Badass

Badass - A Hannah Todd Story

Badass - A Hannah Todd Story

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work is copy written by the author. All characters involved in sexual activity are eighteen years of age or older at the time of portrayal.

This work will, at times, contain instances of lesbian sex, interracial sex, chastity, group sex, Dominance and submission, tattoos and piercings, intrigue, action, romance and affection. There are also threats of violence and a fair amount of heroism and family love and fun.

This is the continuing adventures of Hannah Todd. I would strongly recommend you stop reading this and go back and read at least some of "The Bridge" which provides the back story for most of the characters in this story. I know... it's 30 chapters and lots and lots of pages, but I and a small handful of folks think it's pretty good. I have tried to provide some of the history of the characters within Badass so that you can feel like you are getting the full story.

Badass - Part Two

Badass - Part Two

The clock couldn't move fast enough. Here I sit drinking coffee at eleven thirty on a Tuesday night. Awaiting Holly's return from her second date with Chuck Miller. She said the first date went well, but she said the same thing about her first date with Peace Dunbar, that son of a bitch. I feel like a mother waiting for her teenage daughter to come home from her date with the biggest pussy hound in the school.

"Come to bed, Hannah. She's a big girl. She doesn't need you waiting up for her."

"I can't help it. As soon as the car comes up the driveway, I'll head up. I just want to make sure she's safe. I worry so, Duane. I..."

Duane raised his wrist to his mouth. "Call Ronnie."

"Duane, how can I help. We're right with them and we're about fifteen minutes from the house."

"You just helped. Thanks, Ron."

"I know, I know. I know I'm being a pain in the ass, but she's still my wife. And..."

"I know. It pains me that you have these feelings, but I respect that. In fact, I admire it. How about if we stay up together?"

"Have I told you lately what a good man you are?" And I shuffled over and put my arm around his waist and snuggled up to my happy place; right there under his big arm, my head on his iron chest. He guided us to the sunroom, where we could at least see the entrance to the driveway if not its terminus.

He sat me down and kissed me. Then we started making out and did so until his supercell rang in. It was Ronnie. They were two minutes out. I got up and went into the kitchen and cleaned up my coffee cup. From the kitchen we could see Chuck's late model Hydrocruiser pulling up, and we hurried upstairs to let the new couple have their moment. I was tempted to tell Danny, who was in the Closet, to send a wasp drone out there to pick up their conversation and any tender moments they may have between them. I thought better of that.

When we got upstairs, we went in to see the twins who were fast asleep. Thank goodness. Becca was also fast asleep on the daybed, and I made sure she was covered up. I could hear the click, click, click of Holly's heels on the stairs and I went to confront her. In a gentle way.

"So, how was Chuck tonight?"

"A dream. What a man. He's like a white Duane. Strong, handsome, gentle, cordial, and easy to talk to. But I also feel very secure around him. You know, protected."

"Nobody knows about feeling protected like me. Remember, I sleep with a man who is in the protection racket. If you know what I mean. But I'm glad it went well. And a third date?"

"Friday night at the Stottsville Inn. And we're gonna do it, Han."

"Do it? You mean like... Is he forcing you to do anything Holly Bernstein? Cause if he is, I'm gonna kill him."

"No, no, no Hannah. He doesn't even know."

"Now explain that one to me like I'm six."

"He hasn't asked and hasn't even alluded to it. He has no clue, so I'm gonna do what I do. I'm gonna seduce him."

"Seduce him? Holly, are you sure you're ready for this?"

"I'm feeling great, Han, and I'm overdue. Tomorrow I'm calling the inn and booking a room for the night."

"What happened to never again?"

"Therapy. The twin miracles of Lu Como and Aida Pasquale. And the love and care from you and all the family and staff. It's been a ride, Han, but I think it's time to bring this ride to an end."

"Just be careful, Holly. What if he goes and breaks your heart? I promise I'll be around to pick up the pieces, but it's not easy fitting them back together again. And I'm tired of just killing people."

"Not funny, Hannah. Listen, I'm dead on my feet. Can we take this up in the morning?"

"Yeah, sure. I'm sorry Hol. Go to bed." And I gave her a peck on the cheek and we parted ways. I went to my bedroom and Holly went to check out the babies before hitting the sack.

Pillow talk included both Holly and Chuck's date, as well as what I perceived the team's next mission to be. We discussed my visits to the jeweler and the art dealer. He congratulated me on my success in placing wasp drones in each of the locations, giving us access to so much intel.

We agreed we are in a race to the finish with these people. They have their sights set on me and my property, but the fear we have instilled in them after Rose went missing has kept them from moving forward with any operations. It's a good old-fashioned Mexican Standoff. We disagreed about Holly.

"Holly has mentioned divorce, but I shot her down. I think she is being foolish with an open relationship, like we have to shut down what she and I have. Not to mention the businesses we own together and I hope we'll run together into the future as she completes her recover. I think she's there now and I plan on giving her more corporate responsibility."

"Ain't I feelin' like a second-class citizen. Fine, give her more responsibility, but if she says divorce, you sayyes! Please."

"How many times have we had this conversation? I'm not divorcing Holly. Not unlessshemakes a big stink of it."

"How about ifImake a big stink? Will you divorce her then? Will you marryme?"

"I'm hearing a lot of me and I falling out of your mouth and not a lot of we's and us's. This cannot be about you, Duane. It really shouldn't even be about you and me. It's between Holly and me and it will continue to be until it's not."

"You are a hard woman, Hannah Todd. When is it my turn to be special in your eyes?"

"Oh, please, mister. You are lying beside me on my bed. You know how many men get to do that? I can count them on one finger. So don't get greedy. If the time comes, then it comes. As long as we are together, and we are together practically twenty-four/seven, we will be just fine. And I cannot enumerate the things that make you the very special man you are. And never forget, I carried those two creatures in the other room for you. At the same time. Come here. Come to mama." And he did.

It always starts with a kiss. One of those knock your socks off kisses that just starts the fluids running. Liquid lady lives lasciviously. Then he works his way down tohisfavorite place and doesmyfavorite things. I liked it. I mean, Ireallyliked it. And I love that he has a special relationship with my clitoris. An intimate relationship, if you know what I mean.

Then it gets to be my turn and I turn Jello into stone in about a minute and a half. Then we took the opportunity to meet in the middle, where I took great satisfaction at riding that bull to completion. And it was a lot more than eight seconds. A whole lot more.

My hair up and in a shower cap, into the big shower we went for a quick rinse before crawling back into bed for the night. Tomorrow, we deal with the devils, but tonight I sleep with an angel. A damned big one. And I'm thinking of cutting my hair. Gloria looks great with short hair, and she always says how easy it is to care for. Fuck it. Maybe I willagaintest the limits of this man's love for me. Of course I will.

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We were listening. And watching. Things continued to get tense for the jeweler and the art dealer. Goldheimer had doubled her security contingency and called Deacon Peacock repeatedly. But she never called William Brumby. And he never called her. As if they did not know each other. All communications went through Peacock. This all begs the question; How many more arms are there to this octopus? Or maybe squid, with its many tentacles. And is Peacock even the top guy, or is he just a capo?

There was no doubt as to what our next move must be. We have to get a line on Deacon Peacock. Who is this guy and where the fuck is he hiding? I could only think of one thing to do.

"Call Rhee Spanner."

"Hannah. My very favorite client. How may I serve?"

"So formal, Rhee. Did I catch you at tea?"

"Ha, you also have the best sense of humor of all my clients."

"That's because you always get results. Keeps me in high spirits. Rhee, I need you for a special job."

"Every job I do is special. And for you twice as much so. You know I always put a ribbon on it at the end and give you the choice of blue or red."

"Apt, and well said. Rhee, I need everything you can find me about a man who goes by the name of Deacon Peacock. I need it as quickly as you can dredge it up. I believe he is the kingpin in an operation that is planning to take me down. Just so you know the urgency."

"Then let me go. Time's a wastin'. Kisses to the crew." And she was gone.

I needed to convey to the crew the urgency of our situation, so I'd called a meeting at the Greenhouse for noon. The kids were at school and Bertha put together for us what they used to call 'box lunches.' Nothing more than a sandwich, home-made chips, and some of Bertha's homegrown and home-made cole slaw.

The Greenhouse is my team's sacred place, but not for vegetables. But there is something about eating amongst the aromas and flavors that exude from the foliage in the Greenhouse. If you ever ate a tomato while sitting in a lush patch of basil, you'd know what I mean. But we didn't gather as a group to eat. We are here to plan. We're planning another mission on my behalf. On behalf of all of us, really. And once again, Lizzie is sitting in with the team. Today in person. Given her past contributions, she is no longer an honorary member of the team, but an official member. And a real good one. She started us off with a question.

"Hannah, why the urgency? I have a shoot to do downtown before Friday. What's..."

"Just calm down, Lizzie. This won't take long. If you weren't important to the team effort, you would be downtown taking pictures and chasing tail. You need to hear this as much as anyone. Just keep munching on that sandwich and let me do the talking for now. You can be downtown in an hour and a half from now."

"Most certainly, Queen Bee. You have the floor."

"Good to know. Alright gang, we're in jeopardy. More specifically, me and this property are being targeted by an organization whose name I don't know, led by a man named Deacon Peacock. We currently are aware of two extensions in Philly of this man's organization. Or whatever it is. One is a jeweler on Jeweler's Row, and the other an art dealer in Rittenhouse. The jeweler also has a gold exchange and we believe he is doing some heavy-duty money laundering."

"Gold laundering." Hoagie said.

"That's right, Hoagie. Why don'tyoutell the troops what we found on our little fishing expeditions?"

"A pleasure, Miss T. Earlier in the week we went to the jewelry shop of a William Pastor Brumby. Mr. Brumby is respected on Samson Street and is said to run a respectable shop. Behind the scenes, however, he's running stolen gold and cash through his place like water over Bushkill Falls. We placed a little drone in the shop and picked up conversations with Mr. Peacock related to Miss Todd's visit to his shop. Dieter Rose was also discussed, although Mr. Peacock did not seem to have a lot to say in that regard. But they did discuss Miss T's home as a potential target for one of their home invasions."

"Tell them about yesterday, Hoag."

"Yesterday we went to the art dealer's with Mrs. Tuttlehill. There were five of us and three of them and we snuck two drones into that location. One in the woman's office where we've caught her on the phone with Peacock. In fact, she contacted him several times to update him on her status of wrapping things up due to the situational lock down they were undergoing. Anthony and I have been in the videoconference room reviewing footage from the art dealer's home just to see if we can see any cracks in the armor we can peer through or sneak through.

The office is a big one. At night, when nobody is around, we have been flying that little drone around and have found two safes, and a false wall book case leading to a room we have not been in yet. The second drone is out of view and poised to go in that room should someone open the bookcase/door again. I believe behind that door lies the answer to a lot of our questions."

"Concise, Hoagie. As always. Thank you. Troops, right now I'm awaiting word from our friend Rhee Spanner. She is researching this Peacock character. If any of you have resources on the dark side of things, tap them and see if it uncovers anything. This is definitely an all hands on deck operation. It's one of those times when we've got to get them before they get us."

I looked out at all their faces and they were as serious as I'd ever seen them. This was not an eighty-twenty operation, or even fifty-fifty. This was one hundred percent all in.

"Guys and girls, this is a different kind of operation than we are used to. I believe they have us badly outnumbered, I reckon, but we've got the skill sets they could never have. And the leadership. But we are looking at a situation where we have to hit at least three outlets at once and one is a distant entity, more than a hundred and fifty miles away. An entity we know nothing about but a name and potentially a location. I want you all to go about your days and think about the best way to approach our dilemma. Come to me separately or when we are together and let's discuss it. Till then, have a great day. Let's meet back here tomorrow morning at ten. Hopefully, together we can find our way out of this precarious situation. Go, and have a safe day."

Lizzie and Caroline came to me together with the same idea. Caroline expressed it as only a Marine could. "One shot to the head, Queen Bee. That's all it takes. Three times. Bing, bang, boom. I'd love to be one of the hitters."

"Alright, Caroline. Wrap it up in your brain and come to me with it tomorrow. Maybe that's the way we'll go. It was that simple with Peace Dunbar, although the shot was not to the head."

"Oh, I know. I got the whole thing on the camera mounted above my scope. The video is a favorite among the guys."

"So I understand. I get no comfort in watching it. Too often I see it in my nightmares. I could never get his damned face out of my mind and find it flashes me when I least expect it to. So, I never watch it. I have my own version."

"Maybe you should be seeing Holly's shrink." Lizzie recommended. "Exorcise those demons."

"I'm not one for confession, Liz. I just have to learn to live with it."

"You know if I can help, I'm here for you, Han."

"Me too." Caroline said. "You know I'm always on your side."

"I know, Car. You're my Amazon warrior, always ready to roll. I need more like you. At least one more on the team. We have to work on it."

"I've got a girl. She's RFS, and I brought her into the company. Got a pretty good reward for that. She'll be worth it. She's only been with the company for six months, but her background is amazing. She was a Marine aviator, flying small gunships around East Asia and the Pacific Islands. She is also very ground ready. She is belted in at least two martial arts and boxes for fun. She's big like me, but bigger, if you know what I mean." And she put her hands out with the universal sign of large breasts. It was a gas.

"Can you get her to the meeting tomorrow?"

"Call Juicy," Caroline said into her wrist.

"Jurgensen," was the response at the other end of the line.

"Juice. Can I get you for a few hours tomorrow. Miss Todd would like to meet with you."

"Miss Todd? Hannah Todd? Yes. I'll make it happen. Just say where and when."

"Car, put me on speaker. Do you hear me, Juicy?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good. I wish to meet with you to talk to you about where you are at with the company. If you need me to speak with Mr. Royce, have no fear. You will be one of the first things we speak about when I meet with him this afternoon. Just make sure your position is covered. If that's a problem, go to Tilly and tell her Hannah said to expedite the request. We're good pals, and Tilly and I do for each other."

"Wow. Thank you. That's amazing. I've heard how amazing you are, but..."

"Please, no ass kissing. Just come see me tomorrow and we'll have a chat. About that. I have a very important meeting with associates from RFS, but I want to see you first. Come around nine a.m. and we'll have breakfast. Perfect. You'll love my cook. Guaranteed.

"Yes, Miss Todd."

"See you then, young lady." And young Juicy hung up.

"So, tell me about Juicy, Car?"

"June 'Juicy' Jurgensen, is a tall, auburn haired, green-eyed big beautiful beast of a woman. She boxes and is in a pretty heavy weight class. It's the bumps and bruises class and she takes her lumps. But she also gives them out."

"Another green-eyed monster for the household, eh?"

"She's only been with us six months and she's already got a couple commendations and referrals from our clients. I like her. And she's not even gay. At least I don't think so."

"No matter. Tomorrow, I meet her. Let me ask you something, Car. I don't even know if you know this gal well enough to answer the question but I'm going to ask it anyway. Do you think we can let her in? Can we trust this gal with our secrets?"

"Boy, Miss T. you really put me on the spot. I think the answer there is way above my paygrade."

"A good answer to an unfair question. I'm sorry I asked. Call Rhee Spanner"

"Hannah. Oh, please, I need more time. It's..."

"Not about Peacock. I've got another smaller job. Something that is doable quickly."

"Do tell. I'm all ears."

"I need to have someone vetted immediately. We're halfway there as she is an RFS employee and you always do a review of employees in any kind of responsible position. Her name is June Jurgensen, also known as Juicy."

"Juicy, eh" Got her. Jurgensen. She looks pretty clean; pretty capable too. I'll go deep on her and get back to you." Rhee is always so easy to deal with and Caroline was impressed.

"Can I say, you are amazing. Just so badass. All five foot six of you, and you've got this almost six-foot-tall bull of a woman shaking in her booties right about now. You..."

"I'm not happy to hear that, Caroline. I hate it when I am the bitch. It's never my intention, but sometimes I find myself playing that role. I'm just Hannah. That's all."

"Sorry, Queen Bee, but you are neverjustHannah, that's all. Having power comes with responsibility and you take that very seriously. I can see how it weighs on you. Why don't you take me up to see the babies. I'll bet they are getting ready to awaken from their nap and would love to see their mommy's face."