Bianca renewed her efforts as she gripped the base of my cock, squeezing it, while bobbing her head up and down on it with abandon. My eyes nearly rolling in the back of my head, I fought like hell not to lose my concentration. My fingers went to town on the keyboard while Bianca attacked my cock just as fast.
It felt like I was trying to lift a mountain with my mind, trying to focus through the waves of pleasure rolling through my body as I barely hung on.
There!
I found it.
The file was exactly where Anonymous surmised it would be — hidden deep where it would never see the light of day. I started the download to my flash drive.
The progress bar slowly started picking up speed as I typed code to set up a wall to block any prying eyes.
1…
One fourth of the way.
Bianca was acting like she was the cock gobbler, trying her hardest to make me come, gargling and gagging on my cock.
2…
Halfway…
I swear she was trying out for the dick-sucking Olympics, stroking my eight inches with both hands and trying her best to take it all the way down her throat, but failing.
3…
Almost there. The loading bar was almost completely full.
Bianca’s efforts were paying off. A fire was building in my loins and I feared I would blow my load.
4…
The video finished, but not before a message popped up on my screen.
Who is this?
Fuck!
I came. Hard. I let the orgasm wash over me as Bianca greedily took every drop. And then I jumped up and slammed my laptop screen down, enraged.
“You stupid bitch!” I yelled, stuffing my now half hard cock back into my boxers. I knew whoever sent the message had already latched on to my location — all thanks to her. It was time to get the hell out of dodge.
“You almost ruined my fucking plan!”
Climbing unsteadily to her feet, Bianca looked shocked in the face of my wrath. “What did I do wrong?” she asked.
I started to yell at her and tell her how badly she fucked things up, but then I thought better of it. She had no clue what I was doing — wouldn’t even understand a word I was saying — and it was all my fault for keeping her around when I knew I had business to take care of.
“Nothing,” I muttered, walking over to my dress pants from the previous evening and quickly slipping them on. “Listen, babe. It’s been great. But I gotta’ run.”
“Where are you going?” Bianca asked, her voice shaky as she wiped at her pretty little face.
“Away,” I replied as I slipped on my dress shirt, leaving the buttons undone. I needed to get to a safe house fast, but that wasn’t going to be enough. While I trusted some people within Anonymous, I knew that even some of its members could be compromised. Someone had caught me, though who that someone was, I had no idea. And this information was too explosive to let fall into the wrong hands.
Since I was caught in the act, I needed someone that I could completely trust — and I knew just the person. If I could just find her, I thought.
“Will I ever see you again?” Bianca asked.
I stopped for a moment to study her. While the sex had been good, there was no reason for me to ever see her again. She was hot and all, but as dumb as a sack of potatoes.
“Probably not,” I replied coldly.
Not sparing her another glance, I grabbed my laptop and walked out.
Madeline
“Razor’s on the move!” I snapped. “Find him.”
I paced back and forth in the small living room of our apartment building that sat over a local meat shop as I watched my on-again-off-again boyfriend, if you could call it that, try to track down my most hated enemy.
“Calm down, Maddy,” Andre muttered as his fingers moved with lightning speed across his keyboard. “I’m looking for him.” Andre was a big guy, dirty blonde hair, and massive shoulders. He reminded me of one of those Nordic berserker warriors from an age bygone.
I scowled at the big lout like he was the biggest village idiot on the planet. “What do you mean you’re looking for him? You should’ve already had his location by now!” I screamed.
Andre winced at the piercing sound of my voice and spared an irritated glare my way. “Jesus, Maddy, will you calm the fuck down? You’re bout’ to blow out my fucking eardrum.”
It was difficult quelling the urge to leap across the room and slap him across the face.
Those anger management classes aren’t helping one bit, I thought bitterly.
I knew I was being a bit unhinged, but I couldn’t help myself. I hated Razor. Hated him with a passion.
I sucked in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Sorry,” I said quietly. “I just don’t want to lose him this time.”
Andre didn’t answer and started typing even faster than before, his face scrunching with intensity. I leaned forward, waiting, hoping. “Damn it!” He shouted suddenly, slamming his hand down on his keyboard. “He’s gone.”
Yelling with rage, I grabbed my purse off of the couch and sent it hurling across the room.
“How could you let him get away you big idiot?” I hissed. “You said you had him.”