0 comments/ 19385 views/ 5 favorites True Grit By: twist_shimmy I'm not an introspective person by any means, but every once in a while I am forced to step back from a situation and ponder how the hell I got there. Then again, it's not every day I am lying on the floor of a broom closet with my legs in the air, being thoroughly fucked by a coworker while the concert we are supposed to be monitoring roars unchecked on the other side of the wall. A small, rational part of my brain is telling me I am insane. Mostly, though, I'm just glad The Crystal Method likes their bass, because it means no one out there can hear me. The weirdest thing about this entire encounter is that I don't even know the guy's name. He's a temp we called in to work while my normal coworker was off dealing with an emergency. I've only known him for an hour an a half, and yet he has me lying willingly in the dust, streaked with his sweat and saliva. That's charisma at work, that is. Then again, it certainly helps that he has a magnificent cock. When he'd pressed my hand against his pants and I'd gotten my first feel of it, I'd had him out of his clothing almost instantly. He'd gasped as I pushed him against a wall and dropped to my knees to take him into my mouth. I've always enjoyed giving head, and he was an excellent receiver. When I hit an especially sensitive spot he'd thrust into me, grab at my shoulders, or groan. The noises he made were my favorite. Every time he gasped, every time he moaned, I felt myself getting wetter and wetter. Before I knew it, I had my hand down my own pants so I could tease my clit while I wrapped my tongue around him, reveling in how straight and stiff he felt in my mouth, and imagining pleasantly what it would feel like when his cock finally pushed into me. Just thinking about it made me moan as I trailed my tongue down his shaft to get at his balls. This sound had stirred him out of his reverie, and he had looked down at me. "Want a little help with that?" he asked, gesturing pointedly at my busy hand. "I'm not done with you just yet," I replied, but he was pulling me up off the floor already. His fingers were at my fly, deftly unbuttoning and unzipping as his mouth sought mine and his tongue slid between my lips. My khakis and panties were removed in one smooth motion and left unceremoniously around my ankles. As I stepped out of them, he lay back on the floor of the closet. "Swing your ass up this way." He grinned and beckoned at me. Now that's an idea, and a position I hadn't tried out in a while. Usually it makes me feel shy, but I felt oddly liberated knowing this man was a complete stranger. I smiled over my shoulder and kneeled to straddle him, setting one knee on either side of his face. He grabbed my hips and yanked me closer, and his tongue found my clit just as I took his head back into my mouth. A few expert flicks of his tongue, and we were both moaning. I brought one hand around to gently play with his balls as my tongue ran over the length of his cock and did lazy circles about his crown. He responded by freeing one of his own hands and slipping two of his fingers into my snatch. Soon we'd established a solid rhythm, and the music playing on the other side of the wall set our speed. Minutes later, I was on the brink of a massive orgasm. I suppose he could tell, because his tactics changed. His tongue wound its way up my thigh, then darted to my ass. Sliding inward, he began to work at my asshole. I paused, shocked. I felt dirty. I felt dirty, but God it felt good. I groaned loudly, and he tongued at me with renewed force. "Like that?" he muttered. "Y-yes," I admitted, face burning. He flexed his hips at me, bringing his cock against my lips in a silent order to stop talking. I shut my eyes and took him back into my mouth, sucking gently, feeling him slowly slide his fingers out of me. Soon his index finger was circling my asshole along with his tongue. I felt him apply gentle pressure and gasped. "Shhhh," he said, and pushed harder. His finger slid into me slowly and began to wiggle. I groaned and focused on this new sensation until he gave my ass a soft smack with his free hand. "Keep going," he muttered, returning his tongue to my clit and working it in small circles. I tried, I really did, but my brain kept focusing on how fucking good this felt, and I kept losing rhythm. It didn't matter, anyway, because a minute or two later, with his face buried between my legs and his finger in my ass, I came. He only stopped when I collapsed against his legs, eyes closed, and panting. My arms were refusing to hold me up. He sidled out from under me, picked me up, and pulled me against his chest, running his hand over my hair soothingly and nibbling at my ear. "Let me know when you're ready," he murmured. I was. I practically pounced him in my urgency to show him just how ready I was. He pushed me over roughly, pressed my knees up along my sides, and slid into me slowly, teasingly. Then, as Born Too Slow started up on stage, he began to fuck me in earnest. And here we are. I put my hands to his shoulders to steady myself and feel his muscles flexing with every thrust. His eyes are open, and he's watching me react, feeling out what I like best. I feel on display, but I also love it, because I know my reactions are making him hot. He reaches up under my uniform shirt and tweaks my nipple, causing me to arch my back, pressing into him and groaning. "God, I knew you'd be fuckable," he whispers in my ear, and I experience a thrill at these words. I feel like such a slut. I love it. A new song starts up, one I have never heard, and he increases the speed of his thrusts in response. For one wild moment I catch myself thinking that this is one hell of a way to experience unfamiliar music, but then he sinks his teeth into my shoulder, and all higher thought processes cease. I feel warm. I feel fluid. I want to wrap myself around him and make him come so hard he'll never forget the feel of my body on his. My tongue finds his ear as my hand finds his ass. I lick the one and squeeze the other as I give him a little shove. He flips onto his back obligingly, holding onto me by the hips and taking me with him. Once on top, I pull my shirt off over my head. It's too hot in here now, and I want him to see my body. He doesn't mind. He's staring at my breasts, watching my breathing, wishing to God my bra were on the floor. I leave it on for now, bending over him to give him a good view of my cleavage all the same. My tongue runs against his bare chest, licking a damp, salty trail that ends at his nipple. He growls and spanks me again. "Stop teasing me." I grind against him slowly, watching his eyes haze over at the sensation. "Make me." He doesn't move. I catch the beat of the music again and increase my pace to match it, letting my mind combine what I am hearing with what I am feeling into one experience. He's breathing raggedly beneath me, hands on my hips, eyes locked on my face. I lean back to get a better angle and toss my head back happily. To my surprise, he smacks my ass again. "No. Look at me!" I oblige, lowering my eyes to meet his. Now that I know what he wants, I fuck him hard, not breaking eye contact. He brings his hands up to my chest and begins massaging my breasts through my bra, watching the way my face changes with an intent expression. I play it up, knowing it will drive him insane. I bite my lip and toss my hair, staring down at him dreamily, before reaching behind me to unclasp my bra. My hands reach up to his, covering them, feeling with them. He lowers his own and watches me toss my bra aside so I can easily tease my own nipples. "Oh fuck," he hisses, and suddenly he is shoving me over again. I hit the floor with a solid thud, still watching his face. He pounds into me forcefully with the desperation of a man who is about to come, but changes his mind after his eyes flick down to my newly-exposed chest. I tighten against him as he pulls out, feeling an empty feeling of regret as we separate. He straddles me like I had straddled him moments before and thrusts his cock into my cleavage. I take the hint and press my breasts against him obligingly, still staring up into his face. He picks up rhythm again, and I let my breath catch encouragingly as he slides his cock along my skin. I love how dirty it feels to be used like this. His eyes shut, and with a load gasp, he begins to come. The first pulse hits my cleavage dead on, making it nice and slippery. His eyes fly back open and he stares down at me as more of his come hits my chest and neck, leaving me warm and sticky. I smile at him, and he groans and pulls me back up into a sitting position for a violent kiss. Thick trails of his jizz are tickling their way down my stomach as he forces his tongue desperately into my mouth. Composure regained, he pulls back to admire his handiwork. "Nice, but it's missing something," he informs me. "Oh?" He pulls me up on my knees and slides his fingers back against my clit. I gasp. "Want me to make you come again?" "Yes!" I can feel my eyes shutting against my will. "Say please," he murmurs as his fingers slide back inside me. I groan softly, but don't answer. His mouth finds my ear and licks along the lobe before he speaks again. "Say please." "P-please." And that's all he needed. His mouth nibbles at my ears, neck, and lips as his fingers find my g-spot and begin working it expertly. With all the stimulation I was getting earlier, it doesn't take long for him to finish me off. I lose my balance as pleasure seeps into my muscles, distracting them, and fall against his chest, leaving us both panting together, damp and sticky. My mind clears and I catch the first few notes of True Grit coming from the direction of the door. He hears it too, and must recognize the song, because he gives a short laugh. "We should probably get cleaned up and back to work," he says softly in my ear. I nod and stand on shaky feet. There's a paper towel dispenser to our left, and I toss a few at him before beginning to wipe my chest clean. I feel relaxed as I slide back into my clothes, and I can tell by his smug smile that he does, too. We exit the closet together, trusting that everyone will be too focused on the performance to notice us sneaking out. The bass hits me in the stomach as we re-enter the venue proper, making already excited nerves tingle pleasantly. "So what's your name?" he asks with a grin. I smile and keep moving toward the crowd. "Come on, we've got work to do!" By tomorrow he'll be gone, and it won't matter anyway. True Grit Honey, Keep Going CHAPTER 1 Wildlife Service senior field officer Shane Higgs had a problem -- woman problem in the singular. The only women he'd ever liked were his mom and his two sisters. Oh some female relatives. Okay, some female teachers and the first sweet babe who'd finally allowed him to sink into her, making him a man. Now he was assigned to lead Jennifer Flynn on a 10-day high country patrol along the upper foothills of the Southern Alps [South Island, New Zealand] that could turn into a fortnight or more in duration if they were over-run by snow. The rookie was twenty-four, only two months out of training, and had scored the highest marks in training ever for a woman but as far as Shane Higgs, former hunter, deer culler and active tramper, mountaineer and a highly specialized mountain search and rescue volunteer was concerned, high marks counted for little. This babe would crap herself if thrown into the deep end like he'd had done to him repeatedly by his father Harry Higgs. His dad had become a legend before he turned forty and had retired only recently. Shane drove to the department's office in Dunedin where he was to pick up the rookie who'd flown in from Auckland the previous evening. Fucking Aucklanders, he sneered silently, famous for drinking latte and turning out in thousands to watch street parades of gays and creating highway mayhem through having too many vehicles per head of population. Stopping to look down on Dunedin encircled around its harbor reaching a long way in from the sea, he radioed a buddy Steve, the department's local communications officer. "Hi buddy, it's Shane. Has my kitten arrived?" "Yep." "What does she look like -- back end of a bus I suppose?" "N-o-o. Rather pretty." "Great tits?" "Er Shane..." Shane, stretched and watched a blonde in a red sports car scream dumbly at great speed downhill; he didn't take in the slow 'no' and the 'er Shane' implied warning. "Buddy, tell supplies to throw in five packs of infant's milk and a packet of teats, as on the tour I'm expected to be wet-nursing." "Mr Higgs. You are an asshole. Grow up before you arrive to fetch me." Shane almost lifted off his seat in surprise. He heard a door slam loud enough to make windows in the comms room rattle. "Er was that Miss J. Flynn?" "It was buddy. You have some fence mending to do." Shane walked into the office with flowers and a box of chocolates The women at reception pleaded, "Shane, Shane, me." Her assistant wheedled, "Shane I'll give you anything you want." The department's Otago-Southland administrative officer Mrs Sharples glared at Shane but her look was out-classed by the black look he received from the blonde. Oh fuck, not an Auckland blonde rookie who wouldn't know her ass from her mouth but she also hated him. They'd not survive their first crisis. "Good morning ladies -- here are chocolates for you Mrs Sharples because it's a couple of weeks since I've had the pleasure of seeing you in person and here Miss Flynn and welcome to the South Island." "Shane have you crashed your vehicle?" "No Mrs Sharples." "Then why have you given me chocolates?" "Diplomacy Mrs Sharples because I had been rather reckless in my speech about Miss Flynn but when seeing you with her I decided to pass the chocolates to you to avoid you thinking I favored Miss Flynn over you." "That sounds like so much crap that I'm inclined to believe it. Into my office young man, you too Jennifer." Mrs Sharples motioned to Jennifer to sit and as Shane went to sit Mrs Sharples yelled, "You keep standing Higgs, you're on the mat. I monitor incoming radio messages to keep myself informed and heard the disgusting things you said about Jennifer. I've urged her to lay a complaint against you but she's refused." "Huh?" Shane said, turning to look at Jennifer. "Look at me when I'm talking to you Higgs. I have accepted Jennifer's decision but you are on very thin ice. So I have decided to assign Jennifer elsewhere and give you Bill Hamilton as your back up. Unfortunately you are the only fully competent person with huge survival instinct to patrol the high country going into winter otherwise I'd have you working with this building's janitor." "Mrs Sharples?" "Yes Jennifer." "I have no wish to be replaced. According to our tutors, high country patrolling is the last frontier where women remain excluded. I've been selected to make that final breakthrough and by hell or high water I'm going to make a success of my patrol. You can't deny me Mrs Sharples; you can't deny this achievement for women. I can handle the asshole, I promise Mrs Sharples." "Please watch your language Jennifer, I'm sorry but..." "If you break Jennifer's assignment I'm not available. I...er...think I have influenza coming on." "Shane Higgs, how dare you!" "Sally, you didn't become the first woman to ski Chasm Drop by being a pussycat so don't pussycat on Jennifer." "Sit down Shane," Mrs Sharples said, bowing her head in her hands. Shane flashed a grin at Jennifer to be met by a very frosty look. He leaned over and said, "Loosen up and smile at her confidently otherwise you're dead in the water." "Thank you," she whispered, no animosity in the voice. * * * As they drove to the helicopter based at the airport Jennifer asked, "Why don't you like me?" "Because you're young attempting to do a tough man's work, you're blonde and come from Auckland. Is that enough?" "No, not nearly enough." "Because you are also pretty and have great.er...breasts and probably great legs." "I wasn't aware they were qualifications for this assignment." "Jennifer, please believe me. When we are up in the High Country your sexuality will begin to drive me nuts within forty-eight hours." "I have a boning knife in my pack. Perhaps I could slice away your problem. For fuck sake, there's a pedestrian on the crossing!" The SUV under quite heavy braking stopped smoothly and Shane showed a full set of teeth at the old lady with a walking stick and she smiled back. "God, how can you be so calm. You almost pulverized her?" "Thanks for the warning dear Jennifer. Could you control your bad language just a tad. I'm a very sensitive person." At that Jennifer appeared to slip into a coma for the next five minutes until, "I cannot believe this, I cannot believe this. The training course failed to cover the insanity, aggressiveness and the out-of-control behavior of senior field officers, one in particular." "Don't worry love, I'll come through for you and you'll be in my sleeping bag with me by tomorrow night." "Over my dead body." "Oooh, promises." At the helicopter base they had a fifteen-minute wait. Shane took Jennifer's hand. She attempted to jerk it away, yelling, "Don't touch me you freak." The helicopter base female operations manager said, "Love, I'd enjoy the touch and you should invite him to touch you all over. Shane is not gay but he rarely touches women." "Oh God." Shane said quietly, "Did the course put you on choppers?" "Yes twice." "On flat terrain?" "Yes, what's wrong with that? There were some gullies." "Well darling allow we to paint a picture to hopefully help you to cope with terror. Once we fly over pastoral and cropping land of great interest to you and some lakes and you excitedly become up close and personal with snow-capped mountains we will drop and skin over brown hilltops that appear alarmingly close and at times we'll appear to almost slam into rock faces. I'm telling you this to avoid you screaming insanely and crapping your cute panties. Right?' "Oh God, right." "You may hold on to me and ask me to massage your tits if you become terrorized." Although somewhat dazed, Jennifer managed, "I'll not need that thank you." During the flight Jennifer though it had unfolded just like Shane had described it. She'd remain staunch and knew there was nothing to be afraid about. Through her headphones she heard the women pilot say cheerfully, "Okay, here we go through the slit to land outside Mason's hut." "Ohmigod," Jennifer shrieked, clutching at Shane. He immediately began massaging her breasts and that didn't help at all. She saw they were approaching the gap. It was too narrow. They were going to crash. Shane kissed her and she closed her eyes and kissed him back, thinking with a hint of relief both he and the pilot were calm so crashing wasn't on their agendas. So she opened her eyes, looking out at one side and then the other and could see cracks and lichen on the rock faces on either side. Oh fuck. "Ten seconds and we're there," the swine said, taking a real handful of breast because he'd groped inside her thermal jacket. She didn't care. All she wanted was to live. She heard the pitch of the motor change and their forward motion slow and suddenly when she opened her eyes she saw they were landing and after a gentle rock the frenzy of the motor throttled back. "You saved my life," Jennifer said dramatically to Shane. As he concentrated to ensure they didn't clash sunglasses and noses as he moved in, she snapped, "Grope me again and I have your balls for a necklace." The crackling Jennifer heard in the headset was the forty-something pilot laughing. "He's rarely seen in the company of women Jennifer. Shane loves his hinds. We reckon half the fawns we see up here are Shane look-alikes." Jennifer thought that was very disgusting. The three of them unloaded the cargo including 10-gallon cans of fuel oil. Jennifer and Shane waved goodbye to Miriam as she lifted off to return through the gap. "Why go via that dangerous gap? It's open out here." Shane said the hut had been sited there more than seventy years ago because it was located for the convenience of people making the transverse. "See that ridge 200ft above us and below us that other ridge?" "Yes, but so what?" "When it's fine and no wind. no problem. Choppers can fly straight in. But at other times the up draughts and downdraughts can fling choppers around like toys. After one fatal crash the problem was worked out and because the winds are unpredictable the agreed approach procedure is to fly the gap every time. There's actually more clearance that it looks." Jennifer didn't believe him but when watching Miriam fly through she saw there was perhaps 12-foot clearance on either side but still rather scary. They stored the fuel in the adjacent bunker, far enough away so if there was a fire the hut should remain unaffected. The interior of the hut was utilitarian. Shane reading her said, "It's a quarter of a star grade most times but arrive amid a snow storm and it jumps to five-star accommodation." "Only mugs would be out in a snow storm up here." "Mugs and circumstances." Jennifer didn't ask him what he meant. "What's the barrel?" Shane grinned lewdly. "A hot tub, heated by the cabin heating system. In three hours we can jump in and it will be bearable." "We?" "Yes, I saved your life didn't I?" "Are you out to fuck me?" "Jennifer darling, don't be so gross. Let's play around a bit and if your mood is not right we can try again next time. The tub is a squeeze for two people so keep your panties on if you don't want me to pop into you, um, accidentally." "I see." "I bet you do. Steaks in that bag with pre-cooked fries. Get cooking." Jennifer eyed him, waiting for a please or waiting to be asked did she wish to cook dinner. There was no such exchange so she went over and opened the steak pack and looked beside it. Shane had removed his rifle from the pack. "My God, that's not a light rifle." "No, if poachers shoot at us I want fire power." "To kill them?" "No, to disable them and their helicopter." "Ohmigod. No mention was made of this at training school or during my briefing when given this assignment?" "No. That's because this is my private war. I don't want poachers slaughtering my deer, taking out the best cuts and flying them out to the middleman who supplies rich people, classy restaurants, tourism hideouts favored by Europeans and no doubt the kitchens at Parliament." "No!" "I wouldn't bet that it doesn't happen." Picking up his rifle Shane said casually, "I'll lock one of the other two away. Do you want the .22 or the .308, remembering the lighter the gun the lighter your overall load?" "The .308." They ate and prepared their packs for the morning. The four huts Shane planned to use on this patrol were not more than six hours apart under fair tramping conditions. They studied the maps, and being very close to each other Shane turned and breathed into her hair and said she smelt like a woman should. "We return here tomorrow afternoon after checking out the highest points here and go to McClay's Hut next day." "Good." "Want to sleep together tonight?" "I suppose so." "Let's strip off and bathe." "Don't you want to undress me?" "Nah. Wait till we're in the city and you're dolled up." Shane stripped off first and rubbed his dick for full erection, watched by his partner. "Your size?" Jennifer said at little shyly, "I'd think so." She removed her bra and he said nice tits. Although embarrassed she looked at him under lowered lids. "You've obviously been fucked before." "Gawd, what a conversation. Yes I have as a matter of fact and most of the guys were lovely to me, gentleman. He turned away grinning and climbed into the tub. "Not too bad. Hey you removed your panties." "If appears I'm going to get a dick in me whether I like it or not." "Whoa girl -- you stay out until I'm finished and sleep in your own bed. No way am I after your pussy uninvited." "You are invited. Let me in with you." "Are you sure?" "Absolutely. You make yourself rather difficult to deal with you know." Shane smiled and said he'd been told that many times. "You have a great body." "Thank you and I can honestly say you look mighty fine yourself. How old are you?" "Thirty next month." "Well, you'd better hurry." "About what?" "We were told about you and your illustrious father at training school. The head tutor said like your father, fame would come to you because you both were prepared to take risk and had the knack at being where the action takes place. You are already personally credited with saving eight lives on the southern faces of the Southern Alps." "Well, you know the lies the media publish." Shane scratched his head and held out a hand to help Jennifer into the hot tub -- a rather cool tub actually. "It's not bullshit. Walter Gribb read out all eight citations." "Oh, Walter the deskbound fat butt. He flew me on four of those rescues. I trusted Walter with my life and he didn't let me down. One of the best non-Air Force trained chopper pilots in the country but his eyes began to fail him poor sod." "He's so proud of you, the best graduate to ever pass out of training school in its 90-year-history." "That's enough of that crap. By the way, I noticed you finished only 17 marks behind me, streets higher marked than any other woman to go through the course. You are a national treasure." "Now who's talking crap? When are you going to fuck me?" "Language lady, please. Now let's have some kissing and groping. It's so tight in here you'll have to sit on my lap." "Oh God, not that. I've never had a successful lap...er...bang." "Well tonight's the night honey. Prepare for the lap bang of your life." Just when Shane had Jennifer's nipples up so hard and swollen and they appeared ready to pop off her breasts, Shane's hands began to slow and when she went to tongue him again he pulled away. "What's wrong?" "This is not right." "What!" she screeched, and feeling for his cock found it at full attention. "I'm getting out." "No!" but Jennifer was ignored and almost bruised as he squeezed past her to clamber out. "What is it, have you secretly married?" "If we go ahead I'll be violating the spirit embodied in the department's code of behavior." Jennifer groaned she could believe what she was hearing. "I never have been told I can't fuck my boss. Were you ever told you must never fuck a female rookie?" "No." "Well, what then?" "I got thinking our department is bound by the Government's equal opportunity legislation to eliminate sexual discrimination and other discriminatory behavior in the workplace and also with this Government we have a PC regime. I would be letting the side down while on duty." "So we can't fuck until we arrive back at base and sign off?" "Correct." "Well buddy, hear this and hear it well. You've blown your chance with this babe." "I accept your decision." "Fuck you stuffy-ass Shane Higgs, paper hero." Shane stood like a statue, looking at her. Jennifer turned away from him and leaned over the edge of the tub, shoulders shaking, wiping at her eyes. The room had become very quiet. Shane scrawled into his sleeping bag and when saying goodnight was not answered. He watched Jennifer come beside him nude and drag her sleeping bag to the far wall. After she turned out the lamp he heard muttering of the foulest language he'd even heard from a female. This was not good for team morale. * * * Next morning they exchanged a hello and after that communication was minimal. Shane-the-Innocent knew what this was about. Although he'd acted almost heroically in the face of huge temptation, his action had been far from appreciated by someone willing to put lust ahead of duty and principle. As they tramped on for an hour, a heavy atmosphere imbued with ghostly screaming, gnashing, flogging and blood-letting seemed to shroud him in the way only women can apply as unspoken punishment of a male. Usually sure-footed Shane stumble for the second time and that was it. He turned to his follower and roared, "Remove your heavy pants." "Why?" "Because I'm going to tan your ass you petty little gir...person." At that, Jennifer's face hardened. She pulled her rifle off her shoulder and clicked off the safety catch. "Advance one step towards me and I'll put a bullet through that dick you don't appear to love." When Shane managed to pull his bottom jaw off his chest he said, "How dare you point a rifle at me in a threatening manner." "It's only been pointing to the ground, asshole." He turned, accepting that statement was correct, and marched off, grinning. Asshole eh? Inside the hour the cloud over him lifted and seconds later Jennifer was kissing him. Shane had stopped abruptly and held up his hand for silence. Jennifer came up and looked where he was pointing to a young stag atop a large rock. "Oh, he's so magnificent," Jennifer breathed. Shane turned to study her appreciation and she kissed him. They exchanged grins -- bad game over -- and looked at the stag and saw it topple. The heavy boom of a rifle rang out. "Poachers." Shane said grimly. "I didn't expect to come across them this low down but it's snowing higher up." "And here, Jennifer said, feeling a invisible tiny wet kiss on her cheek. They looked up and saw the dome shape of a snow cloud moving over the mountain top. Shane took Jennifer by the shoulders. "Listen honey, please do what I say. I'm off to disable their chopper. There could be as many as five of them. When they find their chopper disabled they'll suspect I will have called the police. You stay behind the outcrop over there and I'll come back to you and we'll return to the hut and remove all food and water. No need to feed them. They are bound to know about this hut, as it's the closest one to where they are. If they are really bad guys they could decide to find us to bump us off, eliminating witnesses." "I'd thought about that." "So you're not afraid?" "Not when I'm on the ground." True Grit Honey, Keep Going "Good, but do as I say, your life may depend on it. Remember they'll have hunting rifles with scopes. If you move they'll see you unless we stay well ahead of them and when they are near we'll have to move in darkness but we have only tonight. It will snow and they'll have tracks to follow." "We can't shoot to kill, can we?" "Not unless they are shooting at you Jennifer, right at you I mean. I've had another thought. I want you to go back to the hut and return with that bullhorn and hole up behind this outcrop. Forget about removing the supplies. But don't begin your return until you see the smoke plume which will capture their attention and turn them back." "What smoke plume?" Shane grinned. "If I find cut up carcasses and boxes of choice cuts around the chopper I'll be setting the chopper alight with my cooking fuel canisters from my back-pack. You may even hear an explosion if the gas tank goes up." "Oh God. Take care. May I kiss you?" "Yeah but hurry, you have some quick walking to do and fifteen minutes on the return you'll have to leave the track, as they will be coming towards you. Go the high side and remove that yellow head warmer -- it could be spotted miles away. Your hair should keep you warm enough and light fear will toast you a little. Take a compass reading when you leave the track and head directly east-southeast. The outcrop is so big you won't miss it." "You look after yourself hero." "That's bullshit." "You are taking an unnecessary risk to put an end to these poachers." "So are you. Now fuck off and take great care." Their final kiss was very brief but they parted, staring at each other. CHAPTER 2 Shane checked out the McDonnell Douglas 500E and noted it was in 3+2 configuration which meant there could be five people on the ground including the pilot who was nowhere in sight. He circled and came in on the opposite side from where the stag was shot. There were boxes of venison cuts strapped on one of the seats, so that meant no more than four persons were involved. The venison cuts confirmed this was not an authorized party of trophy shooters. Shane sat in the pilot's seat, changed radio channels and made immediate contact with Steve the communications officer back at base. He reported his finding and knew the message would be automatically recorded. At the end Mrs Sharples came on air and told him not to do anything silly, to leave it to the police. "Snow's on its way." "Doesn't matter. Do something stupid and that young women becomes in danger." "We are the hunters hunting the hunters Sally." "Shane, don't you dare..." Shane switched off that channel. Outside he opened access to the engine and with difficulty cut a fuel line. He lit a rag soaked in the cooking oil from the small containers from his pack, placing an end of the rag in each cans. He could smell aviation fuel but saw none leaking. Dam, there must be a safety valve. However fumes were fumes; something might blow. He closed the access panel properly, hoping any ignition would make a destructive blast so that the only way off for the craft was by a heavy-lift chopper. He look off up the slope to keep out of sight of the hunters who'd almost certainly come running along the track from carving up the stag when heading the big bang, if there was one. Boom! The hillside rang with the explosion. He looked back and swore. The smoke plume had not eventuated. He saw flames, and then they seemed to die out. Damn. Shane felt like kicking himself for telling Jennifer to react to a plume of smoke. He felt like hitting his head with the rifle butt and then grinned. The explosion had been twenty times louder than a rifle shot. His darling had brains! She'd hear that and know their counter-action was underway and she had a job to do. When up at the altitude he planned to walk along, Shane stopped and waited, not bothering to conceal himself. From down below, now with light snow falling, he'd look like any other rock around him. Jennifer needed to get off the track soon because the temperature was falling quickly and the snow soon wouldn't melt on landing and her footprints would show. When the villains reached the disabled chopper they'd think it was an internal fault that had caused the explosion. Oh no, fuck. He'd left the pilot's entry door open. Curses! An alert pilot would suspect tampering. Finally he saw four people -- two running and two shuffling carrying boxes of venison. Looking though the scope he saw the woman pointing to the open door and the guy with her lift up his rifle and looked about wildly. The woman pilot then emerged from the chopper with wiring leads in her hand. Oh yeah, he'd forgotten he'd pulled out that wiring, virtually an automatic reaction. He had her mobile radio in his pocket. The guy and the pilot were now both looking around wildly. Now they knew he was around he may as well put the shits up them. Waiting until they were looking down the hillside, so there was no chance of them seeing the flash of rifle fire, Shane put a bullet through the windscreen of the chopper. The other two guys had dropped their boxes and were running to the chopper. Each of them fired off two or three shots at nothing, one vaguely in Shane's direction. He moved off slowly, bent over, hoping to avoid detection. He succeeded. For forty-five minutes he negotiated debris, loping whenever he could, knowing the grounded party would make good time along the track once they'd considered their options. Shane slid in alongside Jennifer, scaring the crap out of her. "I could have killed you," she said, furiously beating his chest with her fists. "Not without this in your hands," Shane said, picking up her rifle resting against a rock. They embraced hugely and with one eye open her saw what he'd hoped to see, the bullhorn. This babe deserved to be fucked. But there was work to do. He untangled and said, "Now listen. I'm going down to that lower outcrop to aim the bullhorn at this outcrop so the voice ought to sound as if it were coming from up here, behind them and in front of them. But this being the biggest outcrop they are bound to shoot up this way so keep you head and that cute ass down." "Cute ass?" "Well, not in mountain gear but I've had my hands around it last night. After a shooting spree they'll go on because the hut is their objective -- to get warm, to eat and feel safe." "How can they eat? I disobeyed changed orders and removed all the food and drink. I even drained the hot tub." "Oh you beautiful lady," Shane said. "I removed every sign of my occupancy to leave them with the impression there is only one of us." Shane's jaw was on his chest gain. "Incredible thinking. That could give us an edge with them thinking that I'm operating alone." Jennifer grinned proudly and then whimpered because suddenly he'd disappeared. She looked around the enormous rock and saw him sliding down fast, on his ass, and then saw why. Four people were coming along the path, all armed and peering from side to side. A voice boomed out, "This is Wildlife Service senior field officer Shane Higgs speaking. You poachers are under arrest. Lay down your weapons and march to the hut, hands on heads." The answer was gunfire, four to six rounds from each rifle. Then silence. "Impede us Higgs and we'll kill you," shouted a guy. Jennifer was already well behind the rock because a bullet had hit high above her head, sending grit on to her. She took a badly needed pee. "You plan worked," she said, when Higgs put down his hands after being greeted by her gun barrel. "I saw them firing in all directions." Jennifer didn't tell him about being lightly showered with grit, having no wish to be cuffed around the ear for not following orders -- again. As they unpacked their bedrolls they looked at each other. "Well, let's zip the bags into one. Technically I don't think a sixty-nine is fucking," Shane said thoughtfully. Jennifer adopted a considered pose, finger on the chin of her tilted head. "You know, I think you are absolutely correct. Jennifer ran her lips along Shane's meat, thinking he could have washed. God, what would he be licking? She hurriedly squeezed his balls and deep-throated him to get his mind off her stale sweat and other odors. She rather liked performing fellatio and looking up at the guy's expectant and sometimes almost agonizing expression as he approached release. But in this case it was too gloomy to see subtle changes in expression and snow was slowly building up over and around them. She grabbed a breast and squeezed, thinking erotic thoughts and delivered him a tasty treat of what was to come. Later as he thickened in her mouth she picked up the pace and smiled, hearing the grunts from Shane. Shane felt her working him like a woman with forty year's experienced. It was excruciating, mind-blowing, delicate, and erotic and as she picked up pace he blew, and had his face drenched. He wriggled to come up facing her, her liquids dripping off his face. "Yikes, get away your disgusting man," she yelled but then pressed against him hard and kissed him, pushing some of his jizz in her mouth into his. They lay back, still breathing heavily. She said they were in a mess; they should have behaved themselves and stayed a little cleaner. "I wouldn't have missed that for the world," he said. "Oh Shane," she gasped, "You darling man." Then she kissed him even harder than before, grinding more of their juices into their skin. "Um, is taking it up the alternative passage considered to be outside you code of conduct?" "Certainly not." "Oh, that's a relief," Jennifer said. They slept until 4:00 am when Shane's watch alarm went off. \ Jennifer yawned, and jokingly said, "What now -- super hero stuff?" Her face fell when Shane mumbled, "If you want to call it that." "I want these bastards brought off the mountain to face justice. Guys backing them will fly in to check out the scene before reporting them missing. They could get them off the mountain before the cops arrive, taking incriminating evidence with them." "We've gotta stop that happening." "Good one honey. Let's go and set fire to the cabin." "What!" "I want them out in the cold, hungry and chasing us to kill us." "Oh, I see. And only they live to tell lies after dumping the venison." "They chase us into McClay's canyon. I duck out of sight and you run ahead. The snow's not all that heavy so there might not be snow within the canyon. We trap them there until our guys and the cops arrived. You being more athletic than me will run ahead until you can find a place where it's impossible for them to outflank you and you then shoot at them very closely and they'll stop to take cover and to think how to blow you away." "Oh God." "But I take out the guy they left behind to keep me pinned down and I move it and we have the shoot out. Don't kill them, aim for the legs, the thighs because they give you more bulk to aim at, but aim center because they will have padded pants." "And the woman?" "If she fires at you, shoot the bitch but don't kill her." "Very well Shane." "Are you scared?" She replied no, but not very convincingly. "I want you to be scared," Shane growled at her loudly. "Scared people keep their eye on the ball." "I'm scared," Jennifer said, tears flowing, but she received no hug. "Move you ass. We're off." Shane took a can of fuel oil from the bunker and swished it all over the sides of the cabin but not quite up to the doorway. He then repeated the splashing with another can to give the walls a good soaking. He then spilled fuel until Jennifer confirmed she could easily lift the can. She then sat on Shane's shoulders pouring fuel oil on the edge of the tarred roofing material as he walked around. She managed to slop some farther up the steep pitched roof. Using the lining he'd ripped from his sleeping bag Shane dipped torn strips in fuel oil and soon had a good fire going. "Okay, turn on your torch on and off we go back along the track. Make footprints for them to follow." Stopping one-fifty yards away Shane put a booming shot through the only window on the burning side facing them. "Don't want them to sleep through a fire and be blamed for their deaths." They heard shouting. "Come on baby, following me at a run. I know this track like the back of my hand." They were off at a lope and now shots were fired in their direction in the darkness. When they paused for breath Jennifer said, "How do you know they will come after us?" "If not to kill us at least one of them will know there are emergency food rations in McClay's hut and a radio." At the entrance to the canyon Shane gave Jennifer some bad news. "I had the pilot's mobile radio in my pocket late yesterday but it dropped out of my pocket on my way back to you. I felt it go but couldn't find it. Perhaps we could have gotten the cops here earlier if I'd held on to it." "It doesn't matter. Let's take the assholes prisoners." They exchanged a big hug and kisses when Shane stopped and told her to go on about four hundred yards where big boulders had come down in a rock fall. "That happened about two years ago so the ground above will be stable now. Hopefully?" "Hopefully." "Just trust me baby. Now chin up, act professionally and stick it to them baby." Jennifer ran off without another word. Less than an hour later Shane heard the poachers coming and someone say, "Look out for an ambush." "He won't kill us will he?" "No. Judging by the other feet he has teenager like you with him. They'll have some fancy plan of trying to capture us." Shane thought, so, they'd probably he stopped off to look at their chopper and looted the emergency rations box. Low visibility was improving every few minutes, with the mist lifting. Shane watched until they went by and the last one in the line was a hundred yards away. He shot between her feet and she shrieked, and fired off three shots at the side opposite him before joining the others to duck for cover. "He shot between my feet." The deep-voice guy Shane picked to be the leader said, "Silly bitch. He was aiming for your asshole but missed. Did you get him?" The big guy worried Shane because he moved like a mountain man and carried his rifle unlike an amateur. Shane calculated where the deep voice was coming from and pressed off a shot and smiled when he heard the deep voice say, "Jesus!" They began whispering. Shane couldn't hear them. The woman began running and Shane aimed at the butt of her rifle to knock it from her hands but missed. She just screamed and kept running. Then the other three were running. Shane let them go. He followed, ducking behind rocks every time someone looked back. He heard Jennifer yell, "Stop. I'm with the Wildlife Service. All you guys are under arrest." The three guys ducked for cover but the pilot kept on running. She dropped screaming, clutching her shattered thigh and then the screaming stopped. Jennifer screamed, "I've kill her." "Probably not, Shane yelled, and cursed. Two shots thudded into the rocks were Jennifer was holed up. Then he smacked his head and said moron. He yelled, "Honey, your personal radio." The radios where designed for short-range communication on a tramp or on fieldwork in mountain mist. A mean looking guy about twenty came running toward Shane and was unarmed. Shane slammed his rifle stock into the kid's ribs; he didn't want him running off and getting lost or missing out on being arrested. Jennifer obviously had her personal radio out of her back pack. "Shane, Shane...come in." "Hi honey. Keep cool. We are down to the two villains. I've just taken the young fellow out, probably cracking a couple of ribs." "Darling, I'm losing it. I sneaked a couple of looks. They are closing in on me, taking me to be the weakest link. I'm scared." "Oh use your true grit honey, keep going. You're doing fine. Weakest link eh? Well these guys are gonna get a surprise. Keep your head down. Do you know my position?" "Yeah, I saw you hole up." "Well keep on air. Keep down. I'll watch them close in on you. Think of my position as being at twelve on the clock. So eleven and ten and down the clock-face are on your left. Got it?' "Yes." Shane heard her sniff. "Honey, you don't want them turning back and shoot me do you?" "No. Sniff." "If I say 9:00 for position on the clock-face I want you to stand but keep as low as you can and pump off two rapid shots. Just do what I say. Trust me." "All right I see them both creeping forward but they disappear before I can get a good shot away." "Just do it my way honey." "I trust you. I'll do it your way. I'm really scared Shane." "That's great, really great. It means you're up to speed. True grit honey; keep going. You're the best. So when I give you a position, lift just high enough to get your rifle over the rock -- two quick shots and down." Trust him? Shane thought. What a stupid bitch. He had two guys on opposite side of the canyon to watch almost simultaneously and intended her to show herself and get shot at, maybe. There was still no sound of helicopters but any minute now. Alas Jennifer might not have a minute left. With incredible luck both guys shifted forward almost simultaneously. The guy opposite Shane's side had took cover first so would look up first. Before the guy moved to lift his head Shane called into his radio, "Honey 10 o'clock go!" He saw Jennifer's head suddenly pop up and fire two shots and that guy on his right yelp "Jesus'. He saw the big guy in front of him lift and see Jennifer. Shane put a bullet through that guy's shoulder just as he leaned over to take aim, the gun flying from the guy and he screamed with pain. The skinny guy on the other side squeaked, "I surrender" and held his arms high. Shane heard the rifle rattled to the ground. Shane spoke into his radio. "Are you okay?" "Yep, that was close. I figured you'd try doing that." "You've got balls lady. Take your rifle but leave your gear where it as the cops will want to make a scene investigation. Go talk to our prisoner but keep clear. Shoot him anywhere if he tries to disarm you. Four paces away from him should be safe distance. I think he's crapping himself." The big guy had fallen unconscious in pain. Shane grinned at the mess he'd made of the guy's shoulder. There were plenty of blood but not pumping though the clothing to indicate a big artery was severed. There was nothing he could do. He hoped the police would have medics with them. To Shane's astonishment he found a mobile radio in the big buy's pack. He changed channels and called Steve. Steve said one chopper was at the burnt-out hut looking for bodies and the other was at the disabled chopper. An unidentified chopper had approached but veered off. "Tell them to land at the McClay's Hut and walk into the canyon about 200 yards. The baddies are either decapitated, er I mean incapacitated or under arrest." Mrs Sharples butted in. "I hope my young lady is safe." "She's grown up today Sally. I ordered her to pop up and then nailed the bastard attempting to shoot her." "Oh Christ Shane..." "Off the air Sally, Steve has work to do for me." CHAPTER 4 The poachers were flown out first and as the chopper carrying the cuddling Shane and Jennifer approached Christchurch the pilot came under air traffic control and was instructed to land in front of the main terminal where the two heroes would be taken directly to a news media conference to be broadcast live throughout the country. "Oh God," Jennifer said, taking out comb, brush and lipstick. Shane pushed the items back into her bag. "Baby, Wildlife Service and behind it the Government will be hoping for a major performance from us. I want you going into that media conference looking wild and dangerous and being screaming mad about the foul jerks who poach our nation's semi-protected wildlife. Even say you hope these guys will swing. Everyone knows we don't have capital punishment in this country but your message to the courts will be clear and people will love you for it." True Grit Honey, Keep Going "Love me? You're the hero, a fucking dangerous hero." "No, no. Please understand darling. I don't need a reputation. But I want you to speak on behalf of women wishing to climb into the more dangerous....no, no, don't use that word, the female politicians will go hysterical. Er, say the more demanding roles at the top of wildlife protection service." Shane watched proudly as Jennifer did her stuff. Saying how she cried when she saw the brutally mutilated carcasses left behind by the poachers after cutting off best cuts. Shane knew that was a lie -- Jennifer had seen no such thing but it was what she would have seen had she seen it. Er, well, he knew what he meant. She had the three top buttons of her standard issue shirt unbuttoned (against regulations) and showing great breast swell and looked as she'd psychically been put through a wringer. But her eyes shone and she spoke with conviction. The department chiefs would be beside themselves in delight. And then the stupid bitch had to spoil it. She turned and said, "And know you media guys, let's hear from the real hero who instructed me throughout, fired me up by reminding me to use my true grit and I'm telling you I really had to dig for that. Please welcome the legendary mountain man Mr Shane Higgs!" Shane knew he'd no option but to step forth. No sweat, he'd fudge what happened and the spotlight would stay on her. "Shane," said the stupid bitch. "Tell how you dug us out of two feet of snow (crap, it was two inches) and figured out we'd burn down the hut and scurry off leading those scoundrels with their huge firepower after us so we could trap them in the canyon. Shane found it difficult to lie and told the media how it was. The stupid bitch, acting like some kind of presenter, then took him through the tactics in the canyon and how he gave her permission to shoot the gun-toting woman pilot through the leg. At last it seemed all over, with the arrival of the cops being described. But then Jennifer said, almost drooling, "Oh we missed out a bit everyone, something big time. Tell the media how you set me up as a shooting gallery and told me with all the sincerity you could muster that I had to trust you?" Shane told it how it was, prepared to take flak from the media and department chiefs. Women in the media team booed him as he finished. A prominent female asked, "Tell me you callous bastard. Why did you risk Jennifer's life?" "That guy had a high-powered rifle, glided when he moved and did all the right things. At no time had he allowed me to get a clear shot at him. So I figured he was a professional hunter with the firepower and expertise to outmaneuver us both and get Jennifer and then come back for me. So I knew our only chance was for me to out-think him. If there was another way it didn't come to me. I'd do it again if it meant saving Jennifer's life." There was silence and then the female who'd asked the question said, "A staggering answer Shane. You're going to become a legend down this part of this country just as your father Harry Higgs is." Everyone clapped and Jennifer rushed Shane to hug him. * * * Jennifer wanted to take her man back to the hotel when she still had chits for another seven night's accommodation, during which time she was expected to find her own place to live. "Nah, dress up and I met you at the Arena Restaurant at 8:00 for dinner." Just before leaving for the restaurant Shane received a comforting call from the night communications officer. He' just called Mrs Sharples to inform her the police were satisfied the two field officers had acted in self-defense based on the statements of three of the four arrested poachers and collaborating evidence gathered at the scene and the statements of Jennifer and Shane. "Thanks Guy, that's great news. Shane and Jennifer were dismayed when they entered the restaurant. Word swept around the tables and everyone clapped and then four people made speeches in praise of Shane and Jennifer's dedication to duty. The proprietor who'd watched the lead story on TV news at 6:00 also recognized them and took them to his table and then arrived back with a complimentary bottle of champagne. Several people sent glasses of wine to their table and Jennifer was terrified that Shane would get drunk. She wasn't to know his capacity for alcohol was almost legendary. He had no trouble keeping it up when they arrived back at Jennifer's room that night. Shane undressed her slowly, saying sweet things, just as she had hoped for and until she was red in the face, panting and thrusting against him. "Fuck me," she croaked. "I'm over cooked." Shane sucked at her pussy while she played with one breast and was pushing the back of his head as if she wanted him right up her. She lay panting and whimpering while he stood to tear off his clothes and at last she was shafted and cooing, "Oh my wonderful man...Oh my wonderful man" and then, "Now could you kindly pick up the pace?" A quick cowgirl followed and then it was all over, she smiling and truly creamed. Jennifer fell asleep and Shane went home. * * * Jennifer and Shane received calls next morning to report at 9:30 in Mrs Sharples office. They met outside the building and Jennifer was rather icy. "You ran out on me last night." "I didn't. You fell asleep and I wasn't invited to stay. As simple as that." "That lies. No way would I let you go that easy. I would have...oh fuck. I didn't invite you to stay, did I? "Nah, but it's okay. You've been under stress. Wonder what Mrs Dracula wants us for? Perhaps to give us a month's vacation?" Expecting less, Jennifer said, "Or a special morning tea at which all staff will congratulate us?" The receptionists greeted them rather offhand and said to go straight in to Mrs Sharples' office. Mrs Sharples met them at the door and hissed, "You two are a disgrace to the department." Huh? Shane whispered to Jennifer, "I think she missed out on something before leaving bed this morning. "Jennifer and Shane, this is the director of our department from Wellington, Mr Mace." "Good morning Mr Mace," Jennifer cooed. "Hi Big Boss." Mr Mace said, "Sit down you two." Twenty-minutes later the pair were in a coffee shop. Jennifer looked ready to chew concrete instead of a biscuit. "I can't believe it. We have been fired, to take a month's leave on full pay and then fini. What total pricks they are and fancy that guy Mace saying there was no place in the department for boy and girl Rambo's. What an asshole. Shane -- are you listening?" "Yeah, I heard you whining. I was trying to work out a future for us together. My first thought was to find a corruptible chopper pilot and you and I enter the deer poaching business to fill the vacuum we've just created, but then I thought that was in conflict with my wildlife values." "Thank goodness for that. Shane I can't believe the thought entered your head." "Instead I've decided to hire an employment disputes attorney and fight for our reinstatement. We'll go to the 'Otago Daily Times' and ask for them to set up a fighting fun for us with a $10,000 donation." "Shane, that's the second most sensible think you've ever said to me. You are brilliant my man and if the editor of the OTD won't back us then I'll get the money off my parents -- they have heaps and will back us providing we commit to stay together." "Oh yes baby, you and I are going to live together. That nookie I had last night was top shelf and you have become one of the few women I really like as a person. What was the most sensible thing I've ever said to you: let's fuck?" "No darling. It was stand up and be a shooting gallery while you try to nail the boss man." Shane's phone went. He looked for the caller's name and saw it was Sally Sharples. "Shane here Sal." "Yes, I will listen." "Oh really." "Yes, that's okay. "At 2:00 this afternoon?" "Yeah, all right." "No Sal, don't cry. You've been a great boss and we love you." Shane snapped his phone shut looking slightly dazed. "I don't love that bitch, "Jennifer snarled. "Right, this is what was said. The department has had a radical rethink about us as a result of a call from the Prime Minister's office. Our leave has been cancelled and we are reinstated. We are being transferred to Wellington where I will be appointed director of field operations with responsibility for inspection of teams in the field and making suggestions about lifting performance. You are being appointed to the training school to lead teams of four on overnight stays out in the bush and to teach firearm safety and bush craft. The department will provide us with adjoining accommodation or shared accommodation if we are into that sort of thing." Jennifer looking huge-eyed said excitedly, "Fantastic!" "Moving on, we are due to attend a press conference in the foyer at our office at 2:00 today where our director will present each of us with checks for $20,000 for our, quote, exemplary performance and bringing credit on to the department and its entire staff of dedicated people, unquote." Jennifer said the turncoat snakes and asked what had caused that and was told to listen. "Tomorrow we fly with our boss and the director to Wellington for a presentation on the steps of Parliament where you and I will each be given an inscribed gold medallion and a cash reward on behalf of a grateful nation in recognition for the way in which we have enhanced enforcement of the protection of our precious wildlife in this country." "Ohmigod, the Prime Minister has forced those two yellowbellies to recant." "Jennifer, don't be too scathing; you know what bureaucracy does to people. It screws them." "Oh, talking about screwing Shane. Finish your coffee and it's back to the hotel." THE END