- Nicknamed 'Smurf' he is one of Victor's former instructors at Quantico and an agent at the New York city field office. Sam helps Erica identify the killer known as The Hockey Fan and also offers support when she goes undercover. Features in Part 12.
Billy
- A young black man who picks up a drunk and despondent Arlene at a bar. Features in Part 12.
Sam
- Father of Billy, a factory worker. Features in Part 12.
Zeke
- Retired lawyer, father to Sam, Grandfather to Billy. Features in Part 12.
Chapter One: "If we do what is necessary, all the odds are in our favor. - Henry Kissinger"
Still clutching the note that Cody had passed onto her, Erica made her way to the back of the hall while those around her continued eating. Those, like herself, who had already finished their food were relaxing in the warmth and safety of the dining hall, reluctant to leave as yet. She nodded in passing to a number of familiar faces, men and women who were living rough and that she had come to have a passing familiarity with since going undercover.
At the rear of the dining hall there were three doors, two leading to public restrooms, one other marked staff only. Expecting it to be locked, Erica grunted in surprise as the lever-like door handle swung down smoothly, the door opening with a small noise that went unnoticed to the other occupants of the hall.
Erica stepped through quickly, closing the door softly behind her. She was in unfamiliar territory now, a hallway extending to either side of her. From the left she could make out the distant muffled hubbub of noise that came with a kitchen in full swing. Fairly sure that if she went closer to the kitchen, she would end up spotted and escorted out. Erica went right, walking down the corridor until she came to a door marked 'Staff Restroom', beneath it in smaller writing, 'Unisex'.
She opened the door, pushing her head around to see if there was anyone inside. Inside was a basic layout, a trio of sinks on one wall, a hand dryer alongside them. Against the other wall stood four cubicles. Erica stepped inside, glancing at the locking mechanism of each door. The one closest to her showed a red marking above the handle indicating it was locked. The small white sign hanging from the handle that read 'out of order' explained why.
The next cubicle was unlocked the one after however was also marked red. Erica stepped away and bent down to see if she could see anyone's feet beneath the door. Nothing. 'Out of order as well' she thought, moving onto the last cubicle as the note had instructed.
Erica closed the door and looked around to see if there was another note inside, something to tell her what the job was all about. Again, nothing. While she was there and waiting, she took the opportunity to sit down and use the facilities. As she urinated the tinkling sound produced was almost cheerful sounding in tone, Erica allowing herself a small sigh of contentment, a moments respite where she wasn't playing a role.
She reached to her left for some paper towels to clean up with when the steel-colored receptacle holding them swung to one side on a hidden hinge.
Hidden behind it was a circular hole a few inches in diameter. At the same moment that Erica put together what the hole actually was, a black cock slithered through it in confirmation.
Startled she stood up, pulling her combats up around her waist, hurrying to buckle them in place securely. Her hand reached out to open the latch on the cubicle door.
"Wait," a voice called out for the other side. Erica paused, her eyes darting to and fro, finding the small peephole that she had missed earlier, almost six feet up the cubicle wall.
"What is this? What do you want?" Erica had more than a sneaking suspicion but she was playing a role and needed to stick to it regardless of her own knowledge.
"It's a chance to make twenty dollars. Get me off and it's all yours."
"Fuck off." It was a risk but she needed to gamble. If she appeared too eager then it might seem suspicious. Erica needed an 'in' and this might be it. It might also just be one of the people working at the charity kitchen. There was no guarantee but she knew the people she was looking for didn't wander around wearing name tags or carrying signs. She raised a hand to open the cubicle again.
"Wait. Thirty dollars." Erica hesitated as the voice called out again with an improved offer. She didn't open the door but at the same time she didn't drop her hand off the latch.
"Thirty dollars. You can get yourself a nice fix with that. Few minutes work, you'll probably enjoy it as well. Then you walk out of here, get yourself whatever you need to feed that addiction of yours. I've seen you; you need the money. So, stop fucking around, do what you're told and get paid girl."
With as great a show of reluctance as she could muster, Erica slowly let her hand fall away from the door, hanging loose by her side.
"Good girl," the voice from the other cubicle praised her.
She let her head slump forward, a perfect picture of dejection. Moving like her ankles were weighted down, Erica turned about face and stepped back to where the black cock still protruded through the hole in the wall. Standing as close as she was now, Erica realized that the peephole no longer gave the man on the other side a view of her.
Hesitantly, she ran a finger up along the length of his cock, her finger barely skimming across the surface. At her touch, the stranger flinched in surprise. His cock however didn't so much flinch as it lurched at her touch. Blood began to pump into his organ and as Erica continued to touch it with a hesitance and timidity that matched the role she had adopted, it swelled in response so that it began to jut outwards, hardening with each beat of the heart that drove blood into its extremities.
Judging that her act was convincing but also that she needed to move this along, Erica got to her knees in the small restroom cubicle. The longer she took to finish him off, the greater the chance of discovery by a member of staff. It was time it seemed, to earn her money.
She pulled the hood of her hoodie back, turning her red baseball cap back to front so that the brim of the cap didn't protrude over her face. For effect, Erica then let out a low sigh that spoke of resigned reluctance and then she leaned forward so that her nose could brush against the now hard black shaft.
She nuzzled her nose against the thick hard flesh as her lips fell upon it softly. She noted that the owner of the cock had bathed that morning, this meant it ruled out one of her fellow transients as the person on the other side of the wall.
Erica bestowed soft closed mouthed kisses against it, the fingers of one hand strumming along the dark flesh like she was playing a flute. She could sense the man's impatience and arousal like it was a physical entity, the power of it pulsing against the wall. Not wanting to delay any further, she parted her lips so that the tip of her tongue could trail up along the shaft, swirling in ever decreasing circles around the bulbous head before the same head popped into the warmth of her mouth like a golf ball sinking into the hole.
Erica basted the head of the cock with her lips and tongue, taking no more than an inch of the dark hardness inside her mouth. As her saliva began to run down the length of the cock, Erica helped it along, her hand swabbing the spittle down the length of the stranger's cock so that it began to gleam under the harsh white lighting in the restroom.
The man on the other side of the wall was clearly enjoying her ministrations, low groans of pleasure audible. He inched forward, Erica imagining his stomach pressed tight to the surface of cubicle side, so that his cock was fully extended through the hole and his scrotum hung on the lip of the cut-out gap. She used her index finger to curl beneath his nuts, dragging them forward and over the edge of the hole so that they hung heavy on her side. Erica began nodding her head, taking his cock two inches at a time into her warm and wet orifice, all the while her hand played with his testicles, fondling them to the stranger's pleasure.
He hadn't much space to move, not after committing himself by pushing his nuts through the make shift fissure in the wall. This meant that the small micro thrusts of his hips, trying to plunge deeper into Erica's velvety maw were largely useless. They did alert Erica though to his growing excitement and she played on that, lips smacking noisily as she pulled his cock from her mouth, going back to long licks of his length, moving with the kind of speed and focus that would be well suited to a leisurely consumption of an ice lolly. The black stranger groaned in frustration and need, Erica's wicked smile hidden as she pressed her mouth to the side of his shaft to kiss it tenderly.
"Fuck, fuck, put it back in your mouth," the voice hissed in a vexed tone.
She complied but a full minute after his asking. Erica hadn't entered the cubicle in a position of power, she'd lost even more by agreeing to 'earn' money on her knees. However now his cock was at her mercy and that had balanced the scales somewhat.
She took it back inside, her tongue teasing the underside of the shaft as three inches were swallowed and a small white fist, plunged along the length of the long black cock in a pumping motion. In truth, her own excitement was building alongside this black stranger's.
Erica wasn't addicted to sex or anything like that but she had missed the companionship of her friends, having to leave them again so soon after returning had been especially painful. Sex, oral sex, it wasn't a cure for the touch of loneliness that she herself hadn't even realized she'd been experiencing, but the intimacy was a salve on the distress. Her speed picked up, head nodding further forward as her hand sped to the root of his cock, head tilting back in time with her hands return journey.
"Swallow that dick baby," came the disembodied voice and this time she obeyed.
Erica leaned forward, removing her hand as she worked more and more of his length into her throat. She forced herself onto it, swallowing the impaling black length of flesh and blood as a circus performer delighted a crowd with their sword swallowing routine. As the tip of his cock scored against the back of her throat, Erica had to steel herself against her gag reflex. Her nostrils flared wide, the rapid panicked snorts of breath from her nostrils exhaling into the forest of his pubes as she worked the last inch between her lips. Now those micro thrusts that he had been reduced to, now they seemed far more effective as he launched into a series of them while Erica maintained her esophagus grip on his cock. She tried to make to last, one Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississi-, she broke away spluttering for air, his cock now drenched in slobber.
