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  In addition to not being her usual type, he also seemed a bit out of place amongst the club goers. He seemed about as happy to be here as she did. At least he wouldn’t have to go through the embarrassment of waiting in line though. In fact, he walked right up to the door, shook hands with each of the Russian bouncers, and stepped inside with no hold up or hassle. Great, Hannah thought to herself, he’s probably a drug dealer or something.

  A few minutes later they were permitted access to the club itself and Hannah wasn’t exactly feeling any relief once they were finally inside. Instead of being bored and annoyed by her friends, she now had to fend off a barrage of over-aggressive guys offering to buy her a drink or show her around.

  Hannah had never thought of herself as one of the pretty girls, but the boys had always thought so. No matter what she saw in the mirror, everyone else knew she was attractive in just about every sense of the word. Her dark raven hair accentuated her milky white skin, her bright green eyes, and her perfectly balanced features. Her legs were long and lean, her breasts ample and perky.

  She turned heads wherever she went but always wrote it off as a coincidence. In her own mind, she was nothing special.

  By some miracle the group of girls was able to find a table in a relatively quiet part of the club. Of course it wasn’t quiet for long as her friends brought their usual volume level to this nook as well. They had picked up a few guys in their wake who engaged in the most inane sort of small talk that one can imagine.

  Hannah did her best to grit her teeth and count down the minutes until last call. At least she was getting a few free drinks out of it. The last thing she needed was to break her strict budget by sipping her way through a series of watered-down fifteen dollar cocktails. For that she could half-heartedly answer a few questions about who she was or what she did.

  After a while it grew to be too much for her to take. She excused herself, ostensibly to go to the bathroom but really just to give her a break from the proceedings. She wandered through the club trying to keep a low profile and not get noticed. She weaved through the dance floor, dodging the flailing arms of the drunken dancers.

  Her friends were well settled in and this point and Hannah feared that she would have to endure this for several more hours. She was tired and frustrated and feeling the wrong kind of buzz. She thought that the lap through the club might help to clear her head and allay her worries. But it only gave her a more panoramic view of the watered-down, self-conscious decadence of the L.A. club scene.

  Hannah was so lost in her thoughts that she ran right into someone as she reached the edge of the dance floor. She apologized before looking to see who it was. When she locked eyes with the man who she had seen outside the club her breath caught in her throat.

  “Don’t worry about it,” he said to her.

  Hannah didn’t know what to say. Her mind raced along in several directions at once. The one thing she knew is that she had to say something back. She couldn’t just let him walk away from her and disappear into the pulsing nightclub but her tongue wouldn’t cooperate. Her jaw just hung dumbly open.

  He began to turn away from her.

  “This isn’t really my type of place,” she blurted out. It was a relief she was able to say anything at all.

  “Me either.” He agreed, sipping his drink.

  Now Hannah felt that she could breathe easy. “It’s just so...” But she couldn’t come up with the words. She felt like an idiot, staring at him and stammering.

  A slight smile formed on his lips. “I know.”

  She smiled at him. Still, she stood mute with no cure in sight for her nerves.

  She seemed to have at least taken his interest though. He wasn’t walking away. In fact, he looked to engage her further in conversation. Maybe there was hope after all.

  “So,” he began, “this isn’t your type of place. How come you’re here then?”

  “My, well, my friends. They sort of dragged me here.” She pointed back to where her friends were sitting but the man kept his eyes on her. “What about you?” She asked.

  “My boss told me I had to go out and have a good time tonight,” he said. “Seems like I came to the wrong place for that.”

  “I’m Hannah.”

  “Brody.”

  He looked her square in the eye. “Do you want to get out of here?”

  Hannah nodded. She wanted nothing more than that. Not only to be away from the club, away from the strangers who she used to call friends, away from the deafening music that was shredding her eardrums. But to be with him. To let him take her anywhere.

  “Let’s go,” Brody said as he took her by the hand and led her back across the dance floor.

  They passed by the table where her friends were sitting. Normally, she would have told them what she was doing and where she was going. It may have been the booze clouding her judgment but now she didn’t care. She just wanted to be gone from there with this mysterious man who had captured her imagination.

  She didn’t even look over at her friends on the way out. But she could feel them looking at her. She could feel their curiosity, their envy, their confusion. But it didn’t matter. She’d be happy to answer any of their questions later on. But right now, she was leaving as quickly as she could, before she changed her mind.

  He escorted her to his car and they climbed inside. Hannah actually found herself a bit surprised by how nondescript it was. He seemed like someone who would drive something flashier or with a little more muscle. But he drove it with a confidence that transformed it into something else. She didn’t feel like she was in a car but in a low flying plane, zooming inches above the surface of the earth.

  “Where’s your place?” He asked.

  She answered with an address. He asked for no further directions and confidently navigated his way there. Hannah rested her head against the cool passenger side window. She watched the lights of Los Angeles streak by in the neon night. She almost wanted to close her eyes, but kept them open for fear that this moment would only reveal itself to be a dream. She listened to the hum of the engine, saw the subtle movements of his steering out of the corner of her eye. He didn’t say a word to her and yet she felt strangely safe and at ease in his presence.

  They arrived at her apartment a little while later. Brody followed her inside. They stood alone together in the darkness for a time. He placed his hands on her hips and she inched closer to him. There was now only the smallest space between them. Hannah wanted to do so many things with him but right now she was paralyzed. She couldn’t even reach up to touch him. She was at his mercy. She would have stood there with him until the sun came up if that’s what he wanted to do.

  Luckily for her, that was not all he wanted to do. He leaned forward and kissed her. Hannah felt a wave of warmth flow through her body as her heart rate increased. Their tongues intertwined. Hannah could now feel Brody’s hands moving over her sides and back. She finally managed to move and pressed herself against his chest where she could feel his heartbeat.

  It pumped in a slow, controlled manner in contrast to the jackrabbit pace of her own. She threw her arms around his neck and began kissing him with passion and desperation. She needed to kiss him. She needed her lips to be against his as if she were a deep sea diver who needed to stay attached to her oxygen tank.

  This was not lost on Brody. He began to get more adventurous with his hands. He cupped the cheeks of her ass, first over the top of her skirt and then underneath it. The bare skin of her ass tingled at his touch. She could feel her panties beginning to moisten. She needed him. Needed him now. Right then and there.

  She went straight for his zipper. She was in a frenzy. She’d never felt like this with a man before, let alone a stranger she'd just met. Hannah had always been reluctant about having one night stands. But tonight was different, she had too much going on in her life and now she needed to lose control for once.

  She freed his cock from his jeans. It was already half erect. She squeezed and stroke
d it and felt it growing in her hands. She was pleasantly surprised by its length and girth. She couldn’t see it because her face was still locked to his but it felt like it was a beautiful cock. She traced the outline of the shaft and the curve of the head. He stood fully erect now. She gripped her hand around it and tugged slowly.

  In turn, Brody pulled her panties down from her waist and let them drop down her legs to the floor. As he cupped her ass again, his finger ended up between her legs. He was able to play with her pussy ever so slightly, not doing much more than teasing her aching clit. Still it drove her wild. She needed him inside her more and more with every passing moment.

  Hannah finally broke off her kiss. She backed away from him and eased herself down onto the bed. She pulled her skirt up so that her pussy was open for the taking. Brody followed her and stood over her.

  "Do you have a condom?" She asked, with hopeful eyes.

  Brody reached into his wallet and pulled out a Trojan. He tore the foil and rolled the rubber down the impressive length of his dick.

  She reached up and took hold of his cock again. She guided him forward until he was laying down on top of her. The head of his cock was now tantalizingly close to her pussy. She realized that she was holding her breath again. Something told her that she wouldn’t be able to release it until he was inside of her.

  If it were anyone else Hannah would have accused him of teasing her. But Brody didn’t seem like that type of man. He was making her wait because he knew that she secretly wanted him to do so. That she enjoyed teetering on the uncertain edge between the agony of waiting and the pleasure of fulfillment.

  And then she felt the lips of her pussy begin to split. It was finally happening. It seemed like she had waited her whole life for this moment. To find the man that unleashed this side of her. He entered her slowly, letting her feel every inch of his manhood.

  Hannah clung her arms around him and clawed so hard that she thought she would rip his shirt. Her chest heaved. She looked up and locked her eyes with his. She found him gazing at her intently as he filled her pussy all the way to the base of his shaft.

  He then began to thrust away. His cock moved like a piston, steady and hard in and out of her. She could feel herself beginning to sweat. Her face flushed. She could hear herself moaning before she knew that she was doing it.

  All she could think about was his cock and the way it was stretching her pussy. She wrapped her legs around his waist to bring herself even closer to him. Her clothes rubbed up against his. She had never had sex like this before. Never so sudden and spontaneous. Sometimes she even folded her clothes before getting into bed with a man. The unfamiliarity of the situation only added to her ecstasy.

  His thrusts grew more intense now. She clawed savagely at his back and gritted her teeth. She was so close, so so close. This had never happened to her before. Well, it had. But not in these circumstances. It usually took oral sex or her own fingers to achieve orgasm. But Brody’s cock, his wonderful cock, was working a magic she never believed existed.

  Brody leaned his head down, while still maintaining his thrusts, and began to kiss the side of her neck. A shiver of pleasure ran through her body. She felt her skin tighten. She was edging closer. He licked up her neck until he reached her ear. Brody licked and kissed her ear lobe. She could feel his hot breath against the thin flesh of her ear. He then licked around this sensitive area and that was it...

  Hannah’s orgasm rocked her body. She spasmed and twitched and screamed. It was so intense she thought briefly that she was having a seizure. Her eyes lost focus and her head began to swim. Her senses, so recently heightened by the excitement of the moment, were now numb and dulled. He was still fucking her but she could barely feel it. Instead she was floating along, finally able to take stock of how the last hour of her life had come to be. It still amazed her and now more than ever it felt like some beautiful dream from which she would wake up at any minute. Then she realized what she had to do next.

  She pushed herself from Brody and grabbed the condom off his dick. He seemed momentarily confused and then a bit surprised by her boldness. Hannah knelt at the edge of the bed and took Brody’s cock into her mouth and gave it a long, slow suck.

  Like most of the events of this night, Hannah taking a cock into her mouth without being asked to do so was a rare occurrence. But not only was she doing it, she was quite enjoying it. He was too big for her to fully handle, but with the help of her hand she was able to keep his whole cock occupied. She sucked and licked the head until it began to quiver. She knew he was growing close to his moment of climax. She tightened her grip on his shaft, hoping to squeeze out everything he had.

  After one final, forceful suck Hannah felt his load explode into her mouth. She took it as best she could. She didn’t want a single drop to escape her lips. She milked his cock with her hand to ensure that he would be fully spent. She swallowed his cum in slurping gulps.

  To add to her new experiences which this night had wrought, this was the first time she had ever tried swallowing. She found the way that his semen coated her throat as it went down to be a strange but not unwelcome sensation. In between swallows she flicked her tongue against the head of his cock to make sure that he was completely satisfied.

  When he was finished, and Hannah gave it a few extra sucks and licks just to make sure, they curled up next to each other on the bed. Without a word, they drifted off to sleep.

  THREE

  A New Assignment

  Sergei had given him a five hundred dollar bonus that afternoon. Pretty good fuel for his mandatory “fun night out.” He’d only spent about sixty of that before his time at the club was thankfully cut short.

  Not a bad little windfall.

  Especially since he managed to get laid in the process. Brody turned his head and looked at her sleeping form. She seemed like a pretty nice girl too. What was her name again? Haley? Hannah? Something with an H.

  She was cute too. It went beyond her being simply attractive. Plenty of girls at the club had been attractive. But this one, there was an innocence, even a wholesomeness about her. She was the type of girl you could settle down and have a life with. In other words, a girl who would want nothing to do with him as soon as she found out that he was a career criminal.

  Brody stealthily got up off the bed, careful not to disturb her from her deep slumber. Luckily he didn’t have to do anything to dress beyond zipping and buttoning his fly. It had been a long time since he’d done that kind of thing. For such a seemingly nice girl she had a bit of a wild streak after all. Yeah, she was something.

  As he began to walk toward the door, Brody hesitated for a moment. He looked back at where the girl slept. It was as if there were a gravity or magnetism that was keeping him in the room. What if he stayed? What if he just got back into bed with her so that they could wake up together in the morning?

  What if he just decided that he never wanted to leave her side? He shook off these thoughts. It was impossible. He couldn’t ask her to do that, to accept him as he was. He could barely even accept himself.

  It would be selfish to stay. Better for both of them if she woke up alone in the morning.

  But then, he thought, maybe he should be selfish, if just for once. It was his big night out. Why not take a risk? He looked around the room for a pen and paper, still being careful to make the minimum amount of noise. He scribbled his name and cell number down on a notebook which lay on her desk.

  There. Leave the ball in her court. If she wanted to make something more of this, it would be her call. Satisfied with this solution, Brody tiptoed out the door.

  Brody fell asleep again as soon as his head hit the pillow in his own bed. Even with his nap that afternoon the day had taken a lot out of him. The whole thing had been a stark departure from his usual routine.

  At ten grand a pop. he really only needed to steal six or seven cars a year to give himself a comfortable living. In reality, he usually wound up with ten or twelve. This gave him abo
ut three hundred fifty-three days a year when he didn’t have to work.

  He probably could have asked Sergei for more work if he ever needed it. But he’d avoided the trappings of a luxurious lifestyle so far. Perhaps more importantly he’d manage to stay away from the drug and alcohol problems that plagued many of the other people who sought employment on this side of the law. He lived simply but comfortably. He had all he needed and could get whatever he wanted.

  To fill his time he took up a number of hobbies. He was an avid reader across genres and time periods, fiction and non-fiction. He took trips to other cities and made attempts to meld in as a local as best he could. In fact, that’s what he spent most of his time doing: blending into the landscape.

  He didn’t want to be noticed. He just wanted to exist. The only way in which he wanted to stand out was in his work. And even then he didn’t want to do so in a flashy way. He was the best. That was enough for Brody.

  But the price of being the best was having people know he was the best. And because Sergei knew Brody was the best, he never hesitated to call him.

  So, for the second consecutive day, Brody was awakened by an early morning phone call.

  “Good morning, my friend.”

  “Good morning,” Brody managed to mumble, though seeing as how the sun wasn’t up yet he wasn’t one hundred percent sure that it was even morning yet.

  “You had a fun time last night, yes?”

  “Yeah, Sergei. Just like you said.”

  “I heard you went home with a girl.” The way he said it made the whole night sound so lascivious.

  Brody tried to dodge the question. “Oh yeah? Who told you that?” He didn’t feel like talking about this particular girl with Sergei.

  “I know a lot of people. They tell me a lot of things.”

  “Don’t believe everything you read.”

  “I didn’t read it.”

  “Yeah, well...” Brody was finally starting to feel awake. He wanted to get away from this topic of discussion as quickly as possible. “You call me up to congratulate me? Or is this about business?”