There wasn’t much of the movie left after we finished our fun. So we decided to just ditch it. We walked down the dimly lit stairs to the exit door of the theater. Nora, blushing violently red, still had vestiges of my love on her face.
She kept her head down and walked behind me. There weren’t many people in the lobby. Maybe three or four groups standing about, waiting on their movie.
Nora did her best to not be seen, I smiled. We walked past a group, two older ladies, they gave us a weird look but didn’t say anything. I felt her hand clasp mine like she didn’t want to be alone.
I held her hand and we got out of the theater. There was a line beginning to form at the entrance. That cute bored-looking girl was doing her job dutifully. She saw us leave, and she let out a little sly smile.
I smiled back at her and we started to walk back to the car.
“I can’t believe this.” I can barely hear her, she’s whispering.
“What was that?” I ask.
She looks up, globs of cum still stuck to her. “I can’t believe this.”
“Believe what?” I ask, nonchalantly.
“Just, it’s crazy no one said anything.”
“Did you want them to?”
She stops in her tracks. “I guess, maybe I did.”
I feel myself laugh. “Why’s that?”
“I’m so used to people gawking at me, it’s weird for them to just ignore me.”
“Well, do you hate it?”
“No, I…I want more of it. I want to be able to walk outside without people trying to make deals, or ask me questions. It felt nice to just, be out and about.”
“Even with the extra little, makeup?”
“Especially with this. Something about it, I love it.”
“Good to know, good, to, know.” We made it to the car. I handed her a napkin. “Here, before we get in”
She nodded and wiped what she could off of her face. There was still some that dried out, but it was mostly gone.
“Thanks, god knows what Callen would say.” I opened the back door and let her in. I walked around to the other side and let myself in. Callen was still in the driver’s seat.
“How was the movie?” He asked in his gruff, cut voice.
“It was fine, Callen,” Nora said. “Let’s get back to the hotel.”
He nodded and began to drive home. The drive was uneventful.
“Miss Nora,” Callen began. “You had a call while you were away. The Freeport’s.”
Nora groaned and sank into the car seat. “What do those money-hungry leeches want?”
“Said it was confidential, they want to meet.”
“Course they do.” She sat back up, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I’ll talk to them, fuck.”
“Who’s the Freeport’s?” I asked.
“Twins, they own my main competition, Freeport Association of Security Solutions. Been a pain in my ass for years.”
“Why so?”
“Name it. Money, workers, anything I got they want it. It sucks.”
“Sounds like.”
“It’d be fine if they weren’t so shady about everything. I can handle a bull looking me down, but not two snakes in the grass.” She let out a huff.
I put a hand on her shoulder and gave it a rub. “Well, why give them the time of day?”
“I wish I could. But it’s easier just to appease them.”
“Alright, you want me there with you?”
“I’d rather you not, but I have a sneaking feeling I won’t get a choice in the matter.”
“Why’s that?”
“The twins have a nasty habit of trying to catch me off guard, so chances are, they’re at the apartment right now.”
“How can you be sure?”
She laughed. “They’ve done it before.”
Huh, that’s unnerving.
The rest of the drive was in silence. Thick silence, the kind that Deafens every other sound in the vicinity. We eventually made it back to the back of the hotel, it was dusk by now.
I got out of the limo and did the gentlemanly thing and opened Nora’s door for her. She gave me a nod and we began to walk towards the service elevator that led to the penthouse. She wouldn’t say a word to me, she just stared ahead, her brown eyes nearly burning a hole through the wall.
The elevator stopped at our floor with a loud ‘ting’ and the doors opened.
She was right, two people stood in front of us.
Two gorgeous women.
They were twins, the only difference? The color schemes. The one on the right wore a crimson red suit with a deep maroon tie and a white undershirt. The one on the left wore a sparkling white suit and tie, with a crimson red undershirt.
In terms of looks, they were a knockout. They both wore their hair down, letting it fall off of their shoulders. They had piercing blue eyes, but the iris looked like a fractured mosaic rather than normal. Their faces were all perfectly curated angles, they were so perfect they looked lab-grown.
Also, they were tall. Easily six and a half feet tall, even in their black and red stilettos. Speaking of their bodies, holy shit. They were like supermodels. Curvy where they needed to be with Long legs and arms.
“Hmm, stare any longer and you’ll start drooling sweetie,” Red said. Her voice had that corporate clip to it. Professional and curt.
“He’s a young man, let him enjoy,” White said. Her voice was very much the same, just a little slower, more sultry.
The way they looked at me, I felt vulnerable, like a sheep being stalked by a pair of starving wolves. Suddenly, their striking eyes felt cold.
“It’s good to see you too,” Nora said. I was so thankful for her, I felt paralyzed. “So glad you broke in.”
“Well, Miss Quintel. We knew this is the only way you’ll see us.” Said White
“Besides, we have urgent matters to discuss.” Said Red.
“I’m sure, it’s always urgent with you two.”
“We just wish to discuss the contract you have yet to give us a decision on.” Said Red
“Yes, the Militech contract.” Said, White.
“The answer is still the same as it was a week ago, I don’t want a part in that. You two and Jameson can go play soldier all you want. I’m not sending resources I don’t have anywhere I don’t want to.”
“Fine.” They both spoke in unison. The harmony felt wrong.
“But please reconsider. There’s a lot of money to be made over there.” Said Red.
“Yes, quite a lot.” Said, White.
Nora got angry. “I’m not sending good people to die in a cold wasteland. I’m not taking any of your blood money.”
The two nodded. “As you wish.” They said in harmony.
Red looked at me. “Who’s this Miss Quintel?”
“A new boy toy?” Said, White.
“Don’t fucking think about it.” Nora shot back.
The twins smiled. “It’s time we took our leave.” Said, White.
“Yes, we will see you later, Quintel.” Said Red.
The two marched past us, each step echoing off of the hard linoleum. As they passed I swear the temperature dropped twenty degrees.
They got in the elevator and went down. I and Nora sat in uneasy silence for a while.
“Stupid bitches.” Nora said. She was shaking.
Instincts took over and I brought her into a hug. She didn’t protest. She just laid her head on my shoulder.
“What was that all about?” I asked.
“Later. God knows what they did to the apartment.”
“What?”
“Last time they paid me a visit, I found about a dozen microphones planted around.”
“Isn’t that illegal?”
She just laughed, pulling herself from the hug. “When you have the amount of dosh they have, and their lawyers, illegal is merely a suggestion.”
“That’s fucking scary.”
“You’re telling me. I’ll call Callen and his team to do a sweep.”
As if on cue the elevator beeped and four guys, including Callen, exited the elevator. Each of them was a huge muscular man in black suits.
“Thank god,” said Nora.
“That was fast,” I said.
Callen actually smiled, I didn’t think it was possible. “Team, do a full sweep. You know what to do.” They all nodded and began going through the apartment.
Callen walked up to Nora. “You alright ma’am.?”
“Yea, just, you know how they are.”
“Course, that’s why I already got my guys on standby.”
‘You’re the best.”
“That’s why you hired me right? Was it about Militech?”
“Yep.”
“‘Kay. Well, talk later. How’d your boyfriend fair?”
“Like most people do meeting them.”
“Completely froze?”
“Yep.”
He turned to me. “Nothing to be ashamed of.” He was oddly kind. “Same happened with me.”
I felt my body relax a little. “Bull shit. You could crush them.”
“Yea, but that aura they give off? They aren’t normal.”
“No shit.” Nora pipped up.
“It felt like I was gonna get my throat ripped out.”
“Yea, if Nora wasn’t here you probably would have.”
“Shit.”
“Yep, one day you should let me teach you how to deal with them.”
“Deal,” I said without hesitation.
He nodded and went into the apartment proper. There was a bench outside of the elevator, and we both took seats.
I wanted to talk, but my voice wouldn’t come out. Nora stayed quiet too. She just stared at the wall and breathed.
After about an hour and a half, Callen came back to us. “We did a sweep, found four mics and three cameras. Got rid of them.” He looked down at me. “Got a present for you.” He produced a small crimson envelope. “Got your name on it.”
I took it. Yep, my whole name was written out on the envelope. It felt weighty.
“I don’t make a habit of going through people’s mail, but if that’s from the Freeports be careful. I’d burn it.”
I nodded and set it down. “Thanks.”
He nodded back. “Nora,” she looked surprised. “Be safe, okay?”
She nodded, “I will Callen.”
He smiled at her. He made a loud whistle and his small army rounded up. They all crammed in the elevator. The doors closed and then there were two.
The air was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
“Well, that’s that then.” She spoke up.
“They really shook us up huh?” I responded, my voice sounded hollow.
“Yea, it’s what they’re good at.”
“So who exactly are they?”
“Rachel and Whitney Freeport. Heirs to the Freeport security company.” She spoke. “Their father, Blake Freeport, was a genius in our game. He died mysteriously about ten years ago. Those two? I’m almost certain they did it.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Just, gut feeling. Anyway. They’ve been leading the company since then, just sixteen, and took the CEO position.”
“That can’t be right, they would be too young.”
“That’s what you think, I’ll give them this. They’re shrewd, strong, and know-how to get what they want.”
“They seem, too perfect.”
“That’s what everyone says. They’ve had to have some reconstructive surgery. No one looks like that.”
“What’s up with their eyes?”
“Ocular Synechiae. Rare mutation where the iris appears shattered.”
“You know a lot about them.”
“And they know a helluva lot more about me.”
“Jesus.”
“Yep, scary fuckers.”
“Not to press, but what’s Millitech?”
“In simplest words? Something super fucked up.”
“How so?”
“Well, there’s one more huge player in the private security game. Jameson Militarized Security Force. Heavy hitters. The twins and he want to band together with me to create a proxy company called Millitech. Then, send that company to various parts of the world to do their thing. Then, the governments of those countries hire us to deal with them.”
“So you’d be going to war with your own men?”
“Yep, lotta lives lost.”
“That seems, wrong. And illegal.”
She shrugged. “It’s the game we play.”
“Scary game.”
“You’re telling me.”
She looked so small. I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her in closer. She accepted and laid her head on my shoulder.
Somehow we fell asleep.
Dreams are a weird thing. Lights, colors, and sounds moving at light speed all around me. I found myself sitting in a dark room behind a desk. The only light coming from a large window behind me. The light was deep and crimson. I stood and turned to look outside. Outside was the dark silhouette of a city, but normally straight lines were replaced with violent curves and jagged lines.
A door opened behind me. I turned to see a shadowy figure. It was a woman. She spoke in a language I didn’t know. She laid something on the desk and left.
I walked over and picked up a vanilla envelope. I dumped its contents out.
Cash, green notes from around the world. I smiled.
I woke up in my new bed. Thirsty as hell. I sat up. The window outside of my room was dark. What time was it?
I swung out of bed and got up.
My body protested, my stomach turned with the effort. I shook it away and walked out of the room. The whole apartment was completely darkened. I took tentative steps down the hallway towards the kitchen.
It was cold. My breath formed in crystal smoke. I made it to the kitchen and opened the stainless steel fridge. The cold air hit me hard. I looked around for anything to drink. Luckily there were a few bottles of water.
I grabbed two, I opened and chugged the first. I threw it in the trash and opened the second. Coldwater was as close to drugs as I’ve ever been.
I closed the fridge and turned around.
Callen was on the sofa, staring at me.
“Hey,” I spoke. My voice was coarse.
He nodded. “Mind if I talk to you for a sec?”
I shrugged and walked over, taking a seat on the love seat. “Yea, what’s up?”
He looked me in the eyes, he looked tired. “So, what’s your story?” His voice was strained.
“Not too much to tell to be honest. Came from a small town around here, met a girl, moved to New York. Met Nora, now I’m here.”
“That’s what I figured. I just want to make sure she’s safe.”
“Well, how’d you two meet?”
He leaned back, relaxing a bit. “She was a young dumb kid. Met her working as a bouncer at a nightclub.”
“Huh, how do you go from bouncer to private bodyguard?”
“Some guy was harassing her. I did my job. A few years later I get a call from her office. Ever since then I’ve been here.”
“Huh.”
“Yep, got one more question for you.”
“Shoot.”
“What was on that letter from the twins?”
Oh yea, I completely forgot about that. “I didn’t open it. Here, let me go get it.”
I got up and went to my room, on my bedside table was the crimson note. I grabbed it and headed back to the living room. I sat down on the couch next to Callen.
“You don’t have to show me.”
I shrugged. “Probably be better if you knew.”
He nodded and I opened the letter. The paper inside was thick. I pulled it out. The first thing I noticed was the gold inlay all around the edges. the typeface was fancy and handwritten, calligraphy.
I began to read with Callen reading as well.
‘Dearest Grant.
We wish to extend an invite to you, an invite to a working relationship between you and us. It’s simple, we know about your relationship with Miss Quintel.
Every little detail.
We would like for you to help us keep tabs on her and her business personnel. In return, we will offer financial compensation and access to other services. In the envelope, you will find an extra gift, if you wish to work with us, please call the attached number.
Rachel & Whitney Freeport.
Freeport LLC.’
Sure enough inside was a stack of cash. I took it out and counted it. Two thousand dollars.
“Holy shit.”
“Yep, that sounds about right.”
“What do I do with this cash?”
He shrugged. “Personally? Throw it all away.”
I thought about it. It made sense. There was a business card in the envelope too. I put the paper and the money inside. I handed it to Callen.
He raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”
“Yea, I don’t need it.”
“Good choice kid.” He stuck the envelope in his suit jacket. “Those two, if you took the money, they’d never let you go.”
“Scary bitches.”
“Yep. You drink?”
“Not often.”
He grabbed a bottle from under the table. Scotch whiskey, expensive.
“That I will though.”
He laughed a little. “Yep.”
Me and Callen spent a few hours drinking and shooting the shit. He was a good guy.
(The Freeport Security private jet.)
(Characters depicted are NOT related by blood, even if stated otherwise.)
Whitney and Rachel sit on the couch on the side of the plane.
“Well, that went as well as expected.” Rachel said. “She isn’t willing to help us.”
“Of course she isn’t.” Said Whitney. “She’s too young to understand what we’re doing.”
“That young guy, Grant, maybe he can convince her.”
“Maybe, maybe. Hopefully, the bribe works.”
“He’d be stupid not to.”
“A young buck like that, how’d she get him?”
“Met him at an airport. She paid to have everyone’s seat upgraded to first-class just so she could be alone with him.”
“Wow, must really like him.”
“Apparently. The two are like rabbits, they fuck every chance they get.”
“Lucky gal.”
The two girls got closer. “Well, watching all that CC footage of those two has gotten me all hot and bothered.”
Whitney smiled, flashing brilliant white teeth.
They leaned into each other, pressing their lips together in a soft kiss. The twins have done this many times before, enveloping each other in carnal desire.
Whitney pulled Rachel onto her, straddling her lap. The two kissed each other deeply, their tongues wrestling with each other. Rachel grabbed Whitney’s head, forcing her deeper into the kiss.
The two were in a frenzy of lust. Clothes flew across the cabin until Rachel sat completely naked on the couch.
“Fuck I’ve needed this.” Rachel opened her legs, revealing her sweet honeypot.
Whitney went to work at once. She got on her knees and dove headfirst to her sweetness.
Whitney knew what her sister liked, she ran her tongue up and down her folds, paying special attention to her right side.
“Fuck.” Rachel breathed. “Right there. Suck on my clit.”
She obliged. Wrapping her lips on her sister’s tiny red bud. Rachel moaned loud feeling the sensation. Whitney didn’t let up, she took her long perfectly manicured finger and teased her wet fuck-hole.
Rachel grabbed her by her hair and forced her deeper into her sex. Whitney, again obliged, tongue fucking her at a rapid pace.
“Don’t just tease me down there. Stick it in.”
Whitney did as she asked. She forced her index finger inside her tight hole. Rachel let out a loud moan. She pumped her finger inside her slowly, in and out while she kept sucking on her clit.
Rachel felt herself getting closer to the edge, being strung along by Whitney’s efforts. Whitney knew this, so she decided to really turn up the heat.
She added another finger to her and began to do her favorite motion. She moved them up and down in alternating motions, like a man running. She swirled her tongue in rapid circles on her sensitive bud.
Rachel let out another guttural moan. “Fuck, just like that. Don’t stop, please please please don’t stop.”
Whitney obeyed like the good sister she was. She redoubled her efforts, moving at an even faster pace. Her tongue was a blur moving fast on her sister.
She got wetter. Her tight hole got tighter. Her breathing quickened.
“Oh fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop. I’m so fucking close. Make me come. Let me paint your face in my cunt juices. Fuck, I’m gonna come.” Her breathing became ragged. She let out a final sigh as she came. Blasting a wave of liquid in her sister’s face. Covering her in liquid.
“Oh, fuck. I fucking needed that.”
Whitney stood up and unbuckled her belt holding her suit pants up. They fell to reveal Whitney’s secret.
She had a cock locked away in a tiny pink metal cage.
“I know. You deserve a reward. Give me a minute and I’ll unlock you and you can eat me out again and get yourself off. Okay?”
Whitney just nodded.
“Good girl.” Rachel purred.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/plx4ji/mile_high_club_pt5