Meanwhile, Back Home

Bailey answers the house phone on the second ring, excited when she sees it's Tommy calling. "Hi, pretty girl," she says, breathless from the run down the hallway.

"Hey, honey," Tommy chirps, sounding pretty pleased with herself. "I just wanted to let you know we're here on the ground and at the place we'll be staying."

"Another amazingly expensive luxury hotel suite?" Bailey laughs, glancing down the hall to see Sarah stand up from the bed and look at her.

Tommy groans in mock frustration. "We're definitely not in anything remotely defined as luxury. Although the mice are kinda keeping the roaches under control."

Bailey shakes her head. "Poor baby. Are there at least cute guys and girls to play with?"

Tommy thinks for a second. "Does Nicki count?"

"Sometimes," Bailey snickers evilly. She watches Sarah coming down the hall now, her lover's face stern and serious. Bailey watches the way the black and red corset and garter belt ride along the ample curves of her Mistress' thighs and ass, the long black rod of the strap-on sticking out obscenely, sending warmth to Bailey's cheeks and slit. Sarah overhears the conversation, and changes gears swiftly, smiling warmly and wrapping her arm around her lover's shoulders. "So what's going on?"

"Well, I'm not sure exactly what the full plan is," Tommy answers. "I've met a bunch of Nicki's friends, and we're in a cheap apartment here. I guess we're doing some sort of surveillance, waiting for this girl to make some sort of sign she's ready to talk to us."

"Sounds very hush-hush," Bailey says. She feels Sarah's lips on her neck, the strap-on pressed into the cleft of her bottom. An involuntary whimper escapes her lips.

Tommy catches it right away. "Sounds like I'm interrupting."

"Not really," Bailey laughs. "We hadn't actually started anything yet. Sarah's just being impatient." She lets out a loud yelp as Sarah smacks her ass firmly.

"Don't be mean," Tommy giggles. "I miss you guys so much."

"We miss you, too, darling," Bailey assures her. "Go jump our man."

"Oh, I will, the next time he's off camera duty." Tommy pauses, the line going silent for a moment. "Hey, Nicki wants me to ask you if you want any souveniers from Oakland."

Bailey catches the strange shift in the conversation. She wants to ask what's going on, but realizes there must be a reason Tommy is asking. "No, I think we're fine, dear."

"K." Another pause. "I may go see the sights. We're staying in this rat trap on Fulton Street, near the airport, and it's deadly boring."

"Well, have fun if you can, honey, and be safe."

"We will, love you." Tommy hangs up, and turns back to look at Nicki, who is stretched across the bed, his expression serious. "Okay, why am I lying to Bailey about where we are?"

"I'm pretty sure Azrael is listening to our calls." Nick shrugs. "By now, he'll know we didn't go to LA, so he's going to be looking for us."

"You think they want to hurt us?" Tommy slides onto the bed next to him. In the front room, she can hear the others talking and listening to music, passing time as they wait for Valentina to give them a sign she's around.

"I think Val is one of the smartest operators I've ever met," he says, pulling her close. "If she thinks someone inside Azrael's group has gone rogue, then I'm going to take precautions."

"So I just helped you send them to Oakland to the wrong address."

"This is why I love you," Nick smiles. "You're very clever."

Tommy snuggles into him, slipping her hand down toward his belt. "THAT's not why you love me," she giggles. "Let me remind you of my REAL skillset."