7 comments/ 15583 views/ 28 favorites The Mission of the Heart Ch. 02 By: YoursTruly101 "Miss?" The other girls giggled as I continued to stare at her. I snapped back to reality. "My apologies," I said rather too quickly. "I will get your proper order as soon as possible." Before she could even say anything, I power walked to the kitchen. Right then, I knew something was different about me. The feelings I felt were incredible. I felt like I was worth more than all the diamonds in the world, that I was just an ordinary girl wanting ordinary things. My heart felt like it was going to explode, but I was already willing to risk a heart attack. I slowed my pace, and I remembered...something. Instinctly, I felt my back. I remembered a memory that I tried to push way back into my mind, The scar. The love. The loss. The failure. I remembered...I don't know what I remembered. ( "...shh now, everything will be okay...I promise you, it's better this way....") "Miss Pamela!" the chef whispered rather too loudly. "The order!?" The memory went away, and I went back to the real world. What just happened, I thought to myself. I didn't recognize the memory, but somehow it seemed important. Apologizing, I got the proper order and served it to Charlie. I was surprised I didn't make a fool of myself in front of her this time. "Will that be all, ladies?" I asked calmly, but I can already feel droplet of sweat forming at the back of my neck. I made eye contact to everyone around the table, except Charlie. But I felt her staring at me with a confused look on her face. Fight or flight. I wanted to get the hell out of there, but I wanted to be near her at the same time. "Do I know you?" Charlie asked me suddenly. I looked at her with a confused expression on my face. " I mean, have we maybe met before?" Shit. I gave her a fake, thoughtful look. "I don't believe we have, sorry," I said. "Well, you ladies have a gr-" "No way," she replied bluntly. "I know we've met before, one time or another. There's definitely something familiar about you." "Maybe she was at Michael's party?" one of the girls with long, wavy, blonde hair chimed in. "Or other previous parties." "Hell no, she wasn't at Michael's party," one of the girls with medium, layered, red hair said while making eye contact to me. "I would've noticed." She then gave me a sly wink. I gave her an uncomfortable look. "Stop it, Hanna," the brunette said, giggling. "You're making her nervous. Is that right," she looked at my name tag. "Pamela?" "I-it's quite alright," I said nervously. "I guess I'm used to it." "What," the redhead, Hanna, said while leaning in." Being hit on by women?" "Don't mind her," the other blonde said, shaking her head." She thinks she's all that. Anyway, my name's Sara. The obnoxious redhead is Hanna, the raven haired one is Ashley, and the other blondie here is Aleesha." They smiled very gorgeously while I shook their hands; while I shook Hanna's, I felt a thin piece of paper in my hand. She winked again. "My name's Charlie," Charlie said, holding her hand out. " Sorry if I was a bit creepy on you, but there's...something really really familiar about you." I shook it and gave her a gracious smile. "Pamela. And I'm sorry, I haven't seen you before though. I probably have one of those faces." She looked at me harder as if she was trying to dig into my mind. She studied my facial features rather too closely. "Uhh, sorry ladies," I said," I'd love to stay and chat, but I really got to go back to work." They said okay, but as I slowly walked away, I heard their conversations behind my back: "She's fucking beautiful." "For once, I agree with you, Hanna. She has that exotic sexy look going on. I don't mind doing it with her." "Dirty bisexual." "What'd you say!?" "Nothing, Ashley! Just the fact that's she's pretty hot." "Yea, I gotta admit, she is pretty hot. Her puppy brown eyes are to die for." "That's the thing. Her eyes are soooo familiar..." "Charlie, hun, you were a creep to her." "I couldn't help it! I definitely saw or met her before. And it's killing me not knowing where or how." "Stalker alert?" "Shut it, Ashley." "How about inviting her to Ashley's party tomorrow night? That way you can get to know her better." "Hey, don't steal my idea." "You would, Hanna. And that's not really a bad idea there, Sara. I'll ask her when we're done eating." I stopped listening, and went directly to the kitchen. I'm hoping that someone there is willing to switch tables with me. A college girl by the name of Adrienne gladly switched tables with me since her table was utterly boring. Her table was table thirty-four, and was occupied by a Korean couple, judging from their language. And they were eerily quiet. Honestly, I can live with boring, I don't mind boring. But I can't risk Charlie knowing who I really am. I served their meals, and went to my other tables to see how they were doing. I saw a glimpse of table ten, Charlie's table. They seemed a bit confused when they saw Adrienne standing by the table, asking how their meals were. Hanna seemed very disappointed. I chuckled as I felt the paper with her phone number she gave me in my pocket. As I walked back to the kitchen, I saw a glimpse of Charlie making eye contact with me. The look of hurt in her eyes made me want to punch myself, but I can't risk anything. Besides, if she knew what I do for a living or what I almost did to her, she'll kill me herself. The girls walked out of the restaurant an hour after the Korean couple left; Adrienne said they wanted to stick around to see if I came by again, but they had to prepare for a party for tomorrow. "And one of the girls wanted you to have this," she said and handed me a formal looking envelope. "You're pretty lucky. Not a lot of rich folks give people like us invites like this one." With a huff, she walked away rather too quickly. I opened the envelope up and read what was inside: "Dear Pamela, Sorry for being a creep in front of you today :( Anyway, I hope my first impression wasn't as creepy as I intended, but there's a party tomorrow night at my friend Ashley's house and you're officially invited. The address, phone number, everything you need to know is on the back of this letter. I really do hope you come. It'll be worthwhile :) Sincerely, Charlie Carlson P.S. Hanna wants you to call her." Sighing, I tucked in the letter along with the envelope to my back pocket. Sorry Charlie, I thought to myself. I can't really let you get close to me. Or visa versa. ----------------------------------- "Miss Pearson!" the receptionist called out as I walked into my hotel. "There's a package for you here." As I walked over and got the yellow package, she gave me a hard stare and her lips started moving. I read her lips: In your room, 17:00. Had an extra key. Two guys, both caucasians. One has a knife, another has a silenced unknown gun. Both around 5'9. One is around 180 lbs but the other is around 200 lbs. Backup needed? I casually looked around the hotel and stared back to her. Subtle, I started moving my lips: No. Give me five minutes. Make sure to take care of any footage captured early today. And do anything for a distraction. "You look thirsty, ma'am" she said, her teeth gleaming. "Here. Have a can of Pepsi." "Well, thank you," I replied back, nodding slightly. "Have a great day!" Oh, I'm having one already. ------------------------- 22:07 There are agents like me working in the field, but there are other agents that are behind the desks to pick up any messes left behind and help assist us in public places. The receptionist was one of them. And damn, do they do a good job otherwise the media and the rest of the country would have known our existence already. They were not trained any combats or weaponry, but they were trained for intellect and for coming up with cunning plans. They were mostly the brains in the Agency. As I was in the elevator waiting for it to reach my floor, I cut the top part of the can with my swiss army knife. I emptied the can, and found a pair of black latex gloves, a pair of "cat-eye" contacts, a syringe and a small tube with a clear substance in it. Anesthetic. The elevator door opened, and I stepped through, put my "Cat-eye" contacts in, then put the gloves and got the Anesthetic ready. As I walked through the hallway, the power went out. People were scrambling out of their rooms, confused. But I continued to walk towards my room without any problems since I can see in the dark thanks to my "Cat-eye" contacts. I crouched near my door, and listened closely for any movements inside. I closed my eyes. Small shuffles were being heard, which is good enough since I can pin-point their exact locations: one was 4.5 inches close to the bed, who probably has the gun since I heard a faint click, the other was 6 inches close to the window. Dammit, my guns and equipments are in my car. And my two 5-7 SC pistols were underneath the mattress. "Let's just get the hell outta here," I heard one whisper." She's fucking not here, obviously. And power's out." "Guess you have a point," another whispered. "Okay. Let's go." I opened my eyes, and put my back against the wall. I became motionless. I heard a faint click and the door opened, two figures went out. I let the first one go unharmed, but I swiftly choked the second one, and drugged him. His body sagged, and he violently dropped to the floor along with his gun. "Jason?" the first guy whispered, turning around. I picked up the gun, and shot him square in the head. Clean shot, barely any blood. He dropped in an instant. I then dragged both of the bodies into my room, and miraculously, the power went on. --------------------------- 01:47 I turned off most of my lights in my room, and closed the curtain. After tying Jason to a chair in front of the bed, I sat in front of him, and started tearing the package. There was only a single paper inside of it and it said: "Objective: Protection from any unnecessary harm and/or situation. Continue to do so until told not to." I broke away from the paper, and shook my head. Wow, I thought. I haven't been anyone's bodyguard for quite a while. I went on reading: "Subject: Charlie Carlson Adres-" What! I reread that part again. "Subject: Charlie Carlson" I gently let the paper float to the ground. Scratching my head in frustration, I began mumbling to myself. Protect her from any harm indeed, I thought to myself. Then why the fuck was I sent to kill her two weeks ago? It just doesn't make sense. "Uhhhh," Jason groaned. Drunkily, he slowly opened his eyes and began to panic. He began to squirm, and yell. "You know what's great about the rooms here?" I asked coolly, while getting the silenced gun from the night table. "It's completely sound proof." He looked around and his eyes fell on his friend's dead body on the floor. He grunted, and began to scream at me in profanity. I slowly stood up, slapped him, and kicked his left ribs. He screamed in agony. He stopped screaming as soon as I pointed his own gun to his head. "Now that I have your complete attention," I whispered gravely, " how about telling me what the fuck you were doing here, huh?" ------------------------- 02: 47 "Hello, front desk?" "Yes, what can I do for you, Ms. Pearson?" the same girl from downstairs said through the phone. "I'm starving," I said, tired. "I want two carts up here full of food." "Absolutely," she said. "Do you care what kind of food?" "Anything good is fine," I said. "Just get those two carts of food up here." Two men with two carts filled with food came up. They gave me a hard stare when they saw the two bodies in the room. Putting it in a ziplock, I gave Jason's silenced gun to them, and took two plates of food and a bottled water from the cart. ------------------------- "Rough night, Agent 76?" one of them asked. "You could say that," I said grunting and began eating while standing up. I reached underneath the mattress, and got my two guns out. I put one beneath my pillow and one tucked in the back of my pants. "I don't know how you guys do it," the other guy said as his partner swiftly put one of the bodies underneath the cart. "I'm surprised you're not dead yet." Sighing, I laid myself on the bed after I put my finished plates on the night table. "I'm surprised too." ------------------------- 03:50 I woke up from my one hour sleep, feeling someone in my room staring at me. "What now?" I asked, while slowly getting up, my hand under the pillow. The lights came on, and the receptionist was by the door, looking a bit ashamed. I looked at the watch, cussed, and went towards the door. "I was going to wake you, but..." she mumbled. Still in my work clothes, I walked past her, but stopped. "You did good tonight, Newbie," I said. " We all gotta start somewhere." ------------------------------ 04:16 I was already at Charlie Carlson's mansion and the security doubled. From my binoculars, there were numerous guard dogs, a new fence, a lot more security guards, and probably a new security alarm. With my full gear on (except my ski mask), I leaned against my car, which was parked on a hill looking over at the mansion. This is ridiculous, I thought to myself. I mean, yes I can slip through the guards and the whole security, but I have to protect her everyday until the assignment gets done. Or shall I say, when I'm told it's done. There has to be an easier way. Sighing, I went in my car and sat down. What Jason told me haunted me. "We know you are given an assignment to protect her. Let's just say there are some troubles ahead with you and your 'lady friend.' " After that, I couldn't get anything else out of him; after every kick, stab, punch, and, sadly, shot, there was nothing. I decided to just kill him myself. I look towards the mansion. There's got to be an easier way to be close to her. -------------------------------- "May I make a suggestion?" the receptionist said. Her name's Carrie I learned. I was back at my room with my civilian clothes. When I got back, Carrie was still there, looking for any more little "messes" that was left behind from the incident before. Very tired, I looked at her. "Why not be friends with her?" she said, smiling a little. "I-I-I mean, I already know what your current mission is and such. B-u-ut that's not the point. Being friends with her means you being by her side an-" "You know we can't have any personal nor social connections outside the Agency, Newbie," I said while stretching on the armchair. " Besides, we probably will be an easier target if we were together." "Well, in my opinion, you can't just look from a distance or from a shadow and expect to protect her from there. You actually have to be near her just in case of sudden attacks. And what better than being near her by being friends?" I looked at her, thoughtful. She does have a point... "And besides," she added," I'm sure being close to her is an exception because you gotta do what you gotta do to make your mission successful." I leaned my head back, and stared at the ceiling. A few seconds went by, and I looked at her. "I need a new bulletproof vest." "A thicker one for heavy duty bullets?" she asked, confused. "No," I said sighing, while unfolding Charlie's note from earlier. "A very light one, unnoticeable under my civilian clothes. And speaking of clothes, I might need some more of your assistance..." ----------------------------- 10:03 "You look soooo gorgeous in that!" Carrie exclaimed. Since it was my day off, we decided to hit the mall; I decided to go with the plan of being friends with Charlie. Since the party was tonight, I definitely needed an outfit to make me look "presentable," as Carrie would say it. I'm not a big shopper, but Carrie obviously is. Right at the moment, I was trying on outfits Carrie suggested for me in the changing room. I have to admit, she has good taste. I looked pretty...beautiful. "Uhh," I said nervously. "My guns?" She gave me a weird look while trying to straighten my outfit I was wearing. "Guns!?" she said, giggling. "No way. Not with that outfit." I gave her a piercing stare, and she cleared her throat. "I suggest two Bersa Thunder 380," she said with a serious tone, " with suppressors of course. Your two 5-7 SC Pistols will be too bulky and noticeable if you have them with you." "But I like my 5-7 SC Pistols..." I mumbled. " Vest?" "Right here," she said smiling, as she tossed me some sort of black clothing. I looked at it and shook my head. "A cami?" I said, smiling a bit. "No way." "Yes way, there's also a sleeveless one, " she said, while shuffling through the clothes we picked out. "Try it on." Amused, I did. I looked in the mirror and looked at myself. No way this thin piece of clothing will protect me from any bullets. I was about to make a comment as I turned and faced Carrie, but she pointed a silenced gun to my chest. And fired. I screamed in surprise. "Holy shit!" I exclaimed. In panic, I patted and rubbed my whole entire chest, but felt nothing. Not even a hole. I looked at her with a small smile. "Holy shit." "You're welcome," she said smiling. ------------------------------ 17:47 "Wait," I said while getting dressed in my room. "You're coming too?" "Well, duh," Carrie said, her head popping out of the bathroom. "It is my job to clean undesired mess in public places. Besides, this is probably the only party I'll ever attend to." As I put on my earrings, I nodded in agreement. She does have a point. Besides, social events make me nervous, so good thing she's coming along then. I went over to the full length mirror and shocked myself; the person I'm seeing does not look like me at all. She looks a hell more beautiful. With my very light grey, vintage inspired back goddess dress, with gold woven accent, I looked extremely good. My long black hair has been somewhat curled, so now it looked gorgeously wavy. As Ashley said, I looked exotically sexy with my brown skin color in my dress. Carrie had the same dress on, but the color was dark green, which goes well with her pale-ish skin and very petite body, striking green eyes, and fiery, spiked, red hair. Resembling Hayley Willaims a tad bit, she has that pixie face that fit her personality, which made her extremely cute. She went out of the bathroom, and whistled when she saw me. "I'd say you are dressed to kill, Agent 76," she said smiling. "Call me Pamela," I replied. "Something's missing..." "Ooo!" she said excitedly. "You need a necklace. Here." She looked through her purse and took out a gorgeous sterling silver, Dolphin pendant necklace. She went closer towards me, and swung her arms around me, trying to get it on. Our chests were touching, our heads a bit closer than necessary. At the same time, as I studied her face, our eyes met. I shuddered. "I was talking about my guns," I whispered "Hmmm," she replied, still staring and her arms still around my neck. I swear I saw a sparkle in her right eye. "My apologies." "It's beautiful," I said feeling the pendant, but still staring at her. "Where'd you get it?" "It was given to me," she whispered, feeling the necklace, "by my grandmother." "Your grandmother?" I asked, giving her a shocked look. "The Agency-" "The Agency does not own us," she whispered, her fingers brushing my collarbone. "We own it. Besides, there are advantages for being one of the brains of the Agency." "Is that so?" She gave me a long stare, long enough for me to become breathless. "Yea," she breathed. "Definitely." What's going on here, I thought to myself. What's happening? She stepped towards me for another inch, biting her lower lip, her eyes roaming around the room, but too afraid to meet mine. Then she looked up to me with her grass-green eyes (with a hint of desperation?). The Mission of the Heart Ch. 02 She was about to say something else, until the phone rang, She quickly took a step back from me, looking a bit embarrassed. Feeling a bit embarrassed myself, I quickly went over to my night table, and picked up the phone. "Yes?" "Hello Ms. Pearson?" "This is she. Is the limo here?" On the corner of my eye, I saw Carrie's head quickly turned to me, looking surprised. "Yes, it's here." "Good. We'll be right down." Gently, I put the receiver down, and went over to the smiling Carrie. I put my hand out to her. "Well," she said, chuckling. "Where did the limo come from?" "Don't care," I replied smiling," as long as my guns are there, I'm all good." She took my hand and headed downstairs and into the limo. "Should be an interesting night," Carrie mumbled as we got in. And onto the party we went. ------------------------------ Ashley Arquette's mansion was not far from Charlie's, but it was a tad smaller. We got there in only fifteen minutes, and parked just outside the house. Well, at least the security wasn't as tight as I expected, but judging from the numbers of cars parked outside the house, there were tons of people in the house. "Not bringing guns tonight?" Carrie said as the limo stopped in front of the mansion. "Uhh, does my outfit have any place for them?" I asked. "Besides, I'm more deadly without my guns than when with them." She gave me a shy, but sexy smile when I picked up my purse. Giving her a pitying look, I slowly went out of the limo, her following me. I rang the doorbell, and the door violently swang outward. And an excited Ashley screamed on top of her lungs. "SHE CAME!" she hollered, then basically tackled me. "Ooooo! You fucking smell nice, Paaaameeelllaaa!" Carrie looked absolutely transfixed, and a bit angry judging from her expression. Not knowing what to do, I just stood there while she kept on hugging me; I smelled alcohol on her, so that explains the mystery of her behavior. "Ashley!" a terrified, but overly beautiful Sara said while coming out. With both hands, she got Ashley off me, but Ashley shrugged her off. "Ash! I'm sooo sorry, she's just drunk- "IT'S MY FUCKING 21st BIRTHDAY PARTY!" she yelled on top of her lungs. Then she slowly came up to me. Well, struggling to go to me that is. "How about you and me get fucked up together, eh?" She winked and kissed me hard on the lips, her arm openly exploring and rubbing my back. Surprised, I took two steps back, but she quickly took three steps forward, unending out kiss and our bodies dangerously close that you can't even put in a piece of paper between us. A quiet groan and a whimper mixed with it went out of her mouth. And then, her right knee began rubbing my left inner thigh. It went higher, higher, and higher... "Holy shit!" someone exclaimed. I broke off from the kiss, breathing heavily. Ashley looked a bit stunned, but she smiled from ear to ear. Shocked, I looked at the people around me: the drunk Ashley, Sara, Carrie, and then Hanna who had just came out a few seconds before. Hanna looked very heartbroken, almost as though she was ready to cry. Carrie just looked hurt. "S-s-she's a bit...drunk," I said, my voice a bit shaky. Sara lifted an eyebrow, and Hanna looked mighty pissed at Ashley. Ashley, on the other hand, fainted. Well, not just fainted, but fainted on me. Quickly, I held her up with my two hands, her whole body basically leaning onto mine. "Yousmellnice," she mumbled into my ear, her lips touching my bare neck. My mind tried to analyze what just happened. Uhh, I thought to myself. I just kissed a fucking girl. A. Girl. "Uhh," I said, feeling panicky. "Umm, Carrie! Help me move her to a room?" "I'm sure you can do it yourself," she mumbled. "Besides, I'm definitely not that strong." Before I could even reply, she quickly walked into the house, brushing a couple of short strands of hair off her face. At the same time, her lips started moving quickly like wildfire: I'll look around. Take care of "that." When she mouthed "that," she looked a bit disgusted. I watched her go inside, Hanna following her, and Sara walking towards me, a little smile formed on her face. "Um," she said," I wish I can help you, but I got to help Charlie in the kitchen. Ashley is pretty fucked up, so go to her room and help her get tucked into bed." "B-b-b-but I-" Before I could even ask where her room was, Sara walked into the house, leaving the somewhat unconscious Ashley to me. Great, I thought to myself. Grunting, I repositioned her so I can do the fireman carry; with her stomach on my left shoulder, her whole upper body hanging in the back and lower body dangling on the front, I slowly got us into the house. I just hope she doesn't barf just yet. Not a lot of people were actually inside the house, but they were definitely in the backyard judging from the music, splashing, and people chatting. A busy looking girl walked in front of me. "Excuse me," I said quickly. "Do you know where Ashley's room is?" "First one on the right coming up the stairs," she stampered, then went on to her destination. Sighing, I went up the stairs very slowly. While doing so, I began thinking about the kiss, which scared me since I liked it. Drunk or not, that was one hot kiss. I imagined Ashley kissing me again, but this time naked, me wrapped around her arms. Snap out of it!, I screamed in my head. It's bad enough that I might have some slight feelings toward Charlie- I stopped in the middle of the stairs. Do I really have feelings toward Charlie? Even I couldn't answer such a question. I shrugged the answer away, continued up the stairs, and then turned to the right where Ashley's bedroom supposedly is at. Turning the knob, I can feel Ashley mumbling, my lips began to form a smile. Crazy girl. Her room was surprisingly average. It was huge, but there weren't any expensive looking paintings or furniture, except her bed was very luxurious and took most to the space. I didn't bother flicking the lights on. Slowly, I went towards her bed and laid her there, her long, messy, but still sexy, raven hair wrapping her face. Amused, I brushed off some of her hair off her face. She stirred in her sleep, and held my hand with her delicate one. Frozen, I gently shrugged her hand off and looked at her for a moment. Her striking facial features were probably her firm sexy jawline and her luscious lips. In regret, I forgot to do a background check on her and the rest of Charlie's friends, but I promised myself I would after the party was done. Straightening my dress, I slowly turned to the door, until I felt a little sting on my left forearm. Before I know it, the walls in the room began dancing around me and then everything went black. ------------------------------ I have no idea how long I was out. All I know was that I was completely defenseless to everything or everyone around me when I do wake up. When I did come around, the room was still dancing, but at least I was conscious. My whole body felt like lead, but I can still move even if a little bit. The room finally stopped swirling, and I noticed I was still in Ashley's dark room. When I did try to move, I then realized my hands were handcuffed individually to each bedposts. I tried moving my legs, but they were also tied down. Shit. My body squirmed, hoping the handcuffs would magically disappear. I can feel my left shoulder beginning to fail on me; I knew I should've done something about my shoulder dislocation. "I advise you to stay still," a female voice said. "It's not like you'll be going somewhere soon." My eyes flew to the location of the voice, and suddenly a familiar figure sat on the edge of the bed. Ashley. "Ashley," I whispered, "what's going on h-" Then a shiny object on her hand caught my eye, and brought it up my chin. A gun, but not just any gun. It was a 7-5 SC Pistol, the same type of gun I have. "What the f-" "Don't be coy with me, Agent 76," she said as she straddled onto me. "I know who you are. But what I don't know is why you are here." I looked at her like she was crazy, and began to squirm again, yelling on top of my lungs. She put more weight on to me, her free hand covering my mouth. I gritted my teeth. "You know what's great about this room?" she asked quietly, her face only an inch from mine. "It's completely soundproof." I breathed heavily, knowing that the situation will not turn for the best. "Now, you are going to tell me why you are here. And no lying because, well, you know what happens when you lie, right?" I nodded slowly, glaring at her. She smiled. "Good," she said, her hand slowly uncovering my mouth. "Talk." "Agent 76. Mission objective: protect Charlie Carlson from any harm as necessary," I whispered quietly, her face still an inch from mine, her gun under my chin. I shuddered. "Hmmm." She looked at me with intensity in her eyes, then dropped the gun by the side of the bed. As I lay there frozen in place, she placed her right hand to my left wrist, her left hand tracing my jaw. My mind was completely jumbled up, confused on what was happening. "Wha-" "That's weird. That's my objective too." She gave me the sexiest smile I've ever seen, her green eyes glimmered in the dark room. Her right hand abandoned my wrist, and placed in on my left side. She started rubbing it. I squirmed, but with surprise. "What is go-" "I heard you were here in Illinois at least two weeks ago," she whispered as she lowered her lips to my ear. I can hear her breathing heavily. "I can't believe you're...here right now." I gulped. She began kissing my neck slowly and I squirmed yet again. What the fuck was going on? I squirmed again, my muscles ready for action. The thing is, at that moment, I was willing to let her actually do something to me. Anything she wants. My body temperature was abnormally high, and I became sexually aware. A whimper erupted from my throat. "Was that a whimper I heard?" she giggled, her hands now on my chest. She looked down to me, our lips touching. "I have to admit, I recognized your voice the first time I met you yesterday, the same husky, exotic voice. You don't remember me, do you?" She kissed me hard, and gave me a low sigh. Repositioning her body so that both of her legs were between my spread-eagled ones, she slowly kissed her way down to my chest. "S-s-stop,"I whimpered. "I-I-I said STOP IT!" "Oh don't act like you don't like it," she mumbled as she dragged her lower lip to my left boob. "Besides, this is not the first time we did something like this. And I was the one tied down and you were the sexual torturer. Now it's my turn." "Wait, not the first ti-" She reached under my dress. One of her hands was on top of my sex, slowly rubbing it in a figure eight motion. I gasped as my body shook in response of her touch, clutching the cold metal handcuffs. She continued to rub me, my body shaking from this terrible, but...erotic encounter. "F-f-f-fuuuuuck...fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! S-s-s-stop!" "Hmmm...no." Suddenly, she softly put a blindfold on me, my head shaking from side-to-side. Swiftly, I felt her going down on me, putting a trail of kisses during the process. I whimpered loudly. My body literally shook from every touch she made. I was about to explode for I never felt anything like this before. After every agonizing second, she was directly in front of my pussy, inhaling and savoring it. I can feel my neck muscles popping up. Hell, all my muscles are twitching like a couple of teens hidden under the dark skies. I gritted my teeth, waiting for her to do something. Anything. I was desperate for her touch. Unexpectedly, she gave my clit one quick flick. I cried, then cleared my throat. I tried shrugging the blindfold away, but what I got instead was an amused giggle. She ignored my throbbing clit, lifted my dress even more, and gave me soft little bites on my stomach, while her hands roamed my upper body. I was beyond on fire. She licked around my belly button, while her hands traveled downwards to my sides, scratching it gingerly up and down. Afterwards, a cold metal was rubbing against my inner thigh. Her gun. "Fuck! Ahhhmmmm..." I cried, biting my lower lip because that's all I could really do. "Guns," she murmured, still licking and kissing on my stomach," are truly a girl's best friend." The gun barrel traveled closer to my clit, rubbing. I shivered, and my body was way out of my control. Sweat covered me like a blanket, and I was breathing faster as I have ever breathed before. Before I know it, the barrel started rubbing my clit up and down, sending chills of pleasure throughout my body. I sucked in a mouthful of air, and moaned as she continued to rub. A soft giggle echoed around the dark room. The barrel was cold, and I whimpered in the result of its touch. I felt Ashley moving beside me, as she continued to rub the barrel against my clit. A soft little lick touched my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth slightly, moaning a bit. "You look exactly the same from the first time I've met you..." she placed a little kiss on the side of my mouth. "The same stoic, harsh, lonely nature you proudly live yourself by..." she kissed the other side of my mouth. "But nonetheless, a hero hidden in the dark everyone oversees..." she kissed my chin. "I say that it is time for your...little reward." She kissed me lightly on the lips, inviting her tongue in. While doing so, she put more pressure on my clit, the cold barrel still rubbing but faster by each minute. But then again...something didn't feel right. Something was missing. I gripped the hard metal handcuffs, pulling on it slightly. Then, an image of Charlie popped into my head, remembering my main objective. I gripped the metal and tugged it harshly, broke it, freeing myself, but flinched in pain. Ashley gasped in surprise, as I began to sit right back up and freed my other hand along with my legs. I slipped the blindfold off, and threw it at her as she quickly jumped to her feet next to the bed. A gun in her hand, pointing at my head. Wobbling, I caught my breath, and straightened my dress out, and looked at Ashley. She was trembling, a sad, hurt look on her face. "You and I-" "Are just two agents working in the field, nothing else," I whispered, as my eyes stared at hers a bit sadly. I walked slowly to her, gingerly lower the gun, and smiled sadly at her. A tear rolled down her face, and I wiped it away with my fingers. She looked at me desperately, a longing look in her eyes pierced my heart. Slowly, I pulled her to me and I kissed her gently, a surprise gasp erupted from her throat. Then, minutes went by, and I broke the kiss. I looked at her sadly, traced her jawline carefully with my fingers, and slowly walked out of the room. My main focus is Charlie and Charlie only. Protection. Service. This is what I have come to do, because it is my duty to protect and save her life, even if I sacrifice mine. Charlie Carlson, my life is yours. (To be continued...)