Who Is Logan Reed?

Victim 8

I can't believe after 2 years on the job I blew my cover because of a stupid camera. How did I miss it? Where was my mind at? It was lost in the memory of dark blue eyes and plump lips. 

Stop Reed, you need to focus. Find new cloths, distract boyfriend, and destroy any possible evidence. 

I knew just the way to distract Troy. I looked over at him from under my eye lashes and when his eyes met mine I licked my lips. I turned my shoulders toward him and unbuckled my seat belt. I slid over to the middle seat and placed my hand on his inner thigh. With my fingers I traced the thick seem of his blue jeans. 

"Baby I'm driving I have to stay focused" Troy said in an unconvincing tone. I smirked knowing he was caught in the trap. 

I continued to trace up his leg but skipped over his zipper and snuck my hand under his skin tight red v-neck t-shirt. I follow the defined line up his stomach and I brought my lips up to his ear kissed behind it making my way down to his neck. 

I heard a moan escape his lips as we pulled into the school parking lot. He parked in the very back and once he turned the key he pounced like a hungry lion. Both hands left the steering wheel and pinned me to the truck seat. His lips found his way to my neck and his hands rested on my hips, slowly he began to grind his hips against mine. 

Then it hit me. I can kill two birds with one stone. I have distracted him enough to steal his shirt. I grabbed a handful of his thick hair in one hand and placed the other around his neck bringing his lips back to mine. Both of his hands are placed by my head supporting his body weight and trapping me in. 

He smoothy runs his hand up my thigh and places my leg around his waist. I quickly follow with the other and he pulls us up into a sitting position. His lips are eager on mine and they soon become sloppy. His hands rest on my shoulders and take off my red jacket, soon my shirt follows suit. 

Now all I have to do is get him out of his shirt. His eyes go wide and then hungry when they see my black bra and what is held behind them. Once again my hands find themselves back under his shirt. 

"Here let me take care of that for you." Troy says reaching behind him and pulls the shirt over his head. I quickly grab it and toss it to the passenger seat. His quick hands violently grab my breasts and starts to kneed them. I close my eyes and pretend that it feels good solely to satisfy him. 

Inside I am gagging every time he lays a hand on me. I want to run, to run forever and never look back. But I must do what has to be done. I have to be strong. 

I reach down between our two bodies and add pressure to his tender spot. I start to move my hand back and forth, rubbing against his hardness. A crisp hiss escapes between his lips. Just as I start to unbutton his jeans a rock loud thump hits the top of the truck. 

The noise caught Troy's attention before he looked back at me and expected me to continue. My hand resumed its motion but moments latter a knock was heard at the window. Big brown doe eyes stared at us in shock but they quickly turned to amusement.    

"Ooo, girl get some!" Tiffany's voice was muffled through the truck door. My whole body relaxed and I scurried to get off Troys lap. His hands grabbed my hips and playfully pulled me back. 

"Hey where do you think you're running off to little lady. We are just getting started"

I pull out of his grasp and quickly grab the t-shirt on the passenger seat along with my leather jacket. I push the door open and leave a sweaty, out of breath, half naked Troy. "Get new cloths" Check. 

"Poor boy is going to grow up sexual frustrated", Tiffany says in a baby voice "All because his girlfriend never finished what she started" 

I lightly nudge her with my shoulder as we walk down the rows of parked cars. I look down at Tiffany and give her a real smile to thank her for saving me from almost having to continue with Troy.