The Rig 3: Eye of the Hurricane by Steve Rollins Read Free Book Online Page B

butler tie her up and rape her repeatedly. Another victim had been a former secretary whom he had assaulted and raped as she worked overtime in the office. There were another five charges laid against him from secretaries, members of the press and several girls in nightclubs.
    Elly tugged at the hem of her very short dress, trying to hide the top of her stockings. The dress barely covered them when she stood, but they were very much on show as she sat down. She had worn her best lingerie and her breasts were popping out of her dress. She did not usually wear clothes like this unless to seduce a boyfriend in the bedroom, and never outside of the house, but current priorities must prevail. She needed to get through to Jacobs.
     
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    Senator Jacobs was waiting at one of San Diego’s top restaurants. He felt good being back in this city. And the prospect of spending time with the lovely press chick he had seen was exciting him more than anything had in a long time. He had not even touched a drop of drink since the afternoon in anticipation. He knew it would be very hard for him to put the moves on her if he got drunk. And if he could not seduce her, he would have to resort to other means to slake his lusts. Means he preferred not to use, given the problems it had gotten him into in the past.
    He had sent his town car for the press bird. Elly, he thought she was called. He had seen her briefly on the television, reporting from a chopper on the fire at ‘The City’. She looked positively ditzy there. A bit like the Danish prime minister, he thought. He remembered seeing a bit of YouTube video of the selfie woman going up to Sarah Jessica Parker in Oslo, declaring herself to be the Danish prime minister in the happiest, dizziest manner he had ever seen. This press chick was on the same level, he figured. And she seemed quite keen as well.
    The town car pulled up outside the restaurant and the driver rushed to open the door. Jacobs almost fainted on the spot as the woman got out. She was dressed like a porn star. The semi he had been sporting as he’d absent-mindedly thought about her immediately sprang to full attention. His jaw dropped. He had seen her earlier and thought she dressed to a certain standard he liked in women, but this was something come out of his dreams.
    Elly felt even more self-conscious when she got out of the town car. She tried to maintain as much of her dignity as she could getting out, keeping her knees together and trying to stop her dress riding up as she slid out of the seat. She was desperate to keep her upper body as straight as possible, knowing her breasts would flop out of the small dress if she did not.
    She managed to stand on her high stilettos with some amount of grace and she looked around. Then she saw the senator and remembered her act. She waved and smiled the prettiest smile she could muster up. She saw instantly the effect she was having on the douche bag. The front of his trousers was bulging a bit. Her false smile turned to a genuine one when she realized the man must have a rather small member.
    She stepped up to him and gave him a spontaneous kiss on the cheek. As she did, she felt his hand on her bottom. She resisted the urge to slap his hand away and just leaned against him. She felt his small erection press against her thigh and repressed a shudder. And suddenly she wished men – and especially men in power – were not such sleaze bags. She hoped she would one day find a man who would actually like her with some clothes on. But for now, it was back to business.
     
     
    Chapter Twelve
     
    Smith woke up with a groan. He immediately heard the raging storm outside the doors of the dock. He looked over to the submarine and saw Garcia sitting in front of it. His hand went to the inside pocket of his jacket. He pulled out the bag of white powder and grabbed a little scoop from his pocket as he sat up. He picked up some of the white powder with the scoop and brought it up to his