It Takes A Nub

Chapter 3:

Dinner And A Theft

Sam and Freddie tried for the third time to get dressed. Each of the last two times had ended in love making. Sam laughed to herself that she had had more sex in the past two days than she had had in the past twelve years. She found it easy to lose herself in Freddie again. She also found that she was hopelessly in love with the nub.

Freddie also found himself in a quandary over what was happening. He had been in love with Sam since forever and here she was out of the blue back in his life. He felt at ease around and he also felt a need to touch and possess her.

"Zipper please," she said.

He walked up behind her, his shirt still off and took hold of the zipper and began to pull it, down. He spun her around and went to her throat once again. Once again his lips and tongue worked their magic.

Sam moaned, "Shit Freddie, mmmm… ok but this is the last time, we have to get ready! OOHH MY GOD, SO GOOD BABY, OH SHIT, MAMA LIKES!

Two hours later, the sixth attempt to dress worked. Sam wore a low cut green gown that showed her breast off to great effect. It was short so her legs stood out. She wore her hair down and over to her left side. She turned around to see Freddie, looking so hot in a formal black dinner suit with a white shirt and black tie, staring at her.

"What?" she asked him.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life," he looked right into her eyes.

Sam blushed and said, "Thank you, but we just can't baby, we have to meet the Ambrose's in just a minute.

"Slave driver," he turned and took two small devices and placed them in his pockets. He then took a third device and strapped it to his right wrist under his sleeve out of sight. "I'm ready."

"Don't forget the gun," Sam reminded him.

"Baby I really do love you, but I don't need a gun. They make noise and that's not good when you're trying to steal something. I can handle anything that comes up, I promise," he gave her his best cocky grin, "But I love that you care."

"I really wish you'd take it, these people kill out of hand and wouldn't think twice about killing you if they catch you… us," Sam pleaded with him, "I just found you again and I don't want to lose you!"

"I won't get caught and you're not going to lose me. I'm afraid that you're stuck with me baby, cause I'm not going to ever let you go again," he flashed her his sexy grin and grabbed her waist and pulled her into a kiss.

As they left their room they bumped into a tall gorgeous black woman. The woman took one look at Freddie and cried out, "Freddie, honey, how are you darling?"

"Monica, sweetheart, you look great," Freddie said as he hugged her. Sam stood unsure what to do or say.

"Monica, I'd like you to meet the woman who's taken me off the market, this is Samantha, Sam," he beamed.

"Oh my God, the Sam, the one you talked about all the time, this is her?" Monica then hugged Sam and then looked her up and down, "Freddie, you weren't kidding, honey your gorgeous. This guy never stopped talking about you. We "dated" for a few great weeks, but his heart has always been with you. By the way, I hope you don't mind me asking this, but did he do the "pulse" thing on you yet?"

Sam smiled and nodded yes.

"Woof, woof, doesn't that just knock your socks off honey?" she grinned at her, "Darling he did that to me and I lost it, and the thing is I've never been able to find any other man that can do it, and believe me I've tried. You got a very special man here, you treat him right, or you're going to have a string of women very mad at you. Really though, this fine thing has been in love with you forever and as jealous as I am, I must say, I understand why he's been so in love, you both look like you're so happy.

"Thank you, I have to admit that I really want to hate you, but I don't," Sam touched Monica shoulder, "I'm glad to know that the nub has such good taste."

"Maybe later we can get together," Freddie suggested, "But right now we've got dinner with Ambrose."

"Oh honey, stay away from this creep. He's a killer. He also has some truly kinky taste in sex, I'm told. One of my friends joined him one night and said he's really into giving pain, and that he likes to watch his wife while she cheats on him and then will kill the guy, just shoot him or sometimes have a little fun of his own with the guy, if you know what I mean," Monica warned them, "Please baby, don't you try to steal anything from him, he'll kill you,"

"Don't worry doll, you know me, I always have an angle and I'm always careful," he smiled at her, "What else can you tell me about him that would be helpful to me?" Freddie asked, "Does he have a house on the island?"

"Yes but he never stays there, he always stays on his boat. He does a lot of business with the local bank, and he's got a lot of goons that hang around him. The worst of the lot is some guy named Gordon Willies, a real scary dude, his right hand is missing and he keeps these attachments with him. Stuff like a knife, a rotor saw, claws, and a bunch of nasty shit. Please Freddie, these guys are serious, they would kill you in a heartbeat, leave them alone!"

"Thanks Monica, but trust me we'll be fine," he flashed his best grin at her.

Let me know if I can do anything for you honey, and Sam you got a good one hold him close. God hearts all over the world are broken tonight," she laughed as she walked away.

"So will this be happening often, running in to old girlfriends I mean," Sam looked at him.

"It's highly likely," he smiled.

"How many are we talking about, lover?" Sam asked him in her best sexy voice.

"You want a number?" he looked at her in surprise, "Sam I didn't keep some kind of score card, I was young, I had money, and for reasons I can't explain some women found me attractive. I indulged, I didn't do drugs or drink heavily, and I just enjoyed the touch of a woman."

"God, what a load of horseshit," she laughed, "In other words, you went on a booty call almost every night for twelve years.

"Not every night, I did other things," he grinned at her, "every other night maybe, look that's all behind me now, but yes, we will run into old girlfriends from time to time."

"Are you friendly with all of them?" she asked.

"Most of them, yes, I never treated any of them badly, I was never rough or mean to them, I always listened to them, I paid attention to them , and I made sure they always knew that it was temporary. I was nice to them, and so I had many friends with benefits, hell I even subbed for one girl, Tamathy, for her father and walked her down the aisle, he told her proudly, "I'm really not a player darling, and everyone knew about you."

When they got to the lobby, they spotted Ambrose and Carol right away, and Freddie got his first look at Gordon. He looked to be seven feet tall, white hair, and attached to his right arm at the moment was what appeared to Freddie to be a hook. He looked like he would be quite a hand full in a fight.

Ambrose was dressed in a casual brown suit and stood at about five foot eleven with a slight spread at the stomach. He had looked taller on the yacht. He had cold almost gray eyes and gave off the air of evil. His smile was flat and looked more like a tiger looks just before it feeds.

Carol was wearing a dress that went from the shoulders down to just below the panty line, which she didn't have on. Her breast strained against the fabric and looked to be taped to stop spillage, and her nipples stuck out.

"Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Benson, glad to see you are you ready for a fabulous dinner?" he spoke in a flat tone.

"Yes we are sir," Freddie told him as they shook hands. His hand was cold and very strong.

"Mrs. Benson this is my lovely wife Carol," he smiled like a snake as he stared at Sam breast.

"Nice to see so much of you Carol," Sam said as she grabbed Freddie's arm.

"And nice to see you Sam, I guess everyone couldn't be blessed by nature," Carol shot back.

"Shall we go now," Ambrose said as he twisted Carol's arm hard and made her wince in pain.

"Yes sir, after you darling," he smiled at Sam.

"This is my bodyguard Gordon, he looks mean but he's very gentle, unless you cross him or me," Ambrose gestured at the tall man.

"I'll remember that," Freddie smiled.

"I hope so," Ambrose replied in a warning tone.

Gordon opened the door for the four of them and then got in the front of the limo. Freddie and Sam were seated facing the driver, while Ambrose and Carol faced them. The couple stared at Sam and Freddie like they were fresh meat.

"So Mr. Benson, what do you do for a living?" Ambrose quizzed him.

"I am thief," Freddie said with a grin.

Ambrose laughed at his comment, "Very good, are you a good one?"

"I'm the best there is," Freddie replied as Sam looked at him in horror, "So what do you do for a living?"

"I sell arms to terrorist for large sums of cash," he looked Freddie in the eyes, "What brings a thief and his lovely wife to Jamaul?"

"I intend to deal with you over some biological weapons that I have," Freddie grinned and stared right back at Ambrose, "I want someone to take sixteen vials of bubonic plague off my hands. I thought you might be able to help me with that."

"You have the sixteen vials that were taken from The World Health Organization?" Ambrose narrowed his eyes, "And how would you come across that?"

"A very good friend of mine, who is now in prison, took them while retrieving something else. An unexpected bonus, that now sits untended, so I figure why let them go to waste."

"We will talk business after dinner," Ambrose gave Freddie a smarmy smile, "aboard my yacht. For now we have fun."

They pulled up to a very nice restaurant, "The Bay", and got out. Gordon held the door for them and Ambrose whispered to him, "Find out all you can on Mr. Benson, and let me know, quickly."

"Yes sir," the man said in a very deep voice.

Sam whispered in Freddie's ear, "What the hell are you doing? You just told him everything and told that outrageous lie about those vials.

Freddie didn't turn his head but spoke softly, "Relax I know what I doing, and as it happens, I do have a friend in jail who did take those vials. When he found out that was what he had taken he hid them. I do know where they are, and you saw it, he wants those bad, bad enough to let his guard down long enough to get "Green Fire" and his files. Something you said the outer day bugs me, he should be worth billions not millions. I don't think this is the top man."

"When did you figure this out and why didn't you tell me?" Sam hissed.

"In-between round four and five of sex," He grinned at her, "He's got people checking up on me right now and he'll find out that I telling the truth and we get a free passage to the yacht and you don't have to worry about him touching you."

"You did this for me?" Sam asked as she stared at him.

'I'm not letting that scum put his hands on the woman I love darling," Freddie looked her in the eyes.

"Woof, God I want you to take me right now," Sam rubbed his arm, "do you think the bathrooms have sturdy sinks?"

"Let's just see," Freddie said. He went to Ambrose and whispered something and the man laughed and leered at Sam and shook his head.

"Did you just tell him we're going to have sex you pervert?" Sam hissed at him.

"I didn't want him to think something was wrong or spook him," Freddie grabbed her arm and they headed to the restrooms.

Twenty minutes later, they emerged from the ladies room to find a line of women waiting and most of them smiled as Sam adjusted her dress and hair. One lady who looked to be in her seventies smiled at Sam and told her, "Honey if my man looked like him, I'd do the same thing. If I may, what did he do to you to make you scream like that?"

Sam blushed and was about to answer when a beautiful Asian girl walked up to Freddie and said, "Freddie Benson you angel, how have you been?"

"Kim, I'm doing great," he said looking at Sam and winking, "How are you doing?"

"I'm good, not as good as you I see," and the woman turned to Sam, "You must be Sam, Freddie talked about you all the time. I hear that he must have done the "pulse" thing. I don't know why, but he seems to be the only one who can make it work. It uses to drive me nuts. Oh I'm sorry my name is Kim."

"Nice to meet you, but we had better get back to our party Freddie," Sam looked at him with frustration in her eyes.

"Sorry Kim, but nice to see you and maybe will catch up later," he hugged her and left with Sam.

"Are you freaking kidding me?" Sam asked, "On such a small island and two ex's, you run into two exes. Jesus Freddie, when did you have time to steal?"

"Come on baby, we talked about this," he reminded her.

"I know, but it just blows my mind, tech nerd Benson as a stud, and what the hell does everyone know about the "pulse" thing? I guess that explains it."

"Shall we get back to work now darling?" and he lead her to the table.

Gordon was whispering to Ambrose when they got back and he smiled at them. Carol looked at the two of them and asked bluntly, "So dear, is he a good lay?"

Sam beamed back at her, "You'll never know how good dear."

Ambrose laughed and looked at Freddie, "Mr. Benson your story checks out, which is lucky for you. We can talk later about business later."

The dinner was interesting. Carol ran her foot up Freddie leg, and Ambrose leered at Sam all through the meal.

They arrived at the berth for the yacht and boarded her. Ambrose went ahead and opened the lounge for them. Carol pulled Freddie aside, "So lover, what are you really up to? You come aboard this afternoon, and they you tell Hans this story. What's your game?"

"I'm here to make money. I know what this stuff is worth. I'm going to make billions with these vials," Freddie whispered to her as they started walking again.

"He doesn't have that kind of money," she told him.

"His boss does, and that's who I want," he whispered to her.

"He's never even seen his boss, just phone calls. He'll kill you, you know that," she told him.

I can take care of myself, but you know that soon he's going to grow tired of you and use you as bait. Help the two of us and I promise we can get you out safe," and he walked ahead to Sam.

They had drinks and Freddie worked his magic while Gordon watched him like a hawk.

"So Mr. Benson, what are you looking for?" Ambrose bluntly asked.

"One billion sounds good to me," Freddie told him.

"I'll have to see what I can do and let you know tomorrow. Is that acceptable? He asked.

Freddie smiled and said, "That works for me."

No one, not even Sam, noticed that Freddie did something to the couples drink glasses.

At midnight, Ambrose offered them a cabin for the night and everyone went to bed. As he left Ambrose slipped Sam a note asking her to join him alone tomorrow form some "fun".

At three, Freddie and Sam slipped out of the cabin and went to the safe. Freddie had already scrambled the cameras on the boat and when they got to the safe took his other two devices out and began to work. Thirteen minutes later he turned to Sam, "When I tell you place your thumb on this pad. Put this on your thumb," as he pulled out a small piece of what looked like skin and handed it to her.

She put it on and soon Freddie said, "Now," and they both pressed their thumbs down and the safe popped open.

Freddie and Sam looked through it and found a hard drive that Freddie hooked to a small drive of his own making, and downloaded all the information to it.

Twenty minutes after they left they were back in the cabin making love again.

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Sorry it took so long to post, but this story is more complex that most of my things. I hope you like it. The action is getting ready to step it up soon. I wanted to try something different here and I hope it's good. As always let me know.

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