At Brass's steakhouse, the lovely Holly Parker and I danced to music. Yet there lurked evil, and it was if everything in time stopped. As Holly and I hand in hand, walked to the door, we were greeted by a man with a firearm. Instinctively I put my hands up, so my palms would show a "non threatening " gesture, as most armed robberies were grab and go. It was about the money, clearing out, and getting more dope. New York City, or even small rural towns, wete not immune to this nefarious activity. Backing up and shielding Holly, it was clear this partially covered up white guy was sweating. His heart rate and adrenaline were off the charts. Every dining utensil was down, silence was the only thing, and the just a few minutes ago smiles were ancient history. It's in these moments your survival instincts, the "fight or flight " part of your physiology take over. Overstimulation is possible, but your reptilian brain parts should override everything else. This is even more the case with military boot camp, training, and continued in the private sector. This crazy drug infested lunatic didn't like my 6'3 frame, muscular frame, nor my high and tight hairstyle. Even with his glazed eyes, he was doing the deductions, to see if I was with police or military. Either way a potential threat, and he was not aware of the Sig Sauer .45 or Smith and Wesson 9mm I was carrying. While my main option was to cooperate, back down, and let him "have it his way," this didn't look like the normal scenario.
He kept pacing with his gun out, and said "everyone's hands up." Holly and I complied, but a lady in the right side of the dining room didn't quickly enough. She was in her 60's and paralyzed by fear. He yelled at her, "hey bitch you too!" Boom! A thunderous bolt of his firearm went off, and a bullet made her blouse red. Within a microsecond, I pulled out my Sig double tapping him in his center mass. People screamed as I fired, but this cracked out of his mind lunatic went down. I assessed the situation quickly, and confirmed the criminal was down for good. No pulse, massive damage. Immediately I asked people to call 911, reholstered my firearm, and provided first aid to the victim. She had sustained a gun shot to her shoulder, and while she was screaming in anguish, she would live as a day or two in the hospital would suffice.
I did make sure I kicked the criminal's gun away from him. Good, as my training was still sharp along with muscle memory. Within a couple minutes, police came in, and declared the scene "cold" for the paramedics. They came in and confirmed a fatality, as other officers swept the room on standby, and I was handcuffed for everyone's safety. The officers were very polite though, and made sure I had a comfortable seat, as diners and employees were interviewed outside. A heavy set older NY's finest brought me a bottled water, and helped me to get a few sips. Several minutes later, a distinguished black man in his 60's with grey hair, and a suit that looked like it belonged in a funeral home showed up.
"Detective John Hawthorne," he stated. He was a bit portly, as if he had seen a lot of sandwiches and desks, and said "any questions Mr. Green?" Damn NYPD was efficient. This hadn't been my first rodeo, so I gave him a mischievous smile and said "got any Vicks vapor rub?" The old investigator had to laugh, and said, "you aren't being accused of a crime. From witnesses and our forensics team is looking through this, it looks like this is an obvious case of justified homicide. The perp that you took down has a rap sheet of twenty years, and had an active warrant on drug charges and attempted murder." That was good to know. I asked him, "could you have an officer check on my girlfriend Holly, and make sure she's ok?" Detective smiled like he knew Holly was transgender, but "to each man his own." "Already being done Terry, and once we wrap up here, I think you'll be going home soon with that nice blonde." A sigh of relief.
There were the usual questions, and eventually they did apologize, but they had to take my firearms to ballistics/evidence. I knew this was standard procedure. At least they let me keep my firearm permit, which in New York, is a rare as a four leaf clover. Not much longer they took the cuffs off, to their credit which weren't locked in with all teeth. I answered a few more questions, Detective Hawthorne "cleared me," and said "we will call you when your firearms are verified, and the prosecutor decides if any charges will be filed." He smiled and said, "Between us, not a chance in hell, and the lady shot will be just fine. Go see your lady friend."
Upon walking out the front door, I was mobbed by handshakes, thank you's, and "well done's." Generally I didn't need this recognition, but actually was very grateful to the employees and customers. While not too sad that a bad guy had been taken down, it was never my first choice. Yet there was no chance, and the smell of my favorite perfume and kisses arrived. Holly leaped on me, crying, shaken up, but ultimately happy. We had a big time connection, and I reassured her "just part of training and doing what had to be done." She held my hands, kissed me, and said, "tonight I'm taking care of you. Let's get back to your house, so I can cook dinner, and have you for dessert."
Normally after deploying violence or rounds from my magazines in self defense, my remedy was to work out lifting weights at the gym. Not today. Hollys offer was far more tantalizing, rewarding, and plus I really enjoyed her company. I had been with transgender women before, but she was the most intelligent, and definitely the sexiest. She had my mind constantly going a million miles an hour, and added excitement to an already trip full of adrenaline. Sure our initial fun in Vegas for the porn industry awards was a blast, but this definitely raised those stakes. We had really good chemistry, and damn that cologne and her brown eyes got me churning again fast. What happened as now it was let's make this happen!
Holly made sure I got in a hot shower, and teased me, by kissing me and touching my instantly hard cock. "Later on baby, you're going to rise to the occasion." Smiling she closed the door. Pure evil, but I had to laugh. The water permeated my skin, steam came off of my hairy chest, and I soaped my chiseled arms, legs, and of course genitals as they would be my firearm tonight. Definitely locked and loaded. As I came out, I put on comfortable shorts and a t shirt. Holly was cooking salmon on the stove. Now barefoot and wearing a purple mini skirt and top, I watched her in awe along with some red blooded cells trading places. She was also cooking vegetables, and as part of playful revenge I reached up her skirt, and touched her balls. Holly moaned but said, "not yet baby." That wicked smile of hers turned me on, and she brought out the red wine too.
Soon both of us were on the living room couch. She really knew how to cook a delicious meal, and poured me more wine. Without asking she gave me a back massage, loosening the knots and tension that were there. Forget the chiropractor. This was much more therapeutic. As her delicate fingers with the now dark red fingernails were on my chest, we kissed. I had her feet in my manly hands, giving them a massage, as our tongues vividly met as two became one. The AC was on, but so was our collective heat. Soon she had my clothes off, and I had successfully taken her top off. I played with her small perky tits as she took my penis into her mouth. Bliss. Just a bath of a lifetime, as her wet saliva and lips went up and down, side to side on my thick eight inch shaft. As she took my balls into her mouth I about howled, as this dream like state was eye opening and a hallucination of hedonism. Our pupils connected, and I saw her little tits with cute pink nipples hard.
Aggressively I grabbed her, placed on her on the couch, and enjoyed seeing her red knees where they'd been on the floor. Taking her panties and skirt off, I massaged her small but nicely cut penis. Going down on this, I watched her manicured eye brows go up and her eyes dancing. Oh yes I had her. I licked her testes, and soon my tongue and fingers with lube with in her hole. Oh yes I was going to take her on the couch, and I had her bend over. Playing with her sack, it felt incredible, I slid my dick into her with no apprehension or hesitation. Full on throttling, as her screams let me know, I was onto her g spot. Clenching down on me, I howled, and I could feel every tight bit of her rear end as I spanked her. The fluids inside her mixed with the lube and my shaft. It was glorious, as if I had conquered another empire, and given a ransom of sensual desires.
She obeyed me by laying down legs up. Holly smiled and gasped, as I sucked each one of her individual toes. Oh yes this was her fetish, and that cock just kept getting harder. Soon her moist feet were on my shoulders, as I plunged inside of her. My balls bouncing off of her with each penetration, our combined sexual desires unhinged, we kissed for what felt like no time. As the sun set to the west on the balcony, I plugged in and out of her ass with my hips and cock as one unit, making sure she got all of me. At one point she was biting her lips, and I loved the wails of pleasure and the good type of pain, as I filled her up completely. Balls deep. That was the only thing holding me from sliding in further on her insides, and she soon started massaging my nuts. Kissing my neck too.
Her panting was driving me near, to the insane asylum of passion. I was giving her my Diamond cutter, and she kept pushing down clenching on me. My toes soon curled, and she was cumming all over her chest. Oh how it turned me on to see her putting my batter all over her tits, as I kept sliding myself in and out of her. We kept kissing and she just knew to touch the back of my balls. Oh yes that was the spot, as my cock erupted in volcanic fashion, sending waves of pleasure there and throughout my body. Saw stars as I continued to empty my sperm in her, and watching it come out of her was a treat. Soon we got in the shower together, soaping each other up. Luckily she had her feminine soap in there, and she liked having me clean her off. We kissed in the steam, and went to bed content to be in each other's arms. One time I woke up, and her fingers were monitoring my heartbeats. Holly really was a sweetheart, and to have this 5'5 beautiful blonde, was reassuring as I fell into a dream like sleep.
Our last day. How could this be? A lot of us when faced with unpleasant news, do go into denial. Yet even though misty eyed, and knowing Holly had to return to her job, and so did I the overall mood dropped a bit. Yet I remembered to go out in the morning, as she slept in my bed in a little red nighty, to get her favorite flowers and chocolates. I tried to sneak in, but she walked out of the bedroom, tears but a grin. I smiled back with the same expression, as I was starting to really feel for her. Despite our near 20 year age difference, we had so much in common. One would think with her knowledge and musical taste, she also was 43. An old soul. It felt great to be hugged by her, and I admired her green makeup and nails. Then I laughed as in Vegas she explained "the horny color." At least we'd go out having fun, before I had to take her to JFK.
Our last session of love making was the best. It wasn't the most aggressive or soft, but just right as mostly she rode me and I held on to her rear end. The kissing was passionate as ever, our hands and mouths explored everywhere, and this time we climaxed together. Breathing heavily and screaming in synchronized passion, it was an amazing feeling to be one unit in our dance of lustful pursuits. Holly and I held each other, and we promised to stay in touch. It was bittersweet to take her to the airport, but she kissed me and said, "let's get our schedules together, as you're a lovely man." Blushing all I could say was "Holly you're gorgeous, and I can't wait to see you again." Walking away into the terminal I helped her with her luggage, kissing her goodbye as she boarded her flight. Going home I now knew without her it was merely a house. Work would begin in the morning, my clients would be as demanding as ever, and most of my employees would show up to their assignments."
Opening the door to my condo, I saw a card in an envelope on the table. Locking everything up, I walked to this, and opened it up. Hollys lips imprinted inside, it was a "thank you for such a good time" in her girlish writing style. It smelled of her sensual perfume. She really had a hold on me, and I was happy about the last five days. Definitely a great experience, and by phone I was informed that "NYC prosecutors office cleared you, NYPD will bring your firearms to your house tonight." Sure I had others, and plenty of other equipment. Yet as I fed my tetra fish named "Boomer," I looked forward to seeing Holly here or in Sin City. It was much better with her around, and I smiled as I noticed she had done the laundry and folded it up nicely.