Amber knew from the moment she heard the "hello" at the other end of the line. She had made a serious if not fatal error in judgment. Yet here she was on the telephone with this stranger. Hello, the person on the other line repeated. Amber stammered for a reply "Yes hello can you here me?" Amber had known calling the FBI office she would be opening doors. The doors that did not open for just anyone. They especially did not open for anyone of her caliber. Amber struggled to retrieve the nerve that caused her to make the telephone call in the first place. Once she regained her voice, she spoke again. "I need to speak with Harrison George." She stated as calmly as her nerves would allow. "One moment please." The voice chimed in a singsong voice from the other end.
In one moment, she may finish going completely mad. It was not a half of a second before Mr. George's voice came on the line. His voice was as deep and as thickly rich as Amber remembered it to be from the television program. It had a twang of Cajun mixed with a true southern drawl. Amber grew up in the south. She knew the drawl all to well. She also knew that men with that type of undertone always got the woman they wanted. The sound had always reminded Amber of hot thick coffee. Rich in its own flavor teasing ones tongue.
"This is Harrison George, how may I help you? " The words drew out one by one. A line, she was sure had been used often. Some how the way they sounded this time made her wanted to confess to everything she had ever done. Right down to stealing another child's crayons in first grade. Quickly Amber stated flatly "Meet me at Ralph's doughnuts at one thirty tomorrow detective. I have some information that you may find interesting. Be alone and don't be wired." She slammed the telephone back in the cradle. Then jumped from the loud sound it made. She flashed the gray haired woman behind the desk a curt smile and sauntered out of the library. As Amber drove away, she removed the wig. Then the thin tanned framed glasses. By the time she made it to the intersection, all of the things that made her look plump were gone.
Amber smiled in the rear view mirror. She had been right in her speculations. As she had pulled to the intersection, three patrol cars with their lights on and their sirens off had rushed up to the library. Each police officer had slid out of their car instantly with pistols drawn and filed inside two at a time. In search, she would expect for the anonymous caller. She slid out onto the highway ignoring the scene in her rear view mirror. She drove down Main Street had turned left at the second red light. She then eased onto the state highway that ran side by side. Amber had slipped through side streets until she was safe. Two and a half counties later, the fear was gone. She eased her car into the garage and closed the door. The light overhead showed enough light for her to remove the license plate. She placed it behind the real one that belonged to her car. She then hid her disguise in the dryer amongst towels.
Once inside her own home, she leaned back against her back door and let out a heavy sigh. The large yellow lab she had saved from the pound met her. She nuzzled Amber's leg with a soft whimper and the formal wag of her large tail. When Amber had saved Sasha from the pound, she had been skin and bones. The vet was not sure that the dog would make it. Amber had taken her in six months later for her normal shots and check up. The vet could not believe that Sasha had changed so much. Sasha had gained every bit of twenty pounds. She had gone from looking like living the last second of her life, to a full robust happy puppy. Amber had not been sure who had saved who. If she had saved Sasha or if Sasha had saved her. The memories of those sad times brought tears to Amber's emerald eyes. She slipped her shoes off and walked on through her house in her sock feet.
After Amber had taken a quick shower and had put on her pajamas. She had curled up in bed. A movie played on the screen of the television. Sasha was lying on the floor by her bed. Amber had never allowed Sasha to lay on her bed or her furniture. She did not like the look of dog hair on anyone else's furniture. Therefore, she refused to have her own. Even though she loved Sasha, she had limits. When she felt she finally could sleep. Amber snuggled deeper in the covers. She had silently reached down scratched Sasha's back and flipped off the lamp. That cast the room in pure darkness during new moons. She had fallen asleep almost instantly.
Amber woke up stretching her shoulders, and ankles popped freeing the joints. She slid up in her bed yawning a little looking at the window. The clear glass made the new day look so beautiful. Then her emerald eyes caught the reflection of a man sitting in the chair at her make up table. She turned quickly in reflex jerking the cover over her breasts. "What are you doing here? Who are you? What do you want?" One question faded into another. The man never moved nor answered her questions. Instead, he sat there silently sipping his coffee watching her. After she stopped demanding questions, He placed the paper cup on the small glass table and spoke softly in a tone that demanded her attention. "You called me remember?"
Her brows wrinkled as she stared him down. As if silently trying to break his will. "I called you?" the question fell dead. Amber had not been near as smart as she had thought. He simply nodded and spoke as calmly as before. "You did, this isn't one thirty. It is not Ralph's doughnuts either. I was not sure who noticed the conversation. We have a mole in our department. One who tends to make important people disappear. So I thought I would save them the trouble of finding you and do it myself." She stared at him in dismay letting go of her downy blanket for the first time. "So by calling you for help, I've put myself in danger? What the hell kind of office are you running?"
Sasha let out a groan and stared at the bedroom door. She had not seemed to mind Mr. George, but whoever was in the house now was not welcome. Mr. George held up one finger to his lips, instantly signaling her to silence. Every occasionally a door was heard opened and shut. Then at last, the bedroom door eased open. The man found himself with a b-line on his forehead from Mr. George has issued revolver. "Sims! What the fuck are you doing here?" The dirty blonde haired man cradled his own pistol and shrugged. "It looks like I'm about to get my damn head shot off. What the fuck are you doing?" Mr. George did not take his eyes off Sims. "I'm getting Ms. Amber Lewis to safety, that's what I'm doing." Again, without taking his eyes off Sims, He called over his shoulder "Pack a small bag, get dressed in something simple and tennis shoes. You have five minutes or less." Then he guided Sims out of the room closing the door behind him.
Amber had rushed out of bed tossing on a fresh bra and panties. She threw on a tee shirt and jogging pants. Her tennis shoes were not new but had a few good miles left on them. She had thrown everything she could think of in a small bag. She hooked a dark blue leash to Sasha's collar. "Come on Sasha, looks like we're taking a trip." Amber opened her bedroom door and rushed down the silent hallway. She came to an abrupt halt when she saw the man identified as Sims tied to her kitchen chair. Mr. George had gagged Sims. Mr. George had tied both the man's wrists and ankles to the chair's arms and legs. A rope tied around his neck securely making his head press tightly to the back of the chair. Amber just stared in shock for several seconds. "What the hell?"
Mr. George looked at her and spoke as evenly as before. "We have to get the hell out of here NOW!" Amber fought the urge to run but something in this man made her know he was safe. That and Sasha seemed to really take to him. Which was highly unlikely, she had been badly beaten by a man before. Therefore, her trusting a man of any kind was amazing in itself. Amber nodded quickly and moved with Mr. George out the garage door. He slipped out the door and looked over his shoulder. "No, we're not taking your car or mine. See the dirty blue pickup?" Amber nodded quickly "I want your bag, take off north jogging with your dog in tow. When I know the coast is clear, I will pick you up. Trust me Ms. Lewis you're safe." Amber sighed and slipped off her bag and put it in Mr. George's hand. Then she opened the door and took off stretching as she normally would for her jog. After a few moments, she took off in full stride. Sasha galloped at her side gracefully. They had ran together many times. This action was nothing new for their early morning. They had not made it a half of a mile when Mr. George stopped at their side. Sasha jumped in first and Amber followed slamming the door behind her.
They drove in silence for a few hours. Amber's nerves could no longer take it. She looked at Mr. George and spoke for the first time after he had picked them up. "How did you know I was the one that called?" Mr. George flashed her disarming smile. "Ms. Lewis when you're trying to hide from the FBI. Never go to a public building, never take your wig and stuff off in front of stop light cameras. We can track you anywhere like that." Amber nodded feeling somewhat embarrassed but pressed on. "Who was that Sims man and why did you tie him up in my dining room?" Mr. George took a deep breath and let it out easily. "Well Mr. Sims is part of the FBI. The reason I tied him up in your dining room is simple. He should not have been looking for you. If he had been, he should have told me. Since I am his senior partner, He is supposed to run any operation through me. He did not, which means he broke protocols. Which means, he was up to something, like getting rid of my witness? I have no idea why you wanted to see me. All I do know is it must be damn good."
They drove several more hours in silence. Sasha had lain down between them using Amber's thigh as a pillow. Amber herself had fallen asleep off and on. When she finally woke up, she had no idea where she was now. She did know she was no longer in the city. "Let me do the talking." She glanced at Mr. George and he had changed clothing along the way. He was now wearing a powder blue button up dress shirt with tight jeans. He slid out of the truck gracefully and strode up to the window at the office of a hotel. Amber looked him over for the first time. His hair was dark with a few carefree waves, broad shoulders, and a narrow waist that fanned into an extremely nice ass. His thighs were muscular; you could see each muscle through the jeans. She was sure she had forgotten to breathe for several seconds while watching him get a room. He came back and slid into the truck. He maneuvered it out of the parking spot easily and drove around the building. We have a room on the second floor. Denise was more than happy to take cash and not keep a record of our visit. Mr. George parked the truck again and looked at Amber. "Call me Simon, you're Julia, he nodded toward Sasha and said, her name is Shy," Without saying another word he eased out of the truck again and went around grabbing the bags. He slipped the door open and offered Amber his hand. "Come on honey, we're almost to paradise." Amber wondered what he was talking about, and then she caught the glance of another couple getting in their car to leave.
Mr. George led Amber up the stairs after Sasha was finally able to relieve herself. Once at the room he slid the key card in the door. The light changed from red to green and he opened the door allowing Amber and Sasha to enter before him. His well-trained eye casually looked around taking everything in before closing the door behind him. He slid the little metal lock into place for extra security. After they were in the room, he placed his revolver on the nightstand and sighed heavily. "I think we're safe for now. As long as we keep moving, we should be fine. Now Amber what the hell did you get me into?" Amber sighed and plopped down on the side of the bed facing Mr. George. "I am guessing by now that you know I am a reporter for the Sun Times. While I was doing a piece on the governor, I stumbled onto something. He is funneling money through Switzerland and I found the proof. He has gone through millions!" Mr. George ran his fingers through his hair holding his head down sighing. "Fuck, I knew it had to be big. People like Sims don't show up for coffee and chit chat." Amber stared at Mr. George "You mean..." her words fell to dead silence. Mr. George looked up at her "Do I mean he was there to bump you off? Yes, he was probably going to torture you for information, then make it look like a suicide. He is a trained hit man. Now you know why I tied him up as I did." Amber nodded silently.
Mr. George finally broke the silence. "Want to shower while I order a pizza?" Amber nodded and chimed in. "Please no peppers or onions on mine, I like all meat and cheese! Please." Thank you" Mr. George actually chuckled looking a bit relaxed for the first time. Sasha followed Amber into the bathroom. She had let the toilet seat down placing her carry out bag on the lid. She pulled out a white tee shirt and a pair of cotton shorts. She showered quickly; using one towel, she ruffled the water from her hair. Quickly drying her body she put on a fresh bra and panties then the tee shirt and shorts. She combed her hair back getting the stray strands from her eyes. Before, she threw her clothing back in her luggage bag. She came out of the shower. The smell of pizza filled the air. It was a welcomed smell, her stomach growled. She had not ate anything all day and for the first time she had noticed. Mr. George smiled at her "feel better?" She flashed him a shy grin nodding "I'll feel a lot better after I've ate. I'm freaking starving!" He laughed, "Good, I took the liberty to order a large pizza and cheese sticks along with a two liter of mountain dew. I hope that's alright with you." It was not a question and Amber knew it. "Fine with me, as soon as I get a slice or two I'm good!"
They sat at the small table in the room and ate in silence. Mr. George had brought a couple bowls and some dog food for Sasha. It even looked like the same brand Amber always bought for her. He had set her up for Amber while she was taking a shower. They chit chatted over nothing of any importance while they ate. Afterwards he looked at Amber "I'm going for my shower. I am leaving the door open. If you need me just yell. I'll be right there and no peeking." Amber had laughed. She lay on the full sized bed flipping through the channels on the television until she had found a familiar movie.
She may have laughed when Mr. George had told her not to peek. However, she had peeked a lot. In fact, she had let herself take in every inch of his body that he exposed to her. She had seen everything but his manhood. When he came out of the shower a towel wrapped around his hips hiding himself from her. He grinned playfully "Did you get to see all you wanted to?" Amber started to argue but fell flat when he cracked up laughing. Amber stood up on her knee's meeting Mr. George's eyes head on. "As a matter of fact, no I didn't. Care to let me see more. Amber asked with a grin. "They laughed together and Mr. George gathered a pair of shorts from his luggage. He stood with his back to Amber dropped the towel carelessly. Then he slipped his feet one at a time in each leg hole before pulling them up over his narrow hips. He picked the towel up and tossed it in the bathroom. He grabbed another slice of pizza and lay down on the bed crossing his ankles watching the movie Amber had picked.
Even though the movie was interesting, it was not near as interesting as the woman laying next to him on her stomach with her feet crossed and curled up in the air. After the credits started to role, she rolled onto her side and asked quietly "Want to watch something else or are you ready for sleep?" He groaned faking a half sleep state "Sleep" Amber smiled unaware that he was pretending. She eased off the bed and went into the bathroom relieving her. When she opened the room, she nearly yelled when Mr. George was standing at the other side meeting her face to face. "What the fuck?" Before she could say another word, his large strong hands cupped her face gently. His lips that she had found herself starring at all day were melting with hers. The tip of his tongue timidly toyed with part of her lips, coaxing her mouth open. When she gave in, she groaned allowed. It had been months since she had allowed any man to touch her. His hands slid from her throat down over her shoulders. They slid over the white tee shirt, lower until both palms gripped her firm ass. In one fluid movement, he easily picked her up and pressed her center against his. When they felt the most sensual part of their bodies, they both moaned aloud. He flipped the light off with his elbow and carried her to the bed.
He eased her down on the bed and started kissing her body through her clothing. He suckled at her nipples through the white tee shirt making her body arch and relax moaning helplessly. When his mouth drifted lower stopping directly over her mound, he nibbled teasing her through the fabric. Her breath caught in her throat, her fingers twisted in his dark hair as he had found her magic button. He groaned his hunger to her in the language of pure lust. Using both hands, he peeled her shorts and panties off at the same time. A single line of hair lined her musky sweet smell. He dove in face first parting her pussy lips with the tips of his fingers. His arms wrapped around her legs spreading them open wide. His velvet tongue felt like a velvet spear rolling over her swollen bud. Her juices mingled with his spit puddle around her clit. The more he tasted her the more he needed. His lips closed around her magic bean. He suckled it gently at first. His lips became a bit rougher as they closed around it, tugging it from side to side. One of her hands curled her fingers in his hair. The other had shoved her tee shirt up along with her bra. She was twisting and tugging her nipples.
He looked up in her eyes letting out a low tiger like groan. He took a long deep lick of her pussy, fluttering his tongue tip over her clit. Amber cried out in delight. Her body shuddered as the unexpected orgasm took over. Mr. George shoved his shorts off his hip. He slid the head of his cock along her glistening slit. His eyes met her gaze. He knew she needed him at that point as badly as he needed her. In one velvety smooth movement, he was inside of her. He moved slowly torturing her sweet pussy. When he could no longer stand it, one arm wound round her ass the other around her shoulders. He rolled over taking her with him putting her on top. His hands pushed the half on half off tee shirt the rest of the way off. He threw it somewhere sending the bra right behind it. His large hands cradled her small pert breasts. She leaned down holding herself up with one hand on either side of his head. He chewed sucked and teased the sweet buds until her hips begin moving. When they began moving he was not sure what to expect. What he was not expecting was the way she rolled her hips. The way she curved her pelvis, made him cry out in pleasure. The movements making her pussy suck at his root. When she had brought herself to another climax, His hands cupped her ass guiding her down on him hard and fast. His fingers dug into her ass as he guided her onto his hot poker. They cried out together as both lost control. Her pussy milked his thick engorged cock for all it was worth. In retreat, his cock shot his semen so deep inside of her. She felt like they had become one for a split second.
After they were both, able to catch their breath Mr. George looked up at her. "David" Amber struggled to slow her breathing. "What?" He groaned softly keeping himself buried inside of her, "My name is David, so please stop calling me Mr. George." In answer, Amber leaned down sealing her lips with his. He growled. She had lit a fire inside of him one he could not control.
He was almost shocked when she slid down his body. The tip of her tongue taking long velvet licks from his balls to the thick purple head of his cock. She had bathed every inch of his cock clean. Then she had swallowed him as deep in her hungry mouth until she started gagging. David had twisted his fingers in her hair and fought the urge to shove her mouth down harder on his fuck meat. When he could no longer take her teasing, He sat bolt up right twisting her around. He stood behind her guiding the thick leaking head along her slit. One hand rested on her hip as the other teased her pussy. When she finally started pleading, he drove all eight thick inches into her. One arm wrapped around her waist the other found her tits. He fondled them expertly twisting tweaking the pert nipples roughly. Until both cried out again. His seed refilled her womb. After both were spent, David pulled down the blanket and slid down on the sheet. Amber nestled back against him until his cock was nestled between the crack of her ass. He wrapped one arm around her side cupping her breast gently after pulling the blanket over them. The other arm had slipped beneath the edge of her pillow.
Both had fell into a blissful slumber.
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