Chapter Twelve - Jennifer The FBI Agent
I barely said hello to anyone as I bound out the back door to the helicopter sitting quiet. When the pilot saw me, he instantly fired up the engines and shortly, we were airborne and on our way to Connecticut. The flight lasted about an hour and as I touched down outside Gary's house, I sensed trouble immediately. I told the pilot to take off and fly back to my home and wait for my call.
When he took off and was out of sight, I was surrounded by men in black suits with black sunglasses. FBI. I smiled. This was the excitement that I needed. A woman in her late twenties strolled out with Gary in handcuffs and pushed him into a car.
"I wondered if I'd see you here." She said as she strode confidently up to me.
"Well, I guess you can stop wondering." I said back. I smiled the whole time.
"You're a mystery to me. I can't seem to find anything about you." She said as she hooked her arm in mine and started walking us back up the stairs and into the house.
"Well, all you had to do was ask!" I replied, keeping the conversation flirty.
"But, you didn't give me a chance! You single handedly took over Nathan's business in less than five minutes and without a single gunshot. You took his entire catch, where are they by the way?" She asked. I looked at her and smiled.
"Safe. They wont be harmed." I said with a smile. She smiled back. The door was held open by an agent and together, we strode in.
"Imagine if you can my surprise with the one person who literally destroys my case against Nathan lands in a private helicopter at a known smuggler and black market dealer's house. Now, all I have to do is tie you to both and my case is strengthened and closed and I'll get that promotion that I've been after." She said with a smile as she led me to a table with mugs filled with fresh coffee waiting.
"But, you don't know if I've done anything technically illegal. All you really have is circumstantial evidence against me concerning Nathan, but with no books or paperwork to back it up, no women to come forward and tell of my torture of them, you have nothing." I said, blowing her case up again.
"Who are you?" She asked as she bent forward, showing me a generous amount of cleavage. She didn't move when she noticed me looking at the tops of her tits.
"I'm nobody." I said, now looking her in the eyes.
"No, you're somebody, but who?" She asked, more to herself than to me.
This game was fun but I needed more leverage if I was gonna play. I closed my eyes for a moment and when I opened them, the spark lit up in my pupils. When she saw them, it was too late. I was in her head and seeing everything about her.
"What was that?" She asked as she sat back.
"What was what?" I asked, playing dumb.
"Your eyes, they lit up. What was that?" She asked. I smiled.
"Probably from the camera." I said as I nodded to an agent taking pictures. She looked at him and then back at me.
"The flash." She said as she slumped into the chair. She looked at me, eyeing me. She knew there was something about me, something there that would tie me to both Nathan and Gary, she just couldn't put the puzzle together.
"So, am I free to go?" I asked.
"Why were you here?" She asked, going back to her role as FBI Agent.
"I came to see a friend." I said coolly.
"Some friend. You know he's got enough guns in his basement to outfit an army?" She asked.
"Yes. They are mine." I said, throwing her off.
"Yours? You know those are illegal?" She asked, her eyes wide.
"No, they aren't illegal. They were purchased legally with my FFL and are registered to me." I said, throwing another kink in her armor.
"I suppose you can prove this?" She asked, skeptical.
"Of course!" I said and pulled out some paperwork that miraculously appeared in my inside breast pocket. It was flawless and proved that they were mine. I handed it over to her and she read it thoroughly. She looked at me, surprised and disgusted.
"Why? Why are you dealing with a person like him?" She asked.
"Well, though he is a man of ill-repute, he can find things." I said with a smile.
"And the five completely scared and completely Irish girls upstairs?" She asked. I smiled.
"As I said, he can find things."
"So, you're buying women on the slave market?" She asked. I smiled.
"No, I paid to have sex with five authentic Irish women." I said, smiling. My eyes never left hers and her reaction was priceless.
"Five? One wasn't enough to satisfy you, you had to have five?" She asked. Again, I smiled.
"I have a very high sex drive. Five probably wasn't enough. I'll have to fuck two or three of them twice before I'm finished." I said with a cocky and confident smile.
"Seriously?" She asked as her mouth dropped open at my claim.
"Seriously. I'd wear you out in fifteen minutes. With them, I can go for a couple hours before I even begin to get close to cumming, way before I even tire." I said, speaking the truth.
"Well, you can forget that action. They are witnesses and they claim to have been kidnapped and brought to the States against their will." She said, knowing that would be the nail to seal my coffin.
"No. That was the drugs talking. They are actually friends of mine. I asked Gary to help them get here since I have been busy with other things. He made sure that they arrived safely and were taken care of until I arrived. Gary probably drugged them with the intent of deflowering them before I could." I said, again throwing a kink in her case.
"Who the fuck are you?" She asked, her desperation and disappointment showing. I smiled.
"Calm down Jennifer. Don't get upset!" I said as I stood and walked to her. I stood behind her and started rubbing her stiff shoulders. When my hands touched her, she went rigid, then started to relax as I worked the stress out of her muscles.
"How do you know my name?" She asked as her head dropped forward, allowing me to rub the tension out of the back of her neck.
