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With all the lights out in the house, minus the bedrooms, I was back in my gown and fixing my hair for the night. I moved over to my bed and slid beneath my warm blankets. Then I rolled over onto my side, my back facing the door. I definitely did not want to stare Axel in the face as he comes in. A part of me was curious, did he sleep naked, did he sleep fully dressed? Who knows how much control these guys have- I mean it's not unheard of for Escorts to screw the agent they're paired with. The Handler gave us two options: we could sign up to be blind folded and sleep with someone to lose our virginity, or we were responsible for losing it on an assignment which meant risking just sleeping with someone with STDs. I signed up sleep with someone. I was glad I didn't see who they were. We can't have any attachments if we can't see them. It wasn't a bad experience. The person who did it was surprisingly gentle despite their rough hands. They didn't speak, just parted my legs, ran their hands over my body to soothe any worries I was having, pushed in slowly before getting faster. I remember he liked it though, he was trying to suppress his moans and grunts of pleasure as he kept going deeper inside me. His hands cupped my breasts a lot.
Was he a light sleeper, or deep?
Silly question, most agents were light sleepers. I realized I may have to get up earlier to pack if I was really going to be staying with them at their home. I didn't want to leave, but my job is not having a say. It's to make sure everything goes well for them. I got so lost in my mind, I didn't realize the sun was already shining through my room. I blinked gently slowly reaching for my cellphone on the night stand. It was just turning six. I finally turned on my other side deciding to get an idea of how the older swede likes to sleep.
I was staring at an empty space. I blinked a bit more confused. The blankets weren't even disturbed. He didn't sleep in the bed? I heard the toilet flushing and I looked up to see Axel exiting only in his briefs. His hair was already smoothened back lying down perfectly.
"You keep it too hot in here." he commented groggily. I scooched over to the end of the bed and looked down noticing the bundle of blankets and pillows on the ground. I was confused.
"You didn't take the bed? Why?" I asked watching him move to the end of the bed where his clothes were folded on my bench. He glanced at me with thick eyes before looking away.
"You did not want me to." he replied in English. His accent was thick and I could tell we wouldn't be having a lot English conversations. My jaw tightened some before relief washed over me. I'd like to think that was a good sign to say he wouldn't force himself on me. I just nodded before getting out of bed. "We have decided that it would be easier that we meet up at your home before assignments to discuss plans, then we leave for said time period." My body came to life with happiness at his words before nodding.
"Alright! Do you and your brothers prefer breakfast before we leave? Your targets aren't expected to meet until noon." I replied moving over to my walk in closet to look for my jeans and black hoodie.
"You cook?" he asked. I nodded.
"I've got biscuits, sweet Italian sausages and I can make some eggs and pancakes if you'd like?" I asked.
"Make it. Don't make pancakes, we don't like pancakes." he said. I nodded and exited the room and moved into the bathroom. I spritzed my hair with water and put some leave in conditioner in my hair before putting a curl cream and some castor oil in my hair unbeknownst to me that Axel had leaned into the door way watching. "What are you doing?"
I glanced at him with a dumb founded look.
"My hair?" I replied before looking at the mirror and finger curling individual strands. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see him just watching. When I was done, I looked over at him and to my surprise, Otto and Oscar were leaning in the room door watching curiously as their older brother. I looked at them with a shrug.
"What you've never seen a black woman do her hair?" I asked. Innocently, the three brothers shook their heads. I scoffed. "Yeah your hair is probably greasy." Axel frowned.
"It is not." he defended and I just shook my head trying not to laugh.
"Who is hungry?" I asked them. Oscar raised his hand almost desperately. Within an hour, I was watching the three brothers eat at my dining table while I just ate from the counter top beside the stove. Axel ate quietly while Oscar reached for a sausage on the plate, and Otto slammed a knife down on the sausage with a frown as if claiming the piece. The two brothers stared at each other as if challenging each other for some dominance that wasn't there. Axel just placed eggs in his mouth and looked at some picture they had. I couldn't help but notice… innocent they seemed. I'd see siblings act like this on TV many times minus the large guns on either side of them. I noticed they had nothing to drink.
"Water, milk, orange juice or apple juice?" I asked. They all turned to me, only this time the stares weren't blank, but instead excitement.
"Apple." they responded. I nodded and sat my plate down and moved to my fridge and getting some cups after. I moved over giving them all their cups. They nodded up at me in thanks and I just moved back to my spot and finished eating. There was a firm knock at my door and now everyone froze and they immediately looked at me before one by one grabbing their guns. Immediate frowns played on their faces. I held up my pointer finger to them as if signaling them to wait and I moved over to the door.
I looked through the peephole right as Axel was behind the door, gun to his chest. I sighed at who it was. I took a small step back and opened the door, just enough to my chest and up were exposed.
"Officer Stevenson, this is very inappropriate that you are here." I replied. The tall, older man in uniform smirked.
"I was in the neighborhood and thought I would canvas the place. Heard there were some suspicious characters at your doorstep yesterday." he said. Axel's face slowly turned to face the door. I shrugged.
"They were friends just passing along. Nothing suspicious here." I replied noticing he lifted his head to look into my place. I shook my head. "Todd, you really can't keep coming here." Todd gave a gentle pout as he leaned in to me.
"I miss you." he said, but I knew it was a lie. Axel's eyes sharpened on the door as he listened while looking at me. I shook my head at him.
"You're married and you kept that from me. You wanted a mistress, and I don't want that." I replied and he scoffed as if my words meant nothing.
"I told you I plan to leave her." he said. I shook my head.
"No you're not." I replied. His jaw clenched and he leaned forward now.
"Fine I'll be honest, I miss being inside you. I miss the feeling of your tight heat wrapped around my cock as you ride me. I miss your moans, your pants, your body against mine." he said. I noticed with each word spoken, Axel's lips started to twitch in a snarl, his eyes darkening. That couldn't be good. I needed to get this cop out of here. I finally nodded at him.
"Okay fine. I'll meet you at the hotel tonight?" I asked and he smiled triumphantly.
"Ten tonight?" he asked. I nodded smiling weakly.
"Ten." I replied and he nodded.
"See you then." he said and I smiled and nodded slowly closing the door and Axel just stepped away from the door and I just watched him and quickly Otto and Oscar came from their hiding spots of the hallway with heavy frowns on their own.
"Explain." Otto stated as all three brothers just stood beside each other, guns in hands. I sighed crossing my arms.
"He's a cop I had a small relationship with. But I found out he was married and ended it. But now he's been… harassing me, showing up whenever he wants trying to…"
"Fuck you." Axel finished stiffly. I looked at him and shrugged and nodded. The three men looked at each other as if having some conversation in their heads. Axel looked back at me reaching into his pockets and pulling out a pair of keys.
"Let's get this over with." he replied placing them in my hands and walking around me. Oscar and Otto followed behind their brother. I looked at the food and plates still on the table. I groaned not wanting to leave the mess so I quickly moved everything to the sink before moving to follow after the brothers.