Boosted (In The Fast Lane) (16 page)

She rocked back and forth on his cock. She pressed her hands
on his chest for more leverage, trying to avoid his most damaged areas. She
pressed her nails into his skin. What was one more set of imprints against his
skin? Her ass slapped against his hips and thighs as she bounced up and down on
top of him. The lips of her pussy closed tightly around the shaft of his cock
with a vice-like grip. He rubbed his hands over her legs, sides, and breasts.
He then moved them behind to her back followed by her ass. He gripped each
cheek hard, encouraging her to increase her pace on top of him.

She hopped off of him and took his cock into her mouth. She
sucked off the taste of herself from him. She ran her tongue all along his
shaft and then rounded his head with another long lick before placing her lips
back down upon it. She swallowed him up as far down the shaft as she could go.

It was only a brief foray, however. She hopped back on top
of him and once again felt his cock fill her pussy. She bucked on top of him
faster now. She leaned forward and rested all of her weight on her clit. Hannah
dropped down the rabbit hole of orgasm. It was deeper and more intense than any
she had ever experienced. Her toes curled and her teeth chattered. Her spine
contracted and contorted as all of her nerves buckled and collapsed.

Brody took this opportunity to take control. He grabbed hold
of her and turned so that he was now on top. Without ever leaving her pussy he
continued to fuck her while pushing her legs up into the air. Her orgasm ebbed
and flowed in waves as he pounded her pussy. Her pussy stretched to accommodate
his length and girth. Each of his thrusts elicited another yelp of pleasure
from her. She could feel her face going flush.

Brody put her legs over his shoulders and leaned forward.
She was now folded almost completely in half. His cock was deep inside of her
and her pussy had no protection from the intensity of his thrusts. Her arms
writhed around involuntarily. She didn’t know what to do with them. Eventually
she resorted to pulling her own hair just to keep them somewhat stationary.
Brody put his hand around the back of her head and continued to dominate her
pussy with his stiff, thick cock.

He then put his other hand under her lower back. While still
fucking her, he began to lift her in the air. He braced her upper back against
the wall as he kept lifting her. He elevated her so far up that soon he was standing
while holding her in this folded over position. Once he had ascended to this
position, Brody held her against the wall and fucked her in mid-air. Hannah’s
body went limp. She had never been so physically worked over as she was right
now. She was amazed that Brody could muster the energy to fuck her in this way.
She could have reached up and touched the ceiling she was so high in the air.

“Put your arms around my head,” he told her.

Hannah followed his instructions, gripping her hands around
his neck. After he was sure that she was secure, Brody stepped back away from
the wall. He then began to swing her like a pendulum with his cock serving as
the fulcrum. This was almost too much for her. She’d never experienced anything
like it before and doubted she ever would again. She was screaming and her eyes
began to grow wet with tears. She was still in the middle of the throbbing
throes of orgasm and there was no sign that it would let up.

He lowered her down carefully until she was once again
safely on the bed. She was already totally spent but Brody still somehow had
energy to continue. Brody got up from the bed and pulled her toward him. She
turned around so that the upper half of her body was face down on the bed and
her legs were down on the floor. Brody positioned himself behind her and once
again inserted his manhood into her dripping wet pussy. He slapped down his
hands on her ass. Hannah balled her hands into fists, grasping at handfuls of
sheets.

Brody pounded her from behind, shaking the whole bed each
time his cock shot forward. Hannah’s cries were muffled as she pressed her face
down against the mattress. The bed frame slamming against the wall provided
plenty of audio evidence of their fucking to the rest of the apartment complex.
Like it or not, Brody would be far less anonymous to them after what his
neighbors heard on this night.

He now pulled her away from the bed. She was down on all
fours on the floor and he kept fucking her from behind. She was surprised that
she had the strength to hold herself up. She felt like a house on stilts during
a hurricane. Her whole body was trembling. Her breasts slapped recklessly back
and forth. Her eyes couldn’t even focus anymore. The world was nothing but a
euphoric blur. Her nails dug into the carpet. Finally her elbows buckled and
her body began to sink down to the floor.

Brody let her descend to the floor until she was flat on her
stomach. He kept himself inside of her and went down to the floor with her
until his stomach was resting on her back. She turned her face to the side and
Brody met her lips with his once again. It would not have been a viable
position if Brody’s cock had not been as long as it was. But as things stood he
was able to fuck her pussy from an angle that she had never experienced before.
Her state of orgasm quickly returned. Her body writhed underneath him as his
cock found this novel place in her pussy again and again and again.

His pelvis slapped against her ass. His hot breath filled
her ear. His heart beat fast against her back. Her mind went blank. Her body
went numb. The next sensation she felt was Brody shooting his load into her
pussy. His cock let out several jets of semen and Hannah felt every drop splash
against the walls of her inner sanctum. He kept thrusting until he was
completely drained. When he finished he collapsed on top of her in a panting
heap.

They lay in a state of repose on the floor. Brody held
Hannah in his arms. They were both totally sapped of energy and could not even
get up the nerve to climb back onto the bed. Brody managed to softly stroke the
locks of her hair. Neither of them fell asleep though.

“I didn’t think I’d ever be able to do that again,” Hannah
said.

“Why not? You’re not the one who was about to get shot in
the desert.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I should tell you, the only thing that kept me going today
was the small possibility that I might be able to see you again.”

“Really?”

“Uh huh.”

“So you still have to work for these people.”

“That was part of their condition for saving me, I think. It
won’t be like the last week though. It’ll at least be back to normal, I think.”

“Well,” she said, “I’m glad that at least this little
treasure hunt is over.”

Brody was silent then. His body shifted a little as if the
turning gears of his brain were causing his whole body to move.

“Say that last thing again.”

“I’m glad the treasure hunt is over.”

Brody now did more than just stir. He let her go and rose to
his feet.

“I need to go do something.” He began to hunt down his
clothes and throw them on.

“What? Where are you going?”

“Just something I need to take care of.”

“Right now?”

“Yes,” he said. “Right now.”

He was halfway done with dressing and now began to pull on
his shirt.

“I hate to ask this,” he said. “But can I borrow your car
for a little while?”

TWENTY- ONE

Treasure Hunt

Brody drove her car through the night. His mind raced. He
couldn’t believe that he hadn’t seen this all sooner. There wasn’t much that he
could do at this stage. But at least he could communicate what he knew to the
powers that be. He just hoped that it wouldn’t be too late.

He should have seen it coming when they inspected the
colonel’s house after returning from the desert. Half the rooms were empty and
had clearly never been furnished in the first place. The kitchen was stocked
modestly and there didn’t seem to be evidence of any permanent staff beyond his
now deceased body guards. It didn’t seem like the residence of someone who had
all the money he could ever want immediately on hand.

He arrived at the Russian bar, a place from which he’d been
ejected several hours before. He hoped that this trip would be more fruitful
than the last. He walked in to find the same bartender on duty. Not a good
start. He scanned the room in hopes of finding the gunmen who had saved him
earlier in the evening. It was prime time in the bar, the busiest that Brody
had ever seen it. He melted into the crowd in hopes that he could work his way
through the room without the bartender seeing him. All the while he kept a
lookout for any familiar face.

He found them in a corner booth together. They talked close
over empty glasses as if they were the very stereotype of a plotting cabal. No
doubt they were figuring out how to get Sergei’s operation up and running
again. Brody stood in front of them for a long while but none of them bothered
to look up at him. Finally, he decided to speak up.

“Excuse me,” he said. They glanced over at him and in turn a
look of surprise crossed each of their faces. “I need to speak with you. I
think you’ll want to hear what I have to say.”

“Sit.”

Brody accepted the invitation and lowered himself into the
booth.

“What is it that you wanted to tell us?”

These guys didn’t beat around the bush. It was a far cry
from his meetings with Sergei when they would have to have at least two drinks
before talking about any kind of important topic.

“It’s about the car. The BMW. The one that caused all this
trouble.”

“Yes? What about it?”

“Well, the reason it’s so valuable is because of the
inscriptions on the inside, right?”

“That is what they say.”

“And they’re right. But not for the reason we thought.”

“Is that so?”

“Don’t let that car off the ship. Whatever you have to do,
get it back. Make sure it’s someone you trust. But whatever you do, don’t hand
it over to the buyers.”

“They’re paying us an awful lot of money to deliver it.”

“And I’m telling you that it’s probably not a tenth of what
it’s really worth.”

He had caught their attention now. “What do you mean?”

“They said that the inscriptions were about his exploits.
After meeting him yesterday, I’m a hundred percent certain that that’s
bullshit.”

They looked at him with rapt attention.

“Look, this guy did a lot of stuff in the war. But he
doesn’t care about that. What he cares about, and what the people back home
care about, is all that money he walked away with. But what happened to it? He
buys a nice car but he could have had a whole fleet just like it that he
renewed every year. Remember his house? How once we went inside we found that
there was nothing there? No art, no luxury, no staff. He stole all this money
in the war and yet it seems like he never used it.”

“It did seem strange.”

“He didn’t use it because he doesn’t have it. He hid it. He
fucking buried it or stashed it or something. His men spread around the world
and each of them took a chunk. His bodyguards are the children of his
lieutenants. They weren’t just bodyguards. They were hostages. Retainers like
they used to do in the middle ages. Collateral. So none of them would get the
bright idea to start spending their portion of the money. His car isn’t a
tribute to himself. It’s a map. A fucking treasure map to where he stashed it
all. You get that thing translated and the fortune is yours. In six months
you’ll have more gold bullion and ancient artifacts than you know what to do
with.”

They glanced at each other. “You’re sure about this?”

“No,” he admitted. “But it’s worth a look, isn’t it? I’m
telling you. Please. Just make the phone call.”

They nodded to each other. “What do we tell our clients in
Iran?”

“Tell them whatever you want. Tell them you couldn’t find
the car. By the time they find out you’re lying it’ll be too late and you’ll be
too rich to care.”

“For bringing this to our attention we will give you a nice
little piece. Make you a very rich man.”

“No,” Brody said. “I want something else.”

“What is it that you want?”

“My freedom. I don’t want to steal cars anymore. I have
other things that I want to do.”

“What kind of things? I’m sure we can reach an arrangement.”

“Things that are more important to me than money.”

They conferred with each other in Russian. Brody sat
nervously awaiting their decision. He hoped that his anxiety was not reflected
on his face. They didn’t talk for long. It seemed as if they were all thinking
the same thing.

“Go. We have no more title on you.”

Brody was dumbfounded. He didn’t think it would actually
work.

“Really?”

“Yes. If you ever want to work, you know where to find us.”

“What if I’m wrong about the car?”

“If you are wrong then none of us have lost anything. As you
said, it is worth looking.”

“Thank you,” Brody said. He got up to leave but they stopped
him once more.

“Wait.”

Brody turned back to them to find two short stacks of
hundred dollar bills on the table. Twenty thousand dollars.

“Your payment for the car. You should at least be paid for
the work you’ve done.”

Brody took the money from the table and pocketed it. “Thank
you.” He nodded to each of them before leaving the bar, hopefully for the last
time ever.

As he drove home in Hannah’s car he considered all that he
had been through. How close he had come to death. How lucky he was to be alive.
And now here he was, a free man, rolling down the highway back to the woman he
loved. It was the beginning of his new life. And it was all starting behind the
wheel of someone else’s car.

THE
END