Free Assassin Affairs by R. S. Smith Page B

details of what had happened and what she wanted from
Laura, Laura began slowly probing every inch of her body.
    “Ms.
Jennings, I'm you're best shot at having your daughter returned to
you alive. You know that, don't you?”
    “Yes,
Laura.”
    “You
want to make sure I'm happy when I leave here, right?”
    “Yes,
Laura, that's why I already have your money for you. It's in that
silver case under the window sill.”
    “That's
nice, Joanna. I like the way my name sounds when it crosses your
lips. Say it again.”
    “Laura.”
    Laura used
her knife to cut the straps on Joanna's top. “Now persuade me
to let you kiss me.”
    Not wanting
to risk upsetting this new friend as the tip of the blade tickled her
neck, she said, “Laura, you have me so excited, I hope you'll
let me kiss you. Please, please!”
    “Okay,
but kiss me like you really mean it.”
    Joanna
gently embraced her and began the most sensual kiss she could muster
as she felt Laura's fingers exploring. She had never experienced such
a thing with another woman and was embarrassed at being aroused. Soon
she felt Laura's finger slip inside her, and then a second.
“Oooohhhh,” she panted, tightening her clench.
    “I
bet you didn't expect anything like this tonight, did you, honey?”
asked Laura with a wry smirk.
    “No,
Laura, I hope I’m making you happy.”
    “It's
a good start, darling.”
    “What
do you mean 'start'?”
    “Use
your imagination. I know you know what makes a woman purr. We've got
another hour until daylight. C'mon, dare to expand your comfort zone,
love,” she whispered, as she nibbled at her earlobe.
    “I'm
not sure what you want me to do, Laura.”
    She
whispered specifics into Joanna's ear, her wet fingers toying with
her lips.
    “Oh
my. I've never done that.”
    “All
the better.”
    “It's
difficult for me to move with that knife at my throat.”
    Laura
folded up the knife and handed it to Joanna. “Here, you can
hold it if that will help. Remember that your chances of getting the
kid back are better if I'm a happy girl, than they are with those
agents out in the other room. You want me smiling when I go out that
window.”
    Nearly an
hour later, just as the sun was about to break over the horizon,
Laura said, “You did good tonight. I'll be expecting seconds
when I deliver your kid. Agreed?”
    “Okay.”
    “A
little more enthusiasm please.”
    “Yes,
Laura. I swear I'll do whatever you ask if you bring her home alive.”
    “Good,
that motivates me as much as the money, almost. Here's a burner cell
phone. It's got my number programmed into it. Keep it turned on at
all times in case I need to contact you. Call me anytime,
sweet-cheeks. She then picked up the silver case, crawled out the
window and smiled as she disappeared into the predawn night.
    As Joanna
laid back in a state of exhaustion, wondering if the last few hours
had really happened or if it had all been yet another one of her
erotic dreams, the phone rang.
    “Ms.
Jennings, this is Commissioner Gravina. Please forgive the early
hour, but I knew you'd want to hear right away. We just received a a
written ransom request from Lionel. He enclosed a photograph of
Jessica showing that she's still alive. He's demanding a million
dollars and wants you to deliver it to him alone and in person in a
remote part of Colorado.”
    The
Commissioner left out a few details, one of which was the fact that
the FBI already had a rescue plan in the works. He knew she would
probably not approve, preferring to be in charge of any recovery
attempt. The other was that the photo was of Jessica sitting nude on
Lionel's lap, with a big grin showing off her braces. The expression
on her face, however, was clearly one of distress.
    Joanna
promptly relayed her limited information to Laura. Having her own
independent sources, Laura obtained a copy of the updated FBI file.
Under normal circumstances, she would have used her established team
in Los Angeles for such a mission. They had all