The Truth with a Side of Oral

November 11th, 2015

After taking a few seconds to regain my focus, I turned my attention to Lou. “Uh, yea….” I blinked, “…Yea…” I whispered to myself as I walked over to him.

“What would you like to know, dear?” Lou asked taking a seat at the head of the table.

I ruffled through my bag and pulled out the photo of my parents, along with the two daggers and set them on the table in front of him. “They left me this.” I said taking a seat to his left, “I just found them this morning.”

Lou took the photo in his hand and looked at it for a few silent moments, a smile growing on his face before he looked at me. “And what was your question?” he asked with a humored look on his face.

I took in a deep breath and thought about it, “What were they doing here?” I asked with a shrug “Why did they keep this from me? It’s…just a photo.” I said, confused.

“Maybe you weren’t the one they were keeping it from.” He said softly, “Things were… different, back then.” He explained

“Different, how? What is this place?” I asked, shaking my head.

He was hesitant, “When your parents were members of this camp, Katherine, they were considered private contractors.” He started

“And by contractors… you mean?” I asked.

“I mean they were trained to handle certain people in certain situations.” He said with a raised brow.

I thought about it, “So kill. They were trained to kill.” I let out a small laugh,” Kill who? Bad guys? Robbers? The guy who always forgot to leave off onions on my dad’s hot dog? What?” I asked with a frustrated tone.

“Are you going to listen?” He asked.

Clenching my jaw, I sat back in my chair and let him speak.

“Their targets were from all over the world…All different types of mankind.” He explained, “Your mother and father were very good at what they did, Katherine. If a client needed someone taken care of, they were the first to be sent out.”

“Who could possibly have that many enemies, to where my parents could make an actual career out of this?” I asked.

“We had a long list of trusted clients. We worked for them and only them, and they kept us busy.” He said with a nod.

“You keep saying ‘we’, who were you to them?” I asked

He took in a breath and let it out with a smile, “I was their mentor.” He said simply.

I thought about it, “So…do you still… I mean,” I looked around, “Do you still do that sort of thing here?” I asked.

He shook his head, “No. After about five busy years, the government started to get suspicious. They had an idea of what was going on, so they began to watch our every move. They constantly waited for one of us to slip up somehow. It eventually became too difficult to even leave the state so our six founding members, your parents being two of them, ended up coming to an agreement and we shut the system down.” He shrugged “We all went our separate ways, whether anyone kept doing business on the side, I don’t know.”

I had so many questions, “That still doesn’t make sense why my folks would hide a photo and a few weapons in my neighbors attic. ” I said shaking my head, “I mean, did they make enemies…Or?”

Lou shrugged “After we closed down the camp, the feds raided everyone’s homes. That’s probably why they hid the things they kept, and trashed everything else.”

“Huh.” I said as I stared at the table. I didn’t know what to think. “So why is this place up and running again?” I asked looking over at him.

“It’s a self-defense training camp now for the following generations of the six founding members.” He said and leaned in to grab my hand, “In one way or another, Katherine, you belong here. Now, that doesn’t mean you have to stay, but know if you ever need a place to go, you can come here.” He said and handed me a key, “Its getting late. You can stay in the guest cabin over night, and if you think of any more questions to ask you can come find me in the morning.” He said standing up. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, dear. I was very sorry to hear about what happened to James and Katrina.” He said softly before grabbing his books and heading out the door.

A few minutes later, I walked out of the main lodge in a daze. Standing outside, breathing in the chilly air helped me come out of my foggy state and concentrate on finding the guest cabin. On my short walk there I heard something in the ally between the guest cabin, and cabin number one. Walking up on my porch, I leaned over the railing to make sure I was just hearing things. Only I wasn’t.

Charlie was leaning against the side of cabin, facing me. His eyes were closed and his lips were parted. I was about to ask him what the hell he was doing, when I heard a small muffled moan, but not coming from Charlie. My eyes trailed down his body and stopped as I watched a woman’s head bob back and forth as she knelt in front of him.

Refraining from making a sarcastic comment, I bit my lip and surprisingly stayed silent. I watched as the brunette took his cock out of her mouth just long enough to ask “You like that, baby?” Before taking all of him in her mouth once more.

Eagerly waiting for a response myself, my eyes trailed back up to his face, only this time his eyes were open and he was staring right at me.

“Don’t stop.” He moaned, not taking his eyes off me as he grabbed her by the hair and started pushing his shaft deeper down her throat.

I slowly stood up straight, not breaking our eye contact. Do I play into this? I asked myself. Moving my hips just the slightest, I felt my panties dampen and I couldn’t help but think that was my answer.

I started to guide my hand under my belt line, and I watched as Charlie’s eyes became wild as he nodded for me to keep going.

Grinning, I slowly pulled my hand from out of my pants, held it up in a fist, and lifted my middle finger in Charlie’s direction.

He let out a deep short chuckle as he watched me, completely ignoring the woman kneeling at his feet as she moaned with pleasure.

Slowly, I brought my middle finger to my mouth and sucked it from base to tip before I gave him a wink and walked into the cabin, locking the door behind me.