Cason grunted and slowly pulled out of her, panting slightly. Ria lay back and wiped sweat from her brow. She put a hand on her pussy and touched the wet sticky substance that dripped out of her. She put a finger in her mouth and sucked the cum from it, keeping her eyes on Cason the whole time. Cason watched, his breath hitching in his throat.
"You know I love it when you do that" he said with a grin. He wound down his window, letting a cool breeze drift into the car, their sex scent swirling all through the car and Cason sparked up a joint. For a moment all was calm, the only sound was their breathing slowing as they basked in their love making. Then the silence was broken by the shrill alarm sound of Cason's mobile ringing.
"Shit!" He mumbled as he scrambled to pull it out of a jeans pocket. He flipped it open.
"Yep. Yeah, okay. We'll be right there" He shut the phone, ending the call and sighed. "We gotta go baby, shit's going down and we need to get to the warehouse, ASAP." He clambered back into the drivers seat, pulled his jeans back on and revved up the car as Ria searched through the duffle bag on the floor of the back seat for a clean top. She found a red blouse, slipped it on and adjusted her skirt again. She then climbed onto the passenger seat and propped her feet up on the dashboard.
"I wish you wouldn't tear off my clothes in that heated moment, I'm running out of wearable tops" she said. Cason laughed and they sped off in the direction of their warehouse. He passed her the joint and took a few drags, blowing the smoke out of the window.
Chapter 2
Night was falling as Cason and Ria pulled up to the fortified gates of Warehouse 17. Cason stuck his head out of the window and shouted to the guard to open up. Slowly they did and Cason manoeuvred the Jeep into the courtyard. Men and women roamed the courtyard, some toting big guns, others carrying boxes of their product. They mainly shipped essential goods, such as food and water but some of Cason's more high end clients preferred drugs and alcohol and often ammunitions for their weapons, and they were very demanding. There was always a risk of some of their rivals infiltrating their operation so each member of the team was tooled up and trained in hand to hand combat and military style weapon handling.
The building, a big square mountain of grey block cement, was always fully guarded, day and night, with barbed wire all around the rooftop and the gates were solid oak, with spikes and barbed wire all over them. The grounds housed the garage, the training room, a gun range and the dog kennels and of course the warehouse itself.
Ria hopped out as the jeep pulled to a stop. She smoothed down her skirt and ran her fingers through her hair to neaten it a bit. She looked around at the flurry of action, waving to a tough looking woman who was locking the gate to the kennels. Cason walked round the car to her and flung an arm over her shoulder, pulling her close and kissing her temple. Together they walked to the door of the warehouse. Cason bumped fists with Rafferty, the burly dark-skinned guard with a scarred face and tough south London accent. Rafferty opened the door, tipping an imaginary top hat to Ria, making her giggle and they stepped inside. They were in a sizeable office, with a large desk in the centre of the room, strewn about with pieces of guns and on the wall was a life size photocopy of the blueprints for a laboratory in central London next to another door which led into the warehouse. Ria sat behind the desk in a swivel chair and put her feet up on the desktop. She pulled out a small sharp dagger with a black blade and ivory handle from the drawer and started playing with the point of the blade. Cason sat on the edge of the desk, and lit a cigarette. Rafferty stood at the door they just came in through, finger on the trigger of his automatic rifle.
There was a sudden commotion outside and the inner door was flung open. A man, flustered and shouting at someone behind him, stumbled in. Momentarily shocked by the sight of Cason and Ria in front of him, his faced drained of colour, turning a sickly white. Then he recovered himself and spread his hands wide in supplication and his voice affected an oily charm.
"Hey Boss! You're back, lovely to see you again Miss Ria, you're looking particularly ravishing this evening." He took a step forward into the room, standing directly under the naked lightbulb swinging from the low ceiling. The harsh yellow light did nothing to appease his pockmarked, sallow complexion.