Thanks Snow! I just can't tell you how much difference you make with all your support :rose:

 

Alison

Alison, was startled when she woke up hearing her new phone ring. She realized she had fallen asleep watching her movie, which was now just a blue screen on the television. Getting up and rushing over to the shelve she had left it on to charge, she felt happy knowing it was Emily. She was the only one who had her number, so it had to be her.

"Hello?" She answered trying not to sound like she had been sleeping. Then she heard Emily.

"Emily?... EMILY! Are you there?" Alison listened the line was still connected, then she heard other voices. Alison couldn't make out what they were saying, but she felt her heart pounding in her chest. She knew Emily was in trouble, but she didn't know where she was. She looked at her phone, and saw it was showing her a locate a friend, but Ali didn't know anything about who these new phones work.

Then she had an thought, she quickly took off her robe and put on a pair of shorts and a old T-shirt and ran out of her apartment and down two floors till she stopped at a door that had the number 14B on it. Alison knocked as hard and fast as she could.

"Please be home, please be home, please be home." She whispered then looked at the time on the phone and saw it said 12:23 AM. Alison waited and knocked again.

She felt a slightest moment of relief when the door open and there stood a very tall skinny, and slightly pale man wearing glasses.

"Hey Kenny, I know its late but I need your help. You are good with computers and cell phones right? I need your help what does this mean?"

"Hey Alison... yeah I am good with them, but I am not going to hack into your boyfriend's phone for you."

"Boyfriend? Kenny I have never had a boyfriend in my life I am a lesbian, but I do have a friend who maybe in trouble can you help me or not."

Alison knew she just hurt this guy, Kenny had always had a crush on her, but she always nice to him and always told him she wasn't interested in him.

"Whoa! Your a lesbian? That's so hot! Can I watch you and your girlfriend go at it sometime?"

"Are you drunk Kenny? Seriously I need you to focus, can you help me or not?"

"Sorry I am not drunk, I tried some weed earlier to clear my head... let me see the phone." Alison handed it over to him. He looked at the phone then pressed some buttons.

"Well what you have here is a GPS tracker, some cell carriers have them in so you can meet up with friends you will know exactly where to meet them, but you have to have your friends permission, seems like a friend is giving you permission to find them."

"Can you tell me where she is? Please Kenny I believe she is in a lot of trouble."

"Um let me see... it looks like the north part of the city... that's odd, it says she is in the water... a ways from land. Ah maybe she is in a boat, that would explain it."

"Shit! Kenny do you know anyone with a boat out that way?"

"Yeah my Brother but he will kill me if I told anyone the key is under the seat in the bow of his "Precious" at the Seaside Docks. Oh shit! That weed must have some truth serum in it or something."

"Hey Kenny mind if I borrow your car?" Alison asked as she took off her shirt showing him her small firm tits. He stood there mouth completely open and reached into his pocket and pulled out his car keys then handed them to her.

"Thanks Kenny! I will bring it right back." She said as she grabbed the keys and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

She ran back up stairs, to grab her medical bag, and opened the closet to grab the lock box that had her .45 ACP semi automatic pistol her father gave to her on her eighteenth birthday. He taught her how to shoot when she was seven, and hadn't held a gun since before she left with Meagan overseas. Alison was a good shot, but its been a long time. She quickly assembled the pistol, then loaded three magazines. Thirty rounds should be more than enough. Shouldn't it?

Alison raced down the streets following where the arrow was on the phone, but she had to find the boat slip where Kenny's brother kept his boat docked first. She saw the Seaside Docks and as fast as she could locate the boat. Then she saw it. "My Precious" with a golden ring right next to the name.

"What a nerd!" Alison said as she boarded the boat. It was pretty easy to locate the key under the bow seat cushion. "And he is a stupid nerd, but right now I am grateful."

She started the motor, then untied the ropes, put it in gear and trolled out to the open where she could give it full throttle. Alison looked at the time it had been almost an hour since she knocked on Kenny's door. As she skipped on the water she prayed that Emily was alright, and hoped that she was still there and not gone without her phone.

There was Emily's cruiser. It looked different, but just a little. A different name, and some added stripes. "What have you gotten yourself into out here Emily?" Alison asked as she circled the other boat. There didn't seem like anyone else was on board. It was anchored so it wasn't going anywhere, so Alison pulled the boat up to the stern of Emily's and anchored. She quickly tied a rope to the back of Emily's so they were always touching and not drift away a little when the breeze would blow.

Alison pulled out her .45 and boarded Emily's boat. There she was on the floor. There was blood, but not a lot. Alison rushed to her, where was the blood coming from? Her arm, Emily was lucky it went right though, and didn't hit bone. She wouldn't lose it, but it also wouldn't make her pass out. Ali looked then saw a tranquilizer dart in her neck.

"Why would someone tranquilizer you and not kill you? Or at least take you with them?" Ali asked out loud as if Emily was going to answer her, but Alison did see her answer as to why. There under the wheel was a timer hooked up to c-4 her heart raced as the timer said three minutes and counted down.

Alison jumped to her feet and ran below to find a knife, once she found one she put it in her back pocket and run back up. She grabbed her medical bag and gun and threw them into the other boat. Then she went to Emily and picked her up and onto her shoulder and as fast as she could moved her to other boat. Ali placed her down on the seat and quickly reached for the knife in her back pocket and cut the robe that was holding the two boats together, and in doing so cut her hand.

As soon as the line was cut, you started the engine and quickly backed up enough to be able to hit the throttle and turn at the same time. She raced back going south when she heard the explosion behind her.

 

Now its getting good and dangerous. Wonder what is going to happen next?

 

Thanks again Snow! I really don't know what is going to happen next, so sit back and enjoy the ride

 

Hehe me too lol...

Great episode Hcb :rose:

 

Emily

Emily was dreaming. Yet it was so real. She was hurt, but being tended to. There was someone who cared about her; someone close, who wasn’t using her but just wanted to look after her. Someone feminine and beautiful, but strong…

The dream faded again…then came back…she wasn’t alone…fading again…

Waking from the dream, groggy, hazy. Her head ached badly. There was pain, she couldn't really tell where. Where was she? What was happening…oh…the blonde…Alison…leaning over her, saying something…it was hard to take in…

“I…I…” it was hard to form a sentence.

Emily moved a hand to touch Alison’s knee. She was real.

A job. She’d been doing a job. On a boat. Got it wrong and been shot. Made a mistake and bungled it. Her heart sank: it was bad.

She lay back, trying to bring her mind to bear, get it working…

Don Michele. The Family. If she was exposed they wouldn’t like it. She was a SECRET assassin, otherwise she was no use to them.

Alison’s lovely face was a bit more in focus now.

“Where am I?” Emily managed to ask, finally.

 

Alison

Emily, was lucky that Alison knew how to clean out her wound, and stitched her up. Alison didn't know how much blood Emily may have lost, but didn't think it was much. How ever she did have a few of IV bags to replenish some of Emily's lost fluid.

It wasn't too difficult bringing Emily back to her apartment, it was however slow moving going up the stairs while carrying her though. Ali had laid Emily down on her bed a few hours ago. She knew she couldn't take her to a hospital they would ask too many questions that she knew she couldn't even answer.

What was she doing out there? Why would someone want to hurt her? Actually why would they want to kill her? All these questions kept running around her head, but the fact is she really didn't know Emily. Hell they only met less than a day ago.

Oh Emily is stirring... nope she passed out again mumbling something about a job. A few more hours passed when Ali heard her again, this time she made sure Emily saw her, sitting next to her on the bed. Alison couldn't make out what she was trying to say. Emily reached out and touched her on the knee.

"Its okay Emily you are safe now." It was no use Emily was passing out again. Alison checked her pulse then changed the IV bag, then remembered to get a bed pan and placed it under Emily just in case.

It was starting to become daylight when she heard Emily again, Ali quickly went to her side. She was looking better.

"Where am I?" Emily asked rightfully so, she must be horrified not knowing what had happened.

"You are in my apartment, you called me late last night, and I came out and found you in your boat. Emily I don't want to alarm you but you were almost killed, if you know who may have done this then maybe we should call the police. However I don't think you want that, because if you did you wouldn't have called me. Just rest for now we will take more when you have more strength."

Ali didn't know if Emily had heard what she just told her, Emily was falling back to sleep not even halfway though what she was telling her. Alison went to the couch and tried to get some sleep herself.

 

Emily

Emily didn’t say too much to Alison to start with: she had to think things through before she said too much. She listened, groaned and grunted, and waited for her mind to clear, which took a day and a night.

She’d heard Alison telling her things: she’d been darted, for one thing; her boat blown up, for another; Alison had taken over an hour to get there. That was hard to turn into anything that made sense.

They’d only ever have darted her in order to interrogate her, but they’d had an hour and hadn’t retrieved her but instead had set a bomb to kill her in the most conspicuous way imaginable. Sending a message to someone. The police must be all over the debris from her lovely boat...

Maybe they HAD interrogated her? How would she know? She could have said anything and not remembered a thing. Christ. That had to be right.

So she was blown, and so was the job and her role and the fact that it had been a Family hit. Who was the target? Latin Kings? She didn’t know, but the darting was sophisticated so it had to be a big organisation. And the job had been Low priority so Don Michele really had NOT wanted them to find out he was behind it.

Now they had.

Don Michele had been fond of her, she knew. Had fucked her a lot in the early days. Her luxury lifestyle hadn’t been entirely a commercial necessity but partly his affection for her as well. But he was the most ruthless person she’d ever met; now she was a liability and he would kill her without a qualm.

She lay and tried to work through what it meant: no job; no money; no car; no apartment.

No home. Her life, as she’d known it, was gone. The Family, who’d been everything to her, was suddenly her deadly enemy.

Alison. She was all Emily had now. Did The Family know about Alison? Emily's phone would have gone with the boat, unless Alison had it. That was the only link, so…she should be safe.

But Emily herself had to get out of Miami, and quickly. The Family had too many tentacles to stay undiscovered here for any time at all, and it wouldn’t help that she looked quite distinctive. Also she mustn’t expose Alison.

Well…she had to get to a cash machine and see if any of her cards still worked. Then she was on the road. Where? Perhaps long term it was time to get back to New Zealand.

Anyway, it was time to explain all this to Alison, and apologise. Not to say, emphasise how secret her presence had to be kept. Alison’s life depended on that.

Here she was, checking on her again.

“Alison,” Emily started, “I have some things to explain to you…”

 

Alison

Alison walked back into her apartment, after doing some errands. She been thinking a lot the past few days. One thing that stayed on her mind was the fact the last few nights she wasn't having any nightmares. That didn't bother her, but it was strange since she had forgotten to take her meds. Though she knew they wouldn't help her with the flashbacks, but they kept her in a relatively good mood. She had been just fine with out them the past few days and she had enjoyed the company of Emily, even with the fact she was bed bound.

Alison was preparing herself, when she went in her room to check on Emily. She needed to tell her what she had been planning, and hoped that Emily would like it too. When she came into the room she saw Emily sitting up, and it look like she was deep in her own thoughts. Then when Emily had said she need to explain some things, Alison was quick to interrupt her.

"Look Emily, let me speak first if you don't mind, I have some things I like to say so please let me say them first, and if you still want to explain whatever it is that you think you need to explain then you can. Alright?" Emily nodded.

"Alight, I have been doing a lot of thinking and came to the conclusion, that you must be involved in something that you might be afraid to talk about. I want you to know that its none of my business, I mean we barely know one another. However whatever you maybe involved in apparently wants you dead. Now that's a problem with me because I don't want you dead."

Ali paused moment before continuing. "Its odd the night you called me when I went and helped you, I was sleeping when you called, but usually I have terrible nightmares, well I didn't that night, and I haven't had one the past couple of nights since. Like I said its odd, but I think its because of you being in my life."

"So if it is because of you, I would like to help you. I called a friend of mine who lives in Zephyrhills, that's just north of Tampa. Well she owes me a favor, and agreed to let us stay up there for a few nights. She even wired me some cash, and rented us a car so we can get there. Oh don't worry I called her from a pay phone down the street I junked the cell you had bought for me. I am sorry to do that but I couldn't find your phone, so I thought it wise to get rid of it."

"I know this is a lot to take in, but you should be well enough by now to be able to take a long car ride. That is... if... you want my help. I will be happy to help you. So what do you think?"

Alison waited for Emily to soak it all in before she responded.

 

Emily

“Alison I…I…don’t know what to say.”

Emily hadn’t cried in probably twenty years but she was so close now. Why was this stunningly beautiful woman offering to do all this for her?

Well, there WAS a connection between them, wasn’t there? She had such a clear picture of first looking at her in the police station. Of seeing her on the beach…

It had been so natural to call her when she was hurt…and how come Alison was making this link about her nightmares stopping?

Well, she had to tell her, it was only fair.

Emily got out of bed, in her panties and top, and stood in front of Alison. She looked her in the eyes from two feet away, Alison looking slightly up at her…

“I’m an assassin Ali. I put people to sleep, for a living. For The Family – the mob. I’ve done that for eight years. If they told me to, that’s what I did. It must be over 200 now, that I’ve done – put them painlessly to sleep. They were bad people, you know, stopping The Family building things that would make Miami a better place…”

That was right wasn’t it? Just because The Family wasn’t pleased with her now didn’t mean that was any different did it?…

“Anyway I blew it and they’ll be after me now – I was supposed to stay secret and invisible, and now with getting hit with that dart I’ve probably been interrogated under drugs and told their enemies everything. So it’s serious Alison. Really, really serious. If they can, they’ll kill me, to make sure I can’t be turned and give evidence. You could get killed helping me.”

Emily felt on the edge of a cliff suddenly. Or on a wire or a wall. On one side: alone. More alone than she’d ever been. On the other: WITH someone. More with someone, perhaps, than she’d ever been either…

The expression on Alison’s face gave her the courage. She reached for her.

 

It just keeps getting better and better with each new portion. I have to hand it to you two, this matching of two authors working on one thread is incredible.

Hats off to you both.

 

Thanks for your support Snow, generous as ever.

 

Yes thank you Snow, I am glad you are still enjoying. I know you have a lot going on right now so take your time coming back.

Everyone else stay tuned I shall have Alison's part up in a few hours.

 

Alright I apologize, I thought I would have time to post yesterday, but ended up being busy. I will try my hardest to post after I get out of work.

 

Alison

Alison, took everything that was being said to her, almost as if she didn't care who Emily was before they had met. However the large number of people that Emily had "put to sleep" did scare Alison. The scared feeling didn't last as she could understand the nature of what she had to do. It was just like war really wasn't it? Its a terrible when you think about it, but isn't that what people have done for thousands of years? To kill for the greater good?

This was different though. She would be in danger too. Well possibly, this family that Emily spoke of probably didn't even know she was still alive. Alison gave a reassuring smile, and saw Emily reach for her. Ali, thought of stepping back, but changed her mind. She knew she was all that Emily had now, how could she let her be alone. Being alone was the worse feeling that Alison had ever felt, and she didn't want Emily to feel that way.

She reached back and took Emily's hand into hers and gently pulled her to herself. God she was so sexy in just her panties and top. Alison reached around Emily and hugged her.

"Everything is going to be alright. What ever you do, wherever you go, I want to be there for you. I'm not scared of who you were, or who you worked for, I don't why but I want to be together with you."

With that Alison reached up to Emily's neck and pulled her down a little and kissed her on the lips. With her heart racing she hoped Emily would kiss her back, and not pull away like she did with her hand a few nights ago in the coffee shop.

 

Emily

Emily felt the soft lips and breathed in Alison’s fragrance. The instinct to be intimate was overwhelming; she slid her fingers into Alison’s thick hair, drew her unresisting body into her embrace and felt Alison connect with her. Alison’s mouth opened in response to her tongue and they kissed deeply, their arms round each other.

Emily had never felt so emotional in her life. Alison was saying ‘whatever’.

It wasn’t enough though. There was closer than this. She broke the embrace and pulled off her tee and panties, then reached for Alison’s belt buckle.

Alison was just standing there, a smile across her beautiful face, while Emily undressed her. Then Emily took Alison’s hand in hers, lay back on the bed, and pulled the stunning, naked blonde on top of her.

Alison landed gently, legs enmeshed, looking down, her smile if anything even broader. The warmth of her body was all over. With her eyes and her incredible cheekbones level, her thigh was on Emily’s mons and Emily gave a little thrust up, feeling the large, firm muscle start to excite her clit. She stroked over Alison’s back and ass – so gorgeous - then pulled her head down so her breathing was in her ear. Everything felt so right.

But first…

“I love animals,” she murmured into Alison’s ear. She had to explain. Or try.

“Animals are amoral: they just do things, they can’t be evil can they? Or even malicious really; just aggressive perhaps. Well people, the thing is…people can be better than animals and be positively good, or they can be worse than animals and positively malicious and evil, can’t they? So if you can put an amoral animal to sleep, for being too aggressive, then it follows that some people ought to be put to sleep as well…you see? Some people…it’d have been better if they hadn’t been born wouldn’t it? So that’s what I did. I never hurt them, I took out their brain stem. You understand, don’t you Ali? Being in the forces and everything? And a medic. Taking out the medulla with three supersonic 7.62’s is like a switch isn’t it? Tumbling so they break up. No sensation, just making it like they hadn’t been born…”

She gave Ali a little squeeze, feeling the thick blonde hair all over her face as a tear ran down into her ear.

 

Alison

Feeling Emily's naked body under her, Alison felt like she was in heaven, but they renamed it Emily. She didn't think Emily would respond to her kiss this way, but it was a response she had hoped for.

Hearing Emily confess what she had to do, didn't distract Alison, but she knew Emily needed to say it. Get it out in the open. It had to be horrible keeping that much a secret, with no one to confide in. Ali knew all to well the horrors of taking**another life. She had to do it a few times when she was in Afghanistan, or have her life taken by another.

There were people, that the world would have been better off if they weren't even born. So she could see the meaning behind what Emily was confessing to her. Then feeling Emily giving her a little squeeze, she couldn't help but feel joy in her heart. Ali wiped the tear from Emily's face after the first rolled down.

She didn't know what to say, but thought it be better to show. Alison began by kissing the top of Emily's head, the continued down her cheek, and stopping at her lips where they kissed tenderly for a minute or two.

Ali broke the kiss and pulled back to give Emily a reassuring smile before continuing her kissing trail, down her neck to her right shoulder, and down her arm to her hand. Then making a left kissing Emily's stomach, and using her tongue to lick around her bellybutton.

Alison made sure not to put pressure on Emily's left arm, as she made her way back up. Kissing another trail on Emily's midsection, and stopping right in-between her beautiful breast. Ali smiled up at Emily as she looked at each of her breast deciding which one to start with.

The right breast seemed the better choice, and Ali kissed and licked her way over there, stopping only to look at Emily's magnificent nipple for a moment before licking around it then placing it into her mouth where she sucked gently, and teased it by flicking her tongue while doing so.

Alison stayed there while her hand moved down Emily's body till she reached her mons. At first Ali just left her hand sit on it then felt Emily thrust up a little like she had done earlier when Ali's thigh was there. Feeling that slight thrust allowed Ali to slide a finger in-between them where she began to rub Emily's clit with her middle finger gently as if she were testing the waters.

 

Emily

The feeling of being slowly kissed all over took Emily, for the time being, into another world. It anchored all the amazing things Ali had said and done since they met: the instant connection; the hand-kissing; the amazing loyalty. Alison WOULD come with her, wherever she had to go. It didn’t make sense but with what Alison was doing to her, it didn’t have to – the touch told Emily it was true.

Emily opened her legs and stroked her fingers through Ali’s multi-shaded blonde hair. Ali had great fingers. Great feel. God! It’d been a while…and had she ever felt like this? Urrggghhh, Ali had several deft, delicate fingers in her by the feel of it! And the activities on her nipple were making that go mad too, even though her little tits weren’t that sensitive normally.

It went on and on, for minutes, Alison working her over and Emily starting to writhe and buck…then Ali slid her head down and Emily knew she was about…to… be…given… the… biggest… orgasm… EVER.

As Ali sucked her clit in between her lips and squeezed and rubbed it to and fro, the magic fingers curled inside her and thrust rapidly up and down and Emily came, hard, feeling the blood surge in her head and her whole body tense, pulsating, as the ecstasy gripped her, rushed through her, and then finally left her panting and gasping with Alison’s beautiful, grinning face back level with her own.

Emily licked round Alison’s mouth, then played back the routine as exactly as she could: the kissing, frigging, finger-fucking, nipple-sucking and then the big crescendo on Ali’s wonderful reactive pussy. Ali’s orgasm was so beautiful.

Emily lay with Alison for a few minutes, cuddling her gently and stroking her fingertips over her firm back and ass. Feeling Alison stroking her own back and ass.

They were close now. Just like that. Emily moved slightly, just to feel anew the stunning woman who was with her.

Then, reluctantly, she knew it was time to move.

“OK babe?” she started. “Shower, cash machine, then we have to go, don't we? I just can't tell you...” she petered out. Ali knew what she was going to say, anyway, with that mesmerising smile.

 

i sneak back from time to time and I have to say... this is Great!!

some 'plutonic' encouragement... and an enthuiastic 'keep it going!!'

thanks to both of you for your efforts...... it is very very good to read....

 

Thanks so much for your encouragement nad :rose: