1- Meeting Jazz

The entrance to her place was along a narrow alley, between two shops. Then past the backs of two more shops and up a metal staircase. She reached into her pocket and took out an old-fashioned mechanical key. Unlocking the door she led the way into a short entrance hall. She took off her Jacket and hung it beside a couple of heavy coats.
“Come on in,” she said and led the way into the sitting room. “Make yourself at home,” she gestured at a large, soft sofa. “I’ll get us some beers.”
She switched on some music and went into the kitchen. I put my bag on the coffee table and sat down in the middle of the sofa. It was old and worn and very comfortable. The music was late twentieth century instrumental, and quite nice. I took off my jumper and threw it across the armchair. Jazz came back with a couple of cans and glasses. She handed me a can and glass and sat down beside me, not quite touching. I opened my can and emptied it into the glass.
“You have a nice place here,” I put the empty can on the coffee table.
Jazz smiled, “Thanks. It took a long time to fix up.”
“This is so snug and warm.” I leant back onto the sofa and found Jazz’s arm around me. “So safe and warm,” I muttered as I nuzzled against her.
I listened to the music for a few minutes, slowly drinking my beer. Then I gently rubbed my cheek against her shoulder, feeling her hard muscles through the thin cotton of her T-shirt.
We lay there for some time each lost in our own thoughts, yet at some level in constant communication.
Jazz changed the mood by twisting her head around and in front of me. She ran her tongue along my nose and across half my mouth. She brought her arm over my head and reached down to pull off her boots.
Looking up at me she smiled. Then reached over and undid my sneakers. She ran her hands all over my stocking feet, from toes to ankles. Then she slipped off the stockings and, continuing to caress my feet, she slid off the sofa on to the floor in front of me and nuzzled her head against my abdomen. She ran her hands up my legs, along my sides to my armpits, then across and down to my breasts, gently squeezing them. Then snaked her body up along mine and we kissed.
Her tongue was hot and supple as it licked in and out and around my mouth. I ran my hands along her back feeling her strong muscles as she moved against me. She reached down, undid my jeans slipped both hands inside my T-shirt and ran them up my body. I arched my body up against her and she pulled my t-shirt up over my breasts. Then her tongue was on my left nipple sending sparks of pleasure through my body.
I lay back on the sofa, completely at peace, just relaxing in Jazz’s arms. The music was soft and pleasant. I was safe, snug and satisfied.
I lay there for a little while longer, then I twisted round and took her head in my hands. I kissed her. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. Fondling both her ears I whispered, “Now it’s your turn.” I pulled up her T-shirt and started to caress her left breast.
I licked and nibbled her nipple, while I pulled her T-shirt over her arm. I switched breasts and pulled it over her head and off her other arm. I started to work my way lower, she lay back gently caressing my shoulders and neck. I undid her skirt, she raised her hips and I pushed it down off her legs. Then I slid off the sofa, onto the floor between her legs, taking much the same position to her as she had just done to me. I ran my hands along her lovely legs.
There was a deafening roar, a blinding flash, the window imploded, the door was kicked in, there were several bangs and crashes in the other rooms, and within the regulation point eight of a second, a police A.H.A. squad had occupied every room and sealed every possible exit.
I was dragged to my feet and held by my arms from behind. Jazz was thrown to the floor and told to spread her arms and legs. An officer kicked her legs further apart, then knelt on her back and put a handgun to the base of her skull. Another stood beside them, looking down.
I looked around at the armoured figures, at the mirrored visors, and screamed. An armoured glove clamped my mouth closed and a synthetic voice hissed in my ear, “Shut the fuck up, whore.” My right arm was now free so I put as much force as I could into elbowing my captor in the stomach. This sent a flash of pain along my arm, numbing it from the elbow down. The officer chuckled softly, making the sound of a synthetic rattlesnake.
A polite cough came from the doorway. A man in his late twenties, wearing a conservative business suit, came into my field of view. He held a piece of paper in one hand and a pen in the other. He cleared his throat again.
“Detective Williams?” his voice was quiet, but firm. The officer standing over Jazz looked around. “I have the release papers for Miss Fox-Smyth,” he continued. “If you would be good enough to sign?” He held the paper out to the standing officer.
“Just her,” the officer’s synthetic voice answered. “This cunt,” pointing at Jazz. “is a terrorist suspect and will be taken in for questioning.”
“That’s fine by me, Detective Williams,” he passed the paper to the officer.
Who signed it and passed it back. “Fine, Mr. Forthworth. Simmons, release her.”
The one holding me let go and pushed me away. I exploded, “Get the hell off her you monster.” And started towards Jazz and the police officers. “Leave her alone. She has…”
An armoured glove clamped my mouth shut on my tongue. I tasted blood and was pinned again.
“Miss. Fox-Smyth is overwrought by these proceedings,” Forthworth expounded.
“Smith, get both these fuckers out of here,” ordered the officer.
Struggling I was picked off my feet and carried out of the door, Forthworth scurrying along behind. Outside I gasped as the cold air hit me.
Forthworth came up from behind, said “This way.” and started along the alley towards a large black car parked at the entrance. The chauffeur jumped out and opened the back door. I was bundled inside. Forthworth followed and dumped my clothes on top of me. The chauffeur was back in his seat and the car speeding away before I could pick myself off the floor.
“Who the hell are you,” I exploded.
“I work for Mr. Brown’s legal advisers,” he replied quiet calmly. “Here is my card.” He reached into his breast pocket and handed me his business card. Then glanced nervously out the window.
I ignored it. “What are they going to do with Jazz.”
“I expect they will want to question her about the attempted kidnapping of you.”
“She wasn’t kidnapping me, you idiot,” I got off the floor. “We were making love.”
“Oh I know that,” he looked around at me, then quickly back out the window.
“Then why?” I implored.
“Well, I’m sure that Mr. Brown has warned you about going off with strange people.”
I sat back and looked forward, “But why did you want to involve the police?”
“I’m just doing what I’m told to do,” he looked straight ahead.
“You don’t like me, do you?” I looked at him as he continued to blush.
“You could say that I don’t approve of Mr. Brown or his associates.” He glanced at me, then looked quickly away.
“Oh, I see,” a smile forming about my lips. “You don’t like what Mr. Brown and I do together.”
Forthworth coughed embarrassed, “Well I’m not privy to the relationship between Mr. Brown and you. I’m just here to see that you get home safely.” He put his hand to the side of his face and crossed his legs away from me.
“So what will happen to Jazz.” I pulled my T-shirt out of the pile at my feet and slipped it over my head.
“Oh you needn’t worry about her,” he assured, relaxing slightly. “She will be released when the police find she has nothing to do with any terrorists.”
I pulled on my panties and jeans, “So what will happen when I get home?” I did not think that Mr. Brown knew Mary “Lent me out” to other people.
Forthworth coughed again, “Mr. Brown has gone away on business.”
I looked across at him.
“For several weeks I’m afraid,” he looked out the window and coughed.
“You should do something about that cough, Forthworth,” I looked out my window and tried to anticipate Mr. Brown’s reaction when he returned home.

Chapter 2 – Sam