Code Name Orchid

Chapter 7

      "H-Hannah," Chantelle stammered.

The manager frowned. "No, this is Hallie. I want you to show her everything you do in your shift. Hallie I want you to stick to Chantelle like glue, and by the end of the night you can be serving drinks." 

He walked off leaving the two women on their own.

"It's so nice to see you again, Chantelle," Hannah said with a smile, "I'm looking forward to working with you.

Chantelle finally found her voice. "Why?" she whispered, "Why are you here?"

"I needed a job. You know, rent to pay, groceries to buy. I hope you don't mind, but I put your name down as a reference. I think that's how I got the job."

"I don't believe you're here to work in this bar. You're here to kill someone."

"Keep your voice down. I'm not here to kill anyone. I'm here for you."

"For me?" Chantelle gasped.

"Calm down, I would never hurt you. But I need to talk to you. Maybe we can do that when the shift is over?"

As the shift dragged on into the night Hannah did indeed follow the manager's instructions and she stuck with Chantelle every minute giving her no chance to get to her phone in her staff locker. She needed to call Michael.

Finally at ten o'clock the manager approached them. "You've done good work tonight, Hallie. You too, Chantelle. Since it's a quiet night and I got you to start two hours early, you can both finish up now." He walked off.

The women went to their lockers to retrieve their bags. Chantelle glanced at her watch. Five past ten. Hopefully Michael would have arrived by now to start his surveillance on the car park.

Hannah walked closely by Chantelle's side as they left the building.

"I really need to talk to you, Chantelle," she said, "Could you give me a lift home? I don't have my car here, and we can talk while we're driving."

"Do I have a choice?" Chantelle muttered, while quickly glancing around the carpark hoping to see Michael somewhere. She couldn't see him. He mustn't have arrived yet.

Hannah gave her a hurt look. "Yes of course you do, I'm not forcing you, but I'm asking you please. I promise you I have no intention to harm you in any way. I'm not as bad as you think I am."

She looked at Chantelle with pleading eyes.

Soon they were driving down the main road.

"So where do you live?" Chantelle asked. 

"Instead of my place, can we go to your place?"

"What? I don't want you knowing where I live!"

"Relax, I already know. It's 2213 Cyprus Avenue, Apartment 19."

"How did you know? Oh never mind, but I'm not taking you to my apartment."

Hannah's voice took on a slightly desperate tone. "Please, Chantelle. I'm alone in this city and I'm lonely. I have no friends. I just want your company for a little while. Please let me into your life just a little bit. I promise I'll leave if you tell me to."

Something about her voice made Chantelle soften her resolve a little. "All right," she said, "But just for a little while, then you'll have to go." 

Soon Hannah was sitting on the couch in her apartment sipping a glass of red wine. Chantelle poured herself a glass as well and listened to her guest.

"I know you think I am this horrible cold blooded killer, a sociopath, but I swear to you I am really a nice person when you get to know me. I tried to leave this life when I was in Miami but the people I used to work for in Vancouver have tracked me down. They gave me an ultimatum. I keep working for them or they'll kill me. I don't know what to do, I don't know how to get away from them. I can't exactly go to the police, can I?"

"Why don't you go to your husband?"

"No, Michael hates me. I ruined his career in the force. If I go near him he'll either shoot me or arrest me."

Chantelle looked at her guest. She had a sad look on her face, and was that a tear trickling down her cheek?

"Come and sit next to me, please," Hannah said softly.

Chantelle knew she shouldn't, but her head was a little fuzzy from the wine, and she was actually starting to feel sorry for Hannah. She sat next to her on the couch. Hannah fell silent, then gently rested her head on Chantelle's shoulder while placing her right hand on Chantelle's bare thigh.

Chantelle went to push her hand away, but hesitated. It had been a long time since she had been intimate with anyone, and Hannah's hand felt soft and sexy on her leg.

Hannah glanced at Chantelle's face, then as if she could read her mind, she slowly moved her hand up under Chantelle's skirt.

To Chantelle the feeling was electric. Her leg tingled, her whole body tingled with pleasure. Then the hand was under her panties gently massaging her labia and clitoris. A moan escaped her lips as her partner continued the massaging.

"Can we go to the bedroom?" Hannah whispered.

Chantelle nodded.

A minute later Chantelle was lying on her bed on her back as Hannah slowly slid her panties down her legs. She lay there waiting in anticipation. Hannah had complete control of her.

An hour later they both lay on the bed panting. Chantelle couldn't believe how much she had enjoyed the sexual romp with Hannah. She felt relaxed and happy. She looked over at Hannah's naked body. Her eyes were shut but she was smiling.

Hannah opened her eyes. "So do you still want me to leave?" she murmured softly.

Chantelle paused before answering, "Can you stay the night?"

Hannah put her arm around Chantelle and gently kissed her on the lips. "Yes," she whispered, then smiled, "but only if you make me breakfast in the morning."

Chantelle opened her mouth to reply but was interrupted by a loud knocking at the door.