Wade Meets Jade Pt. 01

Wade Meets Jade

Part One

Jade Dragon created by Battlestrength, Wade Wilson created by Wade Wilson.

The Author wishes to express his deepest gratitude to Battlestrength and Wade Wilson for their permission in writing this story.

by The Preve

Jade Dragon

You know, the one problem about leaving The Life is you never actually leave it.

Of course. It's all about self deception. There's always something, or someone, to pull you back in.

Damn straight, Boss. Sure, I'm already loaded and don't need the money. Sure, I have little Joe to look after and don't like the idea of The Life spilling onto him. Things have a nasty way of putting you on detours from the path you choose, though.

Doc Hazard's still running loose. The Liz Slutskaya Project's still ongoing.

I heard Morris Micklewhite's been making some waves these past few years. Kid's coming up in the world.

Yeah, whodathought. Still, case in point regarding detours: Felix Carbuncle.

Yeah, that piece of shite.

Pretty much goes for his family. The Carbuncles are a bunch of toxic rich fucks but they'd paid good money in the past. I didn't mind taking it, so long as the mark deserved it, and they kept their distance from me. Never trusted them though.

I was always surprised they paid, rather than have someone come after you to snip loose ends.

The Patriarch had some noblesse oblige thing, and he knew I'd kill anyone he sent... and him. Anyway, he died right around the time I retired. Haven't had much anything to do with the family since.

A good thing. Personally, I'd keep as far away from families named after boils as possible.

I think the original family name was French, got anglicized to Carbuncle. Ah well, anyway, digression's over. I'm in my office again, and I get a hit on my message board.

Ordinarily, I'd ignore it, unless it was related to Liz, Cathy, Morris, Harry... or Doc Hazard, but I'd taken a hit on some tech stocks lately. I could brush it off but there was some real estate I'd been looking at in northern Cali, some of my snitches needed a little milk money, and I wanted to top off some bank accounts.

'Sides, I was kind of bored and looking for a little action.

The fucking or the killing... or both?

What, a semi-retired professional killer can't have a little fun?

Not too much.

Ha! Anyway, message is from Rudolph "Rudy" Cohen, the Carbuncle family lawyer.

Sleaziest shyster in the history of shysterdom.

Can't really be a lawyer to the Carbuncles without the corruption, Boss. The message says he wants a meeting. A possible job for the Carbuncles. A sizable payday if I'm interested. I'm tempted to say no, and warn him not to contact me again.

Give in to the temptation, Jade. This offer smells like a zombie that just shit itself.

Job offers from these shits always smell, Boss. I'm just curious why Rudy would contact me after so long. I hit reply, >Time and place?<

The meeting's set for two days later, four in the afternoon, Barrens, Manhattan.

Barrens: swankiest restaurant in the city. Caters to the rich, politicos, execs, mobsters, even some clandestines. Lots of deals go down there, and everyone looks the other way.

I take first class, stay at the Waldorf (I have a room there), meet him the following day.

Rudy looks like a rat, physically. He's an almost standard lawyer cliché, with strong flavors of Roy Cohn. Well dressed in Armani but, damn, he oozed slime. He kept his mouth shut though; real fanatic for lawyer/client confidentiality, which was why the Carbuncles employed him.

For all the sleaze, he is a damn good lawyer.

Anyway, he's waiting at the table, nice view of the city, but in a spot people can ignore, and difficult to observe. I make sure of the exits and avenues of escape, and sit down.

Always have an escape route.

"Rudy."

"Jade."

"So waddaya got?"

"Ah, cut to the chase. Can't we have a little wine and dine first?"

"I don't like you, and I don't want to be near you longer than I have to. You said you had a gig, and it pays a lot."

Rudy the Rat looks disappointed.

Of course he would. He tries to get you in the sack each time you meet, remember?

Yep, the only time that's going to happen is when I put a bullet in his head. Soon probably. So, off the digression. Rudy takes a folder from his satchel.

"It's an unfortunate affair involving the caretaker for Ellen Rosenkrantz."

Cecilia Carbuncle's sister.

Yep, pretty much rich as her sis' family. Kicked off 'bout six months back, I heard. Also heard she wasn't on speaking terms with Cecilia these past few decades. So what was it with Rosenkrantz's caretaker?

"The caretaker was hired by the family several years ago to look after Ms. Rosenkrantz's needs. It became apparent, just shortly before she died, the caretaker was not exactly diligent nor ethical, in his duties.

We suspected embezzlement, theft, and even abuse. The coroner did not find anything outside of natural causes, but he received an indictment, recently, for falsifying records."

Rudy is talking while I go through the folder. Red flags and rotted fish smells are already clanging in my brain.

Ordinarily I'd take the job. Elder abuse is one of the sins that sets me off.

Damn straight. People who do that beg for bullets.

Yes they do, Boss, but this one? He looks so nice and clean cut, it's almost too good to be true.

I'm getting some bloody serious Morris vibes here. Sure he's a top hitter these days but then, pure boy scout.

He kind of still is, Boss, but you're right. Considering who's hiring me, I want to be sure this gig's on the up and up.

Probably not.

Nope, but I'm asking questions anyway. I'm not the type of hitter who just takes the money, does the job, and cares fuck all about the mark.

"Do you have any proof of theft and abuse outside the coroner, and other inquiries?"

"We hired investigators to look into the caretaker's finances. A few 'ahem!' rules and laws were bent to acquire the information, but all indications are he transferred sizable amounts to his personal account from Ms. Rosenkrantz."

Rudy hands me another folder and a flash drive.

I look at the contents.

Now I'm getting alarm bells, and the rotten fish stench is overwhelming.

I keep my face blank as I go over the financial statements and deposit records.

Boy, these fucks really framed this kid's ass, didn't they?

Yeah, Boss, and they want him dead too, and I'm starting to get really pissed about it.

Here's the thing about my clients folks. A lot of them do some research before hiring me. They know I'm good. Some of them know I'm rich. A few know I'm pretty smart. Most don't know how smart.

Word of advice to future clients: if you're going to frame a pigeon for embezzlement, ostensibly to trick a hitter into a bad kill, don't show obviously doctored financial documents to one with a 200 plus IQ, a PhD in Economics, master hacking skills (who also knew, fucked, and was taught by the best), and a master con artist.

Sounds pretty Mary Sue. I remember a few former clients who actually called you that.

Yeah Boss. I even recognize the handiwork of the framer. He did this exact same thing for me a few years back to help me flush out a mark. He's really good. This work could have fooled the cops. 'Course I'm going to have to confirm with my own hacking to find the mark's actual records, and match them to what I see here.

Always pays to be thorough.

Still, the question: why do they want this kid dead?

"Why didn't you turn these over to the cops?"

"The, uh, methods by which we acquired the information would raise questions. Plus, you are familiar with the Carbuncle Family's other questionable investments. Any such inquiries could compromise those as well."

"I see." I had an idea the answer would be something like this.

"Felix Carbuncle would rather this problem be handled with considerable discretion. Any financial issues will be dealt with on his end."

Id est, they want him dead, framed, and out of the way, while they try something weaselly. Probably related to the Rosenkrantz estate.

"Lives in Connecticut," I see. Pretty convenient. The Rosenkrantz family had presence there for over two hundred years. Pretty big players during the Gilded Age.

"He won't be there for long," Rudy said. "Our investigators told me he will be at the Casa Verde Resort and Spa for a week, beginning Monday."

Whoa! Very high end. Rudy telling the truth about the embezzlement perhaps?

I don't know. Doesn't seem like the kind of guy you'd find at the country's most exclusive swinger and nudist resort. Went there a couple of times myself. Even bought a membership. I'll have to look deeper into this.

In the meantime, "Okay, I'll take a look and give you a quote. Do you have a time window?"

"Before the 15th of next month, if it's convenient."

"I'll see what I can do."

Back at the Waldorf, I call a number. A particular one not given out with any generosity; Lenny Chau.

World's greatest info retrieval specialist, and that's no idle boast.

One of the few in this game who can actually back up his words. Owes me a favor or two.

Well, you did save his life a few times. Lots of bad ones don't like people like him.

And I get to enjoy the benefits of low cost to free service as a result.

"Hello?" Lenny.

"Hi Lenny, I'm calling in a chit."

"Hi Jade. Name of the target?"

I give him the name. "I need his bio, his finances, his work record, his criminal if he has it, and any related anomalies. I think he's being framed."

"Done, I'll send the data to your mail."

I chill at the Waldorf overnight before flying back to Florida the next day.

Isabelle says Little Joe's behaved himself. I'm not feeling the jet lag, so I put away my overnight, take a bath, towel off, and go to my office.

And yes folks, she's naked. She loves home nudity, at least until Little Joe gets less little.

Heh! There's still a ways to go. The little tyke's getting bigger. Anyway, Lenny's got me the info. Pretty much agrees with my suspicions.

I guess the data burst title, "Yep, he's being framed," clued you in.

Yeah, and Lenny's good enough to show me how the Carbuncles fucked this guy.

Looks like the poor kid fell victim to a Tech Support scam. Doesn't look like he knows either. The company behind it's Mumbai Tech Assist. Yeah, I know these guys. Subsidiary of a, mostly legit, tech company, South Asian Electronics.

And look who just bought shares in their company.

Yep, Carbuncle Family Trust. The question is, how did the Carbuncles find out about the scam? And why go after this guy?

Looks like Lenny was ahead of you. Click "College Connection."

I do and whistle. Thanks, Boss. It's a picture of the Phi Kappa Kappa chapter at Harvard Business, Class of 199... There's Felix, and there's Anand Gupta, current CEO of SAE right next to him.

Frat boy network all around.

SAE, according to Lenny, had some cash flow problems recently. One of their subsidiaries scams a poor young guy from Connecticut. They get a lot of his info, including who he works for. Anand and Felix are tight. Anand makes the connection. Gives info to Felix in exchange for an investment. Felix then screws over the kid.

That's a nice deduction. Still the question is why? Everything says this guy's no threat to the family, or anyone for that matter.

Yep, and there's a final question.

And that is?

How am I going to make money out of this?

There's that. You're not going to kill him, are you?

No... maybe, but the Carbuncles need a lesson in the penalties for trying to trick me into a bad hit.

A nudist resort doesn't strike me as a conventional classroom.

Since when have I ever been conventional Boss? Besides, it's been a while since I used that membership.

****

Wade Wilson, red of face, jaybird naked of body, walked along Casa Verde beach. People were staring. He was trying not to stare back.

Wade, logically, knew he should not be embarrassed. He couldn't help it. It wasn't like with Miss Rosenkrantz. It was private, and he was more comfortable with her... at least after awhile.

She was also the reason for his presence on the beach. That, and the small urn he carried: the terms of the will.

His eyes grew moist at the memories of Miss Rosenkrantz. She was good people, in spite her eccentricities.

Kind, humorous, wise, and very very tough, as well as no nonsense.

"Except in one aspect," thought Wade.

Still, he wished the terms were different. He'd rather stay at a quiet motel or BnB in town, not here.

It wasn't as if Casa Verde was some cheap, seedy dive. Far from it. It was the most expensive, luxurious place he'd ever stayed. His aunt's house could fit inside his bungalow.

Actually, it wasn't his bungalow. Miss Rosenkrantz kept it as an extra residence. She hadn't visited in years, however, so the resort manager said.

Nor was it just any old nude resort. The sheer amount of skin surrounding him was one thing. The near perfect bodies were quite another.

Wade was aware such could be expected. Casa Verde sat among the highest ended, and most exclusive, of the world's resorts.

It catered to the elite, for whom public image was among the top priorities. Physical perfection, or something close to it, was a near requirement.

Wade recognized celebrities, supermodels, sports figures, even a few politicians. His head swam, nearly crushed by the sheer amount of Quality in this place.

And they're staring at me. He blushed. Maybe it's the urn.

Certainly it couldn't be him. He was nothing compared to these people, less than nothing.

He was Wade Wilson, barely 22; fresh out of college. Nursing student, former caretaker to Ellen Rosenkrantz, a sweet, but very eccentric, old lady from Hartford, Connecticut.

He definitely couldn't match the people around him in looks. Most were near Greek gods, with skin tones ranging from near jet black to light tan.

He was skinny, pale, average in height. Some of the people back home thought he was cute. The resort manager thought so, she told him.

"'A lithesome body, with a cute boy scout face,'" he thought. He didn't know what she meant. Something about being skinny, but supple and toned.

He was uncomfortable about the way she stared at his crotch. It was similar to how Miss Rosenkrantz used to stare at it. But why was she licking her lips?

Anyway, he had to put those questions aside, and concentrate on his destination, a grouping of boulders near the south area of the beach. He had to spread Miss Rosenkrantz's ashes among them.

Wade sighed. The terms of the will said he had to stay at the resort, and spread Miss Rosenkrantz's ashes among her favorite spots.

She had some good memories of this place, I guess.

Afterwards, Wade had to return to the law offices for a second reading. He didn't like the first reading. The Carbuncles were there. He didn't like them.

Cecilia Carbuncle was the family matriarch, and Miss Rosenkrantz's younger sister. She looked like a glamorous, but meaner, copy of her older sibling.

Felix Carbuncle, Cecilia's son, and his brother Aaron, were also present, with their respective wives and children.

Felix reminded Wade of William F. Buckley, Only snottier. Sounded like him too.

Aaron was fatter, with a broad grin, and too many teeth, that never quite reached his eyes. He reminded Wade of some monstrous toad out of an HP Lovecraft or Robert E. Howard story. Gave me the creeps.

The Carbuncle children looked to be snotty rich brats out of central casting.

Felix Jr. had that frat boy look and smell all over him. Wade was glad he was out of college. He'd had enough of Felix's kind.

Joy Carbuncle, Felix's sister, looked hot enough, but was more interested in her iPhone, than the people around her.

"Probably ripping someone to shreds on her social media," thought Wade.

Spoiled entitlement glowed like a halo around her. "Or horns," Wade thought.

The wives, Edna and Gladys respectively, looked and acted like Karens, Right down to the I-want-to-speak-to-the-manager haircuts.

Aaron and Gladys' kids, obnoxious brats, were every bit as fat as their father.

All of them, to a person, looked at Wade as if he were something scraped from the bottom of their respective shoes.

The lawyer who gave the reading was Margot Sims, Miss Rosenkrantz's attorney. Wade liked her. She was professional and reserved, but was the only one who treated Wade like a person.

Wade was surprised, and the Carbuncles disappointed, when Ms. Sims announced the reading would be the first of two. The second half would be given in six months, after the terms of the first half were met.

All, especially Wade, were stunned at the terms of the first half. They focused exclusively on Wade, and what he was required to do. The Carbuncles weren't mentioned at all.

So now he was walking along a luxury beach, completely nude, carrying an urn with the cremains of Miss Ellen Rosenkrantz, to spread among some rocks she'd apparently had a good time in her youth.

The rocks were in an area known as Hart's Point. Wade didn't know who this Hart was, nor did he care.

The resort manager, winking, mentioned it as a quiet place for private hookups. Wade blushed.

"You seem pretty embarrassed to be in a place like this, Mr. Wilson," the manager smiled.

"Um, I'm only here to fulfill the terms of Miss Rosenkrantz's will. This place is a bit too... rich for me."

The manager chuckled. "Yes this place can be overwhelming for first timers. Just go with it. You'll get more comfortable as the week goes by. You might even get lucky," she winked.

Wade blushed again. "Um... I'm not so sure..."

The manager, a keen observer, watched Wade walk away.

"That young man is completely unaware of his hotness," she marveled. "That cock and ass, damn! The guests are going to eat him up... and probably some of the employees... me included."

"Comfortable," thought Wade, standing among the rocks. I don't think it's working.

The rocks, boulders, plus a few benches were scrawled with various graffiti, much of it dating back decades.

He walked to one boulder in particular.

Ellen heart Mary. It's still here.

The terms of the will said to spread some of her ashes here. Wade didn't know very much about her life. She'd hinted at past loves.

He set down the urn and opened it. He spread two handfuls across, and in front of, the boulder, and then stood in silence.

"She was such a good woman," Wade thought, his eyes wet.

He closed the urn, picked it up, and walked back along the beach.

People were staring at him again.

Wade blushed, What is it? The urn?

Some were whispering. Wade caught some words.

"Holy fuck! Will you look at that?!"

"Mmmm, that ass!"

"See the size of that cock?!"

"I want me some of that!"

"Where's he staying? What's his name?"

Holy Beezers! They're talking about me!

It shocked Wade. These were elite, Quality, more than a few he'd seen in film, on TV, read about in magazines, websites, photos, and they were admiring him.

His head swam. The only person he knew who admired him that way, currently resided in the urn he carried.

He glanced at one, a woman he recognized as a prominent, if not major, Hollywood actress, staring at him with open lust.

Wade quickened his steps. I need to get back to the bungalow. I need to think about this.

Wade ran into another guest, at the residential section, near his bungalow.

"Watch where you're going, kid."

Wade's distracting thoughts cleared on viewing the person into which he ran.

Wow! She's... hot!

He didn't recognize her. She only carried a Duffle bag. She was nude, of course; looked to have just arrived.

On the surface her athletic body was no less perfect than the other guests. Something about her stood this woman out.

Perhaps it was her glossy dark hair, with emerald green highlights. Maybe her hard steel blue-gray eyes, staring at him like pools of ice.

Or her supermodel face, shaming many others at the resort.

Or her hard body, like a panther, or lioness ready to pounce.

Or the way she looked down at him, with amusement, but not the contempt he saw in others, like the mean girls in high school, or the frat boys in college, or the Carbuncles.

In any case, the view greatly contributed to his stuttered apology.

"Er... um... er... s-s-s-sorry, Ma'am! Gulp!"

"Heh! Don't apologize, kid. Bumping into someone's a good way to meet." She held out her hand. "Jade."

He took it, shifting the urn to another arm, "W-W-Wade Wilson."

"Well, Jade meets Wade. You seem a bit nice for this place, Wade. You win a prize or something?"

"Er... um... uh... no... um... a friend of mine died recently."

"Oh! The urn. I see."

"She wanted me to spread her ashes around this place. She used to come here."

"Ah, well, sorry for your loss. She must have been special to you."

"She was 'sniff!' Um, sorry, I'm kind of trying to get my head around it."

"That's okay, kid. I hope the rest of your time gets better. Well, gotta go put my shit away. Maybe we can meet sometime?" she smiled.

"Er... um... yes. I'd kind of like that." Wow! Did I just make a date?! With her?! Gee!

Jade smiled and nodded, turned and walked toward her bungalow.

Wade goggled, marveling at her sleek panther body, including a near perfect ass.

"Wow!" Wade thought, then scampered into his own bungalow.

****

Before I head into my bungalow, I turn and take a look at Wade as he goes into his. A look at his backside confirms my vow: I am going to fucking tap that before this gig is over.

Bloody well not surprised. I'm not gay but that ass of his does shame the best, male or female.

Not to mention his cock. One look at that love sausage, and I barely stopped myself from jumping him then and there.

Where does a guy like that come from? Looks like a boy scout, stumbles around like a nerd, comes off like Morris, yet out-cock's Ron Jeremy. Plus, a backside to make gay porn stars shit themselves with envy. Bloody hell!

This is going to be the strangest gig since Morris, I know that much. I'm also feeling not a little anger. Not at the kid but the Carbuncles.

Yeah, I'm feeling it too. I saw that kid's look when he talked about Ellen Rosenkrantz.

The kid genuinely liked her. Maybe there was something deeper, but the Carbuncles wanting him dead just feels very very wrong... and I don't get this kind of vibe very often.

It's money. Has to be. The Carbuncles want something that'll get them a lot of money, and the kid's in the way.

Makes sense, Boss. Ellen died; she probably left a will. The kid might be in it.

The question is, do the Carbuncles know about the will's contents, or if the kid's in it? If so, how?

We'll figure that out later. Right now, I want to settle in and get some sleep. Even professional assassins get jet-lagged.

Yeah, I'm feeling it too, and I'm just a disembodied voice in your head.

Heh! I go inside my bungalow, which is pretty well set up.

Luxurious as fuck.

I already have an idea how to get some money out of this, but I need help. I think the people I have in mind might be up for it. They don't like Carbuncle's kind either.

It already sounds juicy, and you getting to have fun with the kid as well.

You know me, Boss. I always like mixing business with pleasure.

Your trademark.

I need some more info on the kid and Ellen Rosenkrantz first. I want a clearer picture why the Carbuncles want him dead, and whether the kid is the genuine article.

Makes it easier if the kid's clean as he looks.

Yep, I send another query to Lenny, then another two to a couple of acquaintances, and a final one to another about his availability. After that, a bit of rest to take off this jet lag. I get a slight chill in the back of my neck, laying in bed.

You think there's going to be trouble?

This gig's been too easy by far, Boss.

Yeah, got a point.

Something's going to come up. I got a feeling. Nothing I can do about it at the moment. I can deal with it tomorrow with a clear head. Right now, sleepy time.

Right with you.

****

The Casa Verde Resort and Spa ran on a twenty four seven schedule, mostly for maintenance, and to accommodate those guests with a party all night lifestyle (more than a few rock stars patronized the resort).

It was not uncommon for new arrivals to check in late at the main building. Quite a few of the Quality preferred this, for discretion, and to discourage lurking paparazzi.

The concierge on duty overnight knew this well, and he made little note of three new guests who checked in over the following hours.

While he didn't recognize any of them, he couldn't know everyone. They were on the reservation list, and they had money to rent out their respective bungalows. That was all that mattered.

The first one did give him a chill, he admitted. He was handsome, tall, pale, with straight light-blonde hair, and ice cold blue eyes.

He looked and spoke like a Nazi SS officer right out of a Spielberg movie.

He was a high level exec for a German car manufacturer, here as a gift from his colleagues for stellar work in the past year.

The second one, who came in hours later, was also tall. She was a hard-bodied redhead who scowled at him like he was a bug to be crushed.

She apparently ran some major cosmetics company he'd never heard about.

He didn't like her but kept a professional face as he quickly checked her in.

The last one looked vaguely familiar. He recognized her as a famous actress from Japan, Yuki Masaki.

He heard some scandal surrounded her, and she might have some cash problems, but her card checked out.

Overall these three were among the notables who checked in on an uneventful night.

"It's going to be a quiet week," thought the concierge as he clocked off his shift.

****

Wade rose early the next morning. He showered, brushed his teeth, and read the instructions from the will.

Ellen was very detailed, the extra instructions were given to him by Margot Sims, after the Carbuncles left.

"Ellen planned this carefully, Wade," she'd told him. "She didn't want you to know. Don't ask why. She certainly doesn't want her relatives to know either, so be careful what you say to others, at least until you get to the resort."

Wade took a glance at himself in the mirror. His body was smooth, and hairless, something he'd never quite gotten used to, but Ellen liked him this way.

She'd arranged for a full body wax and electrolysis, for him, at the resort's spa. Wade thought it odd.

"I don't think so, from her perspective, Wade. You knew her. I'd think you'd know her idiosyncrasies. She wants a memory of you from the other side." Margot's face had a mild smile.

"I guess so," Wade thought. It was a tribute to her memory in a way.

It also helped him blend in with the other guests. Most opted for hairless bodies as well.

He took the urn and stepped out the door. The day was young, but already warm. The bungalow across from his was quiet.

Is she awake? Doesn't look like it.

He walked down to the beach for a breakfast at the Casa Verde Beachside Eatery and Bar.

A few early risers were there, mostly professional athletes getting their breakfast in, after morning exercise. He recognized a couple.

Wow! If the tabloids knew!

A few others were there as well. He recognized an internationally famous pop star.

Holy cow! Her?! Here?! And she's looking at me! Geez! Is she licking her lips?!

Blushing Wade took a table on the patio, picked a menu, and waited. He still couldn't get over the best of Quality admiring his body.

A waitress, very pretty, very nude, took his order (ham, scrambled eggs with guacamole, and orange juice).

It was a good breakfast. Wade could watch the sun rise while he ate. He looked at the urn. The next stop was the botanical gardens near the woods.

"The Rose Palace," Wade thought. "The note said she met her first real lover there." His eyes grew wet again. A good woman.

He finished his breakfast, rose, and took the urn.

Wade walked up the beach, heading north, unaware of the cold eyes watching his progress.

There he is. What a harmless looking fellow. This should be easy.

The Professional cared not what this young man had done. The contractor wanted him dead so he was good as such. The contractor offered good money.

"Couldn't do work in no better place," the Professional thought.

Jade Dragon

First thing I do when I get up is check my email.

Business first, shower later.

I got four responses, all good. New info on Ellen Rosenkrantz: good 'cause I need better guesses where Wade is going.

He'll be all over the resort. A good profile of Ellen will help figure where she most likely hung about.

Yeah, and take a look at this Boss.

Wow! I didn't know that!

Yeah, I even read some of her stuff. Whodathought.

Life's full of surprises.

Lenny also says, and Harry confirms, that Wade's the genuine article. Merit badges in the Boy Scouts. Well-liked by his friends. Helps out in charities. Not so much as a speeding ticket.

Harry added a personal note: "The kid's so clean he's almost too good to be true. It's almost annoying." Another note: "Scuttlebutt says there's three other party goers in the area. Stay edgy."

Damn! If it's related to the kid, it's going to be a festival.

Somebody in the family, or all of them, must be desperate.

Probably, plus those fucks brought in three hitters and didn't tell me.

They probably don't know about you, or each other.

Not the first gig where I had to deal with competition. I'm beyond pissed right now. First at the triple dealing. Second, that the Boils would send killers after an innocent kid.

That family's begging for bullets.

I'm gonna nuke 'em first, but the priority is finding Wade before the hitters do.

Plus, you have to figure who they are.

I think that'll be easy, Boss. It's a small world. If you don't run into one in the course of business, reputation, yours and theirs, fills the gap.

****

Wade walked through the Rose Palace, gaping in awe.

Wow! It's so... so... beautiful!

The Rose Palace was the centerpiece of the Casa Verde Botanical Gardens. It was a large greenhouse, devoted exclusively to two things: roses, and fucking among roses.

The sheer number and variety were stunning. He didn't have much knowledge of roses, but he could see why the palace was special to Ellen.

A stumble across a few couples, coupling among the nooks, clued him to the other reason.

His face was red as many of the flowers by the time he reached his destination: a small fountain, with a statue of the Three Graces carrying pitchers of water. Red roses were planted around the base.

She wants some of herself to lay here.

He took a couple of handfuls of Ellen and spread them on the soil. Then he stood to pay quiet respects.

"Humph, what crass sentimentality," Hans Krupp thought. He was not a sentimental man. Sentimentality was weakness.

Hans would seem almost a stereotype to a viewer, but some people conform to them. He hailed from a long line of people who despised weakness, and adhered to that philosophy which targeted them.

Such as this one.

"A pity," he thought. "That schwanztucker could pleasure many a Fraulein, but then, it would spread many of his weak, decadent, probably mongrel genes. Best to take him out of the pool."

The problem for Hans was how to carry out the contract. This resort was full of places for discreet activity, but he very well couldn't carry weapons about.

I'll have to improvise.

Hans decided a quick, quiet, but direct approach would be best.

No real stealth. Try to keep the threat from my face. Keep him off guard. I'm just a fellow guest looking for directions.

A step up close, followed by a chop to the nose to put fragments in his brain, or to his throat to crush his larynx, then a casual walk out.

Best way to do it. Quick, efficient. I'll be gone before anyone notices.

The young man noticed him. His expression grew curious.

"The kid looks like a lamb," the Hitter sneered. "This is going to be easy."

"Hans!"

The voice startled him. It came from behind. It was female, unfamiliar.

"But she called me by name," he thought, turning around to confront her.

The smiling face was also unfamiliar. The woman was beautiful, but the emerald green hair clued him to whom he faced.

"Jade Dragon! You're here for the tar...?"

"My date, here! Hi Wade, nice to see you again."

"Uh, hi Miss, uh, Jade," Wade smiled, happy to see her. He didn't quite notice how happy. Jade did, but ignored it.

"This is my old pal, Hans Krupp. Say hi to Wade, Hans."

Hans, keeping a wary side eye to Jade, glanced at Wade.

"Guten Morgen, Wade."

"Uh, hi?" Wade didn't like this man. He looks like a Nazi. He'd seen the man approach. Something about his looks sent a chill through his spine. But Jade knows him. Maybe he's not that bad.

"So what brings you here, Hans 'as if I didn't know'? I thought places like this weren't your style, 'from the intelligence reports I read on this fucker'."

"There's first for everything, mein Freund. A nice, out of the way, resort is a good spot for business... and play." His grin suggested both lust, and menace.

"We can play here if you want," Jade grinned back, returning the subtle message.

"Would you like your little friend to watch while I play with you? I can play with him when I'm finished."

"I don't think he swings that way," said Jade. She placed herself between Wade and Hans, standing with her back very close to the young man. Something poked her ass.

"Eep! Sorry!"

"Don't be kid. Remember where you are."

"That shwantztucker I saw seems very eager for some action," Hans came very close to Jade. Careful Hans. She is very formidable. I need to limit her movements.

Jade Dragon

I'd never met Hans Krupp, casually or professionally. He's good, really good. So I heard.

One of the top five, according to the IIS' (International Intelligence Syndicate, read Morris Micklewhite and The Dangerous Jade) list.

Pretty handsome too.

Yeah, but his family's been Nazi since the Beer Putsch. This guy's so into it I'm almost expecting to see Indiana Jones walk in. Good guess where Wade would be next by the way.

Her bio had a list. I figured Wade would go down it. Right now, the problem is taking out Hans, while keeping the kid in the dark. I don't want to deal with a panicky young man, and a professional assassin at the same time.

Right, keep him oblivious, and in sight. 'Sides, it'll give you better opportunities to fuck him.

On the Boss' words I suddenly get the craziest, freakiest idea ever. Something I never tried before: killing two birds with one stone. One bird, at least.

Wade had been standing still, watching Jade talk to the strange German guy.

"Maybe I should leave," he thought. He'd spread Miss Rosenkrantz's ashes and thought maybe to head to Jade's bungalow for that date.

Her surprising presence took care of the latter, but she seemed to be flirting with the German. Hans, she called him.

The whole scene was weird. It looked like the two were flirting, but with a disturbing undertone.

It's almost as if they were... threatening each other.

Jade and Hans had the look of two bullies, sizing each other up before the schoolyard brawl.

When Jade placed herself between Wade and Hans, her body obscured his view.

He immediately caught a different view, more interesting than some SS officer: Jade's very firm, hard body bubble ass.

Wade's rod reacted, to his red-faced mortification, especially when its tip brushed near her crack.

Wade's quick apology, followed by Jade's reassurances, didn't help alleviate his embarrassment.

Such mortification, however intense, was completely obliterated by a move so unexpected, so utterly gonzo, Wade's mind nearly shut down, unable to process it.

The emerald-haired Amazon reached behind her back, and grabbed his cock.

At the same time, she grabbed Hans'.

"What?!"

"Scheisse!"

"Let's fuck!" Jade savagely grinned, drawing Hans forward.

She backed into Wade, using her hand to draw the shocked young man's cock between her buns.

Simultaneously, she tangled her feet around Hans, tripping him, causing his body to fall against hers.

The action was fluid. She used both hands to guide two cocks inside her; one from behind, one from the front.

Hans momentum carried the trio backward. Jade moved her hands around Hans' firm ass, while keeping her body against Wade.

Got to time this just right. I can't break the kid, but I need to keep Hans against me, restrict his movements. I do that, I can use one of the Jersey Willows I saw at the fountain.

Jersey Willow roses had the sharpest, longest thorns in existence.

Nature's most beautiful barbed wire. All I need do is fall in arm's reach.

The ground beneath the trio was a cushioned grass carpet. While the paths leading to the flower displays were cobblestones, the areas around them had thick, hardy, very green grass; perfect for assignations in a swingers nude resort.

Wade landed on his back. In spite the soft grass, the shock of the fall, plus Jade landing on him, squeezed out a gasp, "Uff!"

Jade's weight served to further drive Wade's hard cock deeper inside, bringing forth a pleasured grunt of her own.

Jade Dragon

I don't have time to appreciate the kid's schlong in my ass.

That's for later I suspect.

Definitely later. I have to take down Hans first.

In your own unique fashion.

I bring my arms around his shoulders, and my legs around his waist, and hug tight. The whole action was quick; Hans is shocked, but it looks like his cock doesn't mind, because he's hard inside me. I clench my thighs and ass, and start milking them both.

May as well have some fun while you're working Hans. So here's the scene folks: there's a young college boy, with a confused but increasingly pleasured look on his face, laying underneath a hot, hard-bodied, professional assassin.

Said assassin's deep back passage is currently pumping the kid's long, thick cock, with the assistance of her rock hard bubble ass glutes.

She is, at the same time, "servicing" a "colleague" by holding his hard cock (which, while not as impressive as young Wade's, is good enough) in her pussy.

Said colleague's struggles against Jade are also serving to drive him deeper inside her.

In other words, a threesome for the ages.

Ughn! I wouldn't (urgh!) put it so (aargh!) lewdly, Boss but (ugh!) I guess that's the gist!

"You fucking piece of subhuman whoreshit! I'll make it slow for you and this worm when I get free!"

Good thing this fuck is speaking German. I don't think the kid understands.

I don't think the kid cares, Boss. He's too busy cumming in my ass.

Wade, for his part, pleasured in the touch of Jade's firm ass on his groin, and her anal walls around his cock. His mind swirled with confusion, shock, lust, and awe.

Oh geez! Oh fuck! What's happening?! Oh geez! My cock is in her ass! Oh God! I'm gonna cum!

Wade had never done anal before, nor been inside a woman in any capacity. He'd come close several times, but she'd never gone that far with him. He didn't so much cum as explode. A burst of cream soaked three different groins.

Jade

I feel the wet burst. That boy has a lot in him. I don't have time to take pleasure in that now. Hans is starting to gain leverage.

Looks like he's starting his orgasm too. I need to make my move now.

I reach out and grab a rose, wincing in pain. Jersey Willows aren't all that deadly, usually. You can cut yourself on their thorns. The only worry you have after that is infection, easily avoided if you clean and disinfect.

However, in the right hands, the thorns can be as deadly as any knife. All it takes is enough force.

From a skilled hand to hand combatant.

And the right spot.

Like the ear, with a long, sharp one.

I didn't like uprooting a good rose, but necessity, Boss.

I know.

Wade heard the German grunt, almost like a short scream. He couldn't exactly see the German's head. He had glimpses of his body, and the German's hands and arms were on each side of him.

Wade's hands were mostly on Jade's hips and ass. His fingers occasionally brushed the German but, for the most part, Jade's body blocked his view.

The German had been yelling in his language earlier, but now he sounded muffled.

Is she kissing him?

In any case, Jade writhed and ground between them, until the German settled.

Wade, by then, had cum several times. He didn't know what Jade did with the German.

Jade rolled off Wade. His cock exited her ass with a slurp and a pop, followed by a gush of cum.

Wade lay, staring at the glass ceiling, mouth agape, and brown eyes wide. "Wowowowowowow..." scrolled like a ticker through his head.

He turned his head. Jade was on her side, still entangled with the German. His arm was limp on Jade's back.

Jade's ass and pussy were wet. Wade nearly felt his erection return.

Jade disentangled from the German, and rolled back to face Wade.

"That was a good one. Was it good for you?"

"Uh..."

Jade

I look at the kid. He looks like Morris after the shower in that motel.

All clean cut, and no longer as virginal as before. He's probably in love with you.

Maybe, Boss. Hope not. I don't like complications.

"You did good kid. You think you can do as well with the front door?"

"Er... um... I... uh... don't know."

"Well, let's go to the showers and find out. Can you stand?"

"I think so."

Young Wade stands. He's a bit unsteady but that passes. I can't help but admire his cock; even at rest, it's perfect. I'm looking forward to the shower.

Wade stood, looking at Jade. Her nude body gleamed with sweat, and cum ran from her wet pussy, down her legs.

The German lay on his side, eyes closed.

"Is he okay?"

"Yeah, he always passes out after a good fuck. Let him sleep. It's shower time."

Wade grinned. He picked up the urn and followed Jade, happy for the first time since he came to the resort. He looked forward to the shower.

Jade

I'm not concerned with leaving Hans. There's a reason why Casa Verde is so popular with the Quality.

Discretion and secrecy. Practically a religion in this place.

This resort is scandalous enough without the occasional dead body. They might not like someone doing business here, but between the occasional suicide, accident, and yes, murder, they've perfected the art of quiet, discreet body disposal.

Wouldn't be surprised if he ends up in under one of the rose displays.

Also the reason they only keep cameras in the main building. Everything else here is out of sight, out of mind.

****

The Woman watched the couple heading for the showers. She licked her lips, pussy wet with anticipation.

"Mmmm, Jade Dragon," she lusted.

She'd never met her personally but knew her by reputation. The emerald hair, plus the show by the fountain, were dead giveaways.

She is good. I didn't know Hans Krupp was here, nor Jade. Is the client trying to cheat me?

The target was of little consequence.

No challenge there. A cute little pup but that cock and ass, damn! It's almost a pity to kill him.

Jade was an unexpected, but pleasant, surprise. The opportunity to take down the famous Jade Dragon, with the mark as an after dinner snack, nearly made her cum right there.

"Maybe I can have a little fun with both first," she mused, following.

To Be Continued.