Seven Come Eleven

Chapter Five

Petrie Del-Ray was a talented counterfeiter; he didn’t just make cash either, he was talented in making fake credit cards, social security cards, and identification of all kinds. His neighbors and anyone who saw him believed he was a technician who fixed office equipment and casino machines. No one gave a second thought to Petrie’s van being at casino's, banks, and other businesses at odd hours.

Jake ran into him as he came in pushing a large case on a dolly. Petrie’s chubby face broke into a smile. “I hear you have a job for me?”

“I do,” Jake walked with him onto the elevator with Petrie, who barely reached his shoulder. He was heavy bodied and spoke with a thick Bronx accent. He had been a boxer up North for several years, how he’d ended up here in Vegas no one but him knew. When the door closed Jake spoke again. “I need about a million dollars in fake $100 bills.”

Petrie’s eyes widened a bit at that. “That’s gonna take a while. You have a good place for me to work?”

The elevator dinged and opened, Jake led Petrie down the deserted hallway to where Nadia stayed. His own penthouse was across the hallway. Alan lived in the first room after the elevators and the rest of the rooms were used only on occasion if a staff member needed a place to stay. Jake opened the door and held it wide so he could get in, “Is the penthouse okay?”

Jake watched his friend set up on the table without a word. Nadia watched with some curiosity as she leaned on the wall by the kitchen door with her mug of coffee in hand. Petrie looked over one of the bills Jake provided and nodded in approval.

Jake helped himself to some coffee in Nadia’s kitchen. It was going to be a long night. Petrie flipped open the heavy laptop and tapped the keys rapidly. It took several minutes for him to get things the way he liked them. “A milli, you say? We are going to need about ten thousand bills.”

“You have enough paper for that?” Jake tapped the packet of paper on the table by the laptop.

“s**t, no. Since you didn’t tell me how much we were making tonight. I had no idea it was this much, I usually only deal with thousands at a time.” Petrie explained, looking at the paper dubiously. “We can either go and get more, or we can print out the top half, which I have almost enough for, and the bottom stacks will be blank, we can cut up regular printer paper or notebook paper. I don’t know if it will work if their pros.”

Jake weighed his options. “I mean, they have no inkling that we even know what’s in there so for all we know, Dan was shorting them with fakes.”

“I suppose that’s agreeable, but don’t let them count it until they leave.” Petrie started popping in fresh ink cartridges into the small printer before plugging in the cords to the laptop.

There was the constant whizzing sound of the printer as sheets of bills popped out of it. Each sheet could fit four bills, then Petrie would stack them to the side. When the first side was done he set up again and ran them through on the other side to print the backside, pausing to check and make sure things were turned the right way and lining up. The copies were good, but a pro might tell the difference immediately.

Petrie instructed Nadia in how to set up the cutter, which was a large paper cutter. “You take your time lining it up. It has to be perfect. I have this line here marked, make sure it’s line up perfect.”

As the stacks came out, Jake stacked them, making sure the bundles were tightly packs, and Nadia did the cutting.

“How much longer do you think, Petrie?” Jake asked. He watched Nadia lining up some papers on the big cutter and bringing down the handle to free the bills.

“It’s a million dollars, Jake.” Petrie never looked up from the printer. “I can’t make this appear like magic. We haven’t even discussed my cut for doing this.”

“We’re old friends, Petrie. You know I’m good for it,” Jake chuckled. “That said, what do you think is fair?”

“For a million dollar print job? Shoot, I’m going to have to have about twenty grand.” Petrie laid another stack of bills near Jake to.

“Sounds fair. How about you, Nadia? You think twenty is fair?” Jake called over his shoulder as she slipped the stack into the cutter.

“I suppose it’s fair. This is a very good counterfeit.” Nadia swiped the cuttings from the table and cutter into a garbage bag. “I will get the cash.”

It was dawn when Petrie finished. He yawned as he packed the printer and cutter away. “Is that all you need from me this time, Jake?”

Jake nodded and passed him a thick envelope. “For now. Always a pleasure doing business with you.”

Petrie tucked the money in his lap top bag and pushed the case out on the dolly. “Likewise. You two be safe.”

When Jake returned to where Nadia sat in the living room, the curtains behind her were glowing a pale pink in the sun rise. “I should put the cash in the case and we should get some rest I guess. Alan is watching for that fellow and he will detain him if he can. I’ll take the money down to him. You stay out of it.”

“But, Jake--”

“Dan didn’t listen to me and look what f*****g happened. Don’t be like Dan,” Jake said gruffly, turning to put the faked bills into the case.

Nadia handed him stack after stack until the case was full and Jake locked it. When the task was done, she sighed. “I’m exhausted.”

“Me too,” Jake looked down at her, his molten brown eyes softening a bit. “Maybe I should stay and make sure you rest.”

She laughed and leaned against him, “I don’t think we’d get a lot of rest if you stayed.”

“Bah, who needs rest?” Jake laughed sleepily. Suddenly he wasn’t all that tired when he leaned in to kiss her. His fingertips ghosted her arms, raising goosebumps in their wake. He felt her shudder and lean into the kiss willingly.

“I’m not tired anymore,” Nadia said as she pulled Jake into her bedroom with a mischievous grin.

At the foot of the bed, Jake swept the sheer silk robe off her shoulders; it slid down her arms to the floor with a barely audible rustle. Under it was a matching silk nightgown that barely contained her voluptuous cleavage. The robe had covered just enough of it to appear somewhat modest before. The aquamarine blue silk made her eyes appear almost luminescent blue.

Nadia wasted no time in undressing Jake as well. Her fingers pulled the tee shirt he was wearing over his head and tossed it somewhere across the room. His upper body was hard with muscle under smooth tanned skin, she ran her hands over his chest, admiring the hardness there before they dipped lower. Jake made no move to stop her; rather he just chuckled as she stripped his slacks down. As she expected he wore no underwear, and he was already partly aroused.

Jake let go of a breath he didn’t know he had been holding when she touched his heated manhood. Instead, he leaned in to kiss her again, tasting the sweet softness of her lips. It was a sharp contrast to how he always remembered her kiss to taste like vodka, lime, and salt. He didn’t dislike either.

His fingers slid under the straps of her night gown and slipped it off her creamy smooth shoulders. It pooled to the floor in a silent silken puddle. “I like this color on you, Nadia.”

“I’ll wear it more often,” she breathed, gasping when his lips moved to her neck again. Jake had somehow known all of her weaknesses from the first time they had touched. She had no need to show him what she liked.

He didn’t answer, but he did push her playfully back into the bed. Her knees gave way against the edge and she fell onto the cool smooth comforter, pulling him down too. Jake’s mouth found her breasts, teasing each n****e into a throbbing peak. Her breasts had always hypnotized him, they were rounded full, he imagined her bra size contained more than one D. He pinned her hands at her side as he tasted her breasts and the valley’s between. His warm tongue swiped down to her navel, his hands and weight holding her captive.

Roughly, he let her hands go and shoved her legs back and wide apart. Nadia dug her nails into the comforter as his warm mouth found her core. He was so good at this, and he enjoyed when she returned the favor, but he never insisted she do it. She squirmed slightly, her pleasure loud and clear.

He stopped before she finished, his own need pressing and near painful. Nadia ran her fingers through his unusually long platinum hair, enjoying the silken waves of it pouring over her hand and falling forward over his shoulder to tickle her breasts and collarbone. Nadia, desperate for him to fill her, wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. He slid into her effortlessly, as though their bodies had been molded together.

Nadia rolled her hips, even under Jake’s weight she found it seamless to take him and move. Her inner walls pulsing and pulling him to a climax. In this state of exhausted arousal he could not hold off as long as he usually did, making sure she was shining with sweat and well satisfied before he finished himself.

Her fingers untangled from his hair and dug into his bare back, leaving red stripes in her passion. Nadia came to her own climax. She said something he couldn’t hear over the hum of his orgasm in his own ears. Had she said she loved him? Panting, his upper body damp with perspiration, Jake pulled away from her and lay beside her on the bed. He decided not to ask questions and ruin the moment when she rested her head on his thick shoulder.