Calling in a Favour
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
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1,116
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2
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Calling in a Favour
The story behind this piece of fiction is my own work and so is the original character(s) – the characters and locations you recognise from The Last Minute however are not owned by me and are only borrowed for use in this fiction and I am earning no money from writing or publishing this – I write this purely for my own entertainment and yours and because of a love for the work of the actor Jason Isaacs and the characters he portrays.
~*~ HK ~*~
This is a one-shot, one chapter piece, it is the first time I ever wrote a Percy piece, I hope you like it.
Calling in a Favour
Preface
After a meeting with one of his fellow dealers, Percy had been informed that there was an old favour that was being called in. A deal made several years ago in Percy’s favour that would now see him acting as the executioner of his ‘colleagues’ competition.
~ * ~ * ~
Percy had been given just an address and the name ‘Flick’. He was now expected to go there and ensure that this Flick would no longer dip his toes into another man’s trade.
Sitting in a car around the corner from the address in question, Percy inhaled deeply on his cigarette and flicked what was left of the stub out of the window. The dealers were not pleased when someone tried to muscle in on their patch, but they usually dealt with it themselves. Percy was not pleased at being used to clean up another dealers business, but a favour is a favour and he owed this one; after this the slate would be clear.
Slipping on black leather gloves he stepped out of the car, straightened his expensive, well cut, suit and closed the door quietly. Walking to the back of the car he opened the boot and leant in, taking from a small black a gun and silencer, hiding this in beneath his jacket and slipping a long black wool coat over the top. Checking the contents of the bag, he then zipped it closed and removed it from the car closing the boot.
Walking down the silent alleyway behind the houses he checked over his shoulders before opening the latch and stepping into the dark garden beyond. Unobserved he walked up the path toward the house. The backdoor was of course locked; taking a card from inside his jacket he slipped it along the edge of the lock and pushed the door lightly, without effort it swung open. Putting the card back into his pocket he walked into the house, the door opened directly into the kitchen, he put the black bag down on the counter, removed his coat and placed this next to the bag.
Taking out his gun he ensured it was loaded and the silencer in place. Clicking off the safety catch he stepped lightly into the corridor. Checking each room he found them empty with their lights off. As he approached the final room he could see light shining under the door. With gun in hand he quietly opened the door, inside he found one man asleep on a sofa and another weighing and sealing bags of white powder. The man had his back to the door and did not hear Percy approach him from behind. Raising the gun Percy fired one shot directly into the back of his head and he fell forward face first into an open pack of the white powder causing a cloud of it to waft into the air. Running a gloved finger along the table before touching it to his tongue “Charlie…” he whispered before approaching the sleeping figure on the sofa.
Standing over the slumbering man he raised one foot and pressed it against the sleeping mans throat, causing him to wake with a start but unable to shout out or even breath. Percy pointed the gun to the man’s forehead and then tipped his head towards the dead man slumped over the table “that flick?” he asked.
Releasing the pressure slightly the man was able to croak “no.”
Leaning forward applying more pressure again Percy asked “you Flick?”
Releasing the pressure again the terrified looking man squeaked out “no.”
Pressing the gun harder against his forehead Percy hissed “well where the fuckin’ ‘ell is Flick?”
Once more releasing the pressure on his windpipe the man gasped “upstairs.”
Percy stood upright removing his foot and gun from the man “cheers mate…” he put the gun back to his head and shot him between the eyes.
Listening to see if he had been heard or could indeed hear anything from upstairs; the house was silent once more. Walking back into the hallway and slowly creeping upstairs. He looked into each bedroom and found them deserted, then he heard a faint splash and noticing the light sound of someone humming coming from behind the door marked bathroom. He tried the bathroom door, it was unlocked.
Flinging the door open he strode inside expecting to come face to face with the man he had come to kill; but laying in the bathtub he saw a woman. “Fuck!” he hissed. Pointing the gun at the woman “where the fuck is Flick!”
“I’m Flick” she replied defiantly.
“Bollocks!”
“I am – my name is Felicity, my friends’ call me Flick – who the fuck are you?”
“That’s no matter to you.” Wondering why he had not been told that this Flick was a bird.
Noting for the first time that she had her hand between her thighs, “did I interrupt something?”
She started to remove her hand and stand but Percy stopped her “oh don’t mind me, carry on love” he leant back against the tiled wall to watch.
At first she was reluctant to do anything, but he raised his gun toward her head. He saw her cringe and her eyes close, pressing her finger tips between her thighs. “Don’t try and fake it either, I want to see the real thing.”
“You can’t mean to just stand there?” she asked pleadingly.
“No, of course not, you’re right” he smiled coldly “I’ll time you.” Raising his wrist he checked the time “ok you have two minutes.”
“Two minutes?” she gasped.
“1 minute 56 seconds”
“What if I don’t …”
“If you don’t then I will drag you out of the bath and fuck you with this” he waved his gun towards her “1 minute 50 seconds.”
Closing her eyes again she tried to think of things that would excite her, but the only thing she could see was the man before her and his cold eyes. Knowing she needed to orgasm on her own and fast she thought she ought to make the most of what she had and tried to imagine him naked. He probably had a good body under that suit, it clung in all the right places, she could imagine the way the trousers encased his arse.
Pressing her fingers harder against her clitoris she ran them around in a circle, alternating between hard and soft pressure.
“1 minute 40 seconds” he said dispassionately.
Knowing she had to step up the action she raised her free hand to her breast, the nipple erect in the cool bathroom air, pinching and rolling the hard nub between her fingers and pulling it taught. Switching to relish the same treatment on her other nipple she felt the wanting ache move down from her breasts towards her sex.
“1 minute 30 seconds”
Sliding two of her fingers inside herself she ran them over the sensitive inner walls; running her thumb over her erect clitoris. Imagining her fingers being replaced by his, thinking of his sensual lips encasing her nipples. She felt a familiar tightening sensation deep inside her and longing to feel the stretching sensation of a hard cock to work against.
“1 minute 20 seconds”
Pressing her fingers harder and meeting the pressure with thrusts of her pelvis, she imagined how his soft lips would feel against her own, kissing and nibbling her flesh. To emphasise and aid this sensation she ran her tongue over her lips and grazed her bottom lip with her teeth.
“1 minute 10 seconds”
Glancing over at Percy again she could see the shape of his now erect cock through his trousers, as she stroked her pussy and observed him she saw that he was still standing there, leaning against the tiled wall as though he were merely watching a banal stage show and not a naked woman following his orders and masturbating for him.
“1 minute!”
With half her time now gone she pressed her palm against her slit and pushed harder, sliding across the sensitive flesh and slipping her fingers deep inside her, she could feel the slight tremors of a building orgasm, but not nearly enough, she needed help and backup. There was one thing sure to make her cum and quickly…
“50 seconds”
Reaching up and taking the shower hose from over the taps and turning it on, she adjusted the flow to jet spray and hooking her calves over the sides of the tub she aimed the jet at her pussy. Slowly moving the spray in small circles to massage first her swollen lips and then her hooded clit, splaying her lips with her fingers causing the tiny hood to retract and the jet hit her directly on the clit making her gasp and arch her back.
“40 seconds”
Laying back in the water with her hips humping the air, alternating between thrusting towards and withdrawing her hips from the jet of water focussed directly on her clitoris. Still with her eyes closed she was imagining the things this man could do to her, the things he could make her do to him. She imagined that he was not alone, he had a few friends with him and they were all watching her, touching and stroking her and counting her down to her orgasm.
“30 seconds”
She was imagining him walking closer to the tub, close enough for her to grab hold of his suit to pull him forward. What would his cock look like when she opened his flies; from here it looked pretty impressive, she could picture opening and dropping his trousers before taking him in her hand. With the jets of water sending shards of sensation all through her body she felt her mouth go dry, imagining pulling him into the water and wrapping her thighs around him and mounting his rigid dick.
“20 seconds”
The water jets were like fire through her body, relentless and burning her up from the inside, she knew her only salvation could be the hard cock she was imagining impaling herself on. Humping harder she rode the imaginary meat as though she would die if she stopped, it was her oxygen and each thrust, each pump, gave her life; life that was spreading around every cell in her body like a forest fire.
“10 seconds”
As Percy announced the final 10 seconds she threw back her head and cried out as her orgasm rocked through her body. Her pussy clenching tighter and tighter she felt somewhat bereft at the lack of hard cock inside her to clench against. Gasping and trying to catch her breath she almost forgot that she was not alone, she had been so lost in the fantasy that when Percy spoke she was startled and recalled that this was not a dream after all, he was really here.
“Time’s up!” he cried stepping forward from the wall towards her “out of the bath!”
“But I did it, I did what you asked, you said…” she begged.
He smiled at her coldly “I lied.”
As she had not moved fast enough he grabbed her hair and dragged her from the water, releasing her hair he let her drop to the floor. Stepping up to her he said “now you better do something about this” he indicated towards his crotch. Looking down and the soggy naked figure on the floor he watched as she unzipped his flies. Taking his erect cock from within its fabric confines; glancing up at him she implored him with her eyes not to make her do this. His reply was the place his gun at her temple and smile coldly.
Taking him tentatively into her mouth she ran her tongue around the tip of his cock, barely letting him enter her; but he grabbed the back of her head and pulled, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. He was big; she fought back the nausea as he pumped into her throat. Her mouth ached from the strain of the girth of him. She ran her tongue along the length of him as she took him into and out of her mouth. The sooner she made him cum he would be done surely? He would go?
Reaching up with one hand she gently cupped his balls, massaging them lightly, feeling the velvety softness and the subtle weight of his seed deep inside. With her other hand she held the base of his cock; trying to prevent him thrusting too deep inside her mouth. Moistening her lips she ran them along his shaft; applying a little more pressure and suction with each thrust of her head. Above her she heard him moan and hiss “fuuuuuck.” She knew he was getting closer and she was dreading the outcome, she had never liked the taste of semen and somehow she knew this man would not be happy to withdraw just in time.
Slipping her lips to the smooth plum-like tip of his cock, she wrapped them around the rim at the base of the tip. Thrusting three or four times just on this sensitive tip and then once down the entire shaft, and then repeating this motion. After several passes at this rhythm she felt his cock swell in her mouth and he grabbed her head, thrusting straight to the back of her throat as he erupted in her mouth.
Seconds later he withdrew and with the gun still at her head he said “now swallow like a good girl.” Swallowing quickly hoping to taste very little of his deposit she closed her eyes and prayed that he would now leave.
He placed his hand under her chin and guided her to her feet. “So you are really Flick eh?” he asked tucking his cock back away and zipping his trousers.
“Yes, I am, why?”
“I was sent here with a message for you.” He replied.
“A message; you fucking abuse me to deliver a message?” she hissed.
Percy raised his hand and gave her a swift back-hander across the face, causing her lip to swell and bleed.
“What’s this message?” she asked meekly.
Percy too a long step backwards from her, “don’t fuck with another dealers patch!” he replied coldly. Raising his gun once more he put the tip of the barrel against her forehead and watched for a brief second to see the terror register in her eyes before pulling the trigger once. Her body was forced backwards by the shot and she fell back into the tub. Percy turned and walked out of the room.
~ * ~ * ~
Walking back downstairs he slipped his coat back on in the kitchen, put his gun back into the bag and took out of it a small object which he wound up. Opening both of the oven doors on the cooker he placed the small object inside, turning on both the ovens and all of the rings on the hob he allowed the gas to release but did not ignite them. Walking to the backdoor he saw the hot water boiler on the wall and pulled the gas feed pipe out of it allowing gas to escape here too. Taking his bag he left the house closing the door quietly behind him.
Tap dancing and singing quietly to himself as he went back down the alleyway, at the car he put the bag and coat back into the boot and lit up a cigarette, standing leaning against the car he checked his watch before climbing into the car and driving away. He didn’t even look back as the house in the street he left behind exploded, tearing apart the entire building and leaving a blazing inferno in its place.
The End
~*~ HK ~*~
This is a one-shot, one chapter piece, it is the first time I ever wrote a Percy piece, I hope you like it.
Calling in a Favour
Preface
After a meeting with one of his fellow dealers, Percy had been informed that there was an old favour that was being called in. A deal made several years ago in Percy’s favour that would now see him acting as the executioner of his ‘colleagues’ competition.
~ * ~ * ~
Percy had been given just an address and the name ‘Flick’. He was now expected to go there and ensure that this Flick would no longer dip his toes into another man’s trade.
Sitting in a car around the corner from the address in question, Percy inhaled deeply on his cigarette and flicked what was left of the stub out of the window. The dealers were not pleased when someone tried to muscle in on their patch, but they usually dealt with it themselves. Percy was not pleased at being used to clean up another dealers business, but a favour is a favour and he owed this one; after this the slate would be clear.
Slipping on black leather gloves he stepped out of the car, straightened his expensive, well cut, suit and closed the door quietly. Walking to the back of the car he opened the boot and leant in, taking from a small black a gun and silencer, hiding this in beneath his jacket and slipping a long black wool coat over the top. Checking the contents of the bag, he then zipped it closed and removed it from the car closing the boot.
Walking down the silent alleyway behind the houses he checked over his shoulders before opening the latch and stepping into the dark garden beyond. Unobserved he walked up the path toward the house. The backdoor was of course locked; taking a card from inside his jacket he slipped it along the edge of the lock and pushed the door lightly, without effort it swung open. Putting the card back into his pocket he walked into the house, the door opened directly into the kitchen, he put the black bag down on the counter, removed his coat and placed this next to the bag.
Taking out his gun he ensured it was loaded and the silencer in place. Clicking off the safety catch he stepped lightly into the corridor. Checking each room he found them empty with their lights off. As he approached the final room he could see light shining under the door. With gun in hand he quietly opened the door, inside he found one man asleep on a sofa and another weighing and sealing bags of white powder. The man had his back to the door and did not hear Percy approach him from behind. Raising the gun Percy fired one shot directly into the back of his head and he fell forward face first into an open pack of the white powder causing a cloud of it to waft into the air. Running a gloved finger along the table before touching it to his tongue “Charlie…” he whispered before approaching the sleeping figure on the sofa.
Standing over the slumbering man he raised one foot and pressed it against the sleeping mans throat, causing him to wake with a start but unable to shout out or even breath. Percy pointed the gun to the man’s forehead and then tipped his head towards the dead man slumped over the table “that flick?” he asked.
Releasing the pressure slightly the man was able to croak “no.”
Leaning forward applying more pressure again Percy asked “you Flick?”
Releasing the pressure again the terrified looking man squeaked out “no.”
Pressing the gun harder against his forehead Percy hissed “well where the fuckin’ ‘ell is Flick?”
Once more releasing the pressure on his windpipe the man gasped “upstairs.”
Percy stood upright removing his foot and gun from the man “cheers mate…” he put the gun back to his head and shot him between the eyes.
Listening to see if he had been heard or could indeed hear anything from upstairs; the house was silent once more. Walking back into the hallway and slowly creeping upstairs. He looked into each bedroom and found them deserted, then he heard a faint splash and noticing the light sound of someone humming coming from behind the door marked bathroom. He tried the bathroom door, it was unlocked.
Flinging the door open he strode inside expecting to come face to face with the man he had come to kill; but laying in the bathtub he saw a woman. “Fuck!” he hissed. Pointing the gun at the woman “where the fuck is Flick!”
“I’m Flick” she replied defiantly.
“Bollocks!”
“I am – my name is Felicity, my friends’ call me Flick – who the fuck are you?”
“That’s no matter to you.” Wondering why he had not been told that this Flick was a bird.
Noting for the first time that she had her hand between her thighs, “did I interrupt something?”
She started to remove her hand and stand but Percy stopped her “oh don’t mind me, carry on love” he leant back against the tiled wall to watch.
At first she was reluctant to do anything, but he raised his gun toward her head. He saw her cringe and her eyes close, pressing her finger tips between her thighs. “Don’t try and fake it either, I want to see the real thing.”
“You can’t mean to just stand there?” she asked pleadingly.
“No, of course not, you’re right” he smiled coldly “I’ll time you.” Raising his wrist he checked the time “ok you have two minutes.”
“Two minutes?” she gasped.
“1 minute 56 seconds”
“What if I don’t …”
“If you don’t then I will drag you out of the bath and fuck you with this” he waved his gun towards her “1 minute 50 seconds.”
Closing her eyes again she tried to think of things that would excite her, but the only thing she could see was the man before her and his cold eyes. Knowing she needed to orgasm on her own and fast she thought she ought to make the most of what she had and tried to imagine him naked. He probably had a good body under that suit, it clung in all the right places, she could imagine the way the trousers encased his arse.
Pressing her fingers harder against her clitoris she ran them around in a circle, alternating between hard and soft pressure.
“1 minute 40 seconds” he said dispassionately.
Knowing she had to step up the action she raised her free hand to her breast, the nipple erect in the cool bathroom air, pinching and rolling the hard nub between her fingers and pulling it taught. Switching to relish the same treatment on her other nipple she felt the wanting ache move down from her breasts towards her sex.
“1 minute 30 seconds”
Sliding two of her fingers inside herself she ran them over the sensitive inner walls; running her thumb over her erect clitoris. Imagining her fingers being replaced by his, thinking of his sensual lips encasing her nipples. She felt a familiar tightening sensation deep inside her and longing to feel the stretching sensation of a hard cock to work against.
“1 minute 20 seconds”
Pressing her fingers harder and meeting the pressure with thrusts of her pelvis, she imagined how his soft lips would feel against her own, kissing and nibbling her flesh. To emphasise and aid this sensation she ran her tongue over her lips and grazed her bottom lip with her teeth.
“1 minute 10 seconds”
Glancing over at Percy again she could see the shape of his now erect cock through his trousers, as she stroked her pussy and observed him she saw that he was still standing there, leaning against the tiled wall as though he were merely watching a banal stage show and not a naked woman following his orders and masturbating for him.
“1 minute!”
With half her time now gone she pressed her palm against her slit and pushed harder, sliding across the sensitive flesh and slipping her fingers deep inside her, she could feel the slight tremors of a building orgasm, but not nearly enough, she needed help and backup. There was one thing sure to make her cum and quickly…
“50 seconds”
Reaching up and taking the shower hose from over the taps and turning it on, she adjusted the flow to jet spray and hooking her calves over the sides of the tub she aimed the jet at her pussy. Slowly moving the spray in small circles to massage first her swollen lips and then her hooded clit, splaying her lips with her fingers causing the tiny hood to retract and the jet hit her directly on the clit making her gasp and arch her back.
“40 seconds”
Laying back in the water with her hips humping the air, alternating between thrusting towards and withdrawing her hips from the jet of water focussed directly on her clitoris. Still with her eyes closed she was imagining the things this man could do to her, the things he could make her do to him. She imagined that he was not alone, he had a few friends with him and they were all watching her, touching and stroking her and counting her down to her orgasm.
“30 seconds”
She was imagining him walking closer to the tub, close enough for her to grab hold of his suit to pull him forward. What would his cock look like when she opened his flies; from here it looked pretty impressive, she could picture opening and dropping his trousers before taking him in her hand. With the jets of water sending shards of sensation all through her body she felt her mouth go dry, imagining pulling him into the water and wrapping her thighs around him and mounting his rigid dick.
“20 seconds”
The water jets were like fire through her body, relentless and burning her up from the inside, she knew her only salvation could be the hard cock she was imagining impaling herself on. Humping harder she rode the imaginary meat as though she would die if she stopped, it was her oxygen and each thrust, each pump, gave her life; life that was spreading around every cell in her body like a forest fire.
“10 seconds”
As Percy announced the final 10 seconds she threw back her head and cried out as her orgasm rocked through her body. Her pussy clenching tighter and tighter she felt somewhat bereft at the lack of hard cock inside her to clench against. Gasping and trying to catch her breath she almost forgot that she was not alone, she had been so lost in the fantasy that when Percy spoke she was startled and recalled that this was not a dream after all, he was really here.
“Time’s up!” he cried stepping forward from the wall towards her “out of the bath!”
“But I did it, I did what you asked, you said…” she begged.
He smiled at her coldly “I lied.”
As she had not moved fast enough he grabbed her hair and dragged her from the water, releasing her hair he let her drop to the floor. Stepping up to her he said “now you better do something about this” he indicated towards his crotch. Looking down and the soggy naked figure on the floor he watched as she unzipped his flies. Taking his erect cock from within its fabric confines; glancing up at him she implored him with her eyes not to make her do this. His reply was the place his gun at her temple and smile coldly.
Taking him tentatively into her mouth she ran her tongue around the tip of his cock, barely letting him enter her; but he grabbed the back of her head and pulled, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. He was big; she fought back the nausea as he pumped into her throat. Her mouth ached from the strain of the girth of him. She ran her tongue along the length of him as she took him into and out of her mouth. The sooner she made him cum he would be done surely? He would go?
Reaching up with one hand she gently cupped his balls, massaging them lightly, feeling the velvety softness and the subtle weight of his seed deep inside. With her other hand she held the base of his cock; trying to prevent him thrusting too deep inside her mouth. Moistening her lips she ran them along his shaft; applying a little more pressure and suction with each thrust of her head. Above her she heard him moan and hiss “fuuuuuck.” She knew he was getting closer and she was dreading the outcome, she had never liked the taste of semen and somehow she knew this man would not be happy to withdraw just in time.
Slipping her lips to the smooth plum-like tip of his cock, she wrapped them around the rim at the base of the tip. Thrusting three or four times just on this sensitive tip and then once down the entire shaft, and then repeating this motion. After several passes at this rhythm she felt his cock swell in her mouth and he grabbed her head, thrusting straight to the back of her throat as he erupted in her mouth.
Seconds later he withdrew and with the gun still at her head he said “now swallow like a good girl.” Swallowing quickly hoping to taste very little of his deposit she closed her eyes and prayed that he would now leave.
He placed his hand under her chin and guided her to her feet. “So you are really Flick eh?” he asked tucking his cock back away and zipping his trousers.
“Yes, I am, why?”
“I was sent here with a message for you.” He replied.
“A message; you fucking abuse me to deliver a message?” she hissed.
Percy raised his hand and gave her a swift back-hander across the face, causing her lip to swell and bleed.
“What’s this message?” she asked meekly.
Percy too a long step backwards from her, “don’t fuck with another dealers patch!” he replied coldly. Raising his gun once more he put the tip of the barrel against her forehead and watched for a brief second to see the terror register in her eyes before pulling the trigger once. Her body was forced backwards by the shot and she fell back into the tub. Percy turned and walked out of the room.
~ * ~ * ~
Walking back downstairs he slipped his coat back on in the kitchen, put his gun back into the bag and took out of it a small object which he wound up. Opening both of the oven doors on the cooker he placed the small object inside, turning on both the ovens and all of the rings on the hob he allowed the gas to release but did not ignite them. Walking to the backdoor he saw the hot water boiler on the wall and pulled the gas feed pipe out of it allowing gas to escape here too. Taking his bag he left the house closing the door quietly behind him.
Tap dancing and singing quietly to himself as he went back down the alleyway, at the car he put the bag and coat back into the boot and lit up a cigarette, standing leaning against the car he checked his watch before climbing into the car and driving away. He didn’t even look back as the house in the street he left behind exploded, tearing apart the entire building and leaving a blazing inferno in its place.
The End