For those following the LIAR series, I hope you enjoy this installment. Those who are new to the story line, forgive me if there isn't enough character development. Being an ongoing set of characters, it would be rather lengthy to provide complete background on each prior to getting into the story.

For readers who have also read some of my other stories on Literotica, I hope you have fun with the crossover characters. Jim and Sara show up along with Jill, Jason, Sandy, and Flavia. Flavia becomes an important character for this story.

Also, a last note. I try to write stories that have actual plots and themes along with the "erotica". So if you're expecting characters to instantly be in bed together, you might want to try another story on this site. But there are several highly erotic situations that fill complete chapters in this story... just be patient with it.

THANKS:

Thanks to Sara who shared my midlife crisis and helped make it so much fun.

Thanks "Billie" for being my "Billie" wherever you are today.

Thanks to "Amy Madison" who brings me joy and sparked a post-mid-life-mid-life-crisis

Thanks to "Austin" for his unintended inspiration.

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LIAR 6 THE SEARCH

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Got It!

Light rain pelted against the window in almost stark contradiction to the sunshine that flooded the hotel room. Rain in Colorado Springs can come and go within minutes, returning the city to sunshine and blue skies as if it never happened. Sometimes the sun continues to shine brightly through the brief waves of rain. The occasional pinging sound of raindrops against the glass was not even noticed by the couple enjoying a mid-afternoon encounter.

A young, petite, brunette secretary with fair skin rested back against the headboard as her middle-aged boss was busy. Clothes were strewn across the room where they had vigorously undressed. Her sprawled legs gave ample room to accommodate his face between them. He knelt before her, licking at her clit as if he had never experienced such a pleasure before.

With his attention completely focused on orally pleasing her and gratifying his lust, he couldn't see that she held the expression of someone who might just as easily been filing documents at the office. Although, each time he glanced upward to her, she quickly changed her expression to one of orgasmic pleasure. Her eyes shuddered gently and her mouth opened with a slight, sexually indulged grin. When he would return to his task she roll her eyes at him in mocked distain.

Good secretaries know how to get what they want from their bosses. She was a very good secretary. She gripped the back of his head as he ate at her, before offering an approving moan to urge him on. But she may have urged him on a bit too much. He was becoming aggressive in his sexual appetite.

He rolled over on his back; his middle-aged gut, spread a bit to the sides of his frame making him less round looking in some ways. His cock sprung upward with anticipation of the fulfillment of his fantasies. For weeks since she came to work at Crowe Horwath, he had thought about what she looked like without those nerdy glasses and starched business dress shirts. The tartan skirts she often wore, were just a bonus for his vivid imagination.

Taking her hand, he guided her fingers to his cock. As her soft hands gripped him, his eyes closed and his head fell back against the pillows.

"Tell me again how you outsmarted the stupid IRS investigators." She said as she began to stroke his cock, bringing a demonic smile to his face. Feeding his ego made his cock twitch with delight.

"They're just not bright enough to see it. I laundered twice as much as Crowe Horwath's total earnings last year. Hidden in plain sight." He grinned at the thought before begging, "Come on now. Show me how much you enjoy working for me."

She leaned over and gave his throbbing knob a quick lick, then hesitated with her lips barely touching his cock. She spoke, her lips move against his tender flesh of his head, letting him feel the warmth of her breath. "So they all just send you money?"

"Yes", he said, putting his hand on her head to force her to take in his cock.

She took a deep plunge down onto his cock with her mouth and let her tongue roll around the sides, wetting him with her saliva. She rose again to tease, her lips barely touching him. "You do have your routing number and password securely hidden don't you?" She asked. "Your career is on the line if anyone finds out. Not to mention you'd probably go to jail."

This time, she took a huge gulp of his cock, urging him to speak. His hips lifted to deeply thrust into her throat making her nearly choke.

"I don't write things down. My mind is a steel trap. It's a long series of numbers that they'd never figure out." He said while being gratified by her mouth. "Easy to remember if you know the collegiate mountain range. Simply the elevation of each mountain in the order of the college names. I memorized those names in alphabetic order along with their altitude when I was a kid."

She hesitated, rising off of his cock. "Did you get that?" She asked as she raised her head and stared off into the distance.

In the next room, Ross was busy typing digits into a computer. He held one finger up to his partner, telling Max to hold on for a moment. Suddenly a smile crossed his face and he shouted, "GO!"

The look of confusion on the boss man's face turned instantly into shock as the hotel room door was thrust open and several FBI agents came barging in. Shouting as they came, the black t-shirts bearing the highly visible, white initials made it clear that he had been set up.

Britney stood and casually walked away from the bed as they stormed the room. Her male companion seemed stunned and outraged, but she seemed calm and unshaken by the chaos of people coming into the small space.

Max Wright was toward the front of the pack with a robe that he quickly threw around Britney's shoulders. She tugged the robe closed and looked over at her 'boss' who was being cuffed. The recitation of miranda rights being quoted from a card in the hand of one officer was interrupted by obscenities he was shouting at the agents.

They got him up and covered before hauling him unceremoniously out the door. One agent quickly grabbed his clothes and threw them into a black plastic bag before following the parade of black t-shirts down the hallway. Britney and Max were left in the room with newfound quiet.

She moved to the couch where she began to dress. Max turned away to give her privacy. "Okay, you've got to explain it to me."

"What?" she asked, as she tugged a tartan skirt up her legs and over her hips.

"You researched him and had him pegged on every count. So what made you choose the skirt, fake black glasses, and these nerdy dress shirts?"

"Please. That was a no brainer." She exclaimed as she put on her dress shirt and tucked it into the skirt. "I'm decent." she said a she started buttoning her shirt.

Max turned back slowly as he questioned her. She started running her fingers through her hair, combing down the locks from her tryst with the boss. "I'm missing something here then." He said shaking his head.

Ross entered the room and waved a USB stick at the two of them with a grin, indicating he had the recordings saved and copied. Max nodded approvingly before Ross started moving through the room, collecting microphones from the lamp, tv, and one in a reading light on the headboard.

"He's an accountant." Britney said as if to ask why it was so hard for him to understand.

"I would have guessed a tight, short dress and perfect makeup." Max admitted.

"And you would have been completely off base. Accountants seem to go for the nerdy girl thing. Tartan skirts, starched dress shirts, glasses, even the occasional thin, black tie. If it was later in the fall, I would have gone with a bulky sweater and a short wool skirt." She finished buttoning the sleeves of her dress shirt and stepped into her shoes that had been thrown to the side of the couch earlier.

Max shook his head, "Still, he's a red blooded American guy. I would have put an agent in here who was blond with fake tits and long legs."

"Oh, you mean Cynthia in consumer fraud division?" Ross asked.

"No, ... I mean.. Ross?!" He threw Ross a disapproving look as Ross gave a 'what the fuck?' glance of confusion back. Max just shook his head with dismay at his junior partner before looking back to Britney.

"Accountants like the innocent little girl thing. They want to have a bit of control and feel like they know more than the poor, innocent kid who they can teach." Britney said, throwing on the fake glasses for additional effect. Then she shot them a broad, nerdy girl grin and threw her arms wide as if to say, 'ta-da'.

Xs and Os

The next morning Ross and Max arrived back in Pittsburgh. The uneventful, early morning flight gave them time to discuss how they would approach the collection of evidence in their case. A young FBI rookie was waiting for them at the arrivals area in a typical nondescript, black SUV. It was normal procedure for a recent recruit to be waiting for them. They were often used to transport senior agents back and forth from the airports. Max jumped in the front seat as the rookie placed their luggage in the rear. Ross stretched out in the back seat, filling the entire space with his long legs and computer bag.

Both men were exhausted. Max rested his head and closed his eyes, working through the operational details in his mind. He kept his eyes closed as he mused through possibilities.

"This data dump is great, having the password to his off shore account is great also. The circumstantial evidence of his involvement may sway a judge to hold him. But that still doesn't tell us specifically how he did it. We've got to figure out his method to make the case stick." Max was speaking to Ross but it was nothing more than rambling at this point.

"Hidden in plain sight." Ross mused as he fumbled through the files on the tablet he had pulled from his bag. "Most of these accounting systems seem to have a common base spreadsheet that runs in the background with a simple user interface program for data entry."

Max considered the situation before sitting upright and opening his eyes. He turned as if to be thinking through something Ross had said. Speaking to the young driver who was getting into his seat. "We're going to make a stop on our way back to the Clarksburg FBI Center."

Twenty minutes later, they pulled up to a typical office building located toward the back of a business park in Canonsburg, PA. "We'll try not to be long." Max said as he and Ross got out and headed for the front door.

"Jim, good to see you again." Max greeted a middle aged man who met him as they entered the building. "Thanks for taking us on such short notice."


"I was a bit surprised to hear from you Max. Or should I say, Seth?" Jim said as he took Max's hand.

"Ross, Jim and I met up during several of my undercover operations through BDO. This is a remote BDO workspace his team uses while working on projects." Max explained to his partner.

"Why all the way out here in Canonsburg? I thought BDOs Pittsburgh office was in the One Triangle building downtown." Ross quarried.

"Yeah, the main Pittsburgh office is there but most of us work all over the area. Do you have any idea what office space cost per square foot at One Triangle? So Dan, the Pittsburgh regional director, has an office there with his staff. We go there from time to time, but we're farmed out all over to reduce the cost of operation." Jim replied, shaking Ross's hand. He turned his attention back to Max before saying, "Well, let's take this discussion up into my office."

Jim led them down a hallway and up a half flight of steps. "Three road warrior teams are based at this office. I'm actually heading out for a week as soon as one of my team members gets here. We're driving down to Louisville today. Starting a job there tomorrow morning." He explained.

As they passed an older, distinguished looking woman at a half circle desk, the group waved and she nodded as she continued to listen to someone on the phone.

"Our teams coordinator. She cares for travel schedules, planning the conference spaces and compiling data files for the three teams that base out of this office."


He led them into a small working office, piled with data charts and computer screens. Sitting behind the desk, he powered up his computers that began lighting up several video screens on both his desk and a work table to his left. "What do you have for me. I've got a few minutes to look at it before we have to start loading up."

"Well like I told you on the way over, this spreadsheet system is something that was written by a guy at Crowe Horwath. He's probably going away for a long time on tax evasion and money laundering, embezzlement and possibly racketeering." Jim explained as Max took the USB stick and started calling up files.

"The guy bragged that his method was hidden in plain sight." Ross added as Jim fumbled through the files.

They bantered as Jim opened dozens of electronic documents, glancing through them, bouncing the screens left and right. Suddenly he stopped and leaned forward into the screen. "Damn bifocals." he muttered as he threw his glasses on the desk and put on reading glasses. "Hit my late 40s and everything is falling to shit. Guess some call it a part of the whole mid-life crisis thing." He continued to mutter.

Ross grinned as Max shot him a cautious look. Jim was only a few years older than Max.

"Yep. Here it is." Jim said, turning the screen to face the agents. "There are dozens of rows and columns in this file that are just visually zeroed out." He explained by dragging and widening a column to the right and exposing a line of cells previously hidden. Each cell had an icon indicating that a calculation was set for that cell to process. "Wow. You say this guy works for Crowe Horwath? I didn't think they had anyone at their company that was this bright." Jim commented.

Suddenly a young woman opened the office door. "Oopsies" she said, as she realized Jim had people with him.

"Sara. I'm just finishing up with an old acquaintance who used to work for us." Jim said, withholding the fact that his friends were FBI agents and that his old acquaintance had been working for BDO while undercover. "Sara here is my intern at the moment. But I have a feeling that one day I'll be working for her, if I'm not careful."

"Sorry Jim. I just wanted to let you know that I'm ready to leave when you are." She said. "My luggage is already in the Jeep."

Max and Ross both seemed to stare at her as she spoke. Then Ross shot Max an inquiring as well as confused look. Max nodded with a knowing glance.

"Give is about five more minutes. It's a simple question that Max is asking. So we'll be able to hit the road soon." Jim stated. He glanced over at Sara and gave her an almost imperceptible wink.

Sara smiled at the group. "Nice to meet you gentlemen", she said as she pulled the door gently closed.

"Not bad. I'm impressed." Max said knowingly.

"What?" Jim replied.

"You didn't even let on to..." Max waved his finger at the door as he tried to recall the young lady's name. "Sara. You didn't even give her a hint of the fact that we worked together on an FBI case." Max finished.

"Well first off it wasn't 'We'. I was just around reading data for you during your little operation with BDO." Jim stated. "And for the record, you're not the only one that can keep a secret."

Max gave a mild chuckle as Jim continued tapping through keys, screens, and pages of data that he tossed from one screen to other varied screens surrounding his desk."

"It's pretty simple, even elegant in it's method." Jim said to Max as he continued pointing to the screen.

"Walk me through it." Max stated.

"These cells have a very basic code embedded within the document that draw calculations from another spreadsheet file. These are all background documents. The average user, using the company interface wouldn't even know that it was sending data to another background document. The hidden spreadsheet will then take the electronic transfer of funds and skim Xs and Os." He could tell Max was missing it but Ross caught on quickly.


"Wow." Ross said as the lights came on and he started to see where Jim was going with his explanation. "So he's skimming from the binary code of electronic transactions, taking rounding errors and transferring small amounts of money into his private off shore account with each transaction."

"Seems like it. Each transaction skims anywhere from 1 to 4 cents off the line." Jim continued.

"And 1 to 4 cents off each transaction the company makes electronically, embedded in the software of dozens of major companies, compiled across the last ten years adds up." Jim concluded.

"Probably millions. The calculations used rounding errors and since this guy was their accountant, he just made the audits figures work out. No individual department or line item in their budget saw a significant enough loss to worry about." Jim interjected. "It's a very old scam but I don't know that I've ever seen it survive this long. Usually someone finds it eventually and the scam unravels. His advantage was that he was their accountant. When it got to his goal, he might have skipped the country before anyone would know it. And the corrupt files would continue sending him money until each company found the code and fixed it." Jim explained.

"Jim, thanks for pointing us in the right direction. We have everything we need to nail him now." The group stood, shook hands and started for the door. As the door swung open, there stood Sara who was about to knock.

"I have all the file boxes loaded in the Jeep too. So we can pull out for Louisville whenever you're ready." She smiled.

Jim followed the men out into the hallway and as they turned to say their last goodbyes, he put his hand casually along the back of Sara's waist. "Well, let me know anytime you need a consultant." Jim said. "Do I need to see you out?"

"No, we're fine. Thanks." Max offered.

"Okay, we'll leave through the back entrance and head off to Louisville." Jim said.

As Max and Ross exited the building, they both began to snicker. "Was it my imagination?" Ross chortled.

"I thought it was just me at first but when I saw your expression it was all I could do not to laugh out loud." Max said walking toward the car where their driver was waiting.

"She was wearing nearly the same outfit Britney wore. White dress shirt, pressed, black thin tie, the only thing missing was a tartan pattern for that skirt." Ross chuckled.

"So I guess Britney was right. The fantasy girl for a middle aged accountant is a nerdy girl." Max said, getting into the car.

Ross closed his door before adding, "Do you think that those two might be...?"

"Naw. Jim is as straight as an arrow. He's a married married man with two kids." Max threw back. "Certainly not the type to be having an affair."

An hour later they arrived at the Clarksburg FBI center and passed through the security checkpoint. Their driver pulled around to the front of building number 3 where Max and Ross got out.

"I'll have your luggage delivered to your personal cars." The young man offered. Max nodded approvingly. "Thanks for service with a smile."

They had barely entered the lobby when Cassie came running toward them. Her FBI windbreaker that was at least one size too large, swooshed as the nylon sleeves rubbed against the body of the jacket. "MAX", she shouted across the lobby. "It's Billie!" She continued running toward them.

"Relax. What's she want? Is she back from the operation in Jacksonville?" Max replied, trying to figure out why Cassie was so excited.
"NO!" Cassie shouted again, a bit breathless. People in the lobby were all turning to look at Max and Ross. Cassie thrust out a clipboard with several papers attached. "Billie is missing!"

Captive

Her eyes squinted at the light that came on in the corner of the room. The fog of having been drugged seemed to dissipate as she began to move. Vaguely she remembered that she was leaving her hotel for the airport. As if the fog of the drugs clouded her memories also, she tried to mentally piece together when and how she ended up here.

She stretched to one side only to discover she was bound. Her eyes fully opened and she took assessment of her situation. The vision of a black SUV pulling up to the hotel shot through her mind. A young rookie had stepped out of the SUV and moved to the tailgate, preparing to take her luggage.

He seemed anxious to please and rushed to grab her luggage. He put it in the back and closed the tailgate before she reached the vehicle. Then he moved quickly to open the rear passenger side door for her.

For a moment she paused her thoughts, letting a wave of nausea pass. The drugs had caused her stomach to churn and her brain to thump with a migraine. Maybe thinking about the here and now was more important than figuring out the how and why.

She glanced around the room as the nausea passed. The walls were covered with concert posters and graffiti. She was tied to a bed in the dimly lit space. The smell of beer and puke was almost as strong as the odor of dead bodies she had encountered in her line of work. The bed was covered with a single sheet, no blanket or fitted sheet.

She glanced upward to see how her hands were bound. Her arms were spread, reaching to each bedpost and well tied with soft rope. The knots were fashioned like ropes used in bondage porn.

Suddenly the thought of bondage porn made her panic. She quickly raised her head to look down her body. Her head dropped more relaxed against the mattress when she realized she was still dressed.

The simple drop of her head against the mat caused a wave of pain to flash through her skull. She obviously had been drugged. Struggling to focus she could hear people coming. So she closed her eyes to appear as if she was still out.

Four young men barged into the room. They wore an array of unusual clothes. Most were wearing gym shorts with no shirt or shoes. But all of them were wearing masks. One was a ski mask, another a hockey's goalie mask. There was a classic rubber "Bill Clinton" mask and yet another man with a "V is for Vendetta" mask, which also included the matching wig.

They stood around her bed bantering and arguing over what to do next as if nothing had been truly planned out. "We've got to make a decision here. How do we convince her partner to show up?" Bill Clinton asked.

"So where are you going to do it?" The goalie asked.

"Quiet." Vendetta man said. "Let me think."

"The same place we first saw her." The skier shot back.

"Yeah. With the crowd and the music, it would be easy." The goalie agreed.

"No, we don't want to be seen there again." Vendetta said.

Billie rolled her eyes behind her eyelids. 'I was kidnapped by a bunch of amateurs.' She mused to herself.

"So wake her up." Vendetta demanded. The skier shook her and gently slapped at her face to rouse her.

Billie faked waking up and offered her best look of panic. Glancing back and forth between the four, she internally was memorizing every fact her mind could capture.

"Strip her." Vendetta demanded. The other three greedily complied. One started unbuttoning her blouse as another untied one foot. The third was unbuckling her pants and began tugging at them. Within moments she was undressed. Her blouse was thrown open with her bare breasts exposed to the cool room. Her pants and panties were pulled off one leg and shoved into a pile around her right ankle. Her left ankle was being tied again to the bedpost.

The four stood around her taking in the view of her naked body. "So is that all ya got?" She taunted.

Billie had fucked, sucked, and toyed with dozens of men during her days as an undercover agent. Like Max she had separated the act of fucking from actually making love to someone special in her life. It was just a part of the job. She knew how to disassociate her physical body from sexual acts.

"Get the camera." Vendetta barked.

"So you kidnapped me just to take a few perverted pictures of me?" She continued to taunt. "God, I could have just texted you some selfies if that's all you wanted."

Vendetta wasn't amused. Goalie came back into the room with a camera and made ready to take pics as Vendetta stripped. His lean, toned body knelt on the edge of the bed. His cock swung free between his legs and showed the first twinge of arousal.

Two of the men stood on either side of the bed as Goalie positioned himself to take pictures. Vendetta shifted until he was between her legs. He looked down at her shaven pussy and tilted his head a bit, admiring her. She could almost sense that he had a grin on his face under the mask.

Without being told, the men on either side of her grabbed her knees and yanked them apart so Vendetta could mount her.

Vendetta began rubbing himself against her, wetting his cock with his own spit. Goalie man started clicking pics as fast as he could. He moved to all sides and made sure to get images of Billie's naked body.

Now fully aroused, Vendetta forced himself into her. She smirked at him. "What?" He demanded.

"Is that you or are you using one of your chapsticks down there?" She goaded.

"Shut her up!" He shouted. Clinton held her leg open for Vendetta with one hand and clamped his other hand across her mouth.

Within moments the young captor pulled out and rose up onto his knees. He jacked himself to completion, letting the cum fly across her stomach and chest. Goalie kept shooting, moving in to take close ups of the stream of cum that landed across her right breast.

"That's it?" Billie laughed. "Sorta like a cheap bottle rocket."

"Bitch" Vendetta said as he stood and cleaned himself off with the tail end of the sheet.


"Come back. If you twist that thing at the bottom of the chapstick, it gets bigger. Maybe then I could be satisfied too." Billie mocked.

The men walked out, leaving her naked and covered in cum. Vendetta flipped off the lights and shut the door on her.

Billie closed her eyes. In the darkness she processed the humiliation of being screwed and left naked by a group of boys. Even more humiliating was the fact that they got the drop on her at all. She blamed herself for letting her guard down.

She thought about all the twists and turns life had thrown at her in recent years. Max had been gone for a year. She considered the fake marriage she had while working an undercover CIA assignment. Max returning and being hurt by believing she was married. The whirlwind of Berlin and discovery of hidden documents related to the Hunt family. Then they arrested Senator Hunt and retrieved the codes for the nuclear warhead.

How could she have survived all of that, only to be kidnapped and raped by a bunch of college kids? She wasn't watching her back as she started for home. She was tired. That's how they captured her.

Just then, the door opened and the light was thrown on. Clinton entered carrying a bucket and towel. He moved silently to her bedside and set the bucket down. Wringing out a washcloth, he began washing her body.

It was obvious he was in no hurry. He was enjoying looking at her naked body, washing her breasts and toying with them as he went. He tugged at her right nipple with his fingers as he washed the stretched flesh with the towel. Then he repeated the process with her left breast.

He washed and dried her torso before turning his attention to her pussy. It was clear that he was going to enjoy this. He played with the body bound before him. First he washed her pussy vigorously. His fingers fell away from the washcloth and within moments, he was simply fingering her pussy.

His cock was clearly aroused. He tugged at his gym shorts letting his cock spring free.

"So it's your turn to fuck me?" Billie snidely remarked. "You get sloppy seconds?"

"Shut up. I'm not allowed to fuck you." He said calmly. "He only needed that for the pictures. But he never said I couldn't play."

He leaned into her and lifted his mask enough to expose his mouth. Then he began licking her pussy as he stroked himself. Billie realized that unless she proactively changed the situation, she was going to become the ongoing toy for this group of boys. She spread her legs as much as the restraints would permit to let him enjoy her. A few well-placed, fake moans and he was sold.

Clinton hovered over her as he began feasting on her pussy, jacking off furiously. His cock often touched her torso and he climbed up over her.

"If you release my hand I could massage that nice cock for you. God, it would feel so good." She whispered.

"I can't untie you." Clinton said before digging his tongue in deeper.

Billie intentionally made it difficult for him to get any deeper between her legs. "Come on, they all left you with the task of cleaning me up. The least you could do is show a girl a good time." She beaconed. "If you let me relax my arm a bit from this tight rope, I'd show you just how grateful I am."

He hesitated a stood up on his knees next to her. His cock, now engorged was doing most of the thinking for him.

"I'd not only give you a nice hand job, I'd stroke you nicely while sucking you off. It would be a lot more comfortable. I mean, where could I go? You're so much bigger and stronger than I am" She continued pleading.

He shifted down to her ankle instead of her wrist, releasing her right foot from it's restraint.

"You're still going to suck this but I won't free your hands." He said.

She flexed her ankle and then began moving her hip and leg around as if to enjoy the freedom from the restraint. Then looking at him seductively, she spread her freed leg open, offering herself to him.

As he greedily moved in toward her pussy again, she quickly wrapped her free leg around his head and twisted her body to one side. The boy found himself being choked with his face inches from the pussy he had desired. Within moments, the young man fell slump and passed out. His body quickly rolled freely onto the floor.

"Amateur hour." Billie muttered as she quickly shifted her hips to one side of the bed. Using her free leg, she reached over to her bound ankle and began fumbling at the ropes with her free foot.

Moments later she had worked one knot loose and with each additional moment, the ropes gradually gave slack. Finally her legs were free.

Shifting her hips again, she rolled to one side and using a toe, she gripped the bucket. Pulling it upward, she manipulated it until it was near one of her hands. She gripped the metal handle with her toes and after spilling out the contents, she unhooked the handle. She rolled her legs up until her feet were at her right hand. Using the hook end of the metal handle, she began working at the knot holding her wrist restraint.

The rope eventually gave way and once free she stood up to stretch. She stretched her back from the hours of being tied to the bed. Her back injury from an earlier assignment had clearly been aggregated by the bondage.

She picked up a few clothing items and multitasked; dressing as she began searching the room for something with which to defend herself. As she passed by the passed out Clinton, she took opportunity to kick his face swiftly. Assured he was out completely, she tugged at his mask. It was just a college kid.

Before exiting the room she moved back to the bed. Using the wire handle from the bucket, she quickly scratched numbers in the headboard 01000010.

She turned and listening at the door heard nothing but silence. This was her opportunity.

Billie slowly opened the door. She had clearly been detained in a basement but as she entered the next room she saw several couches, TVs, a bar, and a small stage. In the far corner was a set of steps. It was the only exit she could identify. Swiftly she moved up the broad steps and into a large commercial kitchen.

Passing through a hallway and into the living room she realized from the decor and symbols on the walls, she was in a frat house. She ran toward the front door and opened it only to find herself face to face with a tall, well built college boy; probably Vendetta. He punched her squarely between the eyes and Billie saw nothing more than darkness.

Full Court Press

Max and Ross ran toward the elevators that would take them to the stacks; a space set aside for teams to meet while planning and executing operations. It was a maze of offices outfitted with computers, tracking boards, file racking systems, Promethean boards and active panels. If Billie was missing, Max was going to have his team mobilize quickly.

He pulled his phone out to begin calling agents, friends, and anyone who could help him form a flash operations team to find her. But before they even got to the elevator door, another agent intercepted them. "Max!" He shouted from across the lobby. "McKeithen wants to see you pronto."

Ross shook his head and wordlessly told Max to go on to their superior's office while he went on down to the stacks to get things rolling. Cassie shot Max a concerned look. Ross was no longer a rookie agent. Three and a half years of working together taught Max that he could trust his much younger team member. Cassie was brought on as a data specialist and translator. Little did he realize this young woman he met two years earlier while on an operation would become a valued part of the team.

Moment's later the office door closed and a silent Susan McKeithen was speed-reading a document. Without looking up, she acknowledged his presence. "Max. Sit."

He started to speak but she held up one finger and continued reading. McKeithen took over the Clarksburg headquarters when Austin, his former boss, was arrested for collusion several years earlier. She was tough, hardened by years of work in a predominantly male job. Some said she was a ladder climber but Max had never seen it. She seemed to be competent and focused on the job in front of her. If doing your job and doing it well leads to a higher rung on the ladder, that's fine. She proved that hard work is the best way to advancement.

"Okay." She finally stated. "Billie didn't report in and has missed three scheduled check points. Safe meeting locations are being monitored to see if she shows up. Shaun Diaz, the operation handler finally broke into the hotel room she had been using as a base of operations and found that the place had been ransacked. There was no sign of struggle. Apparently they were looking for something. At this point we don't think she was taken from her room but it does make her disappearance suspicious."

"What was she investigating? She couldn't tell me at the time she went undercover." Max asked.

"She's following up on additional leads with the Hunt family." McKeithen said. The Hunt family proudly had produced a father and son who both became US senators. Hunt senior ran an unsuccessful presidential run in the early 1980s. His son became a senator in 2012. Billie and Max were able to bring him in on attempted murder charges, two counts of conspiracy to commit treason, and one count of arson. But they could never link him to the possession of a nuclear weapon, which would lead to treason.

"What exactly was she looking for in Jacksonville?" Max asked.

"That's classified. You know she's still on loan to the CIA, so I can't tell you any more details. But she was on a domestic terrorist task force at the time of her disappearance." She said.

"So can I take my team to Jacksonville and base our operation there? We can use the joint operation facility at Jacksonville Naval Base. By the time you have the plane ready to take off, I can have my team..." Max started.

She cut him off with a stern, raised hand. "Maybe it's better if we not get into this." McKeithen stated dryly.

"How can we find her if you keep us in the dark?" Max asked.

"Your team is on the sidelines this time." McKeithen stated.

Max let the concept sink in. She was pushing him off the case before he even started. "You can't .." he started.

"No. Hold it right there. You're not on this one." She firmly replied.

"But she's..." Max started. But he held his comment and the silence explained everything.

Finally McKeithen spoke. "Yes. She is. And that's why we can't let you be involved. Look, we all get it. Your team gets away with freestyle operations and unorthodox methods because you get results."

McKeithen was making it clear that she was aware of Max and Billie having a personal connection outside of the workplace. She probably realized that Ross and Cassie were the millennial equivalent. At the same time she was making it clear that she didn't want to know details so that she could have plausible deniability.

"I know our methods are a bit out of the box..." Max again started, stunned that he and his team were not being given the green light to move forward.

"Out of the box??" She shot back with a stern look. "You had agent Britney Lang, a dedicated profiler for the FBI lure a suspect into a hotel room and... " She paused, raising the document she had been reading, "and I quote, 'suck the cock of the suspect until he provided information relevant to offshore accounts under investigation' end quote."

"Look, it was Britney's idea. I never would have suggested..." Max started to speak again, only to be cut off.

"Stop it Max. You already had Agent Lang dress like a tart to soften the suspect, but sucking his cock??" She nearly shouted.

"Okay, Britney was not dressed like a 'tart'." He spoke boldly to his boss. "For the record, it did get us the info." Max sheepishly added.

"Get out." She demanded.

Max stood to leave but turned as his boss spoke, making things clear.

"You're off this one, Max. Jeren Daniels and his team are already on it." McKeithen commented. "You and your team have two weeks off starting now. Collect Ross and Cassie. File your reports on your Colorado Springs operation. Then the three of you leave the facility."

"Understood." Max said through gritted teeth. But internally he was seething, already working on how he would get around it.

"Max." McKeithen said in a softer tone. "We'll keep you up to date, off the record. If we hear anything of value, I'll have Jeren keep you in the loop."

Dejected, Max headed toward the stacks. As the elevator descended and doors opened, he saw Ross and Cassie walking toward him. The confusion on their faces said it all.

"What the hell, Max?" Ross asked.

"They won't even let us in the door." Cassie was almost in tears as she spoke.

"We're off the case and on leave." Max stated dryly.

"What?" Ross spoke for both he and Cassie.

"You heard me. We're not on this. Billie is to close to us. So Daniels is leading this one." Max explained. "So take a two week vacation. If I hear anything or if Billie is fou..."

Cassie stopped him. "IF? If she is found?"

"Cassie, I know this is tough. But we have to let it go. File your reports on Colorado Springs, then take two weeks off." Max again tried to remain calm.

He turned to step back into the elevator and pivoted to face them.

"Where are you going?" Ross asked.

"To find Billie." Max stated dryly before pressing the button to leave.

Ross put his hand in the doorway and stoped the doors from closing. "We're coming with you."

Max pressed his hand on Ross's chest and gently pushed him back out of the elevator. "You can't be in this. I can't even ask you to do it. I'm going off book on this one and if you two get involved it could end your careers."
"We're coming." Cassie demanded.

"No, you're not young lady." Max firmly glared at her.

"Billie is our friend too and you can't stop us." Ross shot back.

Max pushed the elevator button and silently stepped back as the doors closed on two of his closest friends. Ross and Cassie stood confused in the hallway. They looked to each other expressing their frustration that Max was going it alone.

Just when they started to turn, the elevator doors opened again. Max stood there with a grim facial expression and calmly stated, "Get in."

Again

The fog of her mind cleared again. This time it wasn't the aftereffects of drugs. It was the throbbing headache and jarring effect of having been punched between the eyes.

Billie slowly moved her head, stretching her neck gently as she assessed the damage. Her eyes blinked a few times. The dim light in the room came from a small lamp on the nightstand. She was back in the room where she had first found herself after being kidnapped.

This time it was different. She now remembered getting into the SUV. The hand that came around from behind her, the hand that forced a cloth over her face. The struggle as she attempted to get away but the SUV was moving, the doors were secure locked by the driver, her seatbelt held her in place and the grip of the person behind her had overpowered her before she lost consciousness.

This time was different. It was also different as she woke up the second time in the same room. The posters on the walls were gone. Random items in the corners had been removed. A dresser that she vaguely remembered was on the left was now gone.

The walls were blank and the only items in the room were the bed on which she was bound, a nightstand, and a lamp.

She looked up to see that she was bound to the bed with handcuffs. From her sense of feel alone she knew she was naked beneath a simple cotton sheet.

"That's right. You won't find it as easy to get away this time." a voice said from the darkened corner.

He stepped forward into the light of the lamp and she looked up at him. It was the man who had punched her as she was leaving the house earlier.

"How long?" She whispered, avoiding loud noises for the sake of her throbbing head.

"How long?" He paused as he interpreted her meaning. "How long have you been out?" Glancing at cell phone screen he replied, "About three hours."

"So why don't you just get on with telling me what it is you want?" Billie sneered.

"All in good time. For now, our little photo session from earlier today is making its way to your partner. We can't let the real games begin until Max gets here." He stated, gauging her response.

She made every effort not to flinch. But she wasn't the famous liar that Max was. She was trained for the behind the scenes work of undercover investigations. She must have given a mild reaction that pleased the man.

"Vendetta Man, I presume." Billie said having recognized the voice.

"Not much need for the masks now that you've seen me."

"And who is it that I've seen?" Billie shot back.

Vendetta stepped up next to the bed and as he leaned over to look her in the eye, he gritted his teeth to tell her, "My name is Brandon Hunt."

For a moment Billie was shocked. Records of her past missions went flooding though her mind that was still reeling from her possible concussion. She closed her eyes for a moment and before an amused grin crossed her face. "This is your grand scheme? Your daddy, the good senator gets put away for acts of terrorism and you decide to kidnap one of the agents who captured him?"

"My father was a patriot." Vendetta man shouted, inches from her face. He grimaced at the thought of what Billie and Max had done to his father's legacy. Standing to walk away, he glanced back at Billie.

He reached down from the foot of her bed and gripped a portion of the sheet with two fingers. Slowly he tugged at the sheet until her breasts were exposed. She shifted her arms but the restraints wouldn't permit her to cover herself.

"Gee, I'm impressed." Billie said mockingly. "You attempt to rape me but pull out. Can't even finish a job, just like your daddy and granddaddy." She laughed at her captor and looked away as if to take a nap.

"I fucked you!" He shouted back. "I fucked you and there's nothing you can do about it. I fucked you and I'm gonna fuck with your 'partner' Max too. When I get done fucking you, there'll be nothing left of either of you." He demanded as his comments were wildly thrown at her.

She said nothing, just laughed at him. "Kid, if I had really fucked you, you wouldn't be standing right now. You're not man enough." She laughed again.

In anger he grabbed the sheet and ripped it the rest of the way off her body. He rolled it up in his hands and stormed out of the room with it, leaving her bound and naked on the bed.

As the door opened for him to leave, she could see the other college boys in the next room. They peered into the room at the sight of her naked body and then to their leader. "She's all yours." He said to the group. He turned to look back into the room at her with a look of contempt upon his face before closing the door.

The waiting is often the hardest part. She knew what was coming. Or rather who was cumming. Like waiting for a proctologist exam, she knew it wasn't going to be a pleasant experience. Yet having resigned herself to the fact that she was going to get raped anyway, she used the situation to get information from Vendetta man.

She now knew who it was that she was up against and why she was targeted. After putting Senator Hunt away, probably for life, she knew that a time would come when someone would try to extract revenge for the way she and Max had manipulated the good Senator into showing himself.

A mild grin grew on her face when she remembered the look on Hunt's face when he was tasered by hidden electrodes that rendered him incapacitated. He had even peed himself in the process. The thought of that made her smile completely.

She also knew why they were waiting. The photos were obviously being sent to Max to lure him into captivity as well. Then Brandon Hunt would what? Kill them maybe, or what?

Her attention turned to the door opening. The three men who had been a part of the earlier humiliations were now entering the room. No longer covered by masks, the three were covered only with smiles. They sauntered in while undressing, intent on experiencing what only Vendetta man had.


Well, at least if she was about to get fucked, it would be by three young cocks that wouldn't last.

She glanced over at the stud leading the pack. 'Okay, that's a pretty good looking piece of man-meat', she thought to herself. His greedy eyes fell on her as he began stroking himself to arousal.

With her attention turned to the man that was now climbing onto the bed between her legs, she was surprised by the grip of another hand that had taken hold of her left breast. His face now buried into the flesh, her nipple being sucked with such force that it was painful for a moment.

Soon another mouth had found her right breast and was licking at her nipple while squeezing her breast. The pressure made her nipple raise high in the air. He used a finger to flick at it, causing it to protrude. The wetness of his mouth and the flicking stimulation caused the nipple to react as it experienced the cool air of the room.

Her whole body was pressed upward as the man between her legs gripped each leg at the base of the thigh. He pressed her legs open causing the handcuff restraints at her ankles to tug harshly. He pressed his mouth to her clit and began to suck on the most sensitive part of her entire body.

When she could hardly take any more of his sucking, he plunged his tongue into her, making her pussy damp with is saliva. He licked and toyed with her. "Hold her right here." He demanded of the two other men.

They took over the task of gripping her legs open. One even hooked his arm through and around her knee, tugging her legs apart for his friend. The one who had been licking her nipple just continued but she could tell he was becoming aroused and ready as well.

Just then she felt the grip of two hands between her legs, gripping her pelvic area firmly. His fingers fell against her pubic line, his thumbs shoved their way between her ass cheeks. The webbing of flesh between his thumbs and fingers pressed in against her labia.

He firmly massaged her pelvic region by pressing his hands together momentarily, then pressing them away from each other against her. It caused her pussy and ass to be spread open. With each motion of massage, his thumbs pressed more deeply into her anal area.

"God, look at this." He said to the other two. They paused their activities with her nipples to look between her legs. As he shoved his hands apart and spread her, the soft and sensual shape of her open labia revealed more of her clit.

The man who had been gentler with her nipples reached down and with his thumb pressed her clitoral hood up, exposing it to their view. "God, I've never seen one this large before."

With that he licked his finger and slid it across her clit, causing her to jump with the shock of energy that shot through her whole body. He laughed at her reaction before doing it again.

"Let me try." Said the other. Billie panicked knowing this was the one who had been so rough on her nipple. God, what would he do to her clit!

He put his mouth on her clit and sucked the ball bearing button of her clit up into his mouth. The flesh of her tugged and stretched as he sucked on her. His lips surrounded her clit and sucked like he was sucking on a straw. He sucked firmly as if trying to draw a thick milkshake up the straw. The man between her legs who had his grip on her pelvic area let the other man suck on her clit as he lifted himself onto his knees.


Without letting go of his grip on her pelvis and without his friend letting go her clit from his sucking, he pointed his erection to her slit. Saliva from the men had made her wet and his cock pressed into her without resistance.

Within moments, the other two men had to pull back from their exploration of her crotch. The young, firm cock pressed into her, filling her with a thickness she hadn't experienced for a while. His youthful erection was rock hard and the skin of his cock, taunt. The head of his cock was like a large arrowhead that he now pressed so deeply into her that she could feel her body being thrust upward with each stroke.

In spite of her distain for this man she was experiencing clitoral arousal that was undeniable. Her breathing was thick with anticipation as he fucked her.

He lifted onto his knees a bit, raising her hips. Now he was gripping her by her hips and fucking her with all his might. After several minutes of brutal strokes, he let go of her hips, and her ass again hit the bed. He pressed his full body on top of her, grinding his cock into her. His pelvic bone pressed against hers as he pressed her into the mattress.

Gripping her face, he began to kiss her. She tried not to open her mouth, but his whole weight was on her. With both hands he gripped her head. His thumbs pushed at her jaw causing it to open. He shoved his tongue into her mouth. She tried to resist but his thumbs pushed against the flesh of her cheeks. Had she tried to bit his tongue, she only would have bitten her own cheeks.

The taste of beer and cigarettes was on his mouth. She could smell the masculine odor of a college guy. He had used far too much body wash with a cheap smell and had probably spent too much time in the gym.


With each thrust the headboard struck the wall. Her head ached from the noise, the drugs, and the blow to her face.

Then he slowed his pace but each thrust was as firm as he could press. His tongue shoved its way deeply into her mouth as he let out a moan. He came with such vigor that she could feel his cock jerk with the spasms of orgasm inside her.

Spent by the experience his body melted over her. He laughed at her as he let go of the grip on her head. Pulling out of her his rock hard cock twitched one last time dripping wet cum across her pubic hair.

"Not a bad fuck for an old bitch". He said to his buddies.

He climbed off of her and picked up the clothes he had dropped as he entered. With that he left the room. He was finished, but Bobbie was well aware of the fact that she was far from done.

Gone Dark

The moment the doors of the elevator closed, Max turned to Cassie and Ross. "You can walk away at any time and I won't hold it against you."

"Shut up with the bullshit and tell us the plan." Cassie shot back.

For a moment, Cassie's blunt comment caught him off guard. "Did you say, 'Shut up'?" Max quarried to his junior recruit.

"We're on a two week leave. So you're not my boss right now. You and Billie are my friends. So were the fuck do we begin." Cassie continued.

Ross just stood behind Cassie, his eyes getting wider at the prospect that his girlfriend was speaking so bluntly to a senior FBI agent.

Max paused for a moment in amazement over Cassie's direct comments before swiftly setting the stage. "Ross. Grab standard tech gear; wireless mics, earpieces, monitoring, anything you can get your hands on that we might need. Cassie. Do you still have access to one of the SUVs?" Max spoke quickly as the elevator moved up the long distance from their underground stacks and operations center.

"Got it. It's old but it runs fine. It's still listed as checked out for mechanical repair." She said, digging out the keys and swinging them gently.

"I'll pull a couple of firearms that can stay under the radar. Cassie. Go to Billie's office ASAP. Take cell shots of any files, paperwork, or anything in her work area that doesn't fit." Max continued.

"Doesn't fit?" Cassie quizzed.


"Focus on anything that you've not normally seen in her office." Max continued. "We meet at the SUV in fifteen minutes." The doors opened and the three shot off in different directions.

Even before the time indicated, they gathered at the SUV. Cassie clicked the rear hatch release and Ross began loading several black carry boxes into the back end. Max who arrived last moved quickly to the rear of the SUV and loaded another carry case.

Silently they glanced at each other as Ross closed the tailgate. "Last chance guys." Max said, giving them a final opportunity to bail out.

Cassie threw the keys to Max... who threw them back to Cassie. "I trust your driving." She shot him a quizzical glance so he replied; "I'm not your boss right now." Then he moved to the seat behind the driver.

Cassie and Ross captured each other's expressions and realized that the senior agent was letting go of the need to be in charge. Being off book meant that nobody was in charge. They were in this thing together. Cassie tilted her head with an expression of acceptance and moved to the driver's seat. Ross moved to the front passenger seat.

"Where to first?" Cassie asked as she belted in and started the engine.

"I need coffee and we need a location to talk that isn't being monitored. Go to Panera. We'll grab lunch and talk about options before heading to Jacksonville."

Moments later they were sitting at a table at Panera drinking coffee. "Cassie. Let's see what you found." Max stated. She plugged her phone into a tablet and with three strokes, her cell phone pics flashed on the screen. "WOAH!" Max shouted, as the first image was a very naked and very intimate image of Cassie and Ross.

Ross threw his hand over the image and while turning 40 shades of red said, "Sorry boss."

"I thought it was a cute shot." Cassie said, tugging the tablet away from him. "Besides, he's seen me naked." She mumbled as she continued thumbing through a few more images.

"Yeah! Don't remind me." Ross said with a defeated look on his face. "You were prancing around naked with my boss the first time I met you."

"Here we go." Cassie turned the tablet back to the men and pointed to a photo. "She seemed to be tracking someone. Lots of maps, several hotel pages,...and then there's this." she drifted off looking at the pics. A flyer for a concert or event was pictured in the image.

"I don't get it." Ross said. "What was she after with all this stuff?"

"Max told me that I should photograph anything that was out of the ordinary." Cassie replied.

"Everything she was researching is in Jacksonville?" Max asked.

"Yeah. Looks like it." She replied.

"OOOPS. So very sorry." A woman said in panic.

The woman had turned the corner quickly and came close to sitting down on Cassie. She was fairly tall, thin, and had lovely bronze skin tones. Her captivating eyes focused on Cassie with alluring intensity. As she leaned over, embarrassed at almost sitting on a complete stranger, she commented, "This is the table several of my friends usually sit."

At the angle of her leaning over the table, Ross got a great view of her breasts as the V-neck shirt she was wearing spilled open. He paused too long at the view, causing Cassie to shoot him a perturbed look.

"I thought I was about to sit down across from my friend Jim. So very sorry." She said addressing Max, as she stood upright again. "You look a lot like him." She whispered in conclusion.

"Over here Flavia." A man, assumed to be Jim, beaconed her over.

Next to Jim was a lovely blond woman who was wearing a Panera manager's outfit and turned to look at the FBI trio. "Sorry. We're over here hon. That group was already seated when we got here." She turned her remarks to Max, "That's sort of our usual seat if nobody else is here."

Flavia turned and began walking toward Jim and his partner. On her way by Cassie, she glanced down and saw the concert flyer image on the tablet. "Wow. That's one of the hottest tickets in the east." Flavia said.

Flavia started to walk on to the correct table as another young couple came up behind her to join them. They nodded a greeting to the table of law enforcement before moving toward the table with Jim and his companion.

Cassie stood with a mild look of confusion and walked over to the other table with the tablet in hand. "Sorry to interrupt your lunch but do you know where this is?" She turned the tablet to the younger people at the table.

Flavia smiled to Cassie. "Yeah. That's 'The Brickhouse'. It's the hottest party site in the east. They're just outside of Jacksonville."

"So you know about it?" Cassie quizzed.

"Sure." said the other younger woman in the group. "We went last year. First week of October I think it was." She stated confidently.

"Sandy?! You didn't tell me you went to some wild party." The woman in the Panera shirt stated sternly.

Sandy's eyes opened wide. "Well Jason went too."

"Jason? I thought you were in classes in October." Jim barked at the young man of the group.

"Wait, this is important." Cassie said quieting the bunch. "Where is this?" She said turning to Flavia again.

The group calmed a bit, but was still a bit argumentative. "It in some sort of warehouse. Just east of the Jacksonville area." Flavia replied as the group started arguing again. Flavia seemed to be mulling it over. "Most of those warehouses are on the ocean side of town. So it would be between 295 and Jacksonville Beach."

Not able to hear what Flavia was saying, Cassie blurted out, "Quiet!" Suddenly the group quit arguing about who had skipped class for a party at the warehouse, and settled in to an attentive quiet. But Cassie soon realized that it was because Max was standing behind her flashing his credentials and badge.

"We have to know." Cassie said more quietly now that she had their attention. "It's related to a missing persons operation we're investigating."

"Look, it's like a rave thing. There's nothing official or anything. If you're lucky enough to have a flyer you can get in. The flyer usually has the date and time hand written on the back." Flavia explained. "It was a wild party, that's for sure."
"So we have a lead. We just go to Jacksonville and find the warehouse." Cassie pondered before turning to Max.

"Thanks." Max replied.

Ross was already gathering their things and the three started to leave quickly. Finally they had a lead to follow up on when they got to Jacksonville. Sandy stopped them, shouting over to Max. "But you have to have that flyer to get in. It's like a golden ticket. And you can only get two people in with a flyer."

"Not much of a lead if we don't know where it is and we don't know when it is and we don't have an actual copy of the flyer in hand." Cassie rambled at Max.

"So we have to go back to the office and get the flyer off Billie's desk." Ross said.

Max shook his head in agreement. "But if McKeithen finds out I was back in the building, she'll know something is up."

"Looks like we're up." Ross said to Cassie. Cassie nodded in agreement, realizing they could get into the building with fewer people raising an eyebrow over their presence. If Max went in, surely someone would spot him.

"Can you tell us how to get to the warehouse?" Max said to Flavia.

"Not really. I'm not good with maps and telling people directions. But I could probably get you there if I needed to." Flavia replied.

"Wanna help the FBI then?" Max asked.

"Like, on this missing person?" Flavia sat upright.

"You in?" Max asked Flavia with a grin.

"Road trip!" Cassie commented.

Max went with Flavia to her apartment to grab an overnight bag and to let her friends know she would be gone for a couple of days. This left Ross and Cassie free to swing back to the FBI headquarters and try to grab the flyer that was on Billie's desk.

It was agreed that Max going to Billie's office might raise a few eyebrows. But Cassie could do it without anyone looking twice at her. She was a rookie and wouldn't even be recognized by most of the people working in the building.

Jason and Sandy drove as Max and Flavia took the back seat of their Prius on the ride to their shared condo. "It's right here. The condo on the right." Flavia said as she pointed for Max. The condo was less than a half-mile from the Panera where they had met. Flavia was still nibbling on the French bread from her dinner as they got out.

"So the three of you are living together?" Max asked, a bit confused by the unique mix of young adults.

"No, it's the four of us actually." Flavia replied. My partner Maria is at work tonight."

It was at that point that Max realized that Flavia was not flirting with Ross at the dinner table. Flavia is a lesbian. "Okay, well I guess I'm just getting old or something." Max chuckled.

"It's okay." Flavia grinned. "We get that a lot. We're a lesbian couple sharing a condo with a straight couple. It does have its awkward moments."

"Like trying to get into the bathroom where THREE women hang their bras on the shower rod." Jason joked as he passed by them to unlock the front door.

Got the Ticket?

The bulk of the daytime workforce had left the building, leaving the hum of evening staff; both those working priority operations as well as the cleaning staff in primary offices. Ross and Cassie treaded slowly, glancing around corners cautiously while trying not to look too suspicious. It was probably senseless since somehow there would be a record of their presence. The chips in their ID badges were based on similar technology as EMV credit cards. Ross had adapted their badges to scramble the date and time records, obscuring their passing through doors and hallways by four hours. If searched, it would look like they had passed through the doors prior to leaving the building for the day.

"Easy." Ross said, gripping Cassie's windbreaker from behind. He slowed her pace just long enough for three staff members to pass across the hallway from one office to another. He nodded and they moved again.

After several starts and stops, they arrived at Billie's office. Ross glanced around before trying the doorknob. It was locked.

"Now what?" Cassie whispered. But Ross had already placed a small electronic device on the keypad. A few flashes later, the door opened.

"Just a little something I grabbed when Max sent me for equipment." Ross said with a grin.

"You Boy Scout, you." Cassie winked, as she gave his ass a quick squeeze and followed him into the office.

They began searching the desk and files for the flyer that Cassie had seen earlier. Shuffling though the piles of documents in near darkness they tried carefully not to use too much light. Billie's office had one section of floor to ceiling windows, covered with vertical binds that opened into the hallway. Better to take more time in the dark than to let others know that someone was in the office of a missing agent.

"Here it is." Cassie exclaimed, holding up her prize like she had won the Olympics and was raising the goal while the national anthem was playing.

"Shussh" Ross said, "There's someone coming in the hall." He glanced between the slits of the vertical binds and saw a guard walking down the hall in their direction. "He's heading this way."

They began to search the room for options but there was no place to hide in the small office. Simply opening the door would give them away. "We must have been spotted on security cameras." Cassie pondered.

Suddenly Cassie shoved Ross back against the desk, his ass struck the hard corner of the wood painfully. She started tugged at his belt with a wild rage. Within a moment of the belt coming free, she yanked his pants down leaving him standing in the office with his cock hanging free. She dropped to her knees with her back to the door and forcefully took his cock into her mouth.

At that very moment the door swung open and the lights were flashed on. Ross stood dumbfounded and threw his arm over his eyes that had been used to the darkness. Cassie's head was in front of his crotch, acting as a shield between Ross and the guard standing in the doorway.

"Geez" Shouted the security guard. "God, what the fuck!"

Cassie stood up in front of Ross, hiding his nakedness and turned so the security guard couldn't see that Ross wasn't anywhere near aroused. "Oh God." She exclaimed with childish charm, like a kid being caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "Ross, I told you this place wasn't safe!"

Ross tugged his pants up behind her, still shocked by the situation. His cock having experienced the roller coaster of being in hibernation, then thrust into Cassie's mouth, and now left unfulfilled. He shoved himself back into his pants and pulled at the waist.

"Well that explains it." The security guard said, turning his eyes as Ross dressed. "We couldn't figure out why you two were sneaking around down here. You're not very good at it." He said in disgust.

Still breathing heavy at the thought that they were going to be hauled off to the security office, Cassie panted and looked at the guard with her best poor little puppy dog look. "Can't we just forget about this? If Max and Billie find out we've got this thing about office sex, they'd probably fire us."

She looked around to Ross to assure he was following her lead. His big eyes were looking at the guard, then at Cassie before nodding his head in nervous agreement.

The guard hesitated. Through tight-lipped expressions of distain he spoke, "You two take the cake." He stood there for a moment that seemed to last forever. "One of your senior agents is missing and you two are literally fucking around in her office." His expression lighted, "I was young once too. Just finish up and get the hell out of here."

He turned to go and turned off the light. In the darkness he whispered quickly back to them, "I know what's going on and many of us are rooting for Max. Let him know." Then as if an afterthought as he started to close the door he finished with, "They're watching the monitors. If you want your story to stick you better do more than just take that paper you pulled from Billie's desk. Wait around here a bit before you leave."

With that the guard left the room and closed the door. Cassie grinned at Ross but in only the light seeping through the binds she didn't see where he was at first. He had fallen back and was sitting on the edge of the desk. "God, that was close." She said with giddy excitement.

"Too close." He said. She could almost sense the sweat falling from his forehead as he spoke.

"We've got it!" She said victorious again with a laugh. She folded the flyer and stuffed it into her back pocket. "Come on, let's get out of here."

She headed to the door but Ross firmly said, "Wait!"

As she turned she remembered the warning. "Yeah, we better sit it out for a while here in the darkness before we take off."

"No. Not that" Ross replied in frustration. "I've been in Colorado Springs for a week and a half on a mission and I finally get your lips around my cock. Now you wanna just leave me hanging here?!?" The frustration

She turned around with a girlish grin and stepped forward toward where he sat on the edge of the desk. "Got a little problem there?" She whispered. She slid her hands between his legs and gripped what was now beginning to become as hard as a rock. Sliding her hand along the ridge of his pants fly, she could feel the warmth and strength of the power she had over him.

Ross fell back against the desk again, accepting her hand as it explored him. His breathing quickened as he relaxed and let Cassie grip his bulge. With his eyes closed he didn't notice that she had slowly returned to her knees. But then he could feel her playfully run her teeth along the length of his erection. It pressed the material of his pants along the side of his now engorged cock.

Then she slowly unbuttoned his pants. The belt wasn't an obstacle since it hadn't gotten completely refastened in his earlier haste.

She pulled at his waistband and he lifted his ass away from the edge of the desk long enough for her to get his pants off. This time, his cock wasn't rushed into service as it had been during their earlier attempt at deception. This time his cock was given the pleasurable time of gradually firming and lifting, pointing toward Cassie's face. She didn't disappoint.

Slowly she licked the underside of his cock, wrapping her tongue to contour his flesh. Wetting him with her mouth only aroused him all the more. She whispered after her tongue had finally reached the tip of his cock and had playfully circled his head. "Been a while, hasn't it baby?"

"You have no idea." He replied.

"I sorta do. It's been a while for me too. But you can return the favor when we have more time." She took the head of his cock and sucking it like a lollipop. "Umm.. You're so ready that you're dripping a bit." She said. "I can taste you already."

Ross hardly responded. He was wrapped up on the delightful experience of having his cock pleasured. The firm flesh was now throbbing with anticipation of strokes that would lead to release.

"You owe me. Right?" She asked. Ross nodded. He would have agreed to anything at this point. "So for tonight, let's just be sure you have time to pop this pressure valve." She stroked his now wet erection, grinning as she spoke. "It's your turn now but very soon, I'm going to need a good hard fucking."

The direct, forceful language Cassie used only urged Ross on. One of the things he loved most about Cassie was how direct she was concerning her sexual desires. She didn't play coy and toy with him. She didn't hide her desires, wants and expectations. Unlike other women he had known through the years, she was always upfront about what pleased her, how, when, and even where she wanted him.

With that, Cassie began sucking his cock with passion. She rose up on her knees to take him into her mouth. His erection, now fully excited with anticipation pointed skyward. She gripped his hips and took his cock deeply into her mouth. With each deep, lingering thrust of his cock in her throat she became more aroused herself.

Ross leaned back onto the desk, shoving books and papers aside. His legs fell off the side of the desk with his ass along the edge, extending the access to every inch of his erection. It caused his cock to rise, protruded proudly like a rock hard statue. The more Cassie pleasured him, the more she became ignited with passion for him. She slid one hand down her own pants and as she sucked him, she felt her own wetness.

"Fuck it all." She suddenly stated in frustration. "I don't care if I only get you for a minute before you blow that load, but it's mine." Her demanding tone was confirmed by the way she quickly tore her pants off, kicking her shoes to the side.

By the time she was naked from the waist down, she was already climbing up on top of him. The wicked smile on his face told her how desperately he needed to cum. She sat down deeply on him, letting his cock impale her until she sat down firmly in place. With a few minor shifts, she was resting on her feet, firmly on the desktop and squatting onto his cock.

He could see the expression on her face in the shadowed darkness of the room. The slit of light from between the vertical blinds illuminated her face for a moment as she sat on his cock. Her eyes closed and mouth was gapped open in pleasure. She shifted her body searching for the perfect position in this awkward location. When she found it, he mouth opened a bit more as her eyes clinched shut with excruciating pleasure.

Each time she lifted her body upward, she reached the point where his cock came right to the edge of slipping out. She could feel it throb against the sensitive flesh of her labia. Each time, at just the right moment, she dropped her weight on him. At the bottom of each stroke she offered a side-to-side grind that started driving Ross nuts.

He took her hips in his grip to feel the fluid movement of her strokes. She gripped his chest with her hands, pressing some of her weight from each upward lift onto his torso. Ross had to shift his grip on her hips as she spread her knees outward. His arms now moved between her knees to reach and grip her hips.

This new spread position seemed to please her. So keeping his hands gripped around her hips, he used his elbows to push against her knees, spreading her further. With that she grinned with delight and this time as she settled in on his cock, her grinding shifts of her hips moved forward and backward. She wantonly pressed her pubic ridge against his, exciting her clit as it rubbed along the hilt of his cock.

A moment later, as she dropped her weight on him again, she had barely started her forward and backward wiggle when she felt his hands suddenly gripping more tightly. He wouldn't let her lift off again.

A guttural grown came from his throat as he started to cum. His body locked rigid and his hips lifted off the desktop. He pressed his hips upward; lifting her whole body with him She dropped forward to him and kissed his mouth as she could feel the twitch and warmth of his orgasm inside her. Gripping her legs around his hips she kept kissing him until the final convulsion subsided.

"That was a good one wasn't it?" She whispered.

"You're the best babe." He replied softly.

"You get all of it?" She asked, assuring he had achieved a satisfying orgasm.

"Oh yeah." He grinned and laughed.

With that she slapped him firmly across the face before climbing off him.

Ross was stunned by the slap and sat up on the edge of the desk. His spent cock was still pulsating and dripping cum. The cool air hit his wet cock, no longer safe inside Cassie, and it experienced shock as well.

"What the fuck?" Ross exclaimed as watched her.

"You couldn't have waited another minute? I was soooo close to orgasm, but no, it's all about Ross." She argued, as she stood upright in front of him. "Damn." She said with equal frustration. She had accidentally let her muscles ease and a large amount of cum dripped from between her legs and onto the floor.

"You said it was okay and I could just owe you." Ross begged in confusion. Cassie just wandered around the room looking for something to use to clean up. She finally grabbed a box of tissues from behind Billie's desk and pulled a dozen sheets out; each one with a growing exaggerated motion. She used them to wipe between her legs and down the side of her right thigh.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, but that was when I was just gonna give you a blow job. God, I got so worked up and you've been gone so long that I really needed it too." she said with a softened tone.

She looked over at her boyfriend who sheepishly was begging for forgiveness. In an act of almost acceptance of her fate, she threw the box of tissues at him.

"Look, I'll owe you. I'll do whatever you want." Ross pleaded as he dried his cock with a handful of tissues. The tissue gradually stuck to his cock as the cum all but glued pieces of the tissue in place. He started tugging off patches of the paper before they were stuck there permanently.

Cassie walked over to him and stood between his legs, still naked from the waist down. Ross tossed the tissue aside and reached around her, gripping her soft round ass and pulling her to him. She kissed him deeply, taking his face in her hands. He massaged her bare ass cheeks firmly.

She finally pulled away and grudgingly said, "It's okay. But you owe me big time."

"Ooh, I like the sound of that." Ross almost squealed his response in delight.

She pointed her finger at him. "You owe me two oral orgasms, a finger orgasm and one with this," she gripped his cock for emphases, "before you get your next one."

"Deal." He said. Of course he'd do anything she wanted. They both knew that.

While throwing on clothes they both noticed the huge wet spot on the floor where Cassie had dripped. Ross tried to clean it up with tissues but the paper started crumbling as he rubbed the spot leaving a large circle of lint and bits of tissue cum-glued to the carpet.

"Leave it." Cassie whispered. "We gotta go."

He dropped the remaining tissues they had used into the trashcan and started for the door. Opening it, they turned down the hallway and headed out with the prize of their ticket to the site with their last connection to Billie.

Just then they could hear people from behind them, further down the hall. Suddenly they heard cheers and catcalls, even a strong whistle. They turned to see a group of about five people cheering and clapping; apparently for their performance in the office.

Ross, as usual, quickly became embarrassed by the situation. But Cassie smiled and took an exaggerated bow before Ross grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her toward the exit.

On the Scene

After ten grueling hours of driving they entered the outskirts of Amelia Island, Florida. The long overnight drive was filled with stale coffee, fast food drive through windows, dirty highway rest stops, and a half dozen driver changes. Arriving in the area just after Jacksonville's morning rush, they headed toward the Air BnB rental Max had secured along the way.


Ross had slept a bit after a shift of driving and several hours of data searches. Digital chatter in the area confirmed that the warehouse venue called The Brickhouse was a well-known venue with a long history of police reports, which included drugs, thugs, and escorts. It was exclusive in that they printed flyers, posting them around town and only those who had a flyer in hand were permitted in. Apparently they controlled the crowd size by how often they printed and where they distributed flyers.

Max was driving the last stretch of highway so he could search for the home rental he had secured online earlier in the trip. Now awake again and pondering the data stream he had viewed overnight, Ross turned in the front passenger seat to speak to the girls who were resting in the back. "So, Flavia, what's to stop us from just copying this flyer and getting all four of us into The Brickhouse?" Ross questioned to them.
Groggy from having been sleeping, Flavia rolled her head against the headrest and blinked her eyes. "Where are we?"

"Just a couple of miles from Amelia Island." Max said. "Maybe less. We turn south up ahead at the junction with A1A."

She arched her back and stretched. The gauze-like material of her blouse shifted and gaped at it's low plunging neckline. She inadvertently exposed her left breast as she stretched her spine out and back in again, sharing with the world that she was traveling braless. Her small but perfectly round, exposed breast was as bronzed and tanned as the rest of her skin, indicating she probably had spent time sunbathing without the aid of a bikini.

Ross glanced for a moment too long as he took in the view of Flavia's shapely breast before diverting his eyes. But it was too late. His awkward glimpse of Flavia's gorgeous young body drew a sharp scowl from Cassie. It was utterly apparent that his girlfriend had acknowledged his roving eye. He nervously and rapidly turned back around to look forward.

"About the flyer?" Ross asked, not looking back this time.

Flavia yawned a bit before responding. "Look on the back. It's the part that's hand written. The small number marking for how many flyers the put out and the print date. They check that hand written stuff with some sort of light scanner to see if it's an original. Apparently copies don't react the same to their lights. They must use some special ink to keep people from making copies."

"So making a copy isn't a possibility without knowing what ink they are using or what kind of light scanners they use. Without access to the full lab at headquarters that's not a possibility. It's not like we have time to wait for analysis anyway." Max offered.

"The bouncers were pretty big as I recall." Flavia said through another mild yawn. "Wouldn't want to get on their bad side."

"What's our play on this boss?" Cassie directed at Max.

"Boss?" Max said with a raised eyebrow. He paused and looked back at Cassie through the rear view mirror. "Thought we were off books and I wasn't your boss anymore. At least that's what you said when you cussed me out."

Cassie grinned a bit before throwing a wadded up burger wrapper at him. It missed him and bounced off the dashboard, falling harmlessly to the floor.

"Kids, don't make me turn this car around." Max said mockingly.

"Seriously Max. Where do we start." Cassie bantered back.

"Set up, divide, research. Same way we start every investigation. We just have to find out the reason Billie was down here and trace her steps." Max said, still pondering direction in his mind.

A half hour later they were punching in a passcode on a lockbox to the rental house where two keys fell out. The four poured into the home wandering through like zombies before setting themselves to the task of setting up for the operation.

"Ross, use the living room space. You and Cassie can use the bedroom at the top of the steps to the right." As Flavia entered Max pointed up the steps. "Use the bedroom at the top of the steps to the left. I'll use the one down the hall."

"I can share a room with Cassie. Like a girls room." Flavia offered, not knowing the relationship between Ross and Cassie.

"Not necessary." Cassie commented as she passed by carrying two cases of equipment and a backpack. "He's with me." She said a bit more sharply, defining her territory.

Max headed to the kitchen and started writing down checklists of items they'd need. Flavia dropped her bag and followed Max. "Anything I can help with." She asked quietly as she took a seat at a hightop kitchen table next to Max.

Finishing a list of items, he dropped his pen and sat down with her. "Flavia, I've thought through the options the whole trip and I don't know any way around this. Not really sure how you feel about it but I've got to ask something of you."


He paused as if he was still deciding if it was something to be asked or not. She tilted her head and looked him in the eye. "You can ask. The worst it could be is a no."

He grinned for a second before getting serious again. "I have to ask you to be one of the two who go into The Brickhouse tonight."

She sat back and realized that Max was asking her to participate in the project they were on, rather than just be a resource. "Wow. Knowing the little bit about this thing that I've caught from you guys talking..." She hesitated.

"Yeah, you're right." Max said in resignation. He started to sit back in the chair as if to give up before saying, "You know the location, you know the layout of the building, and you know what might stand out as abnormal. If it weren't for the fact that our friend Billie is missing, I wouldn't ask such a thing of you. "

"Don't you mean, 'your' friend Billie?" Flavia asked.

"Well she works with all of us." Max deflected. But he knew what she was saying. She clearly wasn't stupid and had caught that Billie and Max were a couple.

"Come on, you know what I mean." Flavia all but mocked him.

Max smiled again, "Yeah, I guess I do know what you mean. She means a lot to me. We've been to hell and back together."

"Seriously?" Flavia said quietly.

Max got serious for a moment and briefed her. "Last year you probably saw all that stuff on the evening news about a senator that was arrested in connection with terrorist acts and possession of nuclear launch codes." He explained.

"You mean, like on a TV or something?" She paused before continuing. "Yeah, I saw it online at drudgereport."

Again, Max was confronted with the reality that he was getting older and was now working with a house full of millennials who watched Netflix more than the evening news. "Well, Billie and I were the ones who captured him. He had both of us at gunpoint before a plan Billie hatched saved our asses."

Flavia let out a long breath of air. "God, so you're saying that sending me to The Brickhouse tonight could be dangerous." Max nodded solemnly. "Well, guess it's a good thing I brought this." Flavia tugged at her the leg of her pants and drew out a six inch, double-edged dagger. "My girlfriend gave it to me as an anniversary gift." She smiled.

His eyes widened as replied, "Don't ever let me make you mad." She threw a quick wink back before sliding the dagger back into the small leather sleeve on her ankle.

Just then, his phone rang. He started to pull the phone to answer but before he could, Flavia stood and kissed him on the forehead. "I'm in. We'll find Billie for you." She said before heading down the hall toward the stairs to the bedrooms.

Max watched her leave as he answered his phone. "Martin." He shot off his name with typical, sharp FBI response.

"Max. It's Daniels." Came the reply from the caller. "So have you made it to Florida yet?"

"Jeren. You know we're not on that case in Jacksonville. That's your assignment. We're on leave from the agency." Max replied calmly.

"Cut the shit. We're with you. If it was someone on our team we'd be doing the same thing." Jeren scolded. He got no reply from Max so he continued. "Off the record. My team wants to let you have access to everything we have so far."

"Off the record, if we were in Jacksonville, we would probably appreciate all the information we can get." Max replied

Jeren wasted no more time on pleasantries. "Ross and Cassie have the post for The Brickhouse. So we can't move forward following that lead. Tell them I enjoyed their show in Billie's office."

"The show?" Max was unaware of the activity in Billie's office since nothing other than getting the flyer was mentioned.

"Your junior sidekicks couldn't keep their hands off each other and did a number on Billie's desk. Apparently they didn't know we put surveillance on her office since she's been missing." Jeren continued.

"Guess they don't know that part of the standard operating procedure for a missing agent." Max pondered.

"Well, the video is going around so if you need entertainment... but that's not why I called. Since they have the flyer and I can assume you're not considering giving it back, you'll have take lead on this." Jeren admitted.

"I'm sending Ross and a civilian who is familiar with The Brickhouse. They go in tonight." Max stated.

"A civilian? Is that wise?" Jeren questioned.

"I have a feeling she can handle herself. Ross will be with her and they're just going in to scout it out." Max explained.

"Well you need a heads up. Don't copy the flyer or try using a fake. We secured a flyer from a source here in Jacksonville. So you're not going in alone." Jeren said.


"We are aware of the flyer issue. Our civilian pointed that out." Max informed Jeren.

"We've also checked Billie's rental house. There's nothing that can tell us anything more than you already know. But of course we assume you'd want to check it out." Jeren stated as Max felt his phone vibrate and heard an audible ping. "I texted you the address and passcode to the door of the resort suite she was using. It's cleared by forensics so you can go over and look for yourself."

"Got it."

"There's more." Jeren paused. "Max, we think Brandon Hunt and some of his friends from a fraternity house are behind this. It's a college kid's wet dream about getting revenge."

"Shit. Does that family ever give up?" Max's outrage flared. "The fuckin' DC FBI bureaucrats waste our time following fake dossiers on Trump while the Clintons and Hunts get away with treason and murder."

Max calmed a bit, gritted his teeth and continued, "So what leads you to Hunt?"

"We were sent a ransom video with photos of Billie. The kids aren't bright enough to understand that simple back door methods of digital transfer aren't secure enough for the full force of FBI investigators. We didn't even need someone like Ross to trace out the digital fingerprints. We're pretty certain of the origin." Jeren stated. "While we know who created it due to the encryption data, we don't know where the video was taken."

"So where do we go from here?" Max asked.

"I have Hunt's apartment staked out with two agents in rotation. Next time he leaves the house we'll put a few vidbugs around." Jeren said referring to a new video camera and transmitter unit that was smaller than a pair of dice. They could transmit streaming video as well as rough thermal imaging. "We're fairly certain that Billie isn't there, so getting a warrant and raiding the place may only make the roaches scatter."

"Agreed." Max said.

"Vickie Marlow and I are going on campus as ..." Jeren started.

"Let me guess." Max interrupted. "Dad and a perspective student?" Max was highlighting the inner office humor about the fact that Vickie could pass for a sixteen year old without any problem. A truly hot sixteen year old but a teenager nonetheless.

"Max, it's okay in our book that you and your team are here. We just need to coordinate. No offense, but I have to take lead this time. You and your team take The Brickhouse angle and we'll be following Hunt. We don't want to spook him and you and I both know that if two teams fumble across each other while following a target, it's a pretty good way to fuck it up. You have my word that if anything comes of our investigation of Hunt, you'll be the first person we call to join us."

Max understood. He would require the same thing if he was in Jeren's position. "Understood. We'll communicate with you if we find anything at The Brickhouse."

"One more thing. We set up a mirror. I'm sending data connection info to Ross." Jeren said. Both men understood the concept of mirror sites for communication but had little understanding of the tech behind it. They left that to people like Ross. The coded site restrictions were so complex and secure that only their tech people could set it up, let alone access it. But all the data related to the investigation from all parties concerned would be available to those with access. Likewise, any information Max and his team related digitally would be accessible to Jeren and his team. Dedicated mirror screens were often set up during joint operations between teams and agencies.

"Boss!" Ross shouted from the living room.

"I know." Max shouted back to Ross.

"Max, you need to be warned. The photos are pretty tough. They've made their point by stating demands and..." Jeren coughed before pausing.

"And?" Max demanded.

"They show images of Billie being sexually abused." Jeren confessed quietly.

"FUCK!" Max shouted.

The shouts from Ross and Max brought the girls back to the main area of the house from the bedrooms. Both girls showed looks of concern and confusion.

"Max, you're completely in the loop on this one. Off the record, of course. If you find anything or need our team to follow up on something, just say the word. We're working our best magic on this one. We're going to solve this thing and find her." Jeren stated firmly.

"Thanks Jeren." Max replied.

"Thanks are for when we're back in Clarksburg. Good luck Max." Jeren concluded.

Max stepped toward the living room and could hear the team's reaction to the video. The masked face of Vendetta Man was on the screen. It was likely Brandon Hunt. He was finishing his demands as Ross and Cassie were taking notes and listening intently on headphones.

The scene switched to photo of Vendetta Man with Billie tied to the bed. "Turn it off." Max demanded.

Ross glanced at the screen, then at Max, and back to the screen before shutting it down.

"He won't tell us more after the demand statements. The rest is intimidation and watching it won't help right now." Max said through gritted teeth.

"Jeren's team will scan the video for details that could lead us to the right location. They don't have a personal relationship with Billie so it will be easier for them to do that than it will us."

"Got it." Ross said, filing the digital document back into it's place on the data screens.

"Cassie. You and I will go look at Billie's apartment. Then we'll stop by for some provisions before coming back here to monitor. Flavia and Ross will go to The Brickhouse tonight."

Cassie stood, confused. "What? Flavia? I should be going." She demanded.

"No. Flavia knows the layout and is more likely to spot something out of place. Ross has facial ID scanners on his phone that we might need. I can't go because I'm obviously too old to not draw suspicions. You're going to get to use your forensic class work as we check out Billie's condo." Max instructed.

"So Flavia. This acid house thing. You need to get clothes and costumes or is it a more modern rave?"

"I'm impressed." Flavia replied.

"What's an acid house?" Ross asked, confused.

"Your old man here is a hard rocker and a party animal from way back." Flavia explained. "He even knows that modern raves are a lot like acid house parties of the 80s."

"I was young once." Max said confidently.

The Brickhouse

Max pushed through the door to the rental house with a frustrated look on his face. He was hauling several bags of groceries and carrying a bit of a grudge. His junior partner had seemingly tromped on his last nerve.

They had spent much of the day going through the resort condo Billie had been using only to discover that the forensic team had all but swept the place clean. No additional information was gleaned from their efforts and it added to the tension felt by the entire team. He was tired from the trip, stressed from Billie being captured, outraged at the video demands, and now feeling like he was off doing menial things like picking up groceries while the love of his life was being abused.

"Max, it's not like I was goofing off in there." Cassie shouted as she came through the door carrying additional bags. "We needed food."

"Can you millennials ever make a fuckin' decision?" Max grunted. "How will you ever become a decent agent if you can't even decide between whole wheat and nine grain bread."

"Deciding for the whole group is tough. Is anybody gluten free? Is Flavia a vegan? It's not as easy as it used to be." Cassie pleaded.

"We used to eat peanut butter from a jar with a spoon and drink coffee while on an op." Max barked. "And it wasn't that greasy, all natural, fake peanut butter. It wasn't an overpriced frappuccino-latte-mocha-espresso-iced-hazelnut-whip-topping coffee either."

"Sometimes you can be a true Neanderthal, you know that, right?" Cassie bitched back as she threw her bags on the table. "You do understand that there are a lot of people in the world today who are allergic to peanuts."

The bickering didn't stop with the quick meal they ate while still standing up in the kitchen. Nor did it stop as they set up to monitor Flavia and Ross as they entered The Brickhouse. The stress levels of the entire team gradually increased across the day and Max was getting uncharacteristically out of control.

The Uber driver pulled up through the roundabout drop off at The Brickhouse. Ross paid for the trip on his phone app and thanked the driver, although the driver was far more interested in watching Flavia get out of the car.

She rose to stand along the curb wearing a thigh length, white cape that draped completely around her. The hood covered her hair offered little view of her face. But the cape did expose her long, bronzed legs that were made all the more graceful by the stiletto heels. The black shoes were the foundation for a latticework of black leather straps that gripped her calves and stopped just below the knee.

Ross unfolded his tall frame from the small back seat of the gray Corolla to join her on the sidewalk.

"I feel ludicrous." Ross said quietly. He was wearing a black, sleeveless hoodie with no shirt underneath. The loose fitting black pants had subtle gray printed patterns down the sides.

"You're fine." Flavia reassured. "We went to three stores looking for just the right clothes to wear tonight. Besides, there's a bit of a surprise with that hoodie. More than just the fact that it was the only thing we could find at the store for you that could hide your wires."

"Okay, first off, I don't like surprises. Second, I stand out like a freak in this." Ross bemoaned.

Just then, two young adults passed by. The girl was wearing barely anything and the guy was wearing what looked more like florescent silk pajama shorts and a tie-dye shirt. "Well, I may not stand out, but I still feel ludicrous." Ross corrected.

Flavia gripped his wrist and said, "Come on. It won't be as painful as you think. You'll blend in better if you just let go and have some fun." Her body seemed to sway as she moved toward the door. Ross followed and like the Uber driver, he also couldn't help but watch his gorgeous partner's long legs.

Passing through security, Flavia handed the flyer to the bouncer. He quickly turned it over and scanned it, approving their advance to another doorman who did a quick wand scan.

As they moved forward in the line, Flavia asked, "Why didn't the scanner catch your transmitter and ear piece?"

"Those hand wands are calibrated to look for guns and knives. Which is why Max told you to leave your knife at the house." He explained. "These new transmitters are mostly plastic and use new technology that make them all most invisible to most scanners. Most airport scanners won't even pic it up."

"So I'm working with a trained professional." Flavia toyed with him, watching his face for a reaction.

Reaching the next stop before entry to The Warehouse, they were both hand stamped with ink that could not be seen without the right light. A lovely girl in a classic playboy bunny costume put a florescent wristband on each of them before asking if they wanted to check anything at the cloakroom. "I'll check my cape, please."

The girl tapped a few keys on her tablet and then stamped Flavia's other hand. "This stamp has a number code. Just show it to the attendant over there at the window and she'll hang it up for you."
Ross watched as Flavia walked over to the window. As the crowd parted a bit, he hovered nearby, glancing around the entry area and beginning a visual sweep. While Ross was rarely a field agent that went undercover, he was still an agent by training. He could identify at least a dozen men who were likely security; the bulge of their weapons visible to a trained observer.

From a distance he caught the eye of a fellow agent. One of Jeren's team members that he recognized was just handing a flyer to the brawny bouncer. They both avoided additional eye contact. Ross continued glancing around the space but turned his attention back to his civilian partner for the night.

The crowds around the coat check area moved off toward the main dance area and Flavia was the only one left near the window. She tugged her hooded cape from her shoulders and the white draped cloth flowed away from her body. Ross wasn't prepared for what Flavia was hiding underneath the cape.

The one piece, black, translucent body suit, clung to her curves and accentuated her form. He could see through the material that revealed every muscle of her back and spine. The sleeves were tight and form fitting at the shoulder but then draped to a broad flowing cuff. She stood, still facing away from him and talking to the attendant at the window. His eyes drifted downward and he realized that the thong cut of the one-piece outfit, completely exposed the shapeliest ass a man would ever want to see.

Her Brazilian skin tones showed no hint of tan lines or imperfection. The shape of her ass was so captivating that he paused and drank in the view. To hell with scanning the room. All he could think about was scanning his young partner's ass.

He tried to shake his head and refocus on work. But then she turned around to return. The black body suit was just as sheer on the front as it was on the back. Strategically placed clusters of rhinestones that barely covered her nipples only deterred the view of her small but shapely breasts. Smaller glints of reflected light cascaded in all directions as she moved. The material itself must have had embedded glitter causing her whole body to glow with every movement.

Flavia's torso was tight and fit. The thin, clinging material failed completely in it's task of concealing the athletic core of the young woman. Unable to stop himself, he scanned her outfit intently. As the black material was form fitting as well as translucent, to the point that Ross now knew that Flavia was completely shaven down below. Only a thickening of the material about the size of a quarter, kept Ross from seeing 'all' of Flavia beneath the sheer material.

She sauntered up to him and spoke in his ear to overcome the sound of the music in the main dance area. "Apparently, you like what you see."

Ross choked a bit before responding. "Probably inappropriate to say in this circumstance, but God that's a hot outfit."

"It's never inappropriate to compliment a girl on her outfit." She replied.

"Then let me say, you look amazing." Ross smiled.

"It is a party. So let's have some fun." Flavia replied. "I have to get you loosened up. You're looking a bit like a cop." With that she tugged at his hoodie zipper and shoved the jacket open to expose his bare chest.

Ross was lean and had a runner's body. Years of cross-country as a kid were followed by years of college track. That was followed by years of performance reviews with the FBI. All of those endeavors had paid off. She ran her hand down his chest with a mild grin on her face. He could feel the warmth of her hand as it passed across his sternum. Her hand took its time as it crossed the ridges of his abs. She smiled approvingly.

"Work out much?" She said with a sardonic smile on her face.

"Comes with the job. Doesn't hurt that I'm due an evaluation in a couple weeks." He replied as he tilted his head downward to speak to her.

Her fingers slid downward to his waistline. She tugged at the drawstring of his pants and untied the cord. With both hands she shuffled the sides of his pants until they fell far lower on his hips. "Are you dressed appropriately under these?" She asked.

"I thought you told me to not wear anything under these." Ross replied, a bit confused.

Without warning, she slid her hand down his pants cupped his bare cock to assure he was going commando. She looked straight into his eye and gave his cock a gentle squeeze. "That is appropriately." She said. "And I definitely approve of this." She squeezed his cock much more firmly this time before withdrawing her hand.

She tugged the sides of his pants down another inch and inspected the flat muscular flesh of his lower abdomen, admiring the taunt muscular lines that ran diagonally from his pelvic bones and pointed to the only thing that remained hidden. She traversed those lines with her fingertips to assure that the material was just right before she retied the drawstring at it's new, lower position.

Ross swallowed hard at the effect she was having on him. "Most of the people here are having a good time. They're dancing with people they can't wait to take home and fuck. You need at least a mild erection or they'll think you're one of the security agents." She grinned. "I was helping you a bit to make sure you fit in." Her grin had a wicked tint to it as she looked longingly at him.

"You do stuff like that again and I won't have any problem being unprofessional about this." Ross said still shaken from Flavia's forwardness.

She gave him a pleasing look and and took his hand before dragging him forward into the main dance floor. As they moved from the entry area filled with congregating partygoers, restrooms, cloakroom, and what appeared to be one-way mirrors lining one wall, they stepped into a three-story atrium warehouse. The building was of brick construction with old, single pane windows that started 10 feet up the walls and circled the room. The brick walls were old and clearly were original to the outdated factory building. The floor was new concrete, covered in confetti and dancers.

"Here's your surprise." Flavia said as they entered the room. The black lights, strobes, smoke machines, and laser lights flashing throughout the room. As she stepped into the light, her sheer black body suit became nearly transparent. The only thing keeping her from appearing completely nude was the careful placement of rhinestones covering her nipples and thickened material at her crotch. He looked down at his black hoodie that now glowed in an ever-changing pattern of colors reacting to the lights.

"What is this?" He spoke more loudly, the music nearly drowning him out.

"Bad ass, is what it is." She shouted back as she started to dance in the flow of the crowd. 


Ross couldn't help but be caught up in the excitement of the dance floor. He glanced around. Above the entry area there was a second floor balcony filled with speakers and the typical DJ area. The whole wall at one end of the dance floor was a giant video screen made up of dozens of smaller screens. The images on the screens flashed in time with the music and laser lights. Confetti fell randomly from above the rafters causing occasional flashes above them from the metallic flakes.

At the other end of the dance floor was a bar area. Hundreds of partygoers were drinking, talking, dancing, and even intertwined while kissing. Some were being shared as groups of three and four were openly touching partners in ways Ross considered bedroom activity.

"Damn, I've lived a sheltered life." Ross muttered to himself as he glanced around the room.

Flavia began dancing, her entire body moving to the beat of the vibrations. Yet her movements were far different from those around her. Unlike the overly excited bouncing and flailing of the crowd, her movements were comfortable, sensual and fluid. She was in her environment as she danced with everyone and no one in particular.

Without missing a move, she turned her focus on Ross and motioned for him to join her. The alluring call, made him weak in the knees. He willingly followed her lead into the throng of partiers.

The two began dancing with each other as the crowd pressed in around them. Their bodies collided with other dancers with each move. Flavia moved closer to Ross and took a grip on his bare hips as they moved, drawing them into synchronized movements. They shifted and circled as they danced, giving Ross the opportunity to view the entire room from all angles.

At one point, Ross felt someone grip his ass, giving it a firm squeeze. He turned to see a well built young man in a white tee shirt with a concert logo on the front who was smiling at him while still gripping one ass cheek.

Flavia stepped between them and quickly said to the man, "He's with me." She then reached up with both hands and took Ross's head, kissing his mouth. If she was acting, she was good at it. Her tongue pressed into Ross's mouth and he could taste the sweet sugary flavor of the lip-gloss she was wearing.

The man moved away in disappointment. But Flavia continued her kiss for several moments after he left. They began to sway and move with the music as they kissed. Ross embraced her, putting one arm around the small of her back and pulling her to him.

"He's gone." Ross finally said. "You don't have to ..." Ross and Flavia were pressed together as he fumbled with a way to express his thoughts. She dropped back from the upward stretch she had made to kiss her taller partner. Their mismatched statures then pressed together as they danced causing Flavia's face to fall just below Ross's chin.


Flavia reached behind Ross and pulled him toward her as well. He could feel her hand searching for a place to touch him. Looking upward into his eyes, she gripped his ass with both hands and drew him to her. It caused his cock to press against the muscles of her abdomen, separated only by the sheer material of her body suit and the loose fitting cotton pants he was wearing.

She smiled as she felt his cock twitch with excitement and a look of sheer pleasure swept across his face. Massaging his ass cheeks in her hand as they danced, Ross immersed himself in the pleasure of her embrace.

"You know that Cassie and I are like, together. Right?" Ross said. He spoke in a full voice, but in the room filled with music and dancers, it reached her ear as a simple whisper.

"Yeah. I know." She said. But she didn't let go of him. "It's just been a while."

Ross grinned. "Going too long without sex can be a bad thing."

"No, it's not that." Flavia responded. Ross looked confused for a moment before she spoke again. "It's been a while since I was with a guy. I'm a lesbian."

For a moment, Ross was stunned. He suddenly found himself speechless, searching for how to reply to such a disclosure. "Apparently you're not a devote lesbian." He finally replied.

She burst into a laugh, letting go of his ass. She danced for a few moments separated from him, twirling with the music before returning to his arms. Reaching up to put her arms around his head again they looked into each other's eyes as they danced.

"My partner and I have been together for nearly four years. At one time I had a real problem with men in general. But through the years we've had male friends." She paused while twirling around before facing him again to continue. "We share a condo with a married hetero couple who we've known since high school days." Flavia explained. "Gradually I've become pretty comfortable around men now that I know not all of them are jackasses."

This time Ross laughed. "Well Cassie will be pleased to find out you're not into guys. She is truly pissed that I'm out with you tonight."

"Well, I am curious about guys now. Not enough to say I'm bi or anything, but I've gotten to know some pretty good guys. I take it that little Miss FBI is threatened?" She asked.

"Yeah. I mean, come on, you know you're very attractive woman." Ross said sheepishly.

"I much prefer women." She said as they continued dancing. Keeping one arm up around his head, her other hand quickly dropped down and she shoved it down his pants. "It's just that every once in a while, I get very curious about these things."

She gripped his cock, massaging it in her hand as they danced. Ross took a deep breath and glanced around. Nobody even seemed to notice. The pleasure almost made him loose concentration.

"So, little Miss FBI needs to feel threatened. If she doesn't keep you happy, there are lots of hetero women out there that I know would love to take a crack at this." Flavia said as she squeezed him again.

But even as she was gripping his cock he was scanning the room. He saw at a distance, a door open. A man left held the door open for a moment and spoke to a security guard. Inside the room Ross could see that it was the space behind the one-way mirrors. Computer screens with video security camera images lined a desk next to the windows.

Turning his attention back to Flavia, she kissed him again. His whole body was experiencing a wave of pleasure at the feel of her young body against his. He flexed the muscles of his pelvic area causing his cock to reach upward into her grip. It pleased her and she kissed him more deeply.

Then Ross lifted her. As her body was pulled upward her hand withdrew from his pants and returned to drape around his neck. Her legs climbed his frame and wrapped around his hips. The erection she had caused pressed conveniently at the dark patch of material covering her pussy.

"Wow. You know how to sweep a girl off her feet." She said in his ear. "Any chance you would consider the thought of you and Cassie coming over to have dinner with me and my girlfriend? Maybe you'd consider letting me get reintroduced to having a man in my bed, if all of us were together." Flavia offered.

"Hold that thought. And for the record, that sounds incredibly hot. We'll have to see what Cassie says." Ross stated. "Right now, we have work to do."

He began walking toward the wall near the security door. Flavia kept her legs wrapped around his hips and pressed her breasts against Ross's chest, gripping him with her arms.

They reached the wall and moved next to the door. Ross pressed her back against the wall a couple of feet from the door. His body pressed into hers. "You mind if we just hang out here for a moment?"

She looked around the room, watching his back as she was now the primary visional scanner of the room. "Nobody seems to be watching us." She said clearly.

"Up to your right. Far corner. Standing half way up the metal stairs, there's a security guard." Ross said to her, since he was facing the main dance floor. He could now smell the fragrance of her perfume mixed with the warm sweat of her body from dancing in the warm room. It made it a bit difficult to concentrate.

"He's leaning over, looking down." Flavia said, not missing her role in the observation process.

She stayed in his arms, with her legs wrapped around his waist. His hand shifted downward to grip her bare ass, holding her in place. His weight pressed her against the wall.

"Any other guards you can see? Anyone watching us specifically?" She shifted a bit to glance around. Her body slipped slightly in his arms causing his mild erection to poke at her in just the right spot.

"God, can you remind me why I don't do guys?" She whispered.

"What?" Ross asked, confused.

"Sorry. Trying to concentrate with your cock pushing all my buttons." She started. "No."

Just then the doorknob shifted and a lone security worker left the room. He walked toward the offices and restroom area near the entry point. Flavia slid down to her feet. Her expression brightened as Ross's cock slid across her crotch and struck her stomach.

"What now?" Flavia asked.

"This." Ross said confidently. As the door to the security room had started to close, he had slipped his foot into the door jam, holding it open. He gently guided Flavia into the room and quickly closed the door behind them.

Not wasting any time, he rushed to the computer terminal. Clicking at keys, soon a command mode took over the screen. He fumbled through the data screens and started groaning. "The amount of recorded data from dozens of cameras would take days to upload to a drive or to our computers. This is just standard business speed Internet." Ross sat down in the black desk chair and swiveled back and forth between the various screens.

"Meaning?" Flavia asked.


"I was going to send all the video of the past few weeks to my computer. Maybe we could identify Billie in some of the files." He paused and moved closer to the screen on the right. "Bingo." He said confidently and began typing.

"Another way, then?" Flavia asked, seeing his attitude brighten.

"Looks like they've backed all the video up on a cloud site. I just sent the FBI center a breach link." Ross said.

She knelt down next to him so she could see the video screen. "Okay, any chance you say it in English?" She asked.

"The data is on a cloud server for backup security. I sent a link to the FBI mirror data system that will let us access that server without trying to upload all of this video manually though a slower speed connection. All the data connected to the mirror will be accessible to us at the house by morning."

"So bingo is a good thing." She said.

Suddenly they heard the buttons of the security door being pushed. Every touch causing a different pitched tone to sound as someone was tying in an entry code. The door buzzed and started to open. Both Flavia and Ross froze for a second.

"Go with it." Flavia said, as she spun Ross's chair around toward her. She pulled at his pants; releasing his cock to the cool air of the room and in a rush of warmth she dropped her head down to his lap and began sucking his cock with passion.

The security guard stepped in and closed the door. Ross heard him take one step before he shouted, "What the fuck?"

Both Flavia and Ross acted as if the man catching them in the act shocked them.

"Oh, god." Flavia whined like a sixteen year old. "Ross, what are we going to do?" Her fake tone and expression clearly told Ross what she was trying to pull off.

Ross fumbled at his pants and said, "Hey, sorry about this but we were making out on the dance floor and got a bit carried away. The door wasn't closed all the way and we thought we could get alone for a bit." His mild erection had shot quickly into a full-blown hard on and was exposed to the guard as he entered the room completely. It helped confirm the story they were spinning.

Fortunately from the angle of the screens, only Ross could see that one screen was still in command mode. The other screens had returned to their three by three image video monitoring. Ross still needed to execute the command on the blinking line of text data to finalize the process.

The guard had a grin on his face and looked at Flavia with longing eyes. He turned back to the door and threw a manual deadbolt lock closed. That gave Ross just enough time to reach over to the keyboard and execute the command. A moment later the screen returned to video monitoring.

"Okay then. You two wanna quiet place to fuck. You can just go right a head." He demanded as he plopped himself down in a rolling desk chair across the room from them. "Act like I'm not here." He stated in a deviant voice.

Flavia and Ross paused and looked at each other. They could hear the sound of the guard's chair reclining back a bit. It was apparent that he wanted a free show and they were the performers.

When they didn't continue with any sexual activity, the guy chided them. "Hey kid, you can fuck for me or I'll just call the manager and have him arrest you for breaking into the security room."


They could hear his zipper being tugged down as the chair squeaked again.
Flavia moved first. She stood in front of Ross and tugged the skintight material of her body suit off one shoulder and then the other. Pushing it downward, her breasts appeared. Taking a step closer she leaned forward, her round breasts hung in mid air near Ross who was still seated in front of her. The guard whistled at her show and gripped the now growing bulge in his pants.

As Flavia's face neared his, Ross whispered, "You don't need to do this. We can find another way out of this mess."

She stopped him from speaking by kissing him and reaching down to tug at the drawstring of his loose pants. They gave way and his cock was again exposed. It sprang straight up at the unusual circumstances they found themselves in.

"It's okay. But it's been a while since I was with a guy so go easy on me." She kissed him again. "Life's an adventure. At least I'll have a great story some day." She whispered.

She knelt back down again in front of Ross and began licking his erection with fervor. It was almost like she had found a new anticipation at the thought of trying a guy again. The knob of his cock was stretched taunt as she took him in her mouth and sucked. Her mouth focused on the head of his cock as her hands gripped him. She could feel the pulse of his blood as it flowed into his manhood, growing firmer with each lick.

His head fell back against the seat as her tongue slid across the very tip of his cock. The very tip of her tongue probed the sensitive opening she found there. His hands touched her head and he could feel the softness of her hair. Both of his thumbs caressed her face and cheeks as she sucked him. He could feel his cock penetrating her mouth as it pushed against her cheeks. Her jaw widened to accommodate him and with each stroke Ross was thrust into ecstasy.

She arched her back and forced her head down on his cock, taking him as far as her throat could accept. Holding it there for a moment she soon pulled back off, letting her saliva drip down the sides of his flesh. As she lifted off his cock, a gentle sucking sound could be heard. It seemed to please their audience of one.

Standing again, she whispered to Ross. "Just like riding a bike." They both laughed awkwardly before she swiveled his chair and pointed it more directly at the guard. The man had lowered his pants and was now jacking off with an attitude, watching her private show. So she took a step closer to him and slowly shoved the body suit on down her body to her ankles. Her striptease left her completely nude except for the high heels.


Tugging the high heels through the leg openings, Ross caught a glimpse of the beauty she hid between her legs. She stepped out of the body suit and walked over to the guy to give him a good look. She turned in a slow circle letting him admire her body from all angles. Then she bent over in front of him, exposing her intimate parts to his view. She reached behind her and gripped her own ass, spreading herself and glancing back at him over her shoulder.

The man wet his lips with his tongue before she stood again and moved back over to Ross. "This is where you'll have to go easy." She said.

She came up to the edge of the desk and hesitated, thinking though the possibilities. She leaned over and raised one knee, placing it on the edge of the surface. Her stiletto heel pointed out menacingly. Leaning even further forward, her ass was raised high in the air behind her, the high stiletto heels on the ground in front of Ross, stretched her leg muscles tight.

Ross gently slid a hand along the inner thigh of her leg. The firm muscles shivered at his touch. As her legs were spread, her labia pulled away from her mounds. They too were aroused by the sexual activity. His hand continued to climb up her leg and reached the soft flesh of her exposed labia. He could feel the dampness as he toyed with the hanging fruit of her engorged flesh.

Ross rolled his chair forward into the space created behind her. Lowering the chair a bit he searched for just the right height. Rolling the chair another few inches, his face found the perfect height to feast on her.

He grabbed her soft, round ass cheeks and licked between her legs. She rotated her hips to permit his face more room to enter behind her. A gasp escaped her as she felt his tongue penetrate her labia. Searching and digging he cupped his face under her and the tip of his tongue found her clit. Now an audible moan came from her mouth that was exaggerated by a moan coming from the guy who was now fully erect and pumping his cock for all he was worth.

She looked over at their wicked, solo audience and toyed with him by licking her lips and grinning. But the smile wasn't fake. She was finding such pleasure at what Ross was doing as she let herself go. It was no longer a fake act to please this pervert. She gripped the table and shook as a wave of orgasm struck her.

"Oh god Ross. Right there. For god's sake, don't stop that." She cried. It caused Ross to dig deeper and grip her ass, stretching it wider. A second wave struck which far outpaced the first, causing her knee to buckle under her and shake. As she slipped downward, Ross licked from the tip of her clit all the way to the center of her anus, which she truly seemed to enjoy.

Spreading her ass, he looked longingly at the gentle, puckered flesh of her anus. Her muscles contracted as she continued to shake from orgasm, invitingly calling to him. He dug his tongue into her; his face could feel the warmth of her ass cheeks pressing against him as he licked her. She groaned with pleasure.

She wiggled away from him and stood on both feet as Ross stood up behind her. His arms wrapped around her torso and had their first opportunity to feel the full, warm, softness of her breasts. Her head fell backward against his chest as he massaged her. The tip of each nipple slid between his fingers. They were tender and the sensation caused her to writhe in his arms.

"Finish her." The guy barked as he was stroking his cock. "Fuck her and I'll cum too. Then you can go, no questions asked."

Ross whispered in her ear, "Seriously. You don't ..." He started.

She turned around to face him, their bodies pressed together. "You think you can stop now?" She said playfully.

"I don't even have a condom." Ross said in frustration.

"It's okay. I'm on birth control to regulate my period." She said, looking into his eyes. He paused but she reassuringly took a step back and sat on the edge of the desk. She spread her legs displaying for him the gorgeous, fully shaved mounds that had been hidden all night by the thick cloth of her body suit.

He stepped forward and found that the table was at the perfect height. She lifted one leg onto the armrest of the chair as he gripped his cock and gently slid the tip up and down between her fleshy labia. She was satisfyingly wet. The warm sensation of her body caused him to close his eyes.

Soon she fell backward onto her elbows and then onto the desk. Her hands fumbled to grip her own breasts as she raised her legs and spread her knees open like a butterfly. Ross firmly gripped her hips and pressed himself into her slowly. The silky sensation of her surrounding him was astonishing.

Her body was thinner and smaller than the solid, athletic torso of Cassie. But she wasn't as frail as Ross had anticipated. He could feel the bones of her hips as he gripped her and he tugged at her, drawing her to the edge of the table so he could drive more deeply into her.

Flavia's mouth opened with a smile as she experienced the thick, solid cock of an adult man fucking her. With each thrust she began to laugh. It wasn't a laugh of humor at him or the situation. It was a laugh of joy and pleasure as Ross began ramming her over and over again.

The man had stood and stepped closer to them to get a better view. His pants fell to his ankles as he waddled forward. Just a foot away now, his free hand slid across the chest of Flavia.


She withdrew her hand from her breast nearest him and tilted her torso to permit him access. His hands were a bit rougher but she stretched her breast upward to accommodate him. "Good god that's a fantastic tit." The guy exclaimed as he squeezed and toyed with her nipple. All the time he continued jerking himself.

Ross was nearing the point of no return and from the pace of breathing he knew that the guard also was close. Flavia slid her free hand down to the edge of the table and cupped the guy's balls. He shifted, pulling her hand around to the tip of his cock instead, as he jerked himself.


The guard leaned forward and began sucking Flavia's nipple as her body jerked back and forth with Ross's thrust. Flavia toyed with the man's cock. She could feel the wetness of pre-cum in her palm.

She used a fingertip to circle the tip of his cock that was now damp. Then she slid her hand down over the head again. Her fingers could feel his hand as he jerked at himself.

The moment she gripped her fingers over the top of his head she could feel his body spasm with release. The first wad of cum struck the palm of her hand and he pulled his cock away from her. The second spasm of cum shot across the side of her ribcage and dripped down her torso.

She looked up at Ross who was on the brink and whispered, "Fuck me Ross. Let me feel you." Which was all Ross needed to release. Waves of pleasure struck him. His eyes closed and he grunted, snarling his face with each passing wave of ejaculation.


Rolling her hips upward and back down, she let him experience each spasm as a fresh adventure. Then they basked in the finishing sensation of final release. Ross shoved into her again, begging for just one more convulsion of joy. He snarled his face and groaned as one last twitch occurred deeply planted inside her body.

By the time Ross pulled out of her, the guy had already raised his pants. He stepped into a bathroom near the entry door. They could hear the fan motor of the exhaust as the light came on.

Ross looked down at Flavia. "I'm so sorry." He pleaded. "It shouldn't have happened like this."

She sat up, letting her hand drip cum from their captor off the side of the desk. "Hey, just relax. It's fine." She said letting another drop of they guy's cum fall from her fingers. She paused and looked back up at him. "Actually, you are extremely fine." She smiled at him, putting him more at ease.

She used her clean hand to reach up and grab his neck, pulling him to her. They kissed. As they were kissing a towel struck them from the side. "Okay, clean yourselves up and get the hell out of here." The guy said as he repositioned his still erect cock inside his pants.

Twenty minuets later they were in the back seat of an Uber. Ross had said very little from the time they left The Brickhouse. Flavia finally broke the ice. "Okay so what's the big deal?" She blurted out.

"You shouldn't have even been on this operation." He said firmly. The driver was nodding but not to their conversation. His ear buds were fixed in place and they could hear the music all the way in the back seat.

"Just relax about the whole thing. Nobody even needs to know about what happened." She said looking over at him.

He continued looking out the window, avoiding eye contact with her as he had since they left the office. "I don't do the undercover side of this whole thing. I've been around it with others but this is the first time I've acted as the lead while going in. I screwed up. I was so focused on getting that video from that computer that I didn't do anything to protect you. All I had to do was turn that stupid deadbolt and we would have been able to walk away from the whole thing. You should have been protected."

"I told you it's okay. I didn't need protection cause I'm on the pill." She mocked, deflecting the seriousness of the moment with humor.

Suddenly for the first time since he had wiped their bodily fluids off his cock, he looked at her and smiled. "God, you're incredible." He said in response. "You get thrust into this whole mess and then thrown into an op that went bad."

"Went bad?" She frowned and questioned him. "What do you mean it went bad?" Her eyes widened and she with frustration she said, "Are you saying I'm a bad fuck?"

"God no!" Ross shot back quickly. "God... no." He repeated with emphasis. "You're utterly amazing."

"Well that's good to know." She said sarcastically. Soon her tone changed. "You're the first man I've been with since..." her voice cracked a bit and trailed off.

Ross had a bit of a confused look on his face as he watched her countenance change. "Flavia, what is it?" He asked with concern.

Flavia had always been the bold and strong one. She was the self confident, independent, individual, and self-sufficient were hallmarks for the way she had lived her life. But then she had met Maria who had changed all that. "In high school a guy tried to rape me." She started, her voice softer now. "I tried to get away from him but he kept forcing himself. While he was on top of me and before he could do what he wanted, I was clawing around for something to use to fight back. That's when I found a knife."

"God Flavia." Ross said softly. He started to reach for her hand, but thought better of it. The last thing she needed was for an aggressive guy to make a move on her.

"It's all good. I kinda shut everyone out after that, but then I met Maria. She's helped me." Her face brightened a bit. "Sandy and Jason have helped too. You wouldn't believe it but living with a devoted heterosexual couple has made me realize that not every guy is an evil predator." She laughed a bit through her sorrow. "I've seen Jason wandering around the house naked when he doesn't know I'm there."

"Damn, Flavia." Ross sank back in the seat as he pondered the ramifications of what she was saying. "You went through all that and now you went through this thing tonight. I'm so so very sorry."

"Wait, you think what you did tonight was anything like what happened to me?" Flavia realized that Ross was now finding additional reasons for mental distress over the blown operation.

"You have that issue in your past and now I forced myself on you." He said.

"You seriously believe that I would consider that as rape?" She said. Her fiery spirit returned just as quickly as it had left. "I don't."

"But we got into a situation because I failed to secure the room." Ross said in self-incrimination.

"The very fact that you kept asking me if it was okay. You kept asking if I was okay. You kept looking for another way out. Now you feel guilty about not protecting me. You feel guilty about being with someone else and failing Cassie. I watch how you and Cassie look at each other. It all tells me that you're nothing like that guy who raped me. Hell, I couldn't think of a better guy to be with for my first time."

Ross seemed to be less stressed about Flavia. He turned to look at her again. "I can't tell you how sorry I am that I didn't see some other way of getting in there."

"Would you just relax? I wouldn't have dropped down and given you a blow if I truly didn't... maybe.. well, maybe I wanted to." She said. "And for the record, it kinda makes my jaw muscles tired." She said gripping her chin and moving it around a bit.

The both laughed at her sarcasm.

"Okay, so you're having some guilt about little Miss FBI back at the house." Flavia mocked again, changing the subject and moving on with their new relationship. "I get that. I kinda feel guilty that I was with a guy when my girlfriend is back home sitting in a boring economics class."

"Little Miss...I mean, Cassie." He corrected himself. "We're like, getting serious and everything. Now my first lead on an undercover op goes incredibly off the rails.. Most agents never get into such a sexually compromising position in their entire career and I ended up doing that on the very first try."

She reached over and took his hand. "So do you regret that you fucked me?"

"No. I can't say that because you truly are gorgeous. You felt too good. Maybe that's why I feel so awful." He commented.

She slid her hand around his and gripped it more firmly. "I'm not the kind of person that would intentionally tear you away from your girlfriend. Okay?" She reassured.

They sat quietly as the car continued down the highway toward their rental house. Still holding hands he felt the soft caress of her thumb as it circled the flesh of his palm. It was refreshing and filled him with excitement as images of Flavia's gorgeous body flashed through his mind.

"I won't be able to get you out of my mind now." He whispered.

She shifted herself in the seat and turned to him. "I don't let just anyone fuck me." She spoke confidently and directly. "The only reason I didn't stop and let you try to figure another way out was that I was okay with the thought of being with you."

Ross lowered his head and realized that the drama of the night was far deeper than he realized. "When you took that cape off at the check window, I about lost it." He laughed now. "You have an amazing ass."

"Well, thank you." She said gripping his hand. "And you have an amazing cock." Ross grinned like a schoolboy at her comment. Until she continued, "But of course I haven't seen many cocks to know if it's a good one or not." She laughed.

Ross laughed too. "So what do we do from here?" Ross asked sheepishly.

"We don't mention it to anyone else and we enjoy the memory." She said confidently.

"My report..." Ross started.

"Doesn't need to be mentioned." She said more forcefully, giving emphasis to each word.

He relaxed a bit and the tension between them seemed to ease. "If you were serious about maybe getting together again after this whole thing is over, I'd like that." He said more calmly. "Not that getting together means only for sex or anything. I mean like as friends with Cassie and Maria for dinner or something."

"Ross, it's okay. Sex between friends that care for each other is okay in my book. Lets do dinner. Really, I was being honest when I said I think it would be fun to meet up with all four of us. We could just see where it goes. We can be committed to our significant others and still enjoy the company of friends." She said.

"Cassie and I are committed to each other." He clarified.

"As are Maria and I." She pulled his arm up over her head and around her. Her hand now free, she gripped his thigh as she snuggled in next to him. "But I hope it does lead somewhere."

"That would be nice." Ross agreed.

"I hope it goes somewhere cause I'd love to get little Miss FBI naked in my bed..." She blurted out.

Just Relax

"This is pointless." Max stated in resignation.

"Doesn't look like we got much more than we already knew." Cassie admitted.

Max stood and started rubbing his eyes. He and Cassie had been monitoring the computer screens and coms for several hours. The mics and sketchy video coming from Ross and Flavia were nothing more than typical party sounds of loud music and crowd noise. The eyewitness report that they could offer the next day would have to suffice.

"I'm going to bed." Max said a bit defeated now.

"You go ahead. I'll monitor things for a while longer." Cassie replied still, curled up on the couch.

"Don't wait up long. There's nothing coming from this one. This whole fuckin' trip is a bust. It was a long shot at best." Max stated. "Get some sleep and we'll rally the troops in the morning. Maybe Jeren's team will have more luck."

With that, Max started off to bed, leaving Cassie alone. She watched him climb the steps to the bedrooms. The hurt she felt for him was only exceeded by the hurt she felt for Billie. The stress and frustration had been getting to all of them. She knew Max was pent up and operating on fumes at this point.

Moments later, Max was putting away his toothbrush. He looked in the mirror and just stopped. For the first time in a while, he took a good look at himself. The lines on his face were deeper than he remembered. His hair was thinning in places and the color was grayer than he remembered as well.
This was it. It was his legacy. No home to speak of. No marriage. No kids. His relationship with Billie had been up and down through the years. He loved her completely. But the months away on assignments in separate directions had kept them from truly being a couple. He had stopped drug and sex traffickers. He had put embezzlers away on a regular basis. He stopped a corporate take over based on illegal stock trading. Then to top it all off, he and Billie had averted a potential nuclear war by capturing Senator Hunt.

So why did he feel so unfulfilled. Maybe success at the FBI didn't matter to him nearly as much as he thought it would. Without a legacy, something important and tangible to show for all his efforts, it all seemed pretty meaningless.

Where was Billie tonight? He didn't know. Jeren seemed confident that the video was more for show than anything else. Max knew the stats and profile briefings as well. Most kidnappers do something totally insane at first, to get attention. But then it always seems that the hostage stage is pretty benign while they wait for ransom demands. The only fear was the next phase. If demands weren't met or if the kidnapper felt like they were going to be caught; that's when the life of the hostage was in danger.

So for now, Jeren was right. Billie was probably just being held for the ransom and end game.

He flipped off the light switch and moved through the darkness to the bed. Climbing in, he tugged at the sheets to find a comfortable spot to relax. Only then, in the quiet did he realize he could hear the waves of the ocean outside. He had been so busy with the operation that he hadn't taken time to see or even hear the beach that was just outside the back door. It seemed fitting since he had worked through undercover operations and never realized that real life was going on just outside his cover. He had missed the sounds of family, friends, and a normal life while he obsessed with work and career.

Sleep wasn't coming anytime soon. His mind raced with options for what to do next as he glared at the ceiling. That's when the bedroom door opened and Cassie came in quietly. She gently closed the door behind her and moved to the side of the bed. A robe was untied and tossed at the easy chair next to the bed as she climbed in along side Max.

It was no surprise to her that under the sheets, Max was completely naked. She knew he slept in the nude from her first encounter with him in Kansas City. It was only confirmed when she and her friend Kayla had shared his bed in a Cabin while hiding from a possible killer.

She slid through the sheets and pressed her bare body against his. Her right arm tucked under him and her left arm wrapped around his waist. As their bodies aligned, she slid her leg up over his, letting her knee fall between his legs. He could feel the soft hair of her pelvic ridge press against his hips. Her thigh could feel the warmth of Max's cock pressing against the soft skin of her thigh.

"Cassie, what are you doing?" Max said quietly as he put his arm around her. His voice sounded like it was a protest but his body and grip was quite the opposite. He knew the relationship they had years ago had been very sexual. He knew it was only due to the undercover operations of the past and that their lives had moved on. He knew it was wrong but he still wrapped his arm around her and held her close.

"If you don't tone down the stress and get some sleep, you're going to drive us all nuts." Cassie whispered. "We both know what relaxes you."

"But Billie..." Max started.

"I get it. Billie is my friend too. I know she's much more than that to you and I'm not trying to replace her or anything stupid." Cassie said as she shifted her body so she could look at Max's face.

"I wasn't saying you were trying to replace her or anything." Max stated.

"I know. It's all good." Cassie corrected. "But you need to sleep. So let me be your sleep aid. We need you rested and clear tomorrow. Besides, I'm a bit worked up right now and need a distraction too. God knows we've distracted each other before."

With that, her hand around his waist drifted down to his cock. She gripped him gently in her hand as well as pressing the thickness of his mildly aroused muscle against her thigh. She could feel him begin to be firm in her hand as she gripped him so she gently massaged his arousal against her soft skin.

Max kissed her forehead and surrendered to her advances. His breathing grew deeper and his eyes closed. She was right; the sensation was the most relaxing thing he could ever desire.

He sensed her movements but with his eyes closed, he only felt her body moving again. She climbed up on top of him and straddled his hips. His cock fell against her ass as her legs parted and spread to the width of his body.

Cassie leaned forward and rested her entire body against his. Her breasts pressed against his bare chest. She put one elbow on either side of his head and her face drifted to his. Then she kissed him with a deep, passionate kiss that lingered.

Through the years he had known Cassie she had grown up. No longer the young intern he met during the Kansas City mission. She was a full-blown woman now. Her torso had thickened as she took on her adult weight. But the athletic regiment of the FBI made her core solid, tighter, and fit.

His hands worked their way around her body. One pressed against her back, pressing her body against his. He could feel her full breasts begin to pour out to each side of his chest as they pressed against his body. The warmth of the Florida humidity made her back damp to his touch. From time to time as they kissed, she arched her back gently and he could feel her spine rise and fall. With each fall, her breasts shifted and found new and more sensitive ways of pressing against him.

His other hand drifted downward. Her torso and head were aligned with him but her legs were sprawled to either side of his hips. It caused her ass cheeks to gape slightly as she spread herself to accommodate his hips. His hand slid down between her spread and his middle finger pressed against her anus causing her to shiver.

He remembered how much she enjoyed having her anus touched, pressed and even probed as they made love. The warmth of her was deeply arousing. His fingertip slid further beneath her until just the tip of one finger barely reached her wetness.

She gripped his head with her arms and kissed him even more deeply. Shifting her head from one side to the other, taking his tongue into her mouth she relished the taste of him. She could feel the roughness of his beard after a long day. The sensation drove her as she continued to kiss him.

Barely letting go, one of her arms released his head. Reaching behind her she gripped his cock and pointed it between her legs. There was little resistance as her wetness easily accepted him. She breathed deeply as he penetrated her before returning her grip to his head and kissing him again.

She settled her hips down into his hips and pressed him more deeply into him. There was satisfying warmth she found having him inside her that caused her to kiss him even more. It wasn't the wild, trashing motions of two people fucking. It was the sensual, relaxed feel of his cock simply being inside her that made both of them breath more deeply, kiss more strongly, and feel every part of their shared experience to the fullest.

As she kissed him, he tried to remember their prior encounters. This time seemed different in many ways. Her tongue now deeply penetrated his mouth far more passionately. His hands searched her body, one hand found the flesh of her breast that protruded from the side of their clenched bodies. It was warm, soft, and damp from the warmth in the room. Kneading it in his fingers brought pleasure to him as they kissed. She seemed pleased too and lifted her shoulder away from his body to let more of her full breast fall into his grip.

She paused in his arms. His cock embedded deeply into her, his hand gripping her breast and now toying with her nipple. She looked deeply into his eyes with their faces a mere inch away from each other. She smiled and playfully slid her tongue across his lips.

A smile crossed both their faces as they looked into each other's eyes. They both knew it. There was an unspoken bond between them since the first night they shared together in Kansas City. For some, this kind of relationship between an older man and a younger woman might have been seen as demented and perverted in some way. Yet neither of them sensed any shame in the depth of their friendship.

She trusted her boss completely and he devoted far too much time in preparing her for her job. They expressed the unspoken relationship in many other ways; the glance from across the room, a hug that lasts a bit too long at the end of a hard week, and the occasional kiss on the cheek.

Still, they had restrained from acting out their intimacy in a sexual way from the moment Cassie arrived in Clarksburg. Their relationship was intimate in many ways but always fell to the side of professionalism.


They both knew it. There was a loving trust bond between them that they both knew could not be fulfilled in simply a sexual relationship. Max was truly in love with Billie. Cassie had fallen head over heals for Ross the moment they met face to face.

As they gazed into each other's eyes, they knew they were breaking a barrier that should not be broken. To hell with the ramifications, Max thought as he kissed her again, gripping her head in his hands as they kissed.

Moments later, she started sliding her body up and down his torso in a crawling motion. The smile of their momentary self-discovery drifted from her face and became more intense. Her eyes closed.

Max knew she was close. His hand slid against her cheek and his thumb rested against her lips. She took his thumb into her mouth and sucked as she continued to writhe on him. As she shifted her hips up and down his torso, ramming his cock deeply into her body, Max placed his free hand on her ass and pressed her hips firmly downward with each thrust.

That's all it took for her. Her body shuddered all over and gripped his cock. It was almost like she could clinch his cock inside her as she climaxed. She bit at his thumb, sucking firmly as each wave of orgasm thrashed through her body. An audible moan came from her mouth; the vibration of it was felt in Max's hand through his thumb.

Just as he thought it was over, she jerked her shoulders upward. Her hands grabbed his shoulders and she used the leverage to push her hips down even further onto his cock as she let out a second wave of moaning. Her pelvic ridge rubbed forward and backward and her hips rotated as if she was trying to get to a vulgar itch inside her.

Her arms began to shake as the orgasm shot through her. The vibration of her climax made her breasts sway in display before Max's face. Then as it passed, her body fell limp against his. Gone were the wild thrashing motions of her hips. Those motions gave way to gentle, circular movements as her breath fell heavy and erratically against his cheek.

"God almighty that was a good one." She whisperer.

She rested there, straddling him with his manhood inside her. She began to laugh.

"What's so funny?" Max asked.

"I'll never understand it." She replied.

"What?"


"Why my orgasms with you are so completely different from when I'm with Ross." She replied.

"Is that a good thing or bad thing?" Max responded, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Oh, it's great. With him, it's always a more energetic, thrashing around in a dozen positions. Then I climax as he's giving me a hard, deep fucking. The sensation is different. It's deeper and internal." She whispered, now resting on top of him. "With you it's a slow and methodical movement and I seem to reach orgasm as I'm in control of the movements. It feels better to get my clit right down to your hilt and rub."

"So it's not just your aversion to old guys and desire to be seen by people at work with the boss that gets you off when you're with me." He chided, reminding her of how they had first met.

She gently slapped him. Then her eyes got big and she giggled like a schoolgirl. "Guess I shouldn't slap my boss."

"You shouldn't sleep with your boss either." He replied.

"Too late for that." She said boldly as she lifted her body off his cock.

Without asking she repositioned herself, climbed around over top of him and started sucking his cock. With his erection in her mouth, she completed her move by lifted one leg over him and dropped her damp pussy to his face.

The way she moved was clearly aggressive. As she lowered her body to his face, she wasn't asking him to please her orally, she was demanding it. But Max wasn't complaining. His tongue penetrated her wetness and he could taste the salty, musty flesh of her labia.

His tongue found her clit and licked a bit too firmly, which caused her to suck a deep breath in and raise her hips a bit. "Easy there." She said. I'm still a bit tender from that last orgasm." Then she went back to sucking his cock firmly. He proceeded a bit more cautiously as he pleasured her for several minutes.

Soon, Max had reached his limit. He shoved her off him and onto her back. He started to stand as if he was leaving the bed.

"Where you going?" Cassie complained.

"To get a condom." Max replied.

She pulled at his arm, drawing him back into bed. "You don't need one. I'm on the pill now that I'm with Ross." She said. With that she pulled him on top of her.

Eager to experience her without a condom for the first time, his body quickly found the perfect position on top of her. Her knees were slightly raised and spread as his hips pushed her thighs apart. His aroused cock pointed to just the right spot without aid of additional guidance by either of them. As he settled his weight in place, she smiled with that look of pleasure that comes from blatant sexual gratification. She watched his eyes as he found that golden position to begin the work of penetrating her in ways that would bring him to satisfaction.

"I don't know if I can hold out any longer." He whispered as he pressed his body into hers.

"It's okay." Her voice sounded more like a pleading lover than a coworker as she nodded her head and looked deeply into his eyes.

It was almost like a tidal wave of frustration and pent up sexual tension broke through a dam that had walled him in. Max put his full weight on her; her face pressed the side of his cheek as he dug his hands under her torso. One pushed and searched under her until his fingers forcefully gripped her ass.

All pretenses of position, status, work relationship, and sensible restraint fell away as he firmly and forcefully fucked her. Each thrust was driven home by the weight of his hips pounding into her. He could hear the slapping sound of his hips striking her with each stroke, driving her into the grip he had on her ass. With each downward stroke into her body, a gasp of air rushed from her lungs, expelled by the force. She groaned with the pleasure of Max as he released his frustration into her body.

Just when she thought she could take no more, his entire frame clenched and pressed her into the mattress. She could feel the jerking spasms of each release inside her. The warm cum that filled her, caused her whole body to warm as well.

She smiled at the firm grip he had on her. No more Mr. control freak. No more, 'got it all together' boss man. Just the raw, sexual attraction that demanded it's way into her. The damn had broken free and the friend she had experienced years earlier was now shivering with the result of his passion. She kissed the side of his face and felt the dampness of his sweat.

His body now spent from the long hours of worry, driving, planning, and stressful concern for Billie as well as the physical thrusts of ardor, collapsed around her and he fell exhausted to one side. She ran her fingers through his hair that was also damp with sweat. She smiled at him. Or was it men in general? They all seem to nearly pass out after sex.

She smiled seeing someone she loved experience the collision of emotional and physical sexuality. She did love him she thought. Although her love for him was a very unique form of love. She played with his hair just above his forehead. His smile of approval was satisfying to her as well.

She leaned over and kissed him again. He kissed back. But then, more than just a thank you kiss after a good fucking, they kissed again more deeply. There seemed to be an unspoken bond between them that they both realized had always been there.

This was the first time in several years that they had been intimate. The sexual encounter they shared on the Kansas City mission was a part of her playful internship scam. Then a little over a year later, the night they shared at the cabin while in hiding may have been more fun and flirtatious than anything serious. Everyone involved was stressed and just trying to downplay their uneasiness while hiding out and waiting for an 'all clear' sign to be given.

When Cassie met Ross, it was almost love at first sight for both of them. Max knew then that Ross was the one she wanted. Cassie knew that Max only had one woman in his mind, Billie. So the prior intimacies they had shared were something both of them thought of as being in the past. Those experiences had never been serious anyway.

Cassie got out of bed gripping her pussy and she walked awkwardly to the bathroom. "Fuck it. When was the last time you came?" She called back to him as she tried to catch the flow of cum now dripping from her body. She awkwardly walked to the bathroom, hand between her legs.

"You're the one that said I didn't need a condom." He chided back playfully. Max fell back into the bed and shuffled the sheets. Like most guys, his energy level dropped like a rock having shot his wad. He was almost drifting to sleep when Cassie climbed back into bed and cuddled up next to him.

"You sticking around?" He asked. She drew his arm around her and placed her head on his chest. He gripped her body and kissed the top of her head. Her leg crept up over his again and he could feel the dampness of her pubic hair against his hip. Then he felt the warmth of her hand gently massaging his cock as it slowly relaxed.

"If it's okay with you, I'll make sure you relax and get to sleep." Cassie said with concern for his stress levels. As his spent cock fell flaccid again, Max drifted off. Moments later his eyes closed completely and his breathing became steady. Cassie drifted off to sleep as well.

The front door opened quietly as a clearly exhausted Flavia entered first, dragging from the long night of dancing at The Brickhouse. Her head was spinning a bit from more alcohol than she should have accepted. But it wasn't the first time that a lovely young woman was offered too much to drink by every guy at a party.

She looked up at Ross who was following closely behind her. Still clutching his hand, she gripped her lips together and pushed her mouth to one side. The expression almost admitted that they were home and it was time to move on. Ross released her hand and she nodded in understanding. Glancing around the room and realizing they were alone she stepped up and kissed him good night. But it almost felt like she was kissing him good-bye.

She entered the house and Ross soon followed her, closing the door and flipping the deadbolt into place. 'See how easy that was?' he thought to himself as he continued to dwell on the fact that he had not dead bolted the door behind them at The Brickhouse.

He tugged at the florescent wristband that had been required by the dance venue for admittance. Yanking it off, he threw it on the hallway table near the door. He held back a mild yawn that he covered with his fist as he glanced into the living room. The glow of the room came from computer screens monitoring communications and connections to Jeren's team.
"Guess they went to bed already." He mumbled to Flavia even though she was already closing the door of her room on the second floor. "That explains why nobody was responding anymore." He said more to himself than anyone else. Flavia had already climbed the steps and was off to bed.

He picked up the monitoring headset and flicked at a few buttons to turn off the devices. Unwinding the cords that were hidden in his clothes, he pulled the earpiece out of his right ear and let it fall through his shirt. The transmitter pack that had been attached to his waistband was turned off and placed next to the computer.

Then he then took the same slow climb up the stairs as Flavia. The bedroom door to the room he was to share with Cassie was open. It was dark, but from the glow of streetlights filtering through the mini-blinds he still could see that nobody was there. The bed had not been slept in and Cassie's suitcase was open. Clothes she had worn earlier in the day were on the bed.

"Cassie?" Ross called out. He was quiet, but his tone expressed a bit concerned. Suddenly panic struck him. All manner of thought crossed his mind. Cassie and Max had been kidnapped too. Possibly they were now in the same situation as Billie.

He quickly stepped back to the hallway. "Cassie!" He spoke more loudly. It was strong enough that Flavia opened her door. She was wearing only panties and an expression of concern for the noise Ross was making. Ross didn't even look at the fact that Flavia was standing bare-chested in front of him. Flavia seemed a bit casual about it, showing more concern for the panicked look on his face.

Just then the door to Max's room opened. Cassie came out, tugging a silken robe around her as she closed the door behind her. It was clear to both Ross and Flavia that Cassie was not wearing anything under the robe after the brief flash of skin they saw prior to her robe being tied. "I'm right here." Cassie said before giving a shushing sound to Ross. "He finally got to sleep."

Flavia's eyes opened widely. Admittedly Cassie was wearing more now than she was. But the ramifications of how Cassie had appeared from Max's room were even more obvious. "I'll leave this to you two." She said to Ross, who was clearly confused by the dynamic. She closed her door and left Ross and Cassie in the hallway looking confused and frustrated with each other.

Cassie took a step toward Ross but he threw a hand up to halt her. "How could you?" Ross said with a tone of abject betrayal.

Before Cassie could say anything, Ross turned and took off down the steps like a jilted teenager. She quickly followed him and tried to keep pace, but his long legs and emotional state made it hard for her to keep up.

He passed through the kitchen and out the back door into the warm Florida evening. He took three steps at a time, off the back deck to a boardwalk leading to the beach.

Cassie followed, barefoot and wearing nothing but her light silk robe. She was determined to catch him until she reached the sand and realized she couldn't keep pace. Looking out into the darkness along the waterline she finally saw him standing motionless off in the distance. The warm breeze caused her robe to sway as she slowly walked down the beach toward him.


She came up along side him and stood next to him saying nothing. They both stood silently looking into the darkness of the night, listening to the water roll in and back out several times before either spoke a word.

"Ross, say something." She said softly.

"I thought we had something special." He said in a dejected tone.

"We do." She demanded. She tried to take his arm but he pulled away. Relenting she just waited.

"So you and Max are sleeping together behind my back. You want to replace Billie?" Ross pined.

"God, no." Cassie replied with almost a chuckle.


"Then what are you doing coming out of his bedroom naked." Ross demanded, turning his head to look at her.

"Sure. I slept with him." Cassie said dryly.

"Damn, that's cold." Ross shot back quickly shaking his head in disbelief.


"What?" Cassie asked almost casually. "You think that just because I slept with him, that I'm in love with him or something?"

"Well yeah, I guess I do. I kinda thought that's what it means when you sleep with someone." Ross sarcastically stated.

"So you think Britney loved that guy she was with while undercover?" She argued.

"That's not the same." Ross barked. "You chose to sleep with Max so you must love him. That's not an op or an undercover situation. It's a choice. So apparently you want him over me."

Cassie moved in front of him, to look him face to face. "That's just not true. I'm in love with you and you damn well know it."

"Then what was that?" Ross asked, waving his hand back at the house.

"Okay, I admit it. There will always be an intimate place in my life for Max." She said again calmly. "Sorry if that pisses you off but it's just the simple truth."

"So this has been going on..." Ross started before being interrupted.

"Hell no." Cassie shot back. "That's the first time since the day I first met you on that stupid video call. You knew full well that I slept with him that day, too. I'm not doing anything behind your back."

"But why?" Ross shook his head, still in disbelief.

"I guess I just wanted him to relax and to please him. I thought he'd be more like the Max we need right now if he could relax a bit." Cassie tried to explain.

"If you love me, then you'll stop that." Ross fumbled through. It was almost an outdated demand of fidelity but he said it anyway.

Cassie laughed a bit and pulled a step away in disbelief. "So someday if things get intimate with a target while I'm undercover, I'm suposta stop it and say, my boyfriend doesn't allow it?"

"You can't keep mixing those two things." Ross argued through gritted teeth.

"Then what you want is me to isolate myself from anyone else that's in my life?" She quipped.

"How would you feel if I spent the night with Billie?" He questioned.

"Like that would ever happen." Cassie nearly laughed at the thought.

"It could." Ross said, almost hurt at the thought that Cassie saw him as not good enough for Billie.

"It would be more likely that you'd shack up with that Brazilian tart, back there." Cassie shot back nodding her head to the house.

"What?"

"I see how you look at her." Cassie said.


"Oh, come on." Ross replied.

"Seriously." Cassie looked at Ross and demanded an answer.

"It wouldn't happen. Ever." Ross stated firmly.

"So you don't think she's attractive." Cassie probed.

Ross looked back out at the ocean. "I'm the computer geek. I'm not the undercover agent going in to wine and dine a target. Tonight I found out just how bad at it I really am. I'm not sure if I'm cut out to go undercover."

"You went under cover tonight." Cassie said.

"But going to a party with Flavia isn't the same." He chided.

"It actually is. You went undercover to a venue to get information. You went there with a really hot woman dressed in a very sexy outfit. Then you were around a whole warehouse full of gorgeous women." Cassie listed. "I'm sure you and the Brazilian bombshell got a bit touchy touchy while dancing in a place like that."

Ross swallowed hard at the thought that maybe Cassie had been listening in on the events at The Brick House. "Flavia is cute and all but she isn't my type." He said firmly.

"So that wasn't you back there, looking at her naked tits?" Cassie laughed.

"I didn't notice them." Ross said casual.

"How could you miss that?" Cassie remarked. "They're gorgeous. Wish my tits looked like that."

"Well, yeah, but she's kinda small up top. Guess I've grown fond of tits that are a bit more..." his words tailed off as he realized that Cassie was standing before him nearly naked. "Okay, I said it. Flavia is hot but I prefer you over her any day."

"Then you don't think you'd ever hitch up with someone like her on a mission." Cassie pressed.

Ross hesitated. Suddenly a wave of guilt hit him. He felt like she truly was monitoring them during their operation and that he was now caught in a circle of lies. "No, I don't." He choked a bit as he said it. "Besides, even if we did it would only be something that happens while undercover and it wouldn't mean anything to either of us since she's a lesbian."

Cassie laughed out loud at the thought, letting the new revelation sink in. "Okay, well that explains a lot." She pondered as she queried him. "But still. If you were on a mission or if she decided to switch teams, or if she wasn't a lesbian. "

He paused uncomfortably for a moment, "Well, yeah. I've admitted that she is attractive." Shoving his hands in his pockets he grew silent for a moment. "Wouldn't it bother you if I did something like that? Wouldn't you be just as frustrated with me?"

Cassie wrapped her arms around her, just beneath her breasts, keeping her robe closed. She stepped closer and stood by his side. Their arms touched. "It would bother me if I had any worry at all that you would choose to move on with her." She fumbled with her words, looking for a way to explain it. "If you were close friends and on a long mission, I wouldn't ... I guess, I couldn't be too pissed if you ended up sharing a bed."

She circled to step in front of him and tried to see his face in the darkness. "Sleeping with a friend you care about has never been an issue for me. I don't hold you to any higher standard than I do myself. Because I know that at the end of the day, I'm coming home to you. Because I love you."

"Do you love Max too?" He pressed.

"Yes." Cassie moaned as if frustrated that he wasn't getting the difference. Ross let out a long breath of defeat. He started to leave, but she grabbed his arms to hold him in place. "But it's a different kind of relationship and a completely different love. Max is like a father to me in some ways."

She blurted it out trying to be serious before both of them started to laugh. "Guess that's a bad example." She said through her smile. "But he is the first fatherly type that trusted me. He trusted me enough to tell me his true identity while undercover in Kansas City. He trusted me enough to ask for my help during the Hunt investigation. He signed the paperwork putting me in fast track training and he trusted me enough to ask that I be assigned to this team. Now he trusts us both to come on this mission that isn't sanctioned."

"I get that you two have a work relationship." Ross started.

"It's more than just work, Ross. I'll always have a place in my life for him. I can't say that it will never express itself in intimacy again. But one time in all the years since I met you isn't something I'm going to be ashamed of. But I can promise that you're the one I want to spend my life with."

"I know that I'm not perfect. God knows I totally screwed up the op tonight." He hesitated as he wrestled with his internal hypocrisy of holding Cassie to a different standard. The thought of how he had failed in this whole argument pressed his conscience. He knew he shouldn't be mad at Cassie over Max when he himself had just made love to Flavia. "It's just that." He paused again, trying to form the words. "If I'm the one you want to be with, then why won't you move in with me?" Ross threw the question out with a tone of a prosecutor in the middle of a trial, making a case.

"Because you never asked me." Cassie shot back.

"Then you're saying you would?" Ross asked.

"If someone stopped playing around, grew a pair, and was man enough to ask." She said forcefully.

"Then I'm asking." Ross quickly replied in a bold voice.

"Then I'm saying yes." Cassie said just as boldly and just as quickly.

He paused, a bit shocked at her reply. "If you move in with me then you'll stop sleeping with Max." Ross demanded.

"I can't promise that it will never happen again." She said again softly in frustration.

Ross seemed to fall back in to the mental state of depression at her reply. He shifted as if to try to walk away but she quickly gripped his arms. "I can't promise that someday, somewhere, something might happen. That's way too many what ifs. But I can promise you that you're the one I want to live with. It's not a regular thing that happens with Max, it's not even an occasional thing. I can't imagine a future without you. You have to know that you're the only man I would even think about marrying."

Ross paused, even more shocked at the thought of marriage. "So, are you like... asking?"

Cassie's eyes grew wider for a moment when she realized they were now talking about something far more serious than just living together. She let go of his arms and stood a bit taller in place. "Yes. I guess I am. If I did suggest that, what would you say?"

"I'd say yes." Ross said quietly.

"Then I'm asking." Cassie stated confidently.

"Then I'm saying yes." Ross said just as confidently.

The Morning After

Max sat alone on a rustic wood-framed, outdoor couch along the back deck of the rental condo. The morning breeze off the ocean was refreshing and brisk as sunrise filled the sky with color. He sipped coffee while running several kidnapping scenarios through his head. Each possibility crashed through his mind like the pattern of the waves coming against the shore. There had to be a way forward, now that it appeared their efforts at the night club were unproductive. He was hoping even praying that Jeren and his team were having more success.

He heard stirring in the house. From the sounds he assumed that Flavia was pouring coffee. The pace of steps was certainly not Ross and Cassie would have gone to the refrigerator a dozen times for additives to make her coffee, less coffee and more like a sugary sundae of flavors. So it must have been Flavia. She sauntered over to the screen door and looked out, sipping the coffee. The golden sunrise illuminated her beauty as she stood just inside the screen door. "God this sucks. I'll never get over how you Americans make coffee." She said, taking another sip. "You've got to drink ten cups to even taste it."

"That's saying something. Most people think my coffee is pretty strong." Max said looking down at the black liquid in his cup.

She wrapped a blanket around her and stepped out onto the deck. Curling up along side Max on the couch, she took her cup in both hands to keep warm.

"Late night" Max asked.

Flavia just groaned as a reply. She flopped her head against his shoulder as if to explain just how tired she was from the night out on the town. "Did you have time to pack any ibuprofen?" She asked barely opening her eyes.

Max smiled and shook his head. "Didn't have much time to pack for this one."

She pulled his arm up around her and pulled in tightly. "Cold out here in the mornings. I didn't expect that." She said softly.

They sat quietly watching the waves roll in and out for a while. Finally Flavia broke the silence as she softly said, "We'll find her, you know that right?"

Just then, they both turned as the computer in the living room started pinging messages through the mirror site. Flavia sat up and released Max from their comfortable position, freeing him to follow the digital summons. She quickly followed him back into the house.

Entering the living room he sat with his coffee cup in hand watching the screen before clicking a few files that were appearing in the shared cloud space. As he clicked on one particular file, a video popped up. He put his cup down next to the screen and shouted. "ROSS! Get in here!"

The video played for a few moments as Ross took three steps at a time down stairway and into the living room. His hair was tossed in all directions and he was wearing only a pair of boxers. "What is it?" He said, quickly wiping the grogginess from his eyes.

"What is this?" Max asked.

As Ross began working the computer and opening file subdirectories, Flavia explained. "He got us into the security room last night and he hacked their surveillance system."

"Well, I really didn't hack anything. I just opened a back door to their cloud server and handed it to Jeren's team." He said in clarification.


"Fuck the details, just tell us what we're looking at." Cassie asked meekly having followed Ross down the steps.

"It looks like they've tagged a segment of the surveillance video from the night before Billie went missing. The video is cropped to this five minute timeframe." Ross commented.

"There!" Max said pointing to the screen. "There's Billie."

"Wow. You mean the hot, MILF?" Flavia commented.

Max grinned for a moment as he continued watching. "What's this?" He asked as he pointed to the left side of the screen. "Rewind the tape about 15 seconds there."

"I'll replay it since it's all digital." Ross said, but quickly regretted being sarcastic with Max right as they were finally on the brink of a lead. Ross still was a bit pissed off at his boss from the night before, although Max didn't realize it.

"There is Brandon Hunt." Max said as he pointed to a specific person in the video. "As Billie leaves, Hunt and these two other guys seem to follow."

Another ping on the computer popped up a form of instant message.

JEREN: "Hope you got the video already. Take a look at screen capture 220 and 221. Nice work Ross! (or should I say 'concerned citizen')"

"Had to send the link to Jeren by a throwaway email address since the whole of the FBI was watching." Ross said with a grin. He quickly bounced back to the primary subfolder where the video was found. New files were being posted as they watched. The file numbers came up and Ross immediately opened them. The first was a still shot of the very scene that they were also identifying as important. The second was far more important. It was a close up of one of the guy's jackets. It had a very distinct marking on it for a particular Fraternity.

"Rock n Roll team! We're headed to campus." Max said. They quickly scattered and headed up the steps to shower and dress. "We leave in ten." He shouted as they ran.

Max realized that Flavia was also running up the steps along with Ross and Cassie. "Hey, you don't need to go with us on this. You've done a lot already." Max called out to her as she moved.

Flavia stopped on the second stair and looked at him. "Like I'd miss the big finish after all this?" Then she darted up the steps following Cassie and Ross.

After forty minutes of frantic driving with lights flashing, they were nearing the campus. Ross was in the passenger seat giving GPS directions to Max as he pushed the older vehicle to it's limit. The girls were anxiously looking over the seats and hanging on with each turn.

"The frat house we're looking for is on Lake Lucina Dr near the campus. It's a small side street." Ross said. "Jeren's team is on site and has a search warrant in hand. They're going in now."

Cassie showed a look of concern. "Can we make it in time?" She asked.

"We're only a few blocks away." Ross said confidently.

As they turned the corner they saw dozens of police cars along with a half dozen SUVs about a block ahead of them. Uniformed officers were surrounding the three story structure with several now blocking street traffic. Max flashed his FBI badge and ID as he rushed toward the front door that was open. The local police officer didn't check each of them, as he held the police boundary tape up for them to pass. They moved by quickly or he would have realized that Flavia had no ID to present. She positioned herself behind Ross and Cassie and ran just as quickly as Max.

Jeren met them at the front door. He was much shorter than Max and Ross but had the same intensity of demeanor found in all FBI agents. "Max. I'm sorry. She's not here." He stated without emotion.

The team could see Max shift from hopeful expressions to instant defeat. "Nothing at all?" He asked.
"The guys are doing a complete sweep now, looking for evidence. Forensics are waiting to get in once the place is completely secure. But no sign of her." He began. "All the students that were in the building are accounted for. But they say Hunt and three of his friends are still missing."

"Any evidence?" Max asked.

"Lots. We're pretty sure the video was taken in the basement. They tried to change some things but there are some similarities. We're trying to confirm it but every one of these kids are denying any knowledge of Hunt's actions."

"What kind of game is he playing with us?" Max asked, searching for another new answer.

"We figure he was trying to lure you out and take vengeance on the two of you for putting his father away. He's just a kid and obviously a rookie at kidnapping. Getting tracked down and raided in two days is a sure sign you're clearly not a professional." Jeren mocked.

"Can I?" Max asked, nodding to the building.

"Have at it. My whole team is searching every room for evidence now." Jeren said as he stepped back.

As Ross, Cassie, and Flavia approached the door and started to follow Max, Jeren commented to Flavia, "Hey, you're the girl from the video." Unconcerned about the comment and more concerned for Billie, the trio passed by him without acknowledging the comment.

They spread out searching through the rooms to see if anything stood out to their group that Jeren's team may have missed. Eventually they found their way down the tight staircase to the basement recreation room. A bar was at one end and tv screens lined the walls. Old couches and various easy chairs scattered the space. The room smelled like a guys locker room crossed with a local bar after a free-for-all fight.

Two forensic techs were in the next room. Max immediately moved toward the doorway between the two rooms. Jeren shook his head at Max as he caught up with him. "Nothing here; just a bed frame, headboard, a nightstand and lamp. It's all disassembled and against the wall. The video was intentionally dark and close up so we can't know for sure if this is where the video was taken. It might have been the bed but we aren't sure."

One of the other agents added, "Or if they just moved the bed here after the fact."

Max grimly stepped into the room and looked around. If this was the place, they had taken great pains to purge the room of any evidence. He circled the room, looking carefully at walls, doorknobs, doorframes and electrical outlets. Then he examined the lamp and nightstand.

"Wiped down with bleach and dusted carefully." Jeren said as he watched Max searching for clues.

He stood against the far wall and let possibilities again pass through his mind, searching for something to tie this room definitively to the video. Cassie stood at the doorway. "Let's question the guys upstairs one by one and see if they have any more information before we walk away from this lead."

Max nodded in agreement and pushed his body away from the wall to follow her. Half way across the room he glanced over at the headboard and stopped cold in his tracks. He grabbed a flashlight from one of Jeren's agents and directed the light to one corner of the headboard.

"She was here." Max said definitively. He highlighted the etched numbers in a series near the top of the headboard. "01000010".

"From the binary coder case?" Jeren asked with a puzzled look.

Max smiled, "Yeah. It was our first operation together. Just a simple embezzlement scheme we thought. But we couldn't prove the target was the embezzler. But while Billie was undercover, he told her how unique a 'B' was in binary code."

"Sounds like a pretty geeky accountant pick up line to me." Cassie interjected.

Jeren continued for the younger agents. "The guy had the hots for Billie. She worked him and turned him around like clay on a potter's wheel." He said.

"The first four digits are the last four digits in reverse. That got Billie to start thinking about initials in binary code. Our computer geek at that time, .." Max started.

"Right here Max!" Shouted an older member of Jeren's team. "Good work on the video Ross!" He shouted with a thumbs up.

"Mike Tirreno, you dirty dog. There you are." Max continued. "Mike over there began running searches through all the software used by the target. He found out that the guy embedded his own initials into the software like a signature."

"He said he was signing his artwork." Mike finished.

"So for years following that, Billie would sign any communications to me with 01000010 while she was undercover. It was her way of confirming to me it was her, that she was okay, and that she hoped to see me soon." Max finished explaining the meaning of the numbers and ran his finger across the scratch marks. "She was here and up until this point she was okay."

"BOSS!" Yelled one of the agents from upstairs. He and local law enforcement were holding and questioning the students from the fraternity house.

Both Max and Jeren replied, "Yes."

"Better get up here."

Max and Jeren walked into the living room where the boys were seated at several couches and chairs. "Fourteen students are present. Four more are accounted for in other locations; one at work and three who had gone home already for the weekend." Said one of the local officers reporting to Jeren.

"Brandon Hunt is not registered as a member of the fraternity and doesn't live here. But a few of these students say he was a regular visitor with the three that aren't accounted for." The FBI agent said.

"Thanks." Jeren offered as if to say, we assumed that already.

"There's more." The agent said quickly. "One of those three has a garage space that he leases about a half a block from here. I didn't think much about it but one of these kids said that car has been out front on the street all week."

Jeren quickly called out, "Send someone to check out the garage. We'll .."

"I already sent Lukas over to watch, no move on it until you get there." The agent confirmed.

Jeren, Max, and Ross breached the side door to the garage unit as agent Lukas, Cassie and a uniformed officer surrounded the back of the unit. The door to the wood frame structure with pealing paint failed easily as Ross used a small, weighted battering ram.

Once inside, the shouts of 'FBI', followed by three shouts of 'clear' could be heard. Flashlights searched every corner of the room before converging on Billie who was tied, naked to a wooden chair, her mouth gagged and cloth covering her eyes.

A florescent utility light flickered on, as someone found the switch. Max rushed behind Billie's seat to begin cutting her free from the restraints.

"Cassie!" Ross shouted. As Cassie reached the door, Ross quickly yanked her oversized black FBI jacket off her shoulders. At first she gave him a confused look before she realized that Billie needed to be covered. "I'll take care of it." Cassie said. Ross stepped aside and gave Billie the privacy of a female junior officer helping her. As Cassie entered, Jeren exited as well. Before making the final step out of the garage, he was already ordering other agents to put out arrest warrants for Brandon Hunt and the three missing fraternity brothers.

Agents scattered in all directions as Billie stepped to the door, covered in the black oversized windbreaker. Her eyes blinked at the sunlight with Max helping to keep her steady.

The Next Chapter...Of Life

Billie spent the night at a local hospital for observation while Max and the team spent the night at the rental house. She was exhausted and needed a good night's rest while a mandatory meeting with the FBI master shrink could wait till they got home in another day. Jeren and his team, followed up on the sexual assault and kidnapping charges.

Jeren had kindly left out key details of Max and his team being present during the operation. Apparently, according to his report at least; Max, Ross, Cassie, and a friend had taken their time off and rented a house together. That of course would pass any polygraph test needed.

The next morning Ross and Cassie were in and out of the rental house as they began loading the old SUV for the long drive home. Jeren and his team were going to assure Max and Billie got home by way of FBI jet later that day.

Max clicked off his phone and walked over to Flavia who was standing by with her bags. "Looks like Jeren is iffy about letting you fly back on the FBI jet. You're really not even suppose be here since you're a civilian. Too many paperwork issues to figure out."

Ross and Cassie were nearing the front door to say good-bye to Max as he continued. "I'll send you home by commercial carrier later this morning if that's okay." He said to Flavia.

"Why can't I just ride home with them?" Flavia asked.

Suddenly Ross stood straighter and took a deep breath. The close proximity he and Flavia had shared obviously concerned him. Bad enough that it's a day and a half trip to discuss the fact that they apparently were now engaged. But a long trip with his girlfriend and a girl he had just been intimate with at the same time seemed overwhelming.

"That's fine with me." Cassie blurted out before Ross could reply. Cassie grabbed one of Flavia's bags and headed toward the vehicle.

"Great then." Flavia said, as she stepped forward and gave Max a hug.

"We couldn't have done it without you, kiddo." Max said jokingly.

"Glad I stopped for lunch that day." Flavia said with a smile. Then she looked directly at Ross. "It's an adventure I'll never forget." The weight of her words struck him as she slowly walked by and out to the SUV.

"Boss, this really isn't a good idea." Ross said.

"Ross." Max started. He seemed like he was about to get very serious with whatever thought approached next.

"I know." Ross said, pausing to let the fact sink into Max's brain. "I know about you and Cassie while we were at The Brickhouse." He said.

"Yeah, that too." Max said, suddenly much more emotional than Ross had ever seen from him. Max stepped forward and gave Ross a huge hug. "Thanks for everything you and Cassie do for us." He said as he release the surprised coworker. "I couldn't have found Billie without you."

"You know I should be a pissed at you." Ross said.

I know that too." Max said with a bit of reflection. "We'll probably have to work on that one. I want you to know it wasn't something I was looking for. She's a good kid and you two are perfect for each other." He finished.

Ross shook his hand and firmly said, "See you back in Clarksburg on Monday." Then he headed to face the two women in the SUV.

"So, tell me what it's like to go undercover on an op." Cassie blurted out after the three had been on the road for over an hour. The bumper-to-bumper traffic on I-95 had already become boring to them.

"It was fun. I really was just going to a party." Flavia said calmly from the back seat.

"I saw the outfit." Cassie said looking back at Flavia. "Stunning body suit. Isn't that right Ross?"

"Yeah, very attractive." Ross said, fidgeting in his seat as he drove.

"You had to have picked out Ross's clothes. He'd never wear anything like that." Cassie continued.

"You should have seen him at the shops." Flavia replied. "I probably would have found Max something more easily. He was like dragging a dinosaur around."

"He can be a little old school in a lot of ways." Cassie said.

"There was this one outfit I sent him back to try on. Silk with loose fitting shorts. He came out to the fitting area mirror and you could see his boxers coming through the leg openings." Flavia laughed. "You're supposta go loose under those."

Cassie started laughing too at the thought.

"He looked really sexy in one of them, but told me you wouldn't approve." Flavia commented.

"Oh really?" Cassie grinned and looked at Ross as he squirmed all the more. "Tell me about it."

Before Flavia could continue, Ross stopped her. "Can we quit talking about Ross as if Ross isn't here?"

"Awh, poor baby feels left out?" Cassie mocked.

"God, you're boy's chest was amazing under all those lights." Flavia added, knowing that now Ross was completely embarrassed.

"I asked him to marry me last night." Cassie blurted out awkwardly.

"SERIOUSLY?" Flavia squealed, moving up to the edge of the seat and getting in between the space between the two front seats. "Did he say yes?"

Cassie looked at Ross, softly bitting the side of her lower lip. Ross sat stone-faced, driving. "He said yes."

"When did all this happen?" Flavia asked.

"The night before last, on the beach." Cassie explained.

"Okay, I have to stop this." Ross said firmly, exasperated. The cab of the SUV grew quiet as the girls waited for Ross to continue.

Cassie looked a bit dejected. "You don't want to get married now?"

"No. It's just that I can't..." He started. "I can't go on. I can't marry you without..." He fumbled for the words.

"What is it Ross?" Cassie asked.

Flavia's eyes grew wide, knowing that Ross was going through the guilt of not telling her. "Ross, you know you're in love with her." Flavia started trying to mend his emotional guilt without revealing too much to Cassie. "She's all you talked about the whole day when we were shopping and even the while you were at The Brickhouse."

"I'm sorry Flavia. I can't keep secrets from her." Ross said.

"What is it Ross?" Cassie asked, hurt by the comments.

"It's just that while we were undercover, Flavia and I had to do stuff that you probably wouldn't approve of. If we hadn't been intimate, we would have blown our cover." Ross spoke, knowing that his admission could damage the possibility of he and Cassie getting married. Worse, it could drive them apart after their discussion on the beach.

"I know that." Cassie said calmly. "I was monitoring the audio of your earpiece the whole time." She spoke as if she was giving the time and temperature announcement, void of emotion.

Ross sank as Flavia quickly slipped back into her seat. The cab again grew very quiet as they drove along the highway.

"Cassie, he really did talk about you the whole time. He tried like hell to find another way around that situation. The whole way home he was so kind and concerned about me. I'm so sorry about the whole thing." Flavia said quietly, searching for a way to calm the situation.

"Guys, I'm okay with it." Cassie said, but was looking at Ross who was showing his concern about his confession. "Actually." She paused for a long while. "Actually it was kinda hot. It's why I got all worked up and went upstairs to jump in bed with Max." Cassie admitted.

Yet again, the cab grew totally silent. The awkwardness of the discussion became a bit tense as they drove along.

Suddenly Cassie broke the quiet and turned all the way around in the passenger seat to look back at Flavia. In a voice sounding more like girl talk at a sleep over, Cassie asked, "Okay, did do that whole snarly face thing that's so cute when he came?"

"GOD Yes, he did!" Flavia squealed.

Two days later, a series of text messages between Billie and Cassie.

BILLIE Hey, you two made a mess of my office!

CASSIE Yeah, sorry about that.

BILLIE What's this big spot on the carpet in front of my desk?

BILLIE Looks like someone tried to clean it up with Kleenex