Benjamins & Bullets / The Feds & The Coke by neon
Story codes: FF, cons, oral
Featured celebs: Brie Larson, Krysten Ritter, Rose Leslie
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10:17 AM, 83 hours and 34 minutes after the jewelry store heist. 6710 Blackstone Street, Wheeler residence.
Pierce laid on his couch, absent-mindedly watching his TV. Three hours of sleep was all he had been able to muster throughout the whole night. The rumors swirling around about the crew were the only thing he could think about. If Mary was getting back into the heist game, she had to have an ulterior motive. Mary hated pulling heists. After just one job where she worked as a getaway driver, she dropped out, opting to start street racing instead. To be fair, the pay was better and the risk was relatively the same.
"I just don't see why she would do that," Pierce thought. "I don't see why Quentin would do that..." His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a knock on his door. Pierce yawned and got up from the couch, stumbling towards the door like a zombie from a classic horror film. "Who is it?"
"Larson," a feminine voice said from the other side.
"Goddammit. What do you want?"
"Don't make me say the thing. Open the door."
"I'm not going to make you say it, I just genuinely want to know why you're here. Tell me and I'll open the door."
"That's it," Larson sighed. "FBI, OPEN UP!" Her voice turning loud and aggressive, and even a little bit sexy, Pierce thought. Special Agent Brie Larson, one of the FBI's best and one of the sexiest, as well. She had shoulder length blonde hair and dark brown eyes, her breasts were on the smaller side but were quite perky. Pierce liked that. Her legs were a mile long and milky white. Pierce also liked that. Perhaps in another world they'd be perfect for each other. Perhaps.
"Fucking chill," Pierce exclaimed, swiftly unlocking the door and swinging it open.
"Don't talk back to me," Brie asserted herself. "Don't forget who's been helping you keep your ass out."
"Mara," Pierce interjected. After all, it was Kate's money keeping the feds off his back. "I haven't seen you paying off your superiors, keeping them at bay for me."
"Excuse me? If it wasn't for me, they would have already locked your ass up and threw away the key, Wheeler. You're lucky they assigned me to your case, you know. Had it been Agent Fonseca, you'd already be in prison."
"Probably right," Pierce said, "Fonseca is fine as fuck, though."
"And she is a stone cold bitch," Brie added. "Now listen, we need to talk. I know what you did. The jewelry store."
As Pierce carefully began backing away from her, she speedily pulled her pistol from her holster.
"Dont," she warned. Pierce stopped, raising his hands. "I'm not here to arrest you... Yet." Pierce lowered his hands. "Nope, I'm here to talk about my cut."
"Your cut?" Pierce raised his eyebrows.
"You heard me," Brie answered, nodding. "You think I'm going to keep you out for nothing? Where's the money?"
"I don't have it yet," Pierce explained, "how much are you looking for anyways?"
"10 thousand," Brie replied. First, 15K to Kate and now 10K to Larson. Pierce could already see his money pile shrinking.
"Fine, 10 thousand it is," Pierce agreed. Brie extended her hand, prompting him to cautiously shake it.
"It's a deal then," Brie smirked. Her cockiness was a major turn on to him, no matter how disgruntled he was about the $10,000. "Oh yeah, I just remembered," Brie mentioned, "I wiretapped your phone the other night."
"What'd you hear?"
"Not a whole lot, just something about you and Kate..."
"Oh yeah?" Pierce grinned, thinking back to his tryst with Kate.
"I know more than you and my superiors think. The 15 thousand you owe her, the little dalliance between you two. Adorable, really."
"Where are you going with this?"
"Nowhere... But if you insist on keeping Miss Mara company, I would watch my back," Brie suggested. "You probably think you know it all, but let me tell you honey... You don't know how damn deep that rabbit hole goes. Watch yourself."
"Don't you worry, I'll look out for me and my people," he responded, "but you know I can't just stop. I'm addicted to the thrill, the risk."
"Just don't let it get you killed. You're my payday, Wheeler."
"Yeah, yeah..." Pierce rolled his eyes.
"I gotta go, but I'm going to be keeping an eye on you," Brie warned as she walked out the door. "And don't forget my money."
"I won't forget, I swear," Pierce said one last time, before closing the door. "Fucking FBI, always on my back," he huffed. It wasn't the first time and wouldn't be the last, Pierce was certain of that.
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10 minutes later, at the docks.
Rose pulled around to where Krysten's car was sitting, with Krysten leaning against the driver side door. Rose hurriedly exited her car and walked up to Krysten.
"Hey Krys, what did you want to talk about?" Rose questioned.
"I'm looking for quick work," Krysten replied. "I got a few debts to pay off, and I don't want to spend that much of my cut from the jewelry store on debts."
"So what did you have in mind?"
"Well," Krysten began, "I know of a lockup downtown... And there's guaranteed to be a fuckton of coke in that lockup. I want to slip in, grab a few kilos, and run for the hills. There'll be some money in there for you too. No one will ever even know. All you have to do is drive me over there and be the lookout."
"Wait... The lockup isn't on Domino, is it?"
"Yes ma'am, Domino Street," Krysten responded, lighting a cigarette. Rose pondered over the thought for a minute before answering. Perhaps it wouldn't be an issue if only a few kilos were missing when she and Quentin hit the lockup with the Irish.
"Fuck it, I'm game," Rose responded, accepting the offer.
"Sweet, I'll text you the details and we'll meet back up later tonight," Krysten replied, taking a long drag off of her cigarette.
"Sounds good," Rose said as the pair got back into their respective rides before leaving.
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12 hours later.
"Ding!" Rose's phone went off. It was Krysten with the details.
"Meet me at my place. We're heading to 630 Domino Street," the text read.
"K, be there soon," Rose responded. She started her car and zoomed off in the direction of Krysten's house. About five minutes later, she arrived to find Krysten waiting for her on the porch, a pair of bolt cutters in hand. She was dressed for the job, all black with a black beanie and black gloves.
"You know the place," Krysten said, getting into Rose's car. "Drive carefully, don't draw any unnecessary attention. I'll keep an eye on our surroundings."
"Gotcha," Rose nodded. She drove at a steady pace towards Domino Street, with Krysten consistently looking back and to the sides. About five more minutes, they arrived. Rose pulled into a secluded spot in the alleyway with a perfect view of the lockup from behind, and the road from the front.
"I don't think anyone saw us or followed us here," Krysten sighed, relieved. "I'm going to go cut the lock and get the coke. Honk if someone shows up." She then hopped out of the car with the bolt cutters, and approached the lockup slowly. "Cheap lock," she mumbled as she inspected the lock, "shouldn't take much to get it off."
Rose watched the road in front of her attentively as Krysten attempted to cut the lock. The last job before the jewelry store heist was very much like this, but instead of coke, the unit was filled with televisions and computers. Oh yes, that job. The job that almost got Rose locked up, the job she barely escaped with her freedom. The very thought that this job could turn out like that one caused mounting pressure and anxiety.
"Chill, chill," Rose stopped herself just shy of a meltdown. "It's gonna be alright, just gotta wait for Krysten..."
"...And there we go," Krysten cheered, wiping a single droplet of sweat from her forehead as the broken lock fell to the ground. "Took a lot of strength, but it's finally done." Slowly but surely, Krysten pulled the unlocked door up. She was right, the unit was absolutely stacked with cocaine. "Ho. Ly. Shit."
Rose was still unsettled by the possibility of someone showing up. Anyone. What would happen if Quentin showed up, or the Irish, or even worse, the owner of the lockup? She concentrated on the road as much as she could with the nagging worry still in the back of her mind. All she wanted was for Krysten to hurry, so the pair could quickly hit the road.
Suddenly, one of the back doors flung open. Rose swiftly turned her head to see Krysten, cradling multiple bricks of cocaine in her arms like an infant.
"I'll be right back, I'm going to go grab a couple more," Krysten said, throwing the bricks into the backseat before running back into the unit. Seconds later, she exited again with roughly the same amount of bricks, throwing them in the backseat as well. Krysten closed the back door and pulled the lockup's door down, before running back to the car, as fast as lightning. She sprung into the passenger seat and buckled up. "GO!"
"HOLD ON," Rose exclaimed, flooring the gas. The car's tires squealed as the duo peeled out of the alley.
"WE FUCKING DID IT BABY," Krysten screeched triumphantly. "Everyone is gonna get their money, I'll keep mine, you'll get yours... Fuck! Yes!"
"How much did you take?"
"A lot, Red. A lot. What you see in the back? That's probably not even 5% of what was in that lockup."
"We did fantastic, YOU did fantastic," Rose smiled as she whipped around a corner.
"Damn right. You just wait til we get back to my place," Krysten whispered into Rose's ear. "I'm going to make you cum. Hard."
A small smirk formed on Rose's face. The night, and the job, hadn't turned out so bad after all. Rose started to feel a little more secure, being only blocks from Krysten's place. She eased off of the gas pedal, driving at a more ordinary pace, until she reached Krysten's driveway.
"Good work, Red," Krysten patted Rose's back and unbuckled her seatbelt, before turning her attention to the cocaine haul in the backseat. "Mind helping me get the stuff in?" Rose nodded in response. The pair exited the car and began moving the bricks into Krysten's home, sitting them on the kitchen table.
As soon as the pair had brought every brick inside, Krysten dragged Rose to the couch. They both rapidly undressed each other while kissing and occasionally copping a feel. Now THIS was a celebration.
"Ahhh," Rose gasped as Krysten gently nipped at her neck. "Just like that, Krys." Out of nowhere, Krysten pinned Rose down. Rose breathed heavily as Krysten kissed down Rose's neck, to her breasts, her stomach, and finally ending by giving her clit a fast lick. Rose shuddered at the feeling.
"Feeling good baby?" Krysten teased, trailing her thumb over Rose's clit slowly. So slowly that it was almost agonizing.
"F-Fuuuuu..." Rose moaned out, unable to even complete her words. Her moans only got louder as Krysten's tongue returned to her clit. Slowly, her tongue gently prodded and flicked at Rose's clit. Rose's pale, toned body promptly reacted to the sensations. Krysten looked up at Rose as she tongued her moist pussy. Rose whimpered as their eyes met, her face as red as a beet. "Keep going, please," Rose pleaded, and Krysten obliged, the pair still maintaining eye contact.
"You really do taste amazing," Krysten said, briefly stopping before going back down for more. Rose's arousal leaked out of her and onto Krysten's chin. Krysten loved it.
"And your skills are amazing," Rose groaned as she began practically humping Krysten's face. Krysten struggled to keep up with Rose's energetic movements, but still managed to suck and lick her clit while even sliding a couple fingers into her dripping cunt. She continued eating Rose out and fingering her until Rose's body started to seize up and tremble. She was cumming. Krysten gently rubbed Rose's clit as she rode her orgasm out, her hips bucking and her legs moving erratically. "You didn't lie," Rose murmured, barely audible, as her climax died down. "I came really hard..."
"And it was fucking sexy," Krysten growled lustfully. "You're such a good girl," she whispered, causing Rose's face to become slightly redder than it already was. Krysten pulled Rose in close, and the two began cuddling as they drifted off to sleep.
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A couple hours later...
Rose laid on the couch, fast asleep, as Krysten sat at the kitchen table, examining the bricks of cocaine. Upon closer inspection, she noticed the bricks had been stamped. Stamped in the shape of a crown. Krysten's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. She pulled her phone from her pocket and quickly dialed a number.
"Hey T, what the fuck? You left out some details about that coke," Krysten quietly fumed over the phone.
"I did?" The female on the other end asked. "What about it?"
"It's stamped with a fucking crown, T. Do you know what that means?"
"That it's some good shit?" 'T' laughed.
"Yeah, it is," Krysten replied. "It's also Kate Mara's."
To be continued...
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