July 24

What is The Merc Series?

In my debut novel, Red Diamond, the foundation is laid for a world filled with mercenaries, assassins, spies, arms dealers, patriots, corporations, corrupt politicians, and powerful schemers. Red Diamond introduces us to Nick Walker and his mercenary team. A prodigy at what he does, Nick plays a big role in The Merc Series, but his is not the only story to tell. There is no vacuum in The Merc Series, characters move in and out of the picture, their actions, whether known or not, have effects on others. Sometimes that creates conflicts between rival mercenaries or assassins and resolving those conflicts is what The Merc Series sets out to show. This blog is to be the home where you can read about some of those conflicts and also get more insight into the world and characters that populate The Merc Series.

 

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July 24

Hallway Hook Up

A MERC SERIES SHORT STORY

The following is rated M for Mature. Adult Content.

 

“Explain to me why you choose to live on the fifth floor again?” Twenty-nine-year-old Michelle Trilling asked as she stopped at the door to the fourth floor.

It was the first floor she had seen with any lights on. She could hear TV blaring and someone bellow ‘touchdown’ even though the hall door was closed and none of the apartment doors were open.

“It’s good exercise,” her date replied.

Michelle knew him as Nick Summers, a laid-back martial arts instructor who failed to become a US Army Ranger. His real name was in fact Nick Walker, and his real occupation is that of a mercenary. He’s considered to be a prodigy when it comes to killing. He was thought to have been killed years ago by the same assassins that had killed his mercenary parents.

Michelle knew none of this, but was smart enough to know he has secrets and was most likely using an alias. Especially after seeing him fight on several occasions.

The only daughter of a former US Navy Admiral, Michelle had been trained by former Navy SEALs and she knew good fighting skills when she saw them and Nick’s weren’t good, they were great.

Despite the secrets, Michelle couldn’t deny one simple fact. She was falling for him. They had met this past summer and became friends. Only in the last couple months though did they start seeing each other. And then only in a causal sense. Neither was exclusive to the other. She was due to fly out for Hawaii in two days to spend Thanksgiving at home and Nick had offered to take her out one more time before she had to leave.

“All that dancing and bull riding wasn’t enough for you?” Michelle asked as she walked past Nick, who held the door to the fifth floor open for her.

Michelle stepped into the hallway, the wooden floor creaking even under her petite frame. Had she been paying attention she would have notice that Nick made no noise behind her as he walked.

“The dancing was fantastic. Especially when you’re wearing these,” Nick whispered into her ear from behind while his hand ran across her butt and the black leather pants she wore.

“Oh, you like that do you?” Michelle said over her shoulder.

“I do. You know what I would like to know though?”

“What?” Michelle asked and backed up against the wall right next to the door to Nick’s apartment.

Nick stood in front of her, his hand on the wall by her left ear. Even with the 3inch heels on her black leather ankle boots to boost her 5’4 height, Nick still stood a good six inches over.

“How’d you stay on the bull so long?”

“I’m a half-Hawaiian surfer girl remember? It’s all about balance.”

“So want you’re saying is, you’re a hard girl to buck off.”

“Maybe. You think you can buck me off?”

“I don’t know. I could try,” he said and ran his hand through her long dark hair. It was still a bit damp from sweat. It was fairly warm for November and the place had their heat on high.

“You could, could you?”

“Lets say I did. Would you tell were you learned to sing like that?” Nick asked referring to the karaoke clinic Michelle had put on. She had brought the place to a standing ovation after her performance of ‘I Hope It Rains’

“Why do you want to know that?” Michelle asked curiously.

“I didn’t know you could sing. And sing amazingly at that.”

Michelle blushed a bit. “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me,” she said slyly.

“Oh? The Admiral’s little girl has secrets does she?” Nick joked and went in for a kiss. Michelle moved and Nick got her neck instead.

“Oh yeah. Lots of secrets, but you’ll never get any of them out of me.”

Nick kissed on her neck and said, “Is that a fact?”

“You’re welcome to try, if you want.” Michelle teased.

“I just may,” he replied and began working his way around her neck. Michelle’s body all a tingle as he did.

It was then that his phone buzzed.

“That’s like the sixth time since we left The Roadhouse,” Michelle said with a pout.

“I know. I’m sorry. I thought I could ignore it. Let me just take care of this real quick.”

Nick pulled his cell out of his jeans. The red button shirt he wore, coming untucked when he did.

He took a few steps away from her and turned his back to look at the phone. Michelle watched as he replied to a text. A smile slowly spreading across her face as she slipped off her leather jacket. She stood there, up against the wall, in her black leather pants and a small royal blue t-shirt that left her midriff exposed.

Nick turned back around, his phone held up for her to see he had shut it off.

“No more interruptions, I promise.”

Michelle smiled coyly at him. Nick walked back over to her. He was about to speak when she held up two fingers to his lips. She pressed gently against them and he opened his mouth for her to slide them in.

He could taste her on them.

She looked up at him, into his big blue eyes. Her brown eyes wide, her face unable to hide the vulnerability she had just put herself in, as she waited nervously for his reaction.

Fortunately he didn’t disappoint, as he cleaned them off.

Michelle pulled them out and slid them back down inside the black leather pants, down the small black thong she wore. She continued on until they were back inside her. Nick watched as her hand went to work. She smiled at him, her free hand touching the side of his smooth face before clawing at his button shirt. Seconds later it was on the floor, on top of her discarded jacket.

He watched her lick her lips reflectively as she touched his muscular chest. Her hand stroked his six-pack before he moved in closer to her and kissed her on the cheek. His strong hands slid under her t-shirt and took control of her tiny waist, his thumbs stroking her midriff.

Michelle pulled her fingers back out and this time his mouth was open and ready for them. Her eyes flickered in enjoyment as he sucked them clean and gave her a smile as he did. The whole time his hands still moving around her waist and lower back area.

She smiled and back down her pants went her hand. Nick began kissing on her neck again. Rotating between both sides, his left hand finally coming off her back and getting to her right breast.

Her nipples harden in anticipation. She let out a moan as his fingers stroked her nipple through the lacy material that made up her bra. He repeated the technique to her left breast, getting another moan from her. He removed her breast from the cup of her lacy black bra and gave it a squeeze.

She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his hand on her. She started to remove her fingers again but found them trapped inside her. She opened her eyes and found Nick even closer, his hand no longer on her breast but now inside her pants, inside her thong, and on her pussy.

He kept his hand on top of hers. She stared at him and he nodded. She started to finger herself with faster strokes, Nick’s hand serving to only guide her as she pleasured herself.

He raised her shirt with his free hand and Michelle tucked it under her chin to keep if from falling down. His mouth found her exposed breast and began kissing it slowly, his tongue flicking across her hard nipple on each pass.

He had just affixed his mouth to it when he could hear and feel her breathing pick up and the moans escaping her lips. Her hand worked faster under his until she stopped suddenly. He held her in place with his as she climaxed, feeling her body pulse in ecstasy.

Nick pulled back his mouth as Michelle gasped for breath. She looked up at him, her brown eyes filled with a sudden glazed look to them.

He pulled out his hand then kneeled down in front of her. He unzipped her boots first, pulling them off slowly as she tried to catch her breath. Her pants were next, sliding them slowly down her well developed legs, honed by years of swimming and surfing. The black thong was next to go.

Her hand was the only thing that remained.

Michelle spread her legs apart a bit more before taking her hand off her pussy and giving him a good look at the results of last weeks Brazilian.

“You like that,” she breathed and trailed a finger down her pussy then touched herself again, letting each finger get wet before holding her whole hand out for him.

He slowly cleaned off each finger, savoring the taste of her in his mouth.

“It’s very nice. You up for some more?”

“It’ll take more than that for me to talk,” she said even as he could see her quiver in anticipation for what would come next.

“Okay then.”

Nick stood up and spun her around, pressing her up against the wall. He reached up and unhooked her bra on the first try and tossed it onto the hallway floor.

“Forgetting something?” Michelle teased as his right hand went under her t-shirt and groped her breasts from behind.

“You can keep that for a little longer,” he whispered into her ear as his hand worked across both her breasts, his finger tips brushing across her still hard but sensitive nipples, before giving them each a pull at the same time.

Michelle moaned in enjoyment as he played with her breasts. The strong hands that held her not minutes ago now as soft as can be.

Michelle was so caught up in his caressing that she hadn’t noticed Nick’s left hand had been working down her back, down her waist, down her crack, where he slipped two fingers into her pussy from behind. She let out a loud moan as they found her clit instantly and went to work.

Nick removed his hand from Michelle’s breasts and she flatted out against the wall, her ass sticking out as Nick continued to stroke her from behind with one hand while the other stayed on her waist.

Michelle didn’t stay that way for long.

“Ahhh!” She moaned as she came again, this time in Nick’s hand.

“Stop,” she managed to gasp.

Nick did and wiped his soaked hand on the side of his jeans before opening the door to his place. Michelle eyed him helplessly as he undid his jeans and kicked them off into the hallway before scooping her up into his arms like she was nothing and carried her to his bedroom.

He laid her on the end of his bed and finally removed her shirt. Even this time of year her body had a nice natural tan to it. He backed up to remove his black boxer briefs and pointed at the nightstand. Michelle smiled and shook her head before rolling and crawled on all fours toward a pillow.

She didn’t get far as Nick was quickly on the bed. She gasped as she felt him penetrate her from behind, her pussy too wet to offer any real resistance to him and he started thrusting.

“Ahhh,” she moaned.

Michelle didn’t stop moaning. She got louder with each thrust. When she started to slump forward, Nick slid out of her. He took hold of her hair and gently pulled her toward his face.

“Ready to talk now?” he teased.

“That the best you got,” she somehow managed to gasp.

Nick let go of her hair and Michelle collapsed face down into a pillow. He moved back behind her and lifted her ass up back up with no trouble. Her body was his to do with as he pleased now. He slid back into her pussy easily. And went to work on her. Pushing deeper into her with each thrust.

Michelle grabbed the sheets with each hand, her moans muffled by the pillow. Nick gave her several more deep penetrating thrusts, holding the last one in a bit as he squeezed her firm petite ass with both hands.

He pulled out, soaked in her juices, his load unspent. His erection was still holding but it didn’t matter at this point as Michelle was too wet and too exhausted to try any other position.

He moved back up toward her. Michelle let out several deep breathes and turned her head to look at him.

“So, what was it you wanted to know…” she said and closed her eyes.

Nick smiled and pulled the sheet up to cover her.

He walked naked to the hallway to gather their clothes. One of the benefits of secretly owning the whole building was he didn’t have to worry about random people being about.

He powered on his phone. He had gotten another four texts since shutting it off. Only one needed an immediate response.

He looked back into his bedroom. Michelle remained in the same spot. He wanted to be able to crawl in bed next to her and listen to her breathe. To trail his finger across her gorgeous naked body.

But he couldn’t.

He replied to the text.

Nick wrote a note for Michelle to find in the morning, wishing her a safe trip and a Happy Thanksgiving among other things.

He went to the bathroom to grab a quick shower before he had to head out for a job. A man needed killing and he was being sent as the executioner.

No rest for the wicked he thought just as the hot water came down onto his scarred muscular naked body.

 

 

 

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July 24

Finding Trevor

FINDING TREVOR

(Starring Bobbi Jordan and Julie Taylor)

The following short story takes place after the events of Chapter 101 of  RED DIAMOND, on sale here,  http://my.bookbaby.com/book/red-diamond

PART 1

 

Bobbi parked her red Ford Mustang right in front of the dojo. She was tempted to just leave it running but given the way her day was going… she slid the keys into her pocket and went into the gym side of the building.

“Woah! Looks like we got a badass over here,” Julie said as soon as she saw Bobbi walk in.

After Nick left with Carol and the others, Bobbi took a quick shower to clean up. She spent the last ten seconds of it under ice cold water trying to snap out of her funk. Between that and the six Advil she popped it had worked to a degree.

She still felt like shit though. Which was one of the main reasons she was wearing her purple camo tactical pants. They offered her the room to move around comfortably. Her shirt was a bit more form fitting in that it was an Under Armour Women’s Tactical Heat Gear Compression T-Shirt. Despite it’s long name, Bobbi enjoyed it because of it’s signature moisture transport system, which wicks away the sweat to keep the wearer dry. And given the amount of sweating Bobbi had been doing lately, she needed all the help she could get.

“Okay first of all, you’re wearing the same shirt as me. Second, you have on black yoga pants with pink camo around the waist, soo…”

“Exactly. Have you not seen how amazing my ass looks in these?” Julie grinned and turned to wiggle her butt in front of Bobbi.

Bobbi frowned but tried to fake a smile for Julie’s sake, but it was too little too late.

“Wow, never mind.”

“It’s not like that…” Bobbi started to say and reached out to touch her.

Julie turned back around and held up her hand and said, “Nope, you had your chance.”

Bobbi pouted.

Julie crossed her arms and shook her head. Bobbi did look unusually pathetic today though.

“What’s your problem now?” Julie finally said.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay.”

“Nick took Carol out on a mission and left me at the house,” she blurted out.

“I thought it was already established that if you’re PMSing you stay on the bus.”

“What, I’m not…”

Julie stared at her incredulously.

“Really. You want to rethink the bullshit that’s about to come out of your mouth?”

Bobbi scowled. Julie pointed at the purple camo pants than at her pants. Bobbi gave her the finger.

“So anyway,” Julie started. “Did I miss the part where Nick sent you down here to do a job for him?”

“No. It’s just not fair that Carol gets to go is all.”

Julie remained silent, not about to feed into whatever was going on in Bobbi’s head.

“So I’ve come up with a short list to help us,” Julie said after several seconds of uncomfortable silence.

“A list for what?”

“We’re suppose to find out where this Trevor guy is hold up at right?”

“Oh, yeah,” Bobbi half mumbled.

“Well if we need to know where Asian hookers are being sent to, we got a few options. Would you care to hear them or am I just wasting my breath?” Julie asked after Bobbi started starring toward the back of the gym, where the locker rooms were.

Bobbi turned back to look at Julie and said, “Sorry, go ahead.”

“Well the obvious choice is Lu Chenghu. If there was anyone who would know it would be him.”

“Yeah because he’s the party animal of the three Chenghu brothers. But I doubt we can get a meet with him at this time of day.”

“True. He’s probably still sleeping and that means going through Cong Li first.”

Bobbi made a face and shook her head. Cong Li was the head muscle for the Chenghu brothers and by muscle they meant muscle. The guy was jacked to begin with but as an Asian, he might as well have been The Hulk.

“Yeah. I don’t think that would go well for us. Which means we could go see Tai.”

“Ugg, not in my condition,” Bobbi was quick to reply.

Tai was Cong’s second-in-command of security for the Chenghu brothers and he was a fast bastard. Not to mention an expert at several martial arts. The last time Bobbi had gotten into a fight with him, she got a spin kick to the face for her troubles. She had that mark for a whole week. And that was going up against him when she didn’t feel like a sack of crap. She didn’t even want to guess the marks she’d get now.

“You know, I’m beginning to question my role as Nick’s number one ass kicker,” Bobbi said and tried to laugh but it came out more like a whimper.

“Tell me about it. When did you become such a pus-”

“Wait I know!” Bobbi exclaimed.

“Huh, what?”

“Hold up, were you about to call me a pus-”

“Tell me your idea.”

Bobbi gave her a look while pointing her finger at her and said, “Ping.”

“Ping?” Julie asked.

“Ping,” Bobbi repeated.

“Ping,” Julie said with a smile and nodded.

“My car or yours?” Bobbi asked.

“Yours is already parked in the front,” Julie said with a grin.

“Fine. Go warm it up again. I’ll be right there,” Bobbi said and tossed her keys to her.

Julie stared at her for a second then shrugged and went outside while Bobbi headed for the locker room. She needed something out of her locker before she went and did this.

 

PART 2

 

Tai’s Billiards was located at the corner of Hancock Street and Bass Street in Quincy, MA, ten miles south of Chinatown in Boston MA. Over the last few years, Quincy has turned into a sort of satellite Chinatown, what with the rapid influx of Hokkien-speaking immigrants from the Chinese province of Fujian. Located on the southeast coast of Mainland China, Fujian was more or less across from Taiwan.

The fact that a lot of these immigrants had also served time in China’s Navy, The People’s Liberation Army Navy (PLAN), had clearly been lost on those in the US Immigration Services.

A few years ago, Tai Xu had won an underground fighting tournament bringing great honor to the Chenghu family. For this he was given his choice of a reward. Besides being an excellent martial artist, Tai also loved playing pool and ping pong, so he asked to have a small bar opened up with that for its theme. His reward was granted. Jin Chenghu, the head of the Chenghu family gave him the keys to his new place personally.

The place itself had been really well done. Large glass front windows with a double door entrance. On the left was a small lounge area of three black leather couches in a U shape with glass coffee table. The bar was next, it wasn’t a huge bar, seating less than a dozen total, but they were known to carry a nice assortment of drinks, the best being their scorpion bowls, something that had become an unexpected hallmark of theirs, thanks in no small part to one of their bartenders. The restrooms were located past the bar. Three ping pong tables took up the center of the place. On the right side were the seven, high quality, pool tables that gave the place its name. Running along the whole right side of the wall were tall pub tables allowing seating for friends to enjoy a drink while watching or waiting for a game.

Even after the place was open for business and people were all a glow with rave reviews of its look and quality, what really got more than a few people whispering was that his bar opened in Quincy, not in Boston, the center of where things went down. This got people to speculate that even when you earned something, Jin would find away to keep you in your place. This of course was no where near the truth, though Jin didn’t mind it if that kept people fearful of her.

The truth behind the location was a simple matter of seeing the bigger picture, of thinking multiple moves ahead of your opponent. When Tai’s Billiards had opened a few years ago, it was believed to be in the middle of nowhere, outside of any action or important place value. But now, with the influx of said former members of PLAN, it was one of the most popular hangout spots around, especially in Quincy.

While Tai’s work for the Chenghu brothers kept him out of his bar most of the time, a small price to pay for the several promotions he’s earned over the last year and a half, it didn’t stop him from running various pool tournaments and competitions at his place. The bar making a fair amount of money in liquor sales and gambling on said tournaments. It’s real value to the Chenghu family though was when Lu Chenghu decided to use it as one of his enclaves for his mid-card girls.

Lu’s mid-card girls were far superior to those found hanging out on the corners in Chinatown late at night, not to mention cleaner, but weren’t yet good enough for the high rollers or the types of girls found at Alizarin. They usually worked at street races, car shows, fights, or parties. Now it wasn’t uncommon to see a dozen or more attractive girls lounging around Tai’s Billiards at night while waiting for assignments. Tai himself had even taken a half dozen under his wing to teach them pool, so as to flirt with customers there. Getting them to stay for an extra game or two, and an extra three or four drinks even.

With Tai’s Billiards serving as a legit business for the Chenghu family, Tai tried his best to keep some of the shadier stuff that Seng Chenghu, the eldest of the Chenghu brothers, dealt in away from his place. Hot girls in leather pants and short shirts playing pool was a lot easier to explain than drugs or cases of stolen shipments in the back storage area.

And while fights had been known to break out here or there when too much alcohol was consumed on the weekend, they were generally short and resulted in little more than a broken glass or two. It was a record Tai liked to boast about knowing that people were too scared of him to do anything too stupid in his place of business.

That record was about to be severely tested tonight though.

 

PART 3

 

Ping played with the pretzel stick in his mouth like it was a toothpick. When it snapped, he reached for another one out of the bowl on the bar. His eyes darting between the three flat screen TVs behind the bar and the mirror that showed the guys playing two games of pool behind him. He made it a point to have his eyes anywhere but where the bartender was.

Tonight’s bartender, one Tia Lien, was used to Ping by now, as he was a regular at Tai’s Billiards. A skinny, dark haired nervous kid in his early twenties, Ping was never seen without wearing something green and couldn’t go for more than a few minutes without having to scratch behind one of his ears. Tia had never found out a real reason for it other than it must be some sort of tick for the kid, cause he was always well groomed and had good hygiene. Seeing as how Ping worked for Lu Chunghu, those two things were more of a requirement than a suggestion.

Ping considered himself to be a specialist when it came to the delivery of specialized items to his superiors. In reality he was an errand running gofer, pure and simple. He was in charge of making sure Lu’s mid-card girls had coffee, alcohol, snacks, meals, specific lingerie or toys needed for clients. Basically anything to keep the girls happy and in good condition for clients.

Because of his tick and general weirdness, Ping tried to stay out of Boston and Chinatown specifically as he was usually picked on there by the bigger fish. But here in Quincy he was held in a bit more of a high regard. He even had a couple of guys watching out for him here as they had come to recognized that Ping could hook them up with some fine ass and at a discounted rated too.

Tia didn’t doubt that as the main reason for Ping to avoid Boston, but she did suspect that Ping liked to hang out here because of her. With a mix of Chinese and Vietnamese heritage, Tia has long dark hair, long arms, long legs and got as many compliments on her breasts as she did her ass. She had spent several years working as a model while going to college for accounting. She could make a kick ass scorpion bowl, among other things, and has been driving in a lot of new traffic with them as the word got out around the area just how good they were. She didn’t work every night at Tai’s Billiards but when she did, the place was always hoping.

Ping over the course of the past year had picked up on this and was one of the first people to get there when the placed opened up, all but guarantying him a spot at the bar and some alone time with Tia.

She didn’t mind this as she considering Ping to be a well-meaning kid, in a younger brother sort of way, and she did what she could to stick up for him when some of the other guys gave him crap.

Tia had just finished wiping down the counter, when she heard music from a car then two car doors slam shut. She looked out the large front glass windows and knew instantly she wouldn’t be sticking up for Ping tonight.

 

PART 4

 

Julie pulled one of the glass double doors to Tai’s Billiards opened and whispered to Bobbi, “Just let me do the talking and we can do this the easy way. All you need to do is stand there and look tough.”

“But I am tough,” Bobbi whispered back.

“Exactly,” Julie replied and went over towards the bar.

She was glad to see Tia working this evening. She was usually always there for the weekend crowds but during the week it was hit or miss. Her scorpion bowls were to die for and on more than one occasion Julie had tried to recruit Tia to come work at Alizarin, with a generous signing bonus that only got bigger with each offer. There was no denying she was hot too and would fit right in at Alizarin. Not hurting things was the back and forth flirting they had going on. Julie didn’t think Tia was full on bi like her but the fact that a night between the sheets, or on a pool table, hadn’t been completely ruled out of the question had given her hope yet. As to why she wouldn’t sign on to bartend at Alizarin, well that was mystery Julie had yet to solve and tonight wasn’t going to be the night for it.

Ping turned to see who had walked into the bar and quickly looked away. He gave a sideways glance and when it became obvious they were there for him and not to see Tia, he tried to get up. By then he was too late.

“Oh sorry Ping, are you in a hurry to go somewhere?” Julie asked as Bobbi’s arm came around him and put him back into his chair forcefully.

“Hey you two. Funny seeing you guys here on a…tonight,” Ping stuttered. This was not his first run in with Julie and or Bobbi. Things hadn’t always gone well for him in the past. Maybe tonight would go better.

“We’re looking for someone,” Julie started.

“I’m sure two beautiful women of your age should have no-”

“Did you just fucking call me old?” Bobbi said, much louder than she had meant to be.

The guys playing pool stopped to look at them.

“No no no,” Ping repeated.

“Crap,” was all Julie said as the six guys playing pool now walked over to them.

So much for the easy way.

 

PART 5

 

“What happened to letting me do the talking?” Julie whispered as Bobbi let go of Ping and moved next to her.

“He called us old.”

“He’s like twenty-two, everyone is old to him,” Julie said just as the guys got there.

They were all of Chinese decent, a few might have even just gotten here from China. Only one looked familiar and that was going by the small scar under his eye. Julie thought his name was Qiao something. The rest looked like bored twenty-year-old punks who wanted to drink but forgot their ids at home.

“Is there a problem here?” Qiao asked. He was still holding his pool stick.

“Nope, no problem here. Why don’t you boys go run off and play,” Bobbi said with a sneer.

“Are these bitches bothering you Ping?” The punk next to Qiao asked.

Bobbi and Julie looked at each other. “Ah hell no!” They both punched the punk in the face and he crumpled like the sack of crap that he was.

Things escalated quickly at that point as Julie elbowed the punk right next to her. She connected with a solid shot right by the eye and he stayed down. Bobbi likewise connected with a side kick to the punk next to her, driving the air out of him, which would have taken him a bit to recover on its own, but Bobbi followed up with a muay thai knee to his face. He crumbled to the ground as well, no longer a threat. Qiao used that opening to swing his pool stick and hit Bobbi in the ribs.

“Owe!” She yelled with a flinch and turned to face him even as the other two guys tried to grab Julie.

He swung again and hit her. When Bobbi still didn’t drop, the look on his face said it all as he tried to back away. A roundhouse kick from Bobbi sent him back on his ass, the pool stick flying from his grasp. Julie flung one of the punks toward Bobbi who she hit with a jumping knee to the chin. The last one tried to let go of Julie but now she was holding him and driving multiple knees into his gut before slamming his face in the bar. Blood and a tooth, or possibly two, went flying from his mouth. He laid motionless on the ground.

“Hey I’m sorry. No hard feelings ok?” Qiao asked as he continued to back away from Bobbi, who had now picked up a pool stick. Blood covered his mouth, his lip busted open from her spin kick.

“Yeah no hard feelings,” Bobbi said and let him get back to his feet.

“Really?” He asked, his back up against a pool table.

“Yeah, not so much.,” Bobbi said and drove the pool stick into his gut.

“Doesn’t feel so good does it?” Bobbi yelled as she started beating on him with the pool stick.

Qiao fell back to the ground and tried to cover up from the vicious shots Bobbi was giving out.

Julie and Tia, who had remained silent behind the bar the whole time, looked at each other and grimaced.

Ping had remained in his seat, thinking that the six guys would have been sufficient to protect him. After seeing the look on Bobbi’s face, he wondered if even Tai could have protected him at the moment.

Bobbi finally stopped beating on Qiao and looked over at Ping, wiping her dirty blonde hair, soaked in sweat, out of her face. She pointed at Ping with the pool stick and said, “We’re looking for an Australian guy name Trevor, has a thing for Asian girls. You’re going to help us find him, or I’m going to shove this pool stick up your ass!”

No one currently remaining conscious at Tai’s Billiards doubted her for one second.

 

PART 6

 

“Is it just me or was that exhausting?” Bobbi asked and collapsed on her couch.

“It’s just you. You really should start running again,” Julie said and sat on Bobbi’s lap. Bobbi’s hands grabbing hold of her ass on instinct.

“It’s been too cold out.”

Julie remained silent, not in the mood for another ’discussion’ with Bobbi tonight. After leaving their number with a shaken Ping, the two of them had hit up two other bars. They got the first bar on a tip from Tia, and found the second bar on a tip from someone at the first bar. They weren’t any closer to finding Trevor now then they had been when they started out, but at least they had feelers out and had put in some good ground work. Plus Julie got to see Tia if only for a bit, which was a win in of itself. If only they could have snuck in a scorpion bowl too.

Julie closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. She wasn’t physically tired so much as she was mentally fatigued after spending the last several hours with Bobbi. Perhaps they were spending too much time together and it was time for a bit of a break. She kept that thought to herself though, not wanting to have to deal with the nuclear fallout that was sure to cause if she were to tell Bobbi in her current state.

Julie opened her eyes and looked at Bobbi.

“What?”

“You smell.”

“Fuck you.”

“Oh if only you could,” she said with a wink and gave her a kiss on the lips.

Julie stood up and turned her ass toward Bobbi and pulled her pants down just enough to give Bobbi a glimpse of the lacy pink boy shorts she wore.

“You suck,” Bobbi replied as Julie pulled her pants back up and walked over to the kitchen.

She had just taken a sip of her beer when there was a knocking on the door. Julie looked at Bobbi, who was clearly not about to get up off the couch. Julie rolled her eyes and answered the door.

Megan walked in.

“Hello, how are you two?”

“Okay. We don’t have anything to report on Trevor just yet though. Sorry. But we do have contacts looking into it.”

“It’s okay. Our opportunity will present itself, of this I am sure.”

“Huh?” Bobbi said and turned to look over the back of the couch.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You look rather ill,” Megan asked staring at Bobbi.

Bobbi scowled at her but said nothing.

“We got into a fight at Tai’s Billiards. She took a couple shots from a pool stick like the champ she is,” Julie said.

“I see. Well, we’re all to stay here tonight. I informed Nick that you would be staying with me, to watch my back if you will.”

“You want me to stay at your place tonight?” Bobbi asked slightly confused. She really wanted a drink.

“No, I shall be fine. I just told that to Nick to put his mind at ease.”

“Oh, okay,” Bobbi said and put her head back down.

“Is Carol back yet?” Julie asked.

And just like that, Bobbi was back looking at them.

“No, she stayed with Nick at The Compound to help unload the gear.”

“Well isn’t she just Miss. Useful tonight,” Bobbi mumbled.

Neither Julie or Megan could make out what she said.

“I’m going to leave Morgan’s number with you. When you hear from one of your contacts please give him a call first.”

“You don’t want us to call Nick?” Julie asked taking the piece of paper with Morgan’s number on it from Megan.

“No. Morgan is to be alerted first. Is that clear?”

“Yes ma‘am,” Julie said with a grin.

Bobbi waved an arm from the couch in agreement.

“Everything go okay tonight?” Julie asked as Megan turned to leave.

“Things could have turned out better. But there is always a silver lining in everything, yes?”

“Sure. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” Megan said and left.

Julie left the door open though and brought Morgan’s number to Bobbi.

“I’m going to go now too. See you tomorrow?”

“Wha…yep,” Bobbi replied and looked up at Julie, who was upside down.

“You’ll be feeling better soon, and then,” Julie whispered as she leaned over the couch for another kiss and gave Bobbi’s breasts a squeeze.

Bobbi smiled and took the paper from her. Julie closed the door behind her, leaving Bobbi alone in her apartment. She found the strength to get up from the couch and went into the kitchen. She was out of Tequila but found some Fireball and brought it to her bedroom with her.

Five minutes and multiple shots later, she was passed out facedown on her bed.

 

 

 

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July 24

Wade’s Cooking Tips (Bacon)

The following tip is brought to you by a man who needs no introduction but just incase you need a refresher course… He is a world-renowned mercenary, his mental state is questionable at best, Food Network passed on his show ‘The Masked Chef’ (their loss), he’s been known to live rent free in Bobbi Jordan’s head and his cookbook ‘How to Butter Raw Toast’ is sure to find its way into your kitchen.
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I give you Wade Smith and excellent bacon.

The secret is parchment paper on a cookie sheet and cook in oven for 20 minutes or so at 400°f.

       That’s it. Enjoy.

 

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July 24

Megan’s No Words

The following, in no particular order, are Megan Cruise’s No Words. If you want to stay on her good side do not say any of the following in your conversations with her.

1) Mount
2) Moist
3) Cream
4) Insert
5) Penetration
6) Smear
7) Sticky
8) Fudge
9) Erected
10) Taint

 

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