Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 84985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
“And do we know the passenger’s name, sugar?” More eager to play, her mind began to race.
“No, it’s not listed.”
“Well, hottie, what do we know about him?”
“Say it again,” Harry said. She could tell by the sound of his voice he had turned her on speaker phone, which meant he now stuck his finger up his own ass. Dear god, Harry could be such a perv.
“Are you thinking of me while you jerk off?”
“Of your tits bouncing like I like.” Harry gave a deep moan and several panted grunts through the phone. Laurie could hear his hand working his tiny little cock.
“Well, tell me more, and you will get to see more than just my tits bouncing.”
“Do you promise? Say my name.” Desperation filled his voice now when he spoke. The little man was close. It never took him long.
“Of course I do, Harry. Don’t I always want to come to you? I mean for you, sugar.” Laurie tried for sultry when saying his name.
“Okay, it’s...ahh...the plane is...ah...yeah, its registered to the private company of ahh...crap, I can’t think...god, you are such a fascinating little slut to get me here already.”
“Say it, sugar, and I’ll finish you off.”
“It’s registered to Baker&Pruitt, Attorneys at Law here in DC.”
“And?”
“The plane was...yeah, it was charter by the Kensington family. That mom Kensington is one classy, hot bitch,” he said, all between grunts.
“The United Nations Ambassador Kensington?” Laurie knew she was losing him now. Harry had a little thing for Olivia Kensington. He always talked about her, and Laurie suspected it was why Harry required her to talk in the Southern accent. Laurie should have guessed this was where this conversation originated, and she wondered again if Olivia Kensington had any idea Harry watched her so closely. Of course the little stalker would know what that family was up to.
“Finish me, slut,” Harry moaned loudly.
“No, that information means nothing to me,” Laurie said in her normal voice. She must get it out of Harry before it was too late.
“Finish me! I’ll put it together for you my stupid, little slutty whore.”
Oh, Laurie hated this guy. She hated him and loathed herself for what she was about to do. “Grip your sac, sugar, and pull it just a little. Yeah, just like that. Are you stroking that long, thick sexy dick I love so much? The one I want shoved deep down my throat like you do? Ahh yeah, I can hear it, you’re close. God, your voice makes me wet. Dear god, I’m going to come too. You are so sexy, you stud...Ahhh...Ahh...yes...yes!”
“Okay, I’m done,” Harry said, his voice already recovered. She wondered how long he let her go on like that.
“Now tell me,” she said firmly.
“I’ve explained all this to you before. Kensington is the father of Rylie Kensington, just married and team lead in the Marines. His wedding was cut short. His team left abruptly. Kensington is also the father of Reed Kensington. Young kid, no more than twenty nine, and already worth about twenty million dollars all on his own. Recently, Reed moved home from years abroad and accepted a huge position at Baker&Pruitt, but suddenly took two weeks off work after flying to Germany last week, per his office. And oh, did I mention Reed Kensington is very gay?”
“No way.” Laurie stopped writing at that bit of news. Dear God, this would ensure she didn’t lose her job.
“Yes, very way. I can just hear your little useless brain ticking.” Harry chucked.
“And we are sure the injured wasn’t his brother?”
“Yes, we’re very sure it wasn’t, but it’s someone close to Rylie. He was spotted leaving the German hospital a few days ago.”
“So who was on board?” Back to business, Laurie started writing again.
“That’s for you to figure out.”
“What? That’s it? That’s all you have, a bunch of speculation?”
“Well, I have that there’s a new VIP at the National Rehabilitation. No one knows his name, but it’s a leg amputation. Appointment today at one thirty. When am I going to see you?”
“You aren’t. A hand job is all this is worth. I still have to dig for this guy, you ass,” Laurie said through clenched teeth.
“Look for Reed. My hunch is you will find your boy. If you do, I want a weekend.”
“No, that’s just gross.” Two nights with Harry...no way! She did have some standards left in her life.
“A weekend away, your treat, with more pictures. I just love your big fake tits. I need more pictures. I sold my last set to a guy here in the office and my computer crashed.”
“You sold my pictures? No fucking way I’m doing more.” Laurie’s eyes flew to the phone. Worry crossed her brow, wondering if it would be good or bad for her career if her breasts were made public for the world to see.
“I took your face out of them. And I’m calling CBS if you don’t agree,” Harry added. She knew he would too.
“Damn it, Harry. You fucking suck. I swear to God!”
“So I’ll take that as a yes, and I have something you can suck already growing hard again. Let me know what you find. I’ll be watching the news tonight for your story.” Harry hung up, not giving her a chance to respond.
Dropping the phone back in the cradle, Laurie felt dirty. God, she truly hated the things she did just to get a little ahead. Men suck. Looking down at her watch, Laurie gathered her notebook, pen, and purse before heading out the door. Cameramen stood on standby in the front of the studio.
“Come on, I need to check something out. We’re taking my car so no one sees us, and bring the smallest camera you have. We need to hide it in my purse.” Never stopping, Laurie’s high heels clicked along the concrete while walking to her car. Finding out that the current national hero was homosexual would push her face in front of every major market across the nation, probably across the world. The United States was packed full of religious homophobes, and this would just be too big a story for the world to not shove down their arrogant throats. Opening her car door, Laurie slid inside, lost in thought. The cameraman just opened the door to sit in the passenger side when she put the car in reverse, starting to back out. She never realized he didn’t make it all that way into the car. And honestly she wouldn’t have cared. His job was to be ready and make her look as good as he could in the process. Nowhere in that job description did it require her to wait for him for any reason.