Rock Her (10 page)

“Holy shit!” He screamed with pleasure.

Annie continued to deep throat him and he could feel the cum
bubbling in his balls. He warned her, but she just closed her lips tightly over
his cock. He pulled out of her so that she could respond. A long string of
saliva drooped out of her mouth as she caught her breath. Annie took a few deep
breaths and then ran her finger down behind his balls and stroked across his
puckered asshole. That was enough, and he shook as if he was having a seizure
and came into her mouth, growling and shouting in the thrill of his release.

He pulled out of her throat and started stroking the rest onto
her face. Gob after gob of the sticky, salty substance stained her face. What
landed above her cheeks pooled there, but what landed on her cheeks and lips
slid down the slick saliva lacquer he had established and dripped onto her
breasts. Annie swallowed the whole of his load, and licked gently round his
softening cock, keeping it in her mouth until he was drained dry.
 
Instead of a clean and freshly-washed face,
streaks of cum decorated her beautiful features. She sucked and licked his cock
and nuts clean of their juices.

She rose and kissed him. He could taste the salty substance of
his own sperm but he knew any real man could handle it if the girl could. He
stood there completely dumbfounded by the best blowjob he had every received.
Completely satisfied he decided to return the favor.

She sat down on the shower bench, opening her legs and tilting
her hips. Annie squirted some body wash on her crotch and massaged it around
her clit. Kip was staring at her beautiful smooth, shaved pussy being gently
messaged by her delicate fingers. Kip pointed the shower head towards her,
rinsing the soap off.

He had no choice but to kiss it, and when he did, she pressed
his head into her, so he began to lick her, the taste of her juices mixed with
the faint, soapy taste of the recent body wash. She was aroused quickly, and as
he licked, kissed and nibbled her, he felt her shiver and squeeze her thighs
around his head. I love a woman that gets off fast.

She stroked his head for a few seconds while he finished her
off with his tongue. He gently kissed and nibbled on her lips before he stood
up and said, "We'd better get out before we use up all of the water."

They rinsed each other off and left the shower. He grabbed her
ass quickly as he walked behind her. They then dried each other off with thick
Egyptian cotton towels.

“That was a lot of fun Kip. We should do it again sometime,”
she said with a smile.

“We can have sex all the time!”

“I meant the bike ride.” She winked at him.

Annie was fully dressed when she climbed into the cab ahead of
Kip. Kip gave the driver the address and settled back next to Annie as the car
pulled out into the heavy New York traffic.

“Kip, you don’t own this cab company, do you?” Annie asked him.

Kip smiled at the question. “No. Not anymore.” He said.

Annie laughed. “Not anymore? You mean you used to?”

“Well, my father did. He sold it before he died. I actually own
the seven fives taxi.”

“So, you don’t own this company, but you do own a taxi
company?” She asked.

“Yes.”

“Then why aren’t we riding in a seven fives?”

“Eh, a cab is a cab, right? Anyway, I didn’t see one around
when we needed it.”

Annie laughed again. “It’s so true. You are down to earth.”

“Like I said, I get that from my dad,” Kip said.

“You promised to tell me about him,” Annie said, pulling her
notebook from her purse and opening it, pencil in hand.

Kip let out a small sigh. “It’s hard for me to talk about my
father,” he said. “I feel like I failed him. And I hate to fail at anything. I
can’t imagine any bigger failure than letting your father down and not being
able to fix it.”

“Why don’t you start from the beginning?” Annie prompted.

“Okay. Let’s see. My father served in World War Two. He was an
aerial machine gunner on a B-17. He was shot down twice. Once over Nice, France
and once again over the Sahara while on a mission to bomb Rommel. In both cases
there were only a few survivors. He always had a hard time telling me the
story. He’d get choked up remembering his friends that died.

Anyway, he flew over fifty successful missions in the Army Air
Corps. That was the Air Force before it was called the Air Force. Most others
had a life expectancy of about seven or eight missions. But he kept pushing the
envelope. That’s how he was about everything.

In both crashes his plane took flak and was ripped to pieces,
killing half of his crew before the plane even went down. Planes were flown by
wire back then. The pilot pulled the wheel, and the wheel was attached to a
wire that went to the back of the plane and was attached to the elevator, the
elevator would go up, and the plane would go up. When he turned the wheel to
the right, the wires would pull and the plane would turn right. So when the
flak hit the plane, it ripped all the wires apart, making the plane impossible
to fly. My father was able to instruct the guys that were left to pull on
certain wires, and help guide it to the ground as best as they could. He saved
their lives.”

“Incredible story!” Annie said thoughtfully.

“When my dad got back to the states, he came up with the idea
to go wireless on the planes. All the planes functions would be controlled by
radio control. You pull the wheel back, it sends a radio signal back to a
receiver in the tail, and the receiver would make the elevator go up. Simple as
that. Nothing so spectacular today, but in nineteen forty seven it was a huge
leap. He sold the idea to the military and then again to Boeing and McDonnell
Douglas and so on. It’s how he began his fortune. Then he made investments. You
know, oil, minerals, all of the stuff that made people rich in those days. Then
he started to buy companies and retool them, making them more profitable. By
the time I was born in nineteen seventy he was a millionaire several times
over. At one point in the nineteen eighties he was even a billionaire, but the
internet bubble and all. You know.”

Annie nodded.

“So, I grew up in the lap of luxury. My mother, God rest her
soul, made sure I went without anything. I was a spoiled rotten little kid, I
can assure you. But my father would always bring me back down to earth when he
saw how spoiled I was getting. You know, we had a sixty foot yacht with crew
and all…”

Still do, actually.

“And he would take me fishing on an old wooden rickety bridge
just outside of a town called Gordell. And we’d walk with our fishing poles
over our shoulders through the little town. It was a really poor place, and it
made me see how little others had. We’d do that a couple times a year. Once he
took me to a small place in Mexico. We drove down. This was the poorest place I
have ever seen. People were sick and drinking water from filthy polluted holes
in the ground. I will never forget it. But this was the kind of stuff he did to
make sure I didn’t lose my head in all of the wealth I was normally surrounded
by. I suppose it worked.”

“The ironic thing was it made me appreciate things I had more
than he expected. My mother died in nineteen ninety five. She had cancer. And
all of my father’s money couldn’t save her from that. Then during nine eleven I
watched the towers fall from my apartment right here in Manhattan. I could not
believe what I was seeing. As soon as I came to my senses and I realized that
this was going to mean war I went down and enlisted. I thought my father would
have been proud of me. I was going to follow in his footsteps. But when I told
him, he just shut down. He tried to explain to me that he intended for me to
inherit the business and carry on the family fortune. But I was not listening.
Oh, I heard him, but I just kept saying that I would take over when I got out.
It was only a four year enlistment, after all. But he already knew he didn’t
have four years. He was already sick. He just would not tell me. I don’t know
why he wouldn’t. He was just like that. Never wanted anyone concerned over his
health. He was a hard man. But I was acting like a spoiled punk again and said
some really cruel things to him. I know I hurt him. I told him I didn’t want
anything to do with his business, his money, or him. Looking back, I still
don’t know why I said those things. I was an angry little shit.

“Anyway, like I told you at dinner yesterday he called me. He
apologized for his silence and told me the business was still there for me to
run when I got back. He told me how proud he was of me, and he left everything
to me. Everything. And then I was taken in that firefight. The rest you know. I
missed him by three months.”

 
“We still have about
nine blocks to go,” Annie said quietly.

Kip scooted closer on the seat and put his arm around her.
“You’re going to make me do this aren’t you?”

“Kip, you’ve agreed to have me write your biography. Like I’ve
already told you, there is no way to do it unless I know it all.”

Kip looked down at his feet on the dirty cab floor. Annie moved
in closer and kissed his cheek. “Kip, maybe it is time to open up about the
things that bother you so much.”

“Annie, I’ve already told you I would tell you everything. I
just want to make sure you don’t put it all in. Like I said yesterday.”

“And I agreed.”

Kip took a deep breath and examined his nails. “Okay, then.”

They arrived at four forty four Prescott Avenue and the cabby
let them out. Annie led Kip into the building and up the stairs. The place was
run down and there were kids playing in the halls and on the stairwells. The
smell of cooking grease filled the place and a couple could be heard arguing a
few floors up.

Kip followed her up the stairs. When they reached her floor she
stopped in front of her apartment, which wasn’t far from the landing. She stood
before the door a moment. Kip looked around the hall. He heard children
laughing and playing, and mothers yelling at them. Their voices echoed
throughout the hall. Finally Kip realized that Annie hadn’t moved as he looked
about. She hadn’t even dug in her purse for her keys.

“Annie?” he said.

“Kip, something is wrong.”

“What is it,” he asked, moving closer to her and putting his
hand on her shoulder. Then he saw what had her worried. Her door was ajar. And
there were clear marks around the jamb where it had been forced open.

Kip pulled her back behind him and pushed the door open. Light
flooded the dim hallway. Inside he could see that the apartment had been
ransacked. The curtains were torn from the windows. The flat screen TV was torn
from the wall and smashed atop the coffee table, a gaping hole on the wall
where it had once been mounted. All of the pans, dishes and utensils were
strewn about the entire kitchen area. Kip held his hand back, motioning Annie
to stay put, as he entered the apartment.

He stopped just past the ripped open couch and peered down the
short hallway toward her bedroom. Pictures were off of the walls and smashed on
the tile floor of the hall. Light was also beaming from the open door to
Annie’s bedroom and bathroom. He walked slowly down the hall, aware of the fact
that Annie had not stayed put where he told her to. She was now in the standing
behind him.

Kip asked her: “Anything missing?”

Annie shook her head slowly, trying not to allow the tears that
were welling in her eyes from rolling down her face. “I don’t know, Kip.”

“Well, I’d wager nothing is.”

“How can you be so sure?” She asked.

“This doesn’t look like a normal burglary. Why would someone
break in to steal something, spend the time to wrestle the Plasma TV from the
wall mount, then let it fall onto the table? No. Something else has happened
here.”

“What, Kip?” Annie asked, her voice cracking. She had never
been burglarized before, even in this low income building.

“I don’t know. So, I am going to look around and try to learn
what I can. Now, I mean it, stay put,” Kip said sternly, jabbing his finger to
the spot she currently occupied.

 
Kip turned and continued
down the hall, glass cracking under his shoes.

He turned and disappeared into her room for a moment, then
reappeared again, only to vanish into her bathroom again. A few minutes later,
he was standing by her side.

“I am sorry, your bedroom and bathroom look pretty much like
this,” he waved his arm around the room. “This may have been a burglary, but
whoever did it was looking for something in specific.” Kip raised his eyebrows
at Annie. It was a questioning look.

“What?”

“I am just wondering what you have in here that is valuable,
hidden and that someone knows about. Valuable enough that they would break in
and trash the place looking for it.”

“Kip, I don’t have anything of value. The TV is the most
expensive thing I have, and there it is.” She pointed to the shattered glass
and plastic hulk in front of her. “When I left Stewart I left with nothing. I
live writing job to writing job. The TV was a gift to myself after I got the
senator’s biography published. The royalties barely paid for it. I haven’t had
new clothes since I left him. Except for the ones you bought me last night.”

“Okay, well, there must be something else then,” Kip said,
“Something I missed.” He looked around the room again. Then he stepped over to
the window and looked out upon the busy street below. Scratching his head, he
turned back to the room, but stopped, something clicking in his mind.

“Why the curtains? He asked.

“What?”

He shook his head. “Why tear down all of the curtains? I mean,
some might get torn during the trashing of the house…”

 
But all of them have been deliberately torn down. The whole apartment,
living room, kitchen, bedroom and bathroom, is exposed to the building across
the street.