Breaking Protocol, page 16
“I agree.”
“Well, I think you’re going to need some attention, but I need a minute, I feel all wobbly still.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Alex said soberly.
“What do you mean don’t worry about it?”
“I, uhhh, I’m okay,” Alex said.
“You’re okay?” Kara asked, confused.
“Yeah. This was amazing. Best, time, ever,” Alex said earnestly, smiling at Kara.
“You don’t want me to touch you?” Kara asked, obviously hurt and confused.
“No, I just… I don’t usually receive attention,” Alex said, trying to ease Kara’s hurt.
“Alex, I’m a little confused, you’ve been in relationships before, are you telling me that you didn’t get equal attention from your previous partners?”
“I, uhh… well…” Alex started and blushed.
Shit, this is weird…
Alex cleared her throat and tried to explain, “Well, I’ve been in an on-again off-again relationship with that psycho we met when we were picking up the USBs. And I haven’t been with anyone else since.”
“And before that?” Kara asked gently.
“Umm… kind of a similar situation,” Alex answered embarrassed. “I’ve never really been with anyone who wanted to reciprocate.”
Kara stared at Alex wide-eyed. “Umm, okay, so… have you ever…?”
“I’ve had an orgasm before,” Alex interrupted in a defensive voice.
“With someone?” Kara asked, and Alex turned several shades of red. “You went to college – how is this even possible?!”
Alex shrugged and snuggled her body into Kara’s, “Does it matter?”
“Hell yes it matters,” Kara almost shouted. “When you are in a relationship with someone, both people are supposed to be satisfied emotionally and physically.”
“I am satisfied,” Alex said earnestly.
“No honey, you’re not,” Kara stated matter-of-factly and pushed herself up onto her elbow.
“Oh, you’re so sure?” Alex asked dubiously.
Kara stared into Alex’s eyes and put her hand on Alex’s chest, feeling her heartbeat. She caressed the soft skin of Alex’s breasts until her nipples tightened again, then her stomach, then her thighs, until her hand was resting just above Alex’s loins.
I’m scared.
“I’m scared,” Alex whispered to Kara.
“You don’t have anything to be scared of,” Kara assured her with a smile. She kissed Alex languidly at first, then as she began to touch Alex’s most delicate parts, the kiss turned more passionate, more wet, and more intense.
Alex cried out in shock when Kara found her most sensitive bit with a moist fingertip, and gasped in painful ecstasy when Kara dipped her fingers into her wetness. And then when Kara began rhythmically fucking her, Alex’s mind went blank. She couldn’t hang onto a single thought, her vision blurred, her ears rang, her stomach tightened, and she cried out in shock and relief when she came.
When Alex opened her eyes, she saw Kara looking down at her lovingly and asked, “Do you feel better?”
Alex didn’t respond, instead she pulled Kara down – hard – onto her chest and squeezed her tightly for several minutes. Kara eventually pulled back, wiped tears that had fallen from Alex’s pinched shut eyes, peppered her face with kisses, and then snuggled back into Alex’s embrace.
“It’s supposed to be easy like this,” she said to Alex.
“I guess it can be,” Alex said in wonderment.
Goodnight, Sweetheart, Goodnight
For the rest of the night, their room was filled with whispered confessions, soft laughter, and sexy noises that would turn on even the most chaste of priests.
“Where did you get this scar?” Kara whispered, to Alex tracing her fingertips along the puckered skin of her stomach.
“This, this was from when I was a beat cop,” Alex explained, and Kara’s eyes widened. “Don’t get too excited, I was chasing down a parole violator – climbed over a fence and caught the top of some barbed wire. It was not a pretty sight, but it looks pretty cool now. Yanno, chicks dig scars.” She winked at Kara playfully.
“We do…” Kara kissed said scar gently, “Still, you have a pretty dangerous job.”
“That’s true, but I have to tell you, this week has been the most dangerous week I’ve ever had. It’s not normally like this.”
“Riiiiight, cops never get shot at or hurt,” Kara said sarcastically.
“Yeah, we’re made of steel like Superman, haven’t you heard?”
“I dunno,” Kara said gently touching Alex’s breast, “Seems to me you have some soft spots. Spots I’m really into exploring.”
The both laughed and kissed less passionately than before but more meaningfully.
“You are so unexpected, Kara.”
“You are so sweet, Alex.”
“What do you think is going to happen?” Kara asked in a whisper, bringing them back to the insanity of the last few days.
“Honestly, I think the FBI is going to take that USB, do some investigative work, and arrest the sonsabitches that are responsible for this whole thing. And I hope they nail the chief’s ass right along with the senator.”
“So – why did you boobytrap the camp?”
“So that we could both rest easy. There’s no way anyone is getting in here without making some noise, and since neither one of us has a dog, we’re relying on beer bottles and bear traps.”
“It’s your just-in-case protocol?”
“Exactly. Always be prepared…” Alex said again.
“Seriously, were you a boy scout?” Kara laughed and prodded Alex in the side.
“HA! No, raised by one though.”
“That’ll do it.” Kara took a short breath and said, “So, what do you think is going to happen with us?”
“Besides dodging bullets, sleeping in flea bag motels, and having shouting matches with a politician in public?” Kara nodded. “Whatever we want to happen.”
“Okay, what do you want to happen?”
“I want you.”
“For how long?”
Alex regarded Kara seriously for a moment – mentally going over the pros and cons of answering this question.
Do you tell a woman you pretty much just met you love her? No.
Do you run like hell in the opposite direction after you’ve met your soulmate? No.
Can I avoid answering this question? No.
She’s sexy, smart, funny, amazing… has her shit together…
What do I have to lose here?
“For however long you’ll have me,” Alex said finally.
“Deal.” Kara said, kissing the tip of Alex’s nose playfully before being pulled into a bearhug and enjoying a barrage of kisses all over her face.
Eventually they stopped talking, curled around one another, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
Shhhhhhhhh! – It Hit The Fan
“AAAAAAAAAAARRRGHHHHHHH!”
Both women shot up out of the bed like they had been struck by lightning.
“Holy shit! Was that–” Kara started to ask in an almost inaudible whisper.
Alex put her finger to her lips, closed her eyes, and strained to listen. Unfortunately, all she could hear was the pounding of her heartbeat in her head and the high pitched whine of tinnitus. As Alex’s breath slowed, the heartbeats became less loud and the high pitched whine silenced. Alex kept her finger pressed to her lips, and she shifted into a more crouched sitting position.
**** Snap, Crack, Pop ****
Hearing twigs snapping outside, Alex put her lips to the shell of Kara’s ear, “Get dressed. Try not to make any noise.”
Kara nodded in understanding and immediately pulled her clothes on as quietly as she possibly could.
Alex inched around the room dressing silently, while trying to avoid being seen from the window. She grabbed her phone off the desk and peered out into the inky blackness of the night – squinting into the darkness to try and improve her night vision. She saw nothing, but heard, “It’s my leg man. The crazy bitch set a fucking bear trap.”
Alex got Kara’s attention and pulled her into the panic room. On her way, she grabbed her cell phone, slid in the Sim Card, and rebooted her phone. She then flicked several switches – turning on all the hidden cameras – and suddenly the dark panic room was lit with black and white screens showing every room in the house and every exterior doorway. Alex stared at the screens intently. She flipped on another switch and dim fairy lights lit up the panic room a bit more.
Alex turned to a now well-lit cabinet and started pulling out necessary items.
“This is a bullet proof vest – put it on.” She passed the vest to Kara. She pulled out a handgun and checked to see if it was loaded, “This is an XD-9 – it’s loaded and ready to fire – the safety is off. All you have to do is pull the trigger, got it?”
Kara nodded, “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Kara asked as she watched Alex pull on another bulletproof vest, grab a scary-looking knife, and check another handgun for bullets.
“I am going to go make a phone call,” Alex said.
“There’s a phone right here,” Kara said picking up the landline only to find it dead, “Oh.”
“Yeah, see this light here,” Alex pointed to a dimly lit green bulb, “This means we’re operating on battery power. And this,” she said pointing to another bulb that was not lit, “means they cut the phone line as well.”
“So just use your cell,” Kara stammered. “Please don’t leave me alone in here.”
Alex held up her cellphone to Kara and it read “no service.”
“Look, their cell blocker probably only has a specific range of maybe 300 yards, so if I get far enough away from the house I can alert someone to what is happening, okay?”
Kara nodded and swallowed with an audible gulp.
“Just stay in here. I’m going to be okay. I know where all the traps are and I know these woods like the back of my hand. Don’t let anyone in here, that includes me. The signal that everything is okay and it’s safe to come out is the phrase – Dexter’s come home.”
“Now, just press this button when I leave and the door will shut and lock behind me. It can’t open from the outside at that point – so you’re completely safe. If something happens to me, you wait until these fuckers leave and then you press this button again to get out. Okay?” Kara stared at Alex in terror, “Just breathe.”
“Okay.” Kara’s eyes filled with tears and she clung to Alex. “Just come back to me,” she said with her lips pressed to Alex’s.
“I will.” Alex looked deeply into Kara’s eyes, “I promise.” And with that, she backed out of the room and Kara shut the door behind her.
Slicing Through Your Problems
Alex stood outside the door and waved at the hidden camera. She knew that Kara was staring at her on one of the monitors.
I can’t fucking believe that I have to just leave her in that room. What the fuuuuuuuuuck?! At least she’s safe in there… just move and call for help.
Alex had just started to make her way out of the master bedroom when she heard a beer bottle smash on tile, and a deep, male voice whispered a vicious, “Fuck!”
Knowing that she only had a few moments before the intruders started to explore the upstairs, Alex opened a large double-sided sliding door cabinet. One of the doors faced the interior of the master bedroom while the other faced into the hall and down to the first floor. She eased herself into the oversized cabinet, slid the door closed behind her, and ever so gently cracked open the door in front of her so she could see out into the hallway. There was no sound for was seemed like several minutes.
What the fuck are they doing down there??
Then, Alex heard the unmistakable sound of glass bits being crushed under shoes and two hushed male voices.
“Well fuck! If they didn’t know we were here with that scream, they know we’re here now.”
“Shut up Joe, we don’t even know if they are in the fucking house.”
“Oh yeah, cuz who would stay in this house when there were so many other options, like camping.”
“Hey man, they’re dykes. Dykes love to camp.”
“Shut the fuck up. Let’s find them and get the fuck out of here, being this far away from civilization is creepy.”
“Yeah, what the fuck are we going to do with the Gunther situation? His leg is totally fucked up.”
“We’re gonna handle it.”
Sounds like Joe is in charge. I wonder if that’s the Broncos fan from the bar? Like it matters… think!
That’s two men thus far… plus Gunther who isn’t going anywhere – thank you bear traps. So, three. Really, three guys? That’s it?
Just then a radio squealed.
“Yeah, Joe, we got Gunther back in the car – you just about done?”
“Negative,” Joe responded, “we haven’t encountered them yet, get your asses back out here.”
“Roger that, over.”
“I’m surrounded by fucking morons. Come on Paul, let’s go round up the girls.” Joe ordered.
Then there was no more talking. Just footsteps, crunching glass, and doors being opened and closed.
Alex flexed her grip on the Ka-Bar knife in her left hand and positioned her XD-9 in her right hand, readying herself for someone opening the cabinet door from the hall.
There are more than two guys – you want everyone to know if you take them out?
Alex heard one set of footsteps making their way up to the second floor, then a second set started up. She quickly switched hands. She would attack first with the Ka-Bar and then with the gun – if necessary. She squinted out the cracked cabinet door trying to catch a glimpse of what and who she was dealing with.
Once both sets of feet had made it to the second floor, Alex heard, “You go left, I go right.”
I’m guessing Joe.
Slowly the feet eased their way down the hall in opposite directions. As the footsteps progressed past Alex’s hiding spot, she placed the gun on the floor of the cabinet and eased silently out.
This is really happening… Fuck… just deal with this and move onto the next problem. Plenty of time for therapy afterwards – Dr. Lisa will be thrilled.
In stocking feet, Alex crept quickly and quietly behind the man and waited until he had reached the threshold to the master bedroom. Then, she clamped her left hand over his mouth while simultaneously pulling the Ka-Bar hard against and into his neck. Warm, dark liquid poured over Alex’s knife wielding hand and a wet, gurgling sound escaped “Joe’s” throat as he went limp.
Alex pulled him into the master bedroom and eased him onto the floor, wiped the now sticky Ka-Bar on the man’s pants, and quickly retrieved her gun from the cabinet. She paused to listen when she got to her gun.
Now where did Mr. “Dykes love camping” get to?
For a few moments all Alex could hear once again was the thumping of heartbeat and a high-pitched whine brought on by adrenalin. After a few deep breaths, there was no sound. She started to ease herself back into the cabinet and wait for the second man to wander past her hidey hole, but then decided against being that lucky twice.
She pulled herself out of the cabinet but stayed low and close to the wall as she silently crept towards the other bedrooms. She heard a strange sound in the second bedroom. A deep and loud inhalation noise came from bedroom number two.
Is this guy getting high? Is he huffing something?
She eased along the hallway until she made it to the doorway, and when she peered around the doorjamb into the room – she couldn’t believe her eyes.
Pervs and Panties
The second man was rifling through drawers, pulling out underwear, placing them on his face and inhaling deeply.
Jeeeezuz fuuuuuucking chriiiiiiiiiist. This fucking guy?! Really?!
“Oh yeah… the good stuff…” He said quietly to himself.
Alex eased away from the open doorway and tried to think of a way to play this. Did she have to kill this scumbag or was there another way?
She heard more grunting coming from the bedroom and then a burst of satisfactory laughter.
Oh my fucking gawd – what is he doing now?
She poked her head around the corner and saw that the idiot had a bra on over his clothing, underwear on this face, he had reached into his trousers and was touching himself. His gun, Alex saw, had been tossed on the bed and now was underneath the underwear drawer’s contents, at least seven feet from where he was pleasuring himself.
Alex acted quickly and silently. Gun in her right hand, she ran into the room and popped the perv on the side of the head with the butt of her gun. He made a mewling noise and fell face first on the edge of the bed.
What a fucking sight this is…
The man still had his hand down his pants, a bra on, and was now face down in the pile of underwear.
I think I’ll tell mom that she needs to get new underthings for camp.
Alex used the other brassieres to tie up the unconscious creep. As she tied up the perv she whispered to him, “Did you know you were sniffing an old, straight, married lady’s underwear? No you didn’t, did you? You sicko. By the way,” she said stuffing a gag in the perv’s mouth, “I fucking hate camping.”
He started to come out of his unconscious state, and Alex pulled the gag out of his mouth. “How many more of you are there?” she asked, slapping him in the face.
He just smiled a smug, entitled asshole smile at her.
“Really? You’re not going to be helpful? How odd. B.T. Dubbs – those undies – are my mom’s. She’s 75 and has colitis. Anything you’ve got on or in your face has probably been shat on several times.”
His smug smile slowly morphed into a look of horror as Alex shoved the gag back into his mouth. She retightened all of his restraints and started back toward the hallway to listen for the second wave of baddies.
Mr. Pervie started wriggling violently around on the floor attempting to get loose so Alex strode quietly back into the room and slammed him in the head, this time much harder, knocking him unconscious once again. She spied a radio attached to the perv’s hip and snagged it, but turned the volume low so as to not alert anyone to her location.
