Operation: Rigid

THIRTY

Hard Bargaining

I paused as I stepped out of the conference room. Mother was sitting in a chair in a small waiting area, casually flipping through a

Fortune

magazine. After a moment she sensed my presence, looked up, and then smiled.

"Finished?" she asked as she placed the magazine aside and stood.

"That's what they tell me."

I'd been the guest of the DEA for the past five days. When Mother delivered Valencia and me to the McAllen office, I was separated from the two women, and I hadn't seen Mother or Val since. I'd been put up in a hotel room, first in McAllen, and then in Houston, and I'd had two agents as my shadow since. My world had shrunk to the hotel room, the conference room in the DEA's Division Office in Houston, where I was debriefed, and the drive between the two. After the second day in Houston, I'd started asking about Valencia and Mother, but had received only placating non-answers.

I was glad the debrief was over. The agents who were questioning me never directly accused me of lying, but I had the distinct impression they were trying to catch me in an inconsistency. They asked the same questions over and over--'Why'd you do this?' or 'Where'd you do that?'--but subtly changing the wording each time. Anytime they thought they'd caught me contradicting myself, they'd seized on the perceived discrepancy and the questions became more direct and intense. 'Yesterday you said A, B, and C. Today you're saying X, Y, and Z. Which is it?' I'd then explain what they thought was an inconsistency, and once they were satisfied, the normal questions would resume. Had the interrogating continued many more days, someone was going to get punched... or I'd have started refusing to answer their questions.

She nodded. "I thought I'd give you a ride home."

"Thanks."

She led me through the warren of offices and down to the parking garage where her Cadillac waited, the lights flashing as we approached. I opened the passenger door and settled into the car. A moment later, Mother slid behind the wheel and pressed the starter button. She snapped her seatbelt and then opened the center console before reaching inside and withdrawing my Sig.

She handed it to me with a smile. "I think this is yours."

"Thanks," I said as I took the weapon and quickly checked it. The weapon was loaded, but there wasn't one in the chamber, and the safety was on. Normally I carried with one in the pipe, but I placed the weapon in the cup holders as it was. "So?"

"So... you and Agent Cantor did good."

"Was she able to convince the bozo's she hadn't turned?"

Mother snicked the car into gear and said nothing until she was out of the parking space. "She's still being debriefed, but let's say she's winning them over. Some of the information she's given us has checked out."

"But not all?"

"I wouldn't say that. Some of it is incomplete and will require more digging, but what we could easily check seems legit." She turned out of the garage and accelerated away. "Some of it, if it checks out, is... incredible. Almost unbelievable." She glanced at me and smiled. "I've been following her debrief, and yours. That was some wild shit you did."

"Yeah."

"Did you really fight Víctor like you said?"

"Are you talking about the last time, in the box, or the time before when our cocks were in that pussy vice thing?"

"Yes. Both."

"Yeah. Not fun."

"Fuck..."

she growled, drawing the world out long. "Those are some sick bastards."

I shrugged. "Didn't you already know that?"

"We had suspicions, but we didn't know there were formalized games, with rules and such. We thought it was just a bunch of men and women getting together to fuck in an orgy while people watched. Not that it matters for why I sent you in, but..."

"But?" I prompted.

"But... I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"It wasn't all bad," I said with a small smile.

Not only had I experienced the best sex I'd ever had, and may ever have, the DEA hadn't asked me about the money Voice paid me, I hadn't mentioned it, and I still had it. I'd spent a lot getting out of Mexico, but I had much more left. Now that I was back in the states, I'd convert my pesos back to dollars and see how much of Voice's money I still had.

"No, I suppose it wasn't."

"So, did I earn my bonus?"

She glanced at me and smiled. "I guess you haven't been able to check your account."

"No. They wouldn't let me use a computer."

"It's there. Three hundred twenty-five thousand, just like we agreed."

I glared at her. "That's not what we agreed on. The deal was five hundred thousand."

"And that's what I paid you. You didn't really think you were going to get that without the IRS getting theirs first, did you?" She grinned at me. "I've done some sketchy shit in my day, but I'm not fucking with the IRS."

I quickly calculated. "A hundred and seventy-five thousand?"

"That's right. Thirty-five percent. Don't bitch. If you'd gotten what you wanted, they'd have taken thirty-seven percent of it."

"Fuck," I grunted. I couldn't explain why I was pissed off. Three-twenty-five was more money than I'd ever had in my life, but I was still pissed the government took such a big chunk of what Mother had paid me.

She grinned at me. "Sorry. Nothing I could do about it."

"Yeah, I know... but still... fuck."

As she worked her way across town to my apartment, we talked about my time in Mexico. I'd given the examiner all the important details, but I'm sure her report was as dry as burnt toast, and Mother was clearly wanting more intimate and nuanced details.

"Fuck..." she groaned softly as I explained in detail how I'd kicked Javier's goon's ass while fucking Letícia, embellishing the story only slightly. "So you were fucking her when Toro's lacky's goons attacked you... you then beat the shit out of them... and then after you fucked them up, you went back to fucking her until she tapped out?"

I nodded. "Yeah, more or less."

"And that's what got you noticed?"

"I think so, yes," I said as she wheeled her car into the parking lot of my apartment. "Dammit," I grunted. "I just realized I left my apartment key at Voice's compound. Shit."

I wasn't overly worried about the missing key. I'd taken my spare key with me to Mexico, leaving my other key locked in the apartment on the ring with my truck key, but dealing with the complex site manager was always a pain in the ass. After Mother parked in a visitor's spot, she waited by her car while I went to the complex office, told my story about being out of the country and losing my key, and after proving my identity, they used their master key to open my door for me. Mother followed me into my apartment. I immediately started the air conditioner to reduce the temperature and to remove the stale, musty smell in the apartment before I turned my attention to Mother.

"Thanks for the ride." She smiled at me, and I smiled in return as my cock began to harden, wondering if we were going to start fucking right now.

"You want to verify the money is in your account?"

"If you say it's there, I trust you."

Her smile widened slightly as she stepped out of her short heels. "In that case, I believe we have some unfinished business to take care of."

"Yes, we do, but let me turn up the water heater so we'll have hot water in case we... you know... need a shower later."

She pulled her blouse over her head to reveal her amazing breasts, and I couldn't stop my smile as they bounced with the removal of her shirt. Both times before, when I'd seen her breasts, I thought she might have the best set of tits of any woman I'd ever met, and now seeing them a third time, I wasn't inclined to change my opinion.

Forcing my attention away from Mother's breasts, I opened the tiny closet in my kitchen that contained my washer, dryer, water heater, and small pantry. I first turned the water back on to my washer, and then turned the knob on the water heater from

Vac

to

4.

Shutting the door behind me, I realized that Mother had disappeared while I was fooling around with the water heater and washer. I hadn't heard the door close, and there was a trail of garments leading from the entrance to the bedroom. I smiled, my cock hardening with the thought of what I'd find in the other room. I started to follow, but then changed my mind and decided I should finish what I started since it would only take a couple minutes more. I pulled my refrigerator out from the wall and then squeezed behind it to turn the water on to the ice maker. Less than ten minutes after I'd entered my apartment, I'd put everything back in working order.

My cock throbbing hard, I began unbuttoning my shirt as I followed the trail of clothing to my bedroom, stooping to pick up each piece as I reached it. The final piece of clothing, laying in the doorway, was Mother's black, lacy, brassiere. I smiled at the goddess laying on my bed. Mother was laying on her stomach, her breasts puddling against the mattress, with one of her knees bent and her head propped on her hand as she watched me enter the room.

"I was starting to wonder if you were coming," she said as I neatly draped her skirt, blouse, and jacket, along with my shirt, over the back of the chair.

"Not yet, but I'm sure I will."

She beamed at me as she watched me undress. "You can count on that. I've been saving myself for you, and I'm going to fuck you until you're screaming for me to stop."

"You haven't been with anyone since me?" I asked, my disbelief clear in my tone as I stepped out of my pants.

Her smile spread even more as she drew a pattern on my comforter with her free hand. "Okay... not really. Just the last couple of weeks, since you contacted me and said you were getting out."

I hadn't fucked anyone in the past week myself, and I was very much looking forward to Mother breaking my drought. I smiled at her as I removed the last of my clothing. "What's the ROEs?" I asked, pronouncing it 'rows

,'

short for

Rules of Engagement.

"They're simple," she purred as she rolled to her back as I joined her on the bed. "For every time you make me come, you have to come twice." She pulled me down to take my lips into a long and passionate kiss. "I know you were tested and are clean, and I'm clean, so we're not using any fucking condoms this time," she continued in a whisper as our lips slowly parted.

"And to get your last name?" I whispered.

She stretched for my lips, but I pulled back, teasing her with their closeness but not letting her take them. "If you can make me come three times... I'll tell you."

I took her lips, kissing her fully before I slowly pulled back. I smiled down at her. "You're on," I murmured as I began kissing down her body. With the exception of Teresa and Valencia, Mother was the sexiest woman I'd ever fucked.

I paused at Mother's breasts to sweetly torment their centers, delighting in how her nipples immediately rose to meet my teasing lips and tongue. While both Teresa and Valencia were sexier overall, neither could fully match Mother's breasts. Mother's all natural breasts were flawless, the perfect combination of size, shape, and firmness, especially when considering her age, and I was definitely going have them wrapped around my cock before we were done.

I smiled as Mother writhed and moaned while slowly rocking her hips to fuck my stomach. "Fuck..." she whispered as I continued to feast on her breasts. "You're going to make me come."

My smile spread as I rapidly flicked one of her nipples, wondering if I could make her come just by sucking on her breasts. After another long moment, she made up my mind for me by pushing me firmly lower.

"Eat me," she whimpered. "Please. I need you to eat my pussy."

Saying nothing, I began slowly kissing down her flat, muscular stomach, my lips and tongue dancing over her flesh as her moans became louder and more demanding. When I reached her flower, I brushed her petals with the lightest possible touch of my tongue, causing her to shudder.

"Fuck..." she growled softly. "Make me come. I need you to make me come. I need to come so bad."

"Three times, right?" I murmured before I slowly drew my tongue through her wetness.

"Oh... God... yes!" she gasped as she grabbed my head and pulled my mouth firmly to her pussy. Hanging off the foot of my bed, my chest pressed into the mattress as I balanced on my toes, I feasted on her flower. My tongue slashing and probing, I pulled her hands from my head and intertwined our fingers before pulling firmly on her arms. "Yes! Fucking yes!" she whimpered as I battered her clit with my tongue. "Eat my fucking pussy like you did those Mexican bitches! Fuck!"

I pulled her even more firmly against my lips, the muscles in my arms bulging with effort as she continued to gasp and moan under my sensual ministrations.

"I'm going to come! You're going to make me fucking come! Do it! Make me come all over your fucking face!" I quickly released her hands to wrap my arms around her hips. Locking her in place against my lips, I twisted violently to quickly tumble to my back, flipping her to her stomach with my roll. She wailed loudly as she began fucking my face, my feet on the floor to support my hips. "I'm coming on your fucking face! Ah... fuck! Shit! I'm fucking your face and making myself come!"

As I slowly fucked air, my hips thrusting with excitement, her wetness flowed, running over my face as I continued to torment her button, her hips rocking feverishly against my lips with enough pressure it was uncomfortable, but I wasn't stopping. With a wail loud enough to disturb my neighbors if they were home, she flung herself away from my face to tumble to the mattress. Before I could react, she grabbed one of my hands with a snarl and pulled me toward her with surprising strength.

"Give me that fucking cock!" she demanded, her voice harsh. "Fight my pussy with your big fucking cock!"

I quickly scrambled after her, throwing myself over her as she grabbed my cock to steer it into her waiting pussy. I'd entered her slowly the previous times I'd fucked her, but there was no gentleness between us now, and I rammed myself deep with a soft bark of pleasure before pounding into her with unrestrained fury. She began to wail as her fingers bit deep into the flesh of my back.

"Ah... fuck!" she howled. "It's so fucking big, but my pussy can take it! My pussy is fighting your big cock!"

She was clearly turned on by the idea we were competing somehow, or fighting as she put it, so I decided to go with it. "Fight my cock!" I snarled as I pounded into her hard and fast. "Fight my cock with your pussy!"

She howled, her back arching as she forced her tits up and her head back. "Oh my

God

! Your cock is so fucking

big

!" she cried before hissing several times through clenched and bared teeth. "I'm fighting your fucking cock! My pussy is fuck-fighting your cock!"

"Fight it!" I snarled softly into her ear. "Fight my cock with your pussy!"

"Mother...

fuck

!" she all but screamed as she shoved me away and twisted violently, rolling onto her hip as she strained and shivered, her face twisted into painful looking contortions as she keened softly.

Her fingers curved in claws, it was obvious she was battling a monumental orgasm. Pleased with myself, I gently twisted her to her back before I fell over her, supporting my weight on elbows and knees, before wrapping her up and holding her tight as she thrashed. As I draped myself across her, she seized me, her nails biting deep in my back as she gripped me tight and crushed me against her breasts, but at least she wasn't scratching me. After a long moment, she relaxed with an explosive exhale, followed several seconds later by a long, deep, groan as she loosened her painful embrace.

"Fuck," she murmured.

"I did," I whispered with a smile before my lips softly took hers.

"What?" she murmured out of the kiss, her voice slightly trembly and clearly confused.

I snickered as she missed the joke. "You said, 'mother fuck,' and I said, 'I did,'" I whispered as she panted. I brushed her lips with mine again. "You okay?"

She shook her head slowly. "Don't know," I continued to hold her, saying nothing and allowing her to recover. After a long moment, she relaxed even more with a sigh. "Fuck," she whispered.

"You okay?" I asked again, my smile clear in my voice.

This time she nodded. "Yeah. I think so." She sighed. "Jesus... I've never...

ever...

come that hard."

I smiled. "That's two," I murmured.

"What?" she asked as she looked at me, her confusion again clear. I couldn't stop my smile, pleased with myself that I scrambled her with that orgasm.

"You said if I could make you come three times, you'd give me your last name. That was two."

She smiled as she nodded slowly, already looking sleepy. "Now you have to come four times."

I returned her smile. "That wasn't the deal. You didn't say anything about me having to come two for one to get your last name. All you said was I had to make you come three times... and that's two."

She sighed. "Okay..."

"Just like that?"

She nodded as a small smile appeared briefly. "I'm done. There's no way I can come again."

"Challenge accepted," I murmured. She huffed out a small laugh. "What was that all about... that fighting stuff."

She sighed as another small smile flickered across her lips. "I've been reading the transcripts from your and Agent Cantor's debriefs." She paused a moment but then continued. "Some of that was hot as shit." I arched an eyebrow at her in a silent question. Another tiny smile appeared on her lips. "Yeah, okay... the idea you had to fuck down those two whores to get out of Mexico before Toro could track you down... and you breaking the backs of all those whores in Mata de Juárez to get noticed, all the while fighting off Lara's henchmen... and then competing against those men and women in fucking contests... it turned me on. I've been getting hornier and hornier reading about it, imagining you having to fuck all those women, and fight those men... and, well..." She shrugged. "What can I say? I'm a kinky bitch."

"You should have gone down there with me, then."

She snorted softly. "Twenty or thirty years ago, maybe, but not now. I can't even handle you for more than a few minutes at a time."

"I've enjoyed it."

She brushed my lips with her own. "So have I, but if all that shit you said you did is true--"

"It is," I said, cutting her off.

She nodded. "Then yeah... no... I'd have never lasted as long as you did."

I kissed her deeply. "I've always preferred quality over quantity."

She huffed with a smile. "Charmer."

"What turned you on the most?" I asked.

She smiled. "Either fucking the two whores to get a ride to Brownsville... or maybe fucking those three whores in the police station."

"Why?"

She shrugged. "I'm not sure. I think maybe it's because I imagined that if you failed either time, you were in danger." She smiled at me as she gently pulled my lips lower to brush them with hers. "The thought of you having to fuck for your life is sexy as shit."

I smiled, enjoying the insight into how Mother's mind worked. "You know what I left out of the debrief?"

"What?"

That I fucked the three women in the police station so hard we broke the interrogation table."

"No shit?" she asked, her interest obvious.

"No shit. They had me stretched over the table like it was a rack. One held my arms while I finger fucked her, another sat on my face, and the third fucked the shit out of me." She groaned softly, clearly interested. "Not only that, but I fucked the last whore in the men's bathroom, and we did it so hard, we knocked one of the stall walls down before we finished on the floor." I smiled as her face twisted with need. Tits and I hadn't actually knocked the wall down, though I wouldn't be surprised that we'd loosened it, but I was feeding Mother's fantasy now.