Chapter 9
In the living room of their hotel suite, Jagger paced the room thinking about the beautiful brunette that was getting dressed on the other side of her bedroom door. Staring at her enough throughout the entire day as they talked he could picture exactly what her voluptuous body looked like underneath her clothes. He could picture her firm, round, large breasts that made him pant, needing to hold them in his hands, needing to feel her peaked nipples against his chest. He could picture the curve of her hips grinding against him as he reached around her to grab her round, plump, juicy ass. His cock twitched thinking about making love her, thinking about taking her from behind as he slammed into her. He wanted her, no, at this point he needed her or he was going to explode. Pacing the room uncomfortably shifting himself, he thought about how he was going to get her. The problem was that she never gave him a chance. It pissed him off more than anything to know that Jason was in prison and she was still devoted to him. What the hell was it going to take?
This afternoon had given him a perfect opportunity to talk to her about himself but all she wanted to do was talk about Jason. Jason, Jason, Jason. Ughh, give me a fucking break. The bastard would rather spend the next five years in prison than to be with you, and you still love him. So he decided to tell her all about Jason Quartermaine, and about Keisha & Robin but in return she tortured him by talking about Jason Morgan. He had to swallow back the vomit every now and then when she talked about how he was a good man and how much they loved each other. He couldn't help but through what Lucky and the other guys at the PCPD told him about Jason's relationship to Elizabeth, to throw it in her face. Immediately feeling guilty and kicking himself at seeing her wince, he swallowed the vomit once more and told her that it worked out for the best. Even though he wanted Sam all to himself, he couldn't stand to see her hurt.
Still pacing the room, waiting for her to emerge from the bedroom, he thought about their plan. He was just supposed to shut up and sit quietly in one the booths of the bar while he watched her flirt with a guy she was trying to get some evidence on. Without him knowing, Sam lied about who she was really going after, she told him that her mark was a cheating spouse and she was supposed to flirt with him, have him take her up to his hotel room, take some pictures to get her proof and that he was supposed to be her back up in case something went wrong. He was still weary about the plan but decided to keep his mouth shut and listen to her, afraid that she would go off on him. Hmph, here he, is Jagger Cates, afraid of a five foot gorgeous brunette. He laughed to himself. The guys at the force would have a field day if they found out.
Hearing the bedroom door opened, suddenly jerked Jagger out of his thoughts to stare at the unbelievable sight before him. There she was, the woman that plagued his dreams and thoughts, walking over towards the bar in her 'fuck me' heels with confidence and sex oozing off of her in waves slamming him directly in the chest sending his heart into uneven beats. Seeing her in that off the shoulder blazing red dress that fit to her like second skin and lips to match instantly made him rock hard. All day he had been picturing her naked and after what he was seeing, he was determined to see the real thing. Moving over to stand behind the couch so she didn't see how hard and ready he was for her, he watched her as she ran her hands through her silky dark hair and slam back a shot of whiskey. Most likely to calm her nerves. Jagger felt sorry for the poor bastard that she was targeting, seeing her now, he knew that she was about to succeed because no man, married or gay, would be able to resist her. Hell, he had to restrain himself behind the couch to stop himself from taking her on all surfaces of this room, including the wall. Jason, you are one lucky son of a bitch.
Walking off the elevator heading towards the bar, Sam made sure to take in all her surroundings, something that she learned to do whenever she worked, whether it was for her PI work or for when she was a con artist. Stepping into the entrance of the bar she took immediate notice of Jagger sitting in the booth to her right sipping on his drink and pretending like he didn't notice her. Good boy. At least he knows how to take orders. She thought to herself as she scanned the bar looking for her mark.
Eyeing the bar and not looking directly at him, she noticed that Mr. Sanchez was looking directly at her. Walking towards the bar, adding more sway to her hips, she hoped that Jose was taking much enjoyment in what he was seeing. Noticing his mouth hang open and his eyes staring at her wide, she knew that she had him right where she wanted him. Now all she had to do was go in for the kill. Gliding up to the stool next to her mark, she hunched her shoulders slightly towards to get his attention to her breasts that were already screaming to be set free from the constricting top half of her dress.
After ordering a chardonnay from the bar tender, she reached into her purse to pull out her cash, when she was stopped when he placed his hands over hers.
"This one is on me, mi bellaza (my beauty)." Jose whispered in her ear. As soon as he saw her walk into the bar, he knew that he would be taking her upstairs. Taking her was the key word. He didn't care whether she went willing or not, dressed like that, she was looking for action as he was going to give it her.
"Thank you." Sam whispered back seductively while licking her lips, noticing that he licked his own as he stared at her inviting mouth. She needed to go fast, one reason was to reel him in quick, the other was so she wouldn't throw up all over his designer suit with disgust for him, so she laid it on thick for him.
"You are most welcome." He said this time raising his eyes to stare into hers.
Sam knew how to play this game, she had been doing it all her life. Keeping in mind the bartender now at the far end of the bar mixing a drink for a customer, Sam stared deep into Jose's eyes, keeping the gaze there, as she reached over to his glass and emptied the right amount of the crushed Roughy in his drink. Judging by his size, she needed to add more than the average person if she needed him knocked out as soon as they were back to his room.
After waiting a sufficient amount of time for all the traces of the roughy to dissolve, Sam pushed back from his gaze and took a long slow sip of her drink taking extra time to use her tongue and lips all over the glass. Staring at her lips, Jose reached over, took his drink and gulped it down with one shot.
"Let's go up to my room." He said as he stood up and threw a few bills on the bar. He couldn't wait any longer, he wanted her lips and tongue all over him.
Smiling at herself with much pride, Sam stood up, fixed her dress and proceeded to follow Jose out of the bar and to his room. Ignoring Jagger as she walked by, she hoped that he would follow the second part of her plan, to just go up to the room, pack and get ready to leave as soon as she came back.
Opening the door with his key card, Jose ushered Sam inside lightly trailing his palm on her backside. Almost flinching, Sam had to keep her emotions in control. This plan wouldn't work if he knew how much he was actually making Sam sick to her stomach. As he was leading her into the bedroom of his suite, Sam noticed that he was stumbling more than the normal side effects of the drink. 'Uh oh, maybe she put too much. Oh well.' Watching as he stumbled towards the bed, Sam glided up to him and pushed him down on the bed. For a big, lethal enforcer he was light a feather for her to push around, of course it helped with the right amount of drugs in his system. Judging by the dazed look in his eyes, Sam knew that she had a very limited time to find out what she needed to know. Something about being drugged always made the person want to spill their deep dark secrets, and that's what Sam banked on to happen.
"What brings you to Manhattan?" Sam purred in his ears.
"I have a trial tomorrow." He blurted out dazed. "But don't worry mi bellaza, I have the judge by the balls, I'll get out and then we can continue our little party." He finished as he pointed to the file on the desk.
'Well that was too easy.' She was almost disappointed as she thought to herself as she walked over to the other side of the bed closest to the desk. The least he could do was give her a little more challenge. "Why don't you lay down, while I go to the bathroom to freshen up for you." She purred pushing him down.
"Oh yeah… baby." He started to say as he started to slide up further onto the bed, unbuttoning his black shirt.
Sam stood straight and walked towards the bathroom as she past the desk swiping the file. Locking the bathroom door behind her and smiling widely to herself, she flopped down on top of the toilet seat after putting the lid down and proceeded to look through the folder that Jose had against Judge Carroll.
"You're the best Sam." She said to herself as she looked through the evidence of money trails between the judge and Alcazar. She also found some pictures of the two secretly meeting and what looked like a tape recorder, most likely from Jose wearing a wire. There were also endless papers of shady business transactions that alone could send the honorable Judge Carroll to Pentonville for life. 'Honorable my ass. That bastard sent Michael away for 5 years for protecting his mother while the murdering pervert laying in the bed outside the door got away free and clear.' Shoving back all the evidence back in the folder, Sam got up and went to unlock the door.
"Are you ready for me?" She called through the door and waited quietly for a response. Nothing. Smiling, she called again. "Jose?" She called his name as she opened to the door to find the enforcer passed out on the bed. 'Yes!' She congratulated herself, the Roughy worked. Going back into the bathroom, Sam took a wash cloth and went to wipe the hotel room clear of her finger prints so that there was no sign that she was here.
When she was satisfied with her clean up work, she started to open the door giggling to herself. Poor Jose, not only was he going to wake up from a major headache, he probably won't even remember that night. And on top of that, he would have to stroll into the courtroom in front of Judge Carroll without the evidence to blackmail him. Most likely he will end up behind bars, but that's ok. She will send one mob enforcer to Pentonville while she set another one free.
Walking out the door and shutting it behind her with one last look at Jose, Sam turned around to bump into the last person she wanted to see.
"Shit Jagger, what the hell are you doing here?" She gasped for air startled to see him.
"What the hell am I doing here? What the hell where you doing in there all this time?" He growled at her, clearly upset with her.
"What? I was getting evidence for my client." She lied as she walked towards the elevator to get back to their room but stopped to turn to him with an evil look. "Wait… did you follow me?" She paused for him to answer but she knew the truth without him actually admitting it. "Damn it Jagger, I gave you one job to do, one job, all you had to do was go back to the room and get ready to leave." She said as she scoffed off getting into the elevator.
"Well, I couldn't just sit there and wait for you to get back." He said raising his voice. "Answer the question Sam, what the hell where you doing in there to get your evidence?" He chased after her as she stalked off the elevator and entered their room.
"What the hell does that mean Jagger?" She turned to him getting pissed.
"Did you have to jerk the guy off to get your evidence or did you have to spread your legs for him?" He said earning himself one loud mind popping slap from her small hand.
"Who the fuck do you think you are? Is that what you think of me, a whore? Is that how you think I get my evidence for my clients? Not that I should have to explain myself but as soon as we got back to the room I made him drink some more. After I excused myself to go to the bathroom, he was passed out by the time I got out. So you can go to hell with your accusations?" She yelled at him as she turned to head back to her room.
'Fuck' He made a mistake. Grabbing her arm he turned her around to face him. "Look, I'm sorry ok, I just went crazy seeing you all over him at the bar. I was so close to running up to him and ripping his fucking arms off when I saw him touching your back." He said keeping a hold of her arm.
"No, you're not sorry, you just said exactly what you were thinking. You think that I'm a whore." She said watching him shake his head profusely at her describing what he thought of her. "Yes you do, otherwise you wouldn't have followed me up to the room. You think that the only way I do my job is to jerk off my mark and spread my legs for them!" She yelled.
"No, no, I don't, I swear Sam, I just followed you because I was worried about you." He said trying to get her to see his point.
"First off, I can take care of myself, and second that was the plan, you idiot. I had to get him to take me to his room, but nothing happened. He was passed out, there was no touching for kissing involved, it was clean and simple."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry ok, Sam please believe me, I don't think of you that way, it was driving me crazy when…." He stopped when she held her hand up to stop him from talking.
"Just stop apologizing ok, and just say what's on your mind. Don't give me this bullshit Jagger, just tell me exactly what you're thinking." She tried to pull her arm free that he still held. "You know what, I don't care, I don't care what you think of me. I don't care if you think that I'm a whore, it doesn't matter to me."
"NO!" Jagger yelled pulling her towards him. "That's not what I think of you. I… I…" He stuttered looking deep into her eyes.
"Just spill it Jagger, what the hell do you want from me?" She asked still trying to pull free.
"This." Was all he said as he crashed his lips down on hers. She gasped with shock giving him the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth. Kissing her roughly, he was completely blind to the fact that Sam tried with all her might to pull out of the embrace. She pushed away hard at his chest, trying to pull away from him but he was too strong. So she did the only thing that she could think of that would gain her the freedom. With one quick jerk Sam lifted her knee and made a sufficient amount of contact to his groin causing Jagger to finally let her go and fall over to the ground.
"YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" She yelled at him at the top of her lungs as she wiped her mouth clean. "Don't ever touch me again, you fucking asshole!" She quickly turned around and stomped into her room leaving Jagger on the floor, crying over his injured family jewels. After quickly getting dressed, Sam shoved all her things into her bags, threw them over shoulders and stomped out of the hotel room heading to elevator with giving Jagger another look. She grabbed a cab and headed to the airport, to purchase her one way ticket to Port Charles with her new evidence to get Michael and the love of her life out of prison. 'Ohhhh Jason is going to be so pissed.'
