eyes were watering to the point where her vision in the darkened room was completely blurred. Rolling onto her side, she had Rob's head trapped between her clenched legs. The orgasm kept consuming her till her strength was almost diminished. Rob sucked on her clit, prolonging the sensation, till she had to push his head back. Tears of pleasure were streaming down her face, saturating the pillowcase. Rob slipped off the bed, pushing his tight boxer shorts down his muscular legs. His hard cock proudly protruded from his muscular body. Brittany's immediate thoughts were that she couldn't stand anymore sexual pleasure even though her body craved it. Rob grasped her legs placing them around his waist. Holding his hard cock, he rubbed the head up and down the cum-moistened slit of her pussy, teasing her. Brittany's butt lifted off the bedding just as Rob penetrated her. His rigid cock, like a steel shaft, plunged in hard. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh Robbbbbbbbbbbbbb Yessssssssssssssss" She moaned aloud. "Yesssssssssss" Rob fucked Brittany slow and easy, taking long, deliberate strokes. His cock stoked the embers still burning inside her. Brittany's ankles locked behind his back, her butt resting on his upper legs as Rob worked his cock in and out of Brittany's well-lubricated pussy. Her hands grasped the top of the headboard, arching her body from the bed. Her moans turned to screams as her lover fucked her harder and faster. "Robbbbbbbbbbbb Fucckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk Meeeeeeeeeeee" She begged as loud as she could. Rob didn't need to be begged. His entire mind and body was lost in another world as he continued fucking Brittany. It was a sensual feeling he'd never experienced, not even with his wife, Lori! Rob's climax was slowly building. He was trying to hold off as long as possible. His cock felt like it was going to explode. Clenching his teeth, he fought off the urge but his body was weakening. His thick, hot cum shot from his cock, flooding Brittany's wanton pussy. A loud moan escaped from his throat blending with Brittany's cries of pleasure. Their bodies locked in a paralyzing embrace. Neither could move as the sexual pleasures racked their aching bodies. Brittany's face was streaming with tears running down her face onto her shoulders. She quickly wiped them away, drying her hands on the sheets. Their breathing was quick and hard as they tried to regain their strength. Brittany couldn't move her legs, her ankles still locked around Rob's waist. Rob slowly slipped his cock from Brittany's pussy, trailing a thick rope of cum onto the sheets. Brittany's eyes gradually cleared. She watched the blades of the ceiling fan above the bed slowly rotating. Rob blocked her vision when he leaned down to give her a tender, loving kiss. Brittany put her arms around Rob, pulling him to her perspiration soaked flesh. "I never had anyone cry during sex." He murmured in her ear. "I didn't think it was that bad." "It wasn't." Brittany whispered. "It was just that good!" Rob managed to get up from the bed. Picking Brittany up in his arms, he carried her out of the bedroom. "Where we goin?" She muttered. "Your stateroom." Rob replied. "The sheets are bound to be dryer." Walking sideways down the narrow hallway to the master stateroom, Rob lowered Brittany onto the bed. Snuggling together, Rob's arms held Brittany close to him. Even though she was tired, she fought off sleep, wanting to remain awake to feel Rob's warm body close to hers. Waking early the next morning, Brittany found herself still in Rob's embrace. His warm breath was gently blowing across her forehead. Instead of sliding out of bed, she remained motionless, wanting to remain in his arms. "Hey. It's time to get up." Kimmie whispered in Brittany's ear, waking her gently. "It's almost 7:00am." Brittany jumped up, slipping from Rob's arms. She brushed her hair back, trying to wake up. "Rob! Rob!" Get up!" She shouted, jostling him awake. "We gotta get going!" Brittany ran into the bathroom to grab a quick shower. Kimmie followed her in, closing the door behind her. "Did you sleep good last night?" Kimmie asked, grinning. "Or did you just pass out." "I finally dozed off." Brittany muttered, her mind beginning to clear. "You screamed loud enough to wake the dead." Kimmie kidded. "It must have been some really great sex." "It was fantastic." Brittany admitted. "It was so good I cried." "Wow!" Kimmie exclaimed. "It really was fantastic!" Fixing her hair and putting on her make-up, Brittany quickly dressed in shorts and a midriff top. She stuffed a bikini in her attaché and grabbed her purse before exiting the bedroom. Everyone, including Rob was sitting out on the front deck, sipping coffee. Pouring herself a cup and lighting up a cigarette, she joined them. Evelyn smiled at Brittany as she sat down at the table. She didn't say anything or make a smart remark like Brittany expected. No one said much but Brittany had a pretty good idea of what Evelyn and Kimmie were thinking. Finishing his coffee, Rob walked back to his stateroom to get a small carryon. "I'm glad you two worked out your differences." Evelyn murmured. "Kimmie said you even cried." Brittany nodded her head not wanting to say anything verbally. Slipping on her sunglasses, she grabbed her purse and attaché when Rob stepped out onto the deck. "I'll be back tomorrow morning sometime." She stated. "I'll probably lay over in Key West tonight." Walking the path up the hill to the airplane, Rob carried Brittany's attaché for her. Sitting in the copilot's seat, she watched as Rob taxied the plane towards the communication tower. Holding her breath during takeoff, the aircraft soared easily into the wind. Banking to the north, he flew directly over the houseboat. Evelyn and Kimmie waved as they passed over them. Landing on the small island of Bimini, north of Andros Island, Rob had the plane refueled while Brittany visited the restroom. Stopping by the snack bar at the small airport, she ordered coffee and a couple of sandwiches to go. Back on course for Fort Myers, Rob and Brittany sipped on the fresh coffee, eating the sandwiches like they were famished. "You wanna get in some more flight time?" Rob asked. In response, Brittany put her hands on the yokes and her feet on the pedals. Rob gradually relinquished control of the plane, making sure Brittany had command of the aircraft. Brittany's eyes scanned the skies for other aircraft but didn't see anything. Looking down at the open sea below, she saw quite a few boats, wondering if any of them had Richard and Jake on board. "Tell me about any of those people you mentioned yesterday?" Rob said. Brittany gave him a rundown on Carlos Sanchez and his drug business. Bringing up Victor Ramirez, she told him about the boat trade for the airplane trip in and out of Bogotá. "Richard and Jake were shooters on the team." Brittany stated. "They were former Green Berets. Both served more than one tour of duty in Vietnam." Brittany didn't mention anything more about the latter two men, feeling Rob knew enough to stop being inquisitive. "When's your book coming out?" He asked. "I'm not sure." Brittany answered. "I don't now when Thornton Publishing will get it on the market. It should be fairly soon." "What's the book's title?" He inquired. "I'll see if I can find it while I'm waiting for you in Key West." "I didn't know you were going to wait on me in Key West." Brittany replied. "I figured you'd fly back to the island." "Thought maybe we could get a nice hotel room, have dinner and spend some time together." Rob suggested. Brittany nodded her head, agreeing to meet him at the marina in Key West. Rob took over the controls as soon as he spotted land off to the left of the airplane. Landing at the small municipal airport in Fort Myers, Rob taxied up to the main building. "I'll see you in Key West around 5:00." Brittany stated. "It'll take me a couple of hours or so to get there once I leave the marina." "Ok." I'll be waiting for you." Rob replied, pulling Brittany into his arms. His kiss was long and tender, taking Brittany's mind off the business at hand. Slowly releasing their embrace, Brittany's mind got back on track. "Hey! You forgot to tell me the name of the book." He said, reminding her of their earlier conversation. "Thunder in the Caribbean." Brittany stated. Catching a taxi at the airport, Brittany headed for the marina to pick up the powerboat Langley had acquired for her. The service manager at the marina greeted her with a friendly smile and handshake. Escorting her out onto the dock, he showed her the powerboat, a Nor-Tech thirty-six foot catamaran. Painted a bright yellow with multiple colors splashed over the top and sides under a gelcoat finish, the boat looked sleek and extremely fast. The interior was white, highlighted with blues and yellows. "We just sold this boat earlier in the spring." The service manager stated. "Unfortunately the owner never had the opportunity to get it off the trailer. She'll cruise at a hundred, top speed's a hundred and forty-five." "She serviced and ready to go?" Brittany inquired. "Yep. Even filled the fuel tanks myself." He replied. "Just need your signature on the release forms." Back inside at the service desk, Brittany sat across from the manager, signing the documents for the boat. "Would you mind signing something else for me?" The manager asked, taking a book from one of the desk drawers. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 14 Brittany stared at the book in front of her. "Thunder in the Caribbean" had an embossed front cover partially depicting a girl in a bikini from her breasts to her knees with a badge pinned to one side of the bikini bottom. In her left hand, she was holding an automatic handgun down to her side. In the background was a rendering of a catamaran powerboat sitting in a lagoon. "Have you read any of it?" Brittany asked as she signed the inside page of the book. "Just the first two chapters." He replied. "It's awfully hard to put down once you start reading it." Stuffing her copies of the documents into the attaché, Brittany shook hands with the service manager and proceeded back to the boat. Changing her clothes below deck, she slipped into a white bikini, before firing up the twin Mercruiser engines. The four six-inch exhaust pipes sounded like thunder as the powerful engines idled. Two of the service technicians hurried over to untie the mooring lines, both smiling as they checked out Brittany in her skimpy bikini. Brittany eased the Nor-Tech powerboat away from the dock and out into the marina's open water. Once out of the idle zone, she eased the throttle levers forward. The catamaran responded immediately, instantly planing out on top of the water. On the open sea, Brittany pushed both throttles to half speed. The speedometer hit sixty miles per hour and kept climbing. Britt eased the throttles back slightly, letting the thirty-six foot powerboat cruise along while she enjoyed the scenery off the portside. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 15 With Key West less than thirty miles ahead, Brittany cut through the keys, passing beneath the Overseas Highway. Checking her watch, she noticed she’d estimated her time pretty close. Rob should be waiting at the marina for her. The late afternoon sun sparkled off the water surrounding the Keys as she continued on, slowing her speed as she incurred more boaters. Finding an open berth at the marina, Brittany eased the powerboat up to the dock. Shutting down both engines, the thundering exhaust pipes gave way to the serene quietness of the marina. A few of the boaters on the dock came over to get a closer look at the Nor-Tech catamaran powerboat. Tying off the boat’s bow and stern to the dock, she looked up to see Rob rushing towards her. “Wow! That’s some boat!” He exclaimed. “Yeah, it sure is.” Brittany responded. “I had to keep throttling her back to keep it under sixty miles per hour.” “Guess what?” Rob said. “Thunder in the Caribbean” is at the bookstores.” “I know.” Brittany stated. “The service manager at the marina had a copy. He asked me to sign it for him.” “Woohoo! You’re becoming quite a celebrity!” Rob remarked, grinning. Rob helped Brittany snap the boat’s cockpit cover in place before they proceeded up the pier. Putting his arm around her, he pulled her close to him. “I got us a nice room at the Hampton Inn.” Rob stated. “Thought we might grab some dinner and see a few of the sights.” During dinner, Rob talked about the book, his excitement evidenced in his voice. Brittany let him ramble on, not wanting to crush his enthusiasm. After dinner, the two walked along the streets lined with bars, nightclubs and shops. The warm evening seemed to have brought everyone out, especially the tourists. At one of the shops, a small crowd had formed near the entrance. Stopping to see what all the commotion was about, Brittany managed to get a glimpse of a display on her book “Thunder in the Caribbean”. People were actually buying the book! “Looks like its gonna be a bestseller!” Rob exclaimed. “Glad I bought mine when I did.” “You bought one!” Brittany responded, surprised. “I sure did. I can’t wait to read it.“ Rob replied, grinning. “I especially like the cover artwork.” “We need to talk before you read the book.” Brittany said. “Why? Is there something wrong with it?” Rob inquired, confused by her statement. “No. There’s nothing wrong with it.“ Brittany replied. “I just want people read it for the adventure and the documentary value. Not just for the sexual connotations.” After stopping at a nightclub and having a few drinks, the couple headed for their hotel. Brittany opted for a shower as soon as she got to their room. Getting comfortable sitting on the bed, Rob opened up his copy of the book. Brittany dried herself off, then wrapped a large towel around her before exiting the bathroom. Lighting up a cigarette, Brittany sat down on the bed, pulling the book from Rob’s hands. “I want you to remember that the events documented in this book are factual.” Brittany stated. “And what’s happened in my past is my business, not yours.” “This book will probably change how you feel about me.” She added. “I’m prepared for that. But it won’t change how I feel about you. I want you to remember that while you‘re reading.” Handing the book back to him, Brittany slipped into bed pulling the covers over her. Her tired body and lack of sleep the night before allowed her to drift off immediately. Waking sometime much later in the night, Brittany glanced over her shoulder. Rob was still sitting with his back against the headboard, reading the book. “What time is it?” She muttered, barely coherent. “1:00am.” Rob murmured, resting his hand on her hip. “Go back to sleep.” A couple of hours later, Rob slipped beneath the covers with Brittany, pulling her naked body against his. Grasping his arm, she held him close, feeling his warm, gentle breath against the side of her face. Cuddling together, Brittany returned to her sound sleep. Waking the next morning, she found herself still in Rob’s embrace. As she pulled his arm from around her, she accidentally woke him. “Go back to sleep.” Brittany said. “I’m gonna grab another quick shower and get dressed.” “Did you really shoot that woman in the face?” Rob muttered. “The one who tied you to the table and raped you.” His question caught Brittany a little off guard but she kept her composure. “Yeah. Yeah, I did.” Brittany replied, clearly remembering the incident. “Why?” She inquired. “Didn’t that bother you?” Rob asked. “Taking someone’s life like that.” “It was me or her.” Brittany answered. “I actually felt exhilarated that I got my revenge. “What about the guards at the house.” He questioned. “Did you feel the same way killing them?” “With them, it was a matter of escaping and saving Evelyn and her daughter, Tanya.” Brittany replied. “Although, I did want to make sure we killed everyone.” She added. “I wanted to burn everything at the scene, including the bodies. That’s why we burned the Scarab boat tied up at the dock.” “To cover your tracks, evidence that you’d been there?” Rob surmised. “To cover up the awful memories.” Brittany responded. “And, to leave a message to any others who might be involved in the sex slave business.” Rob ceased asking questions. His demeanor changed, causing her to be concerned. While she fixed her hair and put on her make-up, Rob picked up the book and continued reading. “Bathroom’s all yours!” Brittany exclaimed, putting on her bikini. “I put some coffee on while you were showering.” Rob stated. “Figured you’d want a cup.” Brittany lit up a cigarette and fixed herself a cup of coffee while she waited on Rob to get ready. His questions about the killings were not what she had expected from him. “Maybe he skipped over the sexual connotations in the book.” Brittany thought. “He doesn’t care what I’ve done or who I’ve been with. It‘s all those damn shootings that‘s got him upset!” Sitting at one of the many sidewalk cafes, the two watched as the tourists milled about buying souvenirs and taking pictures with their digital cameras. Directly across the street was a little bookstore just opening its doors for the day’s business. “You gonna buy one of your books or wait and read mine?” Rob inquired, grinning. “I’ll buy one for Evelyn and one for Kimmie.” Brittany replied. “I don’t need to read it. Remember, I wrote it.” “Then I need to get back to the base camp.” She added. “I’m gonna top off the fuel tanks and fill up the cooler at the marina. I should make it to Yellow Cay in about four hours.” “What’s at Yellow Cay?” Rob asked. “Not much.” Brittany answered. “A small store, bait shop and fueling station is about all I remember being there.” Leaving Brittany at the marina, Rob proceeded on to the airport. Brittany removed the cockpit cover on the Nor-Tech catamaran. Firing up both engines, she let them idle while she stowed the cover in a storage compartment. Pulling up at the marina’s store, two attendants tied the powerboat off for her. While they topped off the fuel tanks, Brittany ran into the store to get some soft drinks and snacks for her lengthy trip back to the base camp. “The little lady’ll pay for our fuel!” A familiar voice shouted from behind her. Quickly turning around, Brittany spotted Richard rushing towards her. Picking her up, he hugged her tight to his muscular body. “What are you doing down here in Key West?” He asked, smiling from ear to ear. “Oh, I’m just down here picking up a boat.” Brittany replied, trying to think of a quick excuse. “Actually, I’m just trying it out.” “Great!” Richard exclaimed. “Jake’s out on the dock with a couple of customers. We’re going out for a day of fishing.” Escorting Brittany down the dock, she saw Jake standing with two other men. His eyes bulged when he saw her approaching, holding Richard’s hand. Jake hugged her, shaking her side to side. “You never know who you’ll run into down here!” Jake exclaimed. “Why don’t you go out fishing with us?” “I’d like to but I’ve got to be going.” Brittany replied. “Can’t wait to get back to base camp, huh?” Jake said. “Base camp?” Brittany asked, trying to remain cool. “Evelyn called us.” Richard stated. “Told us all about you working for Langley and the DEA.” “She told us everything.” Jake added. “You don’t need to hide it from us. Although, I oughta spank your butt good for getting involved.” “I should’ve known Evelyn wouldn’t keep it a secret.” Brittany said. “She worries about me way too much.” “Hon, we all worry about you.” Richard stated. “Hey! Since you’re here, how about signing a couple of your books for us?” Jake asked. Rushing down to the lower cabin area of the boat, he came back with two copies of “Thunder in the Caribbean”. Brittany eagerly signed both copies, happy to oblige two of her former teammates and lovers. “Are you the author, Miss?” One of the fishermen asked, his eyes scanning Brittany’s bikini-clad body. “She not only wrote it, she lived it.” Richard replied. “We all lived it.” He proudly added. Back onboard the catamaran, Brittany steered a course for Andros Island. Cruising along at sixty miles per hour, she relaxed in the comfortable form-fitting seat, enjoying the warm sun. She was anxious to get back to the base camp and prepare for the rest of the team’s arrival. The weekend was quickly approaching, not much time to relax and finalize plans. Passing by Williams Island, a small rocky outcropping with dense overgrowth, Brittany spotted something suspicious a few yards above the shoreline. Slowing the boat’s speed, she turned the powerboat around to have a closer look. Spotting a sandy beach between the small island and Andros Island, she eased the boat into the shore. Securing the boat to some nearby rocks, Brittany trekked through the overgrowth. Her suspicions were well-founded. Beneath a large dark green canvas were six drums of gasoline and two fueling hoses. It had to be another fueling depot for drug runners. Brittany wasted no time in getting back to the boat. Tossing the mooring line to the rear floor of the boat, she continued on her way to Yellow Cay. Arriving at the small village, Brittany topped off the fuel tanks. The base camp was a little over an hour away. The sun was directly overhead, the temperature already approaching ninety. The breeze blowing over the top of the streamlined windshield of the Nor-Tech powerboat cooled Brittany as she drove the last leg of her long trip. Rob, Kimmie and Evelyn were standing on the rear deck of the houseboat as Brittany made her approach. Rob had a mooring line ready to tie off the catamaran to the stern of the houseboat. “Now that’s a boat!” Evelyn shouted. Kimmie grinned as she admired the wild paint scheme and the catamaran’s sleek styling. Brittany grabbed her purse and attaché, walking across the front deck of the boat. She noticed Evelyn was dressed as if she were leaving. “You going someplace?” Brittany inquired. “Yeah, afraid so.” Evelyn replied. “Jared phoned. I’ve got to get back to LA for a political fundraiser. Rob’s gonna fly me to Nassau to catch the jet back to the mainland.” “I wanted to wait till you got back before I left.” She added. “I couldn’t leave without saying good-bye.” “You gonna make it back before the weekend?” Brittany asked, disappointed by Evelyn’s departure. “No. Jared’s got some publicity meetings he wants me to attend.” Evelyn answered. “I’m not sure when I’ll get back. It’ll probably be after the May primaries.” “I understand.” Brittany said. “I just hate to see you leave.” “I do have something you can read on the plane though.” She added, handing her a copy of the book. “Great! Rob said it was out on the newsstands!” Evelyn exclaimed. Brittany and Kimmie helped Evelyn with her luggage as she and Rob made their way up the hill to the plane. Waving as the Piper aircraft took off; Brittany felt more disappointment in her friend’s sudden departure. “We had some boats go by late last night.” Kimmie stated as she and Brittany returned to the houseboat. “They must have really been flying!” “Powerboats or cruisers?” Brittany inquired. “I’m not sure. We couldn’t see them.” Kimmie replied. “They sounded just like your fancy boat though. Like thunder.” Brittany knew from Kimmie’s description that the boats had to be powerboats, more than likely drug runners making their trip under the cover of darkness. “They didn’t slow down when they went past, did they?” Brittany asked. “No. They zipped right on by.” Kimmie answered. “They were at least a half mile or so away when they went past us.” “You know. It might not be a bad idea if I showed you how to handle a handgun.” Brittany said. “Just in case. I just don’t want you accidentally shooting someone.” “Ok. I promise, I’ll be careful.” Kimmie responded. “I don’t know if I could pull the trigger if I had to is all.” Back on the houseboat, Brittany handed Kimmie the copy of “Thunder in the Caribbean” that she’s purchased for the young woman. “I’m gonna change clothes.” Brittany stated. “Then we’ll get you familiarized with the handguns.” Kimmie followed Brittany into the master stateroom. Sitting on the side of the bed, she watched as Brittany slipped off her bikini, tossing it into the hamper. Brittany noticed Kimmie’s eyes looking her up and down, admiring her body. After dressing in jeans and a t-shirt, the two exited the stateroom. In the stateroom designated for temporary storage, Brittany opened up one of the aluminum cases containing Glock .45 caliber handguns. Taking one pistol from the case, she released the clip and carefully checked it to make sure it was unloaded. Grabbing a box of cartridges from one of the ammo boxes, she sat down with Kimmie to explain how the gun worked. Kimmie listened intently to every word. “Let’s go up on the hill and I’ll show you how to fire it.” Brittany suggested. “We’ll grab some soft drink cans to take with us.” Brittany set the cans on several fallen trees and rocks along the crest of the hill. After showing Kimmie how to fill and load the clip, she engaged the gun’s safety. She went over the details of the gun one more time, making sure Kimmie fully understood the gun. Taking careful aim, she squeezed off several rounds, hitting two of the three targets. Kimmie flinched each time the gun fired. “Ok. It’s your turn.” Brittany said, carefully handing Kimmie the Glock handgun. Showing Kimmie how to hold the pistol steady and sight it on the targets, she let her squeeze off one round. The gun jumped a little as it fired, missing the target. Kimmie tightened her grip on the weapon. Her second shot hit its target, kicking it into the air. The smile on Kimmie’s face burst into a grin. Her second and third shots hit their targets. Kimmie was quite a marksman with the handgun. Expending the clip, Brittany had her engage the safety before reloading the magazine. Kimmie was a good student, remembering her instructions. Kimmie shot the second clip, her marksmanship continuing to improve. “Ok. That’s enough for today.” Brittany stated, grinning. “You’re making me look bad! We‘ll have another lesson tomorrow.” Brittany and Kimmie made their way down the hill to the houseboat. Brittany checked the handgun, assuring the safety was engaged. Securing it in a shoulder holster, she handed it to Kimmie, along with a box of cartridges. “Keep this someplace safe.” She said. “And remember, don’t use it in haste. Better to think your shot first than to think you’re sorry later.” Kimmie hurried to her stateroom, putting the handgun in the nightstand next to her bed. Brittany lit up a cigarette then took some soft drinks from the refrigerator. When Kimmie returned, the two went out on the front deck to enjoy their refreshments. “Are you really bisexual?” Kimmie muttered, surprising Brittany. “What makes you ask that?” Brittany asked, trying to sound casual. “Evelyn. She said you were.” Kimmie responded, her voice barely audible. “She said it was in your book.” Kimmie continued. “You and Karen and some other women got it on together.” “Well. If it’s in the book, it must be true.” Brittany responded, reluctantly. “Guess you think that fits into the weird category?” “I was just curious.” Kimmie mumbled, shrugging her shoulders. “I don’t think it’s weird.” Brittany had a vague idea Kimmie was more than just curious about her sexual activities. She looked off into the distance, hoping Kimmie would change the subject. “How long will it take Rob to fly to Nassau and back?” Kimmie inquired, breaking the strange silence. “A few hours, maybe more.” Brittany replied. “He’ll probably refuel the plane before he flies back unless he wants to go for an unexpected swim. Why?” Brittany asked. “Oh. I was just wondering.” Kimmie responded, biting her lower lip. “You kinda got your eye on him, don’t you?” Brittany questioned. “Oh no!” Kimmie quickly answered. “Not me. He’s your boyfriend.” “Rob’s not my boyfriend.” Brittany stated. “We just had a moment together. That’s all.” “But, I thought you said the sex was fantastic.” Kimmie said. “It was fantastic.” Brittany responded. “With me, it usually is.” “But that’s all it was, just sex.” She added. “Nothing more.” Although Brittany spoke the words convincingly and believed them to be a true assessment of her relationship with Rob, in her heart it wasn’t what she wanted. She felt the book had changed his feelings about her even though she’d tried to discuss it with him. They were feelings that couldn’t be reversed. “So, you’re saying, Rob’s fair game.” Kimmie remarked. “Yeah. That’s what I’m saying.” Brittany responded, almost choking on the words. While Brittany prepared dinner, Kimmie rigged the Nor-Tech powerboat with a long-range radio linked to the DEA’s communication channel. With it, Brittany could converse with the base camp and the DEA at the same time. The high-tech communications system would prove invaluable during drug interception tactics. The Piper Seneca flew low and directly over the houseboat as it made a steep banking turn to line up for a landing on top of the hill. “Lover Boy’s back!” Kimmie quipped, grinning as she entered the galley. “Just in time for dinner, too!” During dinner, the three discussed the new communication systems Kimmie was installing. Rob seemed keenly interested in being able to monitor the radio transmissions. “You’ll have to activate the headset switch manually in order to talk.” Kimmie stated. “I thought about going to automatic voice activation but the roar of the boat’s engines and the airplane’s motor would probably keep setting it off.” “The DEA will be able to monitor all the transmissions, right?” Rob questioned. “Everything.” Kimmie answered. “They’ll even be able to monitor me on the base station.” “I‘ll do the radio installation in the plane tomorrow.” Kimmie added. “That should be all the setups I’ll need to make except for the base.” After dinner, Brittany straightened up the galley while Rob and Kimmie sat in the livingroom reading, “Thunder in the Caribbean”. Relaxing in a leather casual chair, Brittany booted up her laptop computer, searching her mapping software for Williams Island. “Looking for a place to shoot someone?” Rob kidded. “Sort of.” Brittany retorted, glaring at Rob. “I spotted another fueling station as I passed by Williams Island this morning. I’m trying to find an aerial view of it.” “You think it belongs to some of the drug runners?” Kimmie asked, looking up from her book. “Yeah. I’m sure it does.” Brittany answered. “There’s nothing else around it for miles.” Later that evening, Brittany decided to call it a day. Shutting down her laptop, she stuffed the computer into her attaché. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 15 “I’m going to bed.” She stated. “I’ll see you guys in the morning.” “I’ll be in later.” Rob muttered. “Want me to wake you?” “Not unless it’s for business.” Brittany retorted. “I changed the sheets on your bed.” Rob’s handsome face shown a look of surprise at her statement. Putting his book down, he followed Brittany to her stateroom. “Something the matter?” He inquired, keeping his voice down. “No. Nothing’s the matter.” Brittany replied. “I’m just sleeping alone, that’s all.” “Is it something I said? Something I did?” Rob asked. “Not really.” Brittany answered. “I think it’s best if we keep our relationship strictly on a professional basis.” “What brought all this on?” He questioned, sounding disappointed. “It has nothing to do with you.” Brittany replied. “It’s just the way I am.” “Guess you’re either killing people or fucking them to death, huh!” Rob retorted. “That’s the way you want to live your life!” “Is that what you’ve gotten so far from reading the book?” Brittany asked. “Or is that the way you want to sum it up?” Rob rushed out of the stateroom, slamming the door behind him. Their combined anger had ruined their relationship. Sleeping on and off throughout the night, Brittany was wakened twice by high-speed powerboats passing their base camp. She listened carefully for any change in the boat’s speeds not wanting to be caught off-guard. Waking early the next morning, Brittany slipped on a short robe before proceeding to the galley. While putting on fresh coffee, she noticed Kimmie stretched out on the coach, reading. “You at it already?” Brittany inquired. “I haven’t been to bed yet.” Kimmie replied. “I’ve been up all night.” “Good God!” Brittany exclaimed. “The book’s not that damn good!” “Oh yes it is.” Kimmie responded. “You should know. After all, you wrote it.” “Rob’s pissed.” She added. “Said you dumped him.” “He’ll get over it.” Brittany remarked. “Men always get over it.” “And women don’t?” Kimmie remarked, questioning her comment. “I don’t.” Brittany replied. “But, that’s just me.” “You want to explain that?” Kimmie inquired. “Not really.” Brittany responded. “It’s a long story. Something I won’t get over.” Later that morning, Kimmie headed for her stateroom to get some much needed sleep. Brittany showered and put on one of her new bikinis, a bright red string bikini. Sitting on the top level of the houseboat, she ran through her notes on the fueling stations she’d discovered. Hearing footsteps ascending the interior stairway, she glanced up to see Rob approaching her. “I want to apologize for the remark I made last night.” He muttered, sitting down across from her. “There’s no need to apologize.” Brittany responded. “There’s some truth in what you said. It’s just not all the truth.” “You wanna take out one of the waverunners, maybe head up the coastline?” Rob suggested. “I need to go over these notes.” Brittany replied. “I wanna get some plans in place.” “Why don’t you go ahead?” She continued. “You don’t need me along.” “Why don’t you show me how to handle a handgun like you did Kim?” Rob suggested. “Nope! No fucking way!” Brittany snapped. “You fly the plane. That’s all you’re gonna do.” “The shooters and I’ll take care of killing everyone!” She smarted off. “That is, when we’re not fucking ourselves crazy.” Her harsh remark angered Rob. Jumping up from his chair, he raced down the stairway to the living area. A few minutes later she heard him dive into the water off the back of the houseboat. Brittany regretted being cruel to Rob, snapping at him and making insensitive comments. “Hey! You wanna go up to Congo Town and get some beer?” She shouted from the top deck. “I don’t care.” Rob responded, hurriedly swimming back to the boat. Brittany grabbed the keys to the powerboat and a beach towel from the linen closet. Tossing the towel to Rob, she waited while he dried himself off. Brittany fired up the twin engines on the Nor-Tech catamaran. Letting them rumble at idle, she watched the oil pressure and temperature gauges till they leveled off. Rob untied the boat from the stern of the houseboat, stepping onto the bow before Brittany eased it out of the cove. Sitting in the passenger seat, he stared at her butt and legs with fixed eyes as she gradually increased the boat’s speed. The powerful catamaran planed out immediately, it’s long, sleek bow cutting through the warm tropical air as Brittany steered a course around the southern tip of the island. Forty-five minutes later, Brittany cut the powerboat’s speed as she approached the floating docks at Congo Town. Rob tied the boat’s bow to the dock while Brittany secured the stern. Grabbing her billfold, the two headed for the town’s main street. Congo town was one of the larger of the few towns on Andros Island. With three small hotels and a few cafes, it wasn’t on many tourists’ agendas as a place to visit, let alone spend much time. “Let’s grab a cold one before we pick up the supplies.” Brittany suggested, pointing to an open-air bar. The two sat on bar stools watching a few tourists browse the souvenir stands, trying to strike a deal with the native vendors. Rob was more interested in looking at Brittany in her red string bikini than viewing the local sights. “Can I ask you a personal question?” He inquired. “I just need a simple yes or no.” “I guess. As long as it’s not too personal.” Brittany replied. “If something were to happen to me, would you be willing to take custody of my son?” Rob asked. “Nothing’s going to happen to you.” Brittany responded, totally surprised by his question. “You won’t be near any danger.” “Anything could happen, especially flying at night.” Rob countered. “After all, we are going to be dealing with drug runners.” “You got some kind of premonition or something?” Brittany asked, lighting up a cigarette. “No, not really.” Rob answered. “The thought crosses my mind more frequently since I came down here is all.” “Who’s taking care of Tyler now.” Brittany inquired. “He’s staying with my sister and brother.” Rob replied. “They’ve got two kids of their own, both younger than Ty.” “Wouldn’t they take care of him, if something were to happen to you?” Brittany questioned. “It’d be hard on them.” Rob answered. “My brother has a hard time keeping a job. I send them money to help out when I can.” “My parents would probably end up taking custody of him.” He added. “I just hate to feel I was burdening them.” “Well ……… I doubt if the legal system would let me just take him.” Brittany responded. “I’m not any relation. Your family would probably put up a fight before letting a stranger take him.” “Yeah. I guess.” Rob muttered, his voice emitting disappointment. “Just don’t take any chances.” Brittany suggested. “Don’t get yourself in any dangerous situations. You’ll be alright.” After shopping for supplies and several cases of beer at the only liquor store in town, Rob and Brittany returned to the powerboat. Back on course for the base camp, Brittany kept the speed to just over forty miles per hour. Her thoughts were on Rob and his son, Tyler. She already had Kimmie to worry about, now she had Rob to be concerned with. The last thing Brittany needed was more worries. Back at the houseboat, Rob put the supplies away while Brittany put the beer in the refrigerator. Kimmie was still asleep in her stateroom. “I’m going to go up and check on the plane.” Rob stated. “I’ll be back in a little while.” Brittany entered Kimmie’s stateroom to check on her. Kimmie awoke suddenly hearing the door open. “Didn’t mean to wake you.” Brittany murmured. “Just wanted to make sure you were alright.” “That’s ok.” Kimmie responded. “I need to get the radio equipment set up in the plane.” “Rob’s already up there.” Brittany stated. “I’m sure he’ll give you a hand if you need it.” Kimmie took a quick shower before slipping on a skimpy hot pink bikini. Taking one of the radio systems from the storage room, she headed up the hill towards the aircraft. To Brittany it was obvious that Kimmie’s attire was intended to attract Rob’s attention. A few hours later, Rob and Kimmie descended the hill. As they strolled across the beach to the houseboat, Rob put his arm around Kimmie’s waist, pulling her close to him. It appeared his gesture was intended to make Brittany jealous. After dinner, the three sat in the livingroom of the luxurious houseboat drinking beer and talking about the rest of the team members who would be joining them the following day in Freeport. “We won’t have as much privacy like we’ve been used to.” Kimmie said. “Give it some time.” Brittany responded. “After awhile, you won’t feel you need much privacy.” “What’s the sleeping arrangements gonna be?” Rob inquired. “Everyone gonna have a roommate.” “Everyone but me.” Brittany replied. “I’m sleeping alone.” “Kimmie can be my roommate if she wants.” Rob quipped. “I’ll make sure she stays warm at night.” “I doubt if you could handle Kimmie’s action!” Brittany exclaimed. “She’d wear your ass out!” “Hey! Don’t I get a say in who I sleep with?” Kimmie asked, grinning. He speech slightly slurred from the alcohol. “I wanna see what the rest of the team looks like.” “We’ll start with Kimmie sharing a room with Amanda.” Brittany stated. “The guys can share the other staterooms. After that, it’s up to each individual as to who they sleep with.” “Just remember one thing. What goes on here, stays here.” Brittany said. “I don’t want anyone bragging about their sexual conquests when this gig is over and they’re back stateside.” Later that evening, Brittany went to her stateroom leaving Rob and Kimmie alone in the livingroom. Just as she was about to doze off, she heard the two of them enter Rob’s stateroom, closing the door behind them. Kimmie was quite nervous being alone with Rob. She hadn’t been with anyone sexually since before the birth of her daughter. Rob sensed her apprehension, deciding it best to take it slow and gentle with the young Asian woman. Sitting on the bed, he kissed her softly on the lips. His gentleness eased her tensions, allowing her anxieties to slowly diminish. His warm embrace and tender kisses soon had her in the mood for more physical activities. Untying the top of her bright pink bikini, Rob let it fall to her lap. Her small, perky breasts, highlighted by the dark tanlines, were perfect for her petite body. Laying her back on the bed, his hand brushed lightly over the minuscule nipples, teasing them to erection. Kimmie was feeling deep desires she’d only thought about for the past several years. Rob’s kisses became more passionate, exciting Kimmie’s sexual cravings. Slipping his tongue between her lips, he flicked his tongue feverously at Kimmie’s. Deep, throaty moans escaped her mouth as she succumbed to his seduction. Rob’s moist kisses trailed along Kimmie’s neckline till he was gently nibbling at her ears. Her long fingernails gouged into Rob’s shoulders, near the point of drawing blood. Her passions only served to encourage Rob with his seduction tactics. His hand cupped one of Kimmie’s small breasts, gently massaging and fondling the firm mass. Kimmie’s eyes were closed, blocking out everything but the strong sexual sensations her heated body was enjoying. Rob’s mouth placed hot kisses on Kimmie’s beasts, covering every inch. His lips tugged gently on her hard nipples, bring about a loud moan. His teeth grated across them, sending sharp tingling sensations to her inner depths. Kimmie’s legs lifted her butt up from the bed as her body writhed uncontrollably. Rob slipped a hand inside her bikini, feeling the sparse covering of pubic hair. His finger sliding between her legs had her begging to be fucked. Rob pushed the bottom of Kimmie’s hot pink bikini down, exposing her pussy. A narrow strip of dark pubic hair pointed the way to heaven. Rob’s finger massaged her pussy, feeling moisture clinging to the lips of Kimmie’s pussy. Sliding his middle finger inside her, he brought Kimmie nearer to an orgasm. Shoving the bikini down her legs, he left it dangling around one ankle. Rob spread her legs apart, gazing at her small slit. His mouth sucked at her clit while he fingered Kimmie’s hot, juicy pussy. Within moments, Kimmie was in the throws of sexual ecstasy. Her orgasm was like a dormant volcano suddenly exploding. Lifting her taut ass upwards, she bucked against Rob’s finger sawing in and out of her pussy. Her juices were flooding her wanton pussy, saturating Rob‘s hand. Kimmie’s loud moans filled the stateroom, vibrating off the walls. Her incredible orgasm seemed to last forever as her body gave in to her sleeping desires. Slipping off the bed, Rob stripped out of his clothes, letting them gather in a pile at the side of the bed. His hard cock was hard as steel, ready to explore Kimmie’s tight pussy. Climbing between her spread legs, he lifted them to his shoulders. Kimmie’s ankles rested against Rob’s broad shoulders. Looking down between her legs, she watched as Rob guided the broad head of his huge cock to her pussy. “Please ……… it’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone.” She muttered. Rob eased the head of his cock between the moist folds of Kimmie’s pussy. Pushing gently, he penetrated her, bringing a loud gasp from her lips. Kimmie’s pussy slowly gave way as Rob shoved more and more of his throbbing cock inside her. Kimmie’s wantonness became aggressive as she fucked herself on Rob’s hard cock. Her ankles rocked on his shoulders as she bucked against him. She couldn’t get enough of his hot shaft fast enough! Rob’s strong hands subdued the petite woman, wanting to remain in control. Pulling his cock from her pussy, he looked at it glistening with Kimmie’s cum. Plunging hard into her pussy, he lifted her ass completely up from the bed. Rob’s cock was in control of his body. Gyrating his hips, he fucked her like an angry bull. Kimmie moans turned to screams as her body burned off her sexually pent-up desires. Her second orgasm, much like the first, came on sudden and unexpected. Rob held her tight as he fucked her hard and fast through the orgasm. His cock spewed its hot load into Kimmie’s pussy, mixing with her juices. Kimmie’s head was thrown back wildly, arching her body up off the bed. Her tight pussy clenched Rob’s cock, locking him to her. As Kimmie’s orgasm dwindled, her body felt weak, too weak to move. Rob eased her tensed body down onto the bed. Leaning over her, he kissed her lovingly on the lips while brushing the hair from her face. His affectionate actions brought a subtle smile to Kimmie’s cute face. Slipping his cock from her pussy, he strolled across the hallway to the bathroom, to clean himself up. Reentering the stateroom, Rob used a warm washcloth to wash the dripping cum from Kimmie’s pussy. “You’re quite a lover.” Kimmie murmured, complimenting Rob on his sexual prowess. “Well, it depends on who I’m with.” Rob responded. “Not everyone seems to appreciate true love.” Kimmie was confused by his statement but she was too tired to ask for an explanation. Rob held her close in his strong arms, making her feel safe and secure. Drifting off to sleep, she wondered if Rob had more than just a sexual desire for her. Waking early the next morning, Kimmie found herself alone in Rob’s stateroom. After taking a quick shower, she slipped into a black thong bikini, hoping to taunt Rob. She found him sitting on the front deck with Brittany, sipping coffee. Sitting down with the couple she joined in on their conversation. “Rob’s going to fly up to Freeport while I drive the boat up to the marina there.” Brittany stated. “We’ll pick up the rest of the team and be back sometime this afternoon.” “Think I’ll lay out on the top deck, maybe get a tan on my buns.” Kimmie quipped. “Just make sure you don’t get too much of a tan.” Rob said, his eyes glaring at Brittany. “I can give your buns all the tanning they need.” Brittany didn’t react to Rob’s statement, like he expected. Choosing to remain silent, she finished her coffee, before entering the interior of the houseboat. “That might not have been the best thing to say in front of Brittany.” Kimmie warned. “I hope you’re not trying to make her jealous.” “She’s not jealous.” Rob responded. “She doesn’t give a damn about anything except killing people and making money at it.” “That’s a terrible thing to say!” Kimmie retorted. “You not getting the true meaning of her book. She put her ass on the line to save nine women from a life of slavery. All you’re reading is the shootings and the money deals.” “You’re a fucking ass!” She added. “You don’t deserve what you’ve gotten from either one of us! You‘ll never get me in your bed again! And, you sure as hell don‘t deserve anyone like Brittany!” Kimmie’s sudden outburst and blatant remarks put Rob back in his chair. His face was reddened by Kimmie’s verbal retaliation. Leaving him alone at the table, she walked into the livingroom. “Men are such fucking assholes!” She muttered to Brittany. “And Rob’s one of the biggest!” “Don’t take it so hard.” Brittany responded, keeping her voice low. “Rob’s no different than alot of other guys. When we get into action, we’ll see his true being. “He said you were only into killing people and making money.” Kimmie muttered. “I heard him.” Brittany replied. “There’s some truth to it ……… but only to a point.” “He also asked me to take custody of his son if anything were to happen to him.” Brittany added. “I think it’s strictly a ruse to find out how I really feel about him. I‘m not sure though.” “What’d you tell him?” Kimmie asked. “Did you say yes or no?” “I didn’t give him an answer.” Brittany answered. “I don’t want to play into his hand.” “What if something were to happen to him?” Kimmie questioned. “Would you be willing to take custody of his son?” “Whatta you think?” Brittany replied, picking up her attaché and proceeding to the rear of the houseboat. Brittany fired up the engines on the Nor-Tech powerboat, letting them idle till they warmed up. Kimmie untied the boat from the houseboat’s stern. Rob took off from the hill, letting the plane make a slow banking turn as it flew back over the houseboat. “I’ll be back later.” Brittany shouted, as Kimmie tossed her the rope. A few hours later, Brittany joined Rob in the lobby of the airport at Freeport. He wasn’t his usual talkative self. “You take the shooters back with you on the plane.” Brittany stated. “I’ll take the surveillance guys with me on the boat. They’re bound to have a bunch of equipment. Too much so for the plane to carry.” Ray and Frank Caposi were the first to arrive. The two brothers, two years apart in age, barely resembled each other. Ray, the older of the two at thirty-two, was short and slightly overweight. His younger brother Frank, the more handsome of the two, was tall with an athletic build. Both men had coal-black hair, evidence of their Italian heritage. Frank and Ray had been in the special operations force of the military, performing security and infiltration tactics in Afghanistan. Ray’s passion was cooking and from his appearance, he loved to eat what he cooked. Introducing Rob and herself to the two men, she directed them to the lounge while they waited on the rest of the team. Both men seemed quite pleasant and friendly although they didn’t have much to say. Amanda Webb was the next to arrive. She was the last of the three shooters. With her tall, statuesque figure and short blonde hair, she looked more like a fashion model than someone who was good with a gun. Rob’s eyes engulfed her as she approached them. She was wearing a short skirt that barely covered her crotch and a low-cut top, which displayed her shapely breasts. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 15 “You must be Brittany.” Amanda spoke softly. “I’m Amanda Webb.” Brittany introduced her to Rob, stating he would be flying her and the Caposi brothers back to the island. Amanda had the brightest emerald green eyes Brittany had ever seen. They complimented her beautiful face and short blonde hair perfectly. Only Brittany knew that the twenty-nine year old Amanda was on loan from the Secret Service. Her identity would have to be closely guarded during the assignment if she were to return to her employer. “You’ve got your crew.” Brittany stated. “You may as well help them with their gear and get them back to the island. I’ll wait for the other two and join you later.” “And try to pay attention to flying and off Amanda’s body.” Brittany smarted. “I’m sure you’ll get your turn with her eventually.” Rob directed the trio of people to the Piper Seneca. Assisting Amanda with her luggage, he was already trying to charm the woman out of her panties. “Stay cool.” She thought. “Let him keep trying to make me jealous. It’ll give him something to do.” Todd Caruthers and Vince Beckman were the last to arrive from Miami. Experts in surveillance and espionage, they’d worked for the U.S. Marshals for several years before starting up their own investigation business. Both were in their mid-thirties, both were married with families stateside. Vince was also known as “Joker” because of his sense of humor. His strong, athletic build, blonde hair and handsome face were his most popular traits with the ladies. Langley had warned Brittany that fidelity to his wife was almost non-existent. Vince fancied himself as quite a charmer with the women. Todd Caruthers, on the other hand, looked like he was about to preach a sermon. His boyish face and short brown hair gave him a look of pure innocence. His smile was almost a shy grin as he shook hands with Brittany. He appeared to be quite bashful and nervous in her presence. “Well, I can see I’m gonna like working for you!” Vince exclaimed, his eyes scanning over Brittany from head to toe. “Let’s hope I can still say the same when this assignment is over.” Brittany responded, letting him know she was apprehensive.” Todd and Vince gathered their luggage, placing them on a handcart. Heading towards the freight pickup area of the small airport, Vince was trying his best to get on Brittany’s good side. Loading the surveillance gear into a small van, Brittany directed the driver to take them to the marina. After getting the men’s luggage and equipment onboard the powerboat, Brittany steered the boat out of the marina, setting course for the base camp. She noticed Todd looked a little ill sitting in the passenger seat across from her. “You alright?” She asked. “You have problems being out on the water?” “I’ll be alright.” He answered, hanging on tight to the grab bar on the dash. “It’s my first time on a boat.” “I’ll take it slow and easy.” Brittany said. “Sort of let you get your sea legs.” “Thanks. I’d really appreciate it.” Todd responded with a hint of a smile on his innocent face.3 Bikini And A Badge Ch. 16 Brittany took her time getting back to the base camp along the southern shoreline of Andros Island. Todd had released his tight grip on the dash's grab bar long before the color had returned to his paled face. Ray and Frank Caposi were waiting for them at the stern of the houseboat as Brittany nosed the bow of the catamaran powerboat towards them. After tying the boat off, the two brothers helped Todd and Vince unload their gear and surveillance equipment. Rob was nowhere in sight. It was obvious he had other things that were occupying his interests. Everyone but Kimmie had gathered in the livingroom of the houseboat, waiting further instructions. "You guys can put your equipment in the spare stateroom." Brittany stated, directing Todd and Vince down the narrow hallway." "Who's sleeping where?" Vince Beckman inquired with a hint of a grin on his face. "You and your brother can share a stateroom." Brittany replied. "Frank and Ray in another." "Amanda, you'll be sharing a room with Kimmie." She added. "She's around here somewhere." "I think she's up on the top deck, laying out in the sun." Amanda stated. "I met her briefly when we arrived." "What about you?" Vince asked. "Where're you sleeping?" "My stateroom's at the rear of the boat." Brittany answered with a glare. "I sleep alone!" "Vince and I should probably start setting up our equipment while we've still got plenty of daylight." Todd suggested. "After that, I'd like to prepare a nice dinner for everyone. Hope everyone likes Italian." Everyone agreed with Todd's suggestion. Having someone on the team who actually liked to cook was warmly welcomed. While everyone went about getting situated, Brittany ascended the stairway to the upper level of the houseboat. Kimmie was relaxing in the hottub, sipping a cold soft drink. She didn't look very happy. "See you made it back alright." Kimmie muttered as Brittany approached. "Yeah. I brought the surveillance team with me." Brittany responded. "Take it, you met Amanda." Brittany said. "What a slut!" Kimmie retorted. "That fuckin Rob can't keep his eyes off her!" "Well, whatta you expect?" Brittany asked. "She's got one helluva body! Great legs!" "At least there's four other guys left for the two of us to share." Kimmie stated, grinning. "There's four other guys for YOU to share!" Brittany corrected. "I'm not sleeping with any of them." "Why? What's the matter?" Kimmie asked, surprised. "You haven't lost your sexual appetite, have you?" "No, I haven't lost anything." Brittany replied. "I'm just gonna keep things on a professional basis, that's all." By early evening Todd was in the galley fixing dinner. He and Vince, along with the Caposi brothers help, had their surveillance equipment set up onshore. One radar system could pick up a boat, no matter how small, as far away as seventy miles and track its course and speed. The other system, even more sophisticated, could alert them to any aircraft in the vicinity for a distance of well over a hundred and fifty miles. Vince showed Brittany how the equipment performed although she was quite familiar with radar systems on boats she'd driven. "I brought a portable system along to put on the chase boat." Vince stated. "I'll can install it in the morning if you'd like." "Ok." Brittany agreed. "I'll give you a hand so I can get familiarized with it." During dinner, Todd received countless compliments on his cooking skills till his face blushed beet-red. Amanda brought up the subject of Brittany's book. She was the only one, other than Rob and Kimmie who was aware of it. "What's the book about?" Vince inquired. "Hope you brought a copy with you." "I've got a copy you can read." Kimmie quickly stated. "I finished it this morning." "It's about murdering a bunch of bad guys and making lots of money while doing it!" Brittany spoke up, trying to be a smart-ass. "What's the name of the book?" Todd questioned. "Thunder in the Caribbean." Kimmie spoke before Brittany could open her mouth. "It's a documentary." The stern look on Brittany's face was aimed directly at Kimmie, trying to get her to shut up about the book but it was to no avail. Kimmie kept on promoting the book like it was a bestseller, knowing full well it disturbed Rob. "I've got a copy someone can have." Rob retorted. "I lost interest in it before I was halfway through it." "Rob lost interest when he found out there weren't any pictures in the book." Kimmie quipped, glaring at the man. "Kimmie! Shut the fuck up!" Brittany shouted. "I don't wanna hear another word about it! OK?" The rest of the dinner was eaten in near silence. Everyone surmised there was alot of tension between their team's leader and Rob. After dinner, Brittany and Kimmie cleaned up the galley. "I'm sorry about pissing you off during dinner." Kimmie muttered. "I was only trying to stick up for you." "I don't need anyone sticking up for me." Brittany murmured. "I can do my own talking." "I know. I was just trying to get back at Rob." Kimmie said. "He's acting like such an ass." "He's a mental mess." Brittany stated, keeping her voice down. "He's still grieving over his wife's death, concerned about someone taking care of his son and he's worried about me." "What do you mean he's worried about you?" Kimmie asked. "Wait till we start intercepting the drug runners." Brittany answered. "I'm betting he loses his cool the first time he thinks I'm in any danger." "You think he loves you?" Kimmie exclaimed. "Oh God! I shouldn't have slept with him last night!" "I'm glad you did." Brittany responded. "Let him get all the fresh pussy he can. Once it's out of his system, he'll come back to me." "You are weird!" Kimmie muttered. "I wouldn't want any man of mine fucking other women." "I wouldn't mind ……… as long as I'm involved." Brittany quipped. "Wow! You are weird!" Kimmie exclaimed, grinning evilly. Early the next morning, Brittany gathered the Caposi brothers and Amanda together for a talk on strategies. Showing them the weaponry they'd be using, they were quite fascinated with the PWA M4-A3 assault rifles as well as the Glock 37-45 handguns. Brittany placed three of the Winchester 1100 modified shotguns on the table. "I've got leg holsters to go with these along with plenty of ammo for everything." Brittany stated. "When this assignment ends, you can keep the weapons if you want." She added. "I won't be needing them." "We're gonna be done by the first of December, right?" Frank Caposi inquired. "That's what Langley told us." "Yeah. We'll pack it up then." Brittany replied. "If these tactics prove successful, the DEA will put in their guys after the first of the year." Brittany placed the photographs of the fueling stations along with maps of the areas on the table for everyone to see. Explaining the tactics she wanted to use and why, they all agreed to follow her plan. "We may not have any luck trying to ambush the runners at the fueling stations but if it does work out for us, we've got to make sure and not shoot the boats up." Brittany stated. "They won't be worth a damn for resale if we do." "Where you gonna hide the chase boat?" Amanda inquired. "The runners will spot it for sure." "We'll use the waverunners to get to the fueling stations." Brittany replied. "We can hide them fairly easy." "Do we shoot first and ask questions later?" Ray asked. "No! We need to call out for them to drop their weapons first." Brittany answered. "No one fires a shot unless they pull the trigger first." "Then what?" Amanda inquired. "Then we gun their asses down." Brittany replied. "Go for a headshot if you can. We'll be wearing bulletproof vests. They might be too." After concluding the meeting, Brittany changed into a skimpy black bikini to help Vince install the high-tech radar system in the chase boat. Rob stood on the top deck of the houseboat watching as she and the technician worked on the project. "I noticed Rob kinda keeps an eye on you." Vince said. "Hope he's not the jealous type." "Rob keeps an eye on anything with tits." Brittany responded. "Don't pay any attention to him." That evening as the Caposi brothers, Amanda and Brittany were preparing for their first ambush, Rob walked into Brittany's stateroom. Brittany was sitting on the bed, strapping the shotgun to her right leg. Looking up at Rob, she noticed his face was paled. "Don't start in on me." Brittany warned. "I don't need any hassling right now." "I'm not here to hassle you." Rob muttered, choking out the words. "I just wanted to remind you to be careful." "I'll be careful." Brittany responded. "I don't need you reminding me." "When you get back in the morning, we need to have a talk." Rob suggested. "I don't think so." Brittany retorted. "We don't have anything to talk about." Rob stepped aside as Brittany exited the master stateroom. Checking in with Kimmie at the radio and Todd and Vince at the radar monitors, she gathered the team together for one last briefing. Everyone was set to go. Lowering the two waverunners into the water, Amanda got on behind Brittany while Ray got on the other waverunner behind his brother. An hour and a half later, the four pulled into Williams Island along the western coastline of Andros Island. Hiding the waverunners along the north shore of the island they trekked back to the site of the fueling station. Getting everyone in position so they wouldn't be firing in each other's direction, Brittany checked in with Kimmie back on the houseboat. "Can the DEA monitor us?" Brittany asked. "I can't get a response from them." "We've got a slight problem, probably because of your location." Kimmie answered. "I'll have to relay your messages to them." "Well, maybe we won't have much to say to them anyway." Brittany responded. "We don't need alot of chatter disrupting our concentration." Checking in with Frank and Ray about fifty yards from her position with Amanda, the team relaxed, waiting for someone to show up. The clear night skies darkened. The tiny island was illuminated solely by the stars and the moon. Hours went by with nothing happening. It looked like it was going to be a long, boring night. "Kinda romantic out here, ain't it?" Frank spoke over his radio. "Might be kinda nice if you sent Amanda over here with me. I'll trade you Ray even up." "Think with your head Frank, not your balls." Brittany replied. "GOT ONE!" Kimmie shouted, breaking her radio silence. "Vince said there's one coming right up the coastline, right at you." Looking through her nightvision binoculars, Brittany scanned over the water but didn't see anything. "How far away are they?" She asked, talking into the headset microphone. "GOT TWO!" Kimmie shouted. "Vince's got two blips on his screen." "Ask him if he's sure." Brittany ordered. "See if he knows what the hell he's looking at." "It's two!" Kimmie came back, her voice excited. "Todd thinks they're running side by side." "God damn!" Ray exclaimed. "We're gonna be busier than hell!" "Let's wait till both boats get to shore before we make a move." Brittany stated. "I'll make the call. Everyone hold their fire." "Got a plane!" Kimmie shouted over the radio. "It's off the coastline about a five miles." "Well, I sure as hell can't do anything about it." Brittany responded. The short period of silence was broken by the distant sounds of two powerboats approaching the team's location. Looking through the binoculars, Brittany could barely make out the figures of three men, two on one boat, just one on the other. Informing the rest of the team what she was seeing, she cautioned them not to hit the fuel drums. "Maybe they'll give up without a shot being fired." Amanda said. "Let's hope so anyway." The two powerboats glided up to the island, cutting their engines as the boats drifted towards the rocky shoreline. The men spoke in Spanish, barely audible to Brittany's ears. Just as the trio tied their boats to the rocks, Brittany made her move. "DEA! Put down your weapons and your hands in the air!" She shouted. For a brief moment it looked like the three men were going to comply with the command. One of the men had to try and shoot his way out of the situation. Pulling an automatic pistol from his belt, he fired blindly into the night. The volley of return fire resulted in all three men being gunned down where they stood. In less than two or three seconds, one man had made the fatal decision resulting in the deaths of three people. "We got em!" Ray shouted. "We got the Motherfuckers!" "Kimmie, you there?" Brittany asked, speaking into her headset. "YES! We're here!" She replied. "What's going on?" "Send in the DEA." She commanded. "We've got three down." "Anyone hurt?" Rob asked, shouting into the microphone. "You guys ok?" "I've got a leg cramp and Amanda says she's gotta pee." Brittany quipped. "Frank's still horny but Todd's ok." "One of the fuel drums must have taken a hit." She added. "I can smell gasoline." "DEA says they can't make it to your location till dawn." Kimmie said, taking the microphone away from Rob. "They won't land their helicopters on the island till they've got daylight." "Well, we'll have to wait on them I guess." Brittany replied. "We'll get the drugs offloaded. Hope they get here before these guys start stinking up the place." "You want me to call Langley and let him know what's going on?" Kimmie suggested. "Yeah. That might not be a bad idea." Brittany replied. "It'll put a smile on his ugly kisser." None of the fuel drums had been struck with a bullet but one of the fuel hoses had been partially severed. Frank and Ray dragged the bodies onto the rocks so they wouldn't float away. Amanda and Brittany stacked the packages of cocaine, tightly wrapped in plastic, next to the drug runners. In the dark it was too hard to tell if the boats had suffered any damage. "Let's fuel up the boats with the one good hose that's left. "Brittany ordered. "We'll tie the waverunners onto the back and tow them back." It was well after sunrise before two DEA UH-1N "Huey" helicopters made a landing on the tiny island near the crest overlooking the team's location. A half dozen uniformed men approached the site, carrying automatic assault rifles. Laying a net down, they loaded the three slain drug runners onto it. On another net they loaded the bundles of cocaine after weighing them on a small, portable scale. "I want a receipt for all this crap." Brittany stated. "We're working on commission here." The DEA commander-in-charge wrote out a receipt for the bundles of cocaine. "You want a receipt for the dead bodies too?" He smarted off. "Nah. We're not going to bother keeping score." Brittany replied. "I'm not into headcounts." After the two "Hueys" lifted off with their cargo, the team straightened up the area before heading back to base camp. As they were pulling away from the island, Rob flew over them in the Piper Seneca, bobbing his wings at them. With Frank at the helm of one boat with Ray onboard, he followed Brittany and Amanda in the other boat. It was late morning by the time the four arrived back at the houseboat. Everyone was anxiously awaiting their arrival. "Are we ever glad to see you guys!" Kimmie shouted. "You guys alright?" Todd inquired. "Yeah. Everyone's ok." Ray replied, unloading the gear and weapons. "Looks like the boats came through unscathed." Frank said. "How are we gonna go about getting rid of them?" "I'll come up with something." Brittany responded. "Right now, all I want is a shower and some sleep." "Me too and something to eat!" Amanda exclaimed. After hoisting the waverunners back onto the houseboat, everyone gathered in the livingroom to hear Frank's detailed description of what happened on the tiny island. Brittany didn't want to hear it all played out again so she proceeded on to her stateroom. As she was slipping out of her clothes, Rob came in. "Are you alright?" He asked. "Yeah. I'm ok." Brittany answered, standing in her underwear. "Just tired." "Kimmie's going to fix some lunch for everyone." Rob said. "You're probably hungry." "Just coffee. That's all I really want." Brittany responded, removing the last of her clothing. Standing in the shower, Brittany let the warm water wash over her tired body. After toweling herself off, she sat on the edge of the bed with a towel wrapped around her. Kimmie peeked into the stateroom before entering. "You were right." Kimmie said, as she sat down on the bed next to Brittany. "Rob paced the floor like an expectant father the whole time you were gone." "I told you he'd lose his cool." Brittany responded. "Frank has his mike keyed on during the shooting." Kimmie said. "We could hear everything. I thought Rob was gonna come unglued!" "We were lucky." Brittany stated. "We had them outgunned and we had cover. They were standing right in front of us, maybe thirty yards or so away." Slipping on shorts and a t-shirt, Brittany followed Kimmie back to the galley. Pouring herself a cup of coffee, she lit up a cigarette before joining the others on the front deck of the houseboat. "Do we go out again tonight?" Frank inquired. "Yeah. We go out again tonight." Brittany replied. "Only this time we go on the other side of the island." "Why not go back to where we were last night?" Ray asked. "When those two boats we captured last night don't show up to drop off their cargo, chances are the shippers won't send out another boat till they find out what happened." Brittany answered. "They certainly won't use the same route." It was almost noon before Brittany got to bed. Sleeping off and on, her body didn't seem to want to relax. It was early evening when she got up and got dressed. Todd and Vince were already sitting in front of their radar monitors. Frank and Ray were still sleeping. Amanda was in her stateroom getting prepared for the night's mission. Rob was sitting on the front deck, reading. "Thought you lost interest in the book." Brittany said. "Well, I decided to read it anyway." He responded. "Just to see what you're really all about." "HEY!" Todd shouted. "We got company!" Brittany and Rob ran back into the livingroom. Kimmie and Amanda quickly joined them. "What is it?" Brittany asked. "It's a plane but it's right on top of the water, maybe a hundred feet or so off the surface." Todd stated. "Coming in from the south. It's headed right for us." Brittany and Amanda ran to the stateroom, picking up their assault rifles. Returning to the livingroom, they stopped long enough to get the latest radar information. "He's either gonna crash or try to land on the road above us." Vince said. "We're going up the hill, everyone else stay put!" Brittany exclaimed. "I'm going with you." Rob shouted. "No you're not." Brittany retorted. "You stay here where it's safe." As the two women scurried up the path to the top of the hill, they could hear the approaching plane off in the distance. The aircraft's engines were sputtering like it was running out of fuel. The plane loomed out of the dusky sky, its landing gear hitting the road directly in front of them. As the plane braked hard, it kicked up dust from the road. Brittany and Amanda started running after it as it started to slow down. Looking over her shoulder, Brittany saw Rob following close by. "Thought I told you to stay put!" She shouted as she ran. By the time the trio reached the airplane it had come to a dead stop. The side door opened and two men jumped to the ground. "DEA! Brittany shouted. "Put your guns down and your hands in the air!" "Don't shoot! Don't shoot!" Both men shouted raising their hands high in the air. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 16 As Brittany and Amanda cautiously approached the two pilots, they could hear the rest of the team running up behind them. Brittany ordered the men to step away from each other. "Amanda, check them for weapons." Brittany ordered. "Don't miss anything." Amanda frisked the two men, both in their late thirties. Getting a closer look at them, she could see they were possibly of Columbian descent. After checking each man thoroughly, Amanda found no weapons on them. Frank and Ray ran up the group, neither one fully dressed. Handing Frank her assault rifle, Brittany climbed into the aircraft. In the rapidly fading sunlight, Brittany could see the plane was packed with bundles of marijuana. It was hard to tell how much was onboard but it was packed from floor to ceiling. "See any drugs?" Frank asked. "She's packed full of marijuana." Brittany answered, grinning from ear to ear. "They flew right into our laps!" Ray exclaimed. "We couldn't get much luckier." "Did anyone think to bring any restraints?" Brittany inquired. "I'll run back and get some." Frank volunteered. "I've got some plastic tie bands in my gear." "Put on some pants while you're at it!" Brittany shouted. "You've got a cute butt but I think everyone's seen enough of it." In his haste to join the rest of his team, Frank had run off the boat, wearing just his snug fitting black briefs. All the women had noticed, though the men seem to take it in stride. Securing the two pilots hands and feet with plastic tie bands, Brittany ordered Frank and Ray to stand guard over them till morning. The rest of the team returned to the houseboat. "You want us to keep the radar running?" Todd inquired. "Yeah. Keep it running." Brittany replied. "I don't want anyone else sneaking up on us unexpectedly." "We'll call the DEA guys in the morning." She added. "See if they can come and get the two plane. They'll need to bring enough fuel to fly it off the island and up to Nassau." "Do we get to keep the plane or the DEA?" Kimmie inquired. "We captured it. It's ours." Brittany replied. "I'll call Langley and see if he'll trade it for the Nor-Tech. I don't want to try selling off any airplanes." "Right now, I think I'll try and get some sleep." She added. Kimmie followed Brittany down the hallway to her stateroom. Brittany sensed she wanted to talk in private. Stepping into the master stateroom, she waited for Kimmie before closing the bedroom door. "What's on your mind?" Brittany asked, turning on the lights. "I was just wondering if I could go along sometime on one of the missions?" Kimmie muttered. "Not even if hell freezes over!" Brittany answered. "The last thing I'm letting you near is danger. Don't forget, you've got a daughter waiting for you back in Virginia." "I'd just like to contribute more." Kimmie responded. "You're contributing plenty." Brittany stated. "We need you here to communicate with everyone including the DEA." Brittany could see the disappointment in Kimmie's face but she wasn't going to change her mind. "If you'd really like to contribute more, how about slipping out of your clothes?" Brittany murmured. By the look on Kimmie's face, she was shocked but more than that, pleasantly surprised. Unbuttoning her blouse slowly, she watched as Brittany pulled her t-shirt off over her head. Tossing the shirt aside, she pulled Kimmie in close for a passionate kiss. Brittany's tongue penetrated her mouth forcing her lips apart. Grinding her mouth against Kimmie's, Brittany reached behind the girl, unfastening her bra. Kimmie's mind was a blur as Brittany swirled her hot tongue inside her mouth, flicking it against her tongue and cheeks. In complete control of the girl, Brittany's hand reached for the zipper at the side of Kimmie's shorts. Easing it down slowly, she guided her hand inside the shorts, squeezing Kimmie's taut butt. "Britt …….. I" Kimmie mumbled when Brittany pulled her tongue from the woman's mouth "Step out of the shorts." Brittany commanded, sliding Kimmie's bra down her arms. Kimmie followed Brittany's command. She was slightly embarrassed standing before Brittany in just her skimpy white panties. Attempting to cover her bare breasts, Brittany pulled her arms down to her side. Kimmie stood frozen as Brittany gently tweaked her tiny nipples to erection. Brittany kissed Kimmie, this time softly and not as hard, to ease the woman's apprehension. Inserting a finger inside the elastic of Kimmie's panties, she pulled on it before letting it snap back. "Take em off." Brittany commanded in a soft voice. "I wanna see that hot little pussy of yours." Kimmie pushed her panties down, stepping out of them. Brittany grabbed them from her hand tossing them on the bed. Brittany brushed the back of her hand over Kimmie's pubic area, feeling the narrow strip of dark hair. "Stretch out on the bed." Brittany whispered in Kimmie's ear. "And spread those gorgeous legs of yours." Kimmie glided onto the bed, stretching out on her back. Spreading her legs slightly, she watched as Brittany slipped out of her clothes. Brittany climbed onto the bed next to Kimmie, pulling her in close to her warm body. The two kissed softly, their lips barely brushing against each other's. Brittany sensed Kimmie's body relaxing, wanting her to continue making love to her. Brushing her fingers lightly over Kimmie's flat tummy, Brittany kissed down over her neck and chest. Her lips pulled lightly on Kimmie's nipples, till she emitted a soft moan, almost a contented purr. Brittany lips moved lower, placing warm kisses on Kimmie's tummy. Slipping her left hand between the woman's legs, she ran a finger up and down Kimmie's moist slit. Kimmie's hands grasped the sheets, pulling on them as she felt her inner desires rising. Finding Kimmie's clitoris, Brittany rubbed her thumb over it, teasing the sensitive bud. Kimmie's taut butt was grinding against the soft sheets as Brittany brought her closer to orgasm. Pulling her legs apart, Brittany straddled the woman, with her pussy mere inches from Kimmie's flushed face. Brittany's tongue licked feverously at Kimmie's pussy, teasing her till she cried out. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Briiiiiiiitttttttttttttttt Arggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh" Kimmie cried. Brittany pulled Kimmie's legs back, tucking them under her arms. Her juicy slit was gaped open, begging for attention. Brittany swirled her tongue over the slit slowly before sliding it inside Kimmie's wanton pussy. Kimmie's second orgasm came suddenly, her body bucked hard, almost throwing Brittany off. Brittany lapped frantically at Kimmie's pussy as her juices flowed. Her orgasm lasted on and on till her body collapsed from exhaustion. The stateroom door suddenly opened, startling both women. Vince Beckman's jaw dropped as his eyes took in the sight of the two women on the bed. He was paralyzed, unable to move a muscle. "You gonna just stand there or you gonna fuck this hot little pussy?" Brittany exclaimed, grinning. Vince didn't have to be asked twice. Shutting the door behind him, he quickly undressed. His eyes were focused intently on Kimmie's pussy as Brittany rubbed her hand over it. Brittany kept the young woman's legs spread wide for his view. Shoving his tight black briefs down his legs, he kicked them off. Vince's hard cock was long and thick with a bulbous head adorning the tip. As he knelt between Kimmie's legs, Brittany leaned down slipping her mouth over the head of his cock. Teasing it with her tongue, she swallowed as much of it as she could. As she pulled her mouth back, she lubricated it with a thick coating of saliva. Kimmie glanced down beneath Brittany, seeing Vince's huge cock in her grasp. She was helpless to resist as Brittany guided the fuck shaft to her pussy. Vince pushed gently, slipping the bulbous head of his cock inside Kimmie's tight pussy. "Oh Goddddddddddd" Kimmie cried out. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Ggggggrrrrrrrrrrr" Brittany stood up on the bed. Still straddling Kimmie's body, she held her legs wide apart as Vince slowly fucked his cock in and out of Kimmie's pussy. Grabbing for the pillow beneath her head, Kimmie pulled it tightly against her. Vince fucked her with long, slow strokes, prolonging the pleasure. Kimmie's ass was gyrating as he plunged into her. Her throat was emitting loud moans with each stroke. "Fuck her till she passes out!" Brittany screamed, grabbing Vince's thick blonde hair and forcing his head back. "We're both gonna make her cum!" Resting Kimmie's legs in the crook of Vince's strong arms, Brittany climbed off the bed. Scurrying to the dresser, she took out a long, slender vibrator from one of the drawers. Sliding it inside her pussy, she lubricated it with her own juices as she watched Vince's huge cock fucking in and out of Kimmie's tight pussy. "Roll over on your back!" Brittany ordered Vince. "I want Kimmie's ass where I can get to it!" Vince put his arm underneath Kimmie, lifting her completely off the bed. Keeping his cock buried deep inside the woman he rolled onto his back. His hands grasped Kimmie's small butt as he fucked his cock upwards into her hard and fast. Kimmie was almost out of her mind as the sexual pleasures took control of her. Removing the slender vibrator from her pussy, she approached the bed. Vince's strong hands pried Kimmie's ass apart as Brittany eased the vibrator into her butt. Rotating the vibrator slowly, Brittany twisted the control knob on the end. The vibrator buzzed loudly as Brittany fucked it in a swirling motion inside Kimmie's butt. She screamed out as another orgasm shook her body into a rage. Her teeth clenched tightly as Vince's cock and Brittany's vibrator took her over the crest of sexual bliss. Kimmie's body lost all its strength, forcing her to collapse on top of Vince. She lay motionless, barely breathing. Brittany pulled Vince's cock from the woman's pussy. Sucking on it, her head bobbed up and down on the rigid shaft. Vince was nearing his climax. Brittany's tongue flicked over the head of his cock, teasing it till Vince lifted his butt upwards. Slamming her mouth down on it, she brought him off. Hot loads of thick cum filled her mouth as she eagerly swallowed every drop. Vince emitted a loud moan as the last of his cum oozed into Brittany's mouth. She could taste Kimmie's juices as she licked his cock clean. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she slowly slipped from the bed. Vince was breathing hard, his chest heaving. Kimmie was passed out on top of him, lying completely motionless. Grabbing the comforter from the floor, she tossed it over the couple. Brittany slipped on her panties before turning off the lights and exiting the stateroom. Padding her way to the galley, she opened up a beer. The only one still awake was Todd sitting in front of the two radar monitors. He looked up as Brittany approached him. "You always run around in just your panties?" He asked. "No. Usually, I'm naked as a jaybird." Brittany answered, offering Todd a drink of her beer. "Hope you don't object." Brittany added. "Not me." Todd responded, taking a long drink. "I just hope I get to see you naked sometime." "Well, why don't you turn off the radar?" Brittany suggested. "I doubt if anyone's gonna bother us this late." Todd quickly shut down the radar system before following Brittany to his stateroom. The two kissed passionately in the doorway before entering the bedroom. Slipping off her powder blue panties, Brittany hung them over the outer doorknob before closing the door. Waking the next morning, Brittany found herself in Todd's warm embrace. Although his boyish face presented an air of innocence and morality, his cock pumped enough cum inside Brittany's pussy to fill two women. Slipping a hand between her legs, she could still feel the tenderness surrounding her swollen slit. Gently sliding out of bed, she was careful not to awaken Todd from his sound sleep. Quietly opening the door to the stateroom, she noticed her panties were no longer hanging on the doorknob. As Brittany quietly crept down the hallway past Rob's stateroom, she noticed the door was open. Rob was sitting up in bed reading "Thunder in the Caribbean". Lying next to him in bed, partially covered and sound asleep, was the prone body of Amanda. "You do fuck everybody don't you?" He murmured, tossing Brittany's panties towards the open door. "Just the ones I like." Brittany retorted, picking up her underwear. As she entered the master stateroom, she observed Vince and Kimmie still asleep in each other's arms. Grabbing a quick shower and fixing her hair, she took a new bikini from the dresser. After slipping into the bright blue wet-look bikini, she proceeded to the galley. Fresh coffee was already brewed, waiting for her. "I got up early and put on some coffee." Rob stated. "Know how you like it along with a cigarette first thing in the morning." "Thanks. I appreciate the thought." Brittany responded, picking up the pack of cigarettes. "Actually, I put it on for Frank and Ray." Rob said. "I took them up some and some for the two prisoners." "That reminds me. I need to call the DEA and have them bring some aviation fuel for the plane." Brittany commented. "Then I'll call Langley and see if we can make a swap for the Nor-Tech powerboat." She added. "Always making the deals aren't you?" Rob retorted. "Killing, fuckin and makin' deals. That pretty much sums up your whole life, doesn't it?" "What's the matter, Rob?" Brittany replied angrily. "Couldn't you get Amanda off last night or what?" "You know better!" Rob snapped back "I had you in tears it was so fuckin good!" "Well, that's something you can brag to all your friends about, isn't it?" Brittany responded. "I don't brag about my sexual conquests." Rob retorted. "And I sure as hell wouldn't write about them in some damn book either." "I was wondering how long it was gonna take before you said that." Brittany responded. "What's next? You gonna call me a cheap fuckin whore?" Rob tried to say something but his anger had him stammering. Clenching his fists, he slammed his hand down on the countertop. Brittany took a quick step back, realizing she'd said more than she should have. "What's going on?" Vince shouted as he entered the galley, wearing just his black briefs. "Nothings going on." Brittany replied. "Rob and I were just having a friendly discussion." "Rob wants me to take custody of his son if something were to happen to him." She added, glaring at Rob. "That's really not a bad idea." Vince said. "Especially if no one would be willing to take care of him. Be a helluva lot better than putting him in foster care." "All you need is a signed and witnessed document to make it legal." He added. "I could do that for you or you could write it up yourself." "You some kind of lawyer or what?" Brittany smarted off. "If you'll read my personnel file, you'll find I attended Harvard Law School for two years before I got into the surveillance business with Todd." Vince replied. "Fine!" Brittany exclaimed. "Draw it up and have Rob sign it. We'll get Kimmie to witness it." "You'll have to sign it too." Vince said. "Sure. I'll be happy to sign it." Brittany muttered as she walked out onto the front deck of the houseboat. "What the hell have I agreed to?" Brittany thought. "I could never be a mother. Then again, why couldn't I? Hell, nothings gonna happen to Rob so why even worry about it. He's just being over-melodramatic." "I wanna thank you for doing this." Rob spoke as he came up behind her on the deck. "I'm only doing it for your son, not you." Brittany replied. "I should just send your ass back to Oklahoma where you belong." "You want me here." Rob said. "You just won't admit it." Later in the morning, the DEA sent one of their airplanes with several drums of aviation fuel onboard. After refueling the cargo plane, two of their pilots managed a successful takeoff over the south end of the island. Brittany phoned Langley in Washington to give him all the details, consummating a deal for the powerboat. That afternoon, Brittany gathered everyone around to go over plans for setting up another ambush at one of the other fueling stations. The plan was similar to the one they'd used on Williams Island two nights previous. Brittany reiterated to everyone not to let their guard down. Arriving at the cove early in the evening, the team carefully hid the two waverunners in a cove a few hundred yards to the north. Hiking back to the fueling site, the team set up the ambush. Other than a few large yachts passing way off in the distance, the night remained quiet. At daybreak Brittany called it off, directing everyone back to the base camp. Rob and Vince were waiting for their return at the rear of the houseboat. Hoisting the waverunners back on board, the assault team gathered around the galley. Sipping hot coffee, Brittany cautioned the team not to be disappointed. "We can't get a strike every night." She said. "This is all a gamble. It's catch as catch can." After taking a long, hot shower Brittany slipped into bed. The gentle hum of the air conditioning units were the only sounds she heard. Clearing her mind of all thoughts, she drifted off to sleep. Waking late in the afternoon, she felt refreshed and her strength revived. A loud clap of thunder resonated off the rocky coastline, shaking the boat. Several more claps of thunder resounded immediately after the first one. It sounded like cannons firing from the shore. Brittany slipped on her robe and ran towards the livingroom. "What's going on?" Brittany inquired. "Big storm coming in from the southwest." Todd replied. "It's got the whole radar screen covered. Weather station's saying high winds and torrential downpours throughout the evening." "Well, that socks us in for the night." Brittany said. "Anyone caught out in the storm's gonna get swamped or knocked out of the sky." "We probably need to check the mooring lines and the lines on the two powerboats." Rob suggested. "Yeah, that's not a bad idea." Brittany agreed. "Let's get the cockpit cover on the Nor-Tech too." The guys made sure the houseboat was secured to the shore while Kimmie and Amanda added an extra rope to the two captured powerboats. Rob and Brittany fastened the cockpit cover on the chase boat. The dark clouds overhead brought total darkness to the afternoon sky as the heavy rains soaked all the Bahama Islands. With the generators running, it was very comfortable and quite cozy for everyone on the houseboat. Todd and Kimmie were preparing dinner while everyone else was watching a James Bond movie on the big screen television. Vince was sitting at his computer, printing out some documents. "Ok." He said, turning around towards the group. "I've got the papers ready to be signed." "What papers?" Amanda inquired. "Brittany's gonna take custody of Rob's son if something should happen to him." Vince replied. No one said a word as they all turned their attentions towards Rob and Brittany. Vince handed a copy to each one so they could read it over. "I made four copies." Vince stated. "One for each of you and one for my records. The other one you should mail to your sister in Oklahoma." Brittany read the short agreement over carefully. In the event Rob should become incapacitated or killed, Brittany would attain sole custody of Rob's son, Tyler. The binding agreement was only for the duration of the assignment. After the first of December, when the team regrouped or disbanded, the agreement would end, providing Rob was still alive and healthy. With the copies of the document in front of them, Rob signed his name first. Brittany affixed her signature to the documents next with Kimmie signing as witness to the agreement. Vince signed the documents, stamping each one with his notary seal. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 16 "You two should at least kiss each other." Kimmie suggested. "Seems only fitting." Rob looked at Brittany to get her reaction to Kimmie's suggestion. Brittany leaned into Rob, kissing him tenderly on the lips. Rob embraced her lightly prolonging the kiss. Everyone kept silent, allowing the two to have their moment together. "Dinner's ready. Hope everyone's hungry." Ray stated, finally breaking the silence in the room. Sitting next to each other at the diningroom table, Rob and Brittany held hands as they ate. For Rob, Brittany agreeing to take custody of his son meant more than just a great relief. He felt it meant there was alot more than just friendship between them. Maybe, he was finally getting over the death of his wife. For Brittany, it meant she was willing to raise Rob's son to be just like his father. She would always have a little bit of Rob with her as long as she had his son. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 17 Later that evening, close to midnight, the tropical storm was beginning to fade to the east. The torrential rains had diminished to a steady shower and the thunder was nothing more than a low rumbling in the distance. As Brittany was getting ready for bed, Rob knocked at her stateroom door. Slipping quickly into her shorty sleeper, she allowed him to enter the room. “Thought I might fly up to Nassau in the morning.” Rob said. “We need to pick up some supplies and stock up on some groceries.” “Sounds like a good idea if the weather’s decent.” Brittany responded. “You might want to take Todd and Kimmie along, since they‘ve been doing all the cooking.” “I’m gonna take the mail with me.” Rob stated. “Didn’t know if you had any letters you wanted to send out or not.” “I don’t have anyone I’d ever write to.” Brittany retorted. “What about your family?” Rob inquired. “Don’t you ever write them?” “Not hardly!” Brittany exclaimed. “And, don’t even bother to ask why!” After Rob exited the stateroom, Brittany turned off the lights and slipped into bed. Tossing and turning for over an hour, she decided to get up and see if anyone else was having difficulty sleeping. The television was playing in the livingroom but no one was watching it. Everyone had gone to bed, probably paired off with Amanda and Kimmie. The rain had diminished to a light drizzle, barely audible inside the houseboat. Lighting up a cigarette, she walked into the galley for a beer. Taking one from the refrigerator, she opened the pull-tab. “Got one of those for me.” Frank inquired, stepping into the galley. “Still running around in your briefs, I see.” Brittany remarked, handing him a beer. “What’s the matter? Couldn’t sleep?” He asked. “Guess I slept too much during the day.” Brittany answered. “What about you?” “Me, I never sleep for more than a couple of hours at a time.” Frank responded. “The doctors say it’s some kind of sleep disorder.” “Do you take anything for it? Any medication?” Brittany inquired. “Nah. About the only thing that helps is alcohol, sex or reading.” He replied. “Well, you’ve got a beer in your hand.” Brittany commented. “There’s probably a copy of my book laying around her someplace.” “Already read your book.” Frank said. “You’ve led a pretty exciting life.” “I guess.” Brittany replied. “I’ll be glad when this is over and I get back stateside.” “With Rob?” Frank asked. “No, not with Rob!” Brittany quickly answered. “We’re going our separate ways when this is all over.” “A few of us think there’s something more than just teamwork between you two.” Frank stated. “Maybe you two have a real future together.” “Marriage!” Brittany exclaimed, snickering. “I like sex too damn much to ever get married.” “So, there’s nothing between you two then?” Frank inquired. “No. There’s nothing between us.” Brittany replied. “We don’t see things eye-to-eye.” “Well, think I’ll make a pitstop and then try to get some sleep.” He said, tossing the empty beer can into the trash receptacle. “Care to join me?” “You know where my stateroom is.” Brittany murmured as she walked out of the galley. A few minutes later Brittany’s stateroom door opened. In the dim lighting, she could see Frank enter the bedroom but he wasn’t alone. Amanda Webb was right behind him. “Look who I found running around in her undies.” Frank said. “Frank thinks he can take care of both of us.” Amanda commented. “Well, there’s one way to find out.” Brittany responded, taking the top of her shorty sleep off. Stepping behind Amanda, Frank lifted her snug fitting t-shirt off over her head. Amanda’s beautiful breasts were met by Brittany’s admiring gaze. Getting up from the bed, Brittany placed her hands at Amanda’s waist, kissing her softly on the lips. Frank kissed the woman along the nape of her neck bringing about an immediate reaction. Frank’s hands reached around cupping Amanda’s full breasts. Offering them up to Brittany, she put her hands over his as she gently nibbled at the firm mounds. Amanda’s nipples extended immediately, begging to be suckled. Pulling on them with her thumb and forefinger, Brittany brought Amanda to sharp gasps of breath. Grasping one of Amanda’s nipples between her lips, she sucked hard on it till Amanda was whimpering. Working on the other nipple produced an even sharper reaction. The woman was begging to be fucked, her lips muttering the words over and over. Looking over Amanda’s shoulder, she saw Frank grinning evilly with lust in his eyes. Brittany brushed the back of her hand over Amanda’s taut tummy. Slipping her hand inside the gauzy nylon of Amanda’s white g-string panties, she felt the soft blonde hair covering the woman’s pubic mound. Brittany pushed the woman’s panties down to her knees, letting her fingers trace lightly upwards to her moist pussy. Frank was nibbling lightly on Amanda’s earlobe. “Damn, she’s wet!” Brittany murmured. “Her pussy’s already dripping!” Brittany rubbed two fingers over Amanda’s pussy, saturating her fingers with the heavy moisture. Placing her hand at Frank’s mouth, she let him lick the juices from her fingers. Amanda’s body was trembling slightly as her inner passions were slowly rising. Brittany knelt down in front of her, removing her panties and tossing them aside. Pushing Amanda’s legs wide apart, she eagerly licked at her pussy, driving her into a frenzy. Brittany slipped a hand between the woman’s legs, reaching for Frank’s bulging crotch pressed tightly into Amanda’s butt. Gently massaging his balls, she could feel the head of huge cock through the soft material of his briefs. “Let’s make use of that bed.” Frank suggested, gesturing with his head at the queen-size bed. Frank placed Amanda on the bed, spreading her legs wide apart. Brittany stripped off her panties before climbing on the bed between Amanda’s legs. Running her tongue up and down Amanda’s blossoming pussy, she had her near the brink of orgasm in mere moments. Amanda’s hands reached for Brittany but she clasped them tightly in hers, subduing the lust-crazed woman. Frank knelt down behind Brittany, lifting her till she was kneeling on the bed. Spreading her legs, his tongue licked frantically at her wanton pussy. It was all Brittany could do to concentrate on bringing Amanda to orgasm. Sliding her tongue inside the woman, she swirled it along the walls of her pussy. Amanda’s hands were clenching Brittany’s till they hurt. Taking the woman’s budding clit between her lips, she sucked on it, bringing Amanda to an incredible orgasm. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Goddddddddddddddddddddd” Amanda screamed in a loud moan. “Britttttttttttttt” Brittany continued taunting Amanda’s clitoris with her mouth till the orgasm finally waned. Frank was stabbing his tongue in and out of Brittany’s pussy, getting her juices flowing like a swollen river. Her ass was wiggling uncontrollably in his tight grip. Standing up, Frank shoved his tight briefs off, exposing his enormous cock. Brittany barely had a chance to look down between her legs to see Frank’s huge cock before feeling it being pressed against the lips of her pussy. Franks hands gripped Brittany’s waist as his cock pushed through the folds of her pussy, slowly easing into her. “Ohhh Goddddddddddddd Dammmmmmmnnnnnnnnn!” Brittany cried out. “Arghhhhhhhhhhhh” “Relax Britt.” Frank muttered. “You can take it Babe. Just relax that tight pussy.” “Ohhhhhhhh Godddddddddddd” Brittany shrieked, feeling her pussy being stretched to its limits. Working his huge cock slowly into Brittany, Frank soon felt his balls brushing against her pussy. Withdrawing his cock almost completely, he slowly plunged back into her, bringing a loud moan from the woman. Slowly and methodically, he increased his tempo, being careful not to hurt her. As her pussy grew accustomed to the enormous cock fucking her, Brittany could feel herself being slowly consumed in sexual gratification. Pushing back against Frank, she began fucking herself on his cock. Her throat emitting guttural sounds as she went into a rage. “That’s it Babe!” Frank exclaimed. “You love that cock! Brittany fucked herself into a frenzy. Her orgasm felt like a hot fire burning deep inside her pussy. “Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” She screamed, her face beet-red. “Fuccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk” Brittany’s ass gyrated on Frank’s cock as the mind-blowing orgasm took her farther than she’d ever been before. Collapsing on top of Amanda as the orgasm eventually waned, she barely remembered Frank’s cock sliding out of her pussy. Looking towards the foot of the bed with her breasts resting on Amanda’s tummy, she watched as Frank lifted the woman’s legs, spreading them wide apart. His enormous cock glistened with her cum smeared over it. “Now for a little desert.” Frank muttered, his face grinning. “Guide that monster in for me.” Brittany seized Frank’s cock, her fingers unable to engulf it. Guiding the mushroom-shaped head to Amanda’s dripping pussy, she watched him impale the beautiful blonde with one thrust. Amanda’s taut ass lifted up off the bed, arching her back as the cock ripped into her. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” She screamed. The door to the stateroom suddenly opened. Brittany couldn’t see who it was. “Is this where the party is?” A male voice spoke out. “You got it!” Frank exclaimed, pumping his cock hard and fast into Amanda. “Grab some ass and go at it!” He shouted. “Brittany’s got one helluva tight one!” “No. No more.” Brittany mumbled, trying to lift herself up off Amanda. She felt someone’s hand shove her down across Amanda just before being smacked hard on the ass. Looking over her shoulder, she barely made out that it was Ray standing behind her. He was looking down at her ass, guiding his cock into her already inflamed pussy. Impaling her with one thrust, Ray fucked her hard and fast. His pelvis slapping against her butt filled the stateroom with loud smacking sounds. “High Five Man!” Ray exclaimed. “Doin’ a double!” The two men high-fived each other like they were at some sporting event. To them, sex was just a game for their own pleasure. But they were damn good players! Ray fucked Brittany with a vengeance till she had a screaming orgasm that scared them both. His cum spewed deep into her as he lost control and could no longer hold back. Frank was nearing his climax. Perspiration was dripping from his face onto his hairy chest. Amanda lay motionless, her eyes barely open. She’d cum several times from Frank’s incessant fucking. “Get ready Britt!” He shouted. “I’m gonna pump a load of dick-jelly down your fucking throat.” Making one last hard thrust into Amanda, he pulled his huge cock from her pussy. Brittany’s eyes widened at the sight of his huge organ. Frank grabbed the back of her head, his fingers entwining in her streaked blond hair. He plunged the head of his cock between Brittany’s lips just as the first of his hot, thick load shot out. Brittany couldn’t swallow all of it fast enough. Cum seeped from her mouth, dripping down on Amanda’s tummy. Brittany got most of it down before the second load disgorged from Frank’s cock. She choked briefly but kept her mouth tightly wrapped around the bulbous crown of his cock swallowing the last of his cum. “Ray, take Amanda back to our room.” Frank said in a commanding voice. “Clean her up and take care of her.” Brittany watched as Ray picked up Amanda’s spent form from the bed. Frank helped Brittany stretch out on the bed. Her pussy felt like raw meat. Grabbing several wet washcloths from the bathroom, he washed her body, gently cleansing the drying cum from her legs and face. Brittany lay lifeless, unable to help. Grabbing a quick shower, Frank returned to the bed. Brittany was already deep in sleep. Sliding into bed beside her, he cuddled her close to his body, embracing her with both arms. The sound of a twin-engine, low flying airplane awoke Brittany from her sound sleep. Slipping out of Frank’s arms, she grabbed a robe, putting it around her as she ran down the hallway. “Was that a plane I just heard fly overhead?” She asked Vince, sitting at the bar in the galley. “Yeah. Rob just took off for Nassau with Todd and Kimmie.” He answered. “Oh. I thought it might have been someone running drugs.” Brittany said. “The monitors have been pretty quiet all morning.” Vince stated. “A few slow moving boats passed to the east earlier, probably yachts or large cruisers.” Brittany returned to the master stateroom to take a good long shower. Washing her pussy, she noticed it was still quite tender from the reaming out Frank and Ray had given her. After fixing her hair, Brittany dressed in shorts and a halter-top. Sitting with Vince in the galley, the two drank the last of the fresh coffee. “The others still asleep?” Vince inquired. “I guess. Frank’s still asleep in my stateroom.” Brittany replied. “I think Amanda’s in Todd’s room.” “Big party last night from what I could hear.” Vince remarked. “I’m sure Rob heard it too.” “Whatta you mean by that?” Brittany asked. “What I’m saying is, why don’t you give Rob a break?” Vince retorted. “You’ve fucked everybody and you sure as hell haven’t been very discreet about it.” “Well, he’s been with each of us girls.” Brittany stated. “How do you think that make me feel?” “You! You probably could care less.” Vince replied. “Just give the guy a break. At least think about it.” Vince got up from his barstool and walked out onto the front deck of the houseboat leaving Brittany alone with her thoughts. It was late afternoon when Rob landed the Piper Seneca safely at the top of the hill. Everyone helped carry the supplies down to the houseboat. Brittany noticed Rob was avoiding any eye contact with her. She sensed he was angry with her, angrier then ever before. The rest of the day, Rob kept his distance from her. It was early evening when the radar screen picked up a low flying airplane at about a hundred foot above the water. Quickly checking its course, Vince determined it was heading towards Key West. “Let’s go Rob!” Brittany exclaimed. “We got us a live one!” “Kimmie, call the DEA!” She added running towards her stateroom. “Let them know what’s going on.” Returning with her nightvision and regular binoculars, she ran out onto the front deck, jumping off onto the beach. Scurrying up the hill, she could hear Rob warming the engines up on the airplane. Climbing into the cockpit next to him, she secured her door and fastened the shoulder harness and lap belts. Rob sped down the side of the road, quickly turning around near the communications tower. With both engines at full throttle the aircraft took off, making a hard banking turn to the right. “What’s are position compared to theirs?” Brittany asked, speaking into the headset. “They’re directly west of you about twenty miles, still at a hundred feet and about a hundred and fifty miles per hour.” Todd replied. “We’ve got you guys on the radar screen now.” “Keep giving us directions till we spot them.” Brittany commanded. With Todd and Vince guiding them towards their target, Brittany spotted the low flying aircraft off in the distance through her binoculars. Within minutes, Rob caught up with the airplane, flying directly over the top of it at about five-hundred feet altitude. Maintaining the higher altitude would enable the DEA’s radar system to track them. “The DEA’s got you on their radar.” Kimmie’s voice came over the headset. “They’re scrambling an interceptor plane.” The DEA pilot’s voice came over the headset right behind Kimmie’s. Asking what type of aircraft they were tracking. “It’s an old DC-3 with faded gray paint.” Rob replied into his headset. “It’s an old cargo plane with no markings. We‘re flying directly over them, maintaining their speed.” As Rob and Brittany maintained their altitude and speed over the other plane, they were soon joined by the DEA flying a Beechcraft King Air 200 turbo prop. “We got him!” The DEA pilot said. “You guys can back off and let us take over from here.” While Rob slowed the Piper’s speed down, they watched the DEA’s turbo prop fly down right next to the DC-3 cargo plane. Within moments, both planes banked right, setting a course for Bimini. “We may as well follow them in.” Rob suggested. “Won’t hurt us to refuel before we head back. The DC-3 landed first with the DEA right on its tail. Rob set the Piper Seneca down right behind them. Turning off towards the fueling area, Brittany watched the DEA’s ground crew taking over at the far end of the runway. Although it was disappointing not to make the arrest, it was rewarding to know they’d intercepted another load of drugs. “We may as well get something cold to drink while we’re getting refueled.” Rob suggested. As the two stood outside, they watched the two pilots being taken into custody and the plane being offloaded. Rob noticed several crates along with bundled drugs being put on a flatbed truck. “Wonder what’s in the crates.” He said. “Might be guns or ammunition.” Brittany speculated. Checking the planes landing lights before they took off, Rob sped down the runway heading back to the base camp. It was a long flight, almost an hour long with neither one saying a word. As the plane set down on the hill above the cove, they saw that everyone was waiting for them. Rob taxied the plane to its resting spot. Shutting down both engines, the team rushed towards them with big smiles on their faces. “That was so smooth!” Vince exclaimed. “You guys were on them like a pitbull on a poodle!” “Well, you guys did most of the work.” Rob responded, slightly blushing. “We just followed your directions.” “It was great teamwork on everyone’s part.” Brittany added. “Just shows we can make this work successfully.” Returning to the houseboat, the team celebrated their achievement. Rob’s adrenalin was still pumping through his body. He was too keyed to even sit down, describing in vivid detail everything that happened. Brittany had to admit, she was proud of him. He got right to work getting the plane ready; remaining cool through everything and identifying the aircraft they were tracking. It was after midnight before things quieted down and most everyone went off to bed. Rob had consumed several beers, more than his usual one beer. He was sitting out on the front deck of the houseboat with Frank and Ray, still talking. They were all pretty drunk or close to it. Brittany went to her stateroom. Getting out of her shorts and halter-top, she slipped into bed, stretching out on the fresh sheets she’d put on earlier in the afternoon. Just as she was about to drift off to sleep, she heard her stateroom door open. Rob was standing in the doorway wearing his cowboy hat. He stood there, not saying anything. “You alright?” Brittany murmured, breaking the silence. “Yeah. I’m ok.” He mumbled. “You need some help getting to bed?” She asked. “Nope.” Rob managed to finally answer. Rob remained standing in the doorway, staring at her. Brittany got out of bed and slipped on her robe. “Come on Cowboy.” She whispered. “It’s time for you to hit the ole bunkhouse.” Pushing Rob down the narrow hallway, she managed to guide him into his stateroom. Getting his clothes off and into bed was a chore. Rob was like dead weight as she rolled and tugged on him to get him situated on the bed. “You gonna stay with me tonight?” He mumbled. “No. I’m going back to my room.” Brittany replied. “You need to sleep alone tonight.” Early the following morning, Brittany took her coffee and cigarettes out on the front deck of the houseboat. Everyone but Todd was still asleep in their staterooms. “Kinda quiet last night.” Todd said, joining her. “On the boat I mean.” Bikini And A Badge Ch. 17 “Maybe everyone was too drunk to do any socializing.” Brittany commented. “Or just getting tired of each other’s company.” “Thought about how we’re gonna get rid of these boats we captured?” Todd inquired. “I’ll call Rick Cranor in Miami and see if he’ll come down and get them.” Brittany replied. “They’ll need some cleaning up before he can sell them for us. Langley‘s supposed to handle the legal documents and titles for us.” “Sell what?” Amanda asked joining them. “The powerboats.” Todd answered. “We were talking about selling them.” “What do you think they’ll bring?” Amanda questioned, sitting down next to Brittany “The Baja might bring eighty-thousand.” Brittany guessed. “The Skater might bring a hundred and sixty.” “Split eight ways, that’s thirty-thousand apiece.” She added, grinning. “We’ll make alot more off the boats than we will the drug percentage.” “Then we should concentrate on the boats, the hell with the planes!” Amanda exclaimed. “Planes are the drug runners preferred mode of transportation.” Brittany responded. “They’re quicker and much more likely to make it to South Florida. And they can carry a bulkier payload.” “Those guys using boats are more likely to shoot back at us too.” Frank stated. “They’re damn sure not going to give up without a fight.” Brittany turned around to look over her shoulder. She hadn’t realized Frank Caposi had been standing there, eavesdropping on the conversation. “I like the ambush setup myself.” Frank continued talking. “We’ve got cover and the element of surprise on our side.” “Course Brittany here thinks we should let the drug runners fire the first shot!” He remarked. “So she can call it self-defense.” “It has nothing to do with self-defense and you know that.” Brittany retorted. “We need to give them the chance to surrender. Let the court system deal with them.” “I say we gun em all down and be done with it.” Frank retorted. “It’ll save the taxpayers alot of time and money.” “You’re just looking to provoke a shootout.” Brittany argued back. “Just like you’re trying to provoke an argument now.” “You sure as hell didn’t mind gunning down those sex slavers!” Frank exclaimed. “As I recall, you didn’t let them get off the first shot on any of the rescues. You gunned them down.” Brittany bit her lower lip to keep from saying anything. She didn’t want to argue, knowing Frank would never see things her way. It would be futile to continue the conversation. Later in the afternoon, Brittany decided to take a walk to get away from everyone. Climbing up the hill, she walked past the Piper Seneca parked to the side of the dirt road. Rob was going over one of the planes engines, checking connections and fluid levels. “Hey! Where ya headin’?” Rob shouted. “No place. Just goin’ for a walk is all.” Brittany responded as she kept on walking. “Hang on! I’ll go with you.” He yelled, wiping his hands on a shop towel. Brittany kept on walking, if anything picking up her pace a little. “Hey! I said wait up.” Rob said, running up to Brittany. “What’s the big hurry?” “I heard you.” She retorted. “Still pissed about the argument with Frank this morning I see.” Rob muttered. “He’s gonna get someone killed if he doesn’t change his attitude.” Brittany stated. “I can just feel it coming.” “Get rid of him!” Rob exclaimed. “Get rid of him and Ray if you have to! I‘ll personally fly their butts back to Miami!” “I need three shooters besides me.” Brittany responded. “Amanda and I can’t do it alone.” “Get two more guys to take their place.” Rob suggested. “How about those guys up in Key West?” “Richard and Jake! No way!” She replied. “I’m not going to get them involved. Forget it!” “How about me?” He inquired. “I’m willing.” “That’s a good idea!” Brittany quipped. “Then we both get killed and our son ends up in foster care.” “OUR son?” Rob said, grinning. “I meant your son. It just slipped out. That‘s all.” Brittany corrected herself. “I liked it better the way you said it the first time.” Rob said. “Kinda has a nice ring to it.” “Well, don‘t get ……………..” Brittany started to say. “Britt! Britt!” Kimmie shouted, standing at the top of the hill by the airplane. “We got a boat! We got a boat!” Rob and Brittany sprinted back towards the young girl. “How far away is it?” Brittany asked, almost out of breath. “Vince says forty miles, maybe forty-five.” Kimmie replied excitedly. “But it’s running almost seventy miles an hour.” “How far offshore?” Brittany shouted as the trio made their way down the hillside. “Two miles!” Kimmie answered. “They oughta go right past the base camp.” Frank and his brother, Ray were already on the powerboat, anxious to get going. Standing in the livingroom, Amanda was busy putting on her bulletproof vest. Brittany grabbed her assault rifle and Glock .45 caliber handgun. Grabbing her vest and I.D., she ran back to the livingroom. “Twenty-five miles and closing in on us!” Todd shouted. “Better get going!” “Keep the tracking going.” Brittany ordered. “Kimmie, get the DEA online with us.” Firing up the twin engines on the Nor-Tech catamaran, she revved the engines slightly to warm them up quicker. Rob cast off the mooring lines, shoving the powerboat away from the stern of the houseboat. Brittany put on her communications headset just as she was informed of the latest news. “You’re may have to deal with a cruise ship bearing due south.” Vince shouted into his microphone. “It’s about thirty-five miles to the north.” Brittany pulled out of the cove with Amanda sitting in the passenger seat alongside her. Frank and Ray were strapped into the rear seat, their hands tightly grasping the grab devices. Heading in a northwesterly direction, Brittany hoped to intercept the drug runners with the boat up to speed. “They’re less than ten miles off your port side.” Vince reported, excitedly. “The cruise ship’s about twenty-five miles to your north. You’re closing in on it.” “Be careful if we have to start shooting.” Brittany screamed at the team. “You should be able to see them coming up behind you!” Todd shouted into his mike. Looking over her left shoulder Brittany could make out the rooster tail of the approaching drug boat. Handing Amana the bullhorn, she gave her brief instructions on what to say. As the powerboat approached the team, Brittany throttled the Nor-Tech to match its speed. Pulling alongside within twenty yards of the powerboat, they could clearly see it was a young couple at the helm. They appeared to be in their late twenties at most. “DEA agents! Stop you boat immediately!” Amanda shouted into the bullhorn. Amanda repeated the command twice more but the driver pushed his powerboat to its limits. The female onboard the boat reached down below her seat and took out a handgun. She started firing wildly at Brittany and her team. “Fire back over their heads!” Brittany commanded. Both Frank and Ray returned fire with their automatic assault rifles but the chase continued north for several more miles. “Watch out for that cruise ship!” Came the warning over the headset. “Hold your fire!” Brittany ordered as the two powerboats approached the huge cruise ship. Brittany veered the Nor-Tech to the portside of the ship, while the two drug runners took to its starboard side. Passing by the lengthy ship, Brittany and Amanda briefly looked up to see the railings lined with people watching them pass by and waving at them. Brittany steered to the right knowing the wake of the ship would leave a deep cut in the water behind it. “Hang on! Brittany yelled, as the stern of the cruise ship loomed ahead. The chase boat crested the wake, tossing it high into the air. For a brief moment, the twin Mercruiser engines revved to their limits, unrestricted by the water. As the boat smacked down hard on top of the water, it came close to tossing Amanda overboard. Dropping the bullhorn, it rolled down into the lower cabin area of the powerboat. The young couple in the other powerboat were close enough to be shot, less than twenty yards to Brittany‘s portside. The ship’s wake had disoriented both of them when their boat nose-dived into the water. Frank and Ray emptied fresh magazines through their assault rifles aimed just over the couple’s heads. The driver quickly pulled the throttle levers back, shutting down both of his engines. Brittany turned hard to port to cut in front of them in case they tried to get away. The catamaran made the turn lifting its left side slightly out of the water. With two assault rifles and a Glock automatic handgun pointed at them, the young couple raised their hands. “Shut off the engines!” Brittany shouted. “Put your hands on top of the windshield! NOW!” The young couple immediately complied with Brittany’s command. Pulling alongside their boat, Ray grabbed hold of it. Brittany flashed her I.D. before boarding the sleek powerboat. “Don’t make a move.” She commanded, regaining her composure. “Is there anyone else on board?” “Just our baby.” The young woman answered nervously. “She’s down below.” “You’ve got a baby onboard!” Brittany exclaimed, shocked at their disclosure. Amanda boarded the couple’s boat, immediately retrieving the handgun. Handing it to Frank, she patted down both the guy and the girl. Brittany carefully stepped down into the lower cabin. Turning on the overhead light, her eyes quickly spotted the young infant wrapped in a pink blanket laying amongst bundles of cocaine that had been tossed about the cabin. It awoke as she gently picked it up. Carrying the baby up to the deck, she rocked the little girl peacefully in her arms. “Oh my God!” Amanda exclaimed, holding her Glock handgun on the couple. “It is a baby!” “It’s a little girl.” Brittany murmured. “It’s a little girl.” “Give her to me.” Frank requested holding out his arms. “I’ve got a way with women.” Brittany handed the infant to Frank. He cradled the infant in his arms, rocking it gently. Two DEA airplanes flew directly overhead, bobbing their wings at the team. For an extended time, everyone stood motionless, their attentions focused on the baby. “Kimmie wants to talk to you.” Ray stated. “Put your headset back on.” “What the hell’s going on?” Kimmie inquired. “Why’d you take off your headset?” Brittany explained what had gone down and about finding the baby in the cabin area of the powerboat. “The DEA’s sending a patrol boat your way.” Kimmie stated, startled by the news. “You want them to send a helicopter?” “Yeah. Tell them to send a helicopter too.” Brittany replied, her voice trembling. “We’ll meet them at Yellow Cay. They should be able to land there.” With Amanda at the helm of the captured powerboat, Ray kept the young couple at gunpoint. Frank sat in the passenger seat of the chase boat, his arms still cradling the infant. Close to an hour later, Brittany approached Yellow Cay, along the western coastline of Andros Island. A DEA helicopter was just making a landing south of the village, its rotors kicking up dust. Pulling up to the docks, they were met by three uniformed DEA agents, two men and one woman. “That was a helluva catch!” One of the men stated, beaming a big smile. “Yeah. I guess.” Brittany responded, suddenly feeling depressed about the baby being taken from them. “Don’t worry.” The female officer said. “We’ll get the baby to child services in Miami. She’ll be well taken care of.” “One of our boats will be here shortly to take the coke off your hands.” The other male officer stated. “We’ll take the couple back with us.” With the couple’s hands secured in handcuffs, they were led away towards the waiting helicopter. No one said anything as they watched the Bell Textron helicopter lift off. Brittany sat down on the edge of the dock, her feet dangling near the water. It was all she could do to keep from breaking down. Frank knelt down beside her, putting his arm around her. “I know how you feel.” He murmured. “It’s tough seeing this kind of crap actually happening.” Tears began streaming down her face, falling onto her blouse. Frank handed her his handkerchief to wipe her eyes. “Kimmie wants to know what’s going on.” Ray shouted. “You wanna talk to her?” Brittany just shook her head “no“. “We’ll be back sometime later this evening.” Ray spoke into his headset. “We’re all ok. We’re just waiting to get rid of the cocaine.” It was early evening before the DEA’s boat finally showed up at the coastal village. Frank and Ray assisted the agents in transferring the narcotics to their boat while Brittany took a short nap in the cabin area of the Nor-Tech catamaran. She was more emotionally drained than physically tired. Amanda awoke her later as the bright red sun set along the western horizon. With the powerboats running side by side, the team made it back to the houseboat shortly after dark. Everyone was standing on the upper level of the houseboat, anxiously awaiting their safe return. They scurried down the interior stairway as soon as they heard the two boats easing into the cove. Rob and Kimmie tied off the Nor-Tech while Vince and Todd secured the captured powerboat. Everyone gathered in the livingroom, eager to hear every detail, but no one on the assault team felt like talking. The high-speed chase on the open sea along with the intervention with the cruise ship and finally the arrest and discovery of the infant in the lower cabin area of the powerboat had taken its toll on everyone. “I need a good, stiff drink.” Amanda muttered, proceeding towards the galley. “Anyone else?” “I’ll take a Scotch, straight up.” Brittany replied, getting up from her chair. While Amanda poured two Scotches, Brittany opened up beers for Frank and Ray. It was eerily quiet as the four of them gathered close together in the galley. Later, Brittany sauntered down the hallway to her stateroom. Rob followed her, entering the bedroom behind her. “I need to take a shower but I’m almost too tired.” She mumbled, sitting down on the bed. “I’ll help you.” Rob offered, helping her unbutton her blouse. In the shower, Brittany held onto the grab bars while Rob soaped her body. After rinsing her off, he helped her towel dry. Although the shower had refreshed her, she still felt extremely tired. Stretching out on her tummy across the bed, Rob sat next to her, resting his hand on her back. Waking sometime during the night, Brittany found herself in Rob’s warm embrace beneath the covers. Pulling his hand to her bare breasts, she covered it with her own. Early the following morning, she awoke to the sounds of shouting coming from the livingroom. Listening closely while she wiped the sleep from her eyes, Brittany realized the shouting wasn’t in anger. Slipping on some underwear, she pulled a short robe around her before exiting the stateroom. Everyone was gathered around the big screen tv in the livingroom watching a newscast from Miami. As several of the team members made comments, Brittany watched a replay of the boat chase and capture they’d been involved in the previous afternoon. With many of the passengers standing along the railing, several of them had digital video cameras photographing the scenery. As the drug interception started unfolding, they’d begun focusing on the chase. One of the passengers, standing near the stern of the cruise ship had turned her material over to the news media. The replay showed everything in vivid detail from the fast approach of the two powerboats with assault rifles firing over the heads of the couple in the other boat to the Nor-Tech catamaran passing close to the ship to both boats leaping out of the water as they crested the ship’s deep wake. The photographer had zoomed in on Brittany’s team as they headed off the couple and made the successful capture. The news station ran the replay several times before switching back to the two news anchors. “The couple were taken into custody by the raiders, then transported to a small village along the western coastline of Andros Island where they were turned over to DEA authorities.” The female anchor reported. “They were immediately identified as Doctor and Mrs. Phillip Madsen. Doctor Madsen, a prominent Miami dentist declined making a statement as he and his wife were taken by federal authorities to an undisclosed location for interrogation.” “A doctor! Can you believe it!” Kimmie exclaimed. “And they didn’t mention anything about the baby being onboard.” “The DEA’s probably trying to make a deal with them.” Amanda suggested. “They probably didn’t mention the baby because it was taken to child services. I’m betting they‘ll use the kid for bargaining purposes to get them to divulge their drug supplier.” “That’s terrible!” Ray exclaimed. “That’s like holding the kid for ransom!” “Terrible or not, that’s probably they way they’re gonna work the couple.” Amanda responded. “Talk and get your kid back with a stiff slap on the wrist and a lengthy probation.” “I’d go for it.” Frank spoke up. “I’d spill my guts if it meant getting my daughter back and not having to go to prison.” “Yeah, me too.” Vince chimed in. “I’d make a deal with the DEA in a heartbeat.” “Where’d they get the term raiders?” Todd asked. “It sounds like we’re the bad guys!” Everyone focused back on the news commentators as they announced an update to the news story. It was a live press conference with Brad Langley in Washington, D.C. at DEA headquarters. After reading off a well-prepared formal statement, he answered numerous questions from the news media. Brad used the term “Caribbean Raiders” several times in his answers. The term caught on immediately as the media began exploiting it in their continued questioning. The press conference finally ended and the news station returned to reporting other local news. “At least he didn’t give away our base camp’s location.” Brittany stated. “But just the same. It wouldn’t be a bad idea if we stayed on our toes more. They do have television in South America ya know.” “You think we should keep someone standing guard?” Rob inquired. “As long as we’ve got someone monitoring the radar screens round the clock, I don’t think we need to go that far.” Brittany replied. “But, it might not be a bad idea if we trained the rest of you in how to handle a gun.” Everyone agreed to Brittany’s suggestion. With everyone properly trained, it would give them a better chance of surviving an ambush should one occur in the future. After eating a light breakfast, everyone got dressed and prepared for their first gun lesson. Todd remained on the houseboat, sitting in front of the radar system monitors. Rob and Vince quickly picked up on the use of a handgun as well as the automatic assault rifles. Kimmie was apprehensive about shooting the assault rifle but she quickly adapted, getting over her nervousness. While Brittany stressed the safety factors, Frank and Ray showed them how to sight and squeeze off each shot. Although Rob and Vince’s marksmanship needed improving, they at least knew the fundamentals and safety concerns. Returning to the powerboat later in the afternoon, Brittany received a call from her close friend, Evelyn in California. After discussing her husband, Jared’s successful win in the primary elections, Evelyn brought up the subject about the televised news conference and the video of the drug raid. Brittany could sense the concern over her safety. Trying to breeze through Evelyn’s questions and make light of the issues didn’t seem to help much. The next morning, several service technicians from the Cranor’s marine dealership arrived by small plane to take the captured boats back to Miami. Along with the Baja and Skater, they took the Hustler powerboat confiscated in the previous day’s drug interception. Brittany guessed its value at a little over two-hundred thousand dollars. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 17 “At least we’ve got some of our beach back.” Frank said. “That gives us room for more boats.” “Yeah but it’s never going to end.” Brittany responded. “There’ll always be more boats and more planes to follow long after we’re gone.” “But if the DEA sets up a permanent base camp here, they can deal with it, not us.” He replied. “You’ve got to realize, we are doing some good by being here.” Frank added. “You’ve said that yourself.” Frank was right. Over the next several months, the team made successful drug interceptions every week. With Rob piloting the Piper Seneca, he and Brittany effectively tracked low-flying aircraft right into the DEA’s outdated radar system network. Although countless magazine clips were expended through the automatic assault rifles chasing down powerboats and fast cruisers transporting illegal drugs on either side of Andros Island, there were no fatalities. The “Caribbean Raider’s” luck seemed to be only getting better. But, the work never got boring and the sexual camaraderie never ceased amongst the team members! While Kimmie and Amanda were enjoying multiple sex partners, Brittany and Rob resigned themselves to a semi-monogamous relationship with the exception of an occasional threesome with one of the girls. Brittany was still taking great pleasure in being with another woman and Rob was getting all the sex he could handle. Still, most of the team was counting the days till their assignment would end and they could all return to their normal lives and most importantly, to their families. It was early on a November afternoon when Vince notified everyone that a large cruiser was approaching the base camp’s location. Brittany rushed to the radar screen he was monitoring. “It looks like a pretty good size boat from what I can tell.” Vince stated. “I thought it’d veer to the east and head for Nassau. But, it’s slowed its speed down to less than ten knots and keeps coming right at us.” “How far off is it?” Brittany inquired. “Five miles but it’s closing slow.” Vince replied. “Maybe it’s just some tourists checking out the coastline.” “I doubt if it’s anything to worry about.” Brittany stated. “I don’t see ambushers attacking us in broad daylight. More than likely, they’d try at night while they had us gathered in one spot.” “Keep tracking it though.” She added. “I’m not taking anything for granted.” Assembling the assault team together, she had them arm themselves. Cautioning Rob, Kimmie and Todd as to what was going on, she checked with Vince to get the latest update. The cruiser was now within two miles of the base camp. Brittany had Frank and Ray spotted behind the rocks along the coastline on either side of the houseboat. Both men were fully armed and wore their headset radios. She and Amanda stood at the rear of the houseboat, behind the two waverunners. After a lengthy wait, the large white cruiser came into view, traveling at less than five knots. The captain at the boat’s helm cut the engines letting the cruiser drift to a stop. Looking through her binoculars, Brittany quickly recognized the luxurious cruiser. “Everyone hold your fire and your position.” She commanded into her headset radio. “I know who it is.” The Hatteras seventy-five foot cruiser was the same one she’d traded to Victor Ramirez and his beautiful wife, Alicia. Scanning the luxurious yacht with her binoculars, she spotted the couple standing at the stern of the boat. There were two armed guards clearly visible, maybe more below deck. “We want to talk with you.” Victor shouted over his bullhorn. “We mean you no harm.” “Hey Victor!” Brittany replied. “Never thought I’d run into you again.” “AH! Ms. Michaels.” Victor responded. “So we meet again. I should have known it might be you.” “Whatta ya wanna talk about?” Brittany inquired. “You wanna talk about trading me that boat for this one?” She added, trying to be a smart-ass. “You know what I want to talk about.” Victor replied. “I want to strike a deal with you.” “Who the hell is that?” Amanda whispered, excitedly. “You know these people?” Brittany nodded her head instead of verbally answering the woman. “I don’t think we could strike up a deal but I’m willing to talk with you.” Brittany shouted back to him. “You come out to our boat.” Victor spoke into the bullhorn. “We talk here.” “Not a chance!” Brittany exclaimed. “You and Alicia come on board my boat. We’ll talk here or we won’t talk at all.” “And no guards and no guns.” She quickly added. “We’re playing by my rules or we’re not playing.” After a few moments of silence, Ramirez agreed to meet with Brittany on the houseboat. The captain fired up the engines on the cruiser, easing it into the cove. “Frank, you and Ray keep a close eye on the boat.” Brittany commanded, speaking into her headset. “Anything heavy goes down, shoot everyone on the yacht.” The cruiser eased alongside the houseboat, gently nosing its bow into the soft sand. Amanda tossed one of the deckhands a rope to secure the boat. Victor Ramirez stepped onto the rear deck of the houseboat. Taking his wife’s hand, he assisted her aboard the boat. “Why don’t we talk in the livingroom where we can all be comfortable?” Brittany suggested, gesturing towards the interior of the houseboat. Victor was dressed in a white business suit, with a bright blue shirt beneath the tailored jacket. His dark, wavy hair was well-groomed as always. Alicia Ramirez was wearing a red satin blouse and black leather skirt. Wearing black high-heels, the statuesque Brazilian beauty stood almost a full head taller than her husband. “I won’t bother making formal introductions.” Brittany stated. “Who these people are doesn’t really concern you.” Victor’s eyes scanned the livingroom, taking a lengthy time as he viewed the high-tech radar and communications systems. “So this is what we’re up against.” He said, pointing at the radar monitors. “Quite a setup you have here.” “Glad you like it.” Brittany responded. “Course I guess in all actuality, you probably hate it.” “Well, war is war.” Victor replied. “May the best equipped army win most of the battles.” “May we sit down?” He asked, looking towards the couch. “In a minute.” Brittany answered. Walking up to Alicia, she stooped down in front of the woman. Running both of her hands slowly up under the woman’s skirt, Brittany found the .357 derringer strapped to her leg. Pulling the Velcro fastener apart, she slid the holstered pistol down Alicia’s leg. “I did say no guns.” Brittany said. “Or did you think I’d forgotten?” “You want to frisk me too?” Ramirez quipped. “I certainly wouldn’t object.” “I’m betting you never carry a gun.” Brittany replied. “You probably have other people do all your shooting for you.” “You know me quite well.” Victor stated. “You are to be commended.” “Let’s get down to business, shall we?” Brittany suggested, motioning for the couple to sit on the couch. “I’ll get right to the point.” Ramirez said. “Alicia and I are anxious to get up to Nassau and visit the casinos.” “I’m willing to give you three million dollars in cash to let my planes and boats pass safely to Miami.” He offered. “No deal.” Brittany quickly responded. “I’ve got the money onboard the yacht.” He stated. “Perhaps you’d like to see it before you turn it down.” “I’ve got three million of my own.” Brittany smarted. “I know what it looks like.” “Then what will it take?” He asked. “Name your price. We‘ll negotiate.” “I don’t have a price.” Brittany answered. “I can only suggest you stay away from traveling through my area.” “Is that the best you can do?” Victor inquired, grinning. “Perhaps Alicia could change your mind. She’s quite persuasive …….. in bed.” “I’m sure she is.” Brittany replied, smiling at the woman. “But I would probably have her seeing things my way. You’d hate to have that happen, I’m sure.” “Is that your final word?” Ramirez asked, sounding disappointed. “I would like to come to terms.” “That’s my final word.” Brittany answered. “No deals!” Watching Victor and his wife board their boat, Brittany handed the woman back her .357 derringer in its holster. Alicia smiled softly, thanking her in Spanish. Their hands touched briefly, hinting to Brittany the woman was strongly interested in her. As the Hatteras yacht backed out of the cove, Brittany breathed a big sigh of relief. Amanda stood next to Brittany, watching the luxurious cruiser set course for Nassau. Reentering the livingroom of the houseboat, everyone‘s eyes were on Brittany. Ray and Frank boarded the boat at the front deck. “Who the hell were those people?” Vince inquired. “Drug smugglers?” “Not hardly!” Brittany replied. “That was Victor Ramirez.” “Victor Ramirez!” Rob exclaimed. “Of the Columbian drug cartel?” “Yep.” Brittany responded, grinning. “You did finish reading the book, didn’t you?” “Was that the yacht you traded for the plane to Bogotá?” Kimmie inquired. “Yeah. She was beautiful.” Brittany replied. “That Ramirez woman was beautiful.” Frank said. “I’d take her over the boat.” “Me too.” Brittany remarked, smiling coyly. “She’s worth three million.” “Speaking of three million. That was alot of money to turn down.” Ray commented. “That’s what worries me. Turning him down, I mean.” Brittany stated. “We really need to be on our toes these next few weeks. Just in case Ramirez decides to retaliate.” With less than a month to go before completing their assignment, everyone stayed alert and kept their guns loaded and readily available in case they were ambushed. Vince and Todd instructed Amanda and Ray on the radar monitoring system so they could rotate watches. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 18 Two weeks had passed since Victor Ramirez and his wife had made their unexpected and tension-filled visit to the team’s base camp at the southern edge of Andros Island. The “Caribbean Raiders”, as the team had become known as to the news media, were counting down the days till they disbanded. Drug interceptions had fallen off drastically but the radar screens were still being observed around the clock. The team was confident drugs were still being transported out of South America to the U.S. but the runners weren’t using the areas being monitored. Although, things seemed peaceful, everyone on the team remained tense. Amanda seemed to be especially tense worrying about whether to return to her Secret Service job or not. All the shooting had finally gotten the best of her. Back in the states, Jared Brooks, Evelyn’s husband had been elected into political office in California. Since he had chosen to move to Sacramento, Evelyn had decided to sell their Beverly Hills home and move permanently into the beach house in Santa Barbara. One morning while the “Raiders” were eating breakfast on the front deck of the houseboat, Brittany’s cell phone rang. Answering the call, she found herself talking with Evelyn Brooks. “Got some bad news for you.” Evelyn began the conversation. “Hope your sitting down.” “What? What’s the matter?” Brittany asked, scared the news was about her closest friend. “Rick Cranor shot and killed his wife last night at their home in Coral Gables.” Evelyn stated, her voice cracking as she spoke. “Then he shot himself. They’re both dead.” “Oh God No!” Brittany exclaimed. “That’s terrible!” “My new boat’s still at their dealership along with some of the boats we’ve confiscated!” She said, suddenly remembering about them. “I know. I know.” Evelyn responded. “I tried calling there this morning. Some security guard told me everything’s locked down tight. Nothing‘s moving in or out.” “Can you keep me posted on what’s going on there?” Brittany asked. “I know you’re busy but I can’t get away for at least another week or so.” “Don’t worry about it.” Evelyn said. “Let me take care of things in Miami. You just keep yourself safe till this drug assignment is over.” Although Brittany was greatly concerned about the boats, she was confident Evelyn could handle any situation that arose. The additional worry didn’t help matters, pushing her nerves nearer to their breaking point. Informing everyone about the circumstances in Miami, Brittany suggested they allow any suspected drug boats to pass by their location and inform the DEA encampment on Bimini to let them make the interception. “If that’s agreeable with everyone, let’s go that way.” She said. “We don’t need to confiscate every boat we take out of commission.” Everyone was in agreement. It was much less risky and with just over a week left to go, why take chances this late in the game. It just wasn’t worth it. That evening, the group sat around discussing their hopes and plans for when they returned to the states. It was a subject they’d never discussed openly as a group. Frank and Ray Caposi were working on plans to establish their own security business in Atlanta. Vince and Todd were hoping to expand their surveillance systems business, maybe taking it to the international level. “I just wanna get back to my daughter, Leanne and squeeze the life out of her.” Kimmie said, her eyes welling with tears. “Then take a nice long vacation. After that, I may go looking for a husband.” “Getting used to having a man around, huh?” Todd kidded. “All that sex, got you woke up.” “Damn straight!” Kimmie responded. “That’s one thing I’m gonna miss. The sex has been incredible!” “The close friendship we’ve all formed is something I’ll never forget.” She added as her tears started flowing from her eyes. “I’ll remember everyone of you ……… always.” Her statement just about brought everyone to tears. Kimmie had stated what everyone was feeling. A long silence fell over the group. “What about you Amanda? Thought about what you’re gonna do?” Vince inquired, breaking the silence. “Only Brittany knows that I’m on loan from another government agency.” Amanda murmured. “I work for the Secret Service but I’ve made up my mind to resign as soon as I get back to Washington. I‘ve had enough of this espionage and being in dangerous situations to last a lifetime. I‘ve just had enough, that‘s all.” “What about you, Rob?” Kimmie asked. “We know you can’t wait to get back to your son in Oklahoma. What about after that?” “I’m not sure.” Rob said, glancing briefly at Brittany. “All I know is flying and a little bit about farming.” “With the money you’ll have when you get back home, you could open up your own flying service.” Frank suggested. “I thought about that.” Rob responded. “But it’d probably mean being away from Tyler alot and having my sister take care of him. I want to spend as much time with him as I can. I just want to be the father I should be. I can‘t wait to take him fishing. He loves doing that. I just want to be a father.” Everyone’s eyes focused on Brittany, anxious to hear her plans. She remained silent, her eyes looking down at the floor in front of her. “Well, come on!” “Ray exclaimed. “Let’s hear your plans. Everyone‘s dying to hear them.” “I don’t have any plans.” Brittany stated, her voice stammering. “I really don’t. Probably go back to Dallas and crawl into bed and sleep for a week is about it.” “What about a book?” Amanda suggested. “Caribbean Raiders sounds like a good title.” “No! No more books!” Brittany replied. “I almost wish I hadn’t written the first one. It’s caused me nothing but grief.” “Guess that rules out a movie then.” Frank surmised. “I traded off the movie rights to Evelyn Brooks.” Brittany responded. “That’s how I paid for this houseboat.” Everyone was dumbfounded at Brittany’s statement; not realizing the houseboat was hers and not the DEA’s. “I don’t really need to work.” Brittany commented. “I’ve got enough money in the bank to live off the interest.” “What about marriage?” Vince inquired. “Surely you’ll get married someday and start a family.” “I was engaged once.” Brittany muttered, lighting up a cigarette. “I caught the bastard fucking my sister. He married her! “Guess you can pretty well figure out how I feel about marriage.” She retorted. “Not all men are like that.” Todd stated. “There’s still alot of good men left out there.” “I’m sure there are.” Brittany responded. “I’m just not looking anymore.” Later that evening as everyone but Vince was preparing to turn in, Brittany noticed Amanda hitting the Scotch pretty hard. “Hey! Why don’t you sleep with me this evening?” Brittany suggested. “You look like you could use a little companionship.” “Just you and I or with Rob too?” Amanda inquired, grinning sheepishly. “With Rob, of course.” Brittany murmured, smiling coyly. Once inside the master stateroom, Brittany helped Amanda out of her clothes while Rob shed his clothes like an escape artist. Rob lit a few fragranced candles to set the mood as Brittany stripped down to her white g-string panties. Taking a bottle of massage oil from the dresser, she poured some of its contents over Amanda’s breasts. Rob worked the oil into her firm breasts, gently massaging them. Brittany climbed on the bed with the couple, her mouth locking immediately onto Amanda’s. Kissing Amanda passionately, aroused both women’s sexual desires. While Rob continued massaging the warm oil into Amanda’s body, Brittany slithered her tongue inside her mouth. Amanda was grasping Brittany’s body, pulling her in close. Brittany brushed her fingers over the woman’s nipples, taunting them to erection. Glancing down, Brittany watched as Rob spread Amanda’s long legs apart, placing them flat on the bed. Brittany nibbled along Amanda’s neck slowly making her way downward to her hardened nipples. Taking one in her mouth she gently suckled on it, bringing a soft moan from Amanda’s throat. Rob covered Amanda’s legs with the massage oil, working it into her soft skin. Amanda’s eyes were mere slits as she felt soothed yet sexually excited. “Roll onto your tummy.” Brittany whispered in Amanda‘s ear. With Rob’s assistance, the two rolled Amanda onto her tummy. Brittany massaged the scented oil into her back while Rob worked his hands between her legs. Amanda’s butt lifted into the air as Rob’s hands approached her slit. Droplets of moisture already coated the folds at the entrance of her pussy. Leaning into her, Rob licked off the moisture, his hard tongue licking up and down Amanda’s slit. In mere moments, her ass was bucking against Rob’s handsome face. Brittany slipped a finger inside Amanda’s pussy, swirling it against the sensitive walls. Amanda was begging to be fucked, her cries muffled by the pillow at her face. Rob stripped off his briefs, exposing his rock hard cock. “Let me suck you first.” Brittany murmured Rob knelt behind Amanda, his cock throbbing in his hand. Brittany clenched his dick between her lips, slowly sliding down the shaft till it struck the back of her mouth. Working her tongue over the throbbing flesh, she lubricated her lover with thick saliva. Rapidly pumping her mouth on his cock, made his cock hard as cold steel. Brittany took Rob’s cock in her hand, guiding it towards Amanda’s swollen pussy. With one slow thrust, Rob impaled the woman on his fuck shaft. His balls pressed hard against Amanda’s sensitive clit. Slowly Rob fucked his huge cock in and out of the woman, bring a constant throaty moan from her lips. Brittany positioned herself beneath Amanda. With her knees up, Amanda could rest her shoulders on them as Rob worked his cock in and out of the woman’s pussy. Pulling Rob’s cock out of Amanda’s pussy, Brittany sucked on it, tasting Amanda’s juices. Rob smiled down at her, enjoying the pleasures of both women. Guiding his cock back to Amanda’s pussy, Brittany flicked her tongue over the woman’s sensitive clit. The combination drove Amanda to orgasm, screaming aloud as the sexual release exploded deep inside her. Rob pumped his cock into Amanda; gradually increasing his tempo knowing his climax was nearing. “I want you cum in my mouth.” Brittany muttered. Rob pulled his cock from Amanda just as his hot, thick load spewed. Brittany face was covered with cum. After licking the cream off with her tongue, she smiled up at Rob. As she lowered her knees, Amanda collapsed on top of Brittany, her spent body sliding off to one side. Brittany scooted from beneath the woman‘s limp form with Rob’s help. Embracing, their kiss was more love than passion, lasting for several long moments. “I didn’t get to take care of you.” Rob murmured. “There’s always tomorrow.” Brittany whispered. “Tasting you cream is enough to satisfy me.” The trio slept through the night, not waking till mid-morning. The sheets were stained with massage oil but no one really cared. Brittany showered with Rob while Amanda continued sleeping. The day dragged out with the passing of a brief tropical shower late in the afternoon. Rob checked out the airplane with Frank and Ray watching. Amanda spent most of her day playing computer games while Kimmie and Brittany laid out on the top deck working on their tans. Vince watched the radar monitors while Todd caught up on some much-needed sleep. It couldn’t have been a more boring day. That evening, everyone was sitting in the livingroom watching a newscast from Miami and complaining about being bored, even Brittany was complaining. We got one!” Vince exclaimed, interrupting the conversation. “And, it’s a plane! Hot damn!” Everyone scurried to look at the radar monitors, immediately seeing the small blip. “It’s directly south of us at about a hundred and sixty feet altitude.” Vince reported. “Looks like he’s gonna fly right up the coastline at about a hundred and eighty miles an hour.” “Let’s go!” Rob exclaimed. “Let’s get this bastard!” Brittany grabbed both pair of binoculars as Rob slipped on his deck shoes. Running up the hill, she grabbed Rob’s hand for assistance. As they climbed into the cockpit, Rob hit the ignition switches to start the engines. While the number one engine fired up immediately and started to warm, the number two engine smoked and coughed, vibrating the plane. “God damn it, start!” Rob yelled. “Start you son of a bitch!” After a few minutes, the engine caught hold and started to warm. Rob checked the fuel pressure and oil pressure gauges as he put on his headset. “What’s their location now?” Rob asked, speaking into his microphone. “Ten miles south of us!” Vince replied. “Be careful taking off!” “I’ve got the DEA on alert.” Kimmie added. “They’re not showing anything on their radar.” “They will once we get airborne!” Rob responded, excitedly. “I’ll make sure they get this guy!” As the Piper Seneca took off it banked hard right, directly into the setting sun. Rob and Brittany were temporarily blinded by the glare off the windshield. Climbing to an altitude of five-hundred feet, Rob leveled the plane off. They were flying at almost a hundred and sixty miles per hour when Brittany spotted the plane pass directly below them off their right side. Looking through her binoculars, she could see two men onboard the twin-engine aircraft and bundles of marijuana in the seats behind them. “They’ve got marijuana on the plane!” Brittany shouted into her microphone. “I can see it!” “The DEA’s got you on their screens.” Kimmie responded. “They’re sending up an interceptor and a helicopter.” “Stay with em till they get there.” Vince said. “There almost a hundred miles ahead of you.” “It’s a Cessna 414, white with blue and red stripes down the side.” Rob stated, describing the aircraft to the DEA’s communication center at the north end of the island. The pilot of the Cessna airplane banked left and right trying to throw Rob and Brittany off their tail. Rob kept his course straight instead of banking with them, knowing they wouldn’t veer off their original course. “The DEA’s about twenty miles from you.” Vince said. “They’re waiting for you two to catch up to them.” In the distance, Brittany could see the northern tip of Andros Island off to their right. A glint of sunlight reflected off the DEA’s interceptor plane on the distant horizon. The pilot of the Cessna saw it too, deciding to try a daring diversionary tactic. Increasing his altitude, he flew right up to the Piper Seneca within what looked like a few yards of touching wings. Brittany could clearly see the faces of the two men onboard. The pilot was grinning evilly, a face she’ll never forget. Easing his plane down a few feet, he tried getting in close beneath the Piper Seneca. It was a fatal error on his part. Just as the two planes cleared the northern coastline, the Cessna suddenly gained altitude. The propeller on the number two engine sliced through the cockpit of the Cessna like a hot knife through soft butter. Bent and broken, the engine vibrated severely as it started tearing loose from the wing. “Oh God! It’s coming off!” Brittany screamed. “We’re gonna die!” Rob held the yoke as tight as he could trying to control the plane but the engine was dangling off the wing at a downward angle. “MAYDAY! MAYDAY!” He shouted into his headset. “We’re goin down!” Brittany grabbed the yoke in front of her, trying to help Rob get the plane down but it shook violently from her grasp. The plane banked hard right, losing altitude quickly. The right wing was distorting at an odd angle. The plane’s vibration viciously increased, shaking the seats and everything loose in the cockpit. The northern coastline of Andros Island with its rocky shoreline quickly approached. Rob reached up to the visor and pulled his son’s picture from the clip. “Take care of my boy!” He yelled, handing the picture to her. “Tell him I loved him.” Brittany tucked the photograph in the pocket of her blouse. Trying to put her hands back on the yoke, she couldn’t hold onto it. The rocks loomed just ahead. The Piper bottomed out on the first outcropping, striking the next group of rocks with the left wing. The plane spun to the left as the wing sheared off, crushing in the pilot’s door. The last thing Brittany remembered was the plane spinning like a boomerang before she lost consciousness. As she lay on the beach, she regained consciousness long enough to see her left hand bent to the side and bare bone protruding from her wrist. She was covered in blood. The sound of a helicopter overhead and the warm breeze stirred by its rotor were a vague memory as she lapsed into a coma. For two days she lay in a coma. Waking during the night, Brittany barely made out the figures of three people sitting in the darkness. She was unable to speak and unable to move. Lying there helpless, she drifted back to sleep. Sometime early the next morning, a nurse came in to check on her and change the bandage over her right eye. Noticing Brittany was awake she quickly left the room. A woman doctor returned with the nurse. Evelyn, Amanda and Kimmie were right behind them. Lowering the guard railing at the side of the bed, the doctor leaned over her, checking her eye. Brittany tried to speak but her mouth was so dry she could only mouth the words. Offering her a drink, she sipped water through a straw from a plastic container. “Are you in any pain?” The doctor murmured, brushing the hair back from Brittany’s face. “No.” Brittany said, mouthing the word. “You’re gonna be alright but you’re going to be spending some time with us.” The doctor stated. “I need you to stay quiet and motionless. We’ve put bags around you to keep you from moving.” “We’ll talk later.” She added. “Right now, you’ve got alot of friends who want to see you.” Before the doctor stepped out of the room, she whispered something to the three women. They nodded their heads, acknowledging whatever it was she said. Evelyn came up to Brittany’s right side, taking hold of her hand. Amanda and Kimmie stood to her left. Kimmie looked as if she were going to faint as she looked down at Brittany. Amanda put her arm around Kimmie’s waist to steady her. They were all crying, their tears streaming profusely. “Rob’s on his way.” Evelyn choked out the words. “He’ll be here in a few minutes.” “Rob. He’s ok?” Brittany mumbled. “Yeah. He’s ok.” Evelyn murmured, nodding her head. “He’s got two broken fingers and a big bump on his head. He’s been staying with you for the past two days. I had to beg him to leave and get some sleep.” “Everyone’s staying at a hotel not far from here.” Amanda stated. “We were scared you weren’t going to make it.” Rob rushed into the hospital room with Brad Langley right behind him. Leaning over the bed, he kissed her tenderly on her swollen lips. Although his eyes were welled with tears, he fought back breaking down in front of her. He started hyperventilating and grew pale. Evelyn quickly pulled up a chair next to the bed and forced him to sit down. Standing at the foot of the bed, Brad Langley giggled her foot lightly. “It over Hon.” He stated. “I’ve pulled everyone off the island. We‘re gonna fly everyone back to their families.” Hearing Langley’s statement was a great relief to Brittany. Realizing everyone had made it safely through the assignment without being killed or seriously injured was a burden off her shoulders. Later in the day, Kimmie and Amanda took Rob back to their hotel. The Caposi brothers along with Vince and Todd stopped in to check on Brittany, bringing her flowers. There were upset to see her in such a battered state but the kept their composure. Early in the evening, one of the nurses gave Brittany a sedative and some pain medication. Evelyn took a seat near the window, not wanting to leave. Brittany couldn’t think clearly as the medication started taking effect on her. Bikini And A Badge Ch. 18 Waking in the middle of the night, she saw Rob sitting next to the bed with his head resting on the mattress. Placing her hand on him, she entwined her fingers in his thick, dark hair before falling back to sleep. Early the following morning the doctor came in to check on Brittany. Rob and Evelyn stood on the opposite side of the bed from the woman. “Your eye’s still swollen but it’ll go down in a few days.” She said. “You’ll have blurred vision for a week or so but it’ll clear up.” “While I’m here, I’d like to talk with you.” The doctor continued. “It might be best if we were alone.” “I want Evelyn to stay.” Brittany murmured, worried about what she was going to be told. “I’m staying too.” Rob stated. “I’m not leaving.” “Are you her husband or a family member?” The doctor inquired. “No, I’m ………….” Rob replied. “Then I’d like for you to step out of the room.” The doctor said. “We won’t be long. You can come back in after we’ve finished talking.” Reluctantly, Rob left the room to stand in the hallway. “I bet he’s your boyfriend.” The doctor said, smiling softly. “Kinda ……….. I guess.” Brittany responded. “When you arrived here at the hospital we got you into surgery right away and took care of your wrist and internal injuries.” The doctor said. “You had alot of internal bleeding and lost a tremendous amount of blood. That’s one reason we want to keep you here for awhile, so we can monitor your recovery. “There’s something else isn’t there?” Brittany asked. “Something’s wrong with me.” “During surgery, we discovered you were pregnant.” The doctor said in a soft voice. “The baby appeared to be six to seven weeks along. There was nothing we could do for it. Your injuries were just to severe.” “Oh my God, you were pregnant!” Evelyn exclaimed, suddenly realizing she might be overheard. “I thought I might be.” Brittany barely muttered. “I was planning on taking one of those home pregnancy test to find out.” “Unfortunately, you may not be able to have another baby.” The doctor stated. “We had to do quite a bit of internal reconstructive surgery. We were lucky they got you here when they did.” Brittany bit her lip to keep herself from crying but she was powerless to hold back her emotions. Grasping Evelyn’s hand, she gripped it with all her strength as the tears flowed from her swollen eyes. “Don’t let Rob know.” Brittany warned, her words choked by her tears. “He can’t know about this.” “He won’t.” Evelyn whispered. “I promise I won’t say anything.” “Make him go back to his son.” Brittany begged, still crying profusely. “Make him go away. Take him home for me.” “I’ll see what I can do but I know he’s not going to want to leave you.” Evelyn responded. “He’s worried sick about you.” “Let me talk to him.” Brittany said. “Let me see what I can do.” Calling Rob back into the hospital room, she confronted the doctor to tell him she was going to be alright. She just needed alot of rest to recuperate. Rob wasn’t buying it, clearly seeing she was upset about something. Evelyn tried reasoning with him but it was to no avail. He wasn’t going to leave with her still in the hospital. “You need to go back to Oklahoma and be with your son.” Brittany said. “I’ll call you every day and let you know how I’m getting along. I promise.” “Evelyn’s agreed to fly you home on her private jet.” She added. “There’s nothing more you can do here. I just need to get some rest so I can get out of here.” “I can’t go back and leave you here like this.” Rob mumbled. “I want you to go with me.” “I can’t leave for another week or so.” Brittany responded. “If I agree to see you sometime after Christmas, will you go? It‘s what I want.” Reluctantly, Rob agreed, barely nodding his head. Embracing Brittany, he kissed her lovingly before Evelyn escorted him out of the room. She’d had to make a promise to him that she was hesitant about keeping. She would prolong their meeting as long as she could. Brad Langley came in to see Brittany the next morning while she was eating breakfast. “I should have known you’d show up.” Brittany quipped. “Bet you smelled food, didn’t you?” “I’d hardly call that food although the toast and jelly looks good.” Langley responded, grinning. “Eat it. I’m not going to.” Brittany said. “I hardly have anything except coffee and a cigarette.” “God, I’m dying for a cigarette!” She added. “I gotta get outta here so I can light one up.” “I brought you a present.” Langley said, reaching into his jacket pocket. “Thought you’d like these better than flowers. In his hand, Brad had a fresh pack of cigarettes and a butane lighter. He grinned as he presented the items to her. “Don’t get caught with them!” Brad smarted. “They’ll throw that cute little ass of yours out the door!” “Thanks Brad.” Brittany said smiling. “You know just what I need.” “Thought you’d like to know, we got everyone home safe and sound.” He stated. “Even flew them first class.” “That’s great!” Brittany responded. “When you gonna get them paid?” “Done deal.” Brad replied. “I mailed the checks out this morning except for yours.” “What’d it end up coming to?” Brittany inquired. “Hope you complied with our agreement.” “With their salaries and a percentage of the drug’s street value, it came to just over two-hundred and fifty thousand apiece.” He replied. “Not bad for six months work!” “You’re still gonna give them a share of the boat sales, aren’t you?” He asked. “Of course.” Brittany answered. “There’s still four boats locked up at the dealership that I’ll have to get rid of but I can’t even get to them.” “I’ll match your quarter million.” She added. “I owe them at least that much.” “That’ll get them where they want to go with the rest of their lives. “Langley remarked. “It would me anyway.” “What about you? What are you gonna do?” He inquired. “Write another book? Make a movie?” “I said I’d never write another book after Thunder in the Caribbean but I’ve been thinking it over.” Brittany replied. “I may just write one and dedicate it to the team. Caribbean Raiders has a nice ring to it.” “Go for it!” Langley exclaimed. “I’ll damn sure buy one.” “Did you buy my other one?” Brittany asked, grinning. “Yep, sure did! And I loved it!” Langley replied. “Can’t wait for the movie.” “Well, you’ll have to talk to Evelyn about the movie.” Brittany stated. “She owns the movie rights.” It was late afternoon when Evelyn came in to see Brittany. She was grinning like a Chesser cat. “What are you so happy about?” Brittany inquired. “You just have a liaison with someone?” “Even better but I’ll get to that later.” Evelyn replied, pulling her chair up next to the bed. “I got Rob home alright.” Evelyn stated. “His parents and his son met us at the airport. They were really nice people.” Brittany nodded her head acknowledging the news, looking away from the woman. “We had a good, long talk during the flight.” She added. “He showed me the document giving you custody of his son in case something happed to him. It made me feel proud to think you‘d actually do something like that.” Brittany couldn’t look at Evelyn, knowing she’d break down if she did. “Have you called him today?” She asked. “You promised you would.” “No. I will in a little bit.” Brittany sobbed. “I can’t right now.” “He’s gonna come after you.” Evelyn murmured. “He’s not gonna let you slip away from him.” “I know.” Brittany muttered, wiping her tears. “I’m not sure what to do about him.” “Well, I’m willing to listen if you want to talk about it.” She said. “But, you’ll have to make up your own mind.” Evelyn gave Brittany a few minutes to compose herself before continuing. Pickup up Brittany’s attaché from the floor next to her chair, she placed it on the bed. “Thought you might want this.” Evelyn said. “Kimmie packed it with her stuff before they left the houseboat. Thought it might be important for you have it with you.” “Yeah. I do need it.” Brittany responded. “It’s got my laptop and stuff in it.” “I’ve got your purse, so don’t worry about that.” Evelyn said. “I doubt if you’ll need it till you get released.” “And, I’ve got some guys going down to bring back the houseboat and that other boat you used to chase the drug runners with.” Evelyn added. “They’re gonna bring them back to the dealership.” “Thanks, I was wondering how I was gonna get them back.” Brittany remarked. “Langley said he had some DEA guys there to keep an eye on things for me.” “What would you say if I told you I was in the process of buying the Cranor’s boat dealership?” Evelyn inquired, her face grinning. “Why would you want to buy a boat dealership in Florida if you’re gonna live in California?” Brittany asked. “It’s a good investment.” Evelyn answered. “Last year their net profit was over a hundred million dollars. The economy’s on the upswing and the bank’s are begging for someone with money to take it over. I‘m confident we could double the net profit in the first year.” “And, you need a job.” She added. “I want you to run it for me.” “Run it for you!” Brittany exclaimed. “I don’t know anything about running a business!” “You know boats. You know how to wheel and deal.” Evelyn responded. “And, most importantly, I can trust you!” “We’ll reopen the business on January first with a big grand opening and open house.” She continued. “I want you in the driver’s seat!” “Seems like an awful lot of responsibility.” Brittany stated. “You think I can handle it? “I’ll get you some help if you need it.” Evelyn replied. “There‘s a consulting firm available through one of the banks. Personally, I don‘t think you‘ll need them but they‘re there if you do.” “You seem to have all the answers.” Brittany remarked. “Well, not all the answers.” Evelyn replied, sitting on the bed. “Why don’t you call Rob and get some answers from him?” “You think he might be willing to move to Miami?” Brittany asked. “You know, with his son and everything.” “I’m sure he’d move anywhere you wanted.” Evelyn replied. “Just ask him.” “Maybe we could get a nice house in Coral Gables.” Brittany said. “Put Tyler in a good private school. Set Rob up in something to do with airplanes, maybe a flying service.” “Sounds like you’ve already got the answers.” Evelyn remarked. “You just need to ask Rob the questions.” “Don’t forget to get a prenuptial agreement first.” She added. “I’m damn sure glad I did!” “I guess that would be a good idea.” Brittany agreed. “Tyler might not want me for his stepmother.” “Sure he will.” Evelyn replied. “He’s a nice little boy. I could see alot of his father in him.” That evening Brittany made a call to Rob in Lawton, Oklahoma. He was anxious to hear from her proposing he and his son fly down over the coming weekend to see her. “I don’t think that would be a good idea.” Brittany responded. “I still look like hell. My eye’s still swollen and bruised. I’d rather look my best when I meet Tyler.” “I understand. I just ……. well, I just feel bad not being there for you.” Rob said. “I miss being with you. Damn, I wish you were here with us.” “Right now, you need to spend your time with Tyler.” Brittany stated. “Thought you were gonna take the little guy fishing?” “It’s freezing here!” He exclaimed, laughing. “We’ll have to wait till spring to go fishing.” “Oh, I forgot.” Brittany responded. “We’re not in the Bahamas anymore, are we?” “No, but someday I’d like to take Tyler down there and show him where we had our base camp.” Rob said. “I think it’ll help him understand why I had to spend so much time away from him.” “Yeah, that’s not a bad idea.” Brittany agreed. “Course, it’ll look alot different once the DEA sets up their base camp.” “Figured out how you’re gonna get your houseboat back to Miami?” He inquired. “I could come down there and help you.” “Evelyn’s arranged for some of the guys from the boat dealership to bring it back. And, the Nor-Tech too.” Brittany replied. “We’ll sell it as soon as we get the dealership reopened. “WE! Rob exclaimed. “What reopening? “Evelyn’s in the process of taking over the Cranor’s marine dealership and marina.” Brittany answered. “I’m gonna run it for her. Or I should say, at least try to run it for her.” “Guess that means, you won’t consider moving to Oklahoma then?” Rob remarked, his voice sounding very disappointed. “No …… I’m afraid not.” She responded. “Was I supposed to consider it?” Rob didn’t reply to her question. Perhaps she should have phrased it better. There was a long, long moment of silence on the other end of the line. “You still with me or did you hang up?” Brittany finally asked, growing concerned over Rob’s sudden silence. “I’m still here.” He muttered. “I guess I just got distracted.” Rob’s reply was obviously an excuse. The tone of his voice had changed drastically to one of discontent and disappointment. Brittany thought it best to discontinue the call before an argument ensued. “I better let you go.” She said. “I don’t want to take up all your time. Besides, I’m getting a little tired. Think I‘ll get some sleep.” Rob barely said good-bye to her as they broke off their conversation. Things hadn’t gone as well as she’d hoped. Putting her cell phone in her attaché, she laid back to contemplate her next move. The following day brought better news, at least from her doctor anyway. Brittany’s condition had greatly improved and she would be released the following morning. Brittany was anxious to get out of the hospital so she wouldn’t have to hide in the bathroom to smoke. She was running low on cigarettes and she knew Evelyn wouldn’t bring her any. Evelyn stopped by for a brief visit to see how Brittany was doing. She and her legal team had a business appointment with several of the bankers to close the deal on the marina and boat dealership. She was eager to conclude the business transaction and get started with her new business venture. “I wish you were going with me.” Evelyn stated. “I’d feel alot better if you were doing the negotiating.” “You’ll do alright.” Brittany responded, grinning. “Just show them lots of leg. Maybe unbutton your blouse a little.” “I may just do that.” Evelyn said. “Maybe I’ll get lucky to boot!” “Did you call Rob last night like you said you would?” She asked. “Yeah, but things didn’t go too well.” Brittany answered. “It was a fairly brief conversation.” Brittany told Evelyn about the conversation, leaving out none of the details. She was in a quandary about what to do next. She had some ideas but everything seemed to dead-end short of what she wanted to accomplish. “I’m not going to call him tonight.” Brittany stated with a tone of defiance. “Let him mull things over. Besides, I’d just end up saying the wrong thing again.” “I’ll be outta this place tomorrow morning.” She added. “I can think better once I get out in the fresh air.” “The guys’ll have both boats back at the marina tomorrow morning.” Evelyn stated. “You could move back on the houseboat. Your clothes and all are still there.” “Great!” Brittany exclaimed. “Things ARE lookin’ up!” That evening, Brittany kept her cell phone switched off in case Rob called her. The time alone without getting upset over a telephone conversation afforded her time to formulate plans for the marina and for the man she loved. Evelyn arrived at the hospital early the next morning to help get Brittany released. Her doctor still had her activities somewhat restricted but they didn’t affect her plans for the near future. As the two drove to the marina, Evelyn sensed Brittany was up to something. “By that smirk on your face, I can tell you’re up to something.” Evelyn said, driving through the congested traffic. “Mind telling me what it is?” “Depends!” Brittany commented. “Depends on what?” Evelyn asked. “Depends on if I can have the use of your private plane over the weekend.” Brittany answered. “And, on a couple of other people I need help from. And, on the weather.” “I’m planning on flying back to Santa Barbara Friday morning.” Evelyn stated. “I wasn’t planning on using the plane until the day after Christmas. You can have it the whole time if you want.” “I don’t want your pilots to be away from their families over Christmas.” She responded. “I just need them from Friday afternoon till Monday evening.” “That’d work out perfectly for everyone.” Evelyn remarked, smiling. “Now, mind telling me what kind of sinister plan you’ve got going?” “I’ll wait till this evening when I call Rob.” Brittany replied. “I want you sitting next to me when I go the next step.” The two women spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening getting the houseboat straightened up. The service technicians had completed all the utility hook-ups making it seem more like a home. Sitting down on the couch in the livingroom, Brittany’s mind drifted back momentarily to things that happened over the past six months sequestered with her team. “Thinking about the old times?” Evelyn inquired. “Things that went on here? “Yeah, but there all good thoughts.” Brittany muttered. “I don’t have any regrets or bad memories.” “Time to call Rob.” She said, handing Brittany her cell phone. “You sure you want me to stay.” “Yeah, but I need to call Richard and Jake first.” Brittany replied. After several attempts, Brittany was finally able to make connections with Jake down in Key West. He and Richard were elated to hear from her and thrilled she’d been released from the hospital and on the mend. Their conversation lasted for almost a half hour as the two men asked about the work she’d been involved in and the tragic plane crash. Taking time to smoke a cigarette to calm her nerves, she finally made the call to Lawton, Oklahoma. Rob answered the phone, his voice sounding quite excited. “I tried to phone you last night when you didn’t call but all I got was your voicemail.” He stated. “I thought maybe you didn’t want to talk anymore. I was contemplating flying down there so we could talk in person.” “That’s the last thing I want.” Brittany retorted. “I’m finally out of the hospital and back at the marina. I’ve got alot of things to do and we’d probably just end up in an argument if we got together.” Her remarks had Rob stunned. His silence had Brittany positive he wasn’t sure what to say next. “Is Tyler there with you?” Brittany asked, trying to sound stern. “Yes. He’s standing right next to me.” Rob answered. “Would you like to talk with him?” “Yes. That’s why I’m calling.” Brittany replied. For Brittany, talking with a seven-year-old youngster was a bit unsettling at first. Luckily, Tyler had a mental list of questions he wanted to ask. The conversation flowed like two people who’d known each other for a long time. Brittany was pleasantly surprised by how much the boy knew about her and the work she and the team had accomplished. Brittany relaxed, letting her mind absorb all of Tyler’s words. After what seemed like an hour, the boy seemed almost out of breath. “Would you put your father back on so I can talk to him?” She managed to ask. “He’s quite a talker isn’t he?” Rob quipped. “Once he gets to know you, he goes non-stop.” “Yeah, I noticed that.” Brittany responded. “Too bad you’re not more like that.” Again, Rob was stumped for a comeback remark. He stammered, trying to think of something to say. Brittany took a quick breath, preparing for the rest of her conversation. “The reason I called was ……. I was wondering if I could pick Tyler up at the Lawton airport Friday afternoon and take him for a few days.” Brittany stated. “I’ll have him back late Monday afternoon.” “Just Tyler?” Rob inquired, sounding confused. “You don’t want me to come along?” “No. Just Tyler and me.” Brittany replied. “I’ll take good care of him. You don’t have to worry about that.” Bikini And A Badge Ch. 18 “Ok.” Rob muttered. “But, I’d like to come with you guys though.” “Just Tyler. That’s the deal.” Brittany said, sounding defiant. “Take it or leave it.” “I’ll have him at the airport.” Rob replied, sounding quite disappointed. “I’ll pack him some clothes to take along.” After agreeing on a time to pick up Tyler at the airport, Brittany cut their phone conversation short. She’d won the first round. Now all she hoped for was that Tyler would love her as much as his father did. “You’re gonna take that little boy fishing, aren’t you?” Evelyn exclaimed. “You’re gonna work the boy to get to his father.” “Actually, I’m working them both.” Brittany replied, coyly grinning. “I really need to see how Tyler and I get along together. I already know what Rob wants. We‘re just having difficult negotiating.” The next couple of days seemed to fly by with Brittany and Evelyn going over plans for reopening the marina. The two women accomplished a great deal, although Brittany was still apprehensive about being “in the driver’s seat”. As the two leisurely strolled through the temporarily closed marina and boat dealership, they jotted down notes on things they wanted to change and improve. Evelyn was feeling much more confident in Brittany’s ability to handle the business. She’d gone through hell twice. Surviving the operation of a multi-million dollar business should come easy for her closest friend and business partner. Friday morning Brittany and Evelyn left Miami for the five-hour flight to Santa Barbara. Brittany chose to wear a light tan business suit hoping to make a good first impression on Rob’s family in case they were at the airport. The skirt was a little short but Evelyn reassured her she looked exceptionally appropriate. After a smooth flight and brief good-byes at the Santa Barbara airport, Brittany was on her way to Lawton. Being diverted around a sudden snowstorm over the southern Rockies, the pilots still made the scheduled landing on time. Checking her appearance in the planes bathroom mirror, Brittany exited the plane with the copilot giving her a hand as she descended the steps. “You look great, Ms. Michaels.” He murmured, escorting her to the passenger terminal. His kind remark turned her face into a smile that stayed with her as she entered the small terminal building. Rob, wearing his trademark cowboy hat, was beaming as he rushed towards her. Their warm embrace and tender kiss seemed to isolate the pair from everyone else watching the two. Rob held her tightly as if he wasn’t about to let her go. She could feel his strong heartbeat pounding against her chest After introducing Brittany to his son, Tyler, she met his parents and the rest of his family who had come to meet her. Chatting with them, their friendliness and hospitality put her at ease. Rob held her hand firmly like she was going to bolt and run away from him. Tyler never took his eyes off her the whole time. She and Rob finally got a few minutes to themselves. Asking about her health and physical condition, she reassured him the blurriness in her right eye was quickly fading. Her wrist, however, would remain in a cast for another five to six weeks. The copilot picked up the two small suitcases Rob had packed for his son. As Brittany and Tyler walked hand-in-hand to board the private jet, Rob inquired where the two were going. “We’re going fishing ………in the Bahamas!” Brittany replied, looking back over her shoulder. Brittany and Tyler sat facing each other in the plane. The two continued with their conversation from the few nights previous. Tyler looked so much like his father it was like seeing Rob when he was that age. Like Rob, Tyler was well-mannered and fastidious about his appearance. By the time the aircraft cleared the Gulf coast, he was fast asleep in his seat. The quietness gave Brittany a chance to take a brief catnap and ease her tenseness. Arriving in Nassau around 7:30pm, Brittany and Tyler checked into a suite at the Radisson Cable Beach Resort. While Tyler used his pocket camera to take pictures of the beach and the scenery from their third floor balcony, Brittany phoned Richard and Jake on their boat at the Nassau marina. She invited them to dinner at the hotel’s restaurant. At dinner, the two men made quite a fuss over Rob’s son. Not being used to all the attention being paid to him, Tyler eagerly soaked it up. The weather for the weekend was forecast to be sunny and quite warm, much warmer than normal for late December. Saturday morning, Brittany and Tyler boarded Richard and Jake’s boat for an all day fishing trip off the northern coast of Paradise Island. While Jake helped Tyler get the bait on the fishing line, Brittany and Richard sat on the bridge talking about the rescue missions and the drug assignment she and her team had just completed. Richard was curious about her relationship with Tyler’s father. “We gonna get to be honorary grandfathers?” Richard kidded. “This isn’t going to be another Trace McCullough relationship, I hope.” “I’m not sure.” Brittany replied. “We haven’t discussed marriage. We seem to be avoiding using that particular term.” “Well, there’s nothing wrong with you asking him.” Richard said. “Doesn’t always have to be the guy who does the proposing.” “I’m afraid of how he’d react if I tell him I may not be able to have any children.” Brittany responded. “The crash really messed up my female organs.” “If this guy really loves you, it won’t matter one bit.” Richard stated. “You could always formally adopt the boy. That way, he’d be your son instead of your stepson.” “Yeah. I never thought about that.” Brittany said. “I could if Rob wanted me too.” “There’s nothing you and this guy can’t work out if you try.” Richard remarked. Brittany agreed with Richard. If she and Rob would sit down and talk, they could probably work through their problems. The day’s fishing proved fruitful. Tyler caught several small game fish and hooked a tarpon but the fish through the hook as it leaped out of the water. Just the sight of the huge fish on the end of his line was enough to exhilarate Tyler and make his day. Seeing the boy have the time of his life certainly made Brittany’s day. Sunday, Brittany took Tyler on a tour of the city and the island. The two explored Fort Charlotte, which was built in 1788 and the Queen’s Staircase, which was hand covered out of sandstone at the end of the eighteenth century. Monday morning, Brittany and Tyler visited Crystal Cay Marine Park. The underwater park, built around an existing reef, was educational as well as entertaining for both of them. Tyler was quiet on the flight back to Oklahoma. Brittany was tired from all the activities although she felt much better physically and emotionally. Tyler sat in his seat looking out the window as the landscape below passed at over five-hundred miles per hour. Reaching the coastline of Texas, Tyler looked over at Brittany. He had a worried look on his face. “Where you goin’ after we get home?” He asked. “Well, I’ve got to be getting back to Florida.” Brittany answered. “I’ve got business to take care of there.” “When you gonna come back?” Tyler inquired. “You’re gonna be back by Christmas, aren’t you?” “I ……. I don’t know if I can do that or not.” Brittany replied, stammering. She was stuck for answers but she wasn’t going to build up the boy’s hopes or lie to him. “If you go, Dad’s afraid you won’t come back.” Tyler stated. “I don’t want you to go either.” Brittany quickly gathered her thoughts, trying to ease the boy’s fears, being careful of what she said. “I promise I’ll come back.” Brittany finally said. “I won’t break my promise to you.” Tyler appeared to be taking her at her word although it didn’t seem to make him feel better. The private jet landed at the Lawton airport early Monday evening. There was a light covering of snow on the ground with temperatures in the teens. Rob was standing in the terminal with his parents. Brittany and Tyler exited the aircraft carrying the boy’s two small suitcases. “How was the fishing?” Rob’s father asked. “Catch anything.” “Yeah, we caught a bunch but the big one got away.” Tyler answered. “He caught a five foot Tarpon but it threw the hook when it jumped out of the water.” Brittany said. “You did!” Rob and his father both said in unison. Tyler didn’t respond to the comment. He looked distraught and upset as he walked over to his grandparents. “How’d things go between you two?” Rob murmured. “Everything went great.” Brittany responded. “He asked me to come back.” “You’re not leaving.” Rob stated. “I’m not going to let you back on that plane.” “Then we should talk.” Brittany responded. “Let’s go sit on the plane. Ok?” Rob and Brittany walked out to the plane. Rob’s arm was pulling Brittany in close to him. “Guys, could Brittany and I have a little privacy?” Rob asked. “There’s hot coffee inside the terminal.” Both pilots stepped off the aircraft, closing the door behind them. It was just she and Rob sitting inside the cabin illuminated with soft lighting. “I’ve loved you since the first time you and I made love together on the houseboat.” He murmured. “I didn’t want to tell you because I was afraid you’d reject me.” “Now that I see how Tyler has taken to you, I feel even stronger about my feelings.” He continued. “Do you think you’d ever consider marrying me?” “What if I told you I might not be able to have children?” Brittany murmured. “Could you live with that?” “That doesn’t matter. We’d always have Tyler.” Rob replied. “You never know, we might just luck out and have a baby together.” “We’d have to try.” Brittany stated. “I’m not giving up hope.” “There are some things we’d have to agree on though.” She added. “We’d have to live near Miami. Coral Gables is nice. They’ve got good private schools and safe neighborhoods.” “I could get a job at one of the airports.” Rob commented. “Maybe even fly charters down to the islands and the Keys. I don‘t want to just sit around and do nothing.” “Let’s get married, so we can all be happy.” Brittany suggested. “I’m tired of playing games.” Rob and Brittany sealed their agreement with a kiss and a long embrace. Gathering her luggage, Rob opened the door to the aircraft and stepped off, assisting Brittany down the steps. As the two pilots approached them, the couple stopped to inform them they could spend the rest of the holidays with their families. Tyler and Rob’s family were ecstatic with their decision. Rob’s parents insisted Brittany stay with them during the holidays. The day after Christmas Rob Garrison and Brittany Michaels were married in Lawton, Oklahoma. Evelyn Brooks was the maid of honor while Rob’s brother served as best man. Tyler stood with the couple as they pledged their vows to each other. Bikini Audition Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude words. It's fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the decency laws in most states would require it not be read by persons under 18. Also, if you're offended by adult themes, you should probably leave now. More importantly, this tale features women presented as sexual objects. There is nothing wrong with this, as they are only fictional characters. I urge readers, especially young males, to not regard real women in this way. This work, including the synopsis in the appendix, are © 2001 the author. If you're interested in making one of these ideas into a movie, drop me a line. I can have a first draft within a week. :) There is no Nicola. All characters are fictitious. The situations are made-up, if somewhat inspired by those 'Centerfold Screentest' videos. There are a few names here that resemble those of real people: those people never took part in the fictional events portrayed, and no defamation is intended. This is only a fantasy, so any similarity to real persons and events is pure coincidence. Special thanks to Maria Gonzales for the use of her character names Patricia Cruz and Britney Young. ***** "This will be a bikini audition," Nicola's agent had told her on the phone. "Wear your string bikini, the pink one, it's the most revealing. Of course, that's just for starters. They'll expect you to show some skin." "Uh-huh," was Nicola's only response to this, as she jotting down the details of the audition. Less than six months ago, she'd been a young model, earning a living in her native Melbourne doing fashion, swimwear and some lingerie work. The thought of "showing some skin" had horrified her. Then she'd found a new agent. Suddenly, nude work didn't seem so bad. In fact, it was pretty neat! She'd begun shedding her inhibitions, and her clothes for her first nude layout in magazine, when her agent suggested she move to Los Angeles and start branching out. "The movie's called 'Bikini Bandits'. It's a T and A comedy, the usual stuff. You'll be reading for the part of Kelly. I'll send you over a tape of their last movie, 'Bikini Stewardesses' with your audition piece- give you an idea of what the part involves." Nicola already had a fair idea of what the part involved. It was the audition she was nervous about. She stood nude in front of her bedroom mirror, admiring her 20-year-old body. It was flawless, no work done and none needed. She had silky brown hair, and the bluest eyes ever. Her breasts were perfect, large enough to sway gracefully when she went bra-less, but no so large that they sagged. Her nipples, soft and pink, puckered as if expecting a kiss. Her stomach was smooth and trim, not an ounce of fat, the legacy of a model's diet and exercise regime. Nicola had a rich, all-over tan, also a legacy from the old days, but back then she'd got it through sun-bed sessions, while these days she just saved herself a few bucks and tanned nude in the backyard, not caring who happened to be looking in. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a furry stripe, leading down toward her pussy. Nicola idly slide a couple fingers into herself. The change in her career had heightened her sexual desire. She had sex with far more men these days, and even started masturbating to get herself through the day. "One last thing," her agent had said. "I've called in a favor and got you the last slot in the line-up. It's a big advantage to a girl, so don't waste it." Nicola didn't quite know what he meant by that. She'd only been in LA for a couple of weeks, and only been to a couple of auditions. Mostly her agent had set her up to "entertain" industry men. Most of this entertainment had involved Nicola performing impromptu strip revues in hotel suites, or giving blow-jobs in limos to horny studio execs, but she didn't mind. It was helping her career by networking, and, to be honest, she was starting to enjoy it. That night, Nicola had learned her lines and watched "Bikini Stewardesses". It was actually quite funny, and the girls were very pretty. There was lots of gratuitous nudity, but nothing Nicola couldn't do herself. There were even a couple of naked guys in there, though of course they didn't get anywhere near the amount of exposure of the female stars. In fact, Nicola mused to herself, the girls are really the stars of the movie, the guys are only there to add a romantic subplot. Standing naked in front of her mirror, Nicola began to tie her bikini on. It was, to say the least, brief. The bottom consisted of a small, pink wedge which covered her pussy, and then disappeared into a thin string which slid deliciously between her legs and up between her butt cheeks. It tied together in a bow, which hung conspicuously off the side, daring anyone to strip Nicola nude just by giving it a gentle tug. The top was just as brief, two small triangles which covered the nipples, tied about Nicola's chest with a thin spaghetti string. Her impressive cleavage heaved precariously outward, and it looked like Nicola's tits were about to burst forth at any minute. The final touch was a pair of matching high-heels, to showcase her model's legs. She arrived at the audition, wearing a short satin robe over her bikini, and carrying her handbag. The building was a non-descript office, in one of the quieter areas of Santa Monica. Nicola entered, a little nervous. The receptionist got her to sign a release, and directed her down the hall to the waiting room. There were four other girls, all dressed in bikinis, standing around. Some did their make-up, others looked through their audition pieces. No-one spoke. Nicola smiled nervously to her competitors, but none smiled back. Nicola stripped off her robe and folded it into her bag. She adjusted the strings on her bikini top, tugged at them to make her boobs bounce. It didn't need adjusting, but she wanted to psyche the others out abit. A woman entered from a door marked "Private". She was an attractive brunette, somewhere in her 20s, wearing a sexy but professional blue suit, consisting of a short skirt, and a blouse opened just enough to make out her bra-less breasts. Her face was beautiful, but businesslike, with her gold rimmed glasses and hair pinned back. Still, there was something familiar about her. "Good afternoon, girls. My name is Jennifer, and I'm the production manager for 'Bikini Bandits'. I know how nerve-racking these auditions can be, so please just try and relax and have some fun." She smiled at them, and Nicola immediately felt herself at ease. The five actresses filed through the door Jennifer had just come through. Nicola felt like a champion racehorse on display, a fine young philly. Head up, chest proudly pushed out, she strode in just as she used to do on the catwalk. They entered what must be a conference room. The end they were in was brightly lit by windows and a skylight, and there was a video camera set up near by. The gloomy far end held a circular table, surrounded by chairs. Nicola could make out someone sitting in one of the chairs, but it was too dark to see. She knew from her limited experience it was probably the director, or maybe a producer. Jennifer put the actresses in a prearranged line up, with Nicola at the end on the right. She guessed this was the "last slot" her agent mentioned, but she failed to see how it helped her. Jennifer looked down the room toward whoever-he-was, and he gave her a nod. "OK, girls, the movie's called 'Bikini Bandits', a sexy comedy that's going to need a perky and very uninhibited lead for the role of Kelly." Her spiel was quickly putting the starlets as ease, and Nicola could feel the earlier atmosphere dissolve. Jennifer had a warm friendly smile, which she beamed at the line-up of near-naked thespians. "Pay will be triple-scale. The part does require some nudity, but it's very tasteful." Yeah, right, thought Nicola with a smirk. It's a real Halle Berry part, right for the character and not just gratuitous. "It can only be one of you," Jennifer continued, "But I'll wish all of you the best of luck. So, starting with the girl on the left down here, I want you to introduce yourselves to us all." The first girl, at the end furthermost from Nicola, was a short blonde, with a pretty face and the most enormous tits Nicola had ever seen. However, she'd foolishly chosen a one-piece swimsuit that hid most of her body. "Hi, I'm Darcy, an aspiring actress from San Fernando." "Done much work?" asked Jennifer. Darcy gave a shy smile. "No, not yet. I've been to a few auditions, though." The next girl was also quite short, Hispanic, with good sized boobs and a lovely sweet face. "I'm Carina," she introduced herself. "I'm spending my vacation in LA, and just trying to get some summer work." The third girl was another blonde, very tall and skinny. She had quite small tits, but they pushed her bikini top quite far out. Nicola ruefully remembered that men liked skinny women with perky breasts. "I'm Alison, and I've been in a couple of movies already, hoping that 'Bikini Bandits' will be next." "Yeah? What other movies?" "I had leads in 'Undercover Cheerleaders' and 'Kristi Ducati's Bikini School', and I just did a video shoot in the Bahamas for a tape called 'Supermodel Skinnydip Party'." "Good," replied Jennifer, making notes on a clipboard. The fourth girl was black, with lovely dark skin. She, too, wore a string bikini, cunningly choosing black to make it look like she was naked even when wearing the suit. "I'm Julie, I'm a dancer, but I want to branch out into acting." "Do you mean stripper?" Jennifer asked. "Uh, yeah," Julie replied. Silently, Nicola breathed a sigh of relief. She's blown it now. "Which club?" asked Jennifer. "Headlights," Julie blurted. Yup, she'd definitely blown it. It was obvious she didn't enjoy stripping, and was embarrassed by her job. "Hi, I'm Nicola," she introduced herself, smiling for her audience. "But my friends call me 'Knickers'". "That's a very sexy accent. Are you Australian?" Jennifer asked. "Thank-you, yes. I'm from Melbourne. I was a model back home, but my agent has brought me over here to try movies." "What sort of modelling work did you do?" Jennifer asked. Nicola smiled, she wasn't going to make the same mistake as Julie. "Nude modelling. I used to do fashion, but I reckoned my best assets weren't being fully appreciated." She gave a naughty smile, which got a laugh from Jennifer. She made some more notes on her clipboard, and then announced, "Alright, girls, let's get those bikini tops off." Nicola tugged at the string behind her back, and then pulled her bikini top over her head. She tossed her hair slightly as she did so, ostensibly to free the tangle of bikini string, but also to allow her now uncovered boobs to wobble. Alison, the pro, didn't bat an eyelid either, and was quickly as topless as Nicola. Julie quickly stripped off too, but in Nicola's opinion it was a workmanlike performance. Darcy looked momentarily surprised, but seeing the other's removing their tops, she began struggling to pull her impractical one-piece down to her waist. Carina also took a moment to take in the direction, but was soon out of her top, too, her tawny tits swinging easily. "Nice, very nice," said Jennifer as she surveyed the bare-breasted starlets before her. Nicola quickly slipped into a classic model's pose, chin up, chest thrust forward, hands on hips, one leg slightly forward, and an easy-going smile on her lips. She had a fabulous rack, and she wanted the unseen producer to know it. The other girls stood a little uneasy, with hands at their sides. Nicola was happily topless, pointing her boobs in the direction of her producer. She breathed easily, her chest rising and falling with each breath. She wanted them to know she loved to be naked, would be perfect for any role that required nudity, would be more than happy to shake her bare tits on cue if the movie required it. Jennifer moved back toward the dimly-lit conference table. She leaned over to whisper with the seated producer. Nicola noticed that, in their current position, he could probably see down Jennifer's blouse. Well, that just gave her an extra pair of tits to compete with. She stretched, cat-like, pushing her boobs further forward. After they finished, Jennifer approached the front of room. "Thanks. You can get dressed again now." All five girls rearranged themselves back into their bikini tops. Jennifer continued: "Next, I'll have you do a reading one by one, starting with Darcy. If the rest of you will return to the waiting room." Nicola filed out with the remaining three girls. They sat in silence again. Nicola felt a little odd, sitting around an office in the revealing bikini. It was a bit like being naked in public. Sure, she'd worn bikinis before, even in her old modelling days when she'd been a total prude, but this was different. Back then, she'd been modelling the suit. Now, she was modelling her own body, showing off as much of it as possible in order to get the part. That was what was so good about the change in her career, it made her feel so aware of her own body. She was gorgeous, and she wanted everyone to know it. Her sexuality had been awakened. Nicola shifted her position in the chair, crossing and uncrossing her smooth, tanned legs. The plastic contours of the seat seemed to grope her practically-bare ass. She was getting horny again. Jennifer would come in every half an hour or so to bring in the next girl. Nicola never saw them exit, so she supposed they were leaving by another door in the conference room. They went in the order of the line-up, leaving Nicola for last. She sat, alone and nervous, thinking about her audition. She needed to do something daring, something really hot to grab their attention. Toss the bikini now, and do the rest of the audition nude? No, they'd want to see her strip. They'd ask her to take it off at some point, but if Nicola could anticipate that, and get herself naked without them asking her, that would impress them. She needed an excuse, some way to "accidentally" lose what little clothes she had on. Nicola was still thinking when Jennifer came for her. "Nicola, come on in," she said, flashing that warm smile of hers. Nicola entered back into the office. To her surprise, the room was now much better lit. She could see the conference table clearly, and the man who sat at it. He was middle aged, with grey hair. He wore an open shirt, and Nicola could see grey chest hairs peeking out. Jennifer led her over to him. "Nicola, this is the producer of 'Bikini Bandits', Mr. Spinetti." "How do you do, Nicola," he said, and offered his hand. As he was still seated, Nicola had to bend over to shake it. As she did so, her top hung open, and Nicola realised Mr. Spinetti could see pretty much all of her boobs right down to the nipple. Well, she thought, I might as well give him a show. "Please, call me Knickers. It's a pleasure to meet you," Nicola replied, as he took her proffered hand. She leaned further forward, giving him a better view of her bulging tits. Mr. Spinetti's eyes flashed from Nicola's face to her cleavage and back again. Most of the front of her chest was exposed by the bikini, and she could feel his hot breath on her breasts. Nicola gave him a warm inviting smile, letting him know it was OK to look. He got the hint, and returned to staring at the swell of Nicola's perfect bosom as it threatened to pop out of her bikini top. "The pleasure is all mine," Mr. Spinetti said without looking up from Nicola's chest. He shook her hand, causing her breasts to wobble. "That's a cute nickname. I bet there's a funny story behind it." "Yeah," Nicola replied. "I was 16, at school. We had P.E. one day, only I forgot to wear any underwear. I didn't remember until I was changing into my P.E. gear. So the girls started calling me Knickers. It kinda stuck with me." Nicola blushed as Mr. Spinetti and Jennifer chuckled. In fact it was a little white lie, her agent had dreamt up the nickname a few months ago. "Alright," said Mr. Spinetti, getting back to business. "We're going to be taping this audition, if that's OK?" "That's fine," replied Nicola. Mr. Spinetti had reluctantly torn his attention from the show, so Nicola stood up straight to show off her body in a different position. "We're going to have you read, and then we'll need to see you dance, and then... we'd like to see you take some clothes off." "Sure," said Nicola with a laugh, "I'm practically there already." She ran her hand down her bare stomach, emphasising her near-nudity. Jennifer led Nicola over to her mark, and then stepped behind the camera. The red light winked on, and it was time for Nicola to convince Mr. Spinetti to cast her. She put on her best party-girl smile and looked down the lens as sexy as the near-naked Australian starlet could. "Hi, my name is Nicola, but you can call me Knickers. I'm 20 years old, and a model and aspiring actress from Melbourne, Australia. I'm 5'9", and my measurements are 38, 25, 35." Each number was accompanied by her hands indicating what was what; cupping her breasts, sliding down her abdomen, and ending up on her hips. "Are they real?" Mr. Spinetti asked, eyeing her tits. Nicola giggled, "They sure are!" "Alright, Knickers," said Jennifer, playfully savoring the nickname. "The scene you'll be reading is just after Kelly has been robbed by the Bikini Bandits. You're standing on the highway with your best friend, wondering what to do next." Nicola, of course, already knew the piece off by heart. For the sake of her career she only had to pretend to be a bimbo, not actually be one. "'Kelly!'" said Jennifer, reading the other part, "'what happened to you?'" "'I was robbed,'" Nicola replied. "'These masked girls in bikinis held me up, stole all my money, and took all my clothes!'" Nicola mimed trying to cover her body, one arm across her boobs, the other hand on her crotch. She was wearing the string bikini, of course, but it wasn't hard to imagine her naked. The part required her to try and cover her tits without actually covering her tits. 'Kelly' punctuated the words with a casual flick of her hands, which of course revealed the parts she was trying to hide. "'I can't go to spring break naked,'" Nicola continued, "'I'll need at least some clothes to take off.'" "'There's a bar not far from here,'" read Jennifer, "'But with no money, I don't know what we'll do.'" "'It's OK, men always tend to get real generous when I'm naked,'" Nicola quipped. "'It's a biker bar. Pretty rough crowd.'" "'Well, I'll do anything to get some clothes.'" Nicola emphasised the 'anything' to let the viewer know they'll what to keep watching. "'Then I swear I'll get those Bikini Bandits back for what they did to me!'" In the script, Kelly and her friend started to walk down the highway. "'This must be pretty embarrassing for you,'" said Jennifer. "'Nah, it's OK,'" Nicola replied. "'I'm a nurse. I'm used to people seeing me naked.'" "'Don't you mean you're used to seeing other people naked?'" read Jennifer. "'No,'" Nicola replied with a naughty smile. "Cut," called Mr. Spinetti with a laugh. "Great Knickers, I love the way you play the humor in that." "Yeah, it's pretty funny." Nicola replied. It was silly, but funny all the same. "You're playing Kelly as quite witty and savvy," said Mr. Spinetti. "How about we go through it again, this time with Kelly as quite ditzy and blonde." "OK." They ran through the scene again, this time Nicola played Kelly as a bimbo. Her expression became wide-eyed and vacant, her voice became breathless and a bit higher. This Kelly didn't get the connection between men being generous to her and her being nude, or why nurses shouldn't be seen naked by their patients instead of the other way round. Personally, Nicola found the first way funnier, with Kelly using her body to gain an advantage, knowing full well the effect of every bounce and jiggle. It was more like Nicola's own approach to life and her career. Bikini Audition Mr. Spinetti was satisfied with the second reading. As Jennifer produced a cassette player, he explained the next part of the audition: "There are some dancing scenes in the movie, so we need to see your stuff. Be sure to give it all you've got, if you know what I mean." Nicola nodded. She knew what he meant. The tape began to play, a booming house beat. Nicola began to dance. She let the primal throb invade her body, and take over her movements. She channelled the thump of the music into her chest, making it the focus of her undulations. Nicola threw her head back, and shook her chest at the camera. Her tits swung violently, and the inevitable happened. Nicola's right boob popped out of her bikini top and bounced free. Nicola stopped for a second. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, and proceeded to slip the errant breast back into its cup. "That's quite all right. Please, continue." She started dancing again. Of course, it had been no accident. Nicola knew how to get a producer's attention. She continued with the wild movements, and, sure enough, her left boob also made a bid for freedom, bouncing out of Nicola's top and quivering gently. She stopped again. "Would it be OK if I just took this off?" Nicola asked innocently. "Sure," replied Mr. Spinetti, "Go right ahead." Nicola untied her top and tossed it aside. That was definitely better. Unencumbered by the bikini, Nicola's tits stood proudly on display. The lack of tan lines let everyone know that being naked was second nature to her. Nicola's nipples were hard with excitement. She started dancing again, feeling more natural and relaxed. Nicola shook her boobs wildly, grinning into the camera. The gyrations we a kind of reality test for her tits, in this situation falsies would flap sickeningly on her chest, while the genuine article bounced smoothy, following the natural rhythm of the rest of her body. Nicola's perfect tits passed the test with flying colors. She switched her gaze from the camera to Mr. Spinetti. He sat transfixed, his eyes shining at the sight of the topless twenty-year-old dancing for him. There was a tell-tale bulge in his pants. Nicola smiled, pleased. She was making good points. "Thanks, that's enough," Mr. Spinetti said at last. Jennifer stopped the tape. Nicola was out of breath from the exertion, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she got her puff back. "Mmm, nice tits," Jennifer murmured. "That's wonderful, that really is," said Mr. Spinetti, clearly impressed with Nicola's talent. "Thank-you," she replied, to both of them. "Well, the only thing left to ask you about is the nudity. Do you have a problem with that?" Nicola laughed. She stood, hands on hips, smiling at my Mr. Spinetti, letting him drink in the sight of her exquisite body with nothing between him and her pussy but a thin strip of material. "Why not? I'm nude now aren't I?" She trailed her forefinger between her breasts, reminding him or her state of undress, as if he could forget. "Honey, this is topless. I'm talking full-nudity. To an agent, that's the difference between and double and triple scale. To an MPAA censor, that's the difference between an R and an Unrated cert. And to the average slob in the video store, that's the difference between seeing your tits or seeing your tits and your bush." Nicola gave a naughty smile. She tugged at the bow that secured her bikini bottoms. They fell at her shapely ankles. She stood before them now, fully naked. Jennifer and Mr. Spinetti's gazes fell upon the enchanting stripe of pubic hair at Nicola's crotch. It was, like the rest of her, free from tan lines. The only sound was the whir of the video camera. "How's this?" Nicola asked playfully. She slipped into a model's pose, bringing her hands up behind her head, which lifted her tits toward the audience. She continued to run her fingers through her long chestnut hair, smiling seductively. She widened her stance abit, opening her legs, giving tempting glimpses of the opening of her pussy. Mr. Spinetti finally remembered what he was supposed to be doing, and starting giving Nicola directions. "Turn slightly, give us a profile. Nice." Nicola turned her body, edging her ass toward the camera. "Turn all the way around." She did so, and looked back over her shoulder with a kittenish smile. "Nice, very nice." Nicola turned back facing him, hands on hips, standing on tip-toe. Her boobs bounced deliciously as she moved. Her nipples were hard bullets. She couldn't stop smiling. She loved being naked, loved showing off. How different Knickers was to the Nicola of only a few months ago. She giggled, causing her tits to shake. "Great, thank-you," said Mr. Spinetti at last. He clearly had enjoyed himself as much as Nicola. "That's all for now." Jennifer switching the camera off. "Thanks," Nicola replied with a laugh. "It was fun." "Listen," Mr. Spinetti asked. "How'd you like to have dinner with me, right now?" "Well, all I've got to wear is my bikini," she gestured to her swimsuit, which was still lying on the floor. "That's OK, we can go to my place. Very private, you can wear whatever you like." Suddenly, Nicola realised that this was the advantage being last gave her- she was the one he was asking back to his place for 'dinner'. She smiled, "They'd be great." Nicola retrieved her bikini and starting to tie on the top. Jennifer knelt by her waist. "Here, let me help you." She slipped Nicola's bikini bottoms on her, and tied up the string. Jennifer's face was so close to Nicola's bottom that she could feel her warm breath on her skin. Nicola wondered if Jennifer's interest in her body was entirely professional or, like Mr. Spinetti, she had the hots for her. Finished, Jennifer patted Nicola on her shapely behind. "There, all done." It was late afternoon as all three walked out into the car park. It was a typically hot LA day, and Nicola felt comfortable in just her bikini. Mr. Spinetti approached a black BMW, with the license plate "TA". "Why don't you ride me? Jennifer can take your car," suggested Mr. Spinetti. As Nicola's car was just a Honda, she jumped at the chance to ride in a Beamer. After handing her keys to Jennifer, Nicola sat into the leather seat of Mr. Spinetti's car. She gave a yelp- it was hot against her bare skin. Mr. Spinetti chuckled. Nicola slid back into the seat, her bare bottom slipping sensuously across the leather. It was rather more comfortable than the plastic chair. She wriggled, producing a few rude noises, but very pleasurable sensations. The string bikini rode up on her, slipping between her pussy lips. Nicola let out a second sound, this one of groan of satisfaction. She didn't bother to adjust her suit, and she could feel herself begin to moisten. Nicola hoped Mr. Spinetti didn't mind too much her leaving a snail trail on his leather upholstery. They rode northward along the Pacific Coast Highway. Nicola still didn't know her way around LA very well. She sat enjoying the ride, wearing nothing but her string bikini. She wondered what would happen if they got pulled over, but she guessed attire like hers was pretty common on the roads. "How did you feel about the audition?" Mr. Spinetti asked. "It was good," Nicola replied, then added, "It kinda felt like you weren't so much as auditioning me as auditioning my tits." He laughed in reply. "Yeah, I guess we were." "Well, did my tits get the part?" Nicola asked. "We'll see." Finally, they pulled up to a large house that looked to Nicola like a mansion, a beautiful old villa surrounded by desert hills. It lay among a wide sprawl of well-manicured lawns. As Mr. Spinetti parked the car, she stood out front admiring his home. "Wow," she said. "Impressive, isn't it?" asked Mr. Spinetti. "It's huge," breathed Nicola. "I didn't realise you made so much money." "You mean, out of making such low-rent movies? It's the overheads," he said, leading her inside. "Something like 'Pearl Harbor' costs 300 million. But it won't even make that back at the box office. 'Bikini Stewardesses' cost 300 thousand. It's made nearly fifty mill world wide so far. Course, not all that money goes to me, but as I'm principal investor, I get the biggest share. And then a big chunk of that is going into 'Bikini Bandits'. And the profits from that into the next project. It snowballs." Nicola's eyes lit up. A slice of $50,000,000. This was the kind of money she wanted to make in Hollywood. If baring her tits in cheesy T & A movies was the way to do it, then so be it. He gave her the grand tour. Nicola had ditched her heels, and was now padding around the marble floors in her bare feet. As he took her around, Mr. Spinetti was finding more excuses to touch Nicola's body, guiding her with an arm slipped around her waist. He was more interested in the view that Nicola presented to him. It was all very casual, and they continued to chat as he groped her ever more adventurously. "I'll make maybe 5 feature movies a year. Then all the taped auditions for those, like yours this afternoon, get put together in a compilation. I'll make maybe 2 or 3 of those." Nicola was beginning to realise that her audition hadn't ended when the camera stopped rolling. As he held her close, he brazenly peered down her bikini top at her tits. Nicola smiled, encouraging him to go further. "I'm always on the look-out for new talent," leered Mr. Spinetti. "You're on the look-out for something," Nicola replied with a smirk, feeling like one of the characters in his movies. They walked on. "And this is the master bedroom," announced Mr. Spinetti. Before her stood a magnificent four-poster bed, draped in silk, like something out of an old romantic movie. Nicola felt Mr. Spinetti's hand slide from her waist down her lower back to rest gently on her ass. "It's beautiful," she breathed. Suddenly, someone entered the room. Nicola turned, surprised to see who it was. "Dinner will be ready soon," said Jennifer. She gave Nicola a sly smile. "Knickers, why don't you go down stairs with Jennifer," Mr. Spinetti said. "I got a few things to catch up on first." Nicola followed Jennifer downstairs to the spacious lounge. "Drink?" she asked. "Um, G&T?" Nicola replied. After fixing the drinks, Jennifer let out a sigh of exhaustion. She unpinned her hair and shook it loose, framing her pretty face in brunette locks. "God it feels good to unwind," she said. Jennifer kicked off her shoes, and then to Nicola's surprise, unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Nicola could see she was wearing white lace panties, barely covered by the white shirt. Jennifer undid a few more buttons, but otherwise left it on. She slumped into a chair opposite Nicola, and raised her long legs to put her feet on a footrest. Nicola should see a brown nipple peaking out at her through the open blouse. Suddenly, she recognised Jennifer. "Hey, you played Melissa in 'Bikini Stewardesses'!" "Guilty," Jennifer smirked. "But I thought you were a production manager?" "I was, too, on 'Bikini Stewardesses'. But three days before shooting, our lead actress got cold feet. Or cold tits, if you've ever seen 'Takin' It Off'. Anyway, we needed to recast at the last moment. I gamely stepped into the breach." She took a long gulp of her drink. "I was soooo nervous, it was the first time I'd ever been naked in public. Mr. Spinetti tried to be really nice, schedule all the clothed scenes first, but as ex-production manager I put my foot down and insisted on an efficient shooting order instead. So I wound up with a nude scene on my first day." She laughed. "It must've been tough for you." "It was at first. But I really got into it. By the time we wrapped, I would forget when I had clothes on and when I didn't. The director would call 'cut', and I'd wander around the set stark naked." "Do you think you'll do it again?" "Oh, sure," Jennifer replied. "Tomorrow, in fact. We're doing the DVD release of 'Bikini Stewardesses'. One of the special features will be exclusive galleries of all the girls. So I've got a nude photoshoot tomorrow morning." She giggled. "And 'Bikini Stewardesses' was so popular that we're going to do a sequel after 'Bikini Bandits'." As she sipped her drink, a naughty smile crept across Jennifer's lips. "Do you remember the scene where Melissa and Debbie distract the FAA inspector by making out?" "Yeah?" Jennifer gave a smug smile. "That was the first time I'd ever had sex with another girl." Nicola sipped her drink, and wondered who was going to get her into bed first, Mr. Spinetti or Jennifer. Or would it be a tie? Jennifer patted the spot on the sofa next to her. "Why don't you come and sit by me?" Nicola smiled and moved over beside her. The brunette looked at her with soft brown eyes. "Have you ever had sex with another woman?" she asked. "Once, I..." But Nicola trailed off. She was lost in those eyes. She parted her lips and leant forward. Jennifer slipped an arm around her naked waist and pulled Nicola toward her. Their lips met, and they kissed. Nicola obediently opened her mouth, and let Jennifer slip her tongue inside. She was soon probing deeply down Nicola's throat. It was not like being kissed by a man, gentle but passionate at the same time. Nicola sucked greedily on her tongue. She felt Jennifer's fingers at her chest, tugging aside the right panel of the bikini top. Fingers danced around Nicola's nipple. It sprung to attention, red and hot, demanding to be suckled. Nicola was really getting into the mood when Mr. Spinetti entered the room. He'd changed into swim shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. "Come on, girls," he said playfully, "dinner's getting cold." Jennifer stood up and followed her boss into the dinning room. Nicola, a little disappointed, slipped her nipple back into place, and joined them. It was a delicious meal, a simple pasta dish that Mr. Spinetti boasted was his own recipe. As they ate, the conversation remained light, but Nicola could sense her hosts hungrily eyeing up her boobs as they swung barely contained by her bikini top. Nicola now felt perfectly at ease in the revealing swimsuit, it was the most natural feeling in the world to walk around with her ass bare and her tits practically hanging out. They talked about Nicola's home, which the two Los Angelites were curious about. "Is it true it's all topless sunbathing in Australia?" Mr. Spinetti asked. "Uh-huh," Nicola replied. "Along the Gold Coast, it's nothing but bare boobs as far as the eye can see!" "I'd love to go there," Jennifer said wistfully. "Try and sunbathe topless here and they lead you away in handcuffs." "Did you do much topless sunbathing?" Mr. Spinetti asked. Nicola shook her head. "Believe it or not, I used to be really shy." "But you used to model nude?" "Yeah, but before then I was with this agency in Melbourne. My agent Ally always steered me away from that sort of work. Only catwalk, fashion, swimwear, lingerie. All very tame. I used to be so prissy back then." Nicola wrinkled her nose in distaste. "But then I got this new agent. He made it clear that I was wasting my talent doing all that sort of stuff. He convinced me I had a fantastic body, and if I showed more of it off, I could make alot of money. So I agreed to pose for a nude shoot. I was really nervous, but it turned out great." In fact, Phil the photographer had known Nicola for some time, and had always been trying to get her to pose nude for him. She'd refused though, calling him a pervert. When, thanks to her new agent, Nicola had finally relented and agreed to bare all, it was Phil she was sent off to pose for. Nicola ended up really enjoying herself, spending a very nice evening cavorting naked around his studio. Afterward, she'd really felt bad about the way she treated him. She'd been a complete bitch, and all he wanted was to see her nude. To make it up to Phil, Nicola had fucked him there on the set. He got some photos of that too, for his private collection. "That set was published in 'The Picture', that's a girlie magazine we've got down there. Then I went on and did a set for Australian Penthouse. My agent said I was coming along nicely, and thought it was time I came over here to try my luck at movies." "And here you are," Mr. Spinetti said with a hungry look in his eye. "And here I am," Nicola replied. They finished up the meal. Jennifer took the dishes into the kitchen and started to stack them in the dish washer. Mr. Spinetti disappeared through the French windows. Nicola gave Jennifer a hand. "So, do you live here too?" she asked. Jennifer shook her head. "I have a place in Pacific Palisades. I just, uh, 'sleep over' sometimes." From somewhere outside, Nicola could hear Mr. Spinetti calling for her. "You'd better go," Jennifer said. "The final part of your audition." Nicola padded outside, enjoying the Californian sunset on her bare skin. She wandered down the garden, following a brick path amongst a sea of ferns. Nicola wondered if the others girls would've been as eager as she was, if they'd had the coveted last position. She guessed the pros Alison and Julie would, while newbies Darcy and Carina would balk. Or maybe it would be the other way around, with the professionals figuring they didn't need it, and the beginners desperate for a break. Nicola shook the question aside. She was the best girl for this part. She had the best body, and she was the most willing to show it off. And that was why she was going to get the part. Nicola emerged from the greenery to find herself standing beside a bubbling hot and very inviting jacuzzi. Mr. Spinetti, lounging in the water, grinned up at her. "Why don't you toss the suit, and come join me?" Nicola smirked, feeling naughty. She wanted to tease him. "I don't know. The purpose of a bikini is to go bathing in. I've been wearing this all day and I haven't been near water. It would rather defeat the purpose to take it off now." Mr. Spinetti laughed. "Honey, the purpose of that bikini is to show off that fantastic body of yours. It would fulfil that purpose a whole lot better lying on the ground over there." Nicola giggled at the logic. She tugged at the bows on either side of her hips. Her whisper-small bikini bottoms slid to her ankles. She reached behind her, and untied the top. It popped free, baring her tits. The no-longer-needed bikini was thrown into the garden. Nicola stood by the jacuzzi, posing for Mr. Spinetti, much as she'd done before. But this time it wasn't his producer's eye he cast over her. It was naked lust. Mr. Spinetti wanted to fuck Nicola, and she wanted to let him. "Well, what do you think?" she asked, cupping her boobs. "Mmm-mm, you are one damn fine piece of ass," he replied. "You'll go far in this business, trust me." Nicola slipped into the water beside Mr. Spinetti. He wrapped his arm around her slender waist, pulling her toward him. Nicola's hand moved to his submerged lap, and found his bare cock, hard and eager for her starlet pussy. Mr. Spinetti's mouth went to Nicola's left nipple, and began to suck greedily. Waves of pleasure travelled up her body. She caressed his cock, trailing her manicured nails across his balls. At her chest, Mr. Spinetti switched his attention to her right nipple. "I want you," Nicola moaned. "I need you here in my pussy." Mr. Spinetti complied, slipping two fingers into Nicola. Her greedy cunt slurped them down, and she began to fuck his hand, bucking her hips in the water. Nicola returned the favor, pumping his cock in her hand. It was thick and hard. Nicola was even hornier than she realised, and soon she was moaning aloud in ecstasy, her voice echoing across the neighbourhood. Nicola felt Mr. Spinetti withdraw his hand from her cunt. He turned her around, and Nicola noticed Jennifer sitting naked on the other edge of the jacuzzi, her legs trailing in the water. Her thighs were apart, and Nicola could she her glistening nether-lips. "Come on, baby," Jennifer whispered. "Come and get some pussy." Bikini Audition Nicola moved through the water toward her, guided by Mr. Spinetti. Jennifer leant back, resting her head on a towel at the pool's edge. Nicola knelt on a shelf in the jacuzzi, leaning forward into a position where she was directly over Jennifer, with her ass in the air. Nicola and Jennifer began to make out, their tongues swirling around and then diving into each other's mouths. Nicola could feel Mr. Spinetti taking up position behind her. Her pussy lips were hot and raw, both from the water and burning need to be fucked. His hands were on her hips, holding her, positioning her. Nicola felt her new producer's hard cock against her pussy lips. Still kissing Jennifer, she reached behind her to slide him into home. With a slurp, Mr. Spinetti's cock slid effortless into Nicola's cunt. She let out a moan of pleasure. Her flat model's stomach muscles began to ripple with what would be the first of many orgasms that night. Needless to say, Nicola got the part. It was just the start of her adventures in Hollywood. END Appendix: Brief synopsis of movies mentioned. None of these titles actually exist, so don't go down to Blockbuster and ask if they've got em. "Bikini Bandits" Enroute to Spring Break, co-ed Kelly (Nicola Baron) is waylaid by Texas' most underhand, and underdressed, outlaws the Bikini Bandits. Stripped of her money, and her clothes, Kelly takes to dancing at a local bar to earn enough cash to pay her way back across country. But first she vows revenge upon the Bikini Bandits, by beating them at their own game. "Bikini Stewardesses" When young businesswoman Melissa (Jennifer Dempster) inherits her uncle's failing small-time airline, it seems nothing can save it from bankruptcy. A late night movie provides the answer, and Melissa tries outfitting her stewardesses in bikinis as the key to sex-cess. But trouble is brewing as a rival airline AirGlobal tries to shut them down. It's up to Melissa to trade her suit for a bikini, and make sure her passengers enjoy one wild ride. "Bikini Stewardesses II: The Next Generation" Fresh from graduation, Kelly (Nicola Baron) sets her sights on Bikini Airways as a job with fun possibilities. Buckle up and prepare to fly the very friendly skies, as Kelly and the other aspiring Bikini Stewardesses love, laugh and strip their way to hilarity at 30,000ft. But it's not just eager passengers the girls must deal with, as AirGlobal again tries to muscle in on the sexy action. Guest starring: Jennifer Dempster ("Bikini Stewardesses"). "Kristi Ducati's Bikini School" Sexy superstar Kristi Ducati (herself) finds that running a modelling school is much harder than just being a model. When Kristi and her sexy students enter an international bikini modelling contest, with $500,000 prize money up for grabs, they'll stop at nothing to win. This is one beauty pageant that gets down to the bare essentials, but these girls give it all they've got for some very sexy fun. "Supermodel Skinnydip Party" Filmed on location in the Bahamas, this sensuous video takes six gorgeous supermodels and lets them loose in their natural habitat: buck naked. "Supermodel Skinnydip Party" lets you the viewer see what goes on- and what comes off- behind the scenes at an exotic photoshoot. It's your passport to paradise. Starring: Tammy Parks, Alison Lamont, Leslee Bremmer, Bunny, Angela Monroe and Busty Muffins. "Undercover Cheerleaders" Chaos threatens when supervillian Artemis Blarb ("Austin Powers 2"'s Verne Troyer) vows to destroy the 1999 Bikini Cheerleading Championships unless he is paid 1 million dollars! It's up to LA's hottest cop Patricia Cruz (TV's "Scenic Places" Britney Young in her movie debut) to suit up and strip down in the sexiest undercover operation you'll ever see. Will America's right to T&A be taken away by the forces of evil? Only Patricia and her crack team of cheerleading cuties can save the day.