Boosted (In The Fast Lane) (7 page)

TEN

Picking Up The Pieces

Hannah could barely sit through class the next day. She
considered it an accomplishment to have even made it there in the first place.
She had figured out the bus route to get to class in lieu of having her car. It
wasn’t a glamorous journey but it had gotten her there on time.

She had managed to get some of her work done the night
before and felt at least somewhat prepared for class when she arrived. In a
further effort to repair what she had done the day before, Hannah reached out
to her friend Julia to help her pick up her car later that afternoon.

As well as things were going, as soon as the lecture started
Hannah’s mind started to wander back toward Brody. He was the inescapable force
in her life now. She had left the detective work alone ever since she had
gathered the strength to get up from her floor. Now her brain was churning on
that subject once again.

It was that lingering question of why. Why was he following
someone? The other surrounding questions mattered too. Who was he following?
How often did he do this sort of activity? What was he getting in return? But
it was “why” that was the central question, the one she truly yearned to know.

She was beginning to put together more of the clues. He had
mentioned that he had done freelance work. This was probably true but it surely
didn’t tell the whole story. She hypothesized that this wasn’t completely his
idea. Someone had hired him to do it. She had no idea who and it was a question
that was far beyond her grasp at the moment.

Hannah also had no concept of who the person he was
following could be. She tried not to get hung up on these questions. They were
certain to be dead ends at this stage. Better to concentrate on the things she
could deduce from her experiences with him.

Brody told her that he was not a drug dealer and she
believed him. This seemed to go far beyond that anyway. At the same time she
was fairly sure that it didn’t go as far as him being a hit man. She was sure
that those only existed in the movies anyway. Besides, there was a soft side to
Brody. Though he might be willing to do certain illegal things, she was sure
that he wasn’t actually capable of hurting someone. At least she hoped that was
the case. Brody had already proved to have something of a dark side. It was
certainly possible that he had an even darker side lurking somewhere in his
being.

After class she met Julia to go pick up her car. It was a
bit of a devil’s bargain as she was sure that there would be a constant stream
of invasive questions and passive aggressive comments about her situation. She
would just have to deal with it. The interrogation began as soon as she sat
down in the passenger’s seat.

“So why did you leave your car there yesterday?” It was a
fair enough question on the surface. It was the tone that really bothered her.

“I got another ride home from lunch.”

“From who?” Hannah really didn’t want to answer. She thought
for a second about lying but that had never been one of her strong suits. Julia
would see right through it. When Hannah didn’t respond, Julia repeated the
question. “From who? Your boyfriend?”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Hannah said, as if she were in
sixth grade again.

“But it was him though.”

Hannah still didn’t want to admit to it. “Yeah,” she said
after a few moments. “It was him.”

“So you’re still seeing him.” Julia said, with a smug
satisfaction like she’d been right about the two of them all along. Hannah
didn’t know where she got off talking like that. She then took a different line
of questioning, one that Hannah didn’t expect. “So what’s he like?”

“I don’t know,” Hannah said, all too truthfully.

“Well you’ve only known him for what? A week?”

It was actually less than that. “Yeah I guess.”

“You know some stuff about him though, right?”

“A little.”

“How big is he?”

“What?”

“Come on. I’d tell you. What’s he packing down there?”

“Julia, that’s gross.”

“I’m doing you a favor here. You think I want to go all the
way across the city today? I’ve got better things that I could be doing with my
time. The least you can do is answer a couple interesting questions.”

“Okay, fine.” Hannah surrendered.

“Good. Now. Is he big?”

Hannah was infuriated with herself even before she answered.
“Yeah. He’s big.”

“Really big?”

“He’s pretty big.”

“Feels good doesn’t it?”

“Yeah. It really does.”

“Some girls try to tell me size doesn’t matter but that’s
bullshit. Right?”

“I don’t know. Julia, I’m not really comfortable talking
about this. You know that.”

“Come on. Tell about what a nice dick he has. You should be
proud of it.”

The still had a ways to go before they reached the
restaurant and Hannah already wanted to jump out of the car.

“How many times have you guys fucked?”

“Only twice.”

“That’s it?”

“And, well, I did something else too.”

“You sucked his dick, right?” Julia laughed to herself. It
was a grating cackle that sent a shiver through Hannah. “For some reason I just
can’t picture you doing that. You’re too much of a good girl. So just three
times? I would have expected more since you’re so obsessed with him.”

“I’m not obsessed with him,” Hannah said. In part it was in
an effort to convince herself.

“Did you have an orgasm with him?”

“Yes.”

“More than one?”

“Yes.”

“You dirty girl! You’re growing up so fast.”

“I’ve had sex before, Julia.”

“Not like this though, I bet.”

Hannah hated to admit it, but in this case Julia was right.
“It’s different, yeah.”

“How does he do it? Is he rough? I bet he’s rough.”

Hannah wasn’t about to go there. Luckily, Julia seemed to
want to continue more on the subject herself.

“I love it when it’s rough. Have I told you about this
before? There’s nothing I like more than a guy who will throw me around a
little bit. Hair pulling, ass slapping, a little choking. All of it. I love it.
I like having a dick so deep down my throat that I gag. I’ve even done anal. It
hurts every time but it’s so worth it.” Julia let this new information sink in
before she continued. “Have you ever been double teamed?”

“No,” Hannah said. “Of course not.”

“I have,” Julia admitted. “A couple times actually. The
first time just sort of happened. I was with my boyfriend at the time a few
years ago. Back in college. We got horny at a party and decided to fuck in one
of the guest rooms. There was another couple in there. I didn’t know who they
were and I never found out afterwards. We decided to go for it anyway. After a
little while the two guys switched. Eventually they took turns on both of us,
sometimes working together on one girl. I made out with the other girl too.
Well, we did a little more than make out. Have you ever been with a girl?”

“No.”

“It’s okay. I didn’t mind it. It was even a little fun. But
I wouldn’t set out to do it again. But having two men fuck me at the same time.
Oh my god. It was...I can’t even describe it. One in my pussy, one in my mouth.
Ever since it happened I wanted to do it again. It took me a long time to get
up the nerve though. A lot of guys aren’t cool with it. They think it makes
them gay or something. And most of the guys I’ve dated are too possessive to
ever let me fool around with another guy, even if they were a part of it too.
It had to be spontaneous.

“So I was out one night and this guy started hitting on me.
He was fine. Cute enough. And funny. But he was there with his friend who was
just to die for. He didn’t say much, but he kept looking at me. I mean, we were
eye-fucking the entire time his friend was talking to me. We had a few drinks
and it got late. It was now or never. I asked them if they wanted to come back
to my place. They didn’t seem to get the drift at first that I wanted both of
them to come. Guys can be so dumb. They just don’t pick up on signals like they
should. I eventually told them I had some pot and that they should come back
with me to hang out.

“It’s such a guy move, I know. But it worked. They both came
back to my place. I lied about having pot. I actually hate smoking pot and I
don’t allow it anywhere near my apartment. But they didn’t seem to care. As
soon as I got them back I started making out with the talkative one. I didn’t
leave the quiet guy in the cold though. I put my hand between his legs and
started rubbing his cock through his pants. Actually, the talkative one had the
bigger dick. I wasn’t expecting that. But they were both really nice. I sucked
the quiet one’s dick while his friend fingered my pussy and grabbed my tits.
They didn’t seem to mind that I’d lied about the pot.

“I took the other guy’s dick out of his pants and sat on it.
Sort of sideway. You know what I mean? So that I could keep sucking his friends
dick. It was probably awkward as hell to watch, the three of us tangled up on
the couch like that. But none of us really cared. I eventually got off of him
and switched myself around so that I was on all fours. The quiet one fucked me
from behind while I took the other dick as deep into my mouth as I could. Like
I said, he was pretty big. But I forced my head all the way down as best I
could. It was hard to concentrate while getting pounded from behind like that.
Let me tell you, the quiet one didn’t mess around. He was fucking me as hard as
he could right from the time he put himself inside me.

“I led them into the bedroom after that and we all stripped
down. I threw myself down on the bed and they took turns fucking me however
they liked. Pushing my legs in the air, folding me in half, squeezing my tits
as hard as they could. I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t know which one it was
each time. You can tell though. You can always tell. Subtle differences in the
way they do it. But with your eyes closed you can almost fool yourself into
thinking that it’s more than two guys. Just an endless train of men having
their way with you. I came over and over again. I probably woke up the
neighbors with my screaming.

“I don’t know how long they fucked me like that. I didn’t
care about time by that point. Once I’d had my fill, and it took a long time, I
sat up and had them both come forward. Then I took each of their dicks in my
hands and tugged on them. They were still wet from my pussy. I put my mouth
around them, one at a time. I could taste myself on them. I took turns sucking
them off until I was alternating between them after each gulp. I even tried to
get them both in my mouth at the same time. That didn’t really work out. But I
was at least able to lick both of them at once. I tickled the tips of their
cocks with my tongue at the same time. All the time I kept jacking them off.

“It wasn’t long before they were shooting their loads all
over me. I was hoping to catch them both in my mouth but it didn’t work out
that way. Some of it sprayed on my face, some in my hair, some down on my tits.
It was a mess. It felt so good though, the thick warm streams of semen flowing
all over me. I laid back down on the bed and just let myself soak in their cum.
And you know what I did next? I kicked them out. Told them to put on their
clothes and leave. I never saw them again after that. I don’t even remember
their names. But they gave me one of the most perfect nights of my life.”

They had finally arrived at the restaurant. Julia pulled up
next to Hannah’s car.

“There,” Julia said. “So, now you know that about me.”

Hannah didn’t know how to respond. All she could muster was,
“Thanks for the ride.”

On the way home Hannah found that she was still rattled by
what Julia had told her. She had hidden that side of her so well. Hannah never
would have suspected that Julia was capable of something like that. It further
contributed to Hannah’s confusion over what she had witnessed so far that week.
Everything about her life had been turned upside down. She didn’t knew who
anyone was anymore. She barely even knew who she was herself. She looked at
herself in the rearview mirror and didn’t recognize the person gazing back. All
the progress she had felt like she made that morning seemed to be reversing.
Once again her life was spinning out of control.

She got back just in time for the start of her afternoon
class. She managed to sleepwalk through it despite all the stress and pressure
that she was feeling. Hannah didn’t know how much longer this would be
sustainable. Her personal life was completely at odds with her school work and
it wouldn’t be long until it did irreparable harm. It had struck a blow at
lunch the previous day, but that was only one representative from one firm. It
was bad, but it was something that she was fairly confident that she could
overcome. But if she started to fail classes, that would truly be the end of
her aspirations in the legal field.

That night she resolved to call Brody. She had to know what
was going on. Either he would tell her or she would break things off. There was
no other alternative.

ELEVEN

A Break In The Action

Brody got her call while camped out in the now all too
familiar bush down the road from the colonel’s mansion. He decided he was far
enough away that he wouldn’t put himself in any risk by answering.

“Hello.”

“Hey,” Hannah said. “It’s me.”

“Hey. Listen, I’m sorry about how things went the other day.
It was a weird situation and I didn’t handle it very well.”

“Actually,” she said, “That’s what I wanted to talk to you
about.”

Brody was afraid she would say that. “Yeah?”

“Look, I don’t know what kind of trouble you’re in. But I
want you to know that I’m here to help.”

“Thanks. I appreciate that.”

“But I can’t help if I don’t know more about what’s going
on.”

“This isn’t really a good time to talk about this.”

“When is a good time?”

“Well, I can’t do it on the phone.”

“So come over.”

“I can’t tonight. You know I’m busy this week. And I suspect
you’re starting to get some idea of what I’m busy doing.”

“Brody. I need to see you as soon as possible. Please.”

He finally relented. “Okay. Let me see if I can break away
at some point tomorrow. Probably tomorrow night.”

“You promise?”

“I told you. I’ll try.”

She hung up the phone. Shit. On top of everything else he
had to deal with this too. His life had been so simple just a week ago. He
lived to steal cars. He stole them from people who had so much money that it
was little more than an inconvenience to them. He no ties. No one to worry
about but himself. He didn’t have to worry about following around a war
criminal. He just existed. He knew that after the last few days he would never
be able to have that life again.

The next 24 hours were largely uneventful. The colonel went
out for another lunch. This time it wasn’t a meeting, just him and his goons.
They looked to be too young to be his former soldiers. In fact, they were so
young that Brody assumed that they were actually the children of his former
underlings. Besides that it was just more of the same - getting cozy in the
roadside bush. Brody still could not find an opening to snatch the car and he
was beginning to doubt that he ever would.

When the sun began to go down on Thursday night, Brody
assumed that he was all clear to step away for the night. The colonel hadn’t
left his house after sundown yet and Brody doubted that he would start now. He
went back to his car and called Hannah.

“Hey. Are you at home?”

She said that she was.

“Okay. I’m coming over.”