6 comments/ 17580 views/ 11 favorites Truth is Subjective By: griffin57 I would like to acknowledge my beautiful co-writer and editor Mistress Joscelyn for her fine work in making this story possible. Thanks, you are one in a million Girl. * It would be an easy detail. That's what my Supervisor told me. Whether he knew it or not, he lied. It turned out to be, not only a game changer, but a life changer as well. But I am getting ahead of myself. My mission was to get an undercover agent away from an entourage, belonging to Princess Yasmina Bengali, Daughter of Sheik Abdulla Ossey Bengali. Bengali was suspected of funding the Jihad terrorist group; Red Crescent. This extremist group made the normal Jihads, consisting of suicide bombers and biological weapons users, look like the Cub Scouts of America. Needless to say, we had to put Sheik Bengali out of commission. Princess Yasmina and her entourage were currently in New York and the Agent had files on a flash drive linking Bengali to Red Crescent. My part in the plan was to contact the agent and slip him and the flash drive, away from the group covertly. Seemed simple enough. I was assigned as one of 5 extra security guards to watch out while the bevy of 20 something partiers were getting down and funky at a private club. There were only 5 guys in the group so I hoped that I could make contact and get to safety, quickly. The extra security came from a local agency and I was the only ringer, filling in for a guy who had never shown up. I subdued the man hours earlier, with a compound that would keep him snoring for the better part of the next two days. After midnight the party really started rocking. Since there were only half the number of guys to girls, some of the younger guards, were asked to take turns dancing with the young ladies. This was a real bad move from a security standpoint, but the spoiled Princess seemed to be use to getting her way. The young ladies, being very nontraditional, were dressed in the height of fashion as they bumped and gyrated to the techno pop beat. Pretty soon it was my turn in the barrel and I was on the dance floor with 3 very feminine partygoers. With the strobe lights, the rocking DJ and all the beauties of middle eastern decent, the place looked like a hangout for a Kardashian reality show. I was hopping that I could get back to mingling and find my contact. Two of the girls, I was dancing with quit the dance floor hoping to rest and to get something to drink. I was alone with the third one and the DJ slowed the beat way down. She smiled at me and slid into my arms. She was so beautiful, I wished that it was under different circumstances. She had dark hair, green eyes and a body to die for. She had danced with just about every guy in the place and I guess it was my turn. She even smelled great and felt so good in my arms. She leaned in toward my ear. "The time has come, the Walrus said." She practically dripped with a beautiful English accent but... this was the password phrase my contact was supposed to use! "To talk of many things." I completed it, stunned that she was my contact. "I have the flash drive on me. We need to get to a safe location." She whispered and then kissed me on the cheek. Safe location, hell. I was thinking somewhere more private would be better. Shit, I had a job to finish. "What do you want to do?" I returned. "Pretend to make out with me and I see if I can talk the Princess into letting me have my own personal guard for the rest of the night." "Will that work?" I whispered. "Yasmina is such a horn dog. Of course it will work." Her lips were on mine and soon our tongues were locked. The things I have to do for my job. After the song was over with, Fiona approached the Princess and chatted for a short time. Yasmina looked up at me several feet away and blew me a kiss. My 'date' returned to me and soon we were headed for the door. We were almost joined at the hip as we walked out into the night air. The bouncer let us through and we moved down the street. By the time we were several blocks away, I leaned close. "Just so I know; what is your name?" The beautiful woman giggled. "I'm Fiona Hughes, handsome." "Hi Fiona, My name is Matthew Trent." "You work for the State Department?" Her hand never left mine. "No, I am on loan from NYPD . I was told that they needed an unknown face." She smelled so good. "I think we are home free..." An explosion, followed by a fireball, rocked the building from where we just left. "What the hell?" I yelled. Looking back down the block the bouncer was picking himself off the ground. He looked down our way and yelled something. From the size of the explosion; nobody inside the club, could still be alive. Fiona and I looked at each other and ran. We were several blocks away when were heard the sirens. Up till then, neither of us had spoke a single word. "What in the bloody hell happened? If we had been 5 minutes slower, that would have been us." "I don't know, Fiona. That couldn't have been meant for you if it got Yasmina." "Bengali has made a lot of enemies over the years. Could be one of them." "In any case." I explained. "That's not our biggest problem. I bet that bouncer thinks that we set off the bomb. There was a security camera outside the club, if it is still intact. They could very well have us leaving the club." "What do you mean?" "This isn't good." I answered. "Our problem is this assignment was supposed to be under the radar. So not only would the police be after us, but Bengali too. If we're caught, the State department will disavow any connection with us. We have to get lost, fast." We put several blocks between us and the club and the neighborhoods started to get rather seedy. We passed several hookers plying their trade. One was on her knees in front of a 'John'. Others were at the curb and engaged in 'negotiations' with prospective clientele. We heard a siren coming closer. It didn't seem to impede the 'festivities' much. Fiona pulled me to a vacant stretch down an alley, as the sirens were got close. "Go with me on this." She quipped. In a flash, she was on her knees and undoing my zipper. "What the Hell." I blurted. She shushed me and pulled my cock out. Her hands put mine to the back of her head as her mouth engulfed me. I was shocked by what she had done, but was also instantly hard. It was so good, I found myself throat fucking her before I knew it. We were suddenly blinded by a spot light, but Fiona continued to suck me off. After a moment or two, the spotlight and the prowl car moved on. I guess her plan had worked. I helped her up and zipped up my pants, feeling very unfulfilled. "Sorry about that Matthew. It was the best idea I could think of on short notice." I mumbled something about it working and we headed farther down the alley and out onto another street. "We have to find a place to hide out." We needed to find a place to hole up for a while. Because of my experience as a cop, I knew of some rent by the week places close by that were low rent enough to be somewhat anonyms. "Do you have any cash on you Fiona? I've got enough on me to get us a place to hide and some food, but I don't know how long it will last." "Glad to know I didn't waste my time." Came a voice behind us. I was so wrapped up with our dilemma, that I failed to notice that we had company. I went to turn and the alley rose up and smacked me. I remembered hearing muffled cries and feeling very cold. My head swam but I fought it off. "Hold still sweetie. You're going to like what Daddy is going to give you." Two police line up rejects had Fiona down. One was holding her shoulders and the other one was sliding up her skin tight dress. I reached for my back up, the only pistol I carried when undercover. It was gone but my stinger was still there. "What the fuck? Hey Gene, check this out. Missy here has a ..." As soon as I could get enough air in my lungs I shouted and the potential rapist rose and turned toward me. I tossed it to him and yelled. "You forgot this Buddy." The imbecile instinctively caught the stinger. He dropped to the concrete and began to convulse. The other hood rose up and leaped for me. But was tripped up by Fiona's quick thinking and her size 9 shoe. He fell just short of me and as he went to pick himself up I easily kicked him in the head. His body kissed the concrete and he laid there, unmoving. Fiona rose to her feet and spit out a rag that was stuffed into her mouth to silence her. "Thanks for the save." She seemed remarkably calm considering she was almost raped. "What happened to that bloke?" She motioned to the first attacker. I picked up my property. It resembled a typical cell phone. "Just something I dreamed up." I explained. "I call it a stinger. Think of it like the child's toy Hot Potato, only instead of it giving off an alarm, it shoots 50 thousand volts into whoever is unlucky enough to be holding it." I found my pistol, took her hand and we set out again into the night. The lodgings we found weren't exactly the Ritz, but it was within our budget and it qualified as a place to rest. There was only one queen size bed, but Fiona insisted that it would work, besides it saved us some more money. Too tired to argue I curled up together with her and was out in no time. The next day I woke up and she was gone. I after a few moments, heard a knock on the door and I let Fiona in. She had with her several bags from different stores and coffee, God bless her. She set them down and turned on the TV to the news channel. "Feast your baby blues on this, Matthew. We seem to be in a bit of a sticky wicket." A news anchor was in the middle of a story. "... And the authorities have issued a BOLO, a 'Be On the Lookout bulletin' for these two people; a man and a woman, seen leaving a downtown discothèque, just before a bomb exploded." A freeze frame shot showed Fiona and myself leaving the club. And the enhanced image caught our faces well. " The club was said to be privately engaged by Princess Yasmina Bengali, daughter of Sheik Abdulla Ossey Bengali of Quran. The Princess and her entourage, escaped serious injury, when security unexpectedly found the bomb and rushed the group out the back of the discotheque. Sadly one of the security guards perished while attempting to disarm the bomb. At the moment NYPD reports that the two suspects are only wanted for questioning." "Like I said, 'sticky'." Fiona tossed one of the bags my way. " Ever cut hair before?" I gave her a puzzled look. ******************* Several hours later we were eating at a fast food restaurant, I was keeping my voices low and whispered. "I tried calling my supervisor from a payphone, He refused to help and had the call traced. I barely got out before four prowl cars showed up. There is something crooked going down and I think that someone wants us to take the fall." I looked across the table at Fiona. She was now a bleach blonde and her hair was much shorter. She was still a knockout and reminded me of Angelina Jolie from 'Life or Something Like it.' We both wore clothes from a local thrift shop. She told me that she was an undercover cop from London and that she got this assignment because she was of middle Eastern decent. Fiona was actually closer to my age of 31, but she looked younger. "I've been trying," she said, "To reach my contact, someone from the state department and nobody even bothered to answer. What are we going to do now, Matthew?" "Do you know where you were supposed to go here in New York?" I asked. She shook her head. "No, that was supposed to be taken care of on your end." "Hmm, and I was told that you were going to cover that." I replied. "Sounds like somebody is very inept or they are playing us and chances are that if we turned ourselves in, we could be charged with terrorism." Fiona looked away as a tear slowly tracked down her cheek. I leaned closer to her and brought my arm around her gently, to let her know that she wasn't alone. It was getting dark so we headed back to our room. We had bought some items from a local dollar store. I showered and shaved as I usually do every night. Fiona was next and told me to take the bed. I assumed that she would sleep on the sofa. When she got through in the bathroom, she slipped into bed and cuddled up to me. "Hope you don't mind, Luv. I just can't be alone." She felt great in my arms. "Matthew," she continued," thank you for saving me last night." " Fiona, I'm grateful that you weren't harmed." She turned toward me. It was like she was studying my face. At last she leaned in and kissed me. She smiled. "That was nice." "Look, I am not expecting anything. I did what I did, because I needed to." "And I need this Matthew." We were soon kissing again and I felt her hand slip into my shorts. Fiona took my hardening cock in her hand and started to stroke me. I groaned and the kiss became more fierce. "Sorry I left you in the lurch last night." Fiona pulled the covers back and soon she had my cock stuffed in her mouth. She was doing a number on my erection. And since last night, being on the run wasn't the only thing keeping me on edge. "My, you have such a tasty cock." She went back to sucking. I could see that she was really getting into her work. So was I matter of fact. How could you not like a beautiful woman sucking the Hell out of you? I soon came and she swallowed every drop. Fiona kissed me, rolled over and spooned up against me. I wrapped my arm around her. "I'd like to return the favor beautiful." "I'd like that too, but believe me Matthew, you wouldn't." She stated flatly. I was wondering what she meant by that. I lowered my hand and discovered the reason behind her trepidation. "I take it that isn't your nightstick officer Hughes." She froze anticipating a bad reaction. I tapped her shoulder and she rolled over. Fiona relaxed a bit when she realized she wasn't mad at her. "I am a good listener Fiona." She studied me a bit and then told her story. It seems Fiona had been born a boy and never fit in anywhere. He joined the police force as a man, but always had a longing to be a woman. He dreamed about dressing in female clothing and having a nice man hold, caress and love her like a woman. One day while on duty, He ran into a group of Trans gendered women on Holiday. He made an inquiry as to who they were. It was a case of kindred souls as they welcomed him into the group. Little by little he realized that he needed to follow the same path. They referred him to a great councilor and soon he was on hormones. The police force was a little put off by his/ her transition, but didn't want a discrimination law suit. Besides, he/she had an immaculate service record. Turned out though, that Fiona's immediate supervisor was a real pervert. He talked a good show, but when Fiona's hair grew out and she received her breast augmentation, he began to take special interest in her. Fiona was naturally beautiful and with her middle eastern heritage, she looked like a real life version of Princess Jasmine from the Disney movie Aladdin. Risking a sexual harassment charge her supervisor started hitting on her and making lewd suggestions. After he was eventually caught in the act, he was discharged. Fiona went back to her job, but the strange occurrence put a strain on her career. Through no fault of her own, everyone was leery of working with her. Because of her special situation, she was made an offer. The deal was to work undercover for two years and she would get early retirement. She was barely done with her first year when she was given an new opportunity to go undercover in Princess Yasmina's entourage. The new deal was to get the evidence on the Princess's father, the Sheik and they would let her retire earlier and would throw in her bottom surgery for free. Fiona was still in the crook of my arm. She gave me a quizzical look. " I'm a bit gob-smacked. You just found out that the woman who blew you was originally a bloke and it doesn't even phase you?" "My sister is a lesbian and my parents are very liberal." I stated as I smiled broadly now. "I have seen as many Gay Pride parades as I have seen Macy's Thanksgiving Day parades. Many of my friends are from the LGBT community." "So are you gay or Bi?" "Neither, I am attracted to women and you definitely fit that description." "You don't think I am weird?" She wondered. "Sure I think you're weird. That is a crazy accent; where you from?" I teased. Fiona shook her head, turned back around and snuggled up close. After a few minutes she finally broke the silence. "Matthew, what do you think of me?" "I think," I said, as I put my arm back around her, "you are a decent police officer that got put in a bad situation and you are making the most of it." "No, I mean me as a person." Fiona rolled back over and our faces were just inches apart. "I think you are beautiful and a very spercial woman." I said in as sexy of a voice that I could muster. "Do you still think I am a beautiful and sexy woman with this." Fiona took my hand and put it on her now flaccid cock. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. "Most of what makes you a woman comes from here," I kissed her forehead, "and from here." I touched the spot on her skin over her heart. Fiona hugged me tight and cried on my shoulder. I held her for the longest time. Until she finally looked up at me. She dried her tears on a sleeve of her nightshirt. "You really get me Matthew.... You truly see the real me. Why couldn't I have met you earlier?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Because we weren't supposed to meet until now." The kiss was mutual and spontaneous and it grew with a serious passion. Our tongues intertwined and it became very clear to me how special she really was. I didn't see her as a trans-woman, just a woman. She was simply Fiona and that is all I cared about. She squeaked when I rolled her on top of me. We were soon lost in kissing again. Fi raised up and shucked her nightshirt. Her breasts were perfect and her smile spoke volumes. "I have never been with another man Matthew. You are the only one who has been able to break down all the walls I put up to protect myself." She was offering herself to me and I was very honored by her gift. "What do you want Fi?" "Make love to me my darling. No caring about tomorrow, we'll worry about that later. Just make love to the woman you see before you. The one that wants you so bad." Fiona slid down my body and was soon wrestling with my briefs. I was hard again and she went back to slathering my erection with her lips and tongue. What she was doing to me only made me want her more. Fi raised up and held my erection as she began to squat over me. My freshly lubed cock was slowly enveloped as she lowered herself on to me. "So good." she murmured. Fi's gaze locked onto me as she bottomed out. Her groans became more lusty as she worked me in and out of her ass. She wasn't the only one getting into the spirit. My cock felt like it had been in a very warm and juicy vise. Every time she raised up, I felt like she was milking my dick and every time she dropped, I thought I was going to skewer her. She continued on like this for several moments and I was close to going over the edge, but the sudden drop on every stroke kept me from orgasm. "How do you like----me now?" she moaned. She shuddered on top of me and had to cover her mouth with her hand to keep from screaming. I rolled her off me and she scrambled to the place I had just vacated. I raised her ass up and plunged into her. Fi's cock was still dribbling cum as I shot my load into her. This time it was my yell that was stifled by her hand. I collapsed on top of her and rolled to my side. Our kiss was only broken because of our ragged breathing and that too, soon subsided. Truth is Subjective The morning found us stilled entwined with the sheets and each other. Fiona was facing me and even though she was still asleep, had an adorable smirk on her face. She was at peace and even in the stark light of the morning, was amazingly beautiful. Her eyes slowly opened. "Morning, my handsome fella." Her sleepy smile warmed my heart. Fi turned around and snuggled up to me. "You know, I could get use to waking up with a beautiful woman in my arms." We laid there for the longest time. It was like we had found this unexpected contentment with each other and didn't want to break the magic. Suddenly her cell phone chirped. After a few moments of conversation she brightened up. "Looks like we can finally breathe a sigh of relief. That was my contact from your state dept. They want us to come in." ******************* Two hours later we were at the designated address. It was a nondescript brownstone that had been converted into offices. We entered the building and were confronted by two very large men of the no neck variety. I thought there was going to be trouble, but it seems they were only security. One stayed at his post while the other motioned for us to follow. We were taken to a waiting room and finally a middle-aged man entered. "The time has come the walrus said." Fiona simply nodded and sighed, glad to be finally rid of the flash drive. "Well done officer Hughes." He introduced himself as Anthony Burger from the State Department and was grateful for the work we did. "Hopefully this will put a big dent in Red Crescent's funding." We were again told to wait. He left the room and almost an hour later returned; his expression was a bit forlorn. "We seem to have a few problems. The evidence you collected seem to indicate that Bengali was actually working a sting with Homeland security and the CIA. He was actually gathering evidence against Red Crescent, locating operatives here in the US." "Why wouldn't you have known that before?" I asked He shook his head, a bit embarrassed. "Apparently we were kept out of the loop." "Ah! Then you still have valuable Intel on those blighters. It's a win all the way around." Fiona piped up. "Not really, the Princess turned up missing and we think a Red Crescent cell has her somewhere in the city. Her father just notified us of the ransom demands. Apparently they are asking for 10 million dollars for her safe release." I shook my head. "Red Crescent will never release her. Chances are she is dead already." "Yasmina might be a bit spoiled, but she's a right trooper. We just need to find her." Fiona determined. "Well unless you have a crystal ball in your back pocket my dear, she doesn't stand a chance." Fiona smiled. "I will do you one better Mr. Burger." She handed him a small slip of paper. "This is the frequency of the tracking device I planted on her as a precaution." The middle-aged man gave Fi a look of sudden admiration. "Young Lady, you may have just saved the day." **************** We found where the cell was hiding her. Since Fi and I were both police officers, Mr. Burger asked us to come along. I think he was grateful for the extra help, seeing as he didn't have time to call in back up. The three of us, along with the two beefy security men converged on the warehouse where the Princess was being held. We took them by complete surprise. They never found the bug that Fi planted on the Princess. There were only four Jihadis and they were soon subdued. We broke into the office where Yasmina was tied to a chair, while fifth member had a gun to her head. He was one of Yasmina's entourage from that night at the club. I guess I wasn't the only ringer there. "You will leave now or I will put a bullet in her brain." His English was now heavy with a Middle Eastern accent. Fiona took a step forward. "You Danny.... you're Red Crescent?" "Yes Fiona, seems like I wasn't the only one with a secret." He quipped sarcastically. We kept our weapons trained on him. "Like I said, back off or her 'Highness' gets to meet Allah, now." "Wait, we have Intel on your group, that we haven't turned in yet. Could we trade that for Yasmina?" Burger started to object when Fiona silenced him with a look. "Matthew here, has it on his cell phone." The terrorist seemed to be intrigued. "I want the three of you to lay your guns down and back off, or the Princess won't see tomorrow." Burger and his two companions hesitated and then laid down their pistols They started to back away and the gunman stopped them. "Now lay face down on the floor and do not move." The men complied. He still kept a pretty good eye on Fi and me. "Now lay down your pistols and kick them toward me." The man Fi called Danny yelled and then kicked the pistols behind him. "The cell phone. Lay it on the floor and slide it to me." I pulled it out of my pocket, knelt down and slid it his way. Suddenly the terrorist brought up his pistol. "Now I'm afraid I am going to have to kill you all." He pointed his weapon at Fiona. With no time for any other decision, I leaped in front of her as the pistol barked. I felt the impact on my back and a searing pain in my right shoulder. As he went to take another shot, the sound of a loud police siren coming from right outside, made him change his mind. He made a grab for the cell phone. The fifty thousand volts that suddenly coursed through his body gave him something else to think about for quite a while.. ******************** The clean up was quick. Not only was princess Yasmina safe, but we managed to bust up a small terrorist cell. Of the five members of Red Crescent, only two survived; Danny and one of the others. Of our group, I was the only one that was wounded. The state department was cleaning up the scene while I laid on the gurney in the back of the ambulance. Fiona hovered over me like a momma bird over her chick. Fiona's eyes were glassy. "You took a bullet for me Matthew. You didn't have to do that. I was wearing a vest too." The attendant returned. "Actually his vest took the bullet for you. The blood is from a bit of shrapnel that his shoulder took when the bullet fragmented. "So he's going to be alright?" Fiona asked the attendant. The paramedic smiled. "I think he has a few more miles left in him." "Looks like you are stuck with me girl." I remarked. Fiona smiled and kissed my forehead. "You better not leave me alone, you wanker." She giggled as tears ran down her cheeks. "What you did means that I can really trust you. After all the shit I have went through with my transition, I thought I would never be able to trust another man, ever again." I looked up at her. I could see what she felt in her eyes. I started to tear up myself. I looked away. "Oh ....this is stupid!" "What?" Fiona sniffed as she knelt next me in the back of the ambulance. "I remember a day years ago when, I was talking with my Mom. I asked her how I would know when I would find the right girl for me. She smiled and glanced at Dad in the other room. She told me not to worry, because when the time came, I would know and there would be no question in my heart. That moment came for me the other night Fiona. The night when I held you so close that I could feel your heart beating in time with mine." Tears fell on my shirt as she leaned over me. Her lip quivered as she whispered. "What did you know Matthew?" I smirked. "You want me to spell it out for you, don't you girl." Fiona repeated her little nod, all of her attention was now fully centered on me. "You're actually going to make me say this aren't you?" I asked again. From outside the ambulance I heard the attendants' voice. She stayed back to give us privacy, but by the remark, you could tell she was somewhat annoyed. "Just tell her you love her and lets get going, ya big dope." As if on cue, I gazed into Fiona's eyes. "I love you Fiona. With all my heart, I love you." "I love you too Matthew." She declared as she hugged and kissed me. "Hallelujah." The attendant remarked as she rolled her eyes and started to pack equipment away. "Now let's get you to the hospital." "You coming with me Fi?" She then nodded emphatically. "She better be Honey. Because you need all the watching over you can get and as soon as I get you to the hospital - we as in you and I - are history." The attendant drawled. The three of us laughed and soon the ambulance was on the way to the hospital. "But, Matthew. What are your parents going to think---- with me being---you know?" I smiled. "Dad and Mom are going to love you Fi." *************************** My wound turned out to be simple, as these things go, a bullet fragment just grazed me. But I also had a pretty good bruise on my back where the flack vest stopped the slug. Fiona and I became inseparable. The next day, Mr. Burger and another gentleman stopped at the hospital for a visit. The man from the State department complemented us on our quick thinking and thanked us for our fine service. He said that he was putting us both up for commendations. They then granted Fiona a permanent visa, so she could stay in the US as long as she liked. The second man stepped forward. Turns out that he was a representative of Sheik Bengali. He made a most eloquent speech on how the Sheik was so grateful for saving his daughter's life. We were to have an open invitation to visit him and his family when ever we wished. The man then handed me a leather valise and said it was a small token of appreciation from Sheik Bengali. The two men then exited and left us alone in the hospital room. I opened the valise. Inside was more money than I had ever seen outside of a bank vault. Fiona and I gaped at each other in amazement and then broke into rolling fits of laughter. ************************** A while later, my Dr. came in for one last checkup and it was his duty to give me enough bad news to rain on our little parade. Seems I had a lovely little staff infection in the shoulder wound and would have to stay for a while longer. Fiona thought it would be a good idea to get our 'little' retirement nest egg into a bank. She said she had some errands to run and would be back later. They stuffed me full of antibiotics and told me I could probably leave in a day or two. After a while, my Dad and Mom came to visit and they both fussed over me like all parents do. They brightened up when I told them about Fiona. They were anxious to meet her, but while they were there, she called and said that she couldn't return to the hospital until the following day. They both talked to her on the phone briefly and both were quite smitten with my Fiona. I asked them to do me a favor. The massive dose of antibiotics did their job and in two days, I was deemed well enough to leave the hospital. Fi had returned and was back to her mother hen self, grousing at everyone she felt wasn't helping me fast enough. I asked her what she had been up to and she remained a bit evasive, but I could tell she was happy so I just let it slide. My parents found her quite adorable and the three of them chatted for a while, almost surreptitiously. It almost seemed like I was being purposely left out of the loop. I got my discharge papers and my young male nurse rolled me out the front door. He gasped at what was parked at the curb and my gasp wasn't far behind. A huge stretch limo was taking up most of the parking area. As we approached, a driver popped out and ran to the rear door to open it. Everyone watched to see who would emerge, but I looked at Fiona and realized that no one was getting out; we were getting in! "Wow," I said, "Top notch service, what's this all about?" "Compliments of Sheik Bengali," Fi replied, "All for the hero who saved his daughter." "I had plenty of help, Fi. It really wasn't...." "Just go with it Luv," She interrupted. We stepped inside the huge Limo's back seat and Fi ran her hand across my chest and tweaked my nipple, making the purpose of this trip abundantly clear. "So we have a date at the Waldorf?" I asked in a higher pitch than usual. Fi laughed and then said, "Well in a way, I suppose, but much more mobile!" More and more mysterious; she definitely knew how to turn me on. The Limo made it's way down to one of the piers where the cruise liners were all docked. I thought I had guessed our destination. "Ah ha! A cruise?" I queried, "or maybe a whole ship?" I laughed at my own little joke. I was quickly silenced by the arrival of a large ocean going yacht. I looked at her. "You're kidding?" She shook her head. "You're not kidding! You mean this is," I swallowed, "for us?" "This is your ride, Luv." She put her arm around my waist. "This is the Diana 190, Sheik Bengali's personal vessel; the most incredible yacht on the seven seas. All for you." I stood there in awe and I think she was finally satisfied with the effect of her surprise. This was luxury at the top of the scale and the helipad on the aft deck, said it better than anyone could. A large gang plank was lowered and we were graciously escorted by crewmen that had obtained our luggage from the cab. A well appointed skipper welcomed us. "So good to see you again, Mistress Fiona. It will be an enjoyable cruise with you aboard. His Highness sends his highest regards." "Oh Phillip, you smooth talker you. This is our special guest, Mr. Trent. Please make sure that Matthew wants for nothing on this voyage." "Welcome aboard Sir!" he said as he snapped to attention. "If there is anything that 'The Diana's' crew can do to make this voyage more pleasurable Sir, you need but to ask!" "With your permission, Mistress, we will be casting off soon and departing for the Bahamas in a few minutes." Once again my jaw dropped as I heard our destination. "So we are on our way to..." Now Fi was beaming, "Yes, three weeks of doing nothing but wandering around the beautiful islands of the Bahamas. And the only thing you have to concentrate on mister... is lil ol' me!" "Wow, what away to go." I pulled her close. "Fi, honey; should it concern me that a man like Phillip calls you Mistress when he obviously makes more money than the two of us put together?" "No worries Luv. We sailed from England to New York, when I was part of Yasmina's entourage." "And you were...a...?" I squeaked, trying to find a good way to phrase it. "A Mistress," She said simply, "You couldn't really expect I'd let just any bloke tie ME up in my...position. So I had to be the one tying the other people up." Fi cast her eyes downward and drew an imaginary picture on my chest. "That required be to make myself out as a ... well a ...dominatrix." She locked her sexy eyes on me. You could almost feel the lust in the air. "That doesn't bother a big, strong police officer like you, does it? I wouldn't want you to get your knickers in a bunch." "M-M-Me?" I squeaked. "I guess as long as I don't have to wear a dog collar or anything." I tried to act nonchalant and failed miserably. "Wow, that might be hot!" She laughed. "Maybe next time Baby." She teased. Eventually our purser came up with some wonderful fruit and rum drinks, that went straight to my head, after several days of hospital food. Fiona left me on the aft deck as we continued to sail southward. The sun started to set and seemed to dip into the ocean. I felt a gloved hand on my shoulder. The black kidskin opera length gloves made my dick seriously twitch, but it was the rest of her outfit that brought my world to a screeching halt. A calf skin corset just barely covered her magnificent tits and a calfskin leather miniskirt was just barely able to cover her ass, till she bent over to kiss me. It quickly gave up the fight and I took the opportunity to cup her beautiful naked derrière. Fi crawled into my lap and kissed me passionately. She wore black fishnet stockings and thigh-high calfskin boots with a least 5 inch spiked heels. "So mister," she whispered into my ear, after licking it tenderly' "you think you're ready to take care of your mistress tonight?" No words were really necessary, and my answer stood out plain and proud as she stood up. I was too horny to wait even a millisecond more. I let her lead me to our stateroom, watching the way her ass moved as she walked ahead of me. 'Hubba, hubba' I thought. Her bottom end seemed to have more moves than a bagful of bobcats. As we reached our stateroom and as I lock the door, Fi slipped into my arms. Now I could get serious about this woman, who had taken my heart so fully. I captured her against one of the king-sized bed posts and pulled her breasts out of the corset, licking one while tweaking the other. I then sucked on her other nipple and continued the torture with it's counterpart. Fi writhed against the bedpost till I bodily picked her up and tossed her on the incredibly soft bed. "I need you in me NOW, Luv!" I made a quick grab for the bottle of lubricant, that was conveniently setting on the nightstand. I brought her legs up onto my shoulders so we could go at it in missionary style and I would be able to take my time and make love to this beautiful woman. I warmed the lube and took my index finger and gently swirled it around her 'pussy'. The lube allowed it to slide in and she gasped approval. I added another finger and then a third. Fiona moaned and even shook with anticipation. I finally lathered up my cock and slid into her an inch at a time, making the experience a sweet, torturous pleasure for us both. As I heard her make more and more, sighing moans, I knew it was time to start long dicking her and she was most responsive. "Oh, Darling!" she cried, "I need you... ALL of you, fuck me sweetheart! Oh God ogodogodogod I...I'm going to...AHHH!!!" As she started to scream, I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. My own orgasm hit hard and fast, knocking the wind out of me. I then simply collapsed next to Fiona. "Baby, you are all woman," I finally gasped out and meant it, "and I never want you to be apart from me!" A smile that was half elation and half ecstasy graced her features. Now that she could get her own breath back, she noticed a small box on the pillow next to her head. She made a grab for it and paused looking into my eyes. "Matthew....for me... are you...?" She never got out anything more as I kissed her and took her shaking hands and helped her open the box. A five-carat engagement ring, perfectly sized, looked back at us from the little box. "Well, you better see if it fits, I may not..." I started to say, but never finished as she slipped the ring on and kissed me so deeply that I almost forgot where I was! "Oh, Matthew," she was crying again, "but what about your parents? I love them, but is this what they would want for you?" "Who do you think pick up the ring while I was in the hospital? The jewelry store doesn't really deliver." I laughed. "Oh, my love," she said, "and my hero!" Fiona and I spent the next three weeks wandering around the Bahamas. We explored the islands, snorkeled and frequently made love, not necessarily in that order. We were married in high style, with the Sheik and all of our relatives in attendance. In fact the Sheik himself, gave the Bride away. His daughter, Yasmina was thrilled to be Fiona's maid of honor and surprisingly enough, Anthony Burger stepped in as my best man. He was the one that sort of got us together in the first place. Everyone had a grand time and we soon set out on our honeymoon... but that, as they say, is another story.