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Subject: {ASSM} A Story - Partners
Date: Mon, 30 Dec 2002 21:10:03 -0500
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My partner Sammie and I had a sweet deal going. Nobody gives a rats ass
about a dead heroin dealer. It was perfect. We hit them when they were flush
and took their cash. The cops would take a few photos and then put them in
the DSF file, "Did Society a Favor". These days the cops had more important
things to worry about.

We kept it simple. We used all new clean tools on each job. We tossed all
the pieces and shells, so the forensic boys could not make a match. We used
the same make and type of guns that were popular with the dealers
themselves. There were never any innocent victims. There were no statements
to take. There were no lawyers. We did everything we could to give the cops
every opportunity to look the other way. They did. It worked great.

In the twenty years I chased these poison peddles, I had developed a large
network of contacts. Everyone likes money, so information was easy to
obtain. Most of these dealers where idiots, so getting a line on them was
pretty easy. We avoided the smart well armed ones. Sammie's training was as
good as mine. She was cool, calm, and reliable. I found the dealers and
Sammie did the plan. Sammie always planned everything to the smallest
detail.

The planning was all done and the time for our next job was coming up fast.

"Two more hours," I said.

"How's your nerves, baby," Sammie asked as she smoothed clear oil on her
legs.

"Fine. My nerves are fine." I said. She smiled and nodded.

Half of me did this out of pure hatred for the dealers and the misery they
caused, the other half of me did it out of pure lust for Sammie. I don't
know why she did it. Maybe it was the thrill, maybe the money, or maybe out
of sheer boredom. One thing was for sure. Just before we went live, Sammie
would get real hot.

She was sitting in a chair across the hotel room for me. She had pulled her
white satin shirt up all the way to the top of her muscular thighs. She kept
the shirt flap down so I could see in between her legs. She slowly rubbed
baby oil on her smooth shinning legs. She started at her ankle and then
slowly worked up the side of her thigh until she reached the top of her leg.
Then she would turn her hand in and rub the soft inside of her thigh, but
she would not let me see. She was teasing me.

She looked over at me. I was staring at her.

"You look tense, baby," she said as she filled her hand with oil.

She stood up and so very slowly walked over to where I was sitting. She
knelt in front of me. Keeping the oil cupped in one hand, she used her other
hand to unzip my pants and pull out my very hard erection.

"Mmmm," she said with her slow smile.

She rubbed her hands together and got that baby oil all warm. She put both
her palms at the base of my shaft and took a firm hold. Then she started to
slowly stroke me with her warm oiled hands.

"You like that?" she asked with a half smile.

What? Of course I liked it. I let her go at it for a few minutes, then I
stood up and pulled her up with me. She kept a firm grip on my cock. I
kissed her and she kissed back. In between kisses she would look at me with
those intense green eyes. I never knew what she was really thinking.

I put my hands on her chest and felt her breasts. They were quite small but
firm and hard. I opened my palms all the way and pushed her hard back up
against the wall. Her feet came flying off the ground. As her back slammed
into the wall her face flushed with that quick look of freight and
excitement. I pinned her hands up above her head and tried to kiss her. She
turned her face away and would not kiss me. I used one of my much bigger
hands to pin both her wrists and used my free hand to force her face to
mine. She could have gotten away if she really wanted, but she didn't. She
kissed with quick short bursts and made me chase her mouth around.

Finally I turned her around to face the wall and pinned her hands behind her
back and handcuffed her.

I spun her around and threw her on the bed. She landed face up and firmly
crossed her strong legs. I tired to pull her feet apart, but she was strong
and she would not move.

"Open up," I said.

"Make me!" she spat back.

I rolled her over and took off my belt. As soon as she opened her legs, I
would quit. How many she took was up to her. I raised up her satin shirt. I
could see her tense up her sweet buns. I doubled over the belt and gave her
about five real hard ones right across the ass. She still kept her legs
firmly locked and her hands balled into fists. I gave her three more and
then tried to pull her legs open. She would not budge. I raised up my belt
and gave her two hard ones just below the ass on the real soft part of the
top of her legs.

"Cheater!" she yelled as she finally opened her legs.

When she did, I rolled her over and put my mouth right on her wet pussy. She
arched back and let out a loud sigh. She was wet and tasted like honey. It
never took her long to come. She panted a few times and then spent her self
on my mouth. I never tired of making her come.

After a minute I rolled her face down and took off the metal cuffs. As soon
as I did she went right back to stroking my shaft with her oiled hands. I
could not stand much of that and she had me at the boiling point pretty
soon. She knew what to expect and at the exact right time, she put just the
tip of my shaft in her warm lips and I blew right in her mouth. She
swallowed it all.

We laid down in the bed for a rest and waited until 2:30 am. Neither one of
us slept.

Right on cue we both rose up and put on our gear. We needed to be at the
dealer's house at 4:00 am. We knew yesterday was a big drop day and there
would be at least $400,000 cash in the house. We had scouted the place and
we knew what to do. Sammie was the climber, she went in upstairs. I went in
hard and low, we met in the middle. The place was in the country, so no one
would hear and no one would care.

We checked the room and made sure everything was bagged. Sammie had shifted
mental gears. She was in work mode now. I always liked to watch my partner
at work. She was a pro.

We went to the car and I drove to the dumpster. We tossed all the plastic
bags and headed out to the house. Sammie had her black work outfit on with
her vest, two black nine millimeter hand guns and her binoculars. I had the
same plus the sniper rifle and one US Army issue phosphorus grenade. We
didn't talk. We had a plan and we both knew the details.

We parked the car exactly 1,000 yards from the house and humped it the rest
of the way through a path in the woods we had laid out. After a few minutes
we were 100 yards outside the house. Sammie looked it all over with her
night binoculars.

"Trouble," she said as she handed me the lenses.

As I looked though them I could see what she meant. There were two mean
looking Asians outside the front door and they weren't there to buy or sell
drugs.

"Shit! Where did they come from?" I asked.

"Let's go," she said.

"What? It is just two guys." I said.

"Two we can see, how many inside? This is not part our plan. Let's go," she
said as she started to move out.

"I can cap these two and it will be like they were never here. There is
$400,000 cash in there Sammie. I want it. I can still handle the down
stairs." I said.

I could see the wheels in her head turning. She was not afraid, just very
careful. She looked over at the number of cars and did the math. She figured
there were probably a maximum of two more inside, four total. She knelt back
down. She had run it through her mental calculator and it was an acceptable
risk.

"Just don't get your dick shot off," she said.

She gave me a last look and took off running to the back of the house. I
gave her the three minutes I knew it would take to climb up and in the back
window. I started to put the scope on one of the Asians. Then I put the gun
back down and got the binoculars back up.

"Shit!" they had both gone back in the house.

Sammie had no way of knowing. She would be climbing into that house and it
was full of hired Asian security.

That's when I had that sick feeling in my stomach. The most horrible thought
came into my head.

I could just leave. Sammie would get killed. But then I would have our two
million cash all for myself. I actually thought about it for a second. Then
I picked myself up and headed fast to the front door. Before I made it to
the door I heard Sammie's gun firing from the second floor. She was shooting
up a storm.

As I got to the door, it flew open and one of the Asians came out, turned
and fired at me with a fully automatic. Since it was on full auto, the fire
pattern was bad and he missed. I blew him away point blank with the sniper
rifle. I tossed it down and drew out my Colt.

I ran in the door and came face to face with the head scum bag himself. I
saw him raise his pistol and we fired at the same time. I felt a hard kick
in the center of my chest and my feet came up off the floor as I flew
backwards. When I hit the ground I was stunned and could hardly breathe. I
could see a big flat piece of metal on my vest. I could still hear gun fire
upstairs.

I managed to get to my feet just as a swinging door flew open and two more
Asians came out. They were poorly trained and even in the dazed state I was
in, they were easy targets.

"Sammie! Sammie! Where the fuck are you!" I yelled as I stepped over the
dead rat and headed for the stairs.

I saw a figure at the top of the stairs and raised my weapon to fire.

"WAIT!" Sammie yelled.

She came running down the stairs holding a big black bag.

"Did you get it?" I asked.

"Run!" she said and headed for the door.

As I turned  I felt a hard sharp pain in the back of my leg. My foot flew
out from under me and I hit the ground hard. I saw Sammie looking down the
hall past the stair case. It was an instant so brief it could never be
recorded, but I saw it and felt it. Sammie looked at me laying on the floor
bleeding. In that tiniest of a spilt second I could see her mind run through
the same calculation I had gone through. Should I leave him? All she had to
do was hit the door and all that money was hers. I could see her think about
it.

I rolled around and raised my weapon. The last Asian was firing at us with
his weapon on  full auto On single shot he would have killed us, but on full
auto he could not control the spray. Sammie and I must have fired at the
same time because I saw him blown back off his feet and into the wall.

Sammie put her small strong hand down and picked me up. She was calm, she
never said a word.

I put my arm over her shoulder and she helped me to the front door. With my
free hand I popped the cap on the grenade and tossed it back into the house.
Then I leaned hard on Sammie and she carried me back through the woods. I
was bleeding badly and soon I would pass out. We made it to the car and
Sammie drove us out. Through the trees I could see the flames from the
burning house.

I was in and out of conciseness for the next couple of days. I know she took
me to see our doctor and that I was resting in a small quite room some
place.

Finally one night my head started to clear. The first thing I saw was Sammie
sitting in a chair on the other side of the room. She was wearing her white
silk shirt with her smooth shinny legs pulled up under her. When she saw me
come to, she put down her book,  stood up, and so slowly walked over.

"Your losing your touch," she said as she changed the cool damp rag on my
head.

"I don't think you are up for this any more," she said as she wiped my brow.

I reached up and grabbed her hand. Our eyes met.

"Why didn't you leave me?" I asked.

She looked at me for a minute then shifted her eyes to adjust the damp rag
on my head.

"We are partners. I know you would have never left me," she said.

I looked at her for a minute. What a partner she was. When she was finished
with the cloth rag she looked back at me.

"How much in the bag?" I asked.

"Well, after taxes, I would say about half a million," she said with her big
smile and slowly walked back over to get her bottle.

I pulled my arms out of the sheets and put my hands behind my head.

"I guess we are set then," I said.

She picked up her baby oil bottle and so slowly walked back over to the bed.

"Good thing, because your all done," she said as she poured clear oil in her
hand.

She pulled down the bed sheet. I was naked underneath. She warmed up the oil
in her hands and then took a firm hold of my shaft. She started to give me a
few strokes and I got real hard fast. She bend over and kissed me lightly
then lower her mouth to my ear.

"Good thing he shot you in the leg," she said as she playfully bit my ear.

" If you had got your dick shot off, I might have left you there," she
whispered.


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