Oh, her eyes, her eyes
Make the stars look like they're not shinin'
Her hair, her hair
Falls perfectly without her tryin'
She's so beautiful and I tell her everyday
Yeah, I know, I know
When I compliment her, she won't believe me
And it's so, it's so
Sad to think that she don't see what I see
But every time she asks me 'Do I look okay?'
I say
When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile
The whole world stops and stares for a while
Her fingers danced to the rhythm of the song on the edge of the chair in front of her. She imagined herself dancing in the bus with the few people in it. Bruno Mars did it this time, lifting up her spirits. She could see herself winding her waist with one of her hands in the air and the other in her hair. She melted when Bruno told her for the second time in a row that he wouldn't change a thing when he sees her face. Spotify had blessed her this song as lunch as she was heading to Zeff Corp to submit her article to Maureen O'Hara, the Chief Editor of Zeff News Agency.
Cause girl, you're amazing
She felt it that he was speaking to her. Just her alone in the whole wide world. Bus number 205 took a right turn onto Jackson avenue. There were many people waiting to board it. She groans. They have invaded her space. She retracts her dancing self back into her brain and adjusted herself so someone can sit by her, in the other seat. However that didn't stop her from listening to her song and tapping her fingers and toes.
Just the way you are
The music came back to the lyrics again and she felt like yeah, I want my boyfriend to like or love me just the way I am. She sighs then rest her head on the edge as the music flowed. The second verse of the song replays again and she wanted her man to crave her lips all the time. To crave every inch and fibre of her body. She was getting sad but horny that she got no one to tell her all these. She had left her boyfriend four years ago when she got approved by Zeff to work with them in Seattle. She had wanted him to come with her so they begin a new life together but he had wanted to stay put in NJ (New Jersey) because he had his life there. It became a daily dose of arguments and disagreements that she had had enough.
She packed her bags and left him in their crappy apartment when she suggested a long distance relationship and he had said he doesn't trust that. It broke her heart. He didn't trust her! That's what he meant to say. She boarded her plane solemnly as her parents waved her from their position. It's true. One's parents are the only people who truly care about you. He didn't even come to see her off! It was frustrating at that time as she tried to move on, indulging herself in her work and not focusing on her social life. It was just her and her cat, Pringles, and Mrs. Yarrison, her neighbor she preferred to call Jenny.
It was Jenny who helped her through it all. Fitting in the society and catching up on her health issues. She sighs again when Chris Brown's melodious voice seeps through her brain nerves with a Little More. A cop occupies the seat beside her. She wondered why he was taking the bus when the government provided them cars. Anyways, it was not her business. After another fifteen minutes of bus ride, the radio on the cop's breast buzzes.
"Robbery in daylight at Barclays bank on the District of Columbia (DC) street. All cops fall in. I repeat-" The intercom announces. "Beacon is suspected to be involved.."
Beacon? Her eyes lit up. A private case story about Beacon could get her the promotion she has been waiting for. She smiles. This was her chance. The article could wait. I will hop off on DC street. She decided. But the cop didn't look perturbed by what the intercom just said. It was like he was fed up with his job already with the facial expression he was showing. Sucks for him! DC came up and down the bus Jordan escaped to get her promotion.
"There are about fifty hostages suspected…" She heard.
Underground Barclays bank
"keep moving." The manager did as ordered. His hands were in the air with a gun to his head. He was taking them to where the bank hid the gold. They reach a bar blockade, locked. "Open it." His captor whispers deadly in his ears. The manager couldn't see his face. He had a maroon balaclava mask decorated with skulls on. Only his eyes could he see and couldn't tell if it were a male or a female since all the robbers were wearing hoodies.
The padlock unclasps and the biometric scan works when the manager puts his thumb. The captor nudges him in to a wide space filled with gold bars. Other friends of the captor join him and they begin to rejoice and chatter excitedly in their own language. One even took a selfie with the gold bars. The manager watched afraid for his life. He has three kids and a pregnant wife who want him home safely. He stood still and uttered not a word. He valued his life. He didn't know how he got there but knew that he collided with the floor with a sharp pain to the neck. The robbers take whatever they could which was all. Their goal was to serve as a distraction for the main robbery happening in Tacoma. And their reward was whatever they had in their hands now.
Their Boss, Beacon and his troupe of experts were taking all the rare diamonds, rubies, emeralds and other elements worth trillions of dollars and pounds home. Where they belong. The cops were in for a major heartbreak. They don't shoot anybody or try to get caught as part of the deal. They had made a deal that if any of them should be caught, no one was going to bail them or rescue them which they agreed. Unfortunately that's what happened.
The swat team got involved with the police and FBI. They barge in and manage to get hands on one of the hoodied men. Jordan stood amongst the other journalists waiting for a gig. She got disappointed when they confirmed that Beacon made no appearance. Now she would have to bear the wrath of Maureen.
"Why are you now submitting your work?" Maureen growls at her. She had put the best innocent look she could muster on to try and deceive her which obviously didn't work. Jordan got given a lot of assignments which she had to deliver on Friday, two days away as punishment. And they were lengthy essays as that of the Himalayas mountains.
La Palma Club
She slams the glass on the counter asking for more. She couldn't handle the stress and this was the only way she found appealing. Drinking. She had downed two shots of rum, tequila and vodka each and was hoping for the third of whiskey. A Zeus approaches her looking all sultry. He was sex on legs.
"Can I buy you a drink?" His baritone voice echoes in her fuzzy mind.
"if it is whiskey, then go for it." Her hair was loose now, dangling in front of her face.
"why would a pretty delicate thing like you be drinking all alone?" He says as he occupies the next stool. His day had gone great for him and seeing her had made it better. She smiles which lit up his brain. She has such sweet smile! He thought. Maybe her lips would taste even better. She drank another shot of whiskey as he stared at her. He got closer to lick the remnants on her lips and ends up catching her whole lips in his. She responds in her own way as the kiss got frenzy. He breaks free but her hand still clutching his tie.
"How about we get a room?" He smirked. "what do you say?"
"It depends if you're good in bed" She heard herself respond.
"Oh baby, I'm the best!"
Immediately they got to his penthouse at the hotel across the highway, it was like a lion and a tigress had been unleashed in a ring. Each one fighting for dominance. They attacked each other as if they've been waiting for this day. She quickly unbutton his shirt as he rips her dress. He helps her unbuckle his belt and step out of his trousers as he took in her form in her lingerie. It was lace and covered very little. Both descend on each other as they shed of their last piece of coverage.
She gasped at his length and thickness. Her nipples stood erect and she felt she needed him even more than ever. He begins to pepper kisses on her neck and collarbone sucking on her skin. He moves to her breast taking one in his mouth suckling it as his left hand kneads into her right breast. They felt they had had enough of the teasing after a few moments of exploration. That's when he inserted his manhood into her slowly then thrusting with full force and vigour. Her screams encouraging him in the process. He loved her moans and grunts as they climb up and down.
Finally they climaxed. His semen spraying into her uterus. He collapses beside her. They were worn out and tired from such an extraordinary session. Sleep invades them as soon as it came.
They had forgotten to wear protection.