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“I’ve got a tip for you.”

“You have one for me?” He sounds skeptical. Usually this works the other way around.

“There’s a big deal with the Russians happening tomorrow. 8pm. Packer Avenue Marine Terminal. I need you to get someone to tip off the DA. Get it busted up.”

“I could tell him I got an anonymous tip—“

“No,” I tell him. “You’ll risk getting uncovered as one of our informants.” I don’t trust the scrutiny that Ethan will be under if he himself tips off the DA about a bust this big. “You’ve got to get someone else to tip him off. Slip an anonymous letter into someone’s mailbox or something. But they gotta find it today—“

“Yeah, yeah, I got it.” He sounds slightly upset that he doesn’t get to be the one to bring this info to the DA. “I know someone who’s a good fit. She’s probably the only one that deserves the credit she’ll get for it.”

“Good. It’ll make her fucking career,” I say sarcastically.

“Why are you doing this?” Ethan asks.

“Just get it done.” I hang up the phone. I’m pissed. I’ve just fucked over the closest thing I have to family. I’ve done some terrible things in my life, but I never thought I’d betray those who trust me. I’ll do my best to minimize it, but still, betrayal is betrayal.

I turn to the electronics on my shop table. I’ve got some modifications to do, but I can use most of what I’ve already put together. While I work, I think through each plan again and again. I keep trying to find possible alternatives. Ways things could work out better. Ways things could go wrong and how I’d deal with them.

When I’ve finished testing the modifications to the electronics, I turn to the letter. I type it out, as I don’t want my handwriting to be traced. I print it on an old black and white printer. Most color printers imprint small yellow tracking dots that are essentially your printer’s fingerprints. I cut the note out and tuck it into an envelope.

I think I’ve done everything I need to do or can do here. Everything else either has to be done at the theater or can’t be done until tomorrow.

I head back upstairs to the rooftop. Gina might want to get some lunch and we need to stop by her place before her dress rehearsal tonight. The sun is bright as I get to the rooftop. Much brighter than it was in my shop. The air is warm and dry.

Gina is lying naked on her stomach in a lounger next to the pool. Her hair is partially wet, sticking lightly to her bare back. Her face is turned away from me and she doesn’t stir as I walk across the deck toward her. She might be asleep.

She looks like a painting. A cross between a Hockney, a Renaissance nude, and erotic art. I can see just a side of her breast on the cushion, her arms lifted up for her head to lay on. Her skin looks so smooth. A beautiful curve running down her back to her round ass cheeks. I’m tempted to palm one of her cheeks in my hand and feel it’s warmth under the sun. I’d hang this image of her on my wall, except I’d never be able to stop looking at it.

I sit on the edge of the lounger next to her. She barely stirs but takes in a deep slow breath as she feels my weight next to her. I don’t say anything. Instead, I run the tips of my fingers lightly up from the small of her back, up to her shoulders, feeling what the sunlight on her gets to feel.

I slide her drying hair off of her back and off her shoulder, away from the way her head is facing. I wrap my fingers around her shoulders and begin to massage her. The knots in her shoulder muscles begins to loosen underneath my fingers. It feels good to soothe her tension away with my hands.

I can never get over how amazing her body is. A dancer’s body is something different, special. She’s lean and smooth. But there’s muscle under the surface. I love to see and feel it awaken and relax beneath my touch.

“That feels so good,” Gina moans. Hearing her makes me hard. “I went for a swim,” she continues quietly. “But I didn’t have anything to swim in. So, I just went skinny dipping.” I wish I could have seen her strip down before getting into the pool. I wish I could have watched her naked body swim laps. Thinking about it makes me even harder.

I don’t say anything, but I continue massaging between her back and her shoulders. I thought I was completely content just massaging her. I’m enjoying giving her pleasure, but my cock is throbbing.

Gina lifts her head and turns it toward me, resting it back on one of her hands. She looks at me through soft and relaxed eyes. She moves her hand down into my lap. When she bumps my cock, I have no other choice but to stand so I can unzip my pants and free it. I sit back down to massage her, but now she’s able to stroke my bare cock at the same time.

She strokes slowly, twisting her wrist at the tip of my cock when she changes directions. I keep massaging one side of her shoulder with one hand, but I trail the other one down the side of her body. I run my fingers across her obliques, around her hips, and back between her thighs.

She’s wet. Not from swimming, but from my touch. I slide my fingers up and down her lips, lightly massaging them. She arches her back just slightly, lifting her round ass cheeks and her pussy up just a little.

I slide my finger inside of her vagina. Gina moans as she lifts her ass a little more to help my finger slide in. As she does so, she stops stroking my cock for just a moment, but squeezes it hard.

Inside, she’s warmer than the sun beating down on us. With the one hand massaging her shoulders, I rub hard and deep. My other hand soft and slow as I finger her. My playing with her pussy is distracting her. She pauses, just gripping my cock until she regains her concentration.

Gina comes up to her knees slightly, lifting her ass up higher, but her head still laying down on the lounge chair. I stand up, taking my hands from her just long enough to tear off all of my clothes. I want to feel the sun against my naked body, too. I want us to both be naked out in the sun.

She leaves her ass raised, and I kneel behind her on the lounge chair. I line up the tip of my cock with her vagina and begin to penetrate her. She slowly slides her pussy back toward me, taking my cock deeper inside of her.

I hold her sides, feeling her obliques tense under my hands. We slowly move, my cock sliding the full length in and out of her pussy. Gina stays in this position head down and ass up as I slowly increase the speed.

She brings her hand to her clit and starts rubbing. As she speeds up, so do I. I can feel her pussy clench my cock.

I pull out of her and flip her onto her back. I want to see her face. I slide my cock back inside of her and continue to fuck her with speed. I love watching her. Seeing the pleasure on her face. Her tits bounce in small circles as I thrust.

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