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Subject: {ASSM} To Catch Rhianna   Part 14  (BDSM)
Date: Fri,  4 Aug 2000 06:10:04 -0400
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To Catch Rhianna  part 14




Matthew Anderson pulled off to the side of the road and got out of the car.
He had a map of the area in one hand and he spread it out over the hot hood.

Roads tended to curl around and double back on themselves in this part of
the country and it didn't surprise him that he got lost once he got off the
main highway.  But he liked the look of the area, plenty of rolling hills
surrounded by farms and forests.  It wasn't as inspiring as the mountains of
his home state, but it was a damn sight nicer to look at than where he used
to live.  New York was great for the tourists, but after a while, it began
to grow on you like mold on bread.

Matthew was still staring at the map when a Sheriff's Department patrol car
pulled up behind his car and stopped.  Matthew wondered if it was going to
be his lucky day.

The deputy who got out wasn't Bart Maxell, however, but Matthew thought that
maybe this guy would know where he was.

"Evening, Sir," said the deputy, climbing out of the car.

"Hi!"  Matthew replied.

"Car trouble?" asked the deputy.  Matthew noticed that the deputy moved the
way cops usually do when faced with an unknown, as if anything could jump
out at them at any second.  The young deputy showed his caution, even though
he kept a smile on his face.  Matthew wondered if he had already called in
the license plate of the rented car, but then this was a country cop, and
Matthew was used to the city kind.  This guy probably didn't see in one
month the kind of stuff New York cops see in a day!

"Nope," Matthew said with a smile of his own, "just lost.  I know there's a
town near here, I just have to find it!"

"Yeah, it can get confusing around here if you're not used to it."  The
deputy was beside Matthew now, and Matt noticed him make a quick but
thorough check of the inside of the car before looking at the map.  "Well, I
see you have one problem already.  That map is out of date.  We had to close
that bridge last year because of flooding," he said pointing at a spot on
the map.

"Ah, so I miscounted the turn-offs?"

"Yep, go back and take the second left, that'll get you back on the highway.
You can't miss it from there."

"Thanks," Matthew said, holding out his hand.  The deputy shook it.  "By the
way, the reason I'm out here is that I'm looking for one of your guys, Bart
Maxell?"

The deputy's smile faded slightly, replaced with a little curiosity.  "Bart
Maxell?  What did you want with him?"

"It's a private matter, you understand.  But I do need to see him, and maybe
you could save me a trip to your office if you knew where he was."

"Well, we don't normally give out that kind of information without a good
reason," the deputy said.

"Believe me, this is a very good reason.  I need to ask him questions about
a mutual friend.  She's gone missing, and he might know where she went."

"A friend, huh?  What is she to you, a wife?  A girlfriend?"  The deputy's
smile was almost gone now, and Matthew had a sneaking feeling that he was
being suspected of something.

"Actually, she's one of yours.  She's FBI, and I'm told that he's been
seeing her!"

The deputy looked startled for a moment, then the concerned look suddenly
sharpened.  "What did you say your name was?"

"I didn't.  But it's Matthew Anderson, if that makes any difference,"
Matthew said, cautious now that the deputy was cautious.

Matthew saw the man's eyes widen again in surprise.  "Are you sure it isn't
Deputy Maxell you're after, and not Agent Summer?" the deputy asked him.

"Do you know her?"  Matthew asked, now startled himself.

"Yes, but answer my question please, Sir."

"Deputy.  If you know Rhianna Summer, then you had better tell me where I
can find Maxell.  I have a hunch that she's on a case that isn't going well
for her, and I need to talk to him."

"A hunch?"

"Yes...it's hard to explain."

The deputy studied Matthew's face for a moment, before holding out his hand
again.  "I'm Peter Brown, Maria's husband and Bart's friend.  I've heard of
you from Maria, Rhianna has spoken of you to her."

"Rhianna has told me about the two of you as well!" said Matthew, shaking
Peter's hand once more.

"Well, I wouldn't go celebrating yet Mr. Anderson.  I know enough to realize
that there may be other reasons why you'd want to see Bart Maxell."

"Yes.  There are other reasons why I MIGHT want to see him, but I'm not here
about that.  I know that he and Rhianna have been seeing each other, but he
doesn't, I assume, know about us."  The look in Peter's eyes told him that
he was right in that assumption.  "I don't plan on telling him, either, at
least not until I have a chance to talk to Rhianna first.  But I don't want
to see her about him, I have other reasons."

"So the story about a case was all a sham?"

"No.  There is something funny about the case, that's the truth, but it
wasn't what got me started looking for her."

"Well what was it?" Peter asked.  He knew Rhianna well; she was a friend to
the young deputy, and professionally she was also an inspiration.  He knew
some of the details about Rhianna and Matthew, but not enough to make him
feel easy about the man.  He felt protective toward her.

He also didn't care much for the romantic triangle Rhianna had constructed,
and being Bart's friend, he felt that Anderson would be better off leaving
her alone.

Matthew, on the other hand, was getting a little frustrated at all the
questions.  "Look, standing by the side of the road is not the best place
for all this.  Why don't you let me know where Maxell is, and you can get
the story from him later."

Peter sighed.  "I don't know, Mr. Anderson.  Tell you what.  There's a diner
on the highway going into town, a place called "Russel's".  Why don't you
stop there and get something to eat and I'll bring Bart by myself in about
an hour.  You can tell us both what you have to tell us..."

"And you can be there to referee if you need to!" finished Matthew.

Peter shrugged.

"Okay," said Matthew, nodding, "I'll meet you there.  But do me a favor.
Don't tell Maxell who I really am.  I don't plan to mention it, and he
doesn't need to know yet.  I don't think the two of us arguing over Rhianna
is going to help her right now."

"You really think she's in danger?" Peter asked, doubt that Matthew was
running a scam seeping into his face.

"I don't know, but something about her case stinks."

"Okay, then we'll meet you in an hour."



---***---



The food was good at "Russel's Diner."  Matthew took the opportunity to have
a huge double bacon cheeseburger and fries with all the fixings.  He hadn't
had one like this since before he went to prison, and prison food was never
like this.  Even at home in Colorado, cheeseburgers were never on the menu.
He would have to do something about that when he got home.

Feeling his arteries slamming shut, Matthew mopped up the last of his
ketchup with his fries and looked around the diner once more.

It was a modern place, spacious and well lighted, with a friendly
atmosphere.  The supper crowd was beginning to gather now and Matthew
watched as the community greeted each other happily as they found their
tables.  It made him a little homesick, as he thought of his own community
back home, but he was happy to see it happening here.

He glanced over at one table nearby, where a woman sat with a toddler in a
high chair.  She had come in alone with the child, but had quickly been
joined by a huge man who laughed and tickled the little girl.  The woman was
an exquisite beauty, and the toddler looked like she was going to take after
her mother.  Matthew watched with a smile on his face as the girl dipped her
fingers in the small squirt of ketchup her mother had put on her plate, and
smeared it on the table.

He didn't see what the mother did, because at that moment Peter and Bart
entered the diner.

They split up, Peter heading for the counter, while Bart stopped to talk to
someone in a booth by the door.

Matthew took a quick look around and saw no one concerned about the presence
of the uniformed deputies.  In fact, some of them actually brightened up at
the sight of Bart, and many said 'hi' to him as he passed their tables.
Matthew noticed the mother of the toddler focusing more on Peter than Bart,
but even she smiled a greeting to the friendly deputy.

Bart waved at Matthew from halfway across the room and eventually made his
way over.

"Mr. Anderson, this is a surprise!  Don't tell me you came all the way from
New York just to see me!" Bart said to him.

"Call me Matthew, please, and yes, I did fly out here just to see you."

"How come?  Is it Rhianna?"  Bart's easygoing manner changed quickly.  It
became sharper, a lot more serious.  Matthew wondered just how much of the
country deputy was a front to put people at ease.

Peter joined them, passing Matthew from behind, and Matthew gestured for the
two of them to sit.

"I ordered for both of us," Peter told his partner, passing him one of the
soft drinks he had brought with him.

"Sure," Bart replied.  Matthew saw his eyes shift momentarily toward the
woman with the child before focusing back on him.  "Okay, Matt.  Now, what's
going on?"

"I'm still trying to find Rhianna," Matthew told him.

"What?  You mean that your people are giving you the run around, too?  Don't
you fibbies talk to each other?"

Peter raised an eyebrow but said nothing.  He knew that Matthew wasn't from
the FBI.  He didn't like keeping things like this from Bart, but did agree
that if Rhianna WAS in trouble, Bart knowing the truth about Matthew
wouldn't help matters.  Besides, he was willing to let Matthew take enough
rope to hang himself with.  His story had better be good.

"Bart," said Matthew, looking at the table, "you told me that you knew that
Rhianna's boss, James Vessor, gave Rhianna her assignment personally."

"Yeah, that's right."

"How do you know this?"

"Well I was there, at least at the beginning.  Vessor showed up with Joe
Booth, and the next thing I knew, she was hustling me out the door!"

"He came to her apartment?" Matthew asked.

"Yep!  I thought it odd myself, but then, I don't know how you FBI guys do
things.  It was strange, him bringing Joe along, I thought."

"Who is Joe Booth?"

Peter butted in.  "I think you know Joseph Booth," he said quietly.

Matthew thought about it for a moment.  "Wait, there's a Stocks and Bonds
guy, lives in Manhattan, he's heavily involved in the D/s community, is that
him?"

"What's a D/s community?" asked Bart.

"Yes, that's him," Peter confirmed.

A waitress came by and put plates of food in front of the deputies.  She
winked at them both, and then stared for a second at Matthew.

Matthew felt as if she was checking him out, but not in a romantic way.  She
left with a smile for him too.

"Bart has told me some of what's going on," Peter said, "but I'd still like
to get up to speed on a few things.  Do you mind a few questions of my own?"

"Shoot," Matthew replied.

"What makes you think Rhianna's in trouble?"

Matthew sat back and tried to put his thoughts into words.  It was a
question he had been trying to answer ever since he heard about her being
late getting back from her case.  He started by telling Peter, in a very
general way, about his search for her, how even a visit to her boss yielded
nothing.  There was nothing to go on but gut feelings.

"If I only knew what the case was, then I'd know if I was chasing shadows,
which was why I came out here," Matthew finished.

"So you don't even know for sure if she's on an official case?" Peter asked
him.

Matthew shook his head.

Bart looked at both men, confused.  "Hold on a minute, will you!  What the
hell are you guys talking about?  Unofficial cases?  A secret organization
of some kind?  You're making her sound like the damn "X Files"!"

"Rhianna didn't tell you everything," Peter told his friend, looking at
Matthew as he did so.

"And she told you?  Hey!  I'm the guy that's been...well, I'm the one she
would tell anything to if she had something to tell, wouldn't she?"

Peter was very uncomfortable, Matthew could see that.  He didn't want to be
here.  Neither did Matthew for that matter.  He had tried not to think about
Bart and Rhianna together, but it was getting harder.  He wondered how long
he could put his jealousy and disappointment aside.  Surely long enough to
find out if Rhianna was okay after all, so he could confront her about him
first.

Matthew glanced about the diner, and caught the eye of the big man eating
with the beautiful mother.  Their gazes held for a moment, and again Matthew
was under the impression that he was being examined, tested even.

"Bart, you know I've known Rhianna longer than you have, and that Maria
knows her better than I do..."

"So Maria knows?" Bart said, loud enough to disturb some of the other
diners, including the mother who sat up straighter without looking.

"Settle down, pal," Peter said, and a rather agitated Bart calmed down.

"What's going on?" he asked, a lot quieter this time.

Peter looked at Matthew.

"Bart, Rhianna sometimes does extra work, undercover work, in a specialized
field," Matthew said.  "She does this work both for the FBI, and for a
private organization her boss is involved in."

"What kind of work?"  Bart asked.

"Oh come on, Bart," Peter said quietly, "you aren't as stupid as that."

Bart looked from one man to the other and back again.  "You mean all that
kinky stuff she likes, that you and Maria are into, is what she does at
work?"

"Not all the time," Matthew told him.  "But she does know a lot more about
it than most of the Agents she works with, so when those kinds of cases come
up, she's usually the one that takes them."

"Okay, so she works for the FBI's vice squad.  Now I see why she hated to
talk shop!  But how did you know about her, Peter?"

"It's a long story..."

"And one we don't have time for right now," added Matthew.  "Bart, you can
see now how this kind of work can be dangerous, can't you?  I know you want
to know if she's okay, after all, it was you who first felt that she had
been gone too long."

"But then you said her boss told you she was undercover!"

"Bart, does that really mean she's safe?"

Bart thought about that for a moment.  "No," he admitted, "It doesn't.  But
I don't know anymore than what I told you already.  Vessor and Booth showed
up, and Rhianna hustled me out of the place before they could talk!"

Matthew frowned.  "How DO you know James Booth, anyway?  It's hard to see
how you would bump into him way out here!"

"It's another long story," Peter told him.

"I thought so.  Well, I don't have time for long stories right now; I have
to get back to New York so I can go see Booth."

"It won't do you any good," said a voice from nearby.

Matthew turned to look, and saw that the mother had turned and was looking
at him.

Peter winced.  "Maria, I told you I was handling this!"

"You're Maria?"  Matthew asked her.

Maria smiled.  "Hi, Matthew; Rhianna has said a lot about you."

"So I gather.  She has mentioned you too, but I doubt in as much detail."

Maria laughed.  "Sorry about all the cloak and dagger, but my husband
thought it might be better if we met you without you meeting us, if you know
what I mean."

Matthew looked at Peter, who was watching him calmly.  Here was a man that
was very protective of both friends and family.  It was an odd way to
protect them, but Matthew couldn't blame him.

"I do," Matthew answered.  "But why is going after Booth a waste of time?"

"He isn't in the country.  Won't be back until the end of the week.  No one
can reach him until then."

"How do you know this?"

"We're...close."

"What about his wife?  I know he's married."

Maria and Peter exchanged glances.  "She isn't available either."

"How come?"

Peter stood up, his meal barely touched, while Bart had somehow managed to
inhale most of his.  "Look, Matthew, I don't know if you planned on flying
back to the city tonight, but it's getting late and I doubt there is
anything you can change by rushing back now.  Why don't you come and stay
with us for the night, and we'll explain to both you AND Bart what we know
about Rhianna and James Booth.

Matthew considered it for a moment.  Peter was right, there was nothing to
gain from rushing back.  Booth was his only lead, and it was a lead he
couldn't follow for days.  Besides, he was interested in knowing more about
the woman he loved.

"Okay," he said, standing up.

The group go to their feet, and while Peter went to settle the tab, Maria
began to collect her daughter together.  Matthew watched her, amused at the
child's antics, when the large man who had been eating with Maria came
around to see him.

"My name's Robert Wright," he said taking Matt's hand.  He bent low so he
was close to Matthew's ear and began to squeeze.  "I'm not sure who you are,
Anderson," he whispered, "but I can see that Rhianna means more to you than
you're letting on.  Bart Maxell is a friend of mine, and I know the man is
getting himself up to ask that girl to marry him.  You fuck that up and
you're paste, got that?"

Matthew never liked threats, even well intentioned ones.  Rather than give
in, he usually tried to give something back.

This time he squeezed back, the strength of his hand against Robert's.  Had
he known that Robert was the town's equivalent of the village blacksmith, he
might have tried a different tactic, but this one worked well enough.  He
whispered back to Robert, "Rhianna's safety is what's important right now,
Pal, let's argue about her happiness some other time."

Robert nodded and both men broke their holds.  As they followed the group
out the door of the diner, both men resisted the urge to rub their sore
fingers.



---***---



While Bart Maxell listened in rapt amazement as everyone shared their
stories of Rhianna Summer, a little old lady sat in a not so little boudoir
in an upscale apartment on Manhattans east side.

She was dressed in a red lace corset and stocking set, with matching red
heels and garters.  Red, arm length opera gloves and a red ribbon tying her
hair back completed the ensemble.

The look exposed her sagging breasts and her wrinkled and spotted body, far
beyond its prime now, but she didn't care about things like that.  Money and
Power were now her main attractions.  She knew that the young man between
her legs did not find her physically appealing, but there were other ways of
getting him to keep his face in her snatch.

As poor Charles diligently worked on his Mistress, Edward, her other boy
toy, came into the room.

Away from the corporate offices below, both men were now in their more
natural state of undress, naked except for the harness and cock rings that
kept them perpetually hard.

With his manhood bobbing up and down, Edward padded into the room on his
toes, his normal method of walking, and knelt before his Mistress.  He
spared hardly a glance at Charles, who did not stop.  Edward had been there
himself more times than he could count.

Instead, he handed his Mistress a file folder with some papers in it.

"Mistress," he said, "Someone has been asking questions about Rhianna
Summer."

"That was to be expected, Edward," replied his owner.

"Yes, Mistress, but not this particular man.  His name is Matthew Anderson,
and apparently he used to be a member of the New York BDSM community before
being put in jail by Agent Summer for smuggling."

Curious, the old lady began paging through the file.  She didn't really need
to concentrate on what Charles was doing to her, the pleasures of the flesh
having left her a long time ago, but it was good to have him there trying.
The humiliation factor was all a part of his training.

So she still had all her faculties as she read the thin dossier on Matthew,
noting that there was precious little to go on about who he was.

"Do you know why he is looking for her?" she asked aloud.

"It is believed, Mistress, that he is involved with her, sexually that is."

The Mistress looked up sharply.  "Why wasn't he mentioned in the work-up we
did on Miss Summer when we were investigating her?"  When the abduction of
Rhianna Summer was first brought to her attention, she had ordered a
complete intelligence work up on the Agent, and apparently it wasn't as
complete as it should have been.

Edward bowed his head, knowing he was now in trouble for something that was
beyond his control.  "I do not know, Mistress.  Perhaps when the
investigators found out about her affair with the deputy Sheriff, they
figured they didn't need to look any further."

"Stop making excuses for them," snapped the old lady.  "They should know
better, and so should you.  I can't stand sloppy work like this!  I'll take
it out of your hide later, but for now, what is the status of this man?"

"He is being observed, and the investigation of his background is
proceeding."

The Mistress growled and lay back on the bed where she and Charles were
engaged in play.  She turned to the page in the report that contained a
picture of Matthew Anderson, and admired his rugged looks as Charles
continued his licking.

Edward remained where he was, which was unusual because he usually left
after delivering his reports.

The old woman looked at him.  "Was there something else?"

"Yes, Mistress.  Ben Lane."

"What about him?"

"Apparently he has hired some investigators to help him track down the
whereabouts of Amy Nelson.  They have been asking questions both here in New
York and down in the Bahamas.  They haven't approached anyone of consequence
yet; I assume they are simply putting together some background information."

The old woman smiled.  This was what she had been expecting.

"It's amazing how predictable some people can be, Edward," she said.

"Yes, Mistress," agreed Edward.

"Is the firm he hired anyone we know?"

"Yes, Mistress.  He hired "Matts & Krogel" out of Munich."

"Oh my!  He went for one of the best!"

"Yes, Mistress.  They are a very reputable firm."

"I'll have to call Rupert and let him in on the situation."

"Mr. Matts is already aware, Mistress, but I am sure he would appreciate a
call for instructions."

"I'm sure he would, Edward.  Considering how persistent our young Mr.
Anderson is getting, we could probably use Rupert's help in dealing with
both him and Mr. Lane!"

Edward smiled, and with his Mistress's permission, left the room.





End of Part 14.



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