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  I arch my back from the couch as Owen replaces his tongue with his fingers. His other hand pushes hard against my hips to hold me there. I feel myself wanting him like I’ve never wanted anyone before in my entire life.

  My body begins rocking on the arm of the couch as Owen increases the rhythm of his driving fingers. My juices flow as he pushes harder and faster. My body is surrendering completely to him.

  “Oh my god,” I yelp.

  I hear the faint slapping of Owen’s hand against my shaven pussy. I lift my gaze and see his head lower as his tongue dances against my budded clit again and again.

  I push my hips forward and arch my back to meet his thrusting hand. His tongue pushes firmly against my clit. My hips writhe and squirm beneath his pounding thrusts as he breathes deeply, becoming aroused at his actions. I feel his lips push around my clit as he sucks my nub into his mouth.

  “Owen, you will have to go out more often. This is fantastic,” I squeal. I buck my hips wildly in a rhythm that overcomes me. I feel my pussy clenching at his fingers, drawing his fingers deeper inside me.

  I need fucking.

  My body arches in a frenzy of yearning as I murmur to him. “Owen, make love to me, beautiful.”

  Owen slides his fingers out of my pussy and stands before me. I lift my head and watch as he strokes his hard clock while rubbing his thumb against my throbbing clit.

  “Mmm, you look hard,” I whisper.

  “Sssh, just enjoy,” he says.

  I bite my lip in anticipation. I see the head of his cock as he pulls his hand back down his hardened shaft. Owen moves in-between my thighs. I feel his hips pushing my legs wider. The hardness of the swollen head of his cock pushes perfectly inside me.

  Owen rubs the tip of his hard cock up the length of my wet pussy, his head rubs my aching clit. He pushes his hips closer to me as the head pushes gently into my sweetness. An urgent gasp flows from my body as Owen plunges the thickness and kisses my neck, biting intermittently.

  His powerful fullness enters and fills me as the pumping caress of his manhood increases. The rhythm of his hips is magical as he grinds them harder against my hot pussy. My body squirms on the arm of the couch as I arch my back and writhe in pleasure from Owen’s hardness. I feel the width of his cock stretching the soft, wet walls of my womanhood.

  “Jesus Christ. Owen. Yessss!”

  Owen puts his hand down and holds my leg against the rear of the couch. He pushes hard and rams his hard cock deeper as I moan out breathlessly. Owen increases his tempo as my body bucks with wild abandonment underneath him.

  “Oh, Owen, my god,” I yell.

  My body is bucking and arching, and colliding with perfect rhythm as his hard cock pushes and he looks at me with a fire in his eyes. I love it when he dominates me. It turns me on.

  “Ohh,” I scream as I feel my body finally reaching its orgasmic point of no return.

  Owen’s hard cock delves deeper with each rhythmic push. The pot of sensations now flowing freely. I feel my body quivering with each hard thrust and drive of his hard shaft.

  “Owen, I'm there,” I murmur. God he’s so sexy.

  He pushes his hips harder and faster. I begin to experience a tidal wave of enormous power as my body lets itself go.

  “Ah, ahh,” I scream.

  My body releases me as waves of orgasm hit me. Wild eruptions of pleasure fill my body. I feel Owen thrust his final strokes as his hard cock stiffens inside me. Now, his hips lock as he pushes, and his body finally erupts and spills over inside my wetness.

  Huge gasps of pleasure fill his body as he loosens his grip on my legs. He moves back and makes his way to sit on the couch. I swing the legs of my spent body to rest beside him.

  “Phew,” he says.

  “Owen, it was awesome,” I say.

  “It felt pretty good from my side as well,” he replies. “Damn, you’re hot.”

  “You filled me and satisfied me like I don’t know what,” I say.

  “It must be the sexy office girl that did it,” he replies. “But I can’t believe how much we want each other. We only just met.”

  “Shower now, or in a while?” I ask. “It’s like magic, huh?”

  “Yep! Magic. I think I’ll wait to get my breath back.”

  I rest my head against the side of his broad chest. “Have you thought about what will happen when this is over?” I ask. “I have a job here, but you don’t have anything.”

  “I'm not sure. I guess there could be a job here, but working with you all the time isn’t the healthiest way to form a relationship. I read that somewhere.”

  “What about that Ingrid woman, has she got anything you could do?”

  “What is she going to offer me? I mean, she doesn’t even know me that well.”

  “You never know. Sometimes great things come from the most unexpected places?” I say.

  “Yeah, but that’s slightly different, you're talking a hundred million hotel and casino there. Would you put me in charge of that?” Owen asks.

  “Not being biased in any way, but yes, I would.”

  “Janey, you're only saying that to make me feel good.”

  I begin laughing. “Yeah, I know that, but you do have a lot to offer.”

  “I can’t see it, myself. Manager of a hotel that big and you working here, that just doesn’t fit with any logic. I don’t get business.”

  “I'm a manager here, not a dancer, don’t forget. And I'm sure I don’t have to be full-time. Hell, we can even promote Britney, she isn’t stupid.”

  Owen turns to me and frowns. “You're speaking as if this is really going to happen.” He laughs.

  “Positive thinking, that is what you need. If you believe it, it will happen.”

  “Okay then, smarty pants, we'll test that theory. I'll positively think for two weeks. I'll find my sisters, the one in the coma and the one who isn’t. Not only that, I'll also find my parents,” Owen says. “Then we’ll see if it works.”

  “Owen, you have yourself a deal! I love Sunday fun day!”

  “But it’s Monday,” he says.

  “Owen…”

  “Okay, okay, it’s Sunday fun day… every single day!

  “That’s better!”

  “Minds are like parachutes, they only work when they’re open.”

  Owen

  “A meeting moves at the speed of the slowest mind in the room.”

  We had congregated in the restaurant for the conversation regarding the tailing of the vehicles from the police precinct. And about the subject of wherever they might go to. And this was gonna be a one-hit practice run. Everything would be decided upon from the information we gathered, so we had to get everything right.

  “First things first, what is the chance of a diversion from the casino?” I ask Ty.

  Ty thinks for a moment before he answers. “Only the sprinkler system. There are no shows or anything, just gambling and the hotel.”

  “At least it might be a disruption.”

  “Do they take cash from the casino back to the precinct first, and on a Sunday?” Britney asks.

  Janey starts laughing. “Does Bob feed you with these questions, or do you come up with them yourself?” she asks Britney.

  “Mine all mine,” Britney says giggling.

  Janey smiles. “Enlighten us then, what’s your suggestion?”

  “If they have a truck full of cash, would they panic more if that had a puncture on the way to the precinct?” Britney explains.

  “I fucking would,” Ty says.

  “So, would I,” Tina says.

  “It might be obvious, but those stinger things you put on the roads could work,” Britney says.

  Bob pushes his glasses up his nose. “You know, this can actually bring another benefit. If they think one truck is being robbed, they’ll have less guys on the others, and they might just make a couple of mistakes.”

  “And on the other hand, they might just be super vigilant with the other trucks full of m
oney,” I say.

  Bob looks at me. “I doubt it; no one knows it’s there. Only us.”

  “It’s easier than trying to set the water off on the sprinkler system,” Ty says.

  Bob sighs. “Ty, you know I can do that from here,” he says. “Have you forgotten how much I can manipulate things with a few, systematic key presses.”

  “Sorry Bob, my mind is focused on this.”

  “Right, we will see if they do that with a truck on Sunday. Now, we just have to have vehicles positioned at the turnpike and the roads away from the turnpike. The far end is just two roads out and into the middle of nowhere,” I say.

  “And the next towns are around ten to fifteen miles away,” Bob says.

  I gasp. “You don’t think they have a big hole in the desert, do you?”

  “There’s only the government who has a big hole in the desert, that is area fifty-one, and it's just over three hours away,” Bob says.

  Nah, they can’t. No way. They can’t take the cash to area fifty-one. Can they?

  “Ping,” Janey says. We all turn our heads to Janey.

  “It was so quiet then, you could hear a pin drop,” she says. “Don’t even think it's a government thing, these guys are just greedy fuckers, end of story.”

  Everyone agrees. It's hard enough to believe what we’re doing, never mind adding a government conspiracy into the mix.

  Who would write such a story?

  “We need six vehicles. One to watch the precinct and two at the roads leading to area fifty-one and the opposite direction. And three by the turnpike. The freeway coming this way, and the roads away to the sides,” I say.

  “Do we have six vehicles?” Bob asks. “And do we have twelve people?”

  “Cally and Ty are team one. Tina and Orlando team two,” I say. “Brent and Bell team three. Janey and Mikey, team four.”

  “We’re two short.”

  “Not really, Mikey is proving himself to be a really solid addition. Include him, and I'll go with him,” Britney says.

  “Who can go with Susan?” I ask.

  Bob looks at me. “Susan, she is okay now?”

  “Yeah, I’ll go with her.”

  Bell knocks on the table. “I nominate Karen,” she says.

  “Who can go with her?”

  “I'll go Cally says. Ty is on his bike, so I'm only there as a passenger.”

  “Ty, you okay by yourself?” I ask.

  “Have you ever seen him ride a bike?” Cally asks.

  “No.”

  “He is fine by himself, trust me,” she says.

  “Just five vehicles to find, we can’t use these from here, especially the work truck. They’ve seen that one.”

  “Mikey can get them tomorrow, he only needs rentals or some cheap vehicles,” Ty says.

  “That part is sorted, now all we have to do is calculate the time to get there. The team by the precinct has to be first,” I say. “We need those eyes on the ground.”

  Janey squeezes my leg and runs her hand toward my crotch. “Are you doing your positive thinking?” she whispers seductively.

  I shake my head to mean yes and grin. “Second and third teams will have to be the next two as they have the furthest to travel. And the last three teams can fall in as and when,” I say. “Does anyone have any questions?” I ask.

  “Will we have radios?” Brent asks.

  “We have to, the cars that have no truck to follow can blend with the tailing car and divide the job,” I reply.

  “What about guns?” Bell asks.

  I turn my head to Ty and shrug my shoulders. “What about guns?”

  “Don’t worry about the guns, I have that sorted,” he says. “But not for Sunday, this is just an exercise; any heat and we split.”

  “Does everyone agree with that?” I ask.

  “If the shit hits the fan, we all go running, and not back here,” Brent says.

  “Correct, ride around for a while and then dump the cars at the mall or something,” I say.

  “Anything else to add, or is that it?” asks Janey.

  “Night vision goggles,” Brent says.

  Bob looks at Brent. “The team by the precinct will need night vision goggles.”

  I turn to Ty. “Night vision goggles?”

  “I can get some tomorrow,” Ty replies.

  “Now, is there anything else?” I ask.

  “Yeah,” Brent says.

  “Ty, do you want to hit him, or shall I?” I ask.

  “Calm down, I was only going to say, are we eating here or going somewhere else?” Brent says laughing.

  “I think here is fine, this meeting is finally over,” I say. “Thank fuck for that, I’m starving!” Everyone laughs at my voiced opinion.

  “I'm going back to the office with Britney,” Bob says.

  “You want us to bring you anything?” I ask.

  “Yeah, but not stuff like they usually make. I hate that meatloaf and potato crap.”

  “Bob, this is a restaurant, a fully operating restaurant. Not a family kitchen,” Bell says.

  “Can they knock us up some Chinese then, or a couple of burgers and fries?” Bob asks.

  “They can knock you up a noodle burger if that’s what you want,” I say laughing.

  “Come on, there is no such thing as a noodle burger.” He looks at me with an awkward face.

  I laugh at his face as he screws it up. You gotta love Bob. “Go back to your office Bob, I'll bring you something in a while.”

  “Cally and I are going to go. I have someone that I need to see,” Ty says.

  “We’ll see you tomorrow,” I say.

  “Bell and I actually have something in the oven, sorry. Maybe next time,” Brent says.

  “It was you who asked if we were eating here,” I say, rolling my eyes at him.

  “I know,” Brent says.

  I turn to Tina and Orlando. They begin standing up from their chairs. “We have a reservation back at our hotel,” Tina says.

  “Sorry dude,” Orlando says as he pats me on the back.

  I look at Janey and can see she is laughing. “It's just you and me again, then.”

  “And the takeout for Bob and Britney,” I say. “Something Chinese or resembling a burger.”

  “It's hardly worth the staff cooking for just us, we might as well go out and get Bob something on the way home,” Janey says.

  “Bob do you want Chinese or burgers, what do you prefer?” I ask.

  “I feel like pizza.” He grins as he says the words.

  “Amen!” says Britney. “Hold the anchovies.”

  I take hold of Janey’s arm and we walk to the front entrance of the club. The new door and canopy is almost finished. We stand back and admire the artwork and design that has gone into it.

  “I think if this was done first, city planning would have been here on day one,” I say.

  “I have to agree. It's not an everyday canopy and door entrance, is it?” Janey says.

  “I’ve never seen giant mushrooms used as a canopy before. I feel about six inches tall,” I say.

  “Now look at the door, that small rabbit hole looks as if it's real,” Janey says.

  “It's amazing what they can do with paint.”

  “You want to walk or catch a cab?” Janey asks.

  “I want to walk there and get a cab back.”

  “Do you know if there is a pizza place around here?

  I'm doing some serious positive thinking that there will be one within a ten-minute walk.”

  “And if there isn’t?”

  “We'll have the first thing we find, and Bob will have to have the same,” I say. “He is so cool don’t you think?”

  Janey looks into my eyes as she pulls on my arm. She wrinkles her nose up and smiles. “Yes, he is cool. It would’ve been much easier if we just called for takeout.”

  “Nah, that’s too easy. I'm happy to just walk with you,” I say. “Anyway, we can always sneak into Bell and Brent’s later and
eat their leftovers if we get hungry.”

  “Mhm.”

  “A meeting moves at the speed of the slowest mind in the room.”

  Janey

  “The only people who know your full story are the ones who help you write it.”

  I wasn’t sure if Owen’s positive thinking had worked, or if it was a coincidence, but we had found a pizza place just a couple of blocks from the club. Now, Owen was convinced over something so simple that he had magically made this place appear. Even though the owner had assured me the business had been in operation for nearly twenty years.

  “Yes, it would, I'm telling you,” Owen says.

  “How the hell can a place that you make appear be in operation for that long?” I reply. I fold my arms.

  “If that isn’t how this positive thinking works, it's all bullshit, it has to be.”

  “Owen, it's not magic or time travel. All you were thinking of is that you wanted a pizza place to be here, that’s it.”

  “Ah, your theory falls down. If this place wasn’t here yesterday, would they advertise that they’ve been in business for only twenty-four hours? I don’t think so,” Owen says.

  “Did you sneak some of Susan’s old pills before she threw them away?” I ask.

  Owen shakes his head as we sit at the table. “Why do you ask?”

  “Because you're talking such a pile of crap, you didn’t even think positive thinking worked,” I say plainly. “You are being ridiculous.”

  “But now I do, I made this place appear.”

  “Okay, we’ll ask a customer.”

  I lean over to a couple who are seated by the window. “Excuse me, can you tell me if this pizza place was here yesterday?” I ask.

  The elderly lady shakes her head. “I have no idea, I never noticed it before,” she replies.

  “There you go,” Owen says.

  “We’re not from around here, and we only arrived today,” the elderly lady adds.

  I begin laughing as Owen shrugs and sighs. “You have to admit, that is really funny,” I say.