I betrayed. I betrayed myself, my rules, and my code of honor. How could I make it with a customer?
Yet still when I remember the events, I notice there was no way to avoid this.
I have seen war, I have seen blood – some of it was mine- and I have seen dead people… Dead, innocent people. Both shaken and set with these sights I left the army, to build my own security company: Iron Wolves. I trained my staff personally, with every kind of knowledge my army training gave to me.
You can’t stay unchanged after you see what I saw. You can’t start a barbeque party behind your house, smile into faces of your guests. The smoke makes you remember, and you can’t laugh when you remember. Psychiatric help… my ass… The only way to forget is to get brainwashed, which I don’t want. What I’ve seen made me the Iron Lord, leader of Iron Wolves. How many lives I saved after that?
With crust-like memories forming a confining armor around me, I had forgotten –no, I had given up- my humanity, to preserve others. This sacrifice was what made me… Me.
But she was like rain water finding its way through earth, through the shell of the world, through kilometers of solid rock, to reach my almost extinguished core.
Adrianne La’fevre. She was a thief. Contacted me via mail. She had stolen a very important crystal from a palace in France, replacing it with a fake. After a week she posted the original back.
“Life is a joke, I know I am different from the others; I can even empathize them and see why they hate me because of the things I do. Why can’t they do the same? I am a kleptomaniac! Just a simple kleptomaniac!”
She was caught. They made her choose. She was either going to work for them or she was going to prison forever. Governments sometimes needed to steal things which they officially couldn’t request. Mostly documents. Mostly from press. Sometimes as counter-blackmail.
Negotiations. If she was caught in action, she was just a rogue, a thief. If she was not caught, well… she could rest until next assignment. This was like a gift for her indeed, like the government decided to create positions for klepto’s.
After her last job, she was being threatened – she was somehow identified. She requested protection from government – to be refused of course. She was good at her job but not “that” important for them. She ran to an island, and sent me the mail asking for protection service of my Iron Wolves.
“I have talked to some of your customers. You have… good references!” she wrote.
Obviously not something I would normally accept. But I felt something familiar in her sentences. They were crafted with an intelligence and sense that I knew… from myself. When I read her sentences, I felt like I was not the last member of my species anymore.
So I made excuse of the money she offered – which was huge- and decided to pay a visit.
And in this visit she conquered me. Unchained me. Revived me.
She was waiting for me in the small wooden wharf, standing and looking towards my boat in a way that looked like she was rising from the waves. She was in a white cloth I couldn’t identify from distance. It floated in the wind like a cape down her legs, but it wrapped her up over her shoulders strongly. Sun was behind me, so she must have seen me as a black figure with bulky outlines standing in the boat. But sunlight hit her directly, painting her in orange. Like another sun rising from beneath the island.
I stepped on the wharf; she reached for my hand and shook it gently. Spoke with such a voice that gave me the first punch in the stomach. It was like… iron wrapped in silk. Strong, soft…
“Welcome, Iron Wolf.” A small touch of French accent. Intentionally.
She was in the same height with me. About 1.75. An oval face and full lips in a natural purplish pink, waiting slightly ajar between sentences. Her dark hair was bunned up and was still wet, complementing her chestnut brown eyes, hints of some green and some gold embedded into them. An inspective look, with a roguish smile. Incredible amount of self confidence. Thin and long neck, a pulse that can be seen. I wished I was a vampire. I knew the sinking sun would kill me instantly, yet still I would choose to be a vampire, to get one bite from this neck.
Beneath the semi-transparent white… cloak… I could see she wore a white bikini, outlines of her body being the second punch. Elegant, slender, perfect. Still slightly obscured by the cloak, her sight touched the huge, rusted machine inside me called “fantasy.” I could barely speak.
“Nice to meet you, Adrianne. You have found quite a good place to hide. Maybe you won’t need us at all.”
“I doubt so. Thank you for coming personally. Please know that if we cannot negotiate, I will change my place so sharing the knowledge of my whereabouts won’t earn you anything but probably angry customers.”
“Understood… I wonder: how did you mail me from this island? It’s completely… deserted and untouched.”
“I have a vehicle with necessary equipment.”
She linked arms with me, in a natural, gracious move that I couldn’t catch. With a gentle force she made me walk near her, towards a small bamboo hut in the beach.
“Let me invite you to my house and offer you a drink.” She nodded the hut.
“Made it yourself?”
“Yes. It took a week.”
I felt dizzy for an unknown reason. It felt as if there was a big helium bubble inside me, moving randomly, ruining my balance. For a second I thought I was somehow poisoned, somehow she delivered a toxin without my notice. After this I noticed her smell. Mixed with brine of the sea, an unexplainable smell. I was sure I had never smelled something like that before. It was shocking because of this; like seeing the rainbow, getting on a roller coaster, or being shot for the first time.
“Sorry for the dull place.” Entering her hut, she made a gesture to show her furniture: a camping bed, a bull’s eye lantern, a huge suitcase. All in the ground.
She sat on the bed and made a small tap next to her, advising me to sit. I did so. She handed over a bottle, full of… water. I did not drink it.
I had many questions to ask, but I did not know where to begin. She seemed to be trying to find a good spot to begin too. I checked her thoughtful face, her lips, and her eyes. Her one bare leg was out of her cloak when she sat, long and smooth, open for my inspection up to her butt. Something deep inside me began to stir, something I had forgotten was even there. My eyes were locked to the point where I could see the junction of her leg and her ass from side. The curvature there was… pure beauty.
Luckily she was lost in thoughts, and did not notice my gaze, and I found enough willpower to look back to her face. Just as I decided to speak, she found where to begin.
“I now know I have made the right choice by calling you.” She threw a quick gaze to my figure. “You really look like a bodyguard, without that idiotic face.”
I knew what she was talking about.
“I know what you mean. The standard huge-gorilla figure that you can see in the movies. Obviously great strength and a bottom level IQ thanks to steroids. A biceps that looks like it can crush a bowling ball. As if it could stop a bullet!”
“Yes exactly.” She replied “You know there are many ex-soldiers like you out there with private security companies.”
“I know there are many, but they are not like me.”
“Yeah? What’s the difference?”
“I have seen war. I have fought the war. Most guys out there you mention were already high ranking officers without any field experience. Filled with theories and completely without experience.”
“Well, your website did not mention about any war.”
“I don’t want to use the war as an advertisement tool. I don’t even want to remember it.”
“Then how I am supposed to know you are not lying?” She asked, leaning back on her arms, stretching her both legs forward, putting them on top of each other. Her eyes were narrow now, ready to judge me from the answer I was about the give. I resisted the call to look at her legs.
Instead of talking I stood back, turned to face her and took out my jacket in one move. Dropping it I reached for the clutches of my bullet-proof vest, and let it slide down to my feet. I finally took out the inner sued. She was watching with a slight trace of curiosity in her eyes, but when she saw my body, embarrassment was clear.
Without saying a word she stood up, took a step towards me as if sliding. Right in front of me she dropped to her knees, carefully inspecting the scars.
“How… how did this… How did you survive this?”
I told her the story. Somehow I went into details that were better buried deep. Normally I do everything to keep them away from my mind, but I didn’t feel bad telling them to her. In fact I felt relaxed, as if the poison inside me was leaking away with each word.
She listened to the story with a great empathy, turning into the boy, commander, me, sniper and the doctor along the way. Biting her lower lip, she touched my stomach. I was tightened instinctively. Her fingers stopped for a second, than began following the traces. Her touch was shocking, taking my mind to another realm. Her movement was graceful and tender, yet still inspective, first upwards, towards my chest, then lower, till where the wound gets lost under my jeans. Watching her kneeled in front of me, feeling her breath in my stomach, her bun almost begging me to reach and grab it, press her face –which was few inches away from my organ- towards my body, finally awakened the monster. I felt my tool crawling upwards in a vipers speed.
She was kind enough to pretend not to have noticed the rapidly growing bulge, and she stood back up. Her hand on my shoulder in a friendly manner, looking at her feet as if made a mistake she asked:
“Would like to swim? Before the sun goes down completely? I couldn’t host you as a good landlady!”
She was so friendly to resist or to deny.
“Alright. But this will be a business swim!” I smiled. She answered with a smile too. Hmm... Appealing… So damn enticing smile. “But I have to go grab my suitcase from my boat and wear my trunks.
And I did so. I walked to my boat, took my bag, entered back to her hut, and changed over as quickly as I could. When I walked back out, I caught a trace of red in her cheeks. Perhaps she threw a quick glance through the door while I changed. To return the favor, I pretended not to have noticed. Somehow, something was building up between us silently, and we were pretending childishly as if nothing was happening.
She unbuttoned her cloak up her shoulder, and it slid down to her feet. She walked out of it with an obscene grace. I was staring at two perfect butt cheeks, her white bikini bottom barely hiding the secret heaven between her legs. Sun was sinking directly between her legs and its orange lights somehow sealed her already perfect body to an unresistable call to my manhood.
We swam about a hundred meters into the ocean. I lay back into the water, enjoying her silent company. For a moment I gave away all my stress, all my self control, and sighed. I hadn’t noticed how much I needed a vacation.
“Well ask to me!” she replied, and I understood that I have told my idea aloud. This frightened my and relaxed me at the same time.
“Won’t you ask?” she was staring with only her face above the water. This could have been another reality for presence, where we were nothing but heads floating over water, and I would still desire her.
“Ask about what?”
“Why I keep stealing?”
“I have seen good people doing much more worse things without any better reasons. I know what you are already.”
“What am I?” Curios French accent. Dangerously female.
“A good girl with a bad habit, grown up fatherless, forced to marry with a rich man who drank much and hurt her. Revenge came with the same bad habit, this time returning as a lifestyle. You robbed him to his boxer, and kept on doing so after him.”
She was in a shock now. Yeah, I still have connections and friends who dig up people’s pasts for such details. Suddenly I felt sorry for exposing her past and disturbing her like this. I swam to her; put my hand on her shoulder as she had done to me. She leaned her forehand to my wrist. She spoke in her silken voice again.
“It’s ok. In fact I am happy. I am happy that you saw me as my real self, without any masks, and still came here.”
In a natural way we hugged each other. She rested her chin on my shoulder for a moment. My hands on her waist kept sending me their request to dive a little lower to cup her butt. It’s a good thing that they train you against mental attacks in the army.
I don’t know how much longer we hugged each other like that. Without any clear decision, we began to swim towards the beach at the same time. In shallows she stood on her feet, and I noticed that her white bikini was now completely transparent and stretched firmly on her body. She kept walking towards her towel, and I kept checking her.
Taking her towel she looked at her body for the first time and a small scream escaped from her mouth. I saw her clearly from front now. Her nipples were erect on her breasts, which were hanging on her body with an incredible firmness. White bikini top was of no use to hide them. But further down was the real deal; I could clearly see her vaginal labia. They were small, yet clearly visible, and a small patch of pubic hair was decorating her frontal triangle. She had risen to towel to her breast to hide them, but it was too small to hide her vagina at the same time.
“I… I wore these for the first time.” She was fighting hard to keep her control over her voice. It was a miserable attempt and I loved her more for this. “I did not know they would become such useless when they are wet. I did not need them until now.” Well, this sentence led to me imagining her swimming naked here in this beach, which in turn quickened the vipers re-awakening. Now she was looking at my bulge while I was looking to her cunt.
Her hand went down along with her towel, not trying to hide anything anymore. Small roguish smile returned, together with the reddish color in her cheeks. She was wet, with full lips slightly ajar again. My manhood grew even bigger, and I stopped trying to hide it too. It was about to show its head from the top of my trunks.
She turned and walked towards her hut. I followed.