Rachel & Taylor:-
When Rachel woke, darkness filled the room and her stomach was growling with hunger. She searched the bed with an outstretched arm only to find empty cool sheets. She raised her head sleepily and looked around. Her clothes had been folded on a chair by the window and she frowned. She pulled her self up and leaned back against the headboard, her knees up and her arms wrapped around them, hugging them to her chest.
She glanced at the clock and noted the time. 6pm. A piece of folded paper caught her eye and she flicked on the bedside lamp. Her name was written on the front. Rachel picked it up and opened it.
'Meet me at Fennucci's at 8pm for dinner and then back to my place for dessert, so make sure you have all you need for the night and maybe a few days. T.'
Rachel grinned from ear to ear. 'Now,' she thought as she dressed quickly. 'What do I tell the girls and Vetter? Shit! I'd better let them know Taylor knows who I am.' It took seconds to pull her clothes on and head for the door, her shoes in her hand. She slipped down the stairs and out of the back way without being seen, or so she thought.
Obviously, one day in Taylor's bed had dulled all her senses, as she didn't notice the dark figure follow her home. She called Ines and Jenn on their cell phones and got through to voice mail. She left them both a quick message that Taylor knew she was a PI and then she tried Vetter.
He sounded exhausted when he finally answered. Rachel rolled her eyes and guessed her sex-mad sister might have had a hand in that. She told him quickly that she was off the case, that the target had found out who she was. Vetter made some noise about sending the wrong person for the job.
"Is my sister with you right now?" Rachel asked him.
"Err…yes…" she heard a muffled sound as he passed the phone to Amy.
"Rach? What's wrong hun?" she asked.
"Job went south," Rachel answered.
"Job or the target went 'south'? Amy giggled.
"Amy…you know I am not like that!" she exclaimed. Her mind drifted to Taylor and she felt herself blush. "And anyway, Taylor Reese is actually very nice."
"Huh huh…you're defending him? Wow, he must have been really good!" Rachel heard Amy laugh at the other end. "Did you find my note, by the way?"
Rachel looked around and saw Amy's note on the table, "I just found it. Am I going to be surprised when I open it?" She already had an idea what the note might say.
"Well, read it quick…I have to go now, the agent is here," Amy hoped Rachel didn't mind, but she couldn't live with her sister forever.
Rachel read the note quickly, smiled and spoke softly into the phone, "just make sure you don't move too far away and make sure the place is good enough and…"
"Ok, ok, ok…I have to go and I'll talk to you later. Rach? I love ya hun…" Rachel nodded as the phone went silent.
Rachel ran to the bathroom and switched the shower on. As she stood under the hot water, she considered what to wear to Fennucci's. She didn't own any fancy clothes like they wore in a place like that. Maybe a simple black skirt and blouse, a pair of high heels and some of her good jewellery – the only thing their mother had had left them when she went off with another man 'to find happiness'.
Getting out of the shower, a chill passed over her and she called out Amy's name. No answer. Yet she could have sworn she heard the door close. Her purse was on the bed and she crept through to the bedroom and stopped dead in her tracks.
On the bed were a dozen red roses and an outfit box. A note attached said, 'wear these tonight'. Nothing else. Not even a T. She smiled to herself – she was definitely losing her senses – any other time, someone breaking into her apartment and leaving a box of extremely sexy underwear would have seriously set her on edge and call the cops.
Rachel lifted the black lace out of the box and smiled – he must have been and got this very quickly, unless he had gotten out of bed as soon as she was asleep. Of course, he only had to look at her underwear on the floor to see what size she was. She blushed. The thought of him checking her panties for the size was slightly embarrassing.
She put the new underwear on and looked in the mirror, admiring it from every angle. She thought the package was not quite as nice as the wrapping but her curves didn't seem to have bothered Taylor – quite the opposite actually.
Checking her closet, Rachel selected an evening style black skirt and a bright pink camisole-style shirt. She rolled black hold-ups on and slipped her feet into a pair of sexy strappy sandals. A simple pair of diamond studs finished her off. She checked her self in the mirror. Make up ok, hair brushed, a squirt of perfume and she was good to go. She grabbed her small overnight bag, rang for a cab, and was soon outside Fennucci's.
Rachel took a couple of deep breaths and pushed the door open. The Maitre-D met her, took her name, and showed her to a quiet table at the edge of the room. She saw Taylor sat waiting for her. It took a couple of seconds to register the suit he was wearing. For a moment, she thought it was Chris sitting there, until he looked up at her.
Taylor gave her a big grin and she sat opposite him.
"I wasn't sure you'd come…I thought maybe now I knew who you were, the job might be off," a small wink and she grinned back at him.
"As far as I am concerned, the job is over…but two of my best are with your…hummm…associates," she slipped her jacket off and put it over her chair back.
"Now, there's the thing…Chris and Xander don't know anything about this trouble of illegal use of Xander's footage on the net. He uses a triple password system and the cost to join is, in my opinion, extortionate…unless kids are stealing their daddies gold amex to pay to join. Have you considered that maybe it is someone cashing in on the XanderZone?" He watched her face carefully.
"Well, I guess you know them better than I do," she conceded. "Maybe you should warn them about my girls though…not sure what vitamins they both take but you might have two very tired partners when they eventually return." Taylor watched as she broke out into a very dirty giggle.
He reached over and took her hand in his. Rachel stopped giggling when she felt the warmth of his hand around hers.
"Can we stop talking business now? I just want to talk about you," his smile disarmed her and she felt her new black lace panties get a whole lot wetter. She felt her face turn two shades of pink before she looked up and smiled into his big brown eyes.
Dinner passed very quickly and soon he was helping her into a sleek black Cadillac. She threw her overnight bag onto the back seat. He grinned when he saw the bag and silently drove her back to his place. Getting out of the car, he took her hand and reached into the back for her bag.
As Taylor locked the car, he pulled her against his had body and kissed her, slowly, allowing his tongue to slip into her mouth and find hers. He felt her moan into his mouth and it was met by a groan of his own as his dick throbbed in his pants at the closeness of her body to his.
From the doorway of the building opposite, a shadowy figure watched them kiss.
Taylor led her the back way into his and Chris's apartment above the club, and as they slowly walked up the stairs arm in arm, she said quietly, "thanks for the underwear, it was beautiful. How did you know I liked red roses?"
Taylor stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face her. His face was as black as thunder. "Rachel, I never sent you any underwear or roses. If I had, I would have given them to you here. I don't know where you live, baby."
Rachel felt sick. She was wearing underwear from an unknown sender. And worse than that, the unknown sender had been in her apartment, more than once it seemed, he knew her size.
Taylor saw the shocked look on her face and quickly led her to his door at the top of the stairs. Once inside, he shouted Chris, but the place was silent. The red light on the answer phone was flashing and Taylor made a mental note to check it once Rachel had a brandy inside her.
He watched her run to the bedroom and he followed her, bag in his hand. By the time he closed the door, she was pulling her clothes off and ripping away the offending underwear. Taylor wasn't quite sure what to make of it when he saw her naked.
Rachel pulled the bag from his hand and yanked it open, pulling out a black satin slip and put it on. Taylor could only watch as it traced every of her as it slipped down over her curves.
"Sorry, I am not having that next to my skin a moment longer than necessary," she screwed her face and shuddered.
Taylor took three giant strides and was by her side. He picked up the offending articles and walked out of the room with them. When he came back, he was holding a brandy glass and she saw the amber liquid swirl around as he handed it to her.
"Drink this, baby, it will settle you," he sat her down on the edge of his bed and knelt in front of her. He watched her tip the glass and swallow the brandy in one. He smiled when she grimaced and groaned as the fiery liquid ran down her throat. "Feel better?" his hand ran down her back and to her side.
Rachel gave a small nod. Her head fell against his shoulder. "I wonder who it was? I mean, I don't know that many people here yet…work…" she shrugged. "That's all I do…work…"
"Don't worry about it now. You are safe here and I'll take care of it tomorrow," he kissed the top of her head.
Rachel slowly nodded and turned to look at him, noticing he had taken off his boots and suit jacket. She pulled at his buttons and popped them open one by one. She heard him suck in a breath as her hand brushed his chest.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" his voice barely more than a hoarse growl. "You have had a shock, maybe we should…" he was cut off by her mouth on his.
"Then make me feel better…I'm sure you can find a way to do that…you seem quite a resourceful man…" she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, running her hands over the knots of muscles and down over his thick corded arms.
Taylor grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap, his achingly hard cock brushed her hip a she swung her leg round his body and he remembered she was naked underneath. He slipped his hand along her leg, inching his way to the soft triangle of curls that lay at the apex of her thighs. The heat coming form her pussy was matched only by the wetness his fingers found when he reached it. His fingers slid between her lips and found the hard bud of her clit, rubbing his middle finger around it, making her squirm on his lap.
He buried a finger deep inside her; her walls gripped him as he fucked her with his finger. His lips teased her neck, kissing and biting as she wrapped her hands around his stubbly scalp and threw her head back in wild abandon. Her breasts were thrust against his chest and with his free hand, he slid the thin straps down her shoulders and her breasts came into plain view.
Taylor lowered his head to suck on one very pert nipple, his hand spread out on her back, holding her steady as she rocked on his hand. He slid another finger deep inside her, her pussy was spasming hard around him as she started to cum. He could feel her pussy juice running out of her and over his hand.
Her chest was rising and falling quickly, and a beautiful pink flush covered her throat and chest. She had completely captivated him.
"Ohhhhhh…ohhhhhhhhh….Taylor….oh my god…." She came with a breathy shudder and buried her head against his chest. He smiled to himself and held her tight, pulling his fingers from her.
"Ok baby?" he whispered in her ear. She looked shyly at him and nodded.
"Oh no, look at your pants," she blushed to her roots.
"It's ok, they are Chris's," he laughed softly, as if that made everything ok. "I will get them cleaned before he sees them.
Rachel climbed off his knee and Taylor stood up, quickly unzipping them and pushing them down his legs. His cock bounced free and stood hard and thick. Rachel shrugged off the slip and stood naked before him. Taylor pulled her close and kissed her. He gently lowered her back onto the bed, supporting and cradling her until she was lay in the middle of his huge bed.
Rachel spread her legs for him and Taylor eased himself into position.
"Are you ready for me, babe?" his soft growl asked her.
"Yes, Taylor," she looked at him. She had never been more ready for anybody, ever. She let out a small gasp as he entered her slowly. His thick cock stretched her and he gave short gentle thrusts until he was buried inside her hot, wet pussy.
Taylor lowered himself onto her, just enough to touch her without crushing her and began to gently make love to her. This was not a night for a quick, hard fuck. Slow, steady strokes. Deep and firm.
Rachel wrapped her hands around the muscles on his upper arms and her fingers dug into his flesh as her body reacted to his slow, gentle lovemaking. Her pussy tightened around his shaft and gripped him hard. Her back arched, her head pushed into the pillow and she cried his name, "Taylor!!"
"Oh yes, baby, come for me, oh fuck, yeah…" his felt himself go over the edge as his orgasm pulled his balls up tight. He thrust deep inside her, shooting his hot sticky semen against her tight pussy walls and dropped on top of her, spent.
Rachel clung to him, her fingers still dug into his arms and he saw two tears fall from the corners of her eyes.
"Baby, you ok?" he rolled off her and pulled her over to him.
Rachel's hand rested on his chest, "yes, I am. No man ever took the time to make me…you know…before…" she put one hand over her face and closed her eyes.
Taylor hugged her close, and held her all night as she slept with her head on his chest.
He remembered he had never checked the message on the answer phone. Oh well, can do that in the morning. He certainly wasn't moving yet. Not with a beautiful woman wrapped around him.