Wow this will be a lot of fun! :excited:

 

Gymgirl - the fun you are talking of, is it the boat, or the pic of you on the boat...oh the fun we could have:excited:

 

Emily

“Oh don’t worry about food,” Emily said with a smile, “there’s food on board, it has a little fridge and everything, a galley, and I keep it well stocked. We can cook something nice.”

She kept the cruiser always ready for its main role, which was luring bad guys who were obstructing The Family out to sea and leaving them there. But it was a pretty cool thing to have at other times as well. Don Michele had explained it was best to be seen using it regularly so that not every trip had fewer people coming back than had set off.

They drove to the yacht club and went aboard. Emily went to the wheel and started the engines, which were the most powerful available just in case, then went back and untied the lines. They motored slowly out of the marina and she set the course South towards Biscayne.

“There are some lovely places down at Elliot Key,” she grinned at her stunning companion. God. As they cleared the Causeway she opened the throttles and felt the boat lift up onto the plane. The acceleration, the sense of speed, was something she’d never tire of.

She waved Alison onto the bench seat next to the wheel, wishing she hadn’t been so reserved with her in the café. Right now she’d love to have her hand kissed, after all. At least!

“We could anchor there and do dinner? I’m dying to know about your street doctoring. It’s a lovely place to swim, as well.”

 

I think so!!

You get the boat, Snow, and the girls come :excited:

 

Alison

"Wherever you think is the best place to anchor and eat is fine with me." Alison was starting to enjoy the warm night air, and decided to take off her jacket before sitting closer to Emily. The red tank top she had on hugged her nicely, but suddenly realized that her puffy nipples could clearly be seen pressing up against the fabric.

"There really isn't much to tell about my helping the homeless. There are some I see regularly. They are a good group of people that are really down on their luck, but there are some that are crabby that demand you give them everything. Then there are the fakes, they can be real sneaky, but if you look hard enough you can spot them. They almost always wear something that in no way they could afford. I actually saw one with a pair of new Timberland boots asking for spare change. I told him if you can afford those you don't need any of my change."

Alison crossed her legs to get more comfortable, "I am sorry I am rambling you mentioned something about swimming, that sounds nice, but I not sure right now. Maybe after we eat I will feel more like swimming."

Alison shifted in the seat to look out at the open water, when doing so she adjusted her tank top and gave a little glance over at Emily, who sure looks like she is enjoying herself driving this lovely boat. Alison gave a little smile, which was returned in kind, then Alison noticed Emily wasn't looking at her face.

"So what's on the menu, when we anchor?"

 

Oh I know that if you get the boat, the girls come and cum, only problem is my sis takes the boat away with her girlfriends before I get onboard after unloading it:excited:

 

Oh I can imagine all too well what, or should I say whom is on the menu...:excited::excited::excited:

 

Hey now don't get ahead of yourself :excited: LOL

 

Emily

“Grapefruit?” Emily replied absently, “with a strawberry?” Would they be sensitive?

“Oh.” She came to, realising she’d been staring at Alison’s delectable perky little tits. And not just staring but was busted staring, totally.

She smiled – her usual get-out-of-jail card – replaying Alison’s words at the same time as wondering if she needed to apologise. Was Alison being serious or joking with her? Having fun or being deliciously innocent? Adjusting her top too, as though to draw attention to them. Anyway:

“Well, if we’re having a starter it could be that or melon? Juice? Or there might be cumquat? I’ll have to have a peek.

Then for main course…I’m vegetarian I hope that’s OK, so there’s no rump or breast of anything or sausage or tongue kind of thing. I have a blender though so we can cream a cucumber with spice and a hot roll?

Then after we can have slit banana with sauce? Or just some nibbles? Or I have some dates I think, if we don’t mind sticky fingers.

Anyway eating with each other is the menu, one way or another, isn’t it?”

She finished with a deadpan that she knew wasn’t quite working; her eyes, for just one thing, must be a dead giveaway.

 

Ah...the fine preparation of a meal to come, pink flesh and all that is so tender and deliciously delectible...:excited:

 

Food and sex Snow, go together like...

two sexy girls lol

 

Alison

Alison grinned watching Emily almost stumble over her words. She could have sworn if she looked hard enough she just might have seen Emily drool a little. It took every ounce of energy not to burst out in laughter, then apologize for the fact that she really didn't mean to draw attention to herself.

It was rather cute though, Emily's blank stare that is, and the way she said "grapefruit" and "with a strawberry." It was almost like she was trying to describe them, rather than tell her what kind of food they were going to eat.

Definitely no grapefruit. Alison thought to herself. A nectarine maybe, but no grapefruit.

Alison continued to listen to what they maybe having when then anchor off. It almost made her wish they stopped at a restaurant. She had no problem with Emily being a vegetarian, but she was looking forward to some kind of meat course. She grew up in south Georgia, where they always ate chicken, and steaks, crawdads, and pork. She loved vegetables, but they were always considered side dishes, not the main dish, but she wasn't one to make a fuss, her momma taught her that.

"That all sounds wonderful." She told Emily as she felt the boat slowing down. It wasn't a lie. She did enjoy everything that was listed so she would have no problem eating.

Alison gave Emily a little smile, the same one she use to give to Meagan right before they would kiss. When she stood she stopped herself then walked over to the starboard side to look down into the water.

What was she doing? Clearly Emily was taken back from the small kiss on her hand earlier. Why would she want a kiss on lips? Or her cheek? Or her neck? Arm? Belly?

Alison realized she was fantasizing, but it felt like she was falling. Wait she was falling straight into the water. That brought her back to reality. She quickly swam to the surface, where she saw the boat and Emily scrambling around on the deck.

 

Emily

SPLASH!!!

God Alison had gone in! Emily rushed over…whew there she was, on the surface alright. How had she done that? Anyway…

“Here, come round to the stern,” Emily gestured, “to the swim platform…sit on it first…yes… “ She offered her hand.

Alison was back in, dripping and with her top clinging to those inviting little tits.

“Haha!” Emily laughed, “OK stand there on the boards, it'll drain no worries, and pop out of those clothes, I’ll get a towel, and I’ve got a robe you can borrow. There’s no-one around to see, just a sec…”

Emily went down into the saloon for a beach towel and her robe. It took a minute to find the towel in its drawer, then she went back up.

 

Alison

Alison stood there in total shock of what had happened. What did happened? She couldn't even tell herself, she really didn't know. All she knew now was she was dripping wet.

As Emily went below, Alison had an evil thought, well not really evil as in her mind it was playful. She quickly pulled off her shirt, shoes, and socks, and her jeans that were clinging tightly to her legs. She stood there in just her red cotton panties waiting for Emily to return with the towel and robe.

As Emily returned with towel in hand, she reached out to hand it to Alison, who stood there with a smirk on her face. Alison quickly took the towel and robe and tossed them on the floor, then even quicker grabbed Emily by the hand then pulled them both into the warm water below.

 

Emily

God! There was Alison almost naked! In red panties…looking amazing, her hair soaking but still with some body to it…her body all lean, beautifully defined…Alison with that presence to her…

How close should Emily go, handing over the towel and robe…

“Arrggghhh!” Alison had pulled her in! Shit! Haha!! Emily surfaced laughing, looking for Alison, who was playful suddenly!!

Emily reached for her automatically, then changed her mind. She swam a stroke to the swim platform, pulled herself on and stood up. She looked at Alison and slowly peeled off her clothes, until she was naked.

She was just about to dive in when her phone went! Well she HAD to answer it, always, that was the deal. Luckily it was in her jacket by the wheel. She went over to it: an email. In fact, a secure email. Oh no. Not now, surely?

She entered the passkey and it opened. It was from The Family of course. A job. She read it, looked at the photos…damn. A rush job. A guy holding a party tonight, and he had to be pts tonight. No explanation, of course, just the address, name and a photo, a timescale and priority. The priority was low, which meant ‘do not get caught’, not ‘don’t worry if it’s inconvenient’!

Shit. Double shit. She’d have to look up the address…but first she had to get Alison out of the water and tell her it was all off, in a way that wouldn’t kill off this incredible electric thing she was starting to feel. Shit.

She went over onto the swim platform and knelt down, extending her hand to indicate the idea.

“Something’s come up Alison, I’m so sorry. I have to get home quickly. I’ll run you home obviously, or wherever you like, then can we do something, maybe, tomorrow?”

She couldn’t decide what reason to offer. She didn’t want to lie. Shit. She supposed this was one of the reasons Don Michele didn’t like her getting involved with anyone. She decided not to explain it at all.

“It’s something confidential and urgent, I’m so sorry!” Leaning over she suddenly realised she was naked. Well, with her little tits that didn’t exactly make them dangle, though somehow people didn’t seem to mind.

 

Alison

Alison, really didn't want to climb back in, but seeing Emily's face told her, that it was really important. They didn't even get a chance to eat. She wondered what had happened, but didn't want to pry. It wasn't any of her business.

She climb back up into the boat and grabbed the towel that was offered to her just a few minutes before, and start to dry herself off. She peeled off her panties, then twisted them to ring out the water. Christ being naked in front of Emily was really turning her on. Strange though she really only been naked in front of Meagan, and the very few guys she had been with... well they were always in a pretty dark room. But she felt comfortable to be nude in front of Emily, even though she only really met her just a few hours ago.

"Do you think my clothes will be dry enough to sit in your car?" Alison asked as she slipped on the robe. "I really don't want to sit in your nice car soaking wet." In more ways than one she thought herself.

"I hope everything is okay. Is there anything I can help you with? If its medical... well depending on what it is I can help. Also if you need it to be confidential, I can keep my mouth shut. I mean I didn't even tell the police about the Latin Kings who shot the mobster guy from earlier. Not planning on it either."

She really didn't want to go back to her place, not yet that is. It was lonely there, and this was the most she has done in a long time. She knew the night would eventually come to an end, but why did it have to be now?

She watched Emily and her very sexy body slip on a robe, and move to wheel and start up the motor. Would she think about what Alison had just asked? Or would she just drop her off.

"I don't have a phone, so I wouldn't know how to contact you to do something tomorrow." Alison stated, as she sat down when Emily put the boat in gear and took off. Alison felt like crying, but held it in.

 

Emily

Alison was sounding quite disappointed. Emily was trying to think what to do for her, while at the same time feeling desperate to check out the job address and start planning. And Alison didn’t have a phone? A phone? What sort of life was she living?

“Oh, well, it’s not something you can help with, thanks though. My clothes are wet too…oh, I’ll call…”

Emily called the yacht club. “Hi Andy it’s Emily McPherson, hi, yes I’m fine thanks how are you? Good. I wonder if you could get me some bin liners taken over to my berth? We got wet…thanks so much Andy, appreciate it, yes you too, bye.”

Later on she’d replay Alison naked and drying her body with the towel. She smiled at her. “OK that’s the car seats taken care of.”

She set the autopilot and started getting into her wet clothes. What about the rest of it? She couldn’t take Alison back to the penthouse: she had to plan, research the guy and the address and get her guns ready and whatever else she’d need. Do her disguise and whatever.

She certainly couldn’t take Alison on the job, that might get Alison killed, by Don Michele if not the bad guys. Latin Kings? Jesus if she had connections in that direction…

“Look, er, I have no idea how long I’ll be, it might only be a couple of hours.” The address was in North Miami, not far away.

“Look, Alison, I have to be able to call you, we’re going to be friends aren’t we? We’ll pick you up a phone on the way OK? I have far too much money it’s ridiculous, you can see, so let me just lend you one, prepaid, from Walmart or whatever?

Then I’ll drop you off and call you when I’m done. Perhaps we can still have a meal or something?”

The boat was up to speed, only a few minutes from the marina. Emily sent her reply to the email, telling them she was on it.

 

Alison

Alison, sat in her apartment playing with her new phone. It had been awhile since she had one, but they were all the same really. Just different features then what she was used to. Once she had it to where she could use it easily she put it on its charger, then headed for the shower to wash off the salt water from her body.

The days events went though her head, and she couldn't believe that so much had happened, that she actually had to pinch herself to check if she was dreaming. A lot of what she had done she wouldn't normally do. She mostly thought about the boat ride, and how she fell into the water. What had happened? She really didn't have an answer.

After her shower she put her robe on, then checked her cabinets, for something to snack on. They were mostly bare, except for some bread peanut butter, some cereal, a couple of cans of tuna fish, and three boxes of generic macaroni and cheese. She had a gallon of milk in her fridge, and a jug of sweet ice tea, some mayonnaise, and an half jar of jelly.

It was all she could afford after paying bills, with her disability checks that she receives. It got her by, and she was really grateful that the utilities were included in her rent, or she would never be able to afford the apartment. She has been keeping her expenses down, so she didn't have cable TV, nor did she have a land line or cell phone. Stuff that she didn't really need to survive. Well she didn't have a cell phone until tonight when Emily bought her one. It seemed odd this beautiful woman that Alison hardly knew buying her things.

Alison decided to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to hold her over, just encase Emily was done early and was able to get a meal, and if not then she would make another then go to bed.

What was it that had Emily all flustered? Alison hope it wasn't dangerous, but then pushed it out of her mind, then popped in an old movie and laid on the couch to watch it. Before she knew it Alison, fell asleep.

 

Emily

Martinez, at 4588 Pine Tree Drive…

Emily studied the photo, then found the address on Google maps, checked out the area and zoomed in.

http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?q=mia...+Beach,+Florida+33140,+United+States&t=h&z=16

http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?q=mia...+Beach,+Florida+33140,+United+States&t=h&z=20

A big place in a prime location. Maybe $20 million. This guy must be quite senior. She checked Streetview and ‘walked’ to and fro.

http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?q=mia...noid=NZ6r5XnsYMrarV9NQPqD1A&cbp=12,59.74,,0,0

One entrance, easily guarded, and it would be. A gateway then a yard that everyone had to cross to approach the house.

Guests at this party would be carefully checked against a list…hmmm…

A vacant plot next door (at least it had been empty when the photo was taken), and a hedge…but nowhere to leave a car within running distance really, and it wasn’t an area where there were pedestrians either.

She pored over the satellite photos

Getting into parties was one of her specialities, but this one looked too difficult. It wouldn’t be one to which a girl would turn up on her own. Not on foot either or in a rental and she wasn’t going to go in her own car.

There would be trained bodyguards; and then there was the question of getting away again and not being recognised. The Family had given this a Low priority which meant it was better not to do it at all than risk getting caught or identified.

Nobody had any idea that sweet Emily McPherson the respectable interior architect was an assassin for The Family; that was the whole point. And because she understood how these bad guys were worse than animals (which are merely amoral after all) and shouldn’t have been born in the first place, she didn’t have that psycho look in her eye that gave the others away. She pts’d them humanely, so they didn’t feel a thing. Just like as a trainee vet she’d had to do it for people’s beloved pets. Everybody dies - some people better sooner than later that was all. And painlessly was what she gave to them.

Anyway…alright…from the sea then, at the bottom of the garden. It had to be. She looked at the landing stage. It looked as though it would have a clear view of the back of the house, which had a pool and a big terrace. The waterway didn’t go anywhere, it would be quiet. There was no path. Would he even bother with guards there? Would he show himself on the terrace or round the pool? Quite likely. Well, if he didn’t she’d abort the job, that’s what Don Michele would expect her to do.


At 9:30, almost dark on this Summer night, she was cruising very slowly along the waterway next to Collins. Her M16 was ready with its laser sight and 20” barrel with its suppressor, set to 3 shots; at only 70 yards the rounds would still be supersonic and would shred his medulla before he could feel a thing. Like turning off a switch.

The boat name had been changed with vinyl strips. She was wearing black, but looking respectable, so that she could fall back on her story about mistaking the landing stage for somebody else’s.

No sign of anyone around the landing stage, and no boat there…she went up and turned round, then slowed even more, gave it a touch of reverse to come to a dead stop, and let the inshore breeze blow the boat gently into the landing stage. Nobody came.

She climbed onto the cabin roof and checked it all out through the scope: a party, with kids in the pool and people drinking and talking on the well-lit terrace.

Emily waited patiently, yet ready to squeeze the trigger. Concentration was key. Focus.

It was almost 11:00 when he appeared. It was him. With no fewer than four bodyguards in dark suits. He stood still for her even, starting to give some kind of speech to his guests…

She lined up and squeezed the trigger, feeling the rifle pulse against her shoulder. In less than half a second the three shots had gone and she was moving, not checking her target – she couldn’t miss at that range - but dropping down to the cockpit, taking three steps to the wheel and starting the engines.

The shots would have been clearly heard; the suppressor couldn’t entirely silence a supersonic bullet…

She opened the throttles, not fully but half way, to get the boat moving yet not create a roar. It was painfully slow, even with these engines…then more throttle, more speed…

She was ten seconds and a hundred yards away and coming up on the plane when she heard the crack of bullets. Rifle bullets. Shit! She’d counted on them only having pistols and close-range machine pistols. What were they doing with a rifle? Well this was America: everyone and his granny had an assault rifle...

Ahhh! There was a blow to her upper arm, then BANG!!

Her head…she was woozy, falling… grabbed the thottles and pulled them back…hit the Stop button as she sank down, her legs giving way…

What was it…a near miss? Concussion? She was going…God! Would they come and finish her now? Maybe, maybe not. No boat, no leader, and they might think they’d killed her…the boat was still travelling…taking her further away…

She needed help…who? The Family? No, she’d screwed up…she couldn’t see…felt for her phone, found the on button by touch…guessed the phone icon… who’d she called last?…Alison…setting up her phone, the smartphone she’d had to talk her into accepting, and on Google+ with location and gps…pressed Dial…Alison!!

It answered…there she was…

“Alison, I…I… need…”

But then it all faded.

 

The story keeps getting better and better as it goes along; well done to the both of you.