Assassin Affairs (47 page)

“I'm
promoting you from on-again, off-again submissive, to full-time
slave. You're my new Briana. You got a problem with that, Jules?”

“It's not my
first choice, but if it's that important to you, Kacey, it's fine
with me.”

“As soon as
we get resettled, let's write up a contract. You know I love you, so
this written agreement will be for your protection and to confirm
your commitment.”

“So no more
reciprocation?”

“I want total
control, Julie. Do everything I say, and maybe that will happen, or
maybe not. From now on whenever we are alone, address me as Mistress
or Mistress Kacey, and whenever you do wish speak to me, you will
first get down on your knees to do so. Now thank me for the
promotion!”

Julie got down onto
her knees and said, “Thank you, Mistress Kacey. Thank you for
promoting me to slave from submissive. I love you, too, and you've
got me so totally turned-on. Shall I remove your slave anklet?”

“No.”

They took a break
from the packing, turned on the TV to distract the baby, and moved to
the bed. Ashley watched.

Samson's home
wasn't far from Hollywood, so Renée and Jessica decided to
make their next stop at her mom's estate. It had been a long while
since Danny had informed Renée that she was persona non grata,
so they had hopes of a non-hostile reception. Jessie's Aunt Jenny was
now living with the couple and sharing their bed. Jessie was curious
to see how that chemistry worked.

The perimeter gate
code had never been changed, and the security guards knew both of
them, so they easily made their way to the front entrance. A perky
young, innocent-looking housekeeper in a skimpy maid outfit answered
the door.

“Nice legs,
honey,” said Renée. “Are you wearing any
underwear?”

The startled girl
couldn't come up with a response fast enough, so Jessie lifted the
short skirt for a peek.

“Very nice;
you pass inspection, young lady. Now take us inside to my mom.”
Jessie pushed her way inside, Renée placed her arm around the
girl and dragged her along in a dominant, intimidating manner.

“Hello,
everyone. We're baaaack,” announced Jess.

Danny, Joanna, and
Jenny came out from the kitchen.

“What a
pleasant surprise,” said her mom.

“Hello,
ladies,” said Danny. “What brings you here?”

Jenny remained
silent, remembering her last time with Renée when they had
shared oral sex.

“We were in
the neighborhood on business and thought we'd drop in for a short
visit. Don't worry, we'll be gone soon,” said Jess. “There's
an important family matter I need to discuss with mom.”

Jessica and Joanna
went into the private den. The others made themselves comfortable in
the living room. Renée positioned the cute maid on her lap.

“Mom, how
come you never talked to me about my dad?”

“That's all
in the past, honey. Let's leave well enough alone. There's no need
for you to know about him, especially now that you have Danny as your
step-dad. I do love seeing you again, but why are you here?”

“Renée
came to take you up on your open-ended offer for the mother-daughter
thing.”

“Oh?”

“No, I'm just
kidding. I think she wants to though. I'm here because I met a
special man named Dexter Douglas. I wanted to let you know that we're
getting our DNA tested.”

“Oh, honey,
oh my God, where is this coming from? How did you two meet?”

“He said you
led a wild lifestyle back then and were with lots of 'special
friends'. Do you remember him? Do you remember a Samantha or a Jane?”

“Yes, I
remember them both. Dex asked me to invite Jane and her family along
on the RV one day. We all went to the beach years ago. It was an
eventful day.”

“We met them
on their twentieth anniversary in Hawaii. Is he one of the men you
had sex with?”

“Not one of,
he was the only one. I just told him that there were lots of others
so as not to encourage him. My career was much more important to me
back then. I didn't want any relationship getting in the way of that.
If you really must know, there's no doubt, Jessica. Dex is your dad.”

Jessie's mouth
dropped open in dismay. After all these years of never talking about
it, and now her mom just blurts it out. “Thanks for telling me,
mom. I don't want to discuss it anymore. Let's just go out and join
the others.”

Danny was busy
asking Renée about having sex with the look-alike sisters.
Renée was busy fondling the petite, young maid. Jenny was
sitting on the arm of Danny's chair, looking at him admiringly.

“What a
collection of dysfunctional relationships I have in my life! It's no
wonder I'm so screwed up!” exclaimed Jessie as she stormed out
the front door, slamming it behind her.

Renée
dropped the semi-clad maid onto the floor as she hurried to catch up
to her friend.

“I guess this
means no five-way reunion today, huh? I think Danny and Jenny were up
for it.”

“You're
welcome to stay and have a five-way with that maid if you want. I'm
outta here, though.”

“That's okay.
I wasn't really getting into it. The chemistry just isn't there
anymore. It's time to move on, and there's no way I'm letting you and
that laptop leave here without me,” said Renée.

As soon as Dex got
back the positive DNA results, he became determined to learn more of
the mysterious Jessica. He recalled that the only ones he had
discussed Joanna with were the two temps named Kacey and Julie. They
were nowhere to be found. He checked with Human Resources and found
nothing. He made more inquiries. A security guard recalled seeing
them together that first day in the computer lab, in the middle of
the night. He mentioned the girls had kissed, initially passing
themselves off as moving-helpers, and that Pepper had vouched for
them. Sam and Dex began putting the pieces of information together,
the 'black-ops sort of' comment, the Pepper connections; it all
spelled trouble, but what sort of trouble? Sam and Dex wondered what
in the world was going on. Joanna's number was unlisted. He used his
CIA clout to get it.

“Joanna, this
is Dex. How have you been?”

“Hello, Dex.
Why am I not surprised to be hearing from you?”

“You should
have told me.”

“Things would
have gotten complicated.”

“I need to
speak with our daughter, Jo.”

“I can't help
you, Dex. We've become estranged. She was just here the other day,
and then she was gone, slamming the door on her way out. She uses a
different cell phone every time I talk with her.”

Becoming more
curious, he used his agency resources to discover Joanna had
withdrawn ten million dollars from her bank account when Jessica had
been kidnapped. She refused to discuss it. He assumed nefarious
connections had been made.

Sam and Dex used a
sketch artist to get images of Jessie, Renée, Kacey and Julie.
It wasn't long before their facial recognition software got a hit on
Renée and her NYC mob affiliations. He found the FBI report on
Kacey's kidnapping being passed off to then Special Agent Pepper
Preston. Soon they made the connection between young Kacey and her
two older, famous sisters. Both were in the CIA records as
Independent Contractors. A report surfaced from foreign affairs of
Julie's kidnapping from the Thailand hotel. It was all painting an
interesting, but ominous picture.

Samantha's old
mentor, Renée's dad Sandy, had just returned stateside and was
at Langley. They looked him up at his hotel.

“What's going
on, Sandy?”

“Sam, do you
remember when we used to speculate about there being a higher power
at work behind the scenes, some powerful, mysterious group?”

“Yeah, but we
could never prove anything. It was like chasing shadows.”

“I don't have
many details, and this is confidential between old friends wanting to
help family, but it seems Vice President Preston was involved with
those shadows in planning the assassination of President Durham. Our
girls and their friends foiled it somehow at the last moment, seeing
to it that she was the one killed instead. They're national heroes,
but the mysterious people behind that plot are now after the girls
for retribution and to cover their own asses. Again, this is strictly
off the record, and I'll deny I ever said anything, because I sense
they're at least somewhat tainted themselves, but it seems they took
out one of the major players last night. I've come back stateside to
see if I can help them, unofficially. You're both welcome to help me
if you want, but I've lost contact with them.”

“This is hard
to believe, Sandy,” said Dex. “If Sam didn't have so much
faith and trust in you, I'd think you were nuts, especially after
spending twenty years in that Asian prison.”

Sandy handed them
his folder of sketchy information.

“This is all
I have on these guys. Maybe you two can use it to help them find the
remaining villains. I feel like I've reached a dead end in what I can
do. The girls have my number, I don't have either of theirs. They
keep changing cell phones.”

“They managed
to track us down on our twentieth anniversary in Hawaii, Sandy, and
they knew both my agency and private-life names. I don't know how
they did that, but they're good at what they do,” said
Samantha, trying to reassure both Dex and Sandy.

“What did you
mean by tainted?” Dex asked. “How tainted are they? If my
kid's tainted, I'm going to want to white-wash it.”

“Likewise.
Sorry to be vague, but you'll have to ask them about that. I truly
don't know, it's just the instinct of an old CIA operative.”

“I'll trust
your instincts anytime, Sandy,” said Sam. “We'll keep
things on the down low. What was it you were saying about their
friends? What friends? We have some suspicions.”

“I met their
group a while back in Thailand. Pepper connected us. There were five
of them then. I don't know more than that.”

“Was there a
Kacey and a Julie?”

“There was a
Julie. She was young and never talked much, a new recruit at the time
I think, but no Kacey as I recall.”

“Thanks,
Sandy. Keep in touch. We'll let you know if we learn anything,”
said Dex.

Renée and
Jessie rendezvoused the next day with Kacey, Julie, Ashley and the
baby, then got a luxury hotel suite. Julie and Kacey, two of the top
computer hackers in the country, got busy on Samson's laptop. Within
an hour, they had hacked another one of Samson's bank accounts. Renée
once again typed in her offshore account information and transferred
the funds.

“We'll
consider this a team account.” she said. Hers was the only name
on it, but time was of the essence. They needed to drain Samson's
accounts before his partners got wind of what was happening.

By dinner time,
they were starting on the last account and had already transferred a
total of over four billion dollars into the team account. The group
began excitedly high-fiving one another.

Kacey
disappeared into the bedroom and returned with her
cat
o' nine tails whip.

“Renée,
I've been abusive with Julie and I need to be punished,” she
said.

“Yes, you do.
Go back into the bedroom, take off all your clothes, assume the
position on top of the bed, and wait. I'll get there when I'm ready.
It might be five minutes, it could be an hour or longer, but when I
walk into that room I want to see that beautiful, bare bottom of
yours pointed up into the air, ready and patiently awaiting the
whip.”

“Yes, ma'am,”
she said, then disappeared again into the bedroom.

Ashley and Julie
watched Renée fidget about in her chair as they worked on the
last bank account for another hour. She was clearly torn between the
pleasure of hacking all of Samson's remaining funds or going into the
bedroom for the pleasures that awaited her there.

“Don't you
trust us, Renée?” Ashley asked.

“It's not
that. Kacey needs to be kept waiting. It's all about anticipation,
girls. The more she waits, the more we'll both get turned-on and the
more receptive she'll be.”