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The Way To The Underground (x Lindxi)

BlackTalon

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A loud roaring engine can be heard from down the street, the honking of a horn and suddenly the impenetrable sound of brakes against the tires of a car that lasts about twenty seconds before they stop. A car door can be heard smacking shut as a few loud footsteps can be heard and suddenly a bell ring and an impatient knock on the door as a sigh came out from behind the door. It seemed like someone was in a hurry to pick something or someone up. A voice could be heard from behind the door “Come on open!” the loud and slightly angered voice sounded impatient and annoyed. Another knock followed shortly after the previous knock, about a half minute later than the previous one.

As she would open the door, she would see her ex-boyfriend. Well more to say the one she was previously seeing, as their relationship was quite hard to comprehend with terms like Boyfriend and Girlfriend. He looked quite the same as he always looked like. His hair was medium long and dark brown as it was swept up into a nice looking Crest that fit his face, although his light blue eyes were completely the opposite with his hair, they looked quite matching. He also had a nice and handsome face and his smile complimented that even more, that is when he smiled. Ron wasn’t the man who smiled allot, he was the serious type of guy and didn’t take allot of bullshit from other people. And as always he had camo-dark greenish t-shirt that was tightened amongst his quite impressive muscular upper body. He was wearing normal jeans as always and his black combat shoes were shining as always. He took good care of himself and it was noticeable as always. He had an impatient look on his face as he looked at her “You ready?” he said with a quite annoyed voice, he looked sleepy and was quite irritated as he was standing in front of her door “Why did you call me that late with that much distress in your voice.” He said to her, not waiting for her answer “You know what, explain it to me on the way, I’ve got everything ready in the car, get your stuff and we’ll go” he said with all ease and walked back to the car and as he reached it, he went to lean against the front of the car, waiting for her to get her stuff and come to him.

The car was a matte black Dodge Ram, a real man's car as the publishers said it. He had the car back in the past already, since he was 18 years old he had this car and it still looked brand new and clean. The trunk was open as Ron was waiting for her to put her stuff in it. Ron looked over at her front door and couldn't help but bring back the memories of her. He looked over at the ground as he lit up a cigarette that he took from his pocket along with his lighter and inhaled from it gently. He looked back up at the front door as he sighed and let out the smoke that had filled his lunges. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed once more "Why this late" he repeated to himself on a whisper tone "What could be so wrong that she needs my help" he continued. He took another drag from the cigarette and looked over at the front door again to finally await her arrival. This in his opinion took too long already.
 
RE: The Way To The Underground

Nicky heard the sound of Ron's black Dodge a block away. Her stomach muscles tightened as she remembered the jobs they had done together and the nights. The twenty-six year old had never let herself consider Ron as more than a business partner and occasional fuck buddy, never a boyfriend or lover. An emotional connection of any sort wasn't in the cards for her and when he finally went his separate way, she had hated that fact that she didn't want him to go, that he had got to her. If her brother Nate hadn't got himself into deep, deep trouble, she would never have made the call.

Taking a glance around the fly specked wall paper of the rent-by-the-hour roadside motel, she had chosen, she left a twenty on the scarred nightstand next to the key, picked up her duffle and walked outside. It was windy and her long black hair flicked out and whipped about until she put down the duffle bag and quickly fashioned a loose braid that she used a thick rubber band to keep the end from unraveling. She hadn't dressed up for Ron. In fact, her faded jeans, blue foot ball jersey and black leather hiking boots that hadn't been polished in years screamed the opposite. It was as if she had underdressed, done everything she could to minimize the full womanly curves of her body. As if she was disclaiming her sexuality.

It was funny, because since going pro and breaking into the Unified Women's MMA circuit, her bouts had emphasized her mixed-race sensuality. Her dad had come over from the Philippines in the 1980s and her mother was Louisiana Creole. Men seemed drawn to her sensuality. Nicky frankly didn't give a fuck anymore. Oh there were a few porn videos of her still to be found on the Internet from when she was eighteen and she had fucked more men than she could count over the years. But now, Nicky asked nothing from nobody to use the vernacular ... until now.

She must have drifted off into old memories, most of which she wanted no part of, because when she looked up, Ron already there, parked in front of the motel, trunk open. He had a cigarette dangling from unsmiling lips and looked good, real good. "Ron," she said, "its so fucking good to see you." Her voice held more emotion than usual, because she really hadn't expected him to come. People didn't put themselves out for other people in her experience. And now she was going to have to tell Ron a bit about her past. Something she had pretty much avoided discussing when they were working together. Well, to be honest, that was one of his complaints. She never told him anything about herself.

Who would with her history? "I've got a brother," she said. "And he's in trouble." This was probably more than she had ever shared with him and the tightness in her voice said she hated having to open up even this much.
 
RE: The Way To The Underground

Ron couldn’t help but smile as he saw her, he still remembered the things they did in the past as if they happened yesterday and it all flew through his head in one big flashback. The sex and the jobs, it was all a pleasurable past except for the discussions they had about her past that she didn’t want to share and the situation they were in. It was a sad breakup and ended up in him leaving her because he knew nothing of her and she didn’t share anything with him. But now she called him and he couldn’t just let her be in trouble like that. How long it was that he didn’t see her, the past erupted in his mind and he couldn’t help but feel what he felt that year ago. So here he stood, in front of her doorstep of her room. He was smiling as he saw her, her casual clothing wasn’t what he used to see from her, her sexy clothing had now switched into a casual outfit that didn’t put the emphasis on her sexy female curves. That what he found strange.

Ron looked at her as she said that and nodded, his face returned to the neutral, unsmiling face. “It’s been a long time” he said with a delighted voice though. He looked at her coming over and was enchanted again by her beautiful face and simplicity that made her as charming as she was, he still didn’t forget how she was in the past and how she was in every aspect. And as he remembered that he couldn’t just comprehend what she had just told him. A Brother? A Brother ! His mind turned upside down and exploded for a second. He then returned to reality only to not believe what he just heard.

Ron looked at her with unbelieving eyes “A brother? And you never told about him?” he started doubting, had she gone insane or was she just messing with him, it wouldn’t be to his surprise, seeing as he had left her a year ago without much of a goodbye. But then he looked into her eyes and listened to her voice. He knew now that she was serious about it. He flicked away his cigarette and stood up, going to her as he stood about one meter away from her “What kind of trouble?” he asked with a gentle voice, this was something she was having trouble with telling him as he knew how she spilled nothing out of her past and now suddenly a brother appeared out of nowhere. But that wasn’t all he wanted, not just the explanation, he wanted to grab her into his arms and hug her as they did in the past, his body desperately wanting to feel her soft touch against his rough body but his mind was stronger. He knew he shouldn’t do something like that as she was explaining something of grave importance.
 
Nicky felt her own face break into an atypical grin at Ron's obvious pleasure in seeing her. It almost embarrassed her to smile and she wanted to hide her face, but instead, she let him see that she too was pleased that he was back at least temporarily in her life. She had never blamed him for leaving. She knew it was because she hadn't been able to open up emotionally. Since he left, she had actually gone to counseling with a priest at the downtown mission. Oh there were no enormous breakthroughs, but she had a better sense now about how totally screwed up she was. Progress. Right?

"Yeah, it's been a long time. And you know, I'm really glad you're here." She had then told him about her brother and he exploded in his own questioning fashion. She couldn't blame him. The truth was the only thing she had told him about her family was that her parents were dead. But now faced with his shock, she had to laugh. "I didn't spring from a cabbage patch. Yeah, I've got an older brother. We're not close." For the first part of the sentence, her voice had held a kind of sassy laugh. But the by the end of the sentence, the sass had faded into flat bitterness. Anyway, he was running drugs as a falcone for the Jalicsco Cartel south of Tijuana. Not that he had to do this, he fucking got admitted to medical school and finished the first year before dropping out in the second. I guess he lost the drugs or they were stolen or he gambled away the drugs."

She glanced over at where Ron had flicked his cigarette. So he was smoking again. She had kind of nagged him into halfheartedly quitting when they were last together. Now, she kind of wished that she smoked. It might have helped ease the tension. "Anyway," she continued. "He's being held for a million dollar ransom if they haven't shot him yet." She laughed without any joy. "Why anyone would believe that any rational person would pay money to get Nate back, I haven't a clue. But he was always good at selling a story. I'm headed down that way and kind of wanted back up. Stupid right? No way am I getting Nate back."
 
Ron had always been weak to her smile, that exposition of her happiness and pleasure, the sight alone made him smile as well. She knew far too well that her smile automatically triggered his smile alongside with hers. He smiled gently at her and looked at her “I’m glad that I’m here as well Nicky” he said with a gentle smile. And as he heard her explaining the first part, he sighed as he looked at her “So a dead beat older brother who runs drugs for some no lives huh?”

He then listened to her second part as he lit up another cigarette, inhaled the smoke and then filled his longue with that smoke. He then exhaled the smoke as he looked at her “I understand” he nodded at her and smiled handsomely “I’ll help you Nicky, for the sake of our past” he smiled as he went with her to the trunk “Come here” he said with a soft voice. He opened the trunk and pulled out a bag which looked military, a green/brown camouflage was on it as a sign of the marines was on it. He opened it up and revealed what seemed an arsenal of weapons. The first weapon Nicky could see was an M4a1 assault rifle with a silencer on it, a red dot sight and what seemed to be a black urban camouflage, the next was a green camouflaged M21 EBR sniper rifle with a silencer and a rifle scope on it. The following weapon or weapons were two M9 handguns which were black camouflaged as the assault rifle, both with silencers on it. The next impressive was a series of different combat knives, all with different sizes and forms, the most impressive though were the boxes of ammo, each tagged with their sizes and caliber on it.
Ron then smiled as he closed the bag and then closed the trunk as he looked at her “I knew something was wrong, the sound of your voice set me off and I knew you were in trouble, also I never expected you to call just out of the random like that, not after a year” he inhaled and exhaled some smoke and then he softly pet her head and smirked softly “Also I was scared of your reaction when you were going to see me after that long time” he chuckled as he was clearly joking.

Ron then continued to look at her and then smiled once more, a bit wider then before “So where do we go to?” he went to driver’s seat and entered the car, opening the passenger’s door “Get in” he said on his always dry tone, that’s how she knew him, his always dry tone was nothing more than his usual way of getting around with talking with other people. He felt like they were back in the past, just one of their jobs they were doing once again. He was happy to be with her once again.
 
Nicky had shrugged at Ron's description of her brother. It was true, but she felt no particular desire to expand on what she had already said. That alone had left her feeling emotionally raw. So she simply said, "Thanks," when Ron told her he would help. Truthfully, when he had showed up at the front of her pay-by-the-hour motel room, she had known then that he would help. Everything else was just window dressing. Grunting lightly, she shifted her duffle bag into the trunk and then nodded without surprise as he showed off his artillery. She actually had some experience on all those weapons thanks to the training he had given her earlier. In those days, their idea of a date was hitting the firing range or hitting a Dojo. Though she had a sense of how to fight when she first met Ron, it was he who had gotten her into systematic, serious martial arts.

The style she had focused on after he left was called Krav Maga and the sixty-five year old man who had taught her the style was ex-Israeli special forces. Three years of training in the art had given her a black belt and helped her succeed very nicely in woman's mixed martial arts. She glanced approvingly at the nine millimeter handguns. She had her own combat knive sheathed in her boot and a Glock 27 .40 S&W in a belt sheath at her back. She could reach either weapon with surprising speed if needed. Nicky had no license for concealed carry. Oh she might have managed to get one, but when you have a string of prostitution convictions, shoplifting, B&E etc., as a juvenile and later as a nineteen year and twenty year old, well, you didn't necesarilly apply for a license to carry. Nicky hadn't been arrested since she was twenty. And she hadn't used drugs or alcohol since then either. But her history would always be there even if she had never shared it with Ron.

"You did well Ron," she told him with a laugh. "I've got my passport and a few goodies in my own bag. Maybe it'd be best to drive the speed limit," she told him with a quick wink, knowing it wasn't likely. Then she followed his lead and slid into the Dodge buckling up. "Got any blues?" she asked. Nicky played bass with a local band and had a strong preference for the Louisiana blues. It felt good to be with Ron again. And just maybe, there was hope for her asshole of a brother ... maybe.
 
Ron smiled and nodded as he started the engine of the Dodge, the engine roared loudly as he started it and he looked at her “Where do we head off first?” he asked with a serious look on his face. She knew as much as he that he liked to drive at a decent speed, not the speed the speed limit indicated. He wasn’t the person that had a large amount of patience on the road, his driving skills were unseen though, from the past she knew that he was exceptionally good at driving his car.

He smiled as he buckled up after starting the engine and fixed his rear-view mirror and yawned gently. He looked at her afterwards and looked at her “We can drive about 2 or 3 hours already but I need some sleep later” he said with a kind voice and yawned again.
He smiled at the compliment and knew this was going to be like the past, just him and her going out, doing something they probably shouldn’t and come out of it with some scratches but the pride of doing it anyway. The moment she called he knew something was going to drag them back together, otherwise the call wouldn’t have taken place, he actually was happy that he was back here with her. His face sold it out, a happy smile was on it as he shifted into first gear and started heading of too where she had told him to go. He shifted into second gear quite fast as the car had already pulled up to the speed where he could shift. Then afterwards third gear and he continued driving at 74 miles per hour, going quite fast for the normal road but it was midnight, barely anybody was driving and so he took advantage of that. He wanted to make it there fast because he knew as well as Nicky knew, that her brother had a slim chance of survival but it became better now that he was with her.


He would have plugged in his radio and entered a few CD’s into the multiple dock of the CD-player and then started the first one. Blues, he knew that she loved it and he had taken precautions to have it in his car all the time. Because he liked it as well but not as much as Nicky did. His normal music would be of a harder nature, Rock and Soft Metal were his favorite kinds as the army didn’t play anything else. But now, here they were sitting about half a meter from each other as they were driving off to save her brother. Somewhere in his mind he couldn’t grab that she called him to help her. Somewhere in him he thought that she would be furious to see him again.
 
Three hours and two hundred and fifty miles passed quickly as Ron navigated to the border town where Miles X had set up shop. He was the "friend" who had called her about Nate's problem. She had first met Miles a long time ago. God, she must have been seventeen. Nicky thought. Desperate to help her brother and somehow listening as Miles came up with a way to make money fast.

"Miles is a small time drug dealer with aspirations for the big time," Nicky told Ron. "He's always looking for the next big thing and has the connections to supply a lot of the rave parties in his neck of the woods. Now he called me about Nate and he claims to know where they're holding him. But Miles gives nothing away for free. So you know, we'll talk to him. See what deal he wants to cut. But I don't want to do anything that fucks up your life or puts us in the way of law enforcement."
She didn't tell Ron that Miles had actually suggested if she slept with him and turned a few tricks for some friends of his, he'd give her the information on Nate. It wasn't that Miles needed her to turn tricks or any money he might make, no, Miles just hated to see anyone crawl out of the muck. He had dragged her down once. She knew he had his hooks firmly in Nate and this was his way of keeping the game going.

When they rolled into El Paso, Ron was yawning. She suggested they find a place so stay. His choice proved decidedly more upscale than her's had been. Nicky hated spending money. She had money now, a nice nest egg saved up, but she still felt pain every time, she had to part with any significant amount of it. Ron would be surprised to know that she actually had a bank account now and used a debit card. She had a credit card, but she didn't use it.
 
Ron had listened to her explaining about Miles, the lowlife crook that was going to abuse them in any way he saw fit. He didn’t like it and so he looked at Nicky as she said that “We’ll listen to his ‘payment’ but if he gives something grotesque or what I think is bullshit, I’ll get the information out of him” he said with a determined face as they pulled up in front of the motel they were going to sleep at. Nicky would recognize the look in Ron’s eyes as he was dead serious. She knew that once he put his mind to things, he hardly ever let go of his way. Except for a couple of times where Nicky had been able to change his mind on the last second. But she could see now that it wouldn’t even matter what she said; he wouldn’t let him do whatever he wanted to either Nicky or himself.

He then went to park the car in one of the spots that would drag the least of attention to his car, he cared for his car and if something was going to go wrong, he wanted that to be one of the things they could escape with so the parking spot he chose was easy to get to and still in the shadow of the night. He then continued by getting out of the driver’s side as he closed the door behind him, he went to the trunk of the car and took the weapons bag out, a bag of his own clothes and what seemed a miniature fridge with food and drinks in it. He then looked at Nicky and smiled gently “Let’s get inside, we’ll meet this Miles tomorrow” he said with a gentle voice.

As they got to the counter of the motel, Ron saw her take out the debit card and made use of it. He didn’t believe what he saw, Nicky with a debit card? He chuckled softly and then looked at her “What got into you? I’m not used to seeing you with a debit card. Normally it’s all cash” he said with a faint joke in his voice. He couldn’t help but tease her as he used to do in the past. He could still remember how they used to joke around and fight softly as to tease her as he was a lot stronger than her in the past. Now she could maybe stand her ground but his muscle power might give him the edge he needed to force her down and laugh with her again.

As they got the room to the key, Ron took it gently and went with her to the room. As he entered he saw that they booked them a couple’s room, just one king sized bed for the two of them. Ron felt uneasy with this; he didn’t know how she would react and how they would manage it. He went to the closet in the room and started unpacking his clothing, putting a separate pack of similar clothing apart, it was all black and looked as if it was put together. He then grabbed the weapons bag and shoved it underneath the bed. He looked at her and looked a bit doubtingly as he ran his hand through his hair, this was his habit to do when he didn’t know what to do or say.
 
Once Ron parked the car, Nicky took a moment to look around the parking lot. She memorized the location of the tall oak, the gate, and the nearest parking lamp. She wanted to be able to find his car as easily in the dark as the daylight. She didn't expect that they would have to make a fast getaway, but she wasn't going to be fumbling for the location of his car if something happened either. Grabbing her own faded green duffle out of the car, she followed him into the lobby.

When he teased her about paying with a debit card, she wrinkled her nose at him. "Some of us have actually grown up Ron." She paid the deposit to the hotel and tried not to flinch at the price of the room. She didn't expect him to choose a dive, but jeez. You could get a $42 motel room at a Super 8 and it came with WiFi.

Once in the room, she found the air conditioning and flipped it on high. Then she rifled through the referigerator and found a V-8. She was about to suck it down when she noted plastic price list on top of the small refrigerator. Three fucking dollars! She put the V-8 back and closed the door. They had better not charge for ice, she thought.

Turning to Ron, she saw him looking at her like he was baffled, running his finger's through his thick hair. She smiled. There was a nice line of stubble on his chin. He needed to shave. Reaching down, she pulled her blue foot ball jersey off and over her head, revealing that she wore the prettiest black lace bra she had been able to find at the local K-Mart. Her ripe, C-Cup breasts strained against the bra. Her mocha belly was flat and fit. Turning slightly, she deliberately bent down so that her well-curved bottom was swaying in his direction and began to unlace her black work boots. "I've got a mix-tape for you in the bag," she told him over her shoulder. "I wanted to play it for you earlier, but I forgot to get it out. Kind of pissed me off." In a way, just offering a mix tape to Ron held a certain significant. Last time they were together, Nicky wouldn't except or give gifts of any kind and always insisted on splitting any bill equally. It had been a source of stress for them and frankly, Nicky had been a bit of a bitch. God knows how he had put up with her.

As she kicked off her boots, Nicky stood up, her long hair flowing down her back and pulled the combat knife from the pile and undid her holster, setting them on the coffee table. Then, reaching into her duffle bag, she pulled out a cheap CD player and CD.

Flipping the switch, the sound of a Chinese metal-core band filled the room. Swaying slightly, she slowly reached down and unsnapped her jeans as her body began to move to the music. Snap, snap, snap, her jeans rode down her hips, revealing a matching pair of black lace panties. It was so much more fun stripping for a man you cared about rather than to put your brother through medical school.
 
Ron had chuckled when she gave the sharp remark and nodded as he knew that she had grown up, she was more mature than last time and it pleasured him to hear one of the many sharp remarks she always gave. It gave him a nostalgic feeling. As if they were back in the past, it was just him and her and nobody else to interfere. But as they got into their room it was clear that things were going to be different then from the past. He had turned his head towards his bed, going to make it up. He was dressing the pillows into their sleeves and then continued with doing the large blanket as he putted it in the covers they belonged to. And then he turned around and saw her removing her blue football jersey off her body. His jaw dropped, his mouth slipped open as she revealed her upper body, that body that he remembered to be silken smooth and as soft as cotton but in bed, it was as tempting as a sparking fire and it was as sexy as the most tempting offer in the world. As he took the time to scroll his eyes over her body, first moving from her soft neck down to her plump and well-formed breasts, oh how he loved to touch them and make her feel as amazing as he could make her feel. Then he went downwards to her belly, that flat and fit stomach that lined down softly towards her lower region, the area had loved and kissed over many times while making love to her.

He doubted if she was just undressing or was filling his mind with the thoughts of the past. His mind was already racing; it was already making the images in his mind. His brains started to produce endorphins and testosterone on a high level, his body was getting warm from just the sight of her. And even so, he hadn’t even touched a woman for the year they had been separated. He didn’t want anything else while he was away from her, but in their past situation he couldn’t stay there, he couldn’t bear with the discussions they made and the arguments that kept stacking and stacking. But now all that was fleeting from his mind. The troubles of the past were all replaced by the single image he was seeing right now. He heard her put on one of his favorite music types and then what followed made his body heat up even more. Her jeans that rode slowly down her hips, on the movement of the music. The sight of that made a reaction go off in his body, a primal reaction, an instinct as she revealed her well-formed and tight butt in those nice black lace panties.

His hands slipped down his chest and onto the end of his shirt, he pulled it off and revealed his muscular upper body, his chest muscles were well formed and bigger than before, his stomach muscles were tight as always and showed a solid 8-pack with at the bottom, a V-line that arched towards his intimate region. He smiled and looked over at her “Nicky, I almost forgot how beautiful you are” he said with an enchanted look on his face. He desired for her now, she was always on his mind for the past year. He hadn't forgotten how she looked like, how she felt and how she tasted. Not a single day went by without him thinking about her but now he finally looked at her again and he couldn't help but smile at her.
 
Nicky had been celibate since Ron left. It wasn't so much a conscious decision as an absolute lack of interest in any man that wasn't Ron. The day he walked out ... and she never blamed him for that decision ... it was likely someone had flicked a switch and turned off her sexuality. But now, the switch was most definitely firmly back in the on position. Wriggling her hips faster, her faded jeans fell to her knees and at that point, she too fell to her knees and proceeded to crawl out of her jeans like a hungry cat, moving toward Ron step by step, having shed everything but her bra and panties.

When she reached his feet, she began to crawl up his left with a speed just a shade faster than molasses, her body rubbing against his as she inch by inch slid up his length until she came to that flat stomach. With warm lips, she began to kiss and nuzzle his belly, tasting him with an eager pink tongue. Sliding up farther, now standing to her full five foot six inch height, she began to suck on his left nipple, teasing it with her tongue. While she had been celibate, she knew that Ron had probably taken lovers like popcorn and she didn't blame him ... really ... she didn't'. So why did she suddenly bite just a little too hard on that left nipple, before letting it slide out of her mouth as she let it slide out of her mouth. Her hands reached up and wrapped around his thick, muscular neck and she pulled him down as she looked up into his eyes, her lips begging him to kiss her.
 
Ron was looking at her with a pleasured face, he knew what was coming and he had wanted nobody else but Nicky, her movements, her body and her character; it was perfect for him, she was perfect to him. He unhooked the buttons of his pants and undid them from his body, now his new white boxers were showing and a large bulge was easily seen through it. She knew just how to make him go in heat before even touching him. It was the way she moved, the way she looked at him and the way the feminine lines of her body were so perfect to him.

Ron was enchanted by her, the way she slowly slid herself up against his body made every pent up sexual feeling burst out of him. But he knew this one was going to be long and pleasurable as they hadn't seen eachother for that long. As she teased his nipple his right hand slowly slid down her back and softly stopped at the back of her black laced bra, he undid the locks and then let his hand slide further down to her right buttcheek. As she bit his nipple a bit too rough he grunted and gently squeezed her buttcheek as slowly his other hand travelled down her left side, gently going over her hips as he pulled her directly infront of him and put both hands on her buttcheeks. He saw her eyes that were begging for a kiss as he stared back into hers. He slowly lowered his head as his tongue slipped out from between his lips and just as they were going to reach other he pulled back and softly licked her lips as he smirked softly. He then squeezed both her buttcheeks softly as he pulled her up against his body, making their lips reach each other as Ron passionately kissed her lips. Ron had missed this all so bad and now he had it back and he still knew all the little things that he did to make her crave him. His mind was blank now as he was thinking about nobody else but her.
 
Once, Nicky thought she had killed her sexual desire permanently, because of her past and the things she had done. But then she met Ron and there had been this immediate physical attraction. It had almost knocked her out the first time she felt it.

It was in a bar on the Vegas Strip. Not someplace Nicky went. She didn't drink or take medication or drugs of any kind. In fact, even when she got her occasional migraine, she refused drugs, preferring to suffer even to the point of vomiting rather than risk medication. God knows what she would do it she was ever shot. She once had a problem with drugs and alcohol and was terrified of getting hooked again. But she had been doing a skip-trace and Ron had met the description of the runaway wife-beater she was looking for. At least that was what Nicky had told herself at the time as she began to follow the handsome stranger.

Her mind flashed back to the present and she knew this was the man her body was made to serve, to please, to tease. As his strong hands curled about her ass, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his but, letting him pulling her up, her soft ripe lips opening to his kiss, hungrily tasting him, pulling his tongue into her mouth, sucking on it gently. "I need you inside me. Be rough, it's been so very long. I want to feel fucked, possessed, wrecked when we get done." Her nails bit into his back and she grabbed and bit his lower lip. She wanted no gentle lover tonight. She wanted her vanquishing warrior, her mighty soldier, and if she were honest, her protector and lover.
 
Ron did nothing but smirk; he knew how their physical attraction worked and how they longed for each other. Ron grunted softly as she bit his lip and her nails bit into his back. He knew how she wanted it and she knew just as much that it wouldn’t be any different tonight. A year’s worth of pent up sexual energy was going to burst tonight and it could be seen at him. Ron chuckled and then moved her legs from his butt as he ducked his head to lick her lips as just after he did so, he threw her on top of the bed and went on his hands and knees above her. He grinned as he roughly bit her neck, not hard though but playful. He gently licked her neck and went down as he went to her breasts. He gently took hold of her right nipple with his teeth as his tongue teased the tip of it, drawing swift circles around it with the tip of it. He knew what her weak spots were and was going to tease her just as much until she was almost begging for him to enter her.

He then continued moving his hands from her breasts downwards to her hips; he grabbed her panties as he moved them down over her legs and undid it from her body. He continued by letting go off her nipple and slowly kissed lower and lower as he reached her already wet pussy, he then grinned softly “I’m going to tease you first Nicky, I want you to beg for me to ravage you” he then continued to go to her clit as he swiftly started licking her clit and moved two fingers to spread her slit gently. He continued his teasing action as he slowly inserted two fingers deep inside of her wet and tight pussy. He continued by arching his fingers upwards as he started to rub her most sensitive spot inside of her, her G-spot and he knew just how to use it. He continued teasing her clit faster as he started to move his fingers in and out faster of her to make her enjoy the feeling just as much until she would be begging for it. He wanted to pleasure her the most tonight, he wanted all the pent up sexual energy gone, from both of them as he kept moving his fingers and tongue. The bulge in his boxers was now growing large and thick, it seemed as he was getting more and more enchanted by her body as he was pleasuring her.

He knew now what he had missed and he knew now that he didn’t want to lose her once again. He knew now that he would never let her go again. His lover, his girl and his dream, he knew it now and would never forget it.
 
Every nerve in Nicky's body was on high alert and fired as Ron touched and teased her. She liked her sex rough and physical, but never brutal. This beautiful man knew exactly the line between the spice of a little pain as opposed to the unpalatability of real pain. She squealed as he nipped her neck and laughingly called him a "wife beating bastard." She wasn't really focused on the exact words she threw at him. If she had, she would have been incredibly embarrassed, because in truth, she had fantasized about being a wife with kids and a white picket fence on more than one occasion. But it was a fantasy she had no expectation of ever coming true. It was just dust blowing in the wind.

As he covered her, pinning her gently to the bed, she felt so comfortable, so relaxed with Ron. Men had hit and abused her in the past, but she had never even once felt afraid of Ron or anything less than precious. She wriggled delightfully when he bit her nipple and began to tease and torment her. She used her own fingers and body to rub and tease and titillate him. He wasn't the only one playing the increase the sexual tension game.

When he told her that he was "going to tease" her and make her beg, Nicky burst into open laughter and then reached down as if she could grab his heavy cock. "In your dreams cowboy," she told him. "I'm iron and you're ice, you'll melt much faster than me." She tried to kick him laughing with pure joy as his strong hands took a confident, easy control of her body. In the background, her cell phone began to vibrate on the nightstand, but no one looked up, no one cared.
 
Ron smiled as she used her fingers and body to arouse him further. He had missed the feeling of having her body against his; he desperately needed this and enjoyed it at its fullest. And as she started laughing and grabbed his cock, he grinned “Are you going to be able to handle that all by yourself?” he smirked and looked at her “Hmmm I have a metal pole, you have the soft wet cotton” he said with a smirk, he then chuckled as she tried to kick him jokingly and then grabbed her body a bit roughly as he pulled her pussy against his mouth now, she had to be teased, he wanted her to want him so badly that she would almost melt in his hands. He then started his treatment that he had planned. He went down and then inserted two of his fingers into her already wet pussy and slowly started rubbing them over her G-spot, he knew her weaknesses as no other and knew how to make her incredibly wet and even more excited to have him inside of her.

His smirk was easily read from his face as he went down and used the tip of his tongue to tease her clit, the center of her pleasure which he know had full control over. He licked around it in small circles, always going closer and closer to it as he eventually started licking it roughly; making her pleasure rocket up and down each time he went over her soft pink center. He then started moving his fingers faster and moved his free hand over to her breast, two fingers started to play with her nipple as the rest of it squeezed her breast gently as he continued his treatment. He wanted her to know how much he had missed this and how much he had missed her. He wanted to give her an incredible night and end up falling asleep in each other’s arms.
 
Nicky's breath was coming faster and her olive skin had a delightful under-glow of warmth as she tried to pull him down and onto her. Her muscles were hard and firm, she was a trained fighter. But she was all sweet girl now, eager and anxious. Her pink lips had a sheen of moisture between her thighs as Ron began to finger her, entering her, teasing the little pearl nub and driving her insane. As he found her G-spot and began to expertly stimulate it, her lithe body began to arch and rock. Within sixty seconds, her husky voice was begging him to fuck her.

"Oh please," she cried out in a voice that was much higher than her normal tone. "I need you, take me, make me yours." Her ass was arching up off the bed as she ground herself into his hand. But he simply took possession of her hot, swollen center with his tongue and soon she was making hot little moans of pleasure. No longer trying to escape, her body shuddering and trembling as she lay helpless on the bed.

Outside men with goods searched for her. But she didn't know that now and likely wouldn't have cared as her lover took her to the heights of heaven.
 
Ron knew what he was doing and he was doing it even better than he expected. Ron stopped fingering and licking her already dripping wet slit as he gently kissed her clitoris and kissed upwards to her body. He started kissing down low intimately, going over her soft belly as he continued to kiss her breasts and then went up to her neck and ended up next to her ear “Your soldier is here” he said with a soft whisper as he licked her earlobe softly. And then looked at her with a delighted smile as he continued to remove himself of his boxers and revealed to her; his already rock hard 11” cock which was throbbing for attention softly. It would be just as she would remember.

Ron moaned gently as he put the tip against her pussy softly and went to her ear again “Say please to your soldier and I’ll give you an incredible night” he whispered into her ear as he softly went to kiss her neck now, teasing her still as his big tip was poking against her slit. It was literally begging to get inside as it throbbed gently against her womanhood. Ron wasn’t thinking about anything, his mind was empty and he was in pure pleasure mode, the only thing that was on his mind though was Nicky, he wanted her to feel as good as if she was floating in heaven.
 
Nicky gave a soft moan, her dark eyes practically glowing as she stared up at Ron, her body arching as if she could thrust herself upon his aroused masculinity. "Oh God, yes please," she moaned throatily, unable to stop the little movements of her body, the way her small feet stroked him up and down and her hands kept touching him everywhere. She was on fire.

And just as he thrust into her, staccato gunfire and shattering glass filled their ground floor, parking lot side hotel room. Bullets hit the television. One went into the mini-fridge, puncturing the V-8 Nicky had almost drunk earlier. Blood sprayed up into Ron's face from the bullet fragment that hit Nicky. It was hard how bad her injury was or even exactly what her injury was, but her face was blood covered and her slender body had essentially collapsed almost instantly after the gunfire started.

Outside, there were screams and the sound of car tires squealing out of the parking lot. A man's voice could be heard yelling that he had called the police.
 
Ron smiled as she looked entirely under his control as he thrusted into her, he could feel how tight she was and how wet she was as he entered her. He moaned gently but suddenly it all changed as he felt the blood splatter against his head. His eyes widened and he looked at Nicky as her head was covered in blood. He didn't know what to do for a split second, all he could saw as nicky's head covered in blood. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, but then he snapped back into reality, he got up from her, took the M9 with silencer that he had hid underneath his pillow and ripped a part of the cover of the pillow appart as he placed it roughly on her head, he moved her own arm over it as she looked unconcious. It held the cover part on it's place as he moved the arm ontop of it. He then continued to stand up and ran to the side of the door, looking through one of the bullet holes to see if someone was still there. He had seen nobody, it seemed that they ran away just as they had shot the hotel room to shreds.

Ron ran back to Nicky and went to check on her pulse, oh god if she was dead. He didn't know what he would do but he was certain about something, people will pay. he grunted as he checked her pulse and still found her alive, he grabbed their bags, put on some clothing for himself and her. Then he refreshed the patch of cloth and replaced it afterwards with a decent bloodcloth and a bandage over her head. He grabbed her and put her over his back as he wrapped her arms around his neck, he grabbed the weapons bag in one hand and her and his clothing bag with the others. He swiftly went to the Dodge Ram as he opened the trunk and put in the bags he got, taking out the M4a1 and leaving his pistol in his pocket, he then closed the trunk and locked it. He went to put Nicky in the car and then put the m4a1 next to her.

Ron closed the door that Nicky was in and locked the car, he grabbed his pistol and put it off safety as he walked up to the main counter. His eyes were enfuriated, he looked as if he could shoot the man behind the counter just like that. He jumped over the counter and went to the man, he grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up as he smashed him on the top of the counter, putting the silencer in between his eyes as he armed the gun and looked at him with a deathly look on his face "Who did you tip off" he said with an angry voice, the moment that he wouldn't answer him, he would die that instance. Ron had nothing to lose anymore, his mind was still empty and now was slowly filling with vengeance and anger.
 
Inside the hotel check in lobby, the heavy set twenty-four year old felt warmth trickling down his thigh as he looked into eyes like death and felt manhandled like a toy by the angry stranger. Some investigator looking for a runaway wife, the man managed to choke out. "There's a flyer man. I was going to get $500. He just wanted to serve the bitch with divorce papers." His scared eyes gestured toward the desktop where a flyer sat with a photograph of Nicky. It was obviously a publicity still from one of her MMA matches.

Nicky Navarro, 26, 5'6, black hair, brown eyes. $500 for verifiable information leading to her location. $250 bonus if divorce process effected. Joe Jones, PI#787395. Cash paid at time information provided. Call 555-555-5555.

"I just called the number when I saw her man. The guy on the other end said fine. Came out and paid me. He was a short, dark guy. Please," he tried to justify his actions. "I just wanted the money, no one was going to get hurt."

Outside, Nicky moaned. Her head felt shattered and she didn't know where she was. Her hand felt a gun next to her and she grabbed it, tried to sit up, and then fell back with a brief cry of pain. A bullet fragment had grazed her head, leaving a neat slice along the left side of her forehead. In the background, she heard sirens. "Shit, fuck, piss," she said to herself. Glancing around, through the pain, she realized that she was in Ron's Dodge. Got to leave, she told herself. The police would just fuck everything up and they had no pull in Mexico where her brother was held anyway.
 
Ron nodded and looked around for any cameras in the lobby. If there were he would just punch him in the face with his free fist and then slowly walk out of the lobby back to the car. But if there were no cameras he would pull his trigger, planting a bullet in between his eyes, making a noise as a soft ‘Plop’ as the gun shot the bullet that flew inside of the lobby servant’s brains. He then made his way to the car as he cleaned the tip of the silencer as it was bloody. He then made his way to the car and as he saw that Nicky was awake he rushed towards the car, unlocking the car as he opened the driver’s seat and started the engine and started driving “I have all our stuff in the back and I took care of someone” he said with a strict voice “Are you okay?” he asked with a concerned voice as he put one hand on her left lap. He looked at her “A short, Dark guy do you remember him?” he showed her the flier that he took from the counter and looked at her as he was wondering what she would say. Maybe if he was lucky he would discover something more of her past. But something else was on his mind, he wanted revenge, revenge on that man for hurting what he felt like his soul mate. He had always thought about her like that, he was and still is madly in love with her and wouldn’t tolerate anyone hurting her without paying the highest cost in life, their life.
 
The video camera saved Ricky's life even if he didn't know it. In the car, Nicky laughed weakly. "Short dark guys are ubiquitous in my world." Nicky's dad died the year she turned fourteen. His truck had been hit by a drunk driver. Her father and Nicky's twin sister Nina died. Her mom had passed the year before from breast cancer. Somehow, Nicky's nineteen year old brother became her guardian. He was fun and made few demands on her. When he was twenty-one, he graduated from college and managed to squeak entry into medical school based in part on being a minority student, coming from a hardship background, and because everyone was impressed that he was raising his younger sister. There had even been articles in the local paper showing a small big eyed girl with thick pigtails next to her tall, handsome brother.

She was sixteen and money suddenly became tight. Nicky dropped out of high school and her brother Nate didn't complain, saying she had never had an academic mind anyway. He never asked when she started paying the bills and giving him money for his tuition and books. At most, he would mention once in awhile some bill or special program that it would be really good for him if he just had another $1,000. The point is Nicky would never have known a word like ubiquitous back then. But she had been taking night classes, had gotten her GED some time back, and had recently graduated with a degree in an Associate's Degree in Criminal Justice from the local community college. "Get us the fuck out of here, Cowboy," she added and sat up, biting her lip to keep from showing any pain. "No need to go Joe Detective, Carlos Florez my ... ex-employer ... is the only man who knew we were coming here. I doubt he did the shooting himself. But he's the one who told me my brother was in trouble, so something must have happened."

The Black Dodge left the parking light as three police cars entered it. A lot had happened, but at most, ten minutes had passed since the shooting. They'd likely have video of her and be able to track her down through her debit card and the information she had filled out in the registration card.

In reality, the police quickly found out the video camera itself was just for show and hadn't worked for several years. What was an upscale hotel to Nicky was a budget roadside chain to most people.
 
Ron nodded as she said who the man was and what he did. He drove with her for about ten minutes as he parked underneath a bridge without the lights on, he stopped and turned off the engine. He looked at her and was dead serious "That debit card, leave it here and any electronics that they can track you with. We're now searched for because of the shooting and we can't get down right now. We'll find your ex-employer and I'll show him what he could get for messing with us" He said with angered voice.

"I'll make him pay for hurting you" he said as he gently put his hands on her head, softly moving the bandage to look at the wound on her head. If it was deep he would have desinfected it and if it wasn't he would have covered it up back with the bandage. He then grabbed her gently and pulled her onto his lap as he then softly went to kiss her. He wrapped his arms around her as he seemed concerned, his body was still tensed up and his hard muscles could be felt against her body but he was warm, in fact really warm. It seemed like even if they just escaped out of danger, his body still was aroused and heatened by the attention they had before.
 
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