The first time she had held it in the privacy of her own flat she had run the cold, slender barrel between her legs and she’d cum. No, that wasn’t right. Oh, sure, she’d had an orgasm but it was like none that had gone before it. For a start it happened in seconds. It had begun as she picked it from the case and ran her fingers along the dull, grey metal. She’d felt it immediately and as soon as she pushed her trousers down far enough she ran it lovingly inside her panties and the climax had hit her like a train. Her head had gone back, her eyes closed and there it was, flooding her mind figuratively and her thighs literally.
Reverently she had wiped it clean and replaced it back in its case as a mother might lay her baby in its crib.
The only other orgasm like that had been with Angie. It had taken longer but Angie understood her, shared her aims, her goals. All the years she’d worked for that cow, Lauren and bought her clothes and fucked her secretary, Jenny; they were all to this end.
Frances didn’t let herself cum. She held it back, savouring every stroke, now keeping her finger still, now moving it back to penetrate her rear, now curling it deep into her cunt until she felt the moment had arrived and she allowed the first wave to start. Once the dam broke she lost control, falling back on the bed, lifting her knees and wailing, screaming as it flowed like molten steel from a crucible; hot, burning. She screamed into the empty room.
After, she lay recovering, panting, wishing Angie had been there to share the moment. God, but Angie would fuck her so hard later. She might even tie her up as she had a few times before and use that vicious little tawse she sometimes tucked into her strappy’s harness at her hip. The memory of the kiss of that nasty, gorgeous, hideous, adorable whip sent an aftershock running through her. Oh, yes, Angie understood. She reveled in Frances’s masochism, fed it and recognised it for what it was.
Frances stripped off and went to the shower. In the mirror she examined the welts on her thigh where Angie’s friend had bitten into her flesh, running her finger across them, cherishing their memory for they were proof of Angie’s love.
The hot stream caressed her skin as she showered and she couldn’t resist soaping deep inside herself. Angie had said she was insatiable and she was. The sex wasn’t just sex between them; the pain was not mere pain. They were sacraments.
She dressed for her mission. She wore her best panties, the ones Angie liked so much, black lace and so, so fragile. She could not be Angie’s lipstick les for this appointment but she could wear the things that nobody could see and which Angie would appreciate. She had seen the sense of Angie saying they should not meet immediately after the event. But when she finally got home, successful, she would strip off the outer image, the dark rousers, sweater, boots, jacket and there would be her lover’s lover, waiting for her; waiting for her inevitable reward.
And now, now she could focus. She ran through her mental checklist; their checklist. Angie had schooled her. She was startled by the doorbell. Hastily she pushed the incriminating case under her bed. Making her way to her front door she peeped through the spy hole, most of her body to one side in case it was the law; in case they saw the darkening of the lens and fired through the door. But it wasn’t the law, it was her lover.
*
It was Jenny who supplied the answer, not directly but it was her idea that led to the plan, such as it was. Frank didn’t like the idea at all but eventually he saw the sense of it. So did Lauren although she still doubted Jenny. I did too in fact but somehow I knew I was wrong to. I could feel her anxiety, her horror at how she had been drawn, unwitting into her former lover’s plans. This was her courageous way of showing her remorse; of demonstrating her loyalty.
We made our final arrangements, went through the plan again and again even when we were in the car, committed now and nerves jangling. Frank drove, tension showing in the way he gripped the wheel with Lauren sat beside him. Jenny and I sat in the back and she held my hand vice-like in her, nails digging but that pain was necessary, welcome. All my training was about to be tested if my charge, my colleague and my lover were to survive. It wasn’t until later that I considered that my own survival depended on this plan too.
*
‘I decided I’d come with you. I know it’s a change from what we’d decided but I want to know you get away safely. So; I’ll deliver you and wait at the back in the car with the engine warm, ready to take you away.’
‘I have to meet the controller after.’
‘I know and I’ll take you to her.’
‘You’re not supposed to meet her.’
‘I wont, but I’ll get you there, safely. It matters.’
Frances threw her arms around Angie and kissed her fervently, overwhelmed by this demonstration of Angie’s love and commitment.
‘When it’s done, over, we’ll go somewhere and you can be my girl, just the way I like you. You’ll hurt a lot.’
‘You promise?’
Angie smiled and slapped her arse, hard.
Together they left Frances’s apartment and made their way to the black, 5 series BMW in the basement car park. The Barrett went onto the back seat and they sat side by side as Angie manoeuvred the powerful car up the ramp and into the streets of the city.
*
It had taken a while to prepare for leaving the house. Frank drove the Mercedes hard and we arrived at the hotel with minutes to spare.
‘Are we all clear?’
Frank got out of the car first and I followed on his nod. The weapon was in my hand, held across my chest under my long, black coat. I cursed the scarlet dress she wore, knowing it would show clearly to a shooter, like a beacon. Why couldn’t she have chosen black? The two women left the car and we fell into formation. I was as alert as I have ever been. I could hear the heels clicking, the growing clamour of the crowd.
*
Angie kissed Frances brutally on the mouth. ‘Don’t forget, you have to meet the controller so get it done and get back to me. Don’t wait to make sure. If you miss, which you wont, there will be another time.’ She handed her a small transmitter. ‘Tell me just before you shoot. I’ll get ready to leave.’
‘It gets harder each time. Their security tightens.’
‘We only have to succeed once, now go, whore.