Jessica awoke to the pleasant feeling of Anthony's warm tongue rolling around her right nipple while his fingers caressed her other breast. As she slowly stirred, she knew he could sense her excitement by the quickening of her breath, as he always could during these late night surprises. Without opening her eyes or speaking a word, Jessica spread her legs slightly and reached down between their bodies to stroke Anthony's already stiffened cock. He let out a low moan and sucked harder on her erect nipple, while his hand moved swiftly down between her legs to gauge her readiness. Finding her opening already slick with desire, Anthony rolled between Jessica's legs and quickly entered her. Jessica opened her eyes so that she could watch the ecstasy building in Anthony's face as he built up toward his orgasm. With his forearms under her thighs and his hands cupping her ass, Anthony spread her legs further apart and yet held her closer to him. He pumped in and out at a steady pace until he could feel Jessica's excitement building, quickening only so that they could cum together. He held her gaze as he filled her, their quiet, sleepy sounds the only ones in the dark room. In five minutes, they were both sleeping contentedly.
Jessica awoke again, but this time it was the sound of loud voices that interrupted her slumber. Squinting her eyes, she read the time on the alarm clock as 3:15. Anthony's roommate, Scott, was probably just getting in from his job as an intern at the local city hospital, but she thought it strange that he wasn't alone, especially because the new voice she heard was a man's. Needing a drink and a trip to the bathroom, Jessica grabbed Anthony's long robe from the hook behind the door and slipped it on. She stepped out of the bedroom, closed the door behind her, and blinked her eyes against the harsh brightness of the hall lights. The voices, including Scott's, were getting louder, and Jessica thought perhaps she should ask them to keep it down because Anthony had to get up early for work. As she walked down the short hallway, however, she changed her mind about speaking to them, because it seemed that their discussion was actually an argument, although nothing that they were saying was making much sense at first... still, she couldn't help but hear them.
"I couldn't do it tonight... the guy's in intensive care, there's a goddamn cop stationed outside his door for Christ's sake." Scott's voice, sounding more than a little upset.
"My father paid you a lot of fucking money to take care of this problem, Scotty. It's been four days and your time is up."
"So take back the money, Frank, it's still in the bag he gave it to me in, every penny, $5,000, I swear to God I haven't touched it."
Jessica nearly let out a loud gasp, but quickly covered her mouth with her hand and stepped backward into the bathroom doorway without turning on the light.
"Sorry, Scotty boy, but like I said, your time is up." Jessica heard the creak of one of the kitchen chairs and the rustle of a leather coat, then two more distinct sounds; a hard thud, and the sound of a skull cracking.
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Three days later, Jessica felt as if she was in a daze as she sat in the passenger seat of an unmarked car, heading toward what the police sergeant had described as a "safe house." That name would have made her chuckle if it didn't actually horrify her, because she may never be safe again in her life. Sitting beside her, driving her to this unknown destination, was Officer David James, the person in charge of keeping her safe until the inevitable trial of one Frank Lorenzo, the man she had never even heard of until he murdered Scott and stood less than ten feet in front of her hidden form in Anthony's apartment just days before. The police, however, were familiar with his handiwork and could barely hide their excitement at the idea that here was an eye witness that somehow got away. Frank had screwed up, and Jessica's odds at making it to the trial could only be improved with time away at this secret location, this SAFE house. Jessica snuck a sideways glance at Officer James, and wondered if the police department couldn't have spared a more experienced officer. He could not have been much older than her, and at 30, Jessica didn't see this as a comforting notion. Too bad there wasn't any time to check his references, she thought wryly, and spent the rest of the ride with her head against her window.
As they drove on, the buildings and houses gave way to long stretches of highway surrounded by trees that seemed to go on forever. Although the location was top secret, it was clear that they would not be located anywhere near civilization... another terrifying thought for Jessica, who didn't spend much time with nature.
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