1 comments/ 8159 views/ 2 favorites The Day of the Attack By: Hypothesis I hated how it had come down to this. The WestCrest Mall was in an upscale neighborhood, the building barely two years old, and was genuinely a beautiful and comfortable place to shop for ridiculously overpriced luxuries. However, unfortunately I wasn't there to buy. I found the entrance I was looking for and parked my little coupe and steeled myself for the humiliation. My little talent agency business had died a slow death over the last year and I'd just been through a bankruptcy at the meager age of 29. So I needed a damn job, and the only offer I'd found so far was through Vick, a good friend and former client. At a shopping mall. Kill me now. The store was called Flash and Style, selling primarily a mix of high-end clothing and extraneous gadgets like the Massage Couch or Stroller/Plasma-TV combo. "Hey, dude, Ry!" Vick waved me over as I entered. It was still before noon, so the mall was fairly empty, and there weren't many customers demanding his salesman attentions. As always, Vick gave a pat on the back and a smile made of pure charisma. "Hey, you're gonna love it here, man." I gave him a skeptical look. He reassured me, "Well, it's going to be a lot more fun than you'd think, I promise. You remember Corellia?" Oh god yeah, I remembered Corellia. At the mention of her name, the dark-haired stunner walked up behind Vick. I'd forgotten that Vick met his girlfriend through work at the mall. "Oh hello, look, it is Ryan who is here," she greeted me with halting English and a hug. I'd forgotten her exact mix of ethnicity; she had told me once- it was some complex formula of South America and the Pacific Rim that resulted in a 19 year old figure of petite olive flawlessness. I doubted that her imperfect English kept anyone from buying absolutely anything she was selling. Vick enthused, "This is going to be great, Ry. I know it's not where you want to be, but..." "Hey, no, I'm completely grateful. Even if it's just until I find another job, it's always great being around you two." That much was very true. Vick and Corellia were this wonderful, gorgeous couple. To start with, they both tested the limits of adorability. For some reason I especially found it charming that at 5'6" she was a bit taller than him. When I used to book modeling gigs for Vick, it was a tough sell to find clients that didn't mind a perfectly handsome chiseled 23 year old male fashion model with a perpetual 5'o clock shadow that essentially came in a 3/4ths scale version. They were the type of couple who teased and whispered with each other constantly, and when they smiled, puppies and rainbows were no match. It was impossible not to love them, and equally impossible not to be jealous. Vick put his hand up on my shoulder and talked in a conspiratorial tone, "Okay, you already have the job and talked to the owner, but I know you haven't met our manager yet, and I'm totally going to introduce you as soon as she gets here." "Okay. Well, yeah, meeting the manager is one of the reasons that I came in today." Vick's eyes were devilish. "No, you don't get it. I've been talking you up to her all this week. I know she's 26, single." "Wait, what do you mean.." Corellia whispered happily, "Vick is been thinking Maggie is a hot girl for you!" I started laughing, "So this woman's going to be my boss and you're wanting me to hit on her on my first day. No wait, before my first day." "Time to climb that corporate ladder, boy. That's how you do it!' Vick began to do a silly sexy dance. "Oh god. You guys are the most thoughtful embarrassments of my life." Vick gave me a "just one moment" gesture and then smoothly sidestepped to begin charming the hell out of a college-aged female customer who was browsing some jackets nearby. Corellia continued with their pitch. "Our Maggie is not as blonde like you, but she is kind of blonde and a red headed. Vick said that you like a red headed, I do remember. But she is very pretty and smart we promise you." And that's when the explosions happened. The ground shook heavily. Corellia grabbed my arm to keep her balance...which managed to unbalance me enough that we both fell over. Items fell from the racks and shelves. I turned to look toward the store entrance and saw nothing unusual aside from confused people regaining their composure. Then came another much louder explosion, just a few moments later, along with the groan of bending metal and a cloud of thick grey smoke rolled in from the left of the entrance. "What the fuck?" Vick looked over at us. He was crouched over the college girl and a younger boy huddled on the ground. I gave an "I don't know" shrug back, and then the mall sprinkler system activated. I held Corellia a moment longer, then told her to wait there as I carefully crawled to the store entrance. I took a peek around the entryway. We were on the second floor. Through the smoke to the left I could see the flickering orange of something on fire. For a moment, the smoke cleared enough for me to make out the wreckage of what used to be an escalator, now bent and shredded toward one side. I heard several people shouting and coughing and saw their dark silhouettes scampering through the mall on the lower level toward an exit. I heard someone jogging in my direction there on the top level but I couldn't see them through the smoke. Vick startled me by sidling up to my left. "What was it? We need to just get the hell out of here, right?" "Yeah. Yeah, let's get everyone and..." Then, the person that I heard jogging toward me earlier came into view some fifty feet to our right. He was dressed in a green jumpsuit and some sort of plastic gas mask. And to my horror, he was carrying a rifle. We watched like deer in headlights as this man in green approached the railing overlooking the lower level and fired on the customers fleeing to the exits. I'm sure that I saw at least two fall. I was nauseous and dizzy from adrenaline, but consciously tried to keep rational. "Back, back, back, back, we need to get back." Vick jumped up and away for a moment, and pressed up against the store wall. "Oh shit, man, fuck this. Get the fence, the sliding gate. In moments, he dug a key out of his pocket and turned a lock in the store wall. I heard a latch click above, then helped Vick quickly pull down a solid metal gate that covered the front entrance of the store for when the store was closed. Just before he went out of view, I saw the gunman in green turn and look in our direction. The gate slammed closed, and there was a reassuring click of the gate locking in place. "Back of the store." I was worried that the gunman might try to fire through the gate, and those aluminum sheets wouldn't really do much to stop a bullet. "Yeah, there's a back storage and employee area." Vick began to round everyone up. "I'm calling the police." When the back room door shut with everyone in, I took a moment to assess and think. Seven of us here total, Lights are out except for a meager yellow emergency light above the door. Sprinklers are on, even here in the storeroom. At least one gunman who I assume had no problems with killing innocents. And setting explosions. He knows we're here. Terrorism? A large scale robbery? What else could it be? I guess motive doesn't matter that much. Just distance. I just wanted more distance between the seven of us and the guy with the gun, and everything else would sort itself out. Vick and two others were on their cel phones. Everyone was talking to everyone, trying to make sense of what was happening. I zoned out a bit in thought, or maybe fright. I heard a female voice curse that her phone was dead from being waterlogged. I was listening to some of Vick's side of the conversation with 9-1-1 when Corellia seemed to have a revelation. She interrupted Vick briefly to take his keys and unlock the door to the manager's office. She led me in by the arm to show me a small one-way mirror of perhaps three square feet looking into the store proper. We watched intensely for what seemed like minutes, saying nothing. There was no action, just a drenched Flash and Style, gate still down, all in near complete darkness. Everyone else filtered into the room in to look through the mirror as well, talking in hushed tones. Vick hung up his cel phone. "They say stay put, the police now know we're here. They will come to us when it's safe or give us a call when they want us to do something so I need to, like, save my phone battery if I can." "Did they say what this was about?" "They said they were working on it. They didn't know." We took stock of the situation. Mainly, we were miserable and on edge. The sprinklers kept going and the best we could do was sit out of their direct spray, but there was no real getting dry. Vick and I explained what we saw with the gunman. Vick and Corellia took up watch at the manager's office mirror and the rest of us started rummaging in the store room for useful items, particularly possible weapons. A sixtysomething couple, Ben and Jillian, introduced themselves to the rest of us and seemed generally okay with staying put as long as it took. Ben explained that his weight and bad knees meant that making a break for it with a crazed gunman somewhere out there didn't make much sense, so until things got desperate, they would put up with a dark wet room. College student Amanda and her little brother Adam seemed far less patient. In her stress, Amanda could barely stop talking, at breakneck speed. In the low light, I couldn't see her well, but she seemed cute- with a short brunette bob and nerdy hipster glasses. I felt a little guilty for wishing the lights were up so as to maybe see her wet t-shirt situation a little better at this point. Just goes to show, even in a crisis situation, boys will be boys. I'd been intentionally not looking Corellia's way much to prevent myself from staring. Adam was perhaps twelve, and understandably freaked out. I went and sat beside them a moment and discreetly hinted that Amanda's nervous energy might be upsetting her brother even more. She seemed to take that to heart, calming a bit at first. "Yeah, you're right but it's still messed up. This can't be the right thing. If there are people out there who want to kill us, I don't get why we would wait here to let them do it. It's driving me crazy, how can you not get the feeling that we'll die because we decided to sit on our asses when we have a hundred chances to do something about it and just run away!? I mean, it's completely..." I stopped her there and held her hand a moment. She calmed again noticeably and hugged her brother. "Sorry, sorry... you're right." "There's nothing to be sorry about." "Isn't there some way we can just get a clue if sitting here is the right thing?" Then, as if on cue, we heard rifle fire from inside the mall and another explosion. Amanda started to cry again. After a few moments, the sprinklers sputtered and stopped. I had no idea what it meant, other than this was not over yet. I was beginning to feel the same way as Amanda, I didn't want to sit here if there was a better option. I comforted the two for a moment, then got up to talk to Vick. I opened the office door and went in. "Close the door, close the door!" I heard Vick stage-whisper, so I closed the door behind me. "No, I meant, don't... oh, oh fuck." I turned toward them in the dark for a moment but then could pretty clearly see Vick leaning back in the office chair, Corellia squatting in front of him. My eyes were accustomed enough to see her right handed deathgrip in the vicinity of Vick's lap, as three heavy streams of cum shot onto Corellia's cheek and hair. In her squatting state, Corellia's skirt was hitched up completely to her waist, and her panties had either been removed, or were possibly not there to begin with. It all happened too quickly for me to react before it was over. I stifled a laugh. "Oh, man, I'm sorry, I guess I should have knocked but I wouldn't have guessed..." Vick pulled on his pants, joking "Oh, it's okay. But you seriously should have guessed I'd be getting some. It's a dangerous situation, maybe like our last day on earth. And... hey, babe, what was the other excuse I used?" Corellia was cleaning the mess from her face and hair, but still hadn't hiked her skirt back down. "You also said we were in very stressful state, and needed release. You gave lot of good reasons, very convincing. But Vick should know he doesn't need so many convincing reasons for me." "Well, when men have excuses to get laid, we use them, right Ry?" "True enough." Corellia used some of the pooled sprinkler water to try to rinse out her hair and teased Vick in return. "Well you give me good excuse to get laid to everyone. Isn't Ryan in same stressful situation? He needs release I'm sure." She smiled coyly up at me...well, as coyly as a girl can be with her pussy exposed while joking around about sex. "And old Ben too, poor man is stressful and has bad knees." Vick grinned and rolled his eyes. "Ben's got his wife. And if Ryan can't get laid to that hottie co-ed in there, it's time for his dick to go into retirement." Corellia swatted Vick. "Enough, enough. Do not tell Ryan lay the girl from school when she is scared." "Well, anyway, about Amanda. I was just talking to her and I think I may want to at least scout out the situation a little bit." Corellia was almost angry. "No, Ryan, do not do any such stupid thing!" "I'll be careful, I'm just worried that staying here is the stupid thing." After a few minutes of preparation, I found myself about to open the door back into the store, the gate key in hand. Vick would be at the door ready to back me up if needed, and Corellia watched from the office. Amanda was nervous-talking again. "Do not take any risks. You run back here the first second you see anything bad at all. I'm serious. Just take a quick look and come back. And do not just escape and leave us." "I'm not going anywhere without you. Don't worry." I shut the door behind me. What little light there was came shone through the outer edges of the closed front gate. I had a flashlight with me, but decided against using it for the moment. The only other weapon I carried was a boxcutter knife. I walked slowly toward the front, trying to make no noise. It seemed to take an eternity to take each step without causing a loud squoosh noise on the soaked carpet. I reached the front entryway wall and entered the gate key, turning it as slowly as I could manage. The unlocking click was louder than I would have guessed. I froze, and held my breath. And listened. And waited. Nothing. I got on my belly, and moved the gate upward less than an inch. The smoke had mostly dissipated. No people, no movement, as far as I could tell. The electricity was out, but there were plenty of windows providing light in the main mall area. I lifted the gate high enough to monkey crawl out. The mall was a wreck. I stayed low, and headed toward what I remembered to be the nearest exit. Fifty yards at most. Two turns. It was going to be fine. It was going to be easy. I didn't know why I had been so worried. Until I heard voices. Either they had strong accents or they were not speaking English. It just didn't sound familiar at all. Probably not Spanish, French, German or anything terribly common. I listened. I considered turning back. And I considered turning back again. I edged forward silently and finally peeked around the corner the voices were coming from. Just thirty feet down the walkway, the man with the green jumpsuit was set up in what I guessed to be something of a sniper's nest there on the upper deck of the mall. His sights were trained downward at an angle toward one of the building's main first floor entrances. That was bad enough. But the worst part was what I saw behind him, just out of his line of sight. It was a young woman crouched between a garbage can and a bench. Somehow, miraculously, she must have hid there without being noticed all this time. At this point in all likelihood, she would not be able to escape without that gunman noticing. The young woman's eyes met with mine. She looked terrified. I still had the option of not doing anything stupid. I could still turn back, and wait this out with my friends, whatever this was. And if I did, I was sure that she would die. **************************************************************** Corellia watched her boss Maggie crawl into the store under the narrowly-opened gate, then saw Maggie helping me try to crawl through after her.. "Vick, Vick, get out there and help them in!" "Them?" When Vick and Maggie had finally dragged me inside, I looked up at Vick. "One more to go." Vick looked puzzled as Maggie reached under the gate and began to drag inside an unconscious man in a green jumpsuit. "You got the guy?" Vick was elated. Maggie shook her head. "There are more than one out there." Once back in the storage area, I only remember small parts of everyone's conversations as Jillian tended to my wounds. Turns out, she was a nurse. "We heard shots!" "What happened?" "How did you find Maggie?" "Ryan, you're all bloody and gross!" Etcetera, Etcetera. I think I let Maggie face the inquisitors, while I decided on the alternate option of passing out. I don't know if you've been shot in the hand before, but it hurts. I came to in a cold sweat at the sound of gunfire in the distance. Jillian was doting over me and offered me water. While I was asleep I had been moved over to the manager's office. Ben noticed me wake. "So let me get this straight, sport. You sneak up on this guy and clock him." "Right, with the flashlight. Like twice. It was pretty awesome." "But that doesn't knock him unconscious." "Nope. Is there something more I should have done other than just hit him in the goddamn head? Because I did that." "So he turns around and shoots you." "I grabbed the gun." "You grabbed the end of the gun." "Well, right. And he shot me in the hand." My left hand was bandaged up with torn clothing. It was throbbing.something awful. "And then he took out a knife and stabbed you with all these shallow cuts?" I looked down at my belly and left arm. The cuts looked kind of ugly, but they didn't hurt. "Sort of. I took out my boxcutter, and he kind of made me stab myself." "What?" "Listen, I'm not some expert knife-fighter, all right? He did some Judo or something on me." "And then you knocked him unconscious somehow." I smiled. "Well, then he fell unconscious. I kind of assume it was from earlier when I hit him in the head twice as hard as I could with a fuckin' flashlight." Ben nodded. "Probably right." "Hey, so why exactly am I not in terrible pain?" Ben grinned. "Well, what's a couple of Vicodin between friends?" Ben and Jillian left back to the storage area to make room for Vick and Corellia to talk with me for a while. It had been nine hours since the first explosion. Now that I was awake, I could sit up fine and was generally feeling pretty good aside from the throbbing of my hand. Corellia and Vick informed me that his phone had died like the others, but he hadn't noticed until recently. "It must be some kind of crazy drawn out standoff or something. We're not going back out there unless we have to, the police know where to come and get us when it's over. The bad guy hasn't woken up yet, but he's alive. Amanda went and punched him in the balls though so he might feel that when he wakes up." "That was sweet of her." Vick shrugged, "Yeah, I think she likes you." Corellia added "Among others." Maggie walked in, smiling at me. To the others, she said, "Hey you two, I'm going to be needing my office for a little while. Shut the door on your way out." The Day of the Attack Maggie sat on the floor at my right side. She had this pretty, shaky, dimpled, nervous smile. It felt strange that this was really the first time we'd ever talked. I started with my brilliant standard opener. "Hey." "Hey." She looked fantastic in this silhouetted profile. It was still dark, but there was little denying her warm, comfortable beauty. Her hair was strawberry blonde, cut straight and falling just below the shoulder. She looked down at her lap for a few moments then back over to me. Those eyes were so vivid green. She started to speak, but seemed to choke up a little, so she carefully exhaled, as if nervously rethinking what she wanted to say. I saved her the trouble. "So, I guess you're my new boss?" She laughed, thank god. "No, no. I don't think so. Although..." I looked at her, curious. She took my right hand in both of hers. Then she nestled her head on my shoulder and neck, and looked forward. "Although, I do think you deserve a raise." We sat there for a while, probably two or three minutes, until I noticed her eyes were shut. I can only say that at that moment I felt some sort of simple bliss. It probably had something to do with going through this day of fear and adrenalin and pain -- and still being in the middle of it -- but somewhere finding a moment of contentment of a beautiful girl you barely know but already shares some unspoken intimacy. It also could have been the Vicodin. Thinking Maggie asleep, I shifted my right arm around her a bit and leaned back to doze off again myself. As I did so, she kissed a spot just beneath my jaw. "Are you in any pain?" "No, no, I'm fine. I'm feeling wonderful, in fact." She smiled sleepily. "Would you tell me if I do anything that hurts you, or anything you don't feel up to?" I nodded and whispered okay. She rolled over on her side so her right leg lay over my own., then slowly, carefully unbuttoned my shirt. She carefully looked over the superficial cuts, and began to slowly trace around them with the tip of her tongue. My dick pulsed. Good thing to know the drugs weren't hindering me there. She lifted off her blouse unceremoniously, before I even noticed that it was gone. She had a flat, even tummy. Her breasts were smooth and pale, the simple white bra she was wearing was probably a large B or a C cup, and they suited her body well. She wrapped her arm around and squeezed against me, avoiding my injuries, but hugging tight enough to shift her bra askew so they uncovered her taut breasts altogether. She cuddled up against me again, the crotch of her jeans rubbing up against the side of my hip. Her right thigh made wonderful stroke up against my cock, and with that, I became possibly as erect as I have ever been. Because my pants made this extraordinarily uncomfortable, I moved to take my right hand out from behind Maggie to try to readjust myself, but she caught me to the punch. She saw the look on my face, and reached down to correct which way the length of my member had shifted. After a moment of grasping, her solution, of course, was to drop my pants and underwear down completely. My cock stood rigid up against my belly. Maggie paused, enthralled. She reached her hand up and wiggled my shaft a bit, playing around with how it pulsed at her touch and would spring back into position. As thrilling as our relaxed exploration had been, this sort of play was almost too much to take. I grinned and grabbed her left hand with my right, then rolled over atop her. I straddled her torso, by cock jutting forward between her breasts. She gasped happily. "You're not so hurt after all, are you?" Keeping my eyes met with hers, I reached back behind myself with my right hand and unbuttoned her jeans blindly. She shuddered with expectation, closed her eyes, then opened them again to stare at the cock pointing at her face. As I reached my right hand down into her panties, Maggie's hands worked the pre-cum off my tip and rubbed it all around the head. I moved my hips up and down a bit as I straddled her belly, and with my right hand behind me taking hold of her wet, bucking crotch, and my left hand held high in the air, I felt a bit like a rodeo rider. Her head tilted forward, lips opened, and tongue stuck out a bit, brazenly inviting me in. Her dimples disappeared as she opened wide and guided my hips forward. My right middle and ring finger probed inside her as my palm pushed and rubbed down on the fleshy area of her clit. My hand was drenched and I felt the vertical walls pressing back hard, pushing the two probing fingers together. As her heat rose, I added the index finger and thrust harder and faster. My legs shifted forward so I was holding myself lightly atop Maggie's soft breasts. On the back of my thighs I felt her sharp, erect nipples. I had to lean back a bit to keep my right hand down her panties. My cock entered her waiting mouth about two inches-- it was dizzying. One of her hands held my hip as the other held firm the base of my cock, urging it back and forth at a rate matching my hand's strokes into her pussy. Maggie's body was flush and slick with sweat. Her hair seemed darker and wet, a few random soaked strands of hair splayed across her face as my cock thrust into her mouth deeper with each stroke. A minute in, her tongue pressed up hard against the bottom of my shaft and she sucked in hard. For the briefest moment I worried that something was wrong, but then felt her pussy throb and shake with intensity, squeezing and releasing my fingers tightly five or six times. The sensation against my cock along with the realization that this beautiful creature was currently having an orgasm almost brought me to the edge too, but Maggie pushed me out of her mouth and onto my side at the last moment and dragged herself to her knees exhaustedly, trying to regain her composure. She finally removed her bra completely -- the top of her jeans and panties still rested halfway down her thighs as she stared at me intensely, her wet strawberry hair falling down across her face. We both caught our breath for about five tense seconds before Maggie energetically wiggled out of the rest of her clothes and pounced. She pushed me onto my back against the floor, now completely oblivious to her earlier worries about hurting me, and wasted no time positioning herself directly atop my rigid dick, grinding it between my belly and her mound for just a couple of seconds, then sliding it inside her. Maggie took only a few impatient bounces on top of me to guide it three inches in, then four, then five, then six, until she was bouncing hard against my hips, thrusting my cock fully inside her with each delicious bound of her breasts. The look on her face seemed at first quite like sadness or pain as she stared into my eyes, but I knew better as her heavy breath became ragged. Maintaining her pace on and off my cock, she leaned forward and kissed my mouth deeply. I had trouble thinking straight. Maggie's voice was weak and pleading, "Oh god. Please cum, Ryan. Please cum. Please cum. Please cum. Please cum." Her hands pressed hard against my chest and she thrashed and shook as her pussy muscles gripped me tensely, weakened for a moment, then gripped me even tighter. It was over. I lost the ability to breathe in while burst after burst of cum surged out and into her throbbing pussy, its grip on the base of my cock controlling the pulses of ejaculation. Maggie came to rest atop me, spent. Her head relaxed against my chest and she closed her eyes. A thin line of spit ran unnoticed from the edge of her lips to my sternum. My penis stayed inside her until it limply fell out minutes later, dripping with our juices. Later, there was a knock at the office door. Maggie was already dressed and at her desk, collecting a few random things like pencils and perfume. She nudged me to put on my clothes, and opened the door when she saw I was covered. It was Ben, he looked tired. "Hey kids. I needed to ask... I think that maybe Adam should stay with Jillian and me in the office for a while." I stood up. "The room? Sure, of course. But why, what's up?" "Our guest is awake. And I don't think the boy needs to be around what's next." Maggie and I walked back into the storage room where Vick was shining a flashlight in the eyes of the gunman we had brought back and taped into a chair. The captive's chair faced a corner -- his back was to us and he could only see Vick. I noticed his rifle over near Amanda and Corellia, somewhat hidden behind a box of clothing. Our captive seemed to curse from beneath his taped mouth. Jillian and Ben hustled Adam into the manager's office and closed the door. Noticing Adam's exit, Vick took the boxcutter from his pocket. "Okay, you're going to have to answer some questions now. It's been all day, and for some reason this isn't over yet. I'm going to take the tape off your mouth, so you can tell us who you are and what this is all about." Vick hesitated a moment, looked over at the rest of us then carefully removed the tape over the gunman's mouth. "Fuck you," he spat. Vick shook his head. "So, what is it, this is like a terrorist thing, right?" Our guest looked to have possibly been Middle Eastern, but it wasn't obvious. For some reason, my first impression was that he could be a French Canadian lumberjack, with his dark beard, heavy shoulders, green work clothes, and undistinguishable accent. "Fuck. You." Vick frowned, "No, man, fuck you. I'm serious. We need to know what's happening here. We're just people who want out of this shit, so you've got to tell us." Vick showed the gunman the boxcutter and clicked the blade into view. "All you've got to do is tell us." My heart began to pound. I moved forward to talk to Vick but Maggie gripped my good hand to keep me back. I heard Amanda and Corellia murmur to each other in worry. The captive laughed. "Little man, you do not threaten me. I hope you enjoy your last day." Vick was frustrated. He brandished the blade. "Well, I hope you enjoyed having all your fingers, you piece of shit, because that's not going to last long." Vick hesitated, looking into his opponent's eyes, hoping to see a little fear, a little sympathy, anything. "I'm serious, you have five seconds before I start my first fingerectomy." Vick tried for menacing, "It'll be fun, maybe a little trial and error. On the job training." The gunman gave him nothing, and taunted, "Five seconds is up. Why is the little man not using the little knife?" I could see Vick getting angry, and his grip on the boxcutter tighten. Just then, Corellia put a shirt over the captive's head to block his vision, then took Vick by the hand and led him back, away to talk with the rest of us in hushed voices. Corellia was adamant, "No, no Victor. You cannot, you cannot cut the finger off of this bad man. I will not let you, I will leave out the door." Vick shook his head. "Jesus, are you kidding? I don't want to torture anyone. I thought he'd talk already." Corellia hugged him, and Maggie held his hand. "We can just let him sit there til this is over, there's no real need to get him to talk is there?" Vick frowned, "There is, guys. I mean, we really need to know what the hell's going on. We've been stuck here with no communication for hours, and it seems like we may stay that way until someone comes to get us. I'd say it's pretty damn important that we find out whether the person who eventually finds us is more likely to be police, or another psycho in a gas mask." I looked down at my left hand. I had to admit it was tempting. I could do it, couldn't I? This guy had tried to kill me. Hurting this animal would kind of be like justice. But the more honest I was with myself, the more it felt like revenge. "I.. I could do it." I whispered. "No." All four replied simultaneously. Amanda put her hand on my back, "It misses the point. We're going to get out of this, as better people than him." "Then how do we get him to talk?" Corellia looked at Vick with a sly side glance. "I think I can catch fly with honey and not vinegar." Vick didn't like this. "What? No, no, you should have nothing do with that... murderer." Corellia kissed Vick. "You trust me. He is murderer, but he is a man too. Do not worry for me, he is all tied down of tape. I think you boys like to see this too maybe?" Corellia stood near the corner of the room, and removed the shirt from our captive's face. The bound man growled something angrily, but stopped short as he looked up. The flashlight had been turned to shine on Corellia, who had changed into an outfit there in storage: a black silk tummy-baring camisole, a tight, short skirt, and black heels. Her nipples showed through as obvious bumps in her top, and so much of her tan, flawless skin was showing that the imagination could not help but fill in every tiny blank. She was a vision of nubile sexuality, and played innocence to perfection. "Hello there mister, am I a girl you would like to talk to?" The man looked like he was trying to collect his thoughts. "Wh... What?" Amanda, Vick, Maggie, and myself were all standing just a few feet behind our captive. Vick had the rifle in hand. "I am Miss C. I work here in the building you are in. I hope you would tell me who you are and why you are here." He seemed to be caught unguarded, "I am Remal." "And why are you here, Remal?" He paused. There was a long moment of silence, then Remal seemed to steel himself. The initial shock of her beauty had worn off, but he still could not look away. "Fuck you." "I do not usually say fuck you to people like you do Remal. Even when I want them to fuck me." Corellia brought a hand up to touch her breast over her camisole. "Do you not want to talk to me?" Remal was speechless. "I am just a girl who would like to know about you, and why you are here. Is it okay if I stay here and talk to you?" Corellia stepped forward slowly. I saw her hike up her skirt a bit, just enough for me to see the tiniest bit of blue panties. I imagine the view was even better for Remal. "I suppose that is fine, but I will not talk to you." "That is a shame. I understand there are things you do not want to say. But I will ask you things, maybe some of them are okay for you to say to me. I do not want to make you unhappy." Then Corellia fully sat on Remal's lap, and let one shoulder strap of her camisole fall down from her shoulder. "Yes, Miss C. I... Yes, you may ask, but do not expect many answers." Corellia smiled, then pressed her palm against the crotch of his jumpsuit. "Where are you from, Remal?" He choked out, "I am Qumari... I am from Adden, Qumar." This surprised me. Qumar was a North African country currently in the news for undergoing a government-instituted genocide. The place was violent and unstable, but terrorism against western countries wasn't generally their thing. If anything, Qumari natives tended to seek sanctuary here. "How many of your friends are here with you, Remal?" He did not reply. Corellia hiked her skirt up fully so that it revealed her bright blue satin bikini panties completely, then gently sat back down on his lap. "Tell me, what is it you want from us?" No reply. "Is there something you want from me?" she teased. To our surprise, he grinned and blushed shyly. "We are not here because of you, Miss C." She laughed. "That is too bad. So why are you here? What is going on?" Almost as an afterthought, she dropped her camisole down around her waist. One of Corellia's firm, naked breasts pressed up against Remal's chest and her hand wandered down again toward the bulge in his jumpsuit. He gasped. "I ... I, I cannot tell you. I am sorry, Miss C." "Am I not a girl you would like to talk to, Remal?" Corellia rubbed her crotch against his leg, up and down rhythmically. God damn. I thought back to earlier this evening when I had become so uncomfortable for about five seconds from having an erection with my pants still on. This man was tightly taped down all over his body, and still fully dressed. Staring at Corellia, I managed to feel bad for the guy who earlier today had shot and stabbed me. I even heard Maggie and Amanda gasp a little. Remal began to sweat profusely. "We are from the Qumari government!" They were? That didn't make much sense to me, but I let her keep working her magic. Besides, I was becoming a little uncomfortable again, in a pants-related way, and was trying to discreetly adjust myself. Maggie noticed, and gave me a little knowing smile. "And what is the big plan, Remal? You can tell me. Please?" "I am sorry, I am very sorry, Miss C." "So I'm not a girl you would like to talk to after all?" Corellia stood from his lap, acting hurt, and put her hands on her hips. Despite herself, it looked like Corellia's panties had formed a noticeable wet spot. "No! No, it is not you Miss C." She removed the camisole and skirt that were not really covering her at all any more anyway. She stepped toward us, in heels and blue panties, out of Remal's view. Corellia took Amanda by the hand and talked to her quietly as Remal struggled in frustration. "Miss C? You do not have to go, I am sorry that I cannot say that. We can talk about other things, Miss C." Corellia led Amanda by the hand into Remal's view in the corner of the room. Standing in front of the flashlight, it was the first time I got a good look at Amanda. First and foremost she looked petrified. Every muscle stood rigid in her little 5'3" body and her eyes were locked wide open, looking at the captive man in the chair before her. Secondly, she was as cute as a button made of kittens. Her slim form held up a slightly round face with large, hopeful eyes behind a pair of Buddy Holly glasses. She wore a tight pink baby T shirt under a thin yellow cotton shirt with shoulder straps, a pair of tiny corduroy shorts and flat canvas shoes. Her dark hair was tied up in a little bob in the back, with a pencil running through it. Her breasts seemed like they were B cups, but it was hard to tell under the second t shirt. Corellia stood Amanda directly in front of herself, both the girls facing Remal. Corellia placed her chin on Amanda's shoulder. "Remal, this is my assistant, Miss A." From behind, Corellia moved her hands to cup Amanda's breasts. "Remal, is Miss A a girl you would like to talk to, since you do not want to talk to me?" Remal's head rolled a bit, as he was hopelessly trying to fathom his situation. "No! Yes! I mean, it is not that, Miss C." Still directly behind Amanda, with one hand Corellia continued rubbing one of Amanda's breasts, but with the other hand she began to rub Amanda's crotch over her shorts. "I cannot imagine a man who would not want to talk to Miss A, Remal. I want to talk to Miss A you see?." Amanda tilted her head to the side toward Corellia and smiled a bit. Amanda began to lean back and relax against Corellia's nearly naked body. "Oh fuck." I heard Maggie whisper under her breath. Remal was enraptured and miserable. "I am Qumari. Uh thiteen, thirteen, there are thirteen of us here. We are from the Qumari government." Corellia reached her right hand up under Amanda's shirt and removed her bra, then continued to pull up her shirt just enough to rub a nipple. As the bra fell, I noticed that it seemed padded, or perhaps a water bra. Her breasts really couldn't have been more than been A cups. Corellia's left hand then slipped into Amanda's shorts, and the little school girl gave a squeak of pleasure. "Why is the Qumari government doing this, Remal?" Corellia was insistent. Remal shifted repeatedly in his chair, trying hopelessly to rub himself off for some sort of release. It didn't work. I wondered if he would have preferred getting his fingers cut off as torture. I could sympathize; I had adjusted so my own dick was sitting straight up, making an unusual visit hanging out partially above the waistband of my pants but under my shirt. As I looked down Maggie stepped forward in front of me and rested back against me, much like Amanda was pressed against Corellia. The Day of the Attack "No, no, okay!" Remal panted, "We are resistance against Qumari government. But you cannot tell any one. Please stop, stop what you are doing or let me come." "What was the plan, Remal? We're not going to help you until you tell us." Amanda bent forward, and rested her hands against the arms of Remal's chair. Her flush face was inches from his. Corellia took the opportunity to drop Amanda's shorts and panties to the floor, and made Amanda widen her stance - I thought I saw Amanda glance my way when it happened. With those spread legs in my vision, the friction of Maggie rubbing her butt and the small of her back against me made me shudder and come again. I'd made a mess of my clothes, but I didn't much care here in the darkness. Remal agonized. "Listen, please you cannot tell anyone. We are acting as terrorists on behalf of our government, but we really oppose them. We have left false evidence that we work for the Qumari leadership." "You're trying to frame your own government? But you might... might start .... Oh god... start a war. " Amanda could barely get the words out. At that point, Corellia was blissfully finger-fucking her from behind. Remal shook. "Yes, we do hope so." I finally understood. Starting a war with the western world meant tricking our country into finally doing something and deposing their leader... and in effect, ending the genocide. It was a crazy plan that meant killing innocents, but made some sort of sense if you were desperate to save even more innocents. Amanda seemed to get it, too -- she looked over at me, sweaty and panting. Corellia was still enjoying herself back there. "Do we need anything else from him?" Amanda placed a hand against Remal's leg. I spoke up and stepped toward them. "Your partners, the people you came here with. They know we're here?" He was in agony. "Yes, yes. Wait, are you are the man I shot? I am so sorry. I am glad you are alive." "Never mind that. Why haven't they come to get us?" "We had orders. The um, "Flash and Style" store, that's where we are, right? We were to leave it alone. I do not know why, but if they catch you leaving, you will be killed." That was enough for us to mull over for now. I nodded to Amanda. Still bent over, she shook herself from the reverie Corellia was causing, reached down, and simply pressed down on the bulge in one leg of Remal's pants. With four brief, heavy strokes of her palm he groaned, and we saw a wet stain grow from inside his pant leg. When that was over, to my surprise, Amanda shifted forward to put her hands on my shoulders. Her hands gripped hard, and her eyes glazed over while looking at me with a drunken smile. She let out a breathy, feline noise for several seconds then her knees buckled, forcing me to catch her before she fell. Corellia got up off her knees from behind Amanda and licked her lips. "I told you all, I know how to catch the flies with the honey." For me, our next four hours of waiting were restless. Off and on we heard sporadic gunfire from a distance. The echoes of the mall meant that they could have come from anywhere inside. We were secure enough here, and had new reasons enough to think that trying to run for it would be a mistake. I still knew that something didn't fit quite right. I mulled it over with Vick and Maggie. Why would this store be the one safe haven in the mall, and we happen to be in it? Why had the police not raided the place ten hours ago? Remal's story had a logic to it, but it didn't seem like the actions of the gunmen quite matched up with their supposed plan. If you want to start a war, you blow up a landmark, you don't raid a half-empty mall in suburbia and hold it for a day. I checked up on Ben, Jillian and Adam back in the office, and Amanda and I gave them a G-Rated version of the status report and what we had learned. We talked about it for more than an hour, trying to get our minds around it all. Ben furrowed his brow and shook his head. I asked him what he was thinking. "I'm thinking they've got someone helping them." Ben stood up and headed toward the door. "Let me go talk to this Remal again. How'd you get him to talk last time?" Amanda stuttered. "We.. we just asked nicely." In the storage room, Maggie had managed to fall asleep on a recliner we had unpackaged and assembled. Vick and Corellia clumsily stood up from behind a stack of boxes, refastening their clothes. "Hey guys! Good talk?" Amanda rolled her eyes. We walked over to Remal's corner and Ben stepped around to talk to him in his fatherly voice. "Young man, wake up please. Who was it exactly that told you not to bother this store? Was he one of you, or someone from around here who knew this place? Oh no." I didn't understand. "What's the matter, Ben?" I walked around to talk to Remal myself, then saw that he was dead, his throat opened. I had to guess it was by a boxcutter. I was silently processing everything as chaos spread among us. Amanda was crying and talking nervously to noone and everyone. Jillian was shielding Adam away from the scene, back toward the office. Maggie was just waking up and asking what had happened. Vick was freaking out, Corellia moved herself away into a corner as far from the body as she could. Ben was comforting Amanda and Vick as best he could. It was one of us. And Ben had been right, now I was sure of it. Killing Remal was now only useful to someone who didn't want him to say anything else. Someone who I have to assume had been helping them all along and could have been identified by him. Someone Remal had not seen after regaining consciousness. Someone who could have provided information about the mall, and would have wanted to set up this store as a safe haven. I remembered the voices I heard talking as I rounded that corner to see Remal's sniper's nest hours ago. Remal had not been talking to himself, I realized. He had been talking to someone nearby. Someone who hadn't actually been hiding from Remal when I first saw her, but rather talking to him comfortably from her hiding spot. She had been hiding from everyone but Remal. And the terror in her eyes wasn't fear of the gunman, but the realization that I had spotted her. Maggie met my gaze. I knew she was the enemy, and in that moment, she realized that I knew as well. I had a lousy poker face. And she had the rifle. My voice shook, "Listen, Maggie, just calm down. We can all get out of this alive and well." Vick shielded Corellia as best he could. "What's going on? Maggie, why?" "I was given the chance to help stop a genocide, Vick. Who could refuse that?" She put on Remal's gas mask. Ben held up his hands. "Just set down the gun, dear. This is over. There aren't enough bullets in there to shoot us all, anyway." She started backing to the door back out to the storefront and the rest of the mall. "No, but my men out there have enough." "Don't go any farther, Maggie. You'd only have time to get one shot off, if we just rushed you." "Maybe," the replied, showing us a small bottle of perfume I'd noticed earlier at her desk, "but not without making me drop this." We didn't know how to react to that, but I don't think that anyone thought that bottle had perfume in it. Then a rifle fired. We all looked at each other, and then ourselves, to see who, if anyone, had been shot. Maggie looked confused as well, but realized that the noise had come from behind her, in the mall itself. She took advantage of our confusion and bolted. There was an explosion from out in the mall, and weapons fire picked up. Vick and I gave chase, followed by Corellia and Amanda. The store gate was halfway open -- we ducked through to see Maggie yelling at a man in a gas mask and green jumpsuit holding a machine gun. She was pointing our way. We took cover but then noticed a firefight happening on the level beneath us. There was another explosion nearby, and I lost my bearings. I tried to stagger back toward safety bit the next thing I could see clearly was Maggie and that gunman looking over me. Then a moment later, I saw them both convulse wildly and fall to the ground. As I tried to stand up, several men in huge white hazmat suits stepped forward, one of them pointing a stun gun at me. I raised my hands in surrender. "God I hope you're the good guys." The closest man smiled a bit. "United States Army. Sir, are you aware of any toxic materials released in the area?" I just pointed over at Maggie. One of the soldiers rolled her onto her back. From beneath her was revealed a broken perfume bottle. From behind me, two more men in hazmat suits walked up and began to spray us with some sort of blue foam. I woke up before my eyes felt like opening. I was in a bed, lying on my side. It felt like my left hand was in a proper cast. Everything smelled faintly of bleach. I forced myself to half-open my eyes. This was what seemed to be a perfectly antiseptically clean white room. Well, perfectly clean aside from my two sweaty friends fucking wildly in the bed next to me. I wanted to be polite and turn away or close my eyes shut, but I challenge any warm blooded man to actually do so when a completely naked Corellia is writhing around five feet away. They were at it doggy style, Corellia actually biting a pillow and bucking back against Vick's hips just as hard as Vick, on is knees, was thrusting into her pussy. Her olive skin was on full incredible display as they both turned on their side, his cock never missing a thrust. Corellia was now facing me, nothing between her full frontal beauty and myself but a few feet of sterile air. She looked at me devilishly; I'm sure she was trying to tell if I was awake or not. I faked sleep and hoped my mostly lidded eyes were closed enough to fool her. Corellia made some sort of gesture to Vick, then splayed her legs open wider, still facing me, and brought her knees toward her chest. I watched as Vick, who could not see me at all, pulled his dick from her pussy then placed the head against her anxious little asshole. It was not going in immediately, but the couple seemed willing to give it more and more pressure and time. It was such an intense, erotic little scene playing before me that my dick could not stay still, and Corellia could not help but notice. She grinned directly at me and sucked her finger in her mouth as the head of Vick's cock finally wiggled its way into the little cave. I heard a curtain behind me open as I tried to stay perfectly still. Then a warm body crawled into bed behind me. Amanda spooned me, her arms wrapping around me and whispered,. "Hey Ryan, you awake?" No use faking it now. "Yeah," I murmured. Corellia gave me a knowing look. Vick's motions were picking up a little pace and depth. . "Well, good morning finally, Ry. Oh god, those two are at it again," Amanda giggled. "They've been nonstop ever since we got...." Amanda then noticed exactly what Vick and Corellia were engaged in. "Oh. God." I rolled onto my back to better see Amanda, and frankly to allow her a better view of our friends. Somehow here in this government decontamination facility, she had managed to acquire fuzzy pajamas with teddy bears on them instead of the papery blue ones I was wearing. Her hair bob was taken down, the dark shiny mane not quite reaching her shoulders. I looked at those big blue eyes. The four of us, and our four beds were more or less the only thinds in the room. "How long have I been out?" "I don't know exactly. For the decontamination thing I know they had to knock us all out for at least a day. I've been up about four hours now." She hesitated, then whispered, "I'm sorry about Maggie, Ryan. I thought..." I stopped her, "I'm not thinking about Maggie at all any more, I promise." Amanda smiled shyly at me. Meanwhile, five feet away Vick and Corellia shifted position again so that she could more easily impale her tight ass onto him from above as she gingerly rubbed her clit with two fingers. Amanda blushed, somehow ignoring the grunting beside us "I hope you don't mind that I crawled in here with you." I laughed. "Heck no I don't mind." I turned on my side to face Amanda now, but was mortified as my erection landed on her knee. "Oh shit, sorry, I...well I hope you don't mind ...you know, that." Amanda brought her face up to mine, so that our lips were rubbing as she replied, "No, I think I might like... you know, that." She grasped my rigid dick in both of her little hands. We kissed lightly. Amanda looked over my shoulder briefly, and whispered, "Oh fuck, I don't think I've ever seen that." I looked over my shoulder to see Corellia sitting on Vick in reverse cowgirl, his cock completely contained inside her ass. Instead of bouncing up and down, Corellia was rotating in a circular motion faster and faster, rubbing his balls with one hand and her pussy with the other. I began to rub Amanda's eraser tip nipples under her pajama top. She rolled me on top of her and we explored each others' tongues. She was wiggling out of her pajama bottoms and I covered us up with a bedsheet. I looked down to get a glimpse of her sparse black pussy hair with a clear streak of wetness running down one pale, petite leg. We both could not help but watch as Vick yelped in surprise and Corellia practically shot off of him, shaking violently as orgasm broke through her. As his cock popped forth from her rear, his spray of cum made great arcs overhead and hit the wall behind them and fell all over the bed and floor nearby. Amanda bit her lip. "I hope you don't mind if we just work up to that." Amanda wrapped both her legs around me and held me close in the missionary position.as I made my first, slow push inside her.