Samantha Steel is...The Spy Who Did Me--The First Coming A Samantha Steel Erotic Thriller (7 page)

I slid under the bed, the carpet scraping my
elbows and nipples, like small razor blades. I lay under the bed,
frozen...listening. I couldn't see anything from under the bed, the
linens lay draped over the side, blocking my view. I continued to
wait for sound, keenly aware of the thumping of my own
heartbeat.

Then...voices. “The target has been secured.”
followed by the crackle of a radio. “Copy that,” came the reply.
“Await further instructions.”

“The target was secured?” I questioned. “Who
was the target? The guy I just fucked?”

I shimmied...trying to get to a different
part of the bed's underside. My head was now at the foot. I was
still too far from my gun, but I was able to stick my head out from
underneath the bed, to get a look at the invaders.

The room was still a bit murky. I saw two
figures, in all black fatigues, and black boots. Their faces were
covered with black, hooded ski masks. One of the hooded figures was
carrying a large rifle, silenced at the muzzle. The other carried a
pistol, also silenced. I became aware of the scent of blood. I
assumed it was Mr. No-Name. Then I noticed the body bag, lying by
the feet of the rifle-carrying invader. That must be him. I usually
don't feel remorse...part of my programming, as well as
training...but shit...I was just screwing that guy fifteen minutes
ago.

The radio on the pistol-carrier crackled to
life. “You're clear to bring Sam Steel's body out. Use the freight
elevator route. You have one hundred and eighty seconds. Be quick
about it. The boss needs the body while it's still warm.”

“We're on the move.” The radio crackled off.
The invaders each grabbed an end of the body bag, and removed
themselves quickly from the room. I quickly jumped out from the
underside of the bed, grabbed my pistol from underneath the
mattress, and bolted to the door. I didn't give a shit that I was
naked...I just wanted a crack at these guys.

I entered the hallway slowly, gun held up to
my face. I checked my clip, saw it was loaded, and popped my head
around the corner of the doorway...looking left, then right.
Nothing. The lights were all out. I figured the invaders knocked
them out...wouldn't want to be seen.

I sprinted to the end of the hallway...no
trace of them. Unfortunately, I didn't know where the freight
elevator was on the hotel floor, so I didn't know which way to
turn, as I encountered a break in the hallway. Right or left.
Precious time was ticking away. I chose right.

I continued my sprint, gun held up at the
ceiling, when I came to the end of the hallway. No freight
elevator. I frowned, and quickly made my way back.

As I approached my room I caught sight at the
end of the suite hallway. Wind was rushing in through a broken
window. I ran to it, my breasts bouncing with every step. I
realized how uncomfortable it was to run in the nude.

I reached the window, only to see two ropes
and a winch hanging outside of it. They must have escaped through
this window, and winched themselves to another floor...and then
used the freight elevator. I was too late. I looked out the window,
taking in the Vegas strip...the flashing lights, the hot desert
air...the city that never sleeps.

I have a place on the outskirts of town, and
I always came here for down time...but I never expected this.

I sulked back to my room. I closed the door
behind me, turned on the lights, and surveyed the place. Nothing
out of place save for the blood-stained bed. Poor No-Name. It
looked like they took him out just where I'd left him. He never saw
it coming.

I sat at the edge of the bed, my mind
analyzing...seeing everything that just took place...running over
it like a tape recorder. The voice on the radio that one of those
assholes was carrying...he said “you're clear to bring out Sam
Steel's body”.

But I'm Sam Steel.

Was that an attempt on my life? They shot a
man. Maybe those morons thought the target was a man named Sam
Steel. A simple case of bad intel may have just saved my life.

My cellphone started to vibrate on the table
next to the bed. An incoming text from HQ...

...INTERCEPTED INTEL...POSSIBLE HIT...BE ON
GUARD!!...SENDING BACKUP TO YOUR LOCATION...

Better late than never?

My ass!

So someone just tried to take me out.
Considering I'm GESS's biggest secret, and best weapon, no surprise
there. But who knew I was here? Only a few people.

Someone fucking set me up!

And I'm gonna find out just who it was.

TO BE CONTINUED
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