Relocation, Relocation, Relocation

“…I want you to tell me what Ashley is planning.”

Peter’s throat instantly tightened and his mouth went dry, causing him to cough. His immediate presumption was that they’d been rumbled. Somehow Hannah knew that Peter was here at her little sister’s behest. Maybe it was obvious, him in town suddenly, calling out of the blue, just after she’d **** the impasse between herself and her sister’s friends. But if she was asking him to inform on her, then she must not know the details, that in fact the plan was of his making, not Ashley’s, or why he was there in the bar distracting her.

“What makes you think Ashley is planning anything?” Peter asked, stalling, or, at the very least, hoping to get his ex-girlfriend to reveal how she knew about his involvement. Was this a red alert or just DEFCON 5?

“Because she’s too much like me for her own good,” Hannah replied, shrugging. “Let’s just say that recently we had a falling out and I don’t expect her to let it go. So, I want someone on the inside to tell me what’s happening so that I can be one step ahead.”

“’Someone on the inside’, ‘one step ahead’; you make this sound like a spy novel,” Peter joked, hiding his relief, as it became clear that Hannah didn’t suspect Peter’s involvement at all. “I don’t think I can agree unless you tell me what happened between you and Ashley.”

Hannah pouted, glancing at Peter sideways. “Let’s make it part of the game then. You win and I tell you what’s going on. I win, you help me, no questions asked.”

It was Peter’s turn to pout thoughtfully. If he refused, chances were she left and went back to the apartment. Since they were listening in, Ashley and the others might get out in time, but if they still hadn’t broken through Hannah’s security, they might be **** to abandon it before they could erase the file. Conversely, at least if he agreed to the terms, the sex would buy them some time. Even if he lost the game, he could still win the war. And so, Peter concluded that, for the good of the mission, he was going to have to fuck his ex-girlfriend.

“Alright, you’re on,” Peter said, looking around the bar. “Do you want to use the men’s toilets or the women’s?”

“The toilets at a bar?” Hannah raised an eyebrow. “When we were dating, you never wanted to have sex anywhere but the bed.”

“Haha, well, a lot has changed since then,” Peter feinted laughter as he rubbed his neck. “I’ve learned a lot at college, and not just from the classes.”

“Oh, goodie. I look forward to proving how ultimately useless and futile they are in the face of a truly experienced woman,” Hannah said, smirking as she rose from her barstool. “I have an apartment not far from here that Robert Ravers gave me, so I didn’t have to commute from home. It’s got a real nice bed so you can be at your most comfortable when you lose.”

“Oh, sounds, uh, fancy,” Peter stammered, standing too as he set down cash to pay for their drinks. His mind raced to think of a good reason why they couldn’t go back to her place, but he drew a blank. There was no good reason not to go there, so any bad reason he gave might only rouse her suspicions. But going back was surely as big a **** sentence as giving a bad reason. The best he could hope for was to get Ashley and the others out in time.

“Okay,” he said in a loud, clear voice. “Let’s go back to your apartment. If you want to lose in the bed you have to sleep in, then I’ll be happy to oblige.”

“It’s nice that you’re confident,” Hannah retorted, leading the way out of the bar, Peter’s eyes following the bounce of her ass. “It’ll make it so much sweeter when I win.”

“Shit, they’re coming this way,” Kurt dropped his head, hoping that Hannah hadn’t seen him glance over his shoulder. “What do we do?”

“We intercept,” Kendra insisted, shuffling in the booth, like a cat getting ready to pounce. “That was the plan. If Hannah tried to leave before Gavin had the job done, I was to intercept Hannah and stall her while the others get out.”

“Only if something went wrong. Ashley was supposed to give us a signal,” Kurt reminded her, checking his phone. “Peter got up too so what if everything is fine? Getting involved could ruin whatever Peter’s doing.”

“There’s no time to wait for a message,” Kendra shook her head softly as she squeezed out from between the table and the seat, onto her feet. “Try not to look at her face, and I’ll distract her. If everything is fine, Peter will-”

“Wait,” Kurt hissed in a loud whisper, his phone pinging and vibrating, as he reached out and grabbed her wrist. “It’s Ashley! She says to let them leave.”

“Well, I can’t just sit down now. That’ll look even more suspicious. Wait five minutes, then follow me out.” Kendra yanked her arm from Kurt’s grasp, trying to appear that she was just in a fight with her boyfriend, and stormed out of the bar.

Up in Hannah’s apartment, more specifically her bedroom, Gavin fingers rapidly danced over the keyboard of the older Woodsen’s laptop, desperately trying to decrypt the security as it threw firewall after firewall up at his attempts to circumvent the administrator log in. Behind him Ashley and Chloe stood in the doorway, listening to Peter and Hannah’s conversation, and most importantly how they were heading back to the apartment at that very minute to have sex in this very bedroom. The blonde and the redhead looked at each other, hoping the other had the answer. Gavin remained at work, too engrossed to even hear what had been said.

“Well, that’s it,” Chloe said, defeated. “We have to abort the mission.”

“Maybe not…they only want to use the bedroom, right?” Ashley noted, frowning. She looked over to Gavin. “Hey, how close are you to being finished? Gavin? GAVIN?!”

“Wah,” Gavin jumped to attention in his seat. “Wha?”

“ETA on finishing?” she asked again.

“Not sure. This is trickier than I’d anticipated so I’m having to think on my feet. It’s just a superb piece of coding. And even once I do get through it, the program has to run and eliminate the files which will take several minutes too,” Gavin explained, as he typed, though slightly slower now that he was no longer in the zone. “Why? Is something wrong?”

“Depends,” Ashley replied quickly. “Will it disrupt anything if we relocate?”

“It’s a fully charged laptop, so no,” Gavin said, looking around for the first time in a while. “But Hannah might notice if her laptop is missing. And deleting everything from synced devices will work better if I’m on a trusted w-fi connection.”

“Not a problem.” A confident smile spreading across Ashley’s face. “We’re just heading downstairs.” She looked to Chloe, seeing concern still in her expression. “They just want the bedroom. We can hide out downstairs while they do the deed and by the time she’s cumming on Peter’s cock, the video will be completely erased.”

“I’m sorry?” Gavin stammered, thrown for a loop because he was out of it. “Who’s coming on whose cock?”

“This is a bad plan,” Chloe sighed. “They go for a drink in the kitchen, we’re busted. If they decide to fuck on the couch instead of the bed, we’re busted. If they decide to use this whole apartment as their personal sex dungeon,” Chloe said, thinking of her own time with Hannah and how many different pieces of furniture they’d left their mark on. “…we’re busted.”

“This could be our only change to save Lisa,” Ashley appealed to her conscience. “If there’s any chance that we can pull this off, shouldn’t we take it?”

“…Fine!” Chloe grumbled, unable to think of a better solution.

“Help Gavin,” Ashley suggested, hoping the urgency of the matter would help the redhead overcome her **** to actually step foot inside the bedroom. “I’ll let Kurt know about the change of plans.”

Peter and Hannah stepped off the elevator, heading down the corridor, Hannah slightly in front, leading the way to her hotel apartment room. An awkward, erotic tension filled the air around them, as if emulating from their pores. Even the normally cool and confident, sexually liberal former cheer captain felt nervous, knowing that her ex-boyfriend’s cock would soon once again be back inside her warm puss. She wasn’t embarrassed, lord knows she didn’t feel any immature shame over something as delightful as sex anymore. But it was like knowing the end before the movie, or being walked to the execution.

“That-that girl at the bar,” she said, her voice breathy. “The one who left at the same time as us?”

“I, uh, didn’t see any girl,” Peter lied, knowing it was Kendra who had gone ahead of them. He peppered it with the truth, “I guess I was too busy thinking about what we’re going to do in that apartment of yours.”

“G-good, you keep thinking about it. The more you think about it, the sooner you’ll blow your load when it actually comes,” Hannah said, with a teasing smile, flirting a little so it didn’t seem like such a business transaction to fuck a man she once loved. “It’s just…didn’t you think she kind of looked like Kendra?”

Peter swallowed hard. Even when he was distracting her, Hannah was still impressively perceptive. Had it not been for the fact that Peter knew it was Kendra, he wasn’t sure he would have recognised her under that disguise. Thankfully, Hannah hadn’t looked at the table, or she might have seen through Kurt’s costume too. Still, there was doubt, so Peter took some solace in that.

“I don’t think so. If it was Kendra, Shawn wouldn’t be far behind, and I didn’t see him anywhere.” Peter pointed at a door. “Is this your place?”

“Yep,” she confirmed, fishing for her key. “Good point about Shawn. His is a mug I wouldn’t mistake. Here we go!”

She produced the keycard from her bag and held it to the reader, the mechanism that held the handle in lock freeing. Her other hand rose to grab it, opening the door as she turned it downwards. Peering in past her, Peter could only hope that Ashley, Chloe and Gavin had managed to get out in time, unaware that they had decided to stay and hide.