Hi everyone! This story is going to be written by me and another member, as a type of role play. You will get two different view points from our characters. I am not sure where this might lead to, but I am excited to see where it will go. I hope everyone enjoys it.




Alison woke up with a startle, and a quick scream. She looked around the room, as she realized it had been all a dream.

It was those dreams that haunted her since she returned from her duty in Afghanistan. Even though they were starting to fade away they always seemed to come back and to remind her that she is all alone in this world.

The flashbacks of her love, the same person who talked Alison into joining the army, so it would help pay for her to continue medical school, being killed in front of her, had Alison fighting back tears as the morning sun started to peak though the blinds.

She got out of bed and walked her self to the bathroom. After relieving herself, she stood in front of the mirror over the sink, forcing herself to smile at her reflection. She had a beautiful face with her sparkling blue eyes that had a lot of people mesmerized.

Alison continued to smile at her reflection, something that she learned to do in her group therapy. It was something as small as smiling at herself that seemed to help her though the days, especially the ones she wakes up from a flashback.

She opened the medicine cabinet and reaches for the container of pills marked Prozac. Opening it and getting the proper dosage, she grab the glass next to facet, ran the water and swallowed it down.

Then she quickly washed her face and put her blonde hair up in a loose ponytail. Walking out of the bathroom and pulling off her shirt and shorts she had worn for bed, Alison looked around her room for her sports bra.

She didn't normally like wearing a bra, since her breast were so small. In fact and A cup was actually a little too big on her, but what she did have was nipples that puffed out. They didn't bother her too much when she wore loose fitting shirts, but she was getting ready to go out jogging on the beach, and Alison didn't want her shirt chaffing her nipples as she jogged.

Determined to have a good day today, she wanted it to start out good, and everyday she considered good she always started her day out with a jog on the beach before people started to crowd them. After finding her sports bra, she quickly put on an old beat up T-shirt and a pair of gym shorts, grabbed her MP3 player, and headed out the door.

Wishing she could afford better running clothes, as she jogged down the street towards the beach, she remembered her job offer that promised to pay her heavily. Being 24 and only having enough schooling to make her a medic in the army, and not much of a working experience outside of that didn't leave her much options.

Alison spent a lot of time on the streets, helping, and bandaging up the homeless when they get into a scuffle or if they accidentally hurt themselves. That's where a guy well more of a street thug, had offered her a job to be a medic for this underground fight, that was happening tonight.

She knew it was illegal, but didn't care. This man offered her a lot of money, and even payed her some upfront, to do what she use to do with bullets flying over her head. "It shouldn't be too hard." She thought to herself as her songs on the MP3 changed over.

South Beach Miami, was really quiet this morning. Being up this early Ali didn't see too many people, maybe and occasional guy with a metal detector trying to find gold, and a few other joggers, but other than that it was like a ghost town, with all the heavy partiers still sleeping.

As she continued down the beach trying to put her past memories out of her head, she noticed someone else jogging towards her. Again this wasn't uncommon, but most of them were middle aged men trying to stay fit for all the young college girls that come here on spring break. No this was very athletic looking woman, she may be just a few inches taller than Alison, but she was a beauty to look at for anybody. Ali felt a bit of envy as she notice her wearing a nice running outfit, a tank top and shorts made of Lycra that hugged her body so well.

Alison couldn't help herself as they pass she turned and jogged backwards a few steps to watch this stranger's ass sway back and forth. Ali bit her lower lip, and squeezed her legs together, and since she had reached her halfway point kept following this sexy lady.

 

Alison (left/top) and Emily:

 

Emily

Emily took the lift back up to her penthouse, feeling good as usual after her early morning run along the beach. Breakfast beckoned: muesli with sliced banana perhaps? Then a nice sluicing shower to follow; pick her clothes for the day – mmmm maybe that new Hugo Boss skirt suit? Take her time with her makeup, and the quick fun run in the M3 to her day job.

Quick weigh: 114 pounds - spot on. Just right for 5'7 with her frame that had some width to it but not a lot of depth. Not too much muscle, just toned. It was important to stay in shape wasn’t it? Not that she could say why she felt that quite so strongly, for some reason, but it mattered for her real job, for one thing - most of the bad guys that The Family assigned to her were men, and it did help if they followed her hopefully onto her cruiser so she could just put them to sleep and sink them a few miles offshore with no fuss.

In the shower she found herself thinking about that blonde on the beach, who’d rather blatantly been eyeing her up! And had even turned and followed her!

Not that it was all that unusual to be followed, to be honest, but normally it was if it was later and busier and it was some young guy trying it on. This time it’d been a girl - or woman perhaps would be more appropriate somehow - who you would have thought was gorgeous enough not to need to be going for desperate pickups on the beach!

Though to be fair she herself had done that more than once: picked up a girl on the beach. Well, girls picking up girls could be problematic, so sometimes you just had to make the effort, even if your looks were playing in your favour.

Emily didn’t do it by literally chasing after one though! More usually it was with her Hobiecat, cruising onto the beach next to a girl and seeing if a conversation started. Quite often a ride on the sailboat followed, and then sometimes a visit to her apartment followed after that.

Mostly, these days, it was a younger girl, she had to admit. Don Michele and The Family hadn’t exactly said so, but that’s what they seemed to prefer, rather than someone nearer her own twenty-eight. Well, the guys at the café liked them that way, at least! And The Family was what mattered wasn’t it? The people who were with her, all around her after every job, providing everything…six years now since she’d taken a year out of her Veterinary Science course back in New Zealand to travel, met that nice young man in California, seen the light, then been flown over and given this way of improving things for everyone: removing bad guys and stopping them impeding The Family’s drive to build and make things better for everyone with these great projects around Miami.

And if the girls she picked up didn’t last, well after all it was only to be expected that after a while any impressionable young girl would be tempted away by those cool Italian dudes hanging at the café with their shades and sharp suits…so helping them all meet up was a service to The Family that she was happy to perform, naturally.

Anyway…enough daydreaming. The blonde hadn’t actually said anything and when Emily had got back to her apartment block and looked round she’d disappeared. End of.

So. Off to work now, at the architects' that nobody knew was a Family enterprise. Just a last check round her apartment in case any potential clients had to be shown round this quite cool (in Emily’s opinion) example of her interior architect expertise. She hoped her colleague Frank wasn’t still worried about his fifteen-year-old son Sam and the company he was keeping; she’d have to ask. If he was worrying Emily would do anything she could, obviously. Especially if Frank’s daughter Chrissie was still involved trying to help her little brother.

 

Hats off to the two of you, this story is one I will follow.:excited:

 

Thanks Snow, hopefully it will be fun!

 

Most welcome; have fun as well. By the way are you planning on entering the CAW (curious only on my part)? I have a short scene in mine in which a entitly declares "I am Optimus Prime..."

 

Thank you Snow! I hope to get the next part up soon, not sure when but I am hoping soon.

 

As Alison entered back into her apartment, happy with her morning jog. She thought about it as she poured herself a bowl of cereal. Then suddenly it hit her, she had realized she had a smile that she wasn't forcing out in front of the mirror. Ali was actually happy, and thought it was from the girl on the beach.

No not a girl a woman, with a great tone figure and an ass that had her mesmerized as she followed her.

"Shit!" Ali said aloud. "I hope she didn't notice I was staring at her."

She thought about it for a moment then let it pass. No use worrying about something like that now. A woman like that maybe use to people staring at her.

She finished her cereal and heading towards the bathroom taking off her shirt and bra and throwing them behind her as she walked. Ali was looking forward to a nice shower. Turning on the water to let it warm up, she pulled down her shorts and panties.

Looking down and noticing a little wet spot in the panty, Ali remembered squeezing her legs she she first turned to look at the beautiful creature that was jogging on the beach with her.

Climbing into the shower and feeling the warm water hit her body, Ali closed her eyes and just let the water hit her back. Oh it felt nice like it had been a week since she last had a hot shower, but in reality it was just yesterday.

Ali's eyes quickly opened as she felt a hand between her legs. Looking down and seeing it was her own hand, and was confused on how it got there. She removed her hand and on doing so brushed a finger along her clit. It had been a long time since she felt these kinds of feelings. Not wanting it to end so suddenly, Ali put her right middle finger between her slit and with a slow up and down motion rubbed her clit.

Thoughts of her love Meagan filled her head, but those were sad memories, and not ones that would help a person get off. Her thoughts quickly shifted to the butt cheeks that danced in front of her just an hour ago. Ali's hand began to move faster as the thought of a stranger touching her excited her even more. Not sure where these thoughts were coming from, Ali decided to just go with it, and enjoy.

Enjoy she did, moving her finger faster on her clit then moving one inside her with her other hand. Its been awhile but she remembered what she liked, as she began to finger herself faster and faster with each thrust she then entered another finger into her tight pussy. It hurt but only for a second as the pleasure outweighed it.

Then an old familiar feeling began to surface as her legs began to shake and her moans began to fill the room. Ali continued rubbing her clit as she held the two fingers inside her pussy. As the orgasm started to subside Alison removed her fingers and washed up.

After the shower she got dressed in her normal street clothes and headed off to do her rounds with the homeless.

"Hmm maybe with some of the money I will make tonight I will buy a shower messager." She said to herself smiling at the idea as she walked out the door.

 

Emily

Emily said Hi to Frank and everyone as she walked into the big open-plan office. As usual everyone smiled back at her except Jimmy, the awkward 23-year-old who had been looking at her but looked bashfully away when she smiled in his direction.

She made a coffee, answered her emails, and started sourcing some wall lights for her current project; then after half an hour a new email arrived: from Jimmy.

“Hey how about a meal tonight?” it said, as though it was a regular and casual thing instead of something that he was desperate and terrified about. And as though he was miles away instead of a few yards. So far nobody had explained to him that she was off-limits, and he seemed to think that because she was single he HAD to ask her out.

Well it was best to be direct, put them out of their misery and not patronise them or leave them hanging. She went over. “Thanks for the invite Jimmy but I don’t date guys from work, sorry.” She gave him a smile and moved on. He seemed almost relieved!


At least, that’s what Emily thought until just after lunch while she was listening to Frank’s anxieties about his son Sam. Sam had been refusing to come home with his sister after school, and instead had been disappearing off somewhere until late in the evening; and he was only fifteen. Emily, who unlike Frank could come and go as she pleased, was half way through offering to go and pick them up when the glass doors to the office shattered in a hail of automatic gunfire!

Everyone dived for the floor as bullets zinged through the office, ripping through partitions, monitors and seats. The firing paused and Emily heard a scream, then a terrible groan.

“I know you all hate me!” she heard Jimmy’s yell, “well take this!” There was another burst of fire, which brought down some of the ceiling. It ended with a click. Then there were sounds of panting and metal-on-metal. He was reloading!

Emily tried to adjust to this war zone that had suddenly descended on her nice peaceful office. This incredible noise and deadly danger.

Jimmy? What? Why?
Oh God, surely it wasn’t about HER?? That was too absurd.
Where was he? Was he just going to walk round killing people? She couldn’t just lie here and let him…but what could she do?
Well Jimmy was a 23-year-old guy right? God! It was all there was...

Quick! She slipped her jacket off and undid some buttons on her blouse. Quick! Reached up to her desk drawer for her scissors, cut through her bra straps and pulled the bra off. Quick! Rubbed her nipples…they wouldn’t really come up in this situation but the blouse was nice and thin at least, you could see her nipples pretty clearly. Quick! Where WAS he? She did up some buttons leaving three undone - too tarty and obvious – Quick! Two undone showing the insides of her tits; at least her B’s were high and perky, quite jutting even.

“Jimmy!” she called “Stop shooting! I love you! I’m going to stand up, alright? Don’t shoot! I love you, I didn’t know how to say it! Don’t shoot, OK, I want to talk to you!”

She took a deep breath, wondering if it would be her last, and made herself stand up.

“I love you Jimmy!” she kept going emotionally, “I did the moment I saw you! But…I was scared!! I was in love once before, and I was hurt! Terribly hurt!”

The main thing was what Jimmy wanted to hear, right? If he wanted to believe, he would. He wanted her, and respect. Love – everybody wanted love – and respect.

She carried on, finding it surprisingly easy to translate terror and desperation into something that just sounded emotional. “I LOVE you, I didn’t mean to reject you I was just trying to protect myself, from being hurt again! Let me come and show them! Show them all how I love you!

“Look, I’m not hiding anything!”

As though proving she wasn’t carrying a gun she started undoing the remaining buttons of her blouse. Hopefully Jimmy would be a bit mesmerised – enough guys stared at her on the beach, didn’t they? The blonde beauty this morning…

She forced herself to work slowly. Her blouse came open, just a bit, and she started on her skirt. When it was undone she pulled her shoes off, let her skirt fall and stepped out of it, moving forwards as she did so.

Now she was in her open blouse, which was a bit see-through, and her panties, which were just her ordinary white ones but luckily she did like them on the small side in the bikini style. Just as well her legs didn’t need tights!

She took a slow pace towards Jimmy, lifting one hand to sweep her blouse off one shoulder as she did so.

“You see, Jimmy? I’m not carrying anything and I love you!”

The blouse slipped down her arm to just above her elbow, leaving the front on that side poised tantalisingly on the end of her tit.

Jimmy was gazing at her, entranced.

Emily took the final step and thrust two fingers hard into his eyes. As hard as she could. It felt terrible, but she had to stop him and this was the only way.

Jimmy screamed and covered his eyes with his hands, dropping the gun and curling up. Three guys from down the office rushed him and in a moment her was down on the floor.

Emily took a step back and looked at Jimmy: he wasn’t a threat any more, that was clear.

This wasn’t exactly the first shooting she’d been present at, so once her ears had stopped ringing she was able to collect herself and get dressed. She looked round - it was upsetting but nobody seemed to be dead, amazingly, and people were tending to the wounded anyway...

She thought she could hear sirens already…time to clear out before any media turned up and started photographing everyone. Better not to be on scene when the cops turned up either, but to go down to the police station with her lawyer later on, all respectable and not quite so closely associated with any gun shooting business.

She walked out to the car park and got in her car; fired up the revvy V8 and headed for home. Music on, a nice drive, and then her penthouse. Pick up Frank’s kids, possibly - she’d have to call him. Maybe a swim off the beach, later.

 

Alison spent most of her afternoon doing what she always does, out on the streets helping the homeless. Today they didn't seem to need much in the way of medical care, the ones that she normally see, were happy to just talk with her. The older guys always wondered why a beautiful young lady would be out here helping them out, when she could easily be hitting the local clubs for a guy.

Ali said her goodbyes, and started to walk home when the same street thug from the other day approached her. Yesterday he wore a long sleeve shirt, but today he is wearing a tight T-shirt that showed off his muscles in his arms. On his left arm she noticed a crown tattoo indicating what gang he belonged to.

"Hey mommy! Mmm its good to see you again. Heey loook go home get somethan eeat and meet me here in an hour. Then I will drive you to where we need to go."

Ali nodded, then continued on her way. If she had known he was a member of the Latin Kings she may have refused the job, but needing the money she didn't care what gang he was affiliated with. It made no difference anyway, Meagan had taught her how to defend herself when need be, whether it be on a date or out in a war zone.

As she walked sounds of sirens from police cars, fire trucks, and ambulances filled the air as they flew by her. She wondered what may have happened, but knowing she couldn't help she ignored it the best she could.

It didn't take her long to wash up and eat a ham sandwich. Ali grabbed her medic bag and put on a jean jacket just in case it gets cool out. She added items to the pockets of the jacket, thinking it maybe faster than fumbling around in her bag looking for something easy. Once she thought she had everything she left.

The Latin King member was easily spotted in his low rider pick up all decked out in a custom paint job and spinning rims. Ali put her bag in the bed of the truck and climb into the cab.

"Heey yo mommy you are looking fiiine!"

Ali kind of rolled her eyes and gave him a weak grin. She never could get why people would call anyone who really weren't related to them as a family member. Like this guy calling her "mommy" by no means was she old enough to be his mother. Well no use trying to figure it out.

"We're a little early so I thought we will drive around, hope you don't mind." He said as he started to rub her leg.

"That's fine, but please don't touch me." Ali said as she removed his hand.

"Ahh don't be like that mommy, I know you ain't got no man, because if you did he wouldn't let you out of the house because he be fucking you all the time, like I going to." With that he pulled out his cock then pulled over in a dark alley.

Alison looked at him with terror before hearing "don't be scared you can touch it."

'What the hell?' Ali thought to himself. 'Is he that full of himself that I should grateful that he whipped out his dick for me?' She looked right into his eyes gave him the best smile she could give.

"Oh, I am not scared. You just took me by surprise, that's all." She continued to look into his eyes and reached over with her left hand and grabbed his cock, she slid her hand up and down on it, and watched him close his eyes. Quickly with her right hand she reached into her pocket of her jacket and removed an object from it. With her thumb she flipped off the plastic safety covering, then quickly placed the sharp end on his scrotum. He flinched naturally.

"What da fuck!?"

"Oh I wouldn't try and move away if I were you. I have a scalpel right next to you nuts asshole, and trust me when I say I will castrate you. I only want to do my job, not to get fucked by the smallest dick I have ever seen, and I am not talking about the one I am holding in my hand. So what do you say I put my scalpel away and you put what ever you would call this thing away and we go to the fight?"

Frozen with fear he quickly nods, and after they both put away their tools they drive off. As soon as they get there, they go inside where they see an argument between some of the Latin Kings and these guys in nice Italian suits. Ali could only make out what was being said was the suit guys were accusing the Latin Kings of fixing the fights.

"Oh this isn't going to be good!" Ali thought to herself. She was right no sooner did she think that when all hell broke loose. Bullets were flying from every direction. Her instinct kicked in when she saw a guy in a suit on the ground holding his side, and she immediately started to help him.

"Mommy there is no time for that he gonna die and the cops will be here any minute, so we gotta go... like now!"

"You go, but I am going to help him!"

It didn't take him long to leave her right there to save his own ass. Ali didn't care this guy wasn't going to die if she could help it. After the gun shots were no longer heard she saw the blue and red lights out side as the boys in blue came storming in.

They allowed Ali to treat the guy till the paramedics arrived. She knew she would have to go down to the station to answer questions about this, but right now her focus was trying to stop this guy in an Italian suit from bleeding to death.

 

Well done. This is a unique tale so far being told.

Hats off to both of you.

 

Thanks Snow, so great to have the encouragement!

 

Emily

Emily felt a bit out of place in the police station, waiting for her lawyer to sort out the appointment with the detective while she stood at the edge of this crowd, which seemed to be a mixture of crazies and cops. Cops were good guys, for the most part, but they could be a bit on the aggressive side, hustling about giving orders.

She’d put on a long lightweight jacket that hung nicely from her shoulders, a skirt just above the knee, and sandals; done her eyes and lips of course, and added a mist of perfume; not an unusual outfit for her but it would definitely convey to the cops that she was Miss Respectable and not someone to be involved in anything criminal. Projecting that you had money did make a difference, even though it shouldn’t. Not that she actually had money, just cards so she could spend it, but in this situation that didn’t matter.

But right now she was too smart, too glowing with health even, for this place, and people were looking at her; including …oh was that the blonde from the beach sitting by the wall almost next to her, the one who’d followed her? She looked a bit different in jeans and jean jacket, but that face was one of a kind. She was also receiving a certain amount of attention…

Emily gave her the usual half-smile that she normally used with random people. Actually the blonde perhaps wasn’t as old as Emily had thought; a few years younger than herself, even. But a woman. Sitting with a medical bag on her lap: a woman who DID something. It fitted in with the rest of her somehow, her alert air and functional clothes…

In some ways she made her think of Rebecca, who'd been about the same age and becoming a real friend and a proper partner until she'd gone off rather suddenly; and a bit oddly she had to admit, with just that text about her mother being in an accident...

Rebecca who'd been doing aid work in Guyana, that Emily had thought was SO impressive..

Emily still thought of herself as a girl, for some reason. But this woman you couldn’t call a girl. She was stunning, but in a don’t-care sort of way; and she had something in her eyes that stopped her being anyone young and inexperienced: they were eyes that had seen things, still looking at her…

“Are you waiting too?” Emily offered with a full smile. As opening gambits went it was beyond obvious, but often that was the best way, wasn’t it? Easy for the other person to answer, in a manner to either invite further conversation or not. Also it was good for finding out anyone who wasn’t entirely sweet-natured and couldn’t resist a smartass reply.

 

Alison sat waiting in the police station. How she got there was such a blur to her now. Officers and detectives walking by her and every now and then stopping to ask her multiple questions. It was really making her head spin.

Watching more and more different people being shuffled in, it was really starting to get crowded. Smiling to herself that she managed to get a seat before the crowd arrived. Looking around and seeing so many kind of people in one waiting room.

She figured she would keep her mouth shut about what she knew. Well there wasn't much she actually knew so it wouldn't be too hard. Maybe the Latin King member would still pay her if she didn't rat him out.

"Wait a minute is that the same lady from the beach this morning?" Alison thought to herself. It was she recognize that face anywhere. She looked so much more beautiful in her skirt and a long light jacket hanging from her shoulders.

Ali found herself getting caught looking, but didn't look away. She was met with a half smile, one that made her smile back. In light of what had happened earlier it was nice to see this lovely stranger again.

"Are you waiting too?" Oh she is trying to strike up a simple conversation. Well of course she was waiting, but Ali didn't want to come off as rude.

"Yeah, they tell you to come down here as fast as you can just so you can wait around, and wait some more. Then again you already know that or you wouldn't be waiting also."

She smiled again at her then took a chance. "Have we met? You look familiar."

It was cheesy she knew that, but she didn't want the conversation to end and couldn't think anything better than that. Oh she look so beautiful to her and she even smelt beautifully too.

 

What she said! Thanks again Snow!

 

Emily

Emily laughed out loud: “Hahaha!” She grinned at the stunning girl who’d just played back her cliché’d gambit with interest, and in such innocent style. “Well I did see someone rather like you on the beach this morning….”

Emily play-acted inspecting the jean-clad blonde, as though she might have mistaken her for some other woman. As if!! And not being vain or anything but she herself didn’t have that many clones knocking around Miami.

“Weeeellll,” she pronounced, “I just don’t know.” Actually it was a good excuse to stare. She kept smiling down at her, a conspiratorial smile. It was just a pity there wasn’t a spare seat, it was slightly awkward standing in front of her like this.

“I’m here with my lawyer, we’re supposed to have an appointment. Then, I don’t know. I was thinking of getting a coffee.”

She grinned at the woman, wondering if she’d keep the chain of clichés going.

Anyway coffee with her would be more than interesting, if she accepted. What did she do?

 

ooohh... another multi person collaboration....

shifts in his seat to get more comfotable.... looks like I will be here for a while....

what I have read so far is intruiging, thank you both for your efforts

 

like story

 

HCB and GymGirl - this keeps getting better and better. Keep up the work.

 

Thanks so much nad, sam and Snow :rose: