CHARMING'S AUTHORS NOTE #1: It's that time ladies and gentlemen! The second arc of Desire is finally here! Seven chapters, 43,203 words! This has been literally months in the making and I'm so happy to finally share this with all of you. College was crazy this semester so I didn't always have a lot of time to write, often times I had no time at all. To put it in perspective, I started writing chapter thirteen 114 days ago. I wanted to include more stuff in the second arc, but ultimately my road map has no more room for extra stuff in the second arc, lest it encroach on the third arc. It's all very confusing I know.
CHARMING'S AUTHORS NOTE #2: So, in this chapter we'll meet Nora Rogers, in all her glory. This particular chapter is all about her, as are the next two after this one. Originally the second arc was four MASSIVE chapters, but I split fourteen, fifteen, and sixteen into two chapters each, thus giving us seven total for this arc. The simple truth, is that nobody wants to read a chapter that is 11,300 words, I know I certainly don't want to read that. I urge all of you to reserve your judgments about Nora as a character until after chapter fifteen, so that you all can meet all of her.
CHARMING'S AUTHORS NOTE #3: Going forward, expect to see more intense descriptions of violence, more detail, more grounded, more violent. I've just kind of embraced the violence whenever I right it, so don't expect gunfights going forward to be like they were in the show. No, in Desire, gunfights are going to be brutal, chaotic, and grounded in reality. You'll see what I mean eventually.
CHARMING'S AUTHORS NOTE #4: A big thanks to my wonderful friend and beta reader Nev Rawlins, AKA nevr, he's slogged his way through my insanely long chapters for five months now as i've worked on this second story arc. I could not have done this without him and his feedback. Thank you Nev, this is only possible because of your pushing me to continue Desire.
CHARMING'S ADDITIONAL AUTHORS NOTE: If you go back, you'll see that i've deleted all of the song lyrics from this story, I know that some of you liked that part, but I wanted to make this story more compliant with the rules of this website. This story means too much to me to have it taken down by some asshole white knights.
Desire
A Story by
CharmingCharles2896
Chapter Inspired by the Song
Rooster by Alice in Chains
Chapter Thirteen
Listerine Girl
Houston, Texas
Monday, August 6th, 2001
8:01 PM CST
Her parents had been nervous for weeks, she'd noticed. She may have been sixteen, but she wasn't a kid anymore, she knew something was wrong. Her parents had been settling affairs for a few weeks, paying off debts, giving things away, it was all very strange. Now there was an ominous pounding on the front door, and it would seem that her parents had seen this coming. They'd had her collect some things in her backpack, nothing for the up-and-coming school year, but personal items, things she wanted to keep. When her mother had told her to do that, the fear had begun to rise within her. Now as the banging on their front door grew louder, she was afraid.
"Momma, what's happening?" she asked, fear apparent in her voice. Her mother came over to her and captured her in a tight hug. She'd been taller than her mother for several years now, so a hug wasn't as enveloping as it used to be. Still, in the moment, the embrace of her mother steadied her.
"It's going to be okay, Sweat Pea, remember, you are strong, you are brave, you are powerful, there is nothing you can't do." Even in her fear riddled state, her mother's words steadied her.
"Houston Police, open up!" She looked over at the front door and the panic returned. "Breaching!" she heard through the door mere moments before the door exploded open and her world changed forever.
The Gulf of Mexico
41 Nautical Miles North-Northwest of Havana
Wednesday, May 13th, 2009
11:35 AM CST
Eight Years Later…
Ugh, Listerine, if she had to taste Listerine one more time it would be too soon. Then again, the alternative was to continue her day with the taste of him in her mouth, which was not happening. When this finally ended, she was switching to scope, fuck Listerine. Cassidy Harris, aggressively swished around the blue mouth wash, hoping that with every swish she'd magically wash away the morning's events. Day seventy-nine, in her life as a live in sex toy for the rich and famous. It was supposed to be a weekend, just a weekend in Cancun, but five words had changed everything.
You know what to do
They all expected her to simply do this shit and not care. Of course, it was her job and her life, but it no longer felt like it was her own. Long ago she'd lost herself, somewhere beneath a pile of sweaty men floundering around on top of her, time after time. She was made for more than this, she knew she was, even if nobody else thought so. All she needed was an opportunity to show everyone what she could do.
Cassidy spit the blue liquid into the sink and turned on the water, rinsing the blue away. The blonde, her skin tan from time in the sun, leaned down and placed her mouth under the running water. She looked at her nicely tanned skin in the mirror as she swished the water around to rinse away the remaining mouth wash and spit that into the sink as well. Now finished with her work, she found a towel and dried her face.
"Cass," came the deep voice from the bedroom.
"What?" Cassidy replied tersely, still upset with her boyfriend. The tall blonde felt the large presence of her boyfriend in the doorway, his six-foot seven-inch height feeling massive in the small cabin lavatory on his yacht.
"Will you please look at me, Cass?" Marcus asked with a hint of contrition in his voice. Cassidy turned around to look at Marcus, a perturbed look on her face, her eyebrow raised, demonstrating exactly how she felt about his actions.
"What is the one thing I told you was not okay?" Cassidy said with clear anger in her voice. Marcus, a man who towered over the admittedly tall blonde, looked at her meekly and spoke quietly.
"I didn't allow you to pull your head off." Cassidy nodded and took a half step towards Marcus.
"No, you didn't." Cassidy stopped, her anger bubbling over. "That is my one thing, Baby," she said as tears welled up in her eyes. "I love our sex life, I love how good you make me feel, I really like doing what we did this morning, but I only have one rule, one which you cannot break," Cassidy reiterated. Marcus huffed in frustration, obviously not seeing what the big deal was.
"I don't get it, what's the big deal?" he asked, trying to understand. Cassidy looked away, unsure if she wanted to answer and dredge up old pain.
"It's a control thing, okay?" she said quietly.
"Control? You let me be in control all the time, you let me tie you up just yesterday," Marcus reminded her. The tall Samoan man could see Cassidy struggling with something, before a single tear leaked from her eye and streaked down her cheek.
"It's what my father used to do, okay?" Cassidy said loudly, obviously upset that the old wound was torn open again. Marcus blanched, as Cassidy began to cry. "For years, he'd put his hands in my hair like that and tell me to be a good girl and finish the job. I swore I'd never allow another man to do that to me again." Marcus felt like an ass, as Cassidy continued to cry pitifully. Finally, he pulled her into a comforting hug, feeling her tears against his muscular chest in his tight tee-shirt.
"I-I had no idea, I'm so sorry, Cass, I'll never do it again, I promise." Cassidy simply nodded into his chest. Eventually she calmed down enough and pulled away from him, grabbing some toilet paper to wipe her tears.
"It took me a long time, and a lot of therapy to get past that; so, when I say that is the one boundary that is non-negotiable, I mean it." Cassidy could see him nod at her words and relief flooded through her. She glanced in the mirror and saw the state of her. "God look at me, I'm a mess," she said as she went for her makeup bag. The feeling of Marcus' hand on her forearm, stopped her in her tracks, she looked over at him and saw the look in his eyes.
"Cassidy, listen, I really am sorry." Cassidy nodded as he continued. "If I'd known about… that." Cassidy simply nodded once again and watched the normally personable Samoan man struggle for words. "If I'd known, I never would have done it, you have to know that right?" Cassidy wasn't so sure, but she nodded anyway. Marcus got a small smile on his face and pulled her in for a kiss, his tongue quickly finding hers as they deepened the kiss. When the two of them broke the kiss, Marcus hummed in satisfaction.
"Mmm, Listerine, I love that taste." Ugh, and just like that the dread was back, fuck Listerine.
~X~
The Gulf of Mexico
7 Nautical Miles Southwest of Key West, Florida
Wednesday, May 13th, 2009
3:21 PM EST
Cassidy Harris was a young woman, she loved the sun and the warm temperatures of the gulf, especially being from Minnesota. Now she found herself on display, no, laying out in the sun. Marcus Leota, was a powerful man, he was nice enough, a good lover as far as her experience was concerned, and generally speaking an okay boyfriend. That being said, he did have a penchant for liking it when she wore her micro bikini with the sling-shot G-string that he'd bought her before they departed on this trip. She admittedly hated wearing the swimwear, if it could be called that. The little black two-piece micro bikini was barely big enough to keep her covered up down there, let alone contain her ample bust. Then again, that was likely the point.
After the incident in their bedroom earlier, Marcus had gone off to take care of some business, while Cassidy took in the sun, alternating between laying out and cooling off in the shade. When Marcus had suggested she wear her micro bikini, she knew it was because he liked showing her off to the crew, showing them what he had, that none of them ever would. She knew he was a powerful business man, who did a lot of business with the Cuban's, so it wasn't surprising to her at all that he liked to show off.
"Damn," she heard Marcus say under his breath, as his heavy foot falls approached. Cassidy sat up on her elbows and looked off to her right, where Marcus quickly approached in swim trunks and little else.
"There's my big, strong man," Cassidy began with a big smile, getting a flex from the muscular Marcus. The large man gave her a lustful look as he bent down and kissed her, his right hand finding her breast quickly, pushing the tiny rectangle of black nylon fabric out of the way. "Baby," Cassidy mumbled into the kiss as she felt his hand on her chest.
"What? You're just too beautiful, I couldn't resist," Marcus said as he pulled his hand away and admired her body. Cassidy sat back and quickly readjusted, giving him an amused look.
"You're not the one I'm worried about seeing me with my tits out." Marcus simply chuckled and sat down sideways in the sun chair to Cassidy's right, facing her.
"Come on, Baby, none of the crew are around," Marcus replied, trying to reason with her.
"I'm not some slut who'll take her clothes off for just anyone, Marcus," Cassidy began, reminding him of the respectful dynamic they'd been working on as of late. She saw him back off slightly so she gave him a sultry smile. "That being said, if you get on that little radio of yours and order the crew not to come out here, then I'll rock your world right here in the sun," Cassidy said as she rose from her chair and gave him her best bedroom eyes.
"Really?" he asked in amused surprised, his grin turning wicked.
"Oh yeah," Cassidy said as she sat down in his lap. "I've been yelling at you so much the last few days. We're out here on this beautiful yacht, and I'm being such a bitch to you. I figure I'll do all the work, and you'll reap all the reward. How does that sound?" She asked with a sultry raise of her eyebrow. Marcus simply smiled to himself and reached for his radio. With a single beep, Marcus brought the radio to his mouth and spoke.
"No crew allowed on the Party Deck; all crew found watching will be thrown overboard." Cassidy gave him a concerned look, he simply mouthed that he was kidding and then set his radio down on the small table positioned between the two chairs. Cassidy's sultry smile returned and she reached for the fabric barely containing her chest. As her ample bosom came into view, she saw the grin on Marcus' face and simply smiled back at him.
"You've always been obsessed with these babies," she said as she admired her chest. "They are pretty amazing." Cassidy pushed Marcus down on the chair and straddled his pelvis, her barely covered center pressed against his hardening bulge. Marcus' hands replaced her own on her breasts and she hummed at the sensation. Knowing it was time to get this party going, Cassidy went for Marcus' trunks as she spoke.
"Let's get these off of you, maybe even out the clothing level a bit," she said with a wink as she gave his trunks a pull. Just before his trunks gave way, her cell phone rang on the table, grabbing both of their attention. Cassidy and Marcus looked at each other and then at the phone once again.
"Didn't you tell your folks that you'd be out of the country and they shouldn't call you?" Marcus asked as the phone continued to ring. Cassidy simply nodded.
"Of course, my folks can't afford international rates," Cassidy said as she got up off of Marcus, much to his disappointment and went to grab her phone. Cassidy yelped in shock when she felt his large hand smack her left butt cheek. Cassidy looked back at Marcus with an amused smile and shook her head. When Cassidy turned her attention back to her phone, she saw who was calling.
Nana
That was the last person she'd thought would contact her and it showed on her face. Marcus saw the change instantly and sat up. "Who is it?" Cassidy looked back at her boyfriend in shock and spoke with an absent voice.
"It's my Nana, I haven't received a call from her in nearly six years. The last time she called me, there was a death in the family." Marcus' eyes widened at her words.
"Go to the bow of the ship and answer it, it'll be most private there." Cassidy quickly put her micro bikini back over everything and took off for the front of the massive one-hundred and fifty-foot yacht. Once Cassidy was out of earshot, she answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Agent Rogers?" Came the voice of her handler back in DC, she really hated Clyde Decker, but Graham had always like the man, no matter how crooked and morally bankrupt he was.
"Hey, Nana, how are you?" Nora replied into the phone as she passed one of the men who crewed Marcus' yacht. The man practically fucked her with his eyes as he walked past, but that was nothing new to Nora Rogers.
"So, you're not secure?" Decker said back to her in his usual snarky tone.
"I told you, Nana, I'm on my boyfriend Marcus' yacht, we're sailing all over the Gulf of Mexico," Nora replied as she came to the bow of the ship and stopped, looking over her shoulder briefly.
"Cute, Agent Rogers, very cute. Anyway, I need you to wrap up your operation," Decker said flatly, like it was the easiest thing ever.
"Why, Nana, I thought you like your rose bushes?" Nora said back, hating that she had to talk in code like this.
"You're being recalled back to Washington. Terminate everyone on board, we'll send a chopper to pick you up at the GPS location in your cellphone in four hours." Nora couldn't believe what she was hearing, they'd had her fucking this pig for nearly three goddamn months in order to get close enough to him for her to be able to see who his Fulcrum contacts were and now that she was finally almost there, they wanted her to kill him and the six other crew members on board without any weapons?
"Decker, I don't do wet work," Nora said into the phone quietly. Decker merely huffed at her remark, paying her words little mind.
"I don't care how you do it. You can fuck them to death for all I care, just kill them. You're good at fucking, so that shouldn't be any trouble for you, Listerine Girl," Decker remarked with a chuckle before the line went dead. Nora brought the phone down to her side and simply breathed for a few moments, trying to find her calm center once again. Once Nora was certain she'd regained her calm and wouldn't look like the raging inferno of anger that she was on the inside, she turned around and started on her new task. She had to eliminate six crewmembers and Marcus and she had four hours to do it. The first thing Nora did as she walked from the bow of the ship, past the Helipad, was stash her phone somewhere that it would be safe, but she could find it later. She needed both of her hands, but they were tracking her phone, so the phone had to survive. Seeing a dark spot beneath the helipad, Nora quickly stashed her phone and then turned back towards the rest of the ship. She'd been on this massive yacht for the last twenty days, so she'd memorized the crew's schedule and routines. If their patterns of behavior held up like the previous Wednesday, then Constance would be upstairs cleaning the living quarters, Drew and Francesca would be in the galley getting dinner started, and she'd just seen Richard walking towards the stern, likely on his way towards the engineering spaces to look at the engines. Serena, the bartender was likely in the galley waiting for Marcus to give the all clear so she could return to the bar on the party deck. That left Jaxson, the ship's Captain, up in the bridge like always.
Thinking logically, Richard was the most likely to move around the ship, so he was the first one that Nora should target. That posed issues on its own, considering he was the second largest man on the ship, second only to Marcus. With a plan in mind, Nora walked to the door closest to her and opened it, seeing a living room. She knew the galley was on the other side of that room, through another door. Nora quietly crept across the room to the hallway off to the right leading towards the stern of the ship. Now in the hallway, Nora walked past a series of wooden doors, Marcus being a fan of the traditional nautical styling. She knew from her observations that the stairway to engineering was the fourth doorway. Once Nora had found the door, she quietly opened it, and peered inside, the loud hum of the engines greeting her ears. She knew from the blue prints of this ship, which she'd studied before taking the assignment, that this stairway would put her on the opposite side of the engineering spaces, versus the stairway from the outside that Richard likely took after he walked past her earlier. Nora crept down the stairs and quickly found herself surrounded by tall stacks of supplies and mechanical equipment. The engines were towards the stern of the ship, so Nora turned to her right and walked slowly and quietly towards the stern. As the hum of the engines grew louder and louder, she heard the tapping of shoes, they were periodic, like a man walking from gauge to gauge, checking things over.
Sure enough, when Nora arrived at the engine compartment, she found Richard checking over the engines, the loud hum of the engines filling the room. She quickly struck up her sexiest pose, thinking it was best to play towards her greatest tactical advantage, his being a pig. Richard glanced to his right as he checked a gauge and spotted her, doing a double take as he saw her. The shadows cast by the lighting on her body made her look mysterious and beautiful, and the positioning of her body, made her legs in the sling shot G-string look infinitely long.
"What are you doing down here?" Richard said as he turned towards her and drank in her nearly nude form. Nora simply gave him her best smoldering look and moved toward him.
She shrugged at him as she approached, "I see the way you look at me." She saw the change in his body language as she spoke, Richard having never heard this tone in her voice. "If Marcus knew that you fuck me with your eyes every time we pass each other, he'd have killed you a week ago." Nora instantly saw Richard's eyes open wide in fear, the man obviously nervous and unsure of her intentions. She noticed the change in him, because his eyes, which had been alternating between her barely contained breasts, the cleanly shaven and barely covered flash of her pubic mound, and her eyes, suddenly looked only into her eyes.
"I'm sorry Ms. Harris, I didn't mean no disrespect by it, I swear," Richard said nervously as he began to sweat. Nora closed the distance between them, now standing only a foot away at most.
"Of course you meant it, you want to fuck me; don't you, Richard?" Nora asked as she leaned in closer, while adding a teasing lilt to her tone. Richard swallowed nervously and nodded. Nora smiled deviously and leaned in closer, her mouth mere inches from his left ear at this point, her body practically pressed against him at this point.
"I want that too," she whispered into his ear, eliciting a gasp from the twenty-two year old crewmember.
"Y-you do?" he asked, unsure if he'd heard correctly. Nora gave Richard a confident smile and spoke into his ear once again.
"Marcus can't satisfy me; I need a real man. Are you a real man, Richard?" Nora breathed into his ear seductively, getting a shutter from the poor defenseless crewmember. Richard nodded eagerly, his face still an image of nerves. "I need you Richard, I need you right now," Nora moaned into his ear as she ground herself into him wantonly.
"What if we get caught?"
"The engines will cover up the noise, now get this belt off and give me what I need!" Nora begged as she reached for Richard's utility belt, which housed his keys, his pistol, and his other supplies as ship security. Nora crashed her lips into Richard's as she fumbled with the belt, getting a moan from the guy in the process. When the belt gave way, Nora cast it aside, making sure to subtly pull the Maglite from the belt. As Nora deepened the kiss, she tightened her grip on the flashlight and prepared herself.
"I am so sorry about this, Richard," she mused to herself silently, knowing she'd never forget this moment, much like the others. In a flash, Nora pushed Richard back a half step and swung the large metal flashlight, crashing it into the poor boy's skull with a sickening crunch. In an instant, Richard flumped to the ground with an obvious skull fracture, clearly no longer conscious. Knowing the job wasn't done, Nora swung again, impacting Richard's skull again with another sickening crunch, this time caving the skull inward, a clear killing blow. Nora looked down at herself and saw no obvious spatters of blood on herself, which was lucky. She quickly looked around the room for a spot to hide the body, deciding on a dark corner of the room.
Nora grabbed Richard by his boots and with great effort, dragged him to the spot. Once the body was stowed, Nora collapse onto the ground, huffing and puffing from exertion. She hated wet work, she couldn't do work like this, it was so intimate and personal, but she had a job to do. Knowing that she was wasting time, Nora got back to her feet and looked through Richard's things, she grabbed his gun and radio, hating the fact that she didn't have any damn pockets. She knew she could take his utility belt, but it would make so much noise that it wasn't worth it. For the same reason, she refrained from taking his boots, she'd swim in them they'd be so big on her feminine feet.
With Richard eliminated, the next easiest target would be Constance, she was a nice Mexican woman, which was going to make this suck the most. With a pistol in her right hand and a radio in her left, Nora returned to the staircase that she'd originally came from and ascended back up to the main deck. As Nora passed through the door leading back to the hallway, she knew that there was a passage way immediately to her left. The passageway allowed people to cross over to the other side of the ship and climb the staircase to the next deck, where the cabins were. Nora peeked around the corner and saw nobody there. She could see a doorway on the left side of the passageway, just before the staircase that led up to the living quarters. This door led to the galley, which meant that to her right was the dining room and eventually, through a set of double doors sat the party deck and Marcus. Nora entered the passageway and crept silently towards the stairs. She could hear Serena, Drew, and Francesca in the galley talking and joking through the closed door. As the dining room came into view, she saw the double doors closed. Marcus looked to still be sitting out there waiting for her return. It would only be a matter of time, before he came looking for her.
Nora quickly found the staircase and ascended to the living quarters; her steps as quiet as a church mouse… the world's deadliest church mouse. As the living quarters came into view, Nora heard the sound of the vacuum cleaner running. Constance was doing her usual work at this time of day. The sound appeared to be coming from the crew living quarters; so, with her gun draw, and the volume turned down on her radio, she crept towards her next target. As each living space came into view, Nora cleared each one and moved on. Finally, the sound of Constance's humming filled Nora's ears; this was gonna suck so bad. Constance was a good person and she didn't deserve this at all, which was why she wasn't going to do to Constance what Nora had done to Richard. As Nora arrived at the doorway, she pressed up against the wall and peered inside; Constance had her back turned, vacuuming away like any other day. Silently, Nora set her pistol down and her radio, and prepared herself for what was to come.
"I'm sorry Constance," she mused as she rushed into the room silently and quickly circled her arms around Constance's neck. In a flash, Nora broke Constance's neck, killing the poor woman quickly and silently. Nora gently laid Constance's body down on the ground, careful not to make a sound. As Nora was about to leave, she saw Constance's eyes peering back at her, with all neck injuries, death wasn't instantaneous it would seem. As Nora saw the shock and betrayal in Constance's eyes, she had to look away.
"I'm sorry, Constance, I didn't want this, but I have a job to do." Without another word, Nora rose to her feet and returned to the hallway. As rage burned inside Nora Rogers, she wanted to know who the hell thought they were so important to make her do this. Nora had only ever had to terminate two people in her entire career, but by the end of this she will have more than tripled that number! Nora collected her gun and radio and made her way to the staircase. Once again there was a passageway leading to another staircase. The bridge was on the deck above her, so she needed to go up another level. Crossing over to the other side of the ship, Nora found the staircase and silently made her way up to the bridge. Just before she'd be in sight of Jaxson, Nora deposited her pistol and radio on the steps and straightened her micro bikini out, wanting to look her best. Nora walked the rest of the way and entered the bridge with her best smile on her face. Knowing her next target, Nora decided to dial back the sex appeal a small amount. Jaxson wasn't a twenty-two-year-old boy who thought mainly with his cock. Jaxson was in his mid-thirties, likely thirty-five or so, shorter than the other men on board, but no less good looking. Black men usually weren't Nora's thing, but she did have to admit that the older man had a certain quality about him that the twenty-four-year-old CIA agent could certainly enjoy if the mood struck.
"God, the shrinks at Langley would have a field day with me, I'm a walking PSA for daddy issues," Nora grumbled internally. Jaxson spotted Nora instantly and though he tried not to look, his eyes quickly wandered over her body. Nora smiled internally; this would be so easy.
"Ms. Harris, what can I do for you?" Jaxson said as he refocused on his task at hand instead of the stunning blonde standing to his left. Nora gave Jaxson a smile and walked further into the bridge.
"Just came up to talk," she began. Jaxson nodded in understanding, but seemed to be trying his hardest not to look at her body. "We haven't talked much this trip." Jaxson nodded again only glancing in her direction.
"No, we haven't, Ms. Harris," Jaxson said professionally.
"It's Cassidy, Jaxson," she said to him in a voice positively dripping with honey. Jaxson nodded and looked at her, his eyes drinking in her form once again. Nora closed the distance and sidled up next to the captain.
"You are a very beautiful woman, Ms. Harr-I mean Cassidy." Nora simply bit her lip and smiled at him; men ate that shit up.
"And you, are a very beautiful man, Jaxson," Nora replied as she ran her finger up and down his muscular arm. She saw the shocked look on his face and giggled, it was so easy sometimes.
"Just because you're older than Marcus, and Drew, and Richard, doesn't mean I don't see you. You're more mature than all of those little boys who strut around like peacocks. You're like the father of this ship," she said as she looked at him through her eyelashes, her finger still tracing circles on his arm. "You're the daddy of this ship, Jaxson." Nora leaned in close to Jaxson's ear and spoke in her most lust filled voice, knowing full well it was time to seal the deal. "You want to be my daddy too? Cause I've been a bad girl and I need to be taught a lesson." She felt him shudder and she knew she had him.
"Come on, Daddy, let me show you how bad I can be?" Nora said as she pushed him gently away from the control panel, towards his rolling chair in the middle of the room. Jaxson looked positively stunned and extremely turned on if the bulge in his slacks was any indication. Glancing down at his bulge, Nora gave Jaxson a wicked smirk.
"I think somebody wants to be naughty with me." The older black man gulped and his legs caught on the chair, sending him tumbling into it amusingly. Nora followed quickly, sitting down in his lap sideways. She could feel his hardness against her thigh and she simply smiled at him. "Be honest with me, Daddy, how long have you wanted to fuck me?" she asked in her most sultry voice, noticing instantly that the cat had gotten his tongue. Poor Jaxson was speechless it would seem, no matter, Cassidy Harris would continue to lead. With a lewd grind of her pelvis into his crotch, Nora stood up from Jaxson's lap and struck a pose, her long legs and ample breasts nearly on full display in her present dress.
"I guess the cat got your tongue; why don't we just get this tie off of you and see if that loosens you up a bit," Nora said as she went for Jaxson's tie, undoing it and removing it entirely. Knowing what to do next in her playbook, Nora quickly used the tie as a prop in her impromptu striptease. She could see that Jaxson was flummoxed by the turn of events, but he wasn't protesting, he was a man after all. As Nora strutted around, caressing her body and giving teasing glances towards Jaxson, she casually made her way around him, her hand teasing him along the way. As she got behind him, her hands exploring his chest, she got close to his ear.
"I'm about to rock your world, Daddy." As she spoke, her left hand casually ran up Jaxson's chest, dragging the tie with it. "You ready for some fun, Daddy?" she asked as her hands clinched up on the tie.
"Oh yeah, Baby, I'm gonna show you a good time," Jaxson replied, which secretly got an evil grin from Nora.
"We'll see who has the good time," Nora mused as she closed the tie around Jaxson's throat and drew herself backwards and down, strangling the black man. In a flash, Jaxson was clawing at her hands as he made gurgling sounds, his feet desperately trying to gain leverage. Nora was using all of her strength to maintain her leverage and strangle the larger man. He may have been the shortest man on board, but he was still at a minimum an inch taller than her modelesque five-foot eleven-inch frame. That wasn't even mentioning the fifty pounds he had on her in sheer muscle.
Nora Rogers had never had to strangle someone to death, they never tell you how damn long it takes, it's nothing like the movies. She felt his hands on her wrists, trying to grab her. Nora was caught off guard when Jaxson quickly pushed the chair he was sitting in backwards against the wall behind them. Nora hit the wall with a thud, the air leaving her lungs. This momentary lapse allowed Jaxson to get to his feet, though he didn't stay standing for long as he quickly fell to the ground, struggling for breath. Nora got herself off the floor and saw the look in Jaxson's eyes, this man was more than he seemed at first glance. He had a killer instinct in his eyes that she hadn't spotted previously.
"So, who do you work for, CIA?" Jaxson asked as he tried to catch his breath. "Cause a bitch like you doesn't just come on to a guy like me." Nora saw red, nobody called her a bitch, nobody! In a flash, Nora rose and charged Jaxson, leaping at him and catching him with a knee to the stomach. He threw an overhand right that caught her flush and she saw stars for a moment. Nora fell to the ground again, tasting blonde from her lip. Jaxson simply laughed at her.
"You're a dead bitch now, baby, two-time Alabama Golden Gloves winner, right here." As he spoke, she heard him move towards her. Nora yelped as she felt him grab ahold of her hair and toss her across the room, her body hitting the window on the starboard side of the bridge. She heard a crack and knew she'd hit her head, thankfully the glass had broken and not her skull. As she shook out the cobwebs, her intuition told her to look at Jaxson, which was just in time. If she'd looked a second late, she wouldn't have seen the punch coming, but she had and quickly dodged it. She saw Jaxson punch through the broken glass, his fist getting cut in the process. The man cried out in pain and tried to pull the glass shard out of his knuckles. In a flash, Nora looked around for a weapon, only spotting Jaxson's tie from earlier.
Nora leapt for the tie and grabbed it as the untrained and undisciplined Jaxson struggled to regroup. With the tie now in both hands once again, Nora closed the distance with her target. Jaxson saw her and tried to dodge her, but she kicked him in the knee and watched him collapse onto one knee in pain. Knowing this was her chance, Nora closed her weapon around Jaxson's throat once again and pulled him onto the floor. With her knees in his back and her body pulling the tie into his windpipe, Jaxson had little chance of help himself this time. It took a full seven minutes for Jaxson to finally die, at which time, Nora collapsed onto the ground in exhaustion.
"Fuck wet work," she said out loud. After a thirty second break, Nora got up and went to Jaxson, she searched for a pulse, but never found one. Not wanting to take a chance, the blonde CIA agent snapped the man's neck for good measure. As Nora stood up, she looked at the broken and bloodied body of Jaxson laying in a pile of broken glass. With a twisted smile, Nora spoke once again. "Was it good for you too, Daddy?"
~X~
Nora quickly found the lavatory on the Bridge deck and looked at herself in the mirror. She was bleeding from her lip and her forehead, which meant no more stealth on this trip. Her bikini top, as small as it was, hadn't survive the fight with Jaxson, so she'd left it behind. Knowing she didn't have time to waste, Nora collected her gun and her radio and made her way downstairs to the main deck. As Nora made her way down the various staircases, making sure to check her corners, she knew that tactically speaking, it made more sense, to move on Serena, Drew, and Francesca in the Galley from the bow entrance, instead if entering through the dining room. If she entered from the stern that would put her in between Marcus and her other three targets. If she moved on the galley from the bow entrance, then anyone who escaped, would travel towards the stern, where Marcus was waiting for her. Knowing how she was going to pull this off, Nora crept her way down to the main deck and made her way back to the entrance that she'd entered in originally, when she'd gone after Richard. Seeing the familiar living room, Nora readied her pistol, knowing she had only one shot at pulling this thing off.
Nora moved towards the door, reaching for the handle with her left hand. As she went to grab the knob, the door opened to reveal Drew. Nora and Drew locked eyes briefly before he saw the gun.
"Cassidy?" Drew asked in confusion. Knowing it was now or never, Nora fired. The shot impacted Drew's skull, exploding out the back of his head, sending chunks of bone and brain matter flying all over the galley. Francesca shrieked as Drew collapsed in the doorway. Nora burst into the galley, nearly tripping over Drew's dead corpse, and scanned the room in a heartbeat. Francesca was by the cooktops, while Serena was by the refrigerators. Time seemed to slow down for Nora as she squeezed off two more shots, the first hitting the red-headed Francesca in the stomach, the second her left shoulder. Blood sprayed everywhere in a grisly scene as Francesca flumped down on the stove top, with a sickening sizzle, before she collapsed onto the floor. With tunnel vision, Nora swung her instrument of death towards Serena, the Mexican American blonde, who'd by now sprinted from the galley into the dining room. Nora fired a single shot at Serena, grazing her in the hip. Serena fell onto the deck as Nora moved through the galley; the look of terror on Serena's face shown exactly how the nice bartender viewed the woman she knew as Cassidy Harris. Nora sprinted after Serena who gritted through the pain and ran towards the stern, the only avenue of escape left for the injured bartender.
Marcus had heard the gunshots and was on his feet in a flash, looking for the source of the gunfire. The large Samoan man saw his bartender burst from the dining room; the girl was limping badly and she had a look of terror on her face.
"Serena, what's happening?" Marcus asked as Serena closed the distance to him.
"It's Cassidy, she's–" Serena never said another word as a gunshot rang out and her chest exploded all over Marcus. He saw a look of shock in her eyes as she collapsed in his arms.
"Don't move, Marcus," came a familiar voice. Marcus looked up from Serena's bloody and lifeless body and saw his girlfriend, Cassidy Harris. The stunning blonde was covered in blood, her top was missing, she had a few cuts on her forehead, but most alarmingly, she had a pistol in her hand.
"Cass, what have you done?" Marcus asked as Serena's body slipped from his arms, landing in a heap at his feet. Nora closed the distance between them to twelve feet or so and simply pointed her gun at him.
"I killed them, all of them," she said as coldly as she could muster considering what she'd just done. It was clear based on the look of shocked horror on Marcus' face that he never even imagined she could do such a thing.
Marcus looked down at Serena's dead corpse and then back up at the woman he thought loved him. "Why?" The thing was, as he looked at her, the ice in her piercing blue eyes, the blood spattered all over her, he realized he didn't know this woman.
"It was what I was ordered to do, Marcus," the way she said his name, with none of the warmth she'd shown him just this morning, was chilling.
"So all of this was just a lie to come kill me?" he asked angrily. Nora simply laughed at him, genuinely laughed at him and his pathetic attempts to be intimidating in the situation.
"Of course not. Do you really think they'd send an assassin in here to allow you to flounder around on top of them during so called sex, for months at a time, if this was a hit? No, I was sent here to infiltrate your circle of trust and learn who your Fulcrum contacts were. Why else would I blow you whenever you wanted, or let you pull my hair nearly out of my head while you fuck me in the ass, dry. Women don't enjoy that shit, you moron. No woman ever enjoys being treated like a sex toy that talks, but you were too fucking stupid to see me for what I was. All you saw was easy sex and a pretty face, so you believed everything I told you," Nora said with audible contempt in her voice.
"It was all a lie?" he asked her in disbelief. Nora couldn't believe this moron still didn't get it.
"Of course it was all a lie. I assumed a cover identity specifically designed to be attractive to you, I told you information my bosses knew you'd be receptive to. Cassidy Harris was designed, she wasn't real. All that talk of my father abusing me, fake, my real father was a loving father. My bosses knew that your sister was abused by your father, so you'd be susceptible to women who were abuse victims as well. You were a target, Marcus, they picked you as the weak link," Nora said as she finally vented her anger at this assignment at the reason for all of the discomfort and humiliation.
"And now you're going to kill me?" Marcus asked with contempt in his own eyes.
"Yes," Nora began coldly. "I'm going to shoot you in the chest, three times." Marcus' teeth simply gritted in rage as her saw Nora look at him once more. "Goodbye, Marcus." Nora said as she looked down the sights of her pistol. Marcus took a step to charge her, but he was cut down where he stood. Three shots tore through his chest in quick succession, tearing his heart in two, and piercing both lungs. Marcus reeled from the shots and fell over his sun chair, falling across it in a heap. Nora kept her gun trained on Marcus as she walked around to check on him. She could hear the sucking of his chest wounds and saw the fear in his eyes. Life left Marcus Leota quickly after that, thus completing Nora Rogers' latest assignment.
As Nora looked at Marcus and Serena's dead bodies, the pistol in her hand felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. The CIA agent looked down at the instrument of death in her right hand and hated herself even more for what she'd done. With disgust coursing through her, Nora threw the pistol away. As she looked herself over, she was covered in the blood of her victims, she had cuts and scratches on her body from her fight with Jaxson, and her top was torn to shreds, discarded in the bridge. Knowing she had hours left until she'd be extracted, Nora walked past Marcus's body, stepped over Serena's corpse, and returned to the helipad to retrieve her phone from where she'd hidden it. As Nora walked back to the party deck, she went to the bar, grabbing a towel and placing some ice in it. With her makeshift ice pack and her phone in her left hand, Nora reached down and pulled out the bottle of Grand Patrón Burdeos tequila. With her items now collected, Nora walked back over to her sun chair and sat down to catch some more sun. Nora set the five-hundred-dollar bottle of tequila down briefly and opened up her phone, going to her music quickly.
Nora scrolled through her measly five-hundred songs and selected what she felt was fitting in this moment. As the sounds of "Rooster" by Alice in Chains began to fill the air, Nora pulled the cork from the tequila using her teeth and spit it in a random direction. As she took a pull from the tequila, she pressed the ice to her forehead, sighing at the relief it provided.
"Fuck wet work…" she mumbled as she sat back and relaxed for once on this assignment. She was not an assassin, she wasn't a killer, but she'd been one today. Nora Rogers was fully aware of what her reputation said she was; she knew what they called her. The feeling of the tequila burning down her throat felt good, like it was burning away the blood that was seemingly pouring out of her very soul. Her peers all thought of her as the CIA's chief prostitute, the agent, who's only job was to let warlords come inside her for the greater good. They all called her Listerine Girl, which used to affect her, but as she'd come to learn, there were always worse reputations.
"At least I'm not the Ice Queen," she mumbled before she took another pull. The Ice Queen was notorious for being an unfeeling, emotionless butcher for Langston Graham. An agent willing to do anything short of sex, in order to kill her next target. She was known for being hard to work with, temperamental, and violent. No, Nora Rogers was definitely not the Ice Queen. "I'm motherfucking Listerine Girl," she quipped derisively. Nora took another long pull from the tequila, finally starting to feel the effects of the magical liquid. Looking over at Marcus' dead corpse, she spoke once again, "Marcus, this is great tequila."
CHARMING'S AUTHORS NOTE #5: First of all, before everyone gets all bent out of shape, the sex that Nora is forced to have will come up again, I didn't bring that up for the sake of angst, that's a big part of this arc and will be dealt with further in coming chapters. I know it's illegal for the government to order people to engage in sexual activity. Believe me, that's going to come up in chapters fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, and seventeen, so don't flame me lol. We'll get through this together XD
CHARMING'S AUTHORS NOTE #6: For those interested, I modeled Nora Rogers' physical appearance off of model Hailey Clauson, she's abslutely stunning and was a perfect fit after I ditched Amber Heard as my inspiration (for obvious reasons that don't need to be mentioned here... horrible person couch couch lol.) You likely noticed that the title is different now. I decided to bite the bullet and change the title to what i've been calling this story for over a year now... "Desire" It is simply, it rolls off the tongue well, and it just more accurately reflects the story as it is now. I figured that now that this story isn't a two-thousand word song fic one shot, and is instead well over one-hundred-thousand words, it was time. I've also updated the poster to something that is just better in every way. If all of you want me to change the title and poster back, I will, but I like this going forward. For those interested, I made a YouTube playlist with all 19 songs that inspired all of the chapters in this story so far! Just add this to the end of the YouTube URL!
playlist?list=PLp8GmTvT_x4h2ZKZBxNM_2OYgt-u1pieK
CHARMING'S AUTHORS NOTE #7: So, what did you think of the chapter, liked it, hated it? Initial thoughts on Nora Rogers, before we learn about her history and such? Let me know what all of you think of the new tone of the violence, and how I write the action. I love hearing from all of you in your reviews, so please, please, please let me know what you think! Chapter fourteen will be posted next Tuesday, so tune in next week for more of "Desire," I hope to see you there!
Until Next Time :D