“Looks like they’re pulling over. Permission to engage?” the voice asked.
“No. Just monitor for now. The timing needs to be right. Use the directional microphone and listen in.” the male voice directed through the crackling headset.
The figure leant back and grabbed a gun-shaped device and pointed it discretely over the steering wheel of their car, popping in an earbud and connecting it to the gadget.
“Listening in now.” they said.
Bree swung open the car door and Jake crossed the yard to survey the house; a small home surrounded by much larger houses. His first impression was immediately one of claustrophobia with such big homes stretching above the small house.
“We might as well give it a look.” Jake said dejectedly.
Bree, picking up on Jakes tone, looped her arm through his.
“Come on. Maybe it’s bigger than it looks.” she winked, patting him on his firm rump.
The two disappeared into the house, while their uninvited guest patiently awaited their return, listening in with their device.
Drew stood in the car park, taking a deep draw of his menthol flavoured cigarette. He exhaled in relief as Madam Shadow’s last words bounced around his head and he felt pleasurable movement in his loins as he realised that his dreams were now on track.
“I’ll send out some Indoctrinates to survey the site. Show them the plans and explain where to start. They are under direction to follow your instructions.” she explained.
Drew cracked a smile as he finished his cigarette and took out a small glass bottle. He squirted some ‘Intimately Beckham’ cologne into his hand and then distributed it around his neck and wrists to cover up the scent of tobacco.
A white minivan rolled into the vacant car space in front of Drew and three very serious looking men stepped out, dressed in white overalls and sporting construction hats in their hands. A logo adorned the side of their van and the backs of their overalls, a green sprout in a small pot of soil; Regrowth Construction.
“You are Drew?” the foreman asked.
“Yes. Our mutual friend sent you?” he replied.
“Yes. Madam asked that we come and see your site.” he robotically answered.
“Okay, follow me and I’ll show you the plans.” he said, leading them to the Winning Post Bar.
Drew effortlessly slid the roller door up and they entered, lowering it behind them. They stood perfectly still around the table as Drew presented them the plans, explaining the sequence of operations.
“So there’s two lifts on site, one right there-” he said poitning to the adjacent wall.
“And one that we walked past just outside.” he added, pointing outside the roller door they came in through.
The Indoctrinates silently listened as Drew looked at each of them, cleared his throat and then nervously continued.
“So those lifts need to be able to descend into the hallway that will cross underneath the finish line of the race track, the training tracks and into the empty space in the centre.” He explained.
The Indoctrinates nodded in unison at each point of explaination and Drew tugged his collar nervously.
“These guys. They’re so….strange.” he thought.
“Well that house was shit.” Bree scoffed as the pair crossed the lawn and stood beside her car.
“Yep. I guess you can read a book by it’s cover.” Jake laughed.
Bree giggled, holding her phone up and checking the next available house.
“Okay, the next house is at 43a Parkview Lane in Tuggeranong.” Bree said.
“43a Parkview Lane, Tuggeranong. Get there before them, scope the place out. You have permission to engage them once there. Do it quickly and make it look like an accident.” the voice instructed.
“Affirmative.” they answered.
The figure pressed the ignition on the dash and the engine kicked over. They pulled out from the curb, glancing at Jake and Bree as they passed by, making their way to the next house.
“Okay, well lets grab a bite to eat and then head on over.” Jake answered.
Bree smiled and sat in the drivers seat, firing up her Audi A7. It roared to life and the tyres squeeled as they peeled out to their next destination.
After a quick detour to grab some food, Bree and Jake arrived at 43a Parkview Lane, a small block of units, 43a being on the first floor. Jake glanced at the area around. Beautiful parks, gardens and lawn. To him, this place looked nice, if not a little on the small side once again.
“Alright, lets give it a look.” Bree excitedly said.
Jake nodded and the pair passed the ‘Open Home’ sign and approached the open door to a familiar face.
“Jake?” the voice called out from across the living room.
Jake glanced over to find none other, than Red.
“Red?” he asked, looking her up and down.
She was dressed in a white button up shirt with a red scarf and a sexy black skirt. Her firey red hair was tied up in a messy bun with what appeared to be a pen pushed through it and her patented light red lipstick adorned her lips.
“Red?” Bree thought.
“So that’s what you’ve taken to calling me.” she said, crossing the room and planting a kiss on his cheek while looking over his shoulder and eyeing Bree off.
Her scent lingered as she stepped back, Jake losing his breath momentarily as his heart fluttered and he had to work hard to keep his ramrod at bay.
“What are you doing here?” Jake asked.
“My job.” she laughed, holding her hands out to the side to show off her uniform.
Jake focussed on her outfit and she looked stunning. As she turned side to side playfully, Jake spied a glint of red lace between the buttons of her top, showing off a cheeky side boob, which Red knew his perceptive eye would not miss.
“I had no idea you were looking for a house.” she exclaimed.
Bree stepped forward.
“Well Jake just moved here, so I offered to help him find a place.” she explained.
Red glanced to Bree.
“Sorry, you are?” she asked, as passive aggressively as only a woman could manage.
“Sorry, Red, this is Bree. Bree, this is uh, Red, I guess.” he said.
“You can keep calling me that. I like it.” Red agreed.
Bree stepped forward and shook Red’s hand, feeling the impressively soft texture as she did. Bree’s heart raced as they made contact and she ran her eyes across Red, all the way from her supple lips, her perfect breasts and down to the well placed slit in her skirt. She was defintely a fine specimen and it piqued Bree’s curiosity. She always liked the thought of a flirtatious romp in the bedroom with another woman, even though she knew she could never go without a good dicking for too long.
“Well look, I’ll be honest with you. This place is nice, but I have just the place for you, you’ll love it Jake.” she explained.
Jake looked to Bree for input, noticing that she was biting her bottom lip in the same way she did when they first met, but this time staring at Red.
“Alright then. Could you show us?” he asked.
“Of course. It’s in Gungahlin. 19 Loverson Avenue. You go ahead and I’ll just lock up here. See you soon.” she explained, leaning in and softly kissing Jake on the cheek once, then twice before turning his face to hers and leaving a lasting impression on his lips.
She shot him a cheeky wink, turned on her heel and disappeared into the kitchen to shut up the back door.
Bree looked on, thoughts racing that she dare not repeat out loud for fear of judgment, and potentially even jail time.
“O-okay. Let’s go.” she said, leaving the house.
Drew rolled up the paper plans once more and slid them into the cylindrical holder, tucking it under his arm.
“So, you’ll start with the excavation, install the FOB receivers and then continue the excavation to the center of the track?” he asked.
The Indoctrinates all nodded in unison.
“Yes. Then we will excavate the bar. While it is being set up, another group will dig out a secret tunnel and lab from there. Then the second phase will commence.” the foreman explained.
Drew squeezed out a confident smirk.
“Gentlemen, this is great news. When will work commence?” he asked.
“Tonight. Inform your staff that in the coming weeks they will see many of us coming and going at all hours. I would suggest a cover story is in order to hide our real intent.” he replied.
“Sure, sure. I’ll just say it is around the clock work to avoid interfering with track work in the morning and afternoon. Chances are nobody will comment on it anyway.” Drew laughed as he escorted the men to their vans.
As they climbed into the van, one of the Indoctrinates removed a silenced pistol from under the overall and placed it in the glove compartment. Noticing Drew’s expression as he saw the pistol, he forced out a smile.
“Don’t worry. This was just a cautionary measure in case anyone stumbled onto the true nature of our discussion.” he said, shutting the door.
“Ah…right” Drew nervously said.
The van sputtered to life and reversed from it’s spot and then followed the road out of the premises. Drew, high on power once again, smiled, pulling another menthol cigarette from the silver case. He let out a chuckle to himself as he was filled with pride, knowing that his patience had finally begun to pay off.
“That’s right Drew, let it out. HAHAHA!” Steve laughed as he put his arm around Drew’s shoulder, a stogey in the other hand.
Drew winced as Steve joined him and forced out a small laugh.
“No that’s not it at all. You need to laugh like you mean it.” he said, boasting out another laugh.
He took a drag of his cigar and then happily exhaled.
“You know Drew, sometimes I come out here and just laugh at the sky. I like to think of it as an act of power, like I’m laughing at the universe you know? Like I’m in charge of my own destiny and it got me to where I am.” he explained.
“Yeah I d-”
“You don’t like that? Forget it. See that bird over there?” he said, pointing to a distant tree.
“Y…yeah?”
“Laugh at it. Ha! Stupid bird, you don’t make six figures a year! You don’t get around in the latest sports car! You have to use your wings and fly, like a chump!” he shouted.
Drew laughed uncomfortably, trying to move away from Steve, but his grip wouldn’t allow it.
“Don’t like that one? You a religious guy? Satan worshipper?”
“Uh, no, I-”
“Satan…..Satan. Satin….shit! I need to buy new bedsheets. My wife is going to kill me.” Steve exclaimed rushing to his car, stopping just short of getting inside.
“Drew, there’s a hooker passed out in my office, well she was when I left the room. She did some nose candy if you catch my drift.” he said, pressing one finger to the side of his nose.
“Can you sort that out? I haven’t paid her yet so take her for a spin if she’s awake, or while she’s asleep if that’s your thing, I’m not one to judge. Thanks!” he said, jumping in his car before Drew could answer and peeling out of the car park.
Drew sighed and made his way back into the office to clean up Steve’s mess.
Jake and Bree exited their car out the front of the next address. Not too far behind, Red pulled up and exited her car, wearing a devilsh grin.
“Let’s go in.” she said, unlocking the door and gesturing Jake to enter.
Bree followed behind before feeling a tight grip around her arm. She stopped in her tracks and looked back at Red, who pressed a finger to Bree’s lips, hushing her.
“You should check out the bedroom Jake! It’s fully furnished.” she called out, then leaning in and whispering in Bree’s ear.
“Follow my lead and everything will be fine” she said, her warm breath sending chills down Bree’s spine.
“O-o-okay.” she stammered out.
Jake investigated the bedroom as instructed. A sized circular bed sat in the middle of the large, eastern facing room. A large walk in wardrobe lined the far wall and a fully equipped ensuite adjacent the bed. As Jake inspected the smoothness with which the sliding doors opened and closed, Red entered the room with Bree in front of her. Bree turned to face Red and Jake, but before she could say a word, Red pushed her onto the bed. Jake’s eyes widened at the sudden impact of the scene before him and with no chance of reaction, he witnessws Red climb on top of Bree and begin kissing her.
“What in the….” Jake said.
“Mmmmm shut up and enjoy it.” Red said.
Red traced her fingers down Bree’s shirt, flicking open every button as she went and released Bree’s generously proportioned breasts that were now only being contained by a modest, white bra. As Red leant over Bree, Jake caught an astounding view of her lacey red g-string, just barely containing her beef curtains. Despite all his self control, Jake’s penis had a mind of it’s own, opting to show it’s prescence by substantially growing.
Red unbuttoned her white top and slipped from her skirt with ease, spinning around on top of Bree and planting her sweet smelling pussy in her face. She slid of Bree’s pants and leant down, prying aside her panties and softly licking her hungry muff. As she traced her tongue around Bree’s clitorus, she looked up at Jake playfully and raised her eyebrows, gesturing for him to approach. He cautiously crossed the room, losing his pants and underwear along the way. Red took Jake’s erect penis in one hand and begin to tug away at it as her tongue plunged Bree’s watery depths.
Bree moaned in ecstasy while planting her mouth across Red’s immaculate vagina and penetrated her with her tongue with pinpoint precision each time. Red returned the favour and the moans filled the air as Jake ran his hands through Red’s gorgeous locks.
Red stopped, hopped off of Bree and lay on her back.
“Go to town Bree.” she ordered.
“Only if Jake rails me while I do.” she replied.
“I consent.” Jake nodded, stepping in behind Bree.
Bree, on her knees, leant forward and parted Red’s welcoming legs and began licking up her soft inner thigh, making her last stop at her appetising flaps. She worked her way around the perimeter with her tongue like a special agent scoping out the bondary before infiltrating the enemy line, all while circling a finger around her anus.
Jake rubbed his penis around Bree’s buttocks, teasing her a little as she let out an impatient whimper. She had finally decided enough was enough and backed up hard, plunging his throbbing member deep inside her. She squealed in excitement into Red’s vagina, who reciprocated with a squeal of her own as Bree penetrated her back passage with her finger and worked her juices into the corny depths. The trio went to town on each other for around ten minutes, when, without warning, the bedroom door burst open.
“Stop where you are!” a voice called out.
The sexy display stopped immediately and Jake unsheathed his penis from Bree, spinning around and flicking the viscous juices across the floor. Standing before him was a man in a bowler cap with a scappy beard, a snake tattoo on his right arm and a knife in his presumably dominant, left hand. Bree and Red clambered back on the bed, covering their nudity with the bedsheet.
“Stay right where you are.” the man ordered, stepping towards Jake.
Jake takes a defensive stance, recalling his training atop the summet of Mount Fuji and centering himself. The thug grinned at Jake’s stance.
“Gonna king fu me are ya? That’s alright. Orders are to kill you both and any witnesses. Have it your way.” he said, stabbing his blade towards Jake’s chest.
With surprising speed, Jake sidestepped the attack and brought down a firm striking chop across the forearm of the thug, forcing his hand to open and drop the knife to the floor. The man spun towards Jake in rage, a reaction that Jake had anticipated. He swiftly sprung into the air and engaged a spin kick toward the top of the mans head. The thug reflexsively ducked, losing his hat to the kick, but he didn’t see the second kick coming in the form of a fully erect, loaded penis. It connected with a crack, twisting his head to the side and ejecting him across the room. He landed with a crack, head against the wall. Jake disengaged and rushed to the body, rolling it over. His neck had snapped on impact and the lifeless corpse now lay on the floor.
“Is he?” Red asked.
Jake nodded
“Yes.” Jake said pressing two fingers to the deceased man’s neck.
“He’s a hitman” he continued.
Bree sobbed and Red cupped her boobs in support, resting her chin on her shoulder. Jake inspected the body, but he was carrying nothing other than the knife. As he scanned up the body he spotted an earpiece that was chattering away. Jake picked it up and put it to his ear.
“Snake? Snaaaaaaaaaaaaaake!” the male voice called out.
“Hello?” Jake said.
“Oh shit! He’s been compromised!” they said.
The earpiece fizzled and fell apart in Jake’s hand, falling to the floor. He turned to the beauties on his bed and stood up.
“Are you both okay?” he asked.
They both nodded in agreement and dressed each other before leaving the bed. Jake slipped his pants back on looked to Red.
“So, how much is this place a week.” he asked.
“Haha, we can talk about that later. Let’s deal with this first, but, I’ll organise a special discount for you.” she winked.
“Okay, so Red. Do I get to know your real name now?” he asked.
She smiled.
“I don’t know. I kinda like Red. I also like to keep you guessing.” she grinned, wrapping her arms around Jake’s shoulders and kissing him softly on the lips.
The sun began it’s descent to the West, as it is known to do. Drew kicked back in his office, the rest of the staff gone. He observed the security footage; white vans rolled into the carpark and dozens of Indoctrinates unpacked their tools, working with hivemind efficiency. He picked up his desk phone and dialled a phone number.
South of Canberra, a man sat in his office, his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes in his palms. His office door quietly opened and a frail old lady entered, clutching a cup of tea with her boney fingers.
“Mr Haskill? Phone call for you on line one. Drew from Capital Racing Club.” she said.
Haskill looks up at the door and waves her off as he retrieves the handset.
“Hi Haskill, how are you this afternoon?” Drew asked.
“Skip the formalities. What do you want Drew?” he replied.
Drew chuckled and took a sip of his mojito that he prepared while on hold.
“Oh you have nothing I need my friend. This is just a courtesy call to let you know we’ve got something in the works. Keep an eye on the headlines Haskill.” Drew explained.
Haskill gripped the phone tightly.
“I won’t need to watch the headlines you little….”
“Oh that’s right. You’ve had your little spies digging around and tailing us for a while now. Tell me, what did they find out hmmm?” Drew interjected.
Haskill stammered, clearing his throat but unable to form any words.
“Just as I thought. You’re a relic Haskill. You can’t hang with the big boys, and before you know it, your little club will be wiped off the map.” Drew threated before hanging up the phone.
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