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 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 Three

Badass - Part Three

Friday night, and Holly has her big date. Will she score with Mr. Miller, or will it be a washout where she goes down in flames? We've invited Juicy for a late dinner just to calm her down after our aerial ordeal in which she was the hero. The least I could do was feed her dinner after she saved my ass. She's really going to be a great member of the team. And another gal. Well, that's just a bonus in and of itself. And you know me. I always like being around the big girls.

Juicy was a big help as we fed the kids. She jumped right in and started doing dishes. Nobody asked her, but nobody stopped her. Aggie and I were getting the kids and Lizzie served while Bertha dished it out. Holly was upstairs getting ready for her date. I'm sure she gave herself a nice enema and made sure she was trimmed up and ready to go. You know, down there. Lucky Chucky tonight.

After the kids ate, Holly came downstairs to encourage them to take baths and get ready for tablet time and bed. She was stunning. Her black strappy evening dress was short, tied at her neck and cut on a bias. It just screamed, 'look at my tits.' And look at those legs. She was wearing those black four inch heels that nobody can rock like she does. Her statement of tallness. 'No woman in this room is gonna out-tall me.' Is the statement it made. Then Juicy stood up and they were eye to eye.

"Juicy, this is my wife, Holly. Holly, this is June Jurgensen, our new pilot."

"Oh, was that you, June, who flew that whirlybird around here earlier today?"

"That would be me, ma'am."

"And quite a flight it was." I noted. "What an amazing pilot Juicy is. We were attacked by a drone and she got us out of it and took down the damned thing without any armaments. She used the laws of physics and took a well-timed calculated risk. Saved our asses. Lizzie and Caroline were on that flight, too. We're all still shaken up. All that notwithstanding, I still see myself logging a bit of flight time in that bird with Juicy at the wheel."

"I'm not going up in that bird anymore. Not unless it's armed. At least with the mini-guns. I don't foresee needing missiles, although today I would have gone to them first. But those little guns would have come in handy today. Nothin' worse than pulling the trigger and there's nothing there. I know that was your ass that got saved today, but so did mine. And it ain't going up in a gunship without no guns. No more."

"You have my word. I'll contact my lawyer, Linnie Lawrence, and see what we can do to get those things permanently mounted so that we can be ready to go in record time. For an outfit like ours, we should have such equipment. If anyone can get it for us, it's the Lawrences."

"Isn't that the truth," Holly said.

I wanted to speak with Holly before Chuck came to get her. So, while Aggie and Bertha, and Lizzie and Caroline and Juicy took the big ones up for their baths, and tended to the babies, we went into the sunroom and chatted.

"Holly, are you really ready for tonight? I'm worried, but not about your safety. Caroline and Ronnie have the first shift with you. Dom and someone else will be there in the morning to fetch you if you manage to finagle this man into spending the night with you."

"Don't worry about me, Hannah. I'm a big girl and I can handle myself. Especially with two bodyguards up my ass. I..."

"Not worried about that. I'm worried about your expectations. This is a handsome man. And a good one. There's not a lot of them around. And there are plenty of willing females to assist him in meeting his needs. And he travels, Holly. He'll be away from you for long periods of time. There's a lot to consider."

"C'mon, Han. I'm not marrying the guy. I just want a nice dinner and a rousing fuck. Don't worry about my heart. Your wife is not as vulnerable in that area as you might think."

"I just want you to have a good time and get what you want. To be happy, Holly, that's all."

"Then be happyforme, Hannah. Be happy that maybe I can still have a life. Trust me that I amveryanxious about tonight. But I won't let it stop me. Anxiety I can cope with. It's the loneliness that drives me to despair."

"Well, we don't want that. You go and have your date. And I hope your game plan works. You deserve something nice in your life. You'll tell me all about it when you get home. Whenever that might be."

When the gals came downstairs, Bertha had her little Ellie to take home to bed. Juicy was carrying Duane, and he held onto her tight until he saw me. Then he went ballistic until she laid him down on the floor and he scurried over to me. Duane is a part of my exercise program. Between him and his father, they work onallthe muscle groups. One thing's for sure. They both keep me running.

When Chuck Miller arrived, he knew most of us, so the greetings were cordial and familiar. I introduced him to Juicy and the first thing he did was ask her if she swam. She said she did on occasion but she preferred boxing. She preferred to face her competition head on, face-to-face. He got a kick out of that.

He was nicely dressed in slacks and a sport coat. His jaw snapped open when he saw Holly. Mine would have too. "Not that it's that unusual, but you are simply beautiful tonight."

Well, that ought to start warming up Holly. She smiled at him and then at me. I gave her the thumbs up. And off they went. As they were leaving, I told Chuck that the best part of dinner at the Stottsville is the dessert. Boy, did I get a look from Holly. What a look from such a sweet dessert.

Five minutes after they left, Duane pulled up. Another long day for the captain of the ship. And he looked bone weary. Bertha had taken Ellie home, so Duane's dinner would be on me. He wanted something light, so I made him breakfast for dinner. Eggs and sausage links with some of Bertha's whole wheat bread, toasted.

Danny was in the Closet tonight, and Alec was on inside duty. Archer and another agent, Juan, had the outside duty. Juan was a new team member who hadn't yet done any missions with us. But he was primed and ready. Juan was a Robo. One of those guys who wore that special head piece that allowed them to control drones, see long distances, hear things normal humans can't hear without assistance, and drive vehicles hands free. Not to mention a whole host of other features. Robos are the ultimate nerds. But they are warrior-nerds.

The other new guy on the team, Ali, was a whole other story. Ali was hyperphysical. As the saying goes, his body is a walking weapon. He was the son of Afghan immigrants from the twenty-twenties. His father had been a translator working with the American forces fighting the Taliban. The couple, Ali's parents, fled Afghanistan childless, but became U.S. citizens and had two children. Ali and his sister. Nooria, Ali's sister, was a scholar of some note. Like her father her language skills were exemplary, and she spoke Pashto, Dari, Arabic and Farsi, as well as a number of middle eastern dialects and a smattering of the romance languages. She was super smart and could figure anything out. She was a professor of languages at Columbia.

"What Ali lacked in college credentials, he more than made up for with grit and determination. He did have a degree in languages, but his inventory was not as extensive as his sister's. He knew Pashto and other dialects from Afghanistan. He also knew Spanish. Ali, first and foremost, was a fighter. Mixed martial arts, boxing, wrestling, karate, jiu jitsu and kung fu. He was an expert marksman; an archer and he knew how to handle a knife. Not one to sit idle as he grew up, while others picked on him because of his heritage. He fought back. And he fought back big. In high school, he became known as a bully basher and protector of the meek. He was of average height, but carried himself like he was six foot five. Even the Ninja wouldn't try to take him on. Another great addition to the team. We were growing, and it was close to the number I wanted. I figured if we could have twenty prime operators to do my bidding, I would indeed have my Delta Force and be ready to truly take on the world.

Speaking of taking on the world, It's time for my biggest challenge. After I fed Duane his breakfast for dinner, with his son on his lap, we took little Duane upstairs and put him to bed. One Duane Royce down, and one to go. We stood there together, looking over our little twins as our little boy hunkered down with his stuffed horsey as his sister, the Diva, just slept quietly.

I put my hand on Duane's cheek and drew him to me for a kiss. He got the message loud and clear, but I could tell he was weary. I took him into the bedroom, undressed him, helped him on with his pajamas, and let him do his bathroom routine and I tucked him in. "I'll be up in a minute, my man. See if we can give you a good night's sleep. Or something even better."

Once the Duanes were dealt with I went downstairs to see my girls. I tried my best to get Juicy to stay over, but she felt the need to get home. She had the next three days off and was boxing tomorrow at the gym on Oregon Avenue in South Philly. The same gym that Peggy Olszewski, Herman's girl, goes to. Hmmm.

When June left, it was only me and Lizzie, with Duane asleep and Becca probably the same in the babies' room. Lizzie looked beat, having not really slept last night, but when I asked her to join me in the hot tub, she said she would if I made it worth her while.

"It's been a while, you and me, Liz. Sure. I'll make it worth your while." And we got naked and ran the tub and jumped in. Then we jumped on each other. I even jumped first.

"That's right, Queen Bee, come to me. I've got something for you." And she did. In more than one way did Lizzie have the sharpest tongue on the block. As I sat on the top corner of the tub and spread my legs, Lizzie climbed on board and gave me a pretty fair tongue lashing. No pillows in the hot tub. I stuffed a washcloth in my mouth to stem my moans and cries. And, of course, the cursing. Boy, do I curse when I'm fucking. But not when I've got a rag stuffed in my mouth.

After a good twenty minutes of Lizzie's best, I slid down and wrapped my legs around her and started making out with her. We made a few waves before Lizzie got up on that same corner and I returned the favor. My tongue is pretty sharp too, but it ain't as long as Lizzies. They don't call her Lizzie the Lezzie for nothing. Even the lesbians call her that. She is truly one of a kind. Even in the gay community, she is special.

We were both pretty beat, so we called it a day and Lizzie went off to her room and I climbed in with Duane and wrapped myself around him. Then it was Saturday.

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Saturday was filled with revelations. The first being my man when I first opened my eyes. He was there on the bed, leaning over me with intent in his eyes. I looked over at my supercell sitting on the nightstand and it said five-forty. Oh, boy. Showtime.

I'm gonna say it until it is no longer true, but it starts with a kiss. And how that kiss goes is going to say a lot about how my morning is going to start. His breath smelled sweet. He brushed up. "Oh, please, Duane, let me brush. I don't want to..."

"I do. I want you just the way you are. Stinking in so many ways. Au Naturale. Give me some of that."

And I did. I was givin' it away like a philanthropist at a charity ball. And it was good. He knows just how to play with my breasts so that I get maximum satisfaction. The highway that runs from everywhere to my core is just lit up and I'm humming.

I pushed him off of me and laid him down on his back and took matters in hand. From the sounds coming out of him, I'd say that my oral presentation was having the desired effect. Taking advantage of his pillow prince tendencies, I straddled him and did a series of gentle squats, one right after the other. After a brief time, he got the message that I was in need of more and he grabbed me by the waist, spun us around, and I was on the bed and he was on top. And he wasn't squatting. He was ready to do some push-ups. And push-ups he did. Thank goodness for the pillow. I almost didn't get it in time. Yes, there were orgasms. He had one. I had several.Se-ver-al.

We finished just in time for Georgia to come knocking on our bedroom door. I was just brushing up and Duane was getting into the shower. I hoped to join him, but it looks like Peach put the kibosh to that.

Then Lizzie came running by with Georgie and the Peach went a runnin'. Looks like mama's gonna get the shower she wants. I closed and locked the bedroom door and jumped into the shower with Duane. "Do your back, sweetheart?"

"Only if I can do your front."

"You're my world, man. You can do my everything."

"C'mere you." And he pulled me into him and I was soaked. Hair and all. And it isn't even a hair wash day. Well, this is all bullshit. I'm cutting it. Like Gloria Tuttlehill length. Enough already. Queen Bee's busy. Got enough to do. Off with it. And when it got all up in my face, it was an obstacle between my lover and me. And I accept no obstacles in that arena.

We didn't fuck. But we had a great time getting cleaned up. And I got the satisfaction of knowing it was me that got him clean from head to toe. It's the weekend and we'll find a time and a place for fucking.

Before I went downstairs for breakfast, I knocked on Holly's bedroom door. No answer. I guess I'm not the only one who got lucky. When I got downstairs, still no Holly. I guess she got very lucky. That was confirmed when I got a call on my supercell from my somewhat estranged wife.

"Hannah."

"Yes, my darling. How did your night go? Not that I have to ask."

"It went well."

"Well?"

"Actually, better than well. Would you mind if I didn't come home tonight? Chuck wants to do some things today, and I'd like to..."

"I'll bet you'd like to. Holly, I have no problem. Just clear it with Celeste and I'm on board. I wanted to go see Gloria today anyway and I'll take the kids swimming. Celeste never has a problem with that."

"Amen to that. I think that would be great, Han. Thank you so much."

"No, Holly. Thankyoufor making such good progress. I know you have worked hard to make a comeback and I think you are here."

"After last night, I have to agree with you. For that I thankyou, as well."

"That good?"

"Better. Better than ever."

"Oh my. And your heart?"

"My heart will be fine. We're keeping it casual, but I think we're heading in the right direction."

"Slow and steady, my love. Talk to Celeste and call me back."

Breakfast was waffles with fresh fruit Bertha traded for with a farmer with greenhouse after greenhouse of fruits. The money crop was their blueberries, strawberries, boysenberries, and raspberries. They also had great success with melons of all sorts. He had two warehouse sized greenhouses just for citrus fruits; lemons, limes, grapefruit and a variety of oranges. Indoor groves that bore small, but tasty, fruit.

Celeste came up to me as I was delving into the delicious dish Bertha put in front of me.

"Mommy Hannah. I talked to mommy. She's going to be away today. I hope she's alright. I worry about mommy. She's not tough like you and me."

Could I eat this kid up, or what?

"Ceece, mommy is with Mr. Miller. They've developed a friendship."

"Yeah, he really likes mommy. And I think she likes him too."

"You know, sweety, relationships are different between people as adults. I know that you know that, but as smart as you are, it takes even the smartest of us years of experience to figure it all out."

"Well, I'm almost ten, and everyone says I'll be ten going on eighteen. So, I understand these things."

I just want to pick her up and hug her all over. She is so adorable and so damned smart.

"Well, we're going to your friend Harriet's for swimming. I just assumed you would be joining us."

"Now, Mommy Hannah, you know what you do when you assume."

"Why are you so cute? You're such a wise guy. Go roust your brother and sister. Time to swim."

She beat it right out of that room and in a minute I could hear the clopping of shoes as the kids ran upstairs to get ready, Lizzie on their tails.

"Call Gloria."

"Hannah. What's up, girlfriend?"

"We're on our way in fifteen minutes. The kids are revving up now."

"Good, Little Lily Chu and Arabella Rivera are already here and Kimmie's got them all swimming laps. As long as they leave Harry alone we'll be good."

"Is Rapper Malone on today?"

"Do shoes have shine?"

"Yours do, my sister. Then I'll see you even sooner. Ronnie's driving and you know how he is behind the wheel."

"Just be careful and keep your eyes open. Guess who just showed up?"

"The Untermyers?"

"No, but they are expected. It is my week and I've got all the kids. I'm having it catered, so you'll be well fed. Chuck and Holly just showed up."

"Oh, won't Celeste be happy? Good. Make sure it's not a hit and run. Hold her there till CeeCee gets hold of her."

"Consider it done. See you in a minute."

Bertha, Becca, and Aggie had the babies under control. With that little crew, you needed one-on-one service or you could quickly get overwhelmed. That left me free time to go watch the kids swim and maybe take a little us time with my man. We had dinner plans with Herman and Peggy tonight, but the afternoon is free.

We pulled up to the Tuttlehill house, and the kids ran immediately to the pool building, which housed a full two lane Olympic sized pool among other accommodations. The virtual twin to the one being built at our house.

The kids were all splashing around and my two were in the pool in a flash. Or should I say, a splash? All except Celeste, who attacked her mommy with hugs and kisses. Holly fought back with kisses of her own. She looked great.

When Celeste ran to jump into the pool, I pulled Holly aside to get caught up on what happened last night.

"Hannah, he was so gentle. He's so strong, but the way he uses his strength is so different than any man I've ever been with. The man knows a bit about foreplay. I'll tell you that. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to be ready. But when the time came, I was more than ready. I'm so happy."

"I can't remember the last time I heard those words pass through your lips. I'm so happy for you."

"Chuck's heading south for two weeks. Thank you for allowing me the chance to have more time with him. Especially that precious alone time."

"To be honest with you, I'm gonna catch a little of that time myself this afternoon. Ronnie and Car are staying with the kids and Herman and Peggy are on their way, so the kids will be well babysat. Danny's around doing house duty and he'll follow us around, so we will be well tended. How were the boys with you last night?"