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The Wrong Room Ch. 02

By: Dreamweaver594



Surprise!

This is part two of the flash fiction story The Wrong Room. (For those of you unfamiliar with the term "flash fiction" it's usually under 2000 words or perhaps 1500 depending on who you talk to...I just wanted to try it out as a writing form). 

Thanks for choosing to read another one of my stories, if you're a new reader, welcome. If you are unfamiliar with this story it might be best to go back to the beginning to understand this relationship, but that's your choice. If you like what you read, please check out the rest of my stories on this site. Dreamweaver594...




Mike walked out of the hotel carrying his briefcase and laptop. It was going to be a long day. He'd set up a series of training sessions with this company months ago.  Last week was a preliminary meeting to start things rolling and determine who would be part of the training program. He'd worked way into the night getting all his slides in order for today's session. It made him a little groggy when he rolled out of bed this morning, and standing extra long in a hot steamy shower didn't seem to help. 

He idly thought of Allison while standing in the shower letting the hot water massaged his neck. He wondered what she might look like standing next to him, hot water streaming down her supple body. He was hoping to see her sometime this week; after all, she did say she owed him, even if it was only for dinner. She had such alluring eyes, and that flaming red hair...magnificent.

Mike signaled to the doorman to hail a cab as he walked through the sliding doors that led to the driveway portico.  He stepped to the curb as the cab pulled up. He slid into the back seat and started to pull the door shut. Suddenly someone wrenched the door from his grasp and jumped onto the floorboard in front of him shouting. "Drive, now!"

Mike glanced up as two menacing looking thugs, dressed in ill-fitted black suits, slammed into the window glass shouting obscenities.

The cabby followed his orders and, tires squealing, he pulled out from under the portico at the Hyatt and raced down the block. "Where'm I going lady?" The cabby glanced into his rear view mirror and noticed that his only visible passenger was male. "Oh, sorry, I thought I heard a woman's voice. Where to mister?"

Mike looked out the back window at two huge men standing in the street shaking their fists at the receding cab. "I need to go to the Brock Building on 9th," Mike said still shocked at the sudden intrusion, his brain was still foggy and he wasn't sure what to think. "As for the woman, you'll have to ask her again as soon as she sits up."

The woman crouching on the floorboard climbed up and sat in the seat next to Mike.

Mike blinked. "Allison?"

She quickly turned. "Hi Mike." She blushed crimson red as she dusted off her dress. 

"What the hell? Are you okay? What was that all about?"

She calmly lifted her purse off the floorboard and rifled through it for her compact case. "Those guys wanted something from me I wasn't willing to give." She opened it and checked her hair and makeup. 

"What?"

She smiled that same beautiful smile he remembered the first night he met her. "My life, sweetie." She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "I owe Tony Gleason a few bucks and he sent those goons over to collect."

"Tony Gleason is the local loan shark slash wise guy," said the cabby in a thick Turkish accent. He chuckled as he negotiated through the busy streets towards the Brock Building. "It's best not to get mixed up with him if you value your life."

"Of which I do," Allison replied as she closed her compact with a snap and slipped it into her purse. "But I didn't have much choice, I needed things."

Mike sighed. "How much do you owe him?"

"A grand."

The cabby whistled and shook his head. "He'd kill his own mother for a grand."

"I only wanted a couple of hundred bucks but he wouldn't give me a loan for less than a grand. He said small loans were bad for business."

The cabby glanced in the rear view mirror. "How much interest?"

"40 percent."

"Shit," Mike said exasperated, "that's 1400 dollars."

"Yeah, that was yesterday, today might be more," she said shrugging her shoulders.

"Can you talk to him? Maybe you can negotiate a deal," Mike said hopefully.

"Tony don't negotiate," the cabby said shaking his head. "With him it's either pay up or, as they say on the Sopranos, you sleep with the fish."

Mike glanced at the driver's ID pasted in a placard on the back of the driver's seat. It read: Yusuf Stanos. He looked at Allison. "Do they know where you live?" 

"Of course."

Mike thought for a moment. "Okay, change of plans. How far is Nordstrom's from the Brock Building on 9th?"

"Not far, it's on 10th," the cabby replied.

"Great," Mike said, "drop us there."

Allison looked from the cabby to Mike. "Why?"

"Because you can't play the part of my assistant dressed like this," Mike replied as he rummaged through his brief case. She was wearing a rather low-cut red sequined dress that displayed her ample cleavage and slender long legs. Combined with a pair of red spiked heels and her flaming red hair, it was alluring but was hardly adequate attire for where he was going.

Allison sat dumbfounded.

Mike pulled out his cellphone and tapped the screen. "Hello, Dave Bolton, please."

The cab pulled up into the loading area in front of Nordstrom's. The driver twisted around in his seat and grinned at Allison. "This might be your lucky day, little one, or his worst. It all depends on you."

Allison smiled demurely and followed Mike out to the curb.

"Just a minute Dave," Mike said as he leaned into through the cab window. "How much?"

"Eight seventy-five," the cabby said with a grin. "The advice was free."

Mike muffled his cellphone against his chest and handed the cabby a fifty. "We were never here," he said with a wink.

The cabby nodded and handed him his card. "Call me if you need another ride. I'd like to know how this all plays out."

Mike took his card, tapped the roof twice, and the cab pulled away to merge with the traffic on the busy street.

An hour later, Mike and Allison walked into the Brock Building and pressed the twelfth floor button on the elevator. The doors closed silently and they stood alone for the first time since she dashed into his cab. She was dressed in an exquisitely tailored grey business suit with a knee length pencil skirt and a pair of black three-inch pumps. On her head she wore a smartly styled brunette wig that shaped and enhanced her feminine face.

"You look very nice," he murmured softly.

"Thank you," she said smoothing a seam in her skirt. "This must have cost a bundle."

Mike shrugged his shoulders. "Business expense." They both fell silent again; tension seemed to fill the tiny space. The elevator chimed and the doors opened on the twelfth floor. Mike took her arm and steered her towards a set of glass doors at the end of the hallway. 

"I should have trimmed my nails," she muttered as they walked briskly down the corridor.

"No time. Okay, once we get in there just sit quietly, and look pretty, which for you should be easy, you look stunning in that suit."

Allison smiled demurely and gave him a tiny air kiss.

He pushed open one of the glass doors and led Allison through it. "I have to do a presentation on the software I'm installing on their system; it should only take a few hours, if all goes well. After that, we'll do lunch and come up with a plan to get Gleason off your back."

Allison nodded wide-eyed as they passed through the glass doors and into the law offices of Brock, Babson, and Tonnelly, L.L.C. One of the largest law firms in the region.

It ended up being over four hours before they could finally break away and get some lunch. They arrived at a little deli Mike found on 10th.

"I'm famished," she said looking up at the menu board behind the counter.

Mike nodded. "Me too." He glanced sideways at her. "You know, you totally surprised me today, I never expected you to step in and help those guys with their programming."

"Ha," she replied with a grin. "I was a total gamer-freak in high school before I transitioned. I even created a couple of my own games. This stuff today was a walk in the park."

They ordered and sat down to wait for their meal. 

"Beauty and brains, an amazing combination," Mike murmured.

"It can be lethal when mixed with no street smarts," she murmured back.

"Were you staying in the Hyatt when they were chasing you?"

"No," she shook her head, "I just ran through the lobby hoping I could lose them. Hell, I didn't even know it was you until I looked up from the floorboard of that cab."

"Oh. Okay, that will work then. We can stay in my room tonight; they won't be looking for you there."

"Mike," she paused, her eyes glistening. "Why are you doing this? You could get in big trouble helping me. Don't get me wrong, I really appreciate it but why stick your neck out for someone you barely know?"

Mike grinned and reached over to take her hand. "Hey, you owe me, remember? How can I collect on that dinner if you're dead?"

Allison smiled, stood up and leaned over to kiss him. Then she walked to the counter and retrieved their lunch.

After lunch Mike pulled out his cellphone and the business card the cabby gave him earlier. "Hey Yusuf, you got a fare or do you have time to run a few errands?"

The cabby cleared his throat. "Who's this?"

"Your fifty dollar tip from this morning," Mike replied winking at Allison.

"Oh, yeah, where are you?"

"10th and Beal Street...Morty's Deli."

"Got it. I'm at the airport now, I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

Mike dropped his phone in his pocket and got up. He took Allison's hand. "Come on, let's go."

"Shouldn't we wait for him here?"

"If Yusuf shows up alone we're good, if not, we'll disappear." Allison looked at him quizzically. "Sopranos, third season." She nodded and they walked across the street. They ducked into a shadowed alcove and waited.

Fifteen minutes later, a yellow cab pulled up outside Morty's Deli and Yusuf walked inside. Mike and Allison glanced around but none of Gleason's goons were anywhere in sight. Then they quickly crossed the street and slipped into the cab's backseat as Yusuf came out of the deli. He nodded at Mike and sat in behind the wheel. "Where to boss?"

"Find me a Wal-Mart in the burbs somewhere," Mike replied. "We have to make a phone call that can't be traced." Yusuf nodded and the cab sped away.





The Wrong Room Ch. 03



Negotiations.

Part three of the flash fiction story The Wrong Room. Thanks for choosing to read another one of my stories, if you're a new reader, welcome. If you are unfamiliar with this series it might be best to go back to the beginning to understand this relationship, but that's your choice. -Dreamweaver594...



Forty minutes later Mike and Allison walked out of the Wal-Mart off Memorial Highway in the west suburbs. He ripped open the package and pulled out the cheap cellphone. "Do you know Tony's number?"

Allison nodded as she pulled out her cellphone.

"Okay, write it down then turn your phone off and pull out the battery." She did as she was told.

"I'll take the battery, just in case. You can have it back next week." He took her cellphone battery and dropped it into his briefcase.

She put her phone back into her purse.

"Now place the call on this phone," he said handing the cheap phone to her, "and negotiate a drop off point where we can safely leave the money."

"Like a park bench or something?"

"Nah, too easy...make him work for it, but don't expose us in the process. And remember, you only have about ten minutes of talk-time on this phone and it will have a low battery so make it quick."

Allison nodded and thought for a moment, then she dialed Tony. "Hello? Is this Tony Gleason?

"Yeah, who's this?"

"Allison Baker. You know, the girl you sent your goons after this morning." Allison glanced over to Mike and saw him giving her a 'hurry-up' sign.

Gleason grunted. "You got my money?"

"How much?"

"Two grand."

"Two grand huh? Yesterday it was only fourteen hundred."

"I got expenses," Tony drawled out while munching on something crunchy.

"So do I," she replied. "So I'll tell you what Gleason, I'll meet you half way and we'll call it even at fifteen hundred. Not a penny more." 

"You're hardly in a position to negotiate, baby."

"You want your money or you want me to disappear?"

"Both, but I'll settle for the money," he grunted, "Bring the fifteen hundred right over."

"I got a better idea," she said winking at Mike. "Ten o'clock tonight, go to a Western Union counter. There will be a money order waiting for you from me." She clicked 'end', closed the phone, and handed it back to Mike.

"Western Union?" He wore a little smirk.

"I saw it on an old movie on TV the other day. It sounded like a good idea."

Mike nodded as he took her hand and started walking back through the parking lot towards Yusuf's cab. As he passed by a mud-splashed pickup truck with out-of-state plates, he dropped the phone in the bed of the truck. "If any of those bozos are smart enough to track the GPS setting on that phone they will be in for an interesting ride to the country," he said with a broad grin.

"Sopranos?"

"Nah, C.S.I."

As they sat back into the backseat of Yusuf's cab Mike leaned forward. "Where's the closest Western Union counter?"

Yusuf looked at Mike in the rear view mirror. Allison just smiled.

"Nevermind, I'll Google it," Mike said as he swiped his cellphone to unlock it.

A few hours later, the automated door lock on room 2214 in the Hyatt clicked open and Mike ushered Allison into his room.

"2214? Really?"

"Hey, it brought me luck before," he said with a shrug and a grin. "I thought, what the heck."

"I should have brought my duffle bag," she said with a gleam in her eye.

Mike held up his hands in mock surrender. "Hey, that stuff isn't really my thing so I'm glad you didn't."

"It's not really my thing either," she said, blushing crimson. "I just was going along with Candy on that one."

Mike walked over a flopped into a chair by the window. "Speaking of Candy, how is she?"

"Okay, I haven't really seen much of her since that night we met. She has a boyfriend now. He keeps her busy I guess." Allison walked over to the bed then fell back onto it. She rolled over and propped herself up on her elbows with a smile. "Thanks Mike, you probably saved my life."

"You're welcome but you should lay low for a couple of days until this all blows over. I told Yusuf to put the word out on the street that you skipped town thinking that Gleason wouldn't let you alone unless you're out of reach, so we'll see if he buys it."

"But what about your training sessions with the law firm? Don't you need my help?"

Mike shrugged his shoulders. "I'll manage, at least for a day or so. I'd rather keep you safe. You can come back on Thursday to help me tie up any loose ends."

"Okay." Allison nodded then sat up. "Can I use your bathroom? I really need to take a shower."

"Help yourself," he said as he lifted his luggage onto the dresser. "I'll unpack while I wait."

Allison walked to the bathroom door then turned back with a devilish grin. "No peeking."

Mike's face turned crimson as he looked back at her with a grin. "I promise."

Thirty minutes later, her hair wrapped in a big towel, and wearing a fluffy white bathroom with the emblem of the Hyatt emblazoned on it, Allison came into the room. "You didn't peek," she said with a pout.

"What? You told me not to." Mike walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Was I supposed to?"

"You could have at least tried," she said her eyes twinkling with mischief. She leaned forward and kissed him gently. 

"You know," Mike murmured, "this goes against the rules of proper employee/employer relations. I'll have to report it to the company representative."

"Who's that?"

"You."

"Hmm, duly noted and dismissed," she said leaning forward and giving him another kiss.

"My turn for the shower," he said swatting her on the butt playfully. "Then we'll order room service for dinner."

"I like that,"she purred sitting on the edge of the bed and towel drying her hair. "I don't suppose you have a hairdryer?"

"Make a list, I'll pick one up tomorrow."

"More business expenses?"

"Of course," he grinned as he closed the bathroom door.

Ten minutes later, his head lathered up with shampoo, Mike heard the shower curtain open then close. "Allison?"

"Hmm?"

"What are you doing?"

"Peeking," she purred as she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her body against his.

Mike felt the firmness of her breasts against his back and her stiff cock push against his butt. "Someone's excited."

"Uh-huh," she said, leaning her head against his back and kissing him. "But first I want to scrub your back. I've always wanted to do that."

"What's that?"

"Scrub my boyfriend's back."

He pushed his head beneath the shower stream and rinsed the shampoo from his hair and face. "So I'm your boyfriend?"

She picked up the soap and began to lather up his back. "Yup, the moment I fell into your life when I walked into this room two weeks ago. I looked at you and I knew there was going to be something between us."

"There's something between us now," he said moving his butt against her stiff cock.

"That's for later, sweetie. Turn around and rinse off so I can do your front."

He turned around and she began to lather up his chest. 

She looked up into his half closed eyes and smiled a moment then her expression became more serious. "I want to ask you a question."

"Okay," he said with a cockeyed grin.

"Have you ever been with a girl like me before?"

"Nope, never."

"Then why don't I freak you out? I mean a lot of guys go totally ballistic when they learn about me."

Mike opened his mouth then closed it, then he looked into her eyes and smiled. "Allison, you are the most amazing person I have ever met. I truly mean that."

She paused and began to blush.

"You're smart as a whip, clever, resourceful, and downright beautiful. I don't care about your past, I only care that we are together, now. Oh, and you missed a spot," he said point at his groin with a huge grin.

She wrapped her arms around him and crushed the hard nipples of her full breasts against his chest. "You always say the most wonderful things."

She leaned up and kissed him passionately then lowered her body down to nestle her nose in the soft curly hair between his thighs. She looked into his eyes as she licked the underside of his stiff cock then let his cock-head slip between her lips.

"Oh, this is what I call an incredible employer/employee relationship," he said closing his eyes to savor her velvet touch. "Keep this up and I won't last much longer."

"Oh don't worry sweetie, we're going to play all night."

He felt the first of several spurts of his cum spill into her mouth as she continued to coax more and more out. She licked her lips, capturing every drop, and then stood up to kiss him. He tasted his cum for the first time. It wasn't all that bad, sort of bland and salty. He wondered what she tasted like. He could feel her excitement as she pressed against his body.

They stepped out of the shower and toweled off. His cock was still standing rigid against his tummy. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and led him gently to the bedroom.

"Did you bring a condom? I don't want to get pregnant you know," she added, looking back at him with a smirk.

"A whole roll," he said as he came up behind her and nuzzled against her the back of her neck. Then he turned her around and trailed kisses down to the part between her breasts. "I believe in Planned Parenthood."

She laughed and hugged him tight.







The Wrong Room Ch. 04



Part four of the flash fiction story The Wrong Room. Thanks for choosing to read another one of my stories. If you are unfamiliar with this story it might be best to go back to the beginning to understand this relationship, but that's your choice. -Dreamweaver594...



Mike walked into the hotel room Wednesday night and flopped onto the bed. Allison was sitting in a chair thumbing through a magazine she picked up in the lobby.

"Word on the street is your in the clear, beautiful. Yusuf called me this afternoon and told me that Gleason was pissed when he heard that you skipped town but he's decided that you're too much of a pain in the ass to pursue."

"Does that mean I'm coming back to help you tomorrow?"

"I hope you're still interested."

"It sure beats what I've been doing, and besides, the pay is good," she added with a grin.

"What pay? We haven't discussed any salary yet."

"No, but the fringe benefits package is awesome," she said climbing onto the bed and grabbing him into a hug and kiss.

"So, you're on top."

"I am," she said, her eyes twinkled.

He kissed her gently then rolled her off to lie by his side. He propped his head up on an elbow and looked at her with a serious expression. This began to worry her. "Allison...where's home for you?

She sighed. "Why? I thought you said two nights ago you didn't care about my past."

"I did, but now I want to know everything about you. If it bothers you, you don't have to tell me, I'll respect your privacy."

She gazed into his eyes then she began to tear up.

"Hey, hey, I didn't want to upset you, I'm sorry," he said wiping tears from her cheeks.

"No, it's okay." She dried her cheeks with the back of her hand and smiled meekly. "Tell me the truth, Mike, you're not leaving me after Friday are you?"

"What? Where did that come from? No, definitely not."

"It's just that as soon as a guy begins to ask questions like that he's already packing his bags."

"No sweetie, no bag packing. I just wanted to know more about you. You simply fascinate me and well, I wanted to...look," he sat up and took her hands. "I've been thinking about this for a couple of days now and uh, here it is. After we're done with the law firm on Friday, I want you to come to Cincinnati with me, as my partner, of course. I have three more clients lined up starting in two weeks, which is more than enough time for you to settle in."

"I'd love to! Your place?" she asked then her expression filled with doubt. "Or am I staying somewhere else?"

"I'd love to have you stay with me but you may not like the living arrangements," he said, looking a bit troubled. 

"Why, are you married?"

"No, God no, nothing like that. Look, I haven't told you this because, well, I didn't have an opportunity and I was sort of afraid of how you might react."

"Why?"

"I have a daughter, Marissa, she's six years old. She stays with my sister, Madison, when I'm away on business. She's cute and adorable, and I love her to death."

Allison paused and looked at him with a curious smile. "And?"

"That's it, I come with strings attached, a package deal, father and daughter, an incomplete set."

"What will she think of me?"

"Knowing Marissa, she'll think you're cool."

"Even if she knows about me?"

Mike nodded then shrugged his shoulders. "She's six but incredibly level-headed. She sees through bullshit with laser vision. But you're someone special to me and she'll recognize that...I hope."

"And if she doesn't?"

"Then I guess we'll cross that bridge if we have to come to it, but we won't cause she'll see how much you mean to me. Besides, I really want you to stay with me."

"I want that too."

"Okay." Allison kissed him and sat up. "Here goes, Allison's life story." She took a big breath and let it out slowly. "I'm from a little town outside of Boise, Idaho."

"Idaho?"

"Yeah, it's a far cry from here isn't it? Anyway, my life choices and the western way of living don't mix very well so I left for Chicago to live with a cousin of my mom's when I was seventeen. My Mom didn't want me to go but with so many other mouths to feed I guess she saw it as the best option. My dad was an over the road truck driver and he wasn't around all that much. But when he was he didn't like what I was becoming in his eyes."

"Did he beat you?"

"No, not at first, and then just a little. From what I've heard from other girls, I was lucky on that account. He just didn't like to see me when he was around so I laid low and hid out in my room."

Mike nodded. "So, Chicago?"

"Yeah, I was there for about a year until mom's cousin, Serena, got a new boyfriend and I was obviously the third wheel. Serena called a friend of hers, Marcie, and arranged for me to go with her on a road trip to Atlantic City. Marcie was working at the time as a showgirl in a casino outside of Chicago and she got a gig in New Jersey. Apparently, it paid a lot better. She was willing to take me along and try to set me up."

"As a showgirl?"

"Yeah, I guess..." Allison shrugged her shoulders and smiled meekly. "I was a year into my transition at the time and she told me I had a chance, so I went for it."

She scrunched her nose and shrugged her shoulders. "It didn't last long. About six months into the gig I was dancing in a club. One night, when one of the regulars got a little too handsy, he discovered something he didn't expect and went crazy. He beat me up pretty bad. I was in the hospital for two days until my manager told the hospital he wouldn't pay for anymore treatment because, he claimed, I lied to him about who I was. Which was true, I suppose, although it shouldn't have mattered. Anyway, I was fired. So, I gathered up all that I had, which wasn't much, and stabbed my finger on a map, and came here to start over. That was six months ago and then I met you."

Mike rubbed his hand across her back and she leaned down and kissed him.

"Now it's your turn, sweetie," she said with a smirk.

"Hmm. Well, I'm twenty-six. I met Reggie, Marissa's mother, when I was a junior at Bowling Green University in Ohio. I was a computer science major and Reggie was a Goth.

"A Goth?"

"Yeah, you know, black everything, death and destruction. She had a crazy lifestyle, which was probably why I was attracted to her at first. I mean I wasn't into Goth, but there was an aggressiveness about her that intrigued me."

"So, that's why you like me, my aggressive nature, huh?" She reached around him and tickled his ribs.

"That, and a whole lot more, sweetheart. Hey!" He grabbed her hand and looked at her nails. "You trimmed your nails."

She held up both hands and turned them to admire them in the light. "Yeah, they were too long for what we are doing...not really business appropriate I guess."

"True. Those talons looked like they could draw blood before."

"They still can with a little shaping if my boyfriend doesn't finish his story." She held his face in her hands and kissed him seductively on the lips.

"Okay. Anyway, Reggie was a Goth, right? We sort of hit it off and after a couple of months we started living together. Ten months later Marissa was born. Reggie sort of forgot to mention that she was off the pill."

Allison began to play with Mike's hair as he continued.

"We did the mommy/daddy thing until Marissa was one and no longer nursing. I came home from a night class one night and there was this girl I hadn't seen before who told me she was a friend of Reggie's. She said Reggie got a call from an old friend in New York and left a couple of hours ago. She handed me a note."

"At least she left a note," Allison muttered.

"Yeah, I suppose," he shrugged his shoulders. Reggie said she was not into the mommy thing and that Marissa was more mine than hers anyway. I could put her up for adoption or whatever she said she didn't care. Then she said it was fun while it lasted. She signed it with a simple, bye. After that, I did the court thing to make sure I had total custody, and that was it."

"Does Marissa miss her mother?"

"Like I said she's a pretty level-headed six-year old. By the time she was 18 months she knew that it was going to be just her and me, at least for a while."

"So, how do I fit in?"

"I can play the role of 'Father Goose" for only so long, sweetie. Sooner or later, probably sooner, Marissa is going to need a woman's touch to help her through what's to come."

"But, what about your sister?"

"Madison has five kids of her own, mostly girls, and if you count my brother, six. She's got her hands full." He turned to look at her pleadingly. "How 'bout it, partner?" He flashed her a sheepish grin.

"Michael," she said looking at him seriously. She always called him Michael when she was being serious. "I love kids and your daughter sounds like a delight, but it's really all up to her. Whether she accepts me as her big sister or a crazy aunt or some weird girl who drops in from time to time is up to her. But...I'll always be your partner, if you'll have me."

He grinned and leaned forward. "A kiss to seal the partnership?"

She planted a tender and loving kiss on his lips. "Deal."

"Now...about this lovely thing that's come between us." His eyes twinkled as he reached down and caressed her shaft. "What exactly are your plans?"

"I have been rock hard waiting for you for hours, my sweet, and as soon as I can get your clothes off I'm going to have my way with you until dinner...maybe later."

"Hmm," he said nuzzling her neck. "I'm all yours."

A few minutes later Allison slowly pushed her condom covered cock through Mike's sphincter and settled her lovely nipples against his chest. "You know, one of these nights you're going to have to learn to prepare yourself for me. I really hate rubbers."

"I hate rubbers too. Oh God, you fill me up so much, sweetheart."

She waited a moment for him to adjust to her girth then slowly began to move inside of him. "I love how it feels to be inside of you. I've only done this a couple of times in the past but when you wrap your legs around me and crush my body to yours, I feel so loved."

"You are," he said softly.

Tears began to well up in her eyes.

"Hey, what's with the waterworks?"

"They're happy tears, my love," she said as she moved to fill him up again, and again, and again.

A NOTE TO THE READER:

© 2015

The author copyrights this chapter, as well as any future chapters of this series. The reproduction of any chapter or part of any chapter of The Wrong Room without the written permission of the author is expressly prohibited. This story is a work of fiction. All of the characters, their names and the places they visit, are purely from the imagination of the author. Any resemblance to persons, places, or things is not intentional and purely coincidental.



The Wrong Room Ch. 05



Part five of The Wrong Room series. Thanks for choosing to read another one of my stories. If you are unfamiliar with this story it might be best to go back to the beginning to understand this relationship, but that's your choice. -Dreamweaver594...



Mike moved in and out of Allison as she wrapped her legs around him and pressed her body to his in a loving embrace. Their movements were gentle and caressing; the undulation of their bodies, entwined together, was passionate.

She dug her nails into his shoulders as her body tensed before her release, a warm wet sensation expanded between them. She felt him swell insider her then fill her with his seed. Beyond the immediate sense of fulfillment that lovemaking gave her, it was the sense of being needed, wanted, and loved that touched her heart as never before.

Eventually, he slipped out of her. They untangled their bodies and he moved to lie by her side, his arm still wrapped across her breasts.

"We should probably get a shower," he suggested, kissing her shoulder.

She stretched and yawned then wrapped her arms around him. "What time do we need to be there?"

"In an hour." He sat up and tickled her ribs. "Come on lazy bones, you go first, you always take longer than me anyway. I'll pack while your getting ready."

"My stuff too?"

"Of course, we got that new carryon bag yesterday so you shouldn't have to check any luggage."

Allison stood up and wrapped her arms around Mike, pressing her naked body against his. "I'm the luckiest girl in the world."

"Luckiest next to me, sweetheart." He turned her around and swatted her butt playfully. "Now go get in the shower or we'll be late. We'll stop by your apartment after we finish up this afternoon to box up anything you might want to take with you to Cincinnati. I'll arrange for a shier to pick them up next week."

She paused a moment and looked at him. A new life with this wonderful man, a fresh start, finally. She'd dreamt of this all her life and now it was finally happening.

She sashayed across the room looking over her shoulder seductively as she walked towards the bathroom door.

"Yes, I know you have an extremely cute little ass, but right now we need to hurry. We have less than an hour now. Scoot!" She giggled and squealed as he lunged at her. She dashed into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.



It was nearly eleven o'clock when two plain-clothes detectives from the third precinct arrived at the reception desk just inside of the glass and mahogany paneled foyer for the law offices of Brock, Babson, and Tonnelly, L.L.C. The office occupied the entire twelfth floor of the Brock Building on Ninth Avenue.

The detectives spoke briefly to the receptionist before Jacob Brock, the senior partner for the firm, was called to the front desk. A few moments later, the detectives were escorted back into the commons room at the center of the office complex. They walked up to Mike and Allison who were busy peering over the shoulders of two junior members of the law firm and trying to grasp the nuances of the software that was installed on Monday.

The first detective cleared his throat. "Miss Allison Baker?"

Allison turned and looked at the two detectives a bit wide-eyed. "Yes?"

"I'm detective Wilson," said the first officer as he gestured to his partner. "This is detective McNamara. We'd like you to accompany us back to the precinct office. We have a few questions we'd like you to answer."

Mike turned and stood between Allison and the two detectives. "What's this about officer?"

"Nothing that concerns you, Sir," said the second detective. "Miss. Baker is a person of interest in the recent murder of Anthony Gleason. We need to speak to her about it."

Jacob Brock cleared his throat and stepped forward. "If you want to question my client, officers, you can do so here, in our conference room." He gestured to a glass enclosed room to his left.

The officers glanced at one another then nodded.

They entered the conference room and the police detectives sat across the table from Allison, Mike, and Mr. Brock.

"Miss. Baker," said detective Wilson, "can you tell us where you were Wednesday night at 2 am?"

"With Mike at the hotel," she responded quickly, not even glancing at her newly acquired attorney, Jacob Brock.

Detective Wilson glanced at Mike. "Can you corroborate that Mr. Williams?"

"Absolutely. You can search the key records at the Hyatt for verification if you want. Why?"

"Around 2:45 am on the night in question," said detective McNamara, "someone put a bullet through the back of Anthony Gleason's head and we're checking with all his known clients. We understand the Ms. Baker owed him money."

"That loan was taken care of," she said looking worried. "You can check with Western Union. A check was sent to him Monday night, paid in full. There should be a record of when he received it."

Mike nodded.

Jacob Brock made several notes. "Apparently, my client resolved her differences with Mr. Gleason well before the incident. From what I understand, the hit was professional. And from what I know of Ms. Baker she isn't in that trade."

The officers nodded, made a few notes, and looked up at Allison. "Would you have any idea who might want Mr. Gleason killed?"

"Take a number, officer," Mike grumbled. "I'm not from around here but everybody says that Gleason was not a well liked man. My colleague made a poor choice in agreeing to a short-term loan from him at ridiculous interest. But that is now in the past. It was paid in full and her dealings with him were over the moment she wired him a check."

"When did you begin employment with Mr. Williams?"

Allison glanced at Mike and stammered a bit. "Eh, Monday..."

"Two weeks ago Monday, officer," Mike said, interrupting. "I was in town for a preliminary meeting with Mr. Brock's firm and I realized that I needed an assistant. Miss. Baker has been a very valuable asset during this transition."

Jacob Brock nodded in agreement to Mike's assessment. "I understand that this is all routine, officer, but my client has clearly stated that she did not have any further contact with Mr. Gleason after Monday night, and Mr. Williams can corroborate that. Now if that is all, Mr. Williams and Ms. Baker have work to finish up."

The officer smiled at Jacob Brock and made a few more notes. "Where can I get in touch with you if I have any further questions?"

Mike pulled out his wallet and handed the officer his card. "We're leaving this afternoon for Cincinnati after we finish up here. My office number is on the card. You can reach either of us there."

"After you speak to me first," Jacob Brock interrupted.

"Of course," the officer said as they both rose and moved towards the conference room door. They nodded to Allison and Mike. "Thank you for your cooperation. We'll be in touch." They turned and left.

"Thank you Mr. Brock, you didn't have to do that but it was greatly appreciated nevertheless," Mike offered extending his hand.

Jacob Brock nodded and shook Mike's hand then he smiled at Allison. "I agree with Mike's assessment, Miss. Baker, it was a very poor choice to get mixed up with the likes of Tony Gleason in the first place. But that's no reason to get dragged around town because the police don't have any clue who really did it. I decided it would serve both our interests to push back a little and give the police the information they needed without wasting a day in the process."

Mike turned to Jacob. "Do you know something about all of this?"

"I have my sources. I've had several run-ins with Tony Gleason in the past. Anybody in the legal profession knows about his bad habits."

"Thank you Mr. Brock," Allison said shaking his hand.

"You're welcome, Miss. Baker. Now if you don't mind," he said, gesturing towards the commons room, "there are several of my beleaguered associates who look rather lost sitting in front of those computers."