He has a café logo on his shirt and must have been in the back office when the men came in. As he's walking out I grab the woman and run for the door before it closes back while remaining low. Wood chips are raining down on us from the door frame and the guy who just came out is about to drop fast. I push her ahead of me and slap her on the ass to make her move faster.
Once we're behind the door we can hear the sporadic blasts of gunfire dampened by silencers. I run to the office and shut and lock the door behind us. The deadbolt should keep them busy for a little while, at least until they search for the key in the dead manager’s pockets. There’s a small window up off the ground and both of us may be able to slip through, although it would be a tight squeeze for me. I know they have others outside waiting for people to come out. I know because that’s what I would do if I was hitting a place like this. Hell, it's what I have done when I excelled at my past profession.
I worked for my government for years before power changed hands and the new people in charge felt I was too dangerous to be allowed to walk free. So they came for me, and I killed a lot of them. They finally arrested me and threw me in a high-security Russian prison. But you don't put dark things in dark places and expect them to rot away and die. Let's just say I was very well received in prison for my skill set with improvised weapons. Killing for the mob is not so different than killing for your government; both are corrupt and full of and backstabbers waiting for the first scent of blood to hit the air.
I got away from that; okay I broke out and ran from that, and now look at where I am. Inside a box with people trying to kill me and my life depending on if I can improvise my way out of shit. America was supposed to be my big change, my retirement from pain and violence. So you can bet I am more than a little pissed that fuckweasles like these guys come in and hit my favorite café. There will be hell to pay.
First I have to get us to a safer place than the back office. The gunmen will be here any minute and I feel each of those minutes ticking by as I look for a way out or a weapon to fight my way out. My eyes take in everything about the room. The window, the desk, the stack of crap in the corner that I'm guessing is product of some kind, bingo - the attic door in the ceiling.
Wide brown eyes watch me as she hunkers down in front of the door. She's trembling and silent tears are slipping down her cheeks making her mascara run in black tracks down her face. Why the hell does that get me hard? It has to be the adrenaline. My body is so used to having it pump through my veins from before that now it's remembering it like an old lover blowing through town. Or maybe because she would look the same with my dick shoved so deep tears are running down her face and she can't take her next breath without me controlling it by taking it out for her.
Whatever the fuck it is, it's pissing me off. So when I go to stand in front of her and speak my voice comes out like rusty nails. "If you are going to stay with me, you are going to have to keep up. Can you?"
Lovely way to make a first impression Ivan, oh and the accent is thicker because your pissed your dick is up after years of not fucking working for anything other than your hand. Sure, take it out on her.
She looks at me for all of a split second and then gives me a big nod that has more tears running down her face.
"We go up, then over, yes?" I need her to understand what the goal is so we don't have to stop in the middle of being killed for me to explain what the fuck is going on.
Again she nods but she doesn't stand up. I hold my hand out for her and she slips hers into mine which is all I need to pull her up and yank her to me. I half drag, half walk her to the desk. I hop up on it and move the piece of tile that is made to look like any other. If you didn't know what the fuck you are looking for you would miss it. I stick my head up first to make sure no one is in there. When all I see is dust and boxes I reach down to pull her on the desk with me.
"You need to lose the heels, princess." She wasn't going to be able to do a lot in those things.
For the first time the Ice Queen speaks, "No." What the hell just happened? Did she just tell me no? I've killed people for that, not for a while but I can remember doing it.
"Are you fucking kidding me? You do realize we have to be fucking quiet? You can't climb in those and if we get caught you damn sure aren't going to be able to run and I will leave your ass behind."
"You'd be surprised by what I can do in heels." Her chin goes up like I just issued a fucking challenge to her instead of a threat and she carries herself even more like royalty above the commoner than before. While her back is turned I adjust myself and go to help her. She's trying to reach the edge of the hole but can't reach even in her heels. I take her by the waist and lift her so that she can grab the bottom and pull herself up. I don't waste time, following her and replacing the tile.
"Don't move!" I am aware of how thin these fucking floors are, the sound of footsteps are going to sound like a marching band to the people we don't want knowing where we are. I army crawl over to a box and check how heavy it is. It's pretty heavy. I lay back and use my legs to push the box over the tile slowly. When I'm done I reach for the woman taking her by the ankle to pull her to me.
The look she gives me tells me she’s wondering what the hell I think I'm doing pulling her ass across a dusty floor. "It's a lot quicker than telling you what to do and having you tell me ‘no’."
I still can't believe she told me no. I crawl and pull her all the way over until we're at the roof access that can be used in case of fires. Not sure who would be going up during a fire, but it is what it is. I grab her close to me and use the wall to push both of us into a standing position near the window that's been permalocked by layers of old paint and time. So much dust is covering the thing I'm not too worried about anyone from street level seeing in.
No, the only worry I have is a nice tight ass rubbing my cock and trying not to think about how long it's been since I sank my dick into a woman. I also have to think of the easiest, quickest way to get her sweet little ass up to the roof now that I'm all out of desks.
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Kat
It's so dusty up here that I pray I won't do something colossally stupid like sneeze and tell the bad guys where we are. At least I think those are the bad guys. They did come in and shoot everyone in the café. Everyone. I tried not to look but I saw the blood spreading from the girl's head as the guy I'm with reached over her to grab the gun the store keeps for protection. Not that it helped anyone today.
My white suit is now a dingy gray and I look like I mopped the floor with myself. I can imagine what a flaming mess the rest of me looks like. I had no idea my day would start out so boring and mundane and turn into a fucking Bourne movie by lunch. I would have worn something that hid the dust better if I had known. That way, when they kill me I won't look so god awful.