Judge Sandy Ch 05

Sandy looked down the sights and squeezed the trigger. She felt like a giddy school girl when the can, sitting on the tree stump, flew off the stump out of sight. "I hit it! I hit it!" Sandy screamed with glee.

Brandon couldn't help but laugh, standing behind her. All he could think about was getting her ready for defending herself. He knew what was coming with the Russian mob. They weren't going to stop till he and Sandy were dead. Yet, she was excited about hitting a can. 'That's ok. She's getting comfortable with handling a gun.' He thought to himself.

He'd been working with Sandy for almost two weeks. First, he had to get her over her fear of guns. Then he had to get her comfortable handling one. But also a readiness to use them when the time came. And he knew that time would come. They'd also had several discussions about the law and the justice system and due process, to the point Brandon had to walk away a couple times lest he say something that would hurt her. He'd seen too much injustice at the hands of those who could careless about the law or the justice system. As far as he was concerned, they were animals and needed to be put down like an animal. Sandy wanted to see them brought to justice through the court system. Brandon just wanted to kill them.

"You're doing much better." He said as he stepped up beside her. "Keep practicing." He gave her a devilish smile. "I want you as comfortable handling that gun as you are handling my gun."

Sandy laid the 9mm down on the table next to them as she reached for the bulge in his pants. She grabbed the bulge in his jeans as she smiled up at him. "I'll do my best. But I know it won't be as fun." She squeezed his cock as she wrapped her other hand around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him. "How about you take care of the guns, and I'll take care of you." The further Sandy got from that evening in the parking garage, the more her fear of what might happen faded. Being out of touch in the north woods of Wisconsin just helped foster that delusion even more.

Brandon tried to keep her on target, even as she gently massaged his manhood, making it difficult for him to stay on target. "You need to focus on what I'm trying to teach you." He said to her, trying to maintain a measure of seriousness, even as his eyes kept dropping to her heaving chest. She had intentionally started leaving the top half of her shirts unbuttoned since arriving at the cabin. She knew how much he loved her breasts. And she enjoyed teasing him with them.

"Why?" She asked smiling. "I'd much rather focus on taking care of you." Sandy had always had a healthy sex drive. But it was as though Brandon had flipped a switch on inside her. No matter how much of him she got, she wanted that much more. And now that they were in the middle of nowhere in northern Wisconsin, she didn't want to think about why they were there. All she thought about, her every waking moment, was this younger man who had captured her heart. "Why don't we go inside and let me take care of you." She released his cock and unbuttoned a couple more buttons on her shirt. She pulled the shirt open, revealing her massive cleavage. "Wouldn't you rather have some fun with these?" She asked as she squeezed her breasts together.

Brandon felt his resolve fading. He chuckled as he stared down at her. Her breasts calling out to him. "What the hell am I supposed to do with you?" He asked laughing.

Sandy wrapped both arms around his neck as she stood on tip toes, crushing her chest against his. "I thought you'd have figured that one out by now. Anything you want."

He smiled as he thought of a way to use her sex drive against her. He spun her around, then dropped his right hand between her legs as he slipped his left hand inside her bra. He squeezed her breast, pinching the nipple between two fingers as he practically lifted her off the ground with his right hand, rubbing her clit. "Is this what you want, sexy?" He asked softly in her ear before taking it in his mouth and nibbling on it.

Sandy moaned softly as she laid one hand over his hand between her legs, while wrapping her other arm around his neck, pulling his head into hers. Both had discovered her ears were one of her erogenous zones. His nibbling on them only increased the intensity of the sensations he gave her. "Yes baby!" She cooed softly. "You know this is what I want." She had never felt the depth of need Brandon had created in her. He had touched her, not just physically, but more importantly, emotionally and psychologically. Giving herself to him felt so natural. She belonged in his arms. "I can't get enough of this. I can't get enough of you."

He rubbed her clit harder and kneaded her breast as he felt her body relaxing into his. He played with her, feeling her arousal growing. As he felt her climax building he released her and spun her around again, facing him. He took her face in his right hand as his left drop behind her, down to her ass. He pulled her into his body as she stared up at him, panting and in need. "I care about you the way I cared about the guys I served with. You're more to me than just a sensuous lover. But if that's what it takes, so be it." He paused. "I'm going to put up three body targets. When you've put three shots in each target, in the chest, I'll give you what you need tonight."

Sandy smiled up at him, thinking he was still playing around with her. "And what if I don't?"

Brandon smiled back down at her. "Then you don't get what you need, until I get what I want."

"Where the fuck did that bitch go to?" Artur grumbled as he sat beside the bedroom window facing Sandy Fiore's house, just down the street. The three of them, Lev, Artur and Pyotr had been watching her house for almost a week now. They had no idea where she was hiding. They just knew she wasn't at home. They kept telling themselves she had to come home eventually. The days were long and boring. But the boss, Vlad, had been good enough to give them a different girl from the strip club each day. Every morning Lev would drive to the strip club, returning the girl they'd had the day before and pick out a new one for that day.

"I don't know." Pyotr replied, needlessly. "But I'll be glad when Lev is done with Jasmine. I can't wait to take my turn with that black bitch. I love those great big tits of hers. I think I'll fuck them first. Hey! How come Lev always gets to go first with the girls?"

"Oh would you shut the fuck up!" Artur yelled. "Do you ever shut up? The reason Lev always goes first is because he hates sloppy seconds."

"Well, maybe I hate sloppy seconds too." Pyotr replied trying to defend himself.

Artur chuckled. "Well, when you're in charge then you can set the ground rules." He said taunting him, but never taking his eyes off the house down the street. "But until then, SHUT UP!"

Lev watched Jasmine as he sat up in bed, his back against the headboard. Jasmine lay between his legs, her head bobbing up and down on his cock. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed her head back, forcing her to look up at him. "I love watching those lips of yours wrapped around my cock. I never had a thing for black girls before. But I do love the way you suck cock. Maybe we'll keep you for a couple days instead of taking you back tomorrow." He said laughing. "I'll have to make sure that's ok with the boss."

Jasmine was a gorgeous woman with a slender figure. An only child, her parents were killed in a car accident while she was in college. What money she got from the settlement from the accident she used to pay for her schooling. She graduated with a degree in accounting. She'd always had a mind for numbers. Shortly after graduating she went to work for an accounting firm in Chicago. One morning as she was working at her computer the FBI walked in and arrested both partners of the firm on numerous charges. All computers and files were seized, and Jasmine was out of a job she'd only been at for two years. Her world began to crumble within days. She sent out resumes to all the accounting firms in the Chicago area. Every interview she went to ended the same way. Once they discovered where she had just come from, she was politely told to leave. She was unclean and cursed, in their eyes. Her money quickly ran out.

She worked a few minimum wage jobs for a few months. But all she was doing was prolonging the inevitable. Then she met Trudy at the coffee shop she was working at till something else came along. Trudy became a good friend. Or so Jasmine thought at the time. Within a few weeks Trudy was telling her about how much money she could make stripping. Jasmine knew she had a good body, and was attractive. The men were always hitting on her. She'd had a few lovers since her college years. But none that stuck around. She resisted the idea of stripping until the day came she realized her credit cards were maxed out and she couldn't pay the rent that month. Trudy introduced her to Pavel Petrova.

Pavel was charming and very sympathetic towards her plight. He offered to pay off her debts if she came to work for him at his strip club in Romeoville. Something in Jasmine's brain screamed not to take his offer. But her desperation trumped her common sense. She accepted his offer. She quickly became one of the crowd favorites at the club. She also learned quickly she was expected to perform in the office as well as on stage. Some of the other girls tried to prepare her for what it meant to be called into the office. She discovered the hard way, the first time she was summoned to the office. She was passed between Pavel and his brother and four others most of the afternoon. She only objected once. After the slapping she got, she never objected again. She was then forced to crawl around the room on her hands and knees and beg each man to suck his cock, or have him fuck her, whatever he preferred.

Within a year Pavel forced her to get her breasts enlarged from a size D to E. He told her, "the bigger the tits, the more money you make for me." The man she had first thought was charming and kind, was in reality a brutal and sadistic animal. And Trudy, she discovered was a woman they used to recruit vulnerable women.

Jasmine looked up the length of Lev's body at him, making sure she kept her mouth stuffed with his cock. There was a sadistic cruelty in his eyes that scared her so much, she knew compliance to his every demand was her only option.

"Get up here, slut." He smiled at her. "I'll be the first to fill your pussy. I know how much those other two hate sloppy seconds." He laughed as she climbed up his body and straddled his cock. "Maybe we have a contest. See which one of us can fuck you the most times in 24 hours." He laughed again. "Doesn't that sound like fun?"

Jasmine didn't reply.

Lev slapped her across the face. "I asked you a question, you dumb slut."

"Yes!" Jasmine said trying to smile, holding back the tears from the stinging pain. "That sounds like fun. I would enjoy that."

Jasmine ground her hips in a circular motion on Lev's cock as he mauled her breasts, digging his fingers into her flesh. She'd forgotten what it felt like to have a man make tender lover to her. She groaned, as though she was enjoying herself. She knew detracting from his pleasure would result in more pain. This was all about survival. She couldn't remember the last time she'd enjoyed sex.

"Fuck yeah!" Lev grunted just before he began emptying himself inside Jasmine. "UGH! UGH!" He grunted with each spasm. He squeezed her breasts like they were two giant sponges. He cared nothing for the woman he was fucking. She was just a slut to be used to satisfy his animalistic urges.

Jasmine laid on the bed sobbing softly as Lev pulled up his pants and got dressed. "Go get yourself cleaned up." He told her. "I'll give you a few minutes before I send one of the others in." His statement was the most compassion he'd shown her since he'd picked her up at the strip club that morning.

"I knew you could do it, with the right motivation." Brandon said smiling at Sandy as she sat across the booth from him. They'd come into town for dinner after a long afternoon of target practice for Sandy. The town had a small mom and pop diner that both had come to love so much they'd eaten there almost every night.

"I understand what you're trying to do with me." She reached across the table, smiling, and took his hand. "And I do appreciate it. I've just never liked guns. They've always scared me. And I've seen far too many people's lives shattered by them."

Brandon was growing tired of these discussions. But he wasn't going to backdown. "My dad is a carpenter. In the back of his truck he has dozens of tools. He could kill you with every one of them. But he doesn't. He uses them to build things, because he's a good man. A gun is no different. In the hands of a good man, or woman," he added smiling. "A gun is a tool to be used to defend the innocent and eliminate those threatening the innocent. In the hands of an evil person... " He paused. "Well, you've seen enough of that. No need to tell you what happens."

"I know what you're saying. I do." Sandy's voice softened. "I was so idealistic when I graduated from Law School. I thought I could change the world with the Law. Make things better. Keep people safe."

Brandon sat in silence, wanting to respond with some sarcastic reply. Ten years in the Army. Fighting enemies around the world. He'd lost all hope of mankind living by the laws they were supposed to be governed by. The only law the animals he dealt with respected was the threat of a bullet to the head. "Sorry, babe. I lost those rose colored glasses long ago. My only concern is keeping you safe. I'll kill anyone who threatens you. The Law be damned."

Sandy squeezed his hand. "That's why I feel safe with you. Safer than I've ever felt with anyone before you." It suddenly dawned on her why she felt so drawn to him. He was everything her ex-husband was not. She had discovered her young lover was intelligent and cultured, in his own way. But the element that attracted her to him the most was his inner resolve that he was going to stand between her and those who would hurt her. It was like a simmering rage within him, that both scared her and yet drew her to him like a magnet. Her mind, daily, played that episode in the garage, and the way he dealt with her attackers.

Brandon squeezed her hand in return. "You are safe with me. Always. Now let's eat. I'm starving." He picked up the menu to look at it, although he had it practically memorized. "Then after dinner, I'm having you for dessert."

"So, what are you two having for dinner this evening?" Maggie, one of the waitresses at the diner asked as she sat down next to Sandy. Maggie was one of the locals who had lived there her whole life. A woman in her early fifties, she was an attractive redhead who knew everyone in the county, and everyone knew her. She'd waited on them every night they'd been there for dinner.

"Maggie." Sandy spoke up first. "You know how predictable I am. I'm just going to have your meatloaf again."

"Same here, Maggie." Brandon chimed in.

"You two enjoying your stay in our little town so far?"

"We are." Brandon spoke up. "Nice and quiet. Just the way we like it."

"We are a quiet little town. For the most part. But we also know how to have fun if you two are ever looking for some." She said smiling as she stood, then walked away.

Sandy looked at Brandon with wide eyes. "Was Maggie hitting on us?"

Brandon laughed. "I think she was."

Maggie brought them their meals. "You two enjoy your dinner. Make sure you leave room for dessert." She said smiling. Her double meaning not lost on either of them.

Sandy waited for Maggie to walk away before saying anything. "So, are you going to leave room for dessert?" She asked smiling.

Brandon laughed. "I always have room for dessert. And I'm going to have all the dessert I want when we get back to the cabin. Why? Are you thinking about having Maggie join us?" He couldn't believe she was considering it.

Sandy looked down as she cut up her meatloaf. "Maybe." She said sheepishly. "Might be fun."

Brandon knew she was letting her sexual arousal cloud her thinking. "Have you ever been with another woman and man at the same time?"

Sandy looked at him for a second, wondering if she should confess something she'd never told anyone else before. "When I was in college I had a sorority sister that I got real close to. We had some fun times together."

"Oh? How much fun?" Brandon was hoping to get some juicy details.

Sandy wasn't going to bite. "As much fun as two horny college girls can have."

"So, you'd be ok with watching her go down on me, or me fuck her, or the two of us kissing?"

Sandy put a forkful of meatloaf in her mouth as she thought about his question. "I don't know. I'll have to think about that one."

"Think it through. I don't want you agreeing to something and then regretting it later." The thought of a threesome with Maggie intrigued Brandon. But not at the expense of messing things up with Sandy. She was all he really wanted.

Sandy smiled to herself as she thought about it. 'I think it's time to have a long talk with Maggie.' She thought to herself. 'Might be a lot of fun.' Brandon had awakened a sexual hunger in her that had been lying dormant for years. She'd thrown her life into her career after her divorce, completely ignoring and even suppressing her sexual needs. He'd opened her eyes again to all the fun and excitement sex could bring into her life. But more than that, he'd opened her eyes to the intimacy they could share together. The deeper their intimacy went, the more she wanted to explore with him and share with him.

"I want to make a couple pit-stops before we leave town. Stop by the liquor store and the sporting goods store." Brandon informed her as they were finishing their dinner. "I also want to make a call to Tony Ramos. I never got a chance to connect with him before we came up here." He pulled out the burner phone he'd purchased before driving north. "Matter of fact, let me do it now and get it over with."

"Why don't you run your errands and make your phone call. I'll just sit here and have a few more cups of coffee while you're doing that. You don't need me for those things. And just so you know, I know Tony. He was instrumental in the States case against Pavel Petrova. Tony's a good man.

It was a chilly fall night as Brandon stood outside the diner, calling Tony. He hadn't anticipated his call with Tony would last over thirty minutes. Tony was a talker.

Tony Ramos was the head of the Gang Task Force for the Chicago PD. He'd been going after the Russian crime syndicate in Chicago for years. He was never able to make anything stick until he finally got enough on Pavel to put him away for life. But Pavel intentionally went down alone, refusing to implicate his brother and mother in their crime business. He had been foolish enough to execute one of their enemies himself, not handing it off to one of his soldiers. When the body was found, Pavel's DNA was all over it. Tony's career was his life. It had cost him his marriage and his kids. He was among those countless others within law enforcement that brought the job home with them. Even when he was on vacation, he found himself thinking about certain cases that he couldn't let go of. His ex took it for so long then left him, taking the kids with him.

Tony gave Brandon the Readers Digest condensed version of all he had on the Russian mob in Chicago. It was agreed the two would get together as soon as Brandon and Sandy were back in town.

"Can we just go back to the cabin?" Sandy asked when Brandon shoved his phone back in his coat pocket. "I'm tired." She added as she stroked the inside of his thigh.

Brandon chuckle