And The Heart Grows Fonder

And The Heart Grows Fonder Part 13

CHAPTER 12

The Bricklayer spotted her instantly, recognizing the low key reporter from the bio he had gotten on the buttoned-up reporter they had laid dead some time ago.

Hmph, amateurs.

He looked at the woman through the one-way glass from the second floor balcony. With her long, dark brown hair and bangin' bod dressed in tight clothing, she was cozying up to one of the bartenders and nursing the same tame white wine she had ordered one hour ago.

He had gotten a complete work-up of the guy Lincoln had ousted from the club a few weeks ago. He knew everything from who his co-workers were to how he liked his eggs. Or rather, how he had liked his eggs.

Hmph. The dead motherfucker. Hope you like the way the ceiling of the church looked from that casket you be sporting from here to eternity. Bitch.

He pulled out his cell and fired a text to the guard beside the door. He watched as the guard checked the message, nodded in his direction though he was invisible to people on the floor, and made a bee line to the woman at the bar.

Bitch...if you please me. Good luck.

He made his way downstairs to the office cum living quarters that were separated from, but aligned with, the back of the bar of the dance hall. The furnishings were lush and dark, with a center divan that accommodated his very large, hard-all-over frame. The dim lights encouraged a romantic atmosphere.

He took off his jacket and threw it over the back of the chaise lounge that edged the side wall. Unbuttoning the cuffs at his sleeves, he walked over to the Victorian desk and scrolled through some prints he had made from surveillance footage he'd scrolled through earlier of some suspicious characters he wanted to have checked out.

Their work in Cyprus was done. Just the weekend and then all the monies his employer had lost to the local banking industry would be replaced. And this woman needed to get the these-aren't-the-droids-you-are-looking-for treatment and...hmm. And 'hmm' indeed.

So he waited. And waited. When he heard the knock on the door, he told them to come in. The muscle he had ordered to bring the woman to him strolled in with her, and The Bricklayer nodded for him to leave them alone.

The Bricklayer studied her as he played with the toothpick in his mouth. She was a looker. Not super model stunner, but her body was bangin' in an acceptable way. Her hair glistened with a bronze sheen in the light and the tresses curled past her shoulders. Her dark eyes did everything to look calm. Her features were soft, not delicate, with a straight nose and plush lips. She was thin, but not stick thin and not hard-bodied either. Good. She didn't even reach his chest, but at over seven feet tall, barely anyone did.

Yeah, I could get it up for her.

He noticed her eyeing his piece. Oh yeah, he was always packin'. He looked her dead in the eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you. Remain calm. Check it." He removed his gun with his finger off the trigger and twisted his hand so she could keep her eyes on it as he opened the desk drawer and put it inside. He then turned the key and locked it. He took the key out, walked over to her, opened her palm and placed the key in her hand. He felt the need to give her a sense of added security. Make her feel she had some sort of control of the situation. But he could tell from her visible response to his nearness that she was already feeling the effects of his presence. He hadn't met a woman yet that could fight that oh-so-loving-feeling his power had over them.

He saw the effects in this one now. The heavy breathing was more from an unbelievable sexual excitement licking her groin rather than fear of what he might do to her. Her nipples became hard beneath the thin shielding of her top and he could tell she wore no bra. Her face became flushed. Breathing became shallow. Mouth watered. But she was not interested in food of the delicatessen kind. Yowza. With this one, the effect of his presence was almost instantaneous. Her eyes gravitated to his crotch. Whoa. Forget almost.

"I know what you want." He used the crook of his index finger to tilt her head up to look directly into her eyes. "Do you?"

Her eyes glazed, dilated. The Bricklayer smiled, well pleased. "How well do you know Hanson?"

She blinked. "Who?"

The Bricklayer chuckled. The guy you shared the same news room with for the past three years. The Bricklayer said, "You guys fucked? That's why you're here? Looking for him undercover dressed like Disco Barbie Slut? You coverin' his beat. Don't deny it. What 'chu know 'bout his little project?"

Her face wavered between trying to concentrate on what The Bricklayer was saying and the God's Gift To Women between his legs. She spoke with her eyes on his bulging pelvis. "We didn't get around to..." She swallowed. "We-we never slept together." She fidgeted. More like improvised a native dance routine as she squirmed, rubbing the two connects of her womanhood together inside her pants.

Relax and enjoy it, bitch. I'll have you so wet in a minute.

"What do you know about what he was doing here? You have any files on what he was working on?" The Bricklayer had not considered if his co-workers would have info on what the guy they had offed had been doing that night. Hell, the only real contact they had about the missing person case was with the investigating officer, and he was on The Bricklayer's payroll. He had info on where Hanson worked and his colleagues, but none had seen fit to visit the club until now. He figured none of them were aware of the reporter's exploits after dark. And since his body had been found closer to his home out of the city, and he had fed the Cypriot police the false details of what he would like put into the report himself, he was doubtful anyone would really put two and two together when faced with the bald-face facts. No matter how false they actually were.

What if?

The Bricklayer frowned. "But you two were close."

"Mmm." The woman was fixated on the most important thing in her life at that point: The Bricklayer's crotch tent pole.

"You and who else knew what he was working on? Besides the boss, only you." It was not a question.

"Mmmhmm. Just me."

The Bricklayer smiled. "You sure?"

"Yesss." She nodded, distracted, eyes fixated.

"Fine then." The Bricklayer unfolded his arms and lowered his head, whispering seductively in her ear the words she had been waiting to hear, "Have at it."

Breathing heavily, the woman rushed to his arousal, dropping her clutch in the process. Crazed, she could not unzip his fly fast enough and cried out when she realized she would have to go the extra mile of unbuckling his belt. She rushed to unclip his suspenders before she could--

Her mouth was hot and moist as it sucked him in. She groaned over the moist sucking sound she made with her mouth as she deep throated him. It did not matter if the woman had skills or not. The Bricklayer knew the hunger women felt for his fully erect manhood made them do things they said they would never do with other men.

The Bricklayer felt his tip unsheathed as it touched the back of her throat and God, he fucking loved it. No point in denying he was all for the total control he had over the unbridled lust of females. Hell, he had been known to turn some straight guys on. And he had long moved past his hatred of his power. His hatred of women who lusted like a bat out of hell for his cock. Once he got past that, it was total domination psycho shit in the head.

He felt her sucking him up over the gag his baseball bat sized cock was hitting her with, grasping the top of her head with his big hands and pushing himself even deeper before pulling out. She whimpered desperately at him moving away from her, but released a sigh of relief as he plunged into her mouth again. He began his punishing rhythm of fucking her mouth on her wonderful giving-into-desire sucking. He held himself back from release, enjoying the way her hands wrapped around his thighs and she all but pulled him, smashing her face into his groin for each suck.

"Here it comes, all for you, baby. Fuck!" When the Bricklayer came, it was like a cascading fountain into her throat and she drank the shit like it was tap water. He was a supernatural, an Incubus, and his release was more overloaded than any human male on the planet. And his orgasm went on forever.

He promised her if she destroyed all she had on Hanson's work, she would get more of what she wanted later that night.