About the Author
Ken MacKenzie has been in the security industry for over
thirty years, working on doors in pubs and clubs on Sydney's northern beaches in
the mid-eighties through to the nineties.
The last twenty-six years he has been employed driving
armoured cars around both metropolitan and regional areas of New South Wales.
He presently resides on a farm at Mount Seaview on the
mid-north coast, exploring the bush and writing.
By the same author
Good as Gold
Some Days Are Diamonds
Lure of the Dirty Dollar
Talk Dirty To Me
A bright light shone straight into my face, blinding
me, I put my left hand up to shield my eyes, but it was useless, the light was
too strong. I tried to move, but couldn’t, I was lying on my bed butt naked, my
right arm handcuffed to the head rail, my left leg handcuffed to the rail at the
bottom end of the king-size bed.
“Hi Rachel, how’s tricks? David still fucking you?”
I recognised the voice behind the light, but that
made no sense, its owner had died several months ago, I knew this for certain as
I’d shot him myself in the dead of the night on a country property out the back
of Jilliby on the New South Wales Central Coast.
“What the fuck’s going on, Gav?” I screamed. He
laughed hard and the bright light was extinguished. I dropped my left arm that
I’d used to try and block out the light and, when my eyes grew accustomed to the
darkness, I watched as Gavin Peters stood there leering down at me with a big
black Maglite torch hanging by his side in his left hand, a Glock 40 filled his
other hand, pointed menacingly at me.
“Just thought it was time I paid you a visit Rachel,
I mean we were supposed to be partners, but you fucked me over, I should have
known you couldn’t be trusted, but I thought we were pretty tight.” He laughed
again. “Well you were anyway.” His eyes were roaming over my body. “And I fell
for your womanly charms and paid dearly for it, cuntstruck I was. Funny here I
am an ex-intel bloke who’d controlled hundreds of operations involving the
implementation of the famed honey-trap procedure and I fucken’ succumbed to it
myself, unbelievable, the power of the pussah!” His laughter came again and
seemed to fill the room. I knew I was in deep shit trouble and was going to have
to use every trick in and out of the book to get myself out of the shit.
“Gav, come on, we had plenty of good times, but I
knew you’d neck me as soon as you killed Dave and Forbes.” His face took on a
concerned look, something quite alien for Gavin, but he was a master of both
deception and manipulation, he could have been just playing with me.
“No Rachel I loved you, I’d never have hurt you, we
could’ve taken off to anywhere in the world you’d wanted with all that money and
never had another worry in our lives.” He leant in over the foot of the bed,
threw the torch into the air, it spun a half turn and he caught it, the smaller
end now pointing out towards me. He brought the torch down and slowly ran it up
the inside of my lower left leg and down along the calf. “But you’d taken back
up with David fucking Lewis. Christ Rachel, why didn’t you stick to the script?
You were only supposed to sleep with him and get inside his head, keep an eye on
him and report anything of interest back to me, not set up fucking house with
him!” Amazingly given the situation I found myself slightly excited by Gavin’s
sexual overtures and felt my nipples harden and my mimsy getting damp. But I had
to take control if I was going to get out of whatever danger Gavin had in store
“Are you going to fuck me with that big black
He smiled down at me and ran it further up the inside
of my other leg, the one not handcuffed to the rail. “Maybe Rach, would you like
that?” I opened my legs just a fraction and smiled up at him with what I hoped
was a convincing attempt with the look one gives of impending sexual pleasure.
“Mmm, might be nice, you always liked fucking me with
toys or unusual objects, kinky bastard.” The torch stopped at my lips, with just
a little pressure so I knew it was there. “You never complained.”
“No I loved it. Get your kink on, baby.” I could feel
the wetness building in me, I closed my eyes and I opened my legs wider to take
the torch. Gavin slowly pushed it into me and I let out a huge breath as it
pushed past my lips and slid up into me. “Mmm that’s nice, really nice, Gav.” I
opened my eyes and saw Gavin now had the Glock pointed down at me. I was stuck
for words, my mind spinning for the right thing to say to save my life, but
Gavin interrupted my thought pattern.
“But I didn’t come here Rachel, to give you or me
pleasure; I came here to kill you. The smile had vanished from his lips and had
been replaced with a sneer of anger and I watched helplessly as I saw his finger
take up the pressure on the trigger and, before I could say another word, the
room exploded in a mosaic of light and noise, like the worst electrical storm
I’d ever seen or heard.
I sat up with a start, my chest heaving as my heart
tried to burst out of my ribcage and then I realised I’d dreamt the whole damn
thing. After a minute or two my mind wandered and I thought about how the dream
had been so frighteningly real and yet how at the same time it had also aroused
me. My nipples were still hard and as I put a hand to my quim I felt myself
slightly open and a distinct wetness. Throwing off the sheet and blanket I lay
back on the bed and ran my fingers of one hand through the soft pubic hair of my
mound and down around my lips, then slowly up through my parted labia and onto
my clitoris, which enlarged to my touch. I moved my other hand roughly
over my large breasts, pulling and teasing their taut nipples, shivers of
pleasure ran through me as I played with myself and thought of various men I’d
had in my life and what I’d done to them and they to me. I started to move the
finger on my clit a little faster, my excitement mounting quickly and I began to
moan, I thought about getting one of my toys out of the top drawer of my bedside
table, but I felt pretty happy with how things were moving along. Instead I
dropped the hand that was doing the rough job on my tits down to my pussy and
sunk two fingers up inside me and began to roger myself as I increased both the
pressure and intensity on my clitoris. My arse lifted off the mattress as I
really went to town on my fanny hammering it both inside and out. I got another
two fingers of the hand that was fucking me and slipped them alongside the first
two, the stretching sensation was unbelievable and I began to wail out loud as
the orgasm built quickly in me. My breathing came in gasps as if I was running a
marathon and I flicked at my clit with a renewed vengeance, keeping this up
until both my hands got tired, then suddenly the shudder came and I felt the
juices flood from me, I tucked my thumb up inside me too and bunched all the
digits together and drove the hand up into me as far as I could and experienced
another shattering climax as I pushed hard against my G-spot, at the front of
the inside of my vagina, letting the spasms run through me.
Finally I pulled my girlie nectar-covered fingers
from my stretched box and brought them up to my face, a clear whitish sticky
film covered them. Dropping my hand to my chest I slowly rubbed my cum onto my
still heaving breasts and relaxed back into the soft mattress completely sated.
Lying there I contemplated dropping back off to
sleep, but I decided not to as I wanted to go to the gym and do a cross-fit
class after my morning yoga routine that had become a lifelong obsession. So I
crawled out of bed and walked into the en suite, turned on the shower and once
the hot water started to run warm I stepped in under the rose and adjusted the
taps for the ideal cold to warm ratio for the perfect shower.
Sitting in the kitchen at the breakfast table I put a
spoonful of my special homemade muesli in my mouth as I leant forward and
switched my laptop on. I felt great, relaxed and supple after my yoga, I sipped
my coffee as I waited for the computer to come to life, entered my password then
followed the prompts to get my G-mail account up. There were several new
messages; a few were online shopping stores for clothes, accessories and books,
a couple from girlfriends and one from David. I thought I’d leave Dave’s till
last, so I checked all the others from my friends, while I continued having
breaky. They were mainly jokes, cartoons and just a bit of idle chit-chat and
gossip. I decided to leave the online shopping ones till later, when I could
take my time. I smiled to myself and opened Dave’s message, thinking about the
strange relationship we shared. After the big job that had netted us a squillion
I stayed up at his farm at Mt Seaview while any interest in the robbery settled
down. We’d invested most of our money separately but, through the same dodgy
accountant, one Dave had known for years, we’d gone overseas for a couple of
trips. We’d both had a ball and we each enjoyed the other’s company and the same
things, the sex was great and plenty of it, but, and there is always a but, we
each also needed our own space, so we’d gone back to a distance relationship.
Every week or so, he either came down here to my place for a few days, or I went
up there; neither of us knew if it would work forever, but we were both happy to
give it a good go. Dave’s message came up and, as I read it, I stopped smiling
and started to panic. “Hey cocksucker, we’ve got big boy and if you don’t come
up with five mill he’s dead as dog shit! You’ll be hearing from me! Have a nice
day! xo.” I got straight up and grabbed my phone sitting on the kitchen bench
and dialled David’s home number. It rang out and message bank cut in. I left a
message, then hung up, dialled his mobile, but the same thing happened. I left a
message on the mobile too, before slamming down the phone and racing off out of
the kitchen, to my bedroom.
Pulling open the wardrobe I got down on my hands and
knees and spun the combo on the safe I had bolted to the floor at the back,
behind the line of dresses hanging on coat hangers.
Spinning the dial the last turn I heard the tumblers
drop into place, I pulled the safe door open. Ignoring the bundles of cash I
extracted the pile of files lying underneath them and scanned through them till
I found the one I was after. Discarding the unwanted ones back in the safe I got
to my feet and flipped through the file in my hands as I moved to the phone on
the bedside table, snatched the receiver up and sat down on the mattress as I
scanned down the pages. The mobile number I required was at the bottom of the
second page. I pressed the buttons and waited for the connection.
The voice that answered sounded as cocky as I
remembered it. “Yeah?”
“Steve, it’s Rachel Dawes.” There was a definite
pause, but only slight. “Well, well and what do I owe this call to, have you
seen the error of your ways and fucked off dear old Dad?” He chuckled at his own
stupid joke. “Listen smartarse, somebody’s snatched David and whoever it is
wants five million or they’ll kill him!”
“Fuck me dead!”
“Right, so are you going to help me get him back?”
“Well that’s obvious, isn’t it? I mean if someone’s
managed to snatch him and we don’t get them, there is nothing we can do to stop
them trying it on again with you or me. So I haven’t got much of a choice have
“No not really, I knew you’d be smart enough to see
the picture without me having to draw it for you.”
His laughter came down the line again. “Righto,
Princess. Where are you and where was Davo when he got snatched?”
“I’m at my place on the Central Coast; David was at
home on the farm at Mt Seaview. I’ll give you the whole story when you get to
“Righto, I’ll get a plane up there today, Give me
your moby number in case I need you.” I gave him my number.
“I’m driving up to Seaview as soon as I get off the
phone, where are you?” I asked.
“Sydney. When I land I’ll hire a car and meet you at
the scene of the crime and for fuck’s sake be careful, I don’t want to have to
help you both out of a hole, literally, I’ve got plenty on myself you know.”
“Sorry to break into your busy schedule, I’ll see you
then, Steve.” I didn’t wait for a comeback and hung up and walked over to the
wardrobe once more and this time I took a suitcase out and putting it on the bed
I began to pack.