Chapter 3: Key to the City
Sarah Kaye sat at her kitchen table, sipping coffee and reading the evening paper. She sighed impatiently and shuffled the paper noisily. He was out late again. She knew his stories about paperwork were true; he wouldn't have the guts to cheat on her. But he was letting his job come between them… as if anyone would notice if he took the year off…
Not that she was any better off. Sarah Kaye was a bright young Washington investigator who, according to her friends, "hoped someday to be confused with an important person."
But her job was not just to snoop around randomly for corrupt officials and quiz shows.
Her job was more specific.
She was part of a secret task force fighting against NIKO, and as such was one of the few people who knew of it's activities.
She found it sickeningly ironic that the only important tasks she ever got were the ones she couldn't tell her friends about.
Her fiancé Danny, on the other hand, was what he appeared to be, sadly. Just your average paperwork-monger. Why she had agreed to marry him; in the process going against her family's advice, her religion, her principles, and even her own better judgement; she would never know.
Thank heaven there had been no fixed date set for the wedding, so she still had plenty of time to change her mind.
Although she was fast approaching thirty, she still had an impressive figure. A soft, rounded face with piercing light copper eyes and a severe expression was complimented by very neat shortish blond hair, which was parted on the left side, swept over her head and hung down shoulder-length on the right side. 36c breasts, slender hips, and medium-long legs rounded her off.
She sighed sharply and eyed the sealed manila envelope on the table. She had been instructed to open her orders at 2200 hours, and it was 2158 now…
She reached out and tore open the envelope.
As usual, it just told her about another top-secret meeting, at which a thorough report of the latest atrocity committed by the fine people at NIKO would be given, and no plans would be offered to stop them.
This was ridiculous.
Why couldn't they just do something about them, instead of just sitting back and letting the Neo Fascists keep them in check? The Neo Fascists were unreliable, uncontrollable, unpredictable, vicious, ruthless, and no better than NIKO. And yet the only thing preventing either group from launching a Fourth Reich and declaring war on the world or something was the other group. But they didn't stop each of them from perpetrating the most unbelievable atrocities, slaughtering entire towns, or kidnapping heads of state, and that was just for starters. It was ridiculous. And she and all the others were forced to just sit on their hands while all these travesties of justice were being perpetrated and gotten away with right under their noses. It made her sick to her stomach to think about it.
Suddenly, the back door flew open, and Danny was there.
"Where have you been?" She asked angrily, even though she already knew the answer. She was just in a crummy mood and she needed someone to lash out at. And he just happened to be there.
"You know where I've been, I've been at the big Washington Lawyers' Convention!" (this was his private name for the place where he worked.) He never lost his good cheer, which she found infuriating. If there is anything a depressed person hates, it's a cheerful person.
"I need to go."
"Why? The meeting doesn't start for 2 hours!"
"I just want to be there in time is all." She said gruffly.
As she was walking towards the front door, she heard him say, "I know what you need…"
And before she could react, she was tackled from behind. His hands reached up to paw at her through her suit before pulling it out of the way to paw at her bare tits.
"Oh, so that's the way you wanna play it, huh?" She purred, her mood changed in an instant. She quickly gained leverage with her strong legs and flipped over so she was suddenly straddling him. He had an excited, expectant look on his face. She sat up on him and slowly, teasingly, slid her panties off down through her short, tight skirt. She was careful not to allow him a direct view of what lay underneath until they "You like this, big boy?" she growled as she opened his pants and let it all come up. It sprang up and slapped against her thigh. Her dripping pussy was now right above it, but she said, "You will go there when I say so, not before. I am in charge here, and you will follow my command. Is that clear?
He nodded meekly.
