A PUPPET ON A STRING

Chapter 12

Julie groaned dirty French words as Frank trust into her from every position.Before falling exhausted beside his new lover. Mistress. Sirens outside squawked in protest to their infidelity. Thomas was dead. The country was safe. Marilyn was safe. Julie was safe.And Frank was satisfied.

"Stay another day." Julie asked pulling Franks arms around her, not wanting him to leave.

"I wish I could..." He replies searching for words that would allow him to stay longer.

"But I have to get back..."'Or do I?" He thought. 'What was back there that was so urgent?

'"Maybe one more day." He conceded.Julie rolls over and kisses him with a smile. Happiness radiated from her. As if a sadness had been lifted. Looking into his eyes, she tried to read Frank's mind.

"You're a dark one Frank." She makes her assessment of him.Sitting on top of him. She grinds her heated loins along Frank's cock. Now stirring back to life.

"Are all French girls as bad as you?"

"Of course." Declares Julie.

"Have you not been to France?"

"No. Not really... Only what I read about."

"We must go one day... You will love it. I will show you everything."Rubbing and pressing her breasts on Frank's face. His mouth and tongue searching for her nipples and suckling them like a new born baby.

"Good boy." Moans Julie, grinding herself onto him.Any thought of Marilyn had been wash away in the shower. Frank had to keep his options open. Turning Julie over to take her from behind. Raising her ass into the air she rubbed herself up and down Frank's rubbing post.

And groaned as Frank impaled her. The bed rocked against the wall. Frank wondered if the neighbor was home. Deciding in the end, he did not care. Becoming too much for him to hold, he shutters his load into her. Panting, the lovers lay side by side staring at the ceiling.

"Unbelievable." Frank manages to say between the quickened breaths.Thinking he was reasonably fit, but discovering what the youthful Julie had taken out for him.

"How old are you... can I ask?" Asked Frank now wondering the legality of the circumstances.

"Old enough..." Relied Julie, smiling with satisfaction.

"You?"

"Too old..." Frank laughs.Laying in each other's arms they would succumb to sleep and the day outside begins to dim.Suddenly Frank is awoken.

"Oh shit!" Saids Frank, remembering Marilyn would be expecting him.

"What's the matter?" Worried something was wrong between them.

"Ah... I better extend my room reservation... You stay here... Help yourself to mini bar... I'll head down to the front desk."

"You could do that from the phone here."

"I suppose... But the... The company I work for booked the room for one night... Business and all that... Tonight would be personal. If you know what I mean."

"Oh I see... You better go sort it out."

"You be okay for a while?" Asks Frank.

"I'll be fine Frank... You go... But come back okay."Throwing on his clothes, Frank tidies himself to be presentable and heads downstairs to the hotel foyer.Now safe from Julie's ears, he calls Marilyn.

"Hello sweetie... Bad man here."

"How is your trip?"

"Good, very good. So much so I have to stay another night... You don't mind?" Saids Frank hoping Marilyn doesn't see through hi lies.

"Maybe you have a girl-friend there?" Marilyn begins to tease.

"None in Flint, only in Seattle... Her name is Marilyn... You might know her." Saids Frank appealing to Marilyn's sensitivity.

"Say hello for me... Tell her I love her and I'll be home soon."

"You have sweet tongue bad man... But I will tell her... See you soon."

"Bye sweetie." And Frank kills the call. That was close.Then his mobile vibrates with an incoming message. Frank opens it.

"Transfer complete."Anxiously Frank checks his bank account as to what had been transferred.The first deposit of twenty-five thousand was already too much. Then Frank sees a second amount had been deposited.

"Christ!" Frank curses to the amount.'Fifty thousand to kill someone' thought Frank.Not wanting to keep it. But the thought of losing it also caused him as much mental anguish. The moral scales of his conscious leveled again. Weighing the good with the bad. Fifty thousand would wipe his debts. Give him a life again.No pressure of having to find a job for a while. Allowing the endless possibilities to fill his mind. Sensing a new life before him.Frank approaches the front desk to book an additional night's stay.

"That's already been arranged Mister Pecks." Advises Prentice, the Hotel Manager.

"I'm sorry I don't understand..." Asks Frank confused.

"Mister Smith has arranged it for you... Enjoy your stay."

The Manager smiles as if he knew the reason of the extension. A perverted smile creeped across his face.Frank looks about the lobby expecting to see Smith standing there. Where was he? How did he know? Then sees the cameras on the ceiling. Smith sees everything.'The bastard.' Frank concedes the damning thought.Frank had been blooded and Smith had his number. Right down to Julie in his room. Was she working for Smith too? Trying to reconcile her movements.Unable to find a connection. Her behavior had been... Seductive at best.Dismissing the thought, he returned to the room. Julie had made herself comfortable on the bed. A glass of white wine in her hand. Reminding Frank of Marilyn.

"All sorted." Saids Frank.

"What do you fancy to eat?"

"You." Julies suggests.

"For dessert... How about dinner?"

"Can't go out. My clothes are at my place. Probably smoke stained by now."

"They probably do room service here... We can shopping for some new clothes tomorrow... How does that sound?"

"You know your way to a girl's heart... Can you afford it?"

"Apparently I can." Grinned Frank.