Chapter 19 — Judy’s Job

It was noon on Monday. Sam and Judy lay next to each other in Judy’s bed, naked, watching TV, and sharing a pint of ice cream.

“Well, this is certainly decadent," Sam said. “I haven’t had ice cream in years, and certainly not while lying in bed in the afternoon, watching TV.”

Judy draped a leg over Sam’s thighs and wiggled her ass against her. “Not to mention just fucking your brains out”.

“Oh, no. I’m used to that," Sam said.

Judy immediately rolled on top of Sam and began tickling her. The two women laughed loudly and began wrestling and tickling each other. The ice cream was dropped and forgotten until Sam rolled over it.

“Oh, my Gods! That’s fucking cold," Sam cried. She rolled on top of Judy and ended the wrestling match by easily pinning her arms down. “I guess we’ll have to wash the sheets now.”

“In time," said Judy. “It’s not like we hadn’t already made them dirty. Move the carton over to the nightstand, Sir, and let me lick you clean first.”

Just then the sound of a phone ringing drifted out of the top drawer of the nightstand. “Sorry, Babe, I’ve got to get that," said Judy, shrugging Sam off of her. She took the cell phone and quickly walked out of the bedroom.

Sam rose and walked towards the master bathroom to rinse the ice cream off of her lower back. She would return with a towel and clean up the gooey mess in the bed before it soaked down to the mattress. As she approached the bathroom, she heard Judy answer the phone, “State your business” ... “Not me, but I can ask the policeman standing behind me if he needs one” ... “Hello, Steve.”

When Judy returned Sam was in bed, stretched out on a large bath towel she had placed over the wet spot. “Do you notice anything different?” Sam said.

Judy stood there, staring for a moment, then broke out laughing. “Oh, my! You have two nipples now. I bet one of them tastes just like ice cream. Let me see, is it this one?” she said, lowering her mouth and pulling the nipple into it, sucking hard while she pressed it against the roof of her mouth. “No, that one tastes like Sam. Let’s try the other one.”

Twenty minutes later the two women lay sweaty, entwined, and exhausted. “I’m totally fucked-out," said Sam. “I’m going to have to keep well hydrated, so I don’t pass out on you, you sexy little mink.”

“Oh, I’m spent too, Sam. But it’s a good feeling. I like getting exhausted with you," said Judy as she rolled over to spoon Sam. She caressed Sam’s breast. “If I’m not being too nosey, how did you lose your nipple? It doesn’t bother me, I’m just curious.”

“It was a revenge beating from back in basic training. The girl I defeated for the championship in hand-to-hand combat hired two guys to work me over. They bit the nipple so badly it got infected and had to be removed. That’s not the worst thing they did either. They violated me every way you can think of, and then some. I was in the hospital for months, recovering.”

“Holy shit, Sam. That’s terrible. I’m sorry. No wonder you prefer women.”

“Shit happens," Sam replied. “Actually, you’re only the second woman I’ve ever been with. Although come to think of it, you’re right. I’ve only been with women since the beating.”

“Really? Only two? Which do you like better, men or women?” asked Judy. “You can be honest with me.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I like men. But they are just so obsessed with their dicks. They forget all of the other ways to share pleasure.”

Judy pressed herself against Sam. “I agree completely. Daddy. You have a solid grasp on energy exchange, a talented tongue, and magical hands. And we have barely begun to explore the other parts of your body.”

They lay together for a while. Judy felt Sam’s breathing becoming more regular. There was something she wanted to discuss before they drifted off to sleep together. “So, you’re all trained in combat techniques and stuff?” she asked.

“Yeah," replied Sam, who was sleepy but still felt like bragging a little to this sexy woman next to her. “I’m certified in several different hand-to-hand techniques, about a dozen different weapons, explosives, computer hacking, and I speak French and Arabic.”

Judy’s adrenaline level jumped a couple of notches. “You know, Sam, we should partner up. I have job contacts from all over the country. I’m good at the administrative stuff and buying things and babysitting agents and shit like that, but I can’t travel much and have absolutely no interest in violence of any kind. I have a gun and I know how to use it, of course, but I’ve never even pointed it at anybody.”

“Maybe we could partner," said Sam. “I’ve been thinking about becoming an independent contractor. Maybe fate brought us together. What sort of work do you think you could get me?”

“Well, right now I just get the simple shit, like I said. But once I advertise that we do full service, we’ll be rolling in work.”

“Was that a job call you just got?” Sam asked.

“Uh-huh. I’m supposed to steal a rental truck and leave it at a motel down by the airport. Do you want to come with me? You could be my bodyguard. It would be fun to work together, and this way I don’t have to worry about shuttle buses or taxis. I’ll split the fee with you 50/50.”

Sam snuggled back against Judy. “Only if you let me buy you a present with my half of the money. I don’t want to horn in on a job you set up for yourself.”

“Well, if you twist my arm, I’ll let you buy me a present. No, tie me up, blindfold me, spank me, and then twist my arm," she laughed.

“So, do you know what they need the truck for?” Sam asked.

“No. With this type of work, you don’t ask questions. I was told to get a fifteen-foot box truck tomorrow. There will be a package delivered here tomorrow morning. I am to drive the truck to the motel before 3:00 in the afternoon, open the package and follow the directions inside, then make sure everything is wiped clean of fingerprints. That’s all I know.”

Sam was worried that this had something to do with the terrorist threat in the region, but she would wait until tomorrow to discuss that with Judy. “That’s fine. I’ll learn to get my curiosity under control. But I will tell you this. I don’t like hurting innocent people. I won’t take a job like that, and if I find out a job is like that, I’ll quit the contract, or maybe even go rogue. Okay?”

“You’re still recovering from Kim, huh?” Judy asked, kissing Sam on the neck.

“No, actually I’ve always been like that. Sometimes I just didn’t pay enough attention to who was innocent and who wasn’t. I’m going to be more careful from now on.”