It Takes A Nub

Chapter 2:

Testing The Waters

Island Of Jamaul

The private jet set down on a closed field of the Jamaulian airport and stopped in front of a small building. Sam and Freddie disembarked from the plane and entered the building. A short man with thinning gray hair greeted them as they entered, "Ms. Puckett, Mr. Benson, my name is Noah Baker and I'll be your handler for this assignment. Mr. Ambrose and his party are set to arrive off the coast tomorrow afternoon. We still have no conformation on the location of the discs. Ms. Puckett, your "bag" has arrived and is already at the hotel. You will both be staying at the Hotel DeNational, in the honeymoon suite. Your cover is that of the newly married Mr. and Mrs. Benson. Also, as per your request, I have a list of all arrivals on the island in the past twenty-four hours. These are your papers," he handed both of them passports, I.D.'s, credit cards and cash, "and this," he handed both of them a cel phone, "is your link to me and anything you need. It will also allow us to keep a trace on you should something happen. Its water proof, so keep in handy at all times. There is a car waiting just outside for you, so if there's nothing else, good luck too you both."

"You know any place to pick up chicks on this island Noah," Freddie grinned at the smaller man.

"Since you're a "newlywed" I think picking up "chicks" would be highly improper," Noah looked at Freddie without the slightest hint of amusement.

"Noah, baby, if you're going to work with us, you're going to have to lighten up just a bit," Freddie smiled the older man.

"Freddie for the love of God, will you try to take this seriously," Sam grabbed his arm and pulled him out the door, "This is a very important mission and it could be very dangerous, or hasn't that occurred to you yet?"

"Still no reason at be so glum darling, relax we have twenty-four hours before Ambrose gets here, and we are on our honeymoon," he placed his arm around her waist, "What ever could we do for twenty-four hours in a honeymoon suite?" he leaned in and whispered in her ear.

"God, you're a walking hormone, does sex always preoccupy your mind, or are you just doing this for me?" Sam asked as she rolled her eyes.

"Oh darling, just being in your presence has set my soul aflame with long denied passion that won't be kept at bay any longer," Freddie grinned and slid closer to Sam.

Sam burst out laughing at the statement and slid closer to the door, "What a load of bullshit! I can't believe that stream of crap even made it past your lips."

"Yeah, I felt like it was a bit much, but I had to try. So since we're not going to talk about us right now Mrs. Benson, shall we talk about why you and your bosses lied to me about this whole deal? That disc had to have been encoded, and that means that there isn't any way it could have been split up onto three discs, nor would he have wanted to. The only way it could have decrypted at all was if one of three people hacked it. One is in prison, one is dead, and the other is at this moment asking you, why I was lied to," Freddie looked at Sam in a very grim stare.

"Because they didn't think you could trusted," Sam admitted, "They didn't want you to know too much about the whole operation.

"Then why in the hell did they bother to pull me into this…?" he started, "They didn't, you pulled me in! Why?"

"We needed the best, and God help us, your it," She looked him in the eyes as she spoke, "We already lost two people over this and we're running out of time. I know you and I know you are far more talented than anyone knows. We need that disc and we need the files he keeps of his clients. He's got stockpiles of a nerve gas that can't reach terrorist hands. I knew if you came onboard, you'd help me stop this madman before he does damage to half the world. We want you to steal the disc, the files, and if possible the whereabouts of his weapons stock pile."

"So there's no chance for you and me to play newlywed's?" he asked, "I mean that list of people Noah gave you, you can burn it. The disc isn't here and neither is the person or persons that he's coming to meet. So we have time to kill my dear and I say we see if there's any fire left in our relationship."

The car pulled up to the front of the hotel and the exited and went in and checked it. They were shown the suite and their bags were brought up.

After the bellboy left, Freddie began to walk toward Sam. He had the look of an animal on the hunt. Sam waited till he got up close and grabbed his arm and flipped him over. As he landed, he swept his leg and brought her down. Sam groaned and brought her elbow down on Freddie's stomach. He gasped and grabbed her waist and threw her from the floor to the bed. They both got up and circled each other, looking for a weak spot, reaching and pulling back, moving forward and backwards as they circled each other.

"I'm gonna kick your arrogant ass allover this room diphthong," Sam hissed at him.

"Bring it, you blonde demon, bring it," He grinned at her.

She shouted, "AAHH!" and launched herself at him.

Just as she reached him, he spun grabbed her waist and shoved her into the wall, carefully making sure that her legs were on either side of him so as to avoid a groin kick. Her arms were still free and she began to rain blows down on his head and back. He kept one hand on her waist and with the other easily gripped her two arms and had her under his control. He then bent his head and kissed the pulse line on her neck. She moaned and he traced the pulse with his tongue and felt her shiver.

He let go of her arms and returned his hand to her waist. She raised both arms and brought them down to his shirt and ripped it off with a wild grunt and flipped her head back to give him better access to her neck. He sucked a part of the pulse line into his mouth and began to tap it with his tongue. Sam went mad, moaning and wrapping her legs around his waist and letting out a sensual growl of pleasure that caused him to smile as he kissed his way to her chin. He placed his lips on hers and felt and saw a small explosion of light. There was another moan, but this time it was from both of them. Freddie spun around and headed for the bed as he and Sam had a war with their tongues. Not wanting to break apart from her, he pulled her shirt out from her skirt and ripped it from the bottom up to the neckline. She quickly grabbed the two halves and threw them to the floor. She pulled his shirt off and it joined her torn one on the floor. Sam then scratched her fingernails down his back and groaned.

Freddie's legs hit the bed and they tumbled onto the mattress. Sam attempted to roll over so that she was on top, but Freddie cut her off and kept her underneath him. She rolled over again and got on top, only to have him roll her over again. This went on till they rolled off the bed. Every move that Sam made to take control of the situation Freddie countered and refused to give in to her. Sam hated being out of control, but found herself aroused at the same time. This wasn't the Freddie she knew before. This Freddie was strong and confident, and she had to admit it, she had never wanted anyone more in her life.

After three hours, they laid on the bed, Sam's head in the middle of Freddie's hairy chest, her hands playing with the hair and both gasping for air. Sam smiled and asked Freddie in between gulps of air, "What the hell was that, that thing you did at my pulse line, you know, with your mouth and tongue, I swear I had an orgasm when you did that."

"You liked?" he flashed her his "sexy" grin.

"Oh hell yes, you're going to do that again, and often," she grinned back at him.

"Hum, I thought we had a mission to take care of," he looked down at her and ran his hand along her thigh and felt her shiver, "You need to call Noah, I get the impression he doesn't care for me, and tell him we need a boat for tomorrow. I want to be at sea when Ambrose and his bouncy bottomed wife get here. They need," he started making circles on her thigh that kept getting bigger each time and he could feel her begin to tremble as he did so, "meet the happy couple," he began to kiss her neck again, "I figure that they will both take an interest in us," he reached her pulse line, "so be ready to play the sexy card my love," he sucked the skin into his mouth and began to tap it with his tongue. She arched her back and Freddie rolled over on top of her and took her again.

Noah got them a small power boat and they were off the coast diving by ten o'clock. Sam wore the blue bikini that Freddie found so sexy and Freddie wore a black pair of trunks that Sam found extremely hot on him. Around eleven, the "Sea Queen" came into view. Sam took the binoculars and studied the yacht as it approached.

When they get close flag them down and tell them something's wrong with the boat, just try to play the "dumb blonde" for about fifteen minutes," Freddie whispered to her, "that will give me enough time to swim under the ship and slip aboard for a closer look."

"He's bound to have surveillance set up on the boat Freddie," Sam looked worriedly at him, "Don't you think that's risky?"

"Relax baby," Freddie wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close, "I've got the phone Noah gave us, and a few of my own little toys, I'll be fine," and he kissed her.

As the kiss ended, Sam reached and grabbed the "bag" Noah had told her about the day before. She opened it and revealed that it housed several weapons. She took a Walther PPK handgun and slid a clip into it and placed it in a water tight bag and handed it to him, "Make momma happy baby and take this with you."

"And I thought you didn't care," he smiled at her and placed the gun in a pocket.

He kissed her deeply again and slipped over the side and waited for her to signal the yacht. When she did, the yacht pulled along the port side of their boat and a tall gray haired man stepped out of the bridge and smiled down at Sam, "My, my your far too beautiful to be having trouble today, my name is Hans, what can I do for you, Ms.?" Ambrose leered at her.

"Mrs. Benson, but call me Sam," she smiled back at him, doing her best not to show her revulsion, "my husband is diving and I can't seem to get the engine started."

At that point Freddie took a deep breath and dove under the water and headed toward the yacht. He noticed that there were two cameras aft, two on the port and starboard sides, and two at the bow. Freddie reached into his trunks and removed a small black device and aimed it at the yacht. He pressed the button and all the cameras went dead. He then continued to swim under the yacht and quietly surfaced on the starboard side. He found a dive step that was extended down and began to climb onto the deck. As he got close he took something else out of a pocket and stared at it for a minute and smiled to himself. This was going be much easier than he had thought. He lifted himself over the bulwark and stared right into the face of twenty-three year old Carol Ambrose. She was thin, maybe five foot six, it was hard to tell with her laying down, fit and tanned, and very naked. He placed one finger up to his lips in a "shh" move and flashed her his best sexy smile. She grinned back at him and raised her eyebrows and licked her lips at him and never made an attempt to cover herself.

Freddie moved quietly along the starboard side till he found a bulkhead and entered. He pulled the device out again and checked it. He then pasted two doors and stopped at number three. He produced a small piece of metal and slid it into the lock and turned it twice and walked into the room. He looked around for a half second and then went to the bar that was near the back. He felt along the edge and found the latch he wanted and slid the bar aside and looked at the safe and smiled. Fourteen minutes, tops. He slid the bar back and left the room. He made his way back to the deck and down to where he had boarded. He was about to slip over the side, when he turned around and walked up to Carol and planted a small kiss on her lips, "That's for being quite," he then kissed her again, "and that's so I see you late tonight."

With that he slipped back into the water and disappeared. As he swam under the yacht he produced the box again and turned the cameras back on.

Sam had kept Ambrose busy for twelve minutes, and felt like she needed a shower, when Freddie surfaced on the starboard side of their boat and climbed aboard.

"Well I see your husband has returned, I'll wait to see if he gets the motor started," Ambrose sounded disappointed.

Freddie fired the engine and Ambrose smiled and reminded Sam, "The two of you must join my wife and I for dinner tonight, we will pick you up at your hotel at seven."

"Sounds lovely Hans see then," Sam waved and shook just enough to make her breast jiggle.

"No way in hell is that pervert putting one hand on me," Sam stated as Freddie took her in his arms and smiled at her.

"Now, now darling, it's for your country," he planted a deep passionate kiss on her and untied her top, "I think you need a refresher course on proper field techniques."

"Oh really sir," she said in her best sexy voice, "are you sure you're up to the task," as she reached inside his suit.

As they sank to the deck he grinned at her, "Quite sure, I can be a hard taskmaster I should warn you," he placed his lips on her throat.

"I'm counting on it sir," she purred.

Later as they headed toward the shore, Freddie filled her in on what he had found, "I now know why he keeps her alive. He has a very rare safe. It requires two biological matches to open it and she must be the other match. I'm guessing that was done in a fit of passion on his part, but he can't change it, at least not yet."

"So can you open it?" Sam looked worried.

"Of course I can, I need you with me and fourteen minutes and we're in," He told her, "and I ran into Mrs. Ambrose while I was there and she seemed quite nice and totally naked. I think she liked me so I'd say she'll help us if we need it."

"Slut," Sam hissed.

"I thought she seemed quite nice and friendly," Freddie joked.

"I meant you, darling," she smiled.

"Now baby, you know I'm just trying to help you out," he ran his hand around her thigh as he shut the engine down again.

"Oh, just shut up and naked," she laughed and pulled him down to the deck.

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Well sorry it took so long to post, but this story is going to take awhile. I hope you like the way I've gone with these two. I just got tired of having them apart for whole stories and thought this would be more fun to write and read. As always, let me know.