"Come here bitch!"

Watson spun around

The car park was deserted and the diner was dark, Leah having closed up behind her.

"Leave me alone!" The cry had come from the other side of the diner. Without thought, Watson ran toward the commotion, where she found Leah being pushed across the hood of a car by a man who was trying to hike up her dress.

"You're going to love what I have for you bitch," the man hissed.

"Get off me!"

"Getting off is exactly what I'm after," he sniggered, crushing his lips to hers to cut off any further screams as she continued to struggle against him. "That's it, squirm baby," he taunted. "The more, the better." The sound of a zipper froze Leah and she felt him hard against her leg.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

He whirled around at the interruption, his dick still in his hand.

Watson laughed. "Geez, that must be like fucking someone with a pencil, pencil dick."

"I'll show you how I fuck with it, cunt," he snapped.

"Run along Leah, I'll take care of him," Watson calmly said as if she wasn't facing a would-be rapist. Leah slid off the car and hesitated. "It's ok Leah, he won't hurt you or me." Leah wavered a moment longer, before taking off. "Now, what should I do with you, pencil dick?"

Charlie tried to focus on the road and ignore the sounds coming from the seat next to her. She'd heard those same noise numerous times and knew exactly what it meant. It was the sound of a trigger being pulled. Charlie spared a quick gaze to her left, just in time to see Joey casting an experienced eye over the gun which had jammed on her earlier that night. Joey pulled the trigger again and Charlie barely stopped herself from flinching. While Joey's confession about having had gun training had merely reinforced what Charlie had already begun to suspect about her, it also made her more nervous, because sitting next to her, holding the gun, was a woman who could beat her up with her bare hands or shoot her three times in the heart without missing. It was scary and the only thing preventing Charlie from bolting, was that so far, Joey seemed on her side. How long would that last?

"There's a sign for a motel coming up," Charlie said, shattering the silence within the car and distracting herself from answering her own question. "I could really do with some sleep." Yeah, like that's going to come easily.

"I'd rather we put a bit more distance between us and all of those cops back there."

"We can't just keep driving," Charlie said. "We both need some sleep."

Satisfied it was back in working order, Joey snapped the magazine back into the gun and this time, Charlie did flinch.

"You're right," said Joey. "I think we should avoid staying in motels from now on though. The cops will probably be looking all over for us, so best not to leave too much of a trail for them to pick up," she explained. "Same goes for when we stop for food and petrol. We should just get what we need and then leave without arousing too much notice."

"So where do we sleep then?"

"I'm ok sleeping in the car," she said.

"Same here," Charlie admitted. She'd had plenty of practice on the job, though she suspected this might be the most uncomfortable ever and that was all due to whom she was sharing the car with.

"Look for an off road exit or somewhere to pull over that's out of sight of the road," Joey suggested. She reached up and Charlie's hands gripped the steering wheel even tighter. Charlie relaxed them only slightly when Joey turned off the overhead light. This was going to be a long night.

A short time later, Watson came across a familiar figure walking on the side of the road. She slowed her car and wound down the window. "Can I give you a lift?" she called out.

Leah nodded gratefully and hopped into the car. She'd never felt so nervous or scared in walking home. This town had always been so safe, but after tonight, she was damn well going to be driving to work.

"Thank you," she said to the officer. "For the lift and for before."

"Thanking me is not necessary."

"You saved me from being raped, so saying thank you is the very least I can do."

"I was just doing my job."

"I'm just glad you were there," Leah told her. "Shouldn't I make a statement or something now?"

"I've taken care of him for tonight, but you can come by the station tomorrow and make your statement then." When I'm well out of the picture. "Where do you live?."

"Take the next right," Leah said.

"Is your husband home?" The last thing she needed was to have to explain herself to another person.

"No, Zac's a truckie and he's on a long haul till the end of the week," she replied.

"Must be lonely having him gone for days at a time."

"It is, but he earns good money, so it's worth it," Leah told her.

"That's good," Watson said conversationally. "Hey, can you recommend a good motel in town for the night?"

Charlie stared at the stars through the windscreen. Parked behind the cover of bushes somewhere off the beaten track, Joey was already asleep, yet sleep continued to elude her. There was too much going on in her head to relax. Not just Joey's gun skills, it was all of it. The confessions and the denial. Joey had flat out denied killing Harvey Ryan and she'd seemed convincing enough, but then this was a woman who lied easily, so could she believe Joey? She desperately wanted to, because the alternative didn't bare thinking. It was bad enough that Joey was a thief and a burglar, but a cold-blooded killer was an entirely different proposition. There was also every reason for Joey to deny it and even if she was being truthful, there was still the other problem. In denying her involvement in Ryan's death, Joey had once again skirted around why she had actually been there that night. In her original statement, Joey had claimed she'd heard a shot just as she'd rounded the corner and saw a man with a gun, yet now with everything that had happened since then, Charlie couldn't help but feel that there was much more to it than that.

While Charlie struggled with her thoughts, her pursuers were having differing fortunes for the night.

"Yes, yes, oh my god, oh my god," Leah shouted. She still wasn't sure how this had happened. Not wanting to be alone when she'd gotten home and to thank the other woman further for her timely intervention, Leah had invited her in for a drink, then somewhere along the way, she'd gone from sipping her drink to throwing herself at a woman she barely knew. It was as if all the fear and anxiety she'd felt from the attempted rape, had coalesced into this burning sexual need and this woman just happened to be there when it hit. And boy, how this woman was doing everything to make her forget the nightmare of that man's hands on her. Leah had never been with a woman before, and one who clearly knew what she was doing, first with her hands and mouth and now with a rubber cock.

Leah gripped the headboard of her bed harder as the police officer continued to pound into her from behind. For a rubber cock, it felt wonderful and oh so much bigger than her husband's cock. She could feel every glorious inch as it slid deep, then slid out, then slid in deep, again and again. It had been a joke present for her engagement party and had sat in the box untouched for the last five years of her marriage, but if she'd known it felt this wonderful, she'd have been using it on herself so much earlier.

"Oh yes, oh yes, so hard, oh yes, it's so fucking good, oh so good," she moaned loudly, oblivious to the noises she was making as the headboard banged against the wall with the power of each thrust.

Charlie tossed and turned again, her thoughts unable to move past that night. Joey had obviously seen enough to provide an accurate description of a known associate of the Braxtons, in Penn Graham, so just how close had she really been to the murder and had she seen more than she'd admitted to in her statement? Charlie could have asked a few more questions, but she wasn't confident in getting an honest answer. No, that wasn't entirely fair. As far as she could tell, Joey had answered the questions honestly when she'd asked her tonight, it was just that Charlie wasn't convinced it was the whole truth. Joey was adept at deceiving people, so it'd be easy enough for her to answer a question with enough truth to be believable, while still keeping further relevant information to herself. Charlie's problem now was, how to discern when Joey was being 100% truthful, to when she was being just honest enough while not being totally upfront. Truth was, she just couldn't be completely sure, with any of it, which made their current situation incredibly tricky and uncomfortable. Here she was, stuck in a car with a criminal, one who lied at will, stole, could fight hand-to-hand and most important of all, could shoot and shoot well, yet in spite of her doubts and continued suspicions, a part of Charlie found herself trusting Joey. Not completely, of course, because it's impossible to totally trust someone you know is keeping something important from you, but twice now, Joey had come through for her and saved her life when she could easily have done nothing, and for Charlie, that earned her some trust. Sure, Joey's only way out of that motel room had been to disable Watson first, but she could have sat back and waited until after Watson had offed her. Instead, she'd knocked out Watson, then freed her from her embarrassing position on the bed. Then, there was tonight. Angelo had been seconds away from killing her, of that Charlie had no doubt and if not for the actions of Joey, she'd be dead. And even though it was obvious to her that Joey had ulterior motives for why she did what she did, and while she may have saved Joey's life in return, part of Charlie still felt as if she owed Joey, and as unwilling as she was to admit it before, sticking together was working. So far.

"Oh my god, you're so fucking deep I can taste you in my mouth," Leah cried out in ecstasy. She was lying on her back with her legs straight up in the air as Watson continued to plunder her most intimate depths. Her stamina was amazing.

Graves sent off the email detailing everything she'd obtained from the officers and the scene from where Angelo had been found, then shut down her computer. It was late and she was tired. Her eyes glanced toward the other bed. The motel had been booked out except for one room, so she and Dex were forced to share. At least it was a twin bed, not a double, but she was still reluctant to go to sleep. She'd never slept in a room with a man before. She wasn't a virgin by any means, but her encounters were usually a quick fumble in the sack, then back into her clothes. She'd never even let a lover into her own bed, it was always their bed or a car or even a toilet cubicle, just so she could make a quick getaway. Sex had never been a big factor in her life, it was just something she occasionally liked to do with the latest random guy to relieve some tension, and she'd yet to meet a man who made her wish for anything different. Until now.

Dex was an odd one, so different to anyone else she'd worked with or even known before. He was nice though. He was funny. He was goofy and oh god, she couldn't stop thinking about him in a way she really shouldn't be. There was only two years between them age wise, but professionally, she was well ahead of him and outranked him, so she really shouldn't be imagining what that cute goofball was like in bed. Stop it, she told herself. The last thing she needed was to have those thoughts in her head when it came time to sleep. Oh fuck, she hoped she didn't talk in her sleep.

"This is the place," Tegan said as the town came into view.

"Pity they're long gone by now," said Hayley.

"At least we're closer than we were before," Tegan pointed out. "Just think baby, it's only a matter of time now, before we're filleting that lovely copper's flesh."

"I love it when you talk like that," Hayley said. "Pull over," she ordered. "I need to fuck you right now."

Grinning, Tegan didn't hesitate and in a matter of seconds, the car was on the side of the road and her girlfriend's top and bra was tossed into the backseat. Hiking up her skirt, Hayley manoeuvred herself over her girlfriend's lap. Tegan smirked when she found Hayley wet to her touch. Pushing her undies to the side, Tegan thrust her fingers inside her.

"Oh baby, I love your hands," Hayley cried, her hips working furiously against her hand. With her free hand, Tegan flipped on the inside car light. Anyone driving by would get a good view of Hayley's tits as she bounced up and down on her hand. She loved public sex almost as much as sex after violence. Tegan latched onto one of the bouncing breasts, sucking hard and imagining the mind-blowing sex the two of them would have when this was all over.

Yet another thought had Charlie thinking back to that night when Harvey Ryan was murdered. Joey had placed two of the Braxton brothers within the vicinity of the murder. Would she really have done that if she worked for them? She could understand naming a couple of Braxton associates, but actually placing two Braxtons in the vicinity of a murder was a pretty ballsy move for anyone to make. Charlie sighed. It would be nice to conclude that as proof Joey wasn't also a Braxton associate, but it would be remiss of Charlie to ever underestimate Joey again. She'd seen for herself how the woman lied and told people what they wanted to hear and that night may have been no different.

So what if Joey was an employee, then when she got caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, she decided to play the witness in order to protect herself. Charlie couldn't forget that Joey had kept that credit card hidden, even after they'd explained why they'd confiscated all her cards, or so they thought, and her cash, yet Joey had kept one hidden. Why would she do that unless she planned to use it? Had she just been waiting for the right moment to make a run for it? She'd had plenty of those moments, Charlie reminded herself. That was after it had all gone to shit though, but what about when it was the three of them and there was no hint of what was to come? And why the fuck are you doing this to yourself, Charlie? One minute you say a part of you trusts her, then you look for a reason not to.

"Oh fuck, that's so good," Leah groaned as she sat straddled across Watson's lap, with her back to her, so that every time she raised her hips to lift herself off the cock, then sat down on it again, she could feel the other woman's breasts rubbing against her back. The hard nipples, along with the hard cock buried deep inside her was a wonderful combination, only bettered when her lover reached around to cup her breasts and squeeze in time to her movements. Leah felt that familiar tingling and her pace quickened, wanting to reach that climax yet again.

"You stupid bastard," Pee Wee said for the hundredth time since they'd run out of petrol. All Brodie had to do was fill up the tank while he went and got a navigation system for the car, but even that was too hard for his idiot friend. Chatting up women is what he'd been doing instead. Pee Wee couldn't blame Brodie, the women had been hot, but fuck it, he could have chatted them up after he'd filled the fucking tank, then they wouldn't be stuck in the middle of fucking nowhere with no other car in sight.

"Fucking hell Brodie," he complained when Brodie farted. He was going to kill him before this was over.

Casey sighed heavily. Stu hadn't come back to the hotel room, so he must have scored it with that chick he'd been flirting with at the bar. At least that would keep Stu out for the night and allowed Casey to have some time alone. He was sick of this. He was sick of the driving, sick of the constant updates from Heath, most of all, he was sick of being stuck in this situation just because he was a Braxton. He was about to be a father, what sort of example was he setting for his kid? Brax might think this was ok, but more and more, Casey was feeling completely at odds with his siblings. What could he do about it though?

He didn't want to abandon his kid. Part of him was actually looking forward to being a father. It was Denny that was the problem. He could barely stand her and he'd long suspected she'd deliberately gotten pregnant to him as a way to secure her future. The Braxtons had money, she wanted it and she'd used him to get exactly what she wanted.

"It's your own fault," he said into the empty room. At the end of the day, he could have said no to her advances, but he'd wanted to have sex and now he had to live with the consequences. How different his life could have been if only he'd been born with a different surname.

"Oh yes," Leah sighed. She lay on her side, facing Watson, her leg hooked over hip, their nipples lightly brushing against each other as Watson slowly thrust in and out of her. Frantic had been wonderful, but as they kissed, she realised that slow and loving was beautiful as well. She never wanted this to end.

Charlie was still mulling it over. Joey could be working for the Braxtons by choice, or, on the other hand, she might be without even realising it. It kinda made sense that Joey wouldn't know the name of her employer, as not everyone always did, especially if you worked odd jobs and picked up work here and there. There were a lot of jobs where you might not know the names of those at the top of the food chain or where you just didn't care enough to find out. After all, for some people, work was just a paycheque and it was the manager or supervisor you dealt with day to day, not the owners, so who cared about the rest, as long as the money is in the bank when it's meant to be, so it was possible for Joey to be connected to the Braxtons without even realising it. There was also the possibility that Joey had no previous connection to the Braxtons before that night at all. Charlie shook her head. That was back to this all being one coincidence after another, which she wasn't buying in to. So what was the whole truth? She didn't know, but the one thing Charlie was certain of, was that Joey was still keeping things from her.

"Fuck, that was so amazing," Leah breathed reverently as she came down from her latest orgasm and finally settled next to Watson. "I just realised, I never even got your name."

"Just call me 'oh my god'."

Leah chuckled and rested her head on Watson's shoulder. She sighed happily when the woman put her arm along her back, holding her close and kissed the top of her head. Leah closed her eyes, feeling safe.

Oh my god Charlie, you're just going around and around in circles, just like you always do with this woman. Just accept that you can't completely trust her, but you need to work with her to get through this, because your chances of survival by going on alone was a lot less than it would be by staying together.