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Authors: Josie Daleiden

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Soren and Ethan held up their empty glasses
in toast and chorused, “Here here!”

“Besides, I'm too mentally unstable to work a
nine-to-five job.” Soren said with a big grin.

Ethan shrugged, “I just like blowing stuff
up. Plus, the money's not bad either.” They all nodded in quiet
agreement. Ethan added, “We all have pretty healthy bug out funds
setup.”

“Bug out funds?” Cal asked quizzically.

Karen stepped over to Cal and draped her arm
around his waist. She looked up at him and said, “It's a hidden
stash of money for when things get bad. If the CIA decides to burn
you, or you get a psychotic buyer with a vendetta, it's sometimes
just better to disappear. We can close up shop and reestablish new
client bases pretty quickly if that happens.”

“Yeah, if shit gets sideways, you have to
have a plan to get out and stay monetarily solvent.” Ethan added.
“It's like an escape plan for fires and hurricanes but in our case,
we have to stay low and hide from shooters until things calm down.
As long as the CIA and us stay on friendly terms, then we don't
have anything to worry about. We can pretend to be normal, sane
adults.” He said with a sinister smile. Cal couldn't help but be
drawn in by their easygoing, familial bond.

“So, where do I fit into all of this?” He
finally asked.

Karen spoke up with authority. “You're our
new technology consultant. Since you did such a good job tipping
the scales on the Sikorskys, I figured you might be a good fit for
doing it regularly.” She said, looking at him with her glowing
green eyes as she sipped her coffee.

“I'll take it. Besides, I don't think I have
much choice given the circumstances.” He said with a little
smirk.

“No lad, you really don't.” Ethan responded
simply.

“Alright, enough touchy feely stuff. We need
to go over what we're buying tonight.” Karen said with a dainty
clap.

“I heard a rumor that there's going to be an
old Harrier jet.” Soren offered.

“Nope, it's a damaged bird. They never
mentioned it on the posting, but its gyroscopic guidance is shot.
Whoever tries to fly that thing will be in for an exciting ride.”
Ethan said.

“There's some tactical recon gear that came
up from Israel. I'm making a bid for that.” Karen said.

“There are some Soviet era tanks that are up
for bid. They always sell good to the crazy dictators of the world,
but finding replacement parts can be problematic.” Soren said.

“What model are they?” Cal asked.

Soren gave him a curious head tilt. “They're
Soviet T-62 tanks. Why?”

“Because there are a few hundred of them
sitting abandoned in Kandahar, Afghanistan.” Cal said casually.

“How do you know that?” Karen asked.

Cal whipped out his phone and pushed a few
commands in. With a confident smile, he showed the image to her.
“This is a tank graveyard outside Kandahar. It has hundreds of T-62
tanks, as well as some other Cold War era Soviet hardware. They
packed up and left after their war in the seventies and eighties,
and they ditched it all in the desert. There's been some scrapping
from the locals for metal salvage, but most of them are intact,
just a little rusty. They're just waiting to be plucked for parts.”
He handed the phone to Karen as she flicked through some of the
photos on the screen.

She handed the phone to Soren, as Ethan stood
behind him for a peek. They both smiled and looked at Cal. “I guess
you started your job early guy.” Soren said to him. The two got up
and sauntered off under the remainder of their hangovers.

Karen gave her man a little grab on the ass.
She pulled his head down to her lips and whispered in his ear. “It
looks like my little technology consultant just earned his first
commission bonus.” She said in a seductive, breathy whisper. Her
lip was curled into a devious little sneer as she looked up at
him.

“I better cash in on it fast. We'll be
docking in one hour.” Cal said with a devilish grin.

CHAPTER 18

Cal didn't mind ditching the guys to get some
alone time with her. After their bags were packed, Karen grabbed
his hands and led him over to the bed. Cal could feel his throbbing
cock already pressing against his shorts as she ran her beautiful
hands along his body. She started as his shoulders, as she pulled
his t shirt over his head. She ran her fingers through his messed
up hair, and down to his neck. She then pulled him into a slow
kiss. Cal stumbled as she brought his lips down to hers. She slowly
trailed kisses over his lips, pausing to slide her tongue around
against his. Cal's strong hands traced over her lithe body. The
yellow sun dress she was wearing gave him easy access to her bare
skin underneath. He slowly reached under it and trailed his fingers
along her skin, the dress held up by his hands. With one smooth
motion, the little dress came up over her head and landed in the
corner.

“Why are you always trying to get me naked?”
She asked in a weak, shuddering voice.

“It’s because you’re such a beautiful
specimen.” He said, as he bit her earlobe.

Her concentration failed her; as Cal's strong
hands came back down to cup her breasts. He reached under her lacy
blue bra and lifted, her supple breasts bounding free from their
restraints as he tossed that in the corner too. Cal trailed his
kisses down her shoulder, past her collarbone and slowly to one of
her perky, hard nipples. She sucked in a quick breath through her
teeth when he gently bit down. As he lightly rolled her nipple
around in his mouth, he reached down to pull off her panties. She
loved how hot his lips were, as he came back up to assault her with
his great kissing. Her toes curled and her legs quivered as he took
his time gently kissing her soft lips. She gave a tone of slight
surprise as he bit her bottom lip and pulled it. She loved this
side of him. His strong, confident, cocky self. She grabbed his
hair and pulled him off her. His cool gaze focused on her through
his fiery blue eyes, as a slow grin spread across his face.

“That's not nice Ms. Lawrence.” He said in a
deep whisper.

“I'm the one doling the bonus, so shut up and
take it. Boss's orders,” She said against his open mouth as she
continued her assault on his luscious, full lips. Her teeth touched
his as she dove in to give him more of her soft, unrelenting kiss.
When she finally broke the suction of their fervent make out
session, she looked up in his deep blue eyes and said, “Time for
your employee physical!” She then hooked her leg behind his, and
forced him down onto the bed. She laughed darkly in the quiet room,
as he fell so hard on the bed that he threw his hands out for
support. He looked up at her with surprise, and a little shock, as
she reached down and pulled his shorts all the way off in one swift
motion. She kept her blazing green eyes locked on his as his shorts
landed in the corner on top of her dress. “At this rate, we'll
never be packed.” She teased.

She looked at his waist, as his rock hard
manhood lay on his rippled abs. “My my Mr. Johnson, it looks like
you passed the first half of the test.” She said; as she reached
down to grab his waiting rod. She giggled at how he responded to
her touch. She loved having him on the bed, ready to do anything.
Perhaps he really was her brave knight after all!

“Oh God, I can't take much more of this.” He
groaned quietly.

“That's too bad, because I'm in the driver's
seat. Or should I say the one with the joystick?” She taunted him,
as she slowly ran her soft hand over his throbbing cock. Karen
could hardly contain herself. She scooted closer to him on the bed,
and took his hand in hers. As he watched her, she moved it between
her legs and almost jumped when he touched his thumb to her
clit.

“Oh, right there. Just....oh,” She trailed
off as he began a circular motion on her trembling body. His
fingers moved expertly over her glistening flesh. She couldn’t deny
how wet she was, how wet he made her! As her mind drifted, she
brought it back and lowered her head to his impressive, beautiful
member. She touched her lips to him, delighted in how hot his skin
was. Then she hungrily devoured him, taking the head of his manhood
all the way to the back of her throat. His moving hand stopped as
his brain struggled with these sensations. She halted her oral
assault and said, “I didn't say you could stop, Mr. Johnson!” Her
legs flexed and pulled together as he began his tireless rhythm
again. “Mmm, that's a good boy.” She whispered absently, as she
took him back in her mouth.

“Yes ma'am.” Cal said with a chuckle. His
smile faded as his eyes rolled back in his head. Karen started
moving her tongue around the head in a circular motion, while she
watched his response. His quiet moans were punctuated by the
occasional bucking motion of his hips as she continued her quest to
make him pop his cork. His pubic hair tickled her nose while she
pushed him all the way to the back of her throat. As he continued
his magical finger movements, she slowly began moving her waist
around towards his chest. As she reached her leg over his head, he
grabbed it and guided her all the way over. Her legs clenched as
his hands settled on her ass. She could feel his labored,
passionate breathing on her pubic hair as he pulled her mound
toward his face. A muffled moan came from her as he ran his nose
along her waiting flesh. Her own rhythm was forgotten as he slid
his tongue over her folds. His soft lips sucked on her clit, and
she could feel his expert tongue touching her lightly, just like a
feather. As her climax began to take hold of her, she dove into her
labors. She held the base of his impressive member and began her
own ceaseless assault on him. She smiled inwardly as his hips tried
to thrust his large cock deeper into her throat.

She held him down with her hands and arms as
she felt the telltale pulsations that signaled his inevitable
finale. Her motions quickened as her entire body locked up in a
mind wrecking crash of sheer bliss. Her only vocalizations were
limited to muffled screams against his rod as her legs closed
tightly around his face. In some far off place in her mind she
worried about his lack of air, but she couldn't control her body.
She rationalized, in her fog, that it was his fault for being so
good at pleasuring her if he suffocated.

His moans against her trembling, aching
womanhood sent renewed waves of pleasure through her body, as he
erupted in the back of her mouth. She felt his juice slide
unhindered down her throat, as he tapped lightly on her thigh with
his right hand. She could feel him saying something against the
apex of her thighs.

“I need air babe.” He said in a muffled, but
calm voice. She pulled his member out of her mouth and dismounted
her little carnival ride. As she swung her leg over, Cal slapped
her bare ass. Hard! She yelped involuntarily and gave him a shocked
little smile.

“I may have to send you to our sexual
harassment training seminar if you keep that up Mr. Johnson!” She
said as she ran a finger over her lips. She could still smell and
taste him, and it was driving her mad with lust.

“That's funny. I thought I was harassing you
quite nicely, Ms. Lawrence.” He said, grabbing his shorts from the
corner of the room. He handed Karen her yellow dress, and took his
sweet time helping her back into it. She closed her eyes and basked
in his contact as he helped her dress. He took his time fastening
her strappy sandals as his hands trailed up her legs. Her eyes
closed at his touch and she faded back under his musky, powerful
trance.

“I'll have you know, I'm not done with you
yet.” She said in her mockingly stern voice.

Cal pulled her into a drawn out,
panty-drenching kiss. “I don't ever want to be done with you baby.”
He hummed in her ear.

She pushed away from him like a guilty
teenager as the captain knocked lightly at the door.

“We're about to dock. Are you folks ready to
disembark?” He said politely.

Cal gave an annoyed look toward the door.
“Yeah we're good.” He said tightly. Their most recent encounter had
left him riled up, and a little on edge. Why was it that she made
him so crazy?

Getting off the boat was simple and clean.
They were docked only a couple of blocks from Karen's quaint hotel.
As they stepped up on the curb, she turned to Ethan and Soren, who
were trailing just a few paces back. “You guys are not staying
here. This is my sanctuary, and I don't need your stink on it.” She
said to them over her pointed finger.

Ethan smiled his fatherly smile and held up
his hands. “Alright boss lady, we can find another hotel. You kids
have fun wrecking your bed.” He said, as he and Soren hailed a cab.
The noon sun warmed their skin as Karen and Cal hustled to their
waiting little room with those chilled bottles of champagne. As he
slammed the door behind him, Karen began kicking her shoes off. She
cursed out loud as the straps confounded her efforts. Cal tossed
his enormous gym bag in the corner and strode dutifully over to
her. As she stood up, he grabbed her by the back of her head and
whispered forcefully in her ear.

“Girl, I hope you have insurance, because I'm
about to wreck you.” His smoldering voice made her moist and
pliable all over again.

The evenings in Ibiza were something to be
seen. The dance clubs and parties didn't start until nightfall, and
even those were just pre-parties to pass the time until the real
ones got underway through to sunrise. At around nine o'clock, there
was a knock on Karen’s door.

“Hey! Are you guys decent?” Soren yelled
through the open window.

Karen shook her head. “Yeah yeah, come on
in.” She yelled to them. She was just finishing her makeup in the
mirror. She decided to steal Aamina's eye makeup routine, as it
seemed to really incense Cal. She loved how the bright blue eye
shadow swept back towards her temples. It made her favorite weapon,
her eyes, even more dangerous. She yelled to Cal, who had
disappeared into the bathroom to get dressed. He seemed on edge
even after their bed destroying, marathon fuck session. She still
felt weak in the legs as she recalled the pounding her lower half
took.

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