A Rumble of Frost chapter 6

New York City, Frost Safehouse, February 12th 2001, 10:00 AM EDT

I'd  expected Felicia to stick around after she dropped me at the safe  house, but she just passed me a clean phone she with her number on it  and told me she would call when she was free. She apparently wanted to  take advantage of the gap I made in Kingpin's organization to wreak some  havoc, and didn't have time to train me at the moment. She just asked  that I keep the phone on me in case she ran into some problems and  needed my muscle, which sounded fair to me then she headed out to go  about her business.

After she  was gone, I headed to bed, and when I woke up the next morning decided  to take a look around my new digs. Felicia hasn't skimped on this place.  The 'safehouse' she'd gotten for me was a pretty swanky penthouse. It  had a nice, open balcony, dark marble floors, an open floor plan, a  second story, and even an outdoor pool I was happy to take advantage of  when I had the time. Since this was HER safe house, I assumed she liked  to live in luxury, and that her regular place was probably nicer, but  this was definitely plenty for me.

It  also had working wifi, so the StarkTech phone she'd given me could  connect to the internet, and I used that to do a bit of research on New  York and some of the people here. Unfortunately I wasn't really the  'research' type, so I found jack shit. I even tried searching 'Kingpin'  directly, but whoever this guy was, he wasn't exactly the type to leave a  footprint. I had a feeling anyone who posted rumors about him BECAME a  rumor, at least based on how scared Hector seemed.

I  shot off a text to Peter, asking him if he could help me out with some  research, or knew anyone who could, then another to Gwen checking up on  what she wanted to do for our date. Since I was texting everyone anyway,  I also texted Betty, wishing her good morning and texting her a  shirtless picture of me in front of my pool with a 'wish you were here'  tag. Figured the no shirt swanky pool combo would get her attention.

After  her work flirtation I was curious what her reaction would be. I set a  pretty flirty tone with that, but it wasn't directly over the line of  decency. She could come back with a topless pic, or a comment, or just  change the subject, depending on how interested she was. My phone lit up  with a call, and I answered smugly. "William Frost, you shouldn't be  sending pictures like that to someone my age. I'm old enough to be your  mother." Her voice sounded flustered, and I didn't bother hiding the  smirk since no one could see it.

"Ah,  so you're one of those girls. I don't mind calling you mommy, but you  have to earn it." Her stuttering mumbles of outrage were amusing, but I  decided to throw her a bone. "Why the sudden change in tone Betty? You  seemed plenty interested in me when we talked last time. I admit I was  looking forward to a bit more flirting. You're an absolutely stunning  woman, and I don't mind a bit of maturity."

She  cleared her throat, trying to get rid of the stammer. "I didn't know  how old you were before. You came in with Peter, but you're huge. I just  assumed you were an older brother figure or something. You're in  excellent shape, you don't LOOK like a teenager. I just...if people at  work find out I'm hitting on one of the new boys and how old you are I'm  going to look like a desperate cougar. You should really focus on girls  your own age Billy."

I  rolled my eyes. She could have texted me that, she'd called to try to  get more time talking to me. But I could see her point about work.  "Well, we don't have to be flirty at work. I'm freelance, and I'll  rarely be coming in. We can see each other socially and keep things  strictly professional at work. I don't want to make things hard for you  at your job, but I can't stop thinking about the things you said to me."

That  was a bit manipulative honestly. I considered not saying it. The  implication that her flirting was the reason for my interest was a  little dishonest, but she was always free to turn me down. I could  already tell she didn't want to. Betty thought I was hot, and from what I  could tell, being younger made her hotter if anything. "I..." Her voice  sounded a bit hoarse. "You shouldn't say things like that Billy. Or  send those kinds of pictures. I'm too old for you. Are you even  attracted to me? What kind of appeal could I have to a teenager?"

Her  voice was hungry. I grinned wickedly at the tone. That question wasn't a  real request for information. It was an excuse to list all the things  about her I found sexy. She was fishing for me to say something dirty.  "i don't know if I should say, Betty." I put on an embarrassed tone. "I  mean, I liked our conversation, but we didn't get to talk much. A lot of  things that drew me to you were a bit shallow. I'm sure you know how  fantastic your body is. You don't need me telling you all the things I'd  like to do to you."

The  audible gulp over the phone was followed by a shaky response. "You like  me body huh? You're a pretty dirty boy, thinking those kinds of things.  I thought I saw you looking down my top though. Did you like staring at  my big tits Billy? Did you want to touch them?" She gave a shuddering  breath. "God I bet those big hands of yours could palm one of my tits  easy."

"I  wouldn't know." I said innocently. "I guess I'd have to see them first.  Although, I did send you a topless pic just now. It only seems fair that  you do the same. As an older woman, you should be teaching me all about  fairness, shouldn't you Betty? You don't want to corrupt me do you?" I  was pretty sure the stuff at work had just been her being a flirt, but  knowing my age had made this dirty and incredibly appealing to her. I  loved it.

"I.."  She hesitated. "Billy that's really not appropriate. But...I guess I  did already see you." She was mostly talking to herself at this point.  "It doesn't seem right for you to be the only one to send a picture. It  wouldn't be fair. I'm just going to send one. That should be fine. You  can't show this to anyone though. I'm not going to show my face in it so  even if you did no one would know it was me, but if I find out anyone  else saw this...I'll stop talking to you right away. Understood?" That  last was a fun bit of honestly, letting me know she intended to keep  this going.

I  assured her no one else would see it, that it was just for me. She was  silent for a minute before a picture containing a pair of tanned  chocolate tipped breasts appeared on my phone. They were fantastic,  perky, though with just a tiny bit of sag from their size, very bouncy.  Betty's voice was timid. "There. Now we're even. I hope you enjoyed  yourself young man." She paused for a minute. "Did you? Enjoy yourself? I  wasn't sure you'd like them. They aren't as perky as they used to be. I  know you're probably used to younger tits."

"They're  gorgeous Betty. Even sexier than I thought they'd be. You have no clue  how hard that made me. Do you want to see?" I knew that would be a good  way to escalate things. Once she saw my dick, aside from being shocked  and turned on, she'd also have an excuse to show me more of her body.  Then it would only be a quick ride to fuckville. Sadly, it seemed like  that wasn't in the cards though.

"I  don't think that's a good idea." She said quickly. "We're even now.  This was dirty, I shouldn't have done it. I'll talk to you later Billy."  She hung up immediately. I cursed. Yeah, that had been my bad. I pushed  it too far. It was fine, she'd be obsessing over this for weeks, and  eventually get back in touch, that was if she didn't text me now to  leave a window op-my phone dinged.

Grinning,  I opened a text from Betty. Another tit shot, with her finger in front  of her mouth in a shushing motion. Her upper face still wasn't visible,  so it wasn't obviously her. The caption under the picture said 'sorry,  things were getting too intense. this is so you don't forget about me'. I  sent her a return text telling her how gorgeous she was but the  conversation didn't pick back up. I didn't mind. She'd text me next time  she was feeling extra horny, if only for the pick me up from me telling  her how sexy she was.

Briefly,  I wondered if I should mention this to Gwen, but I waved it off. She  wasn't my girlfriend or anything. We were going on a first date. Me  banging some milf from work wasn't her business, just like I wasn't  going to mention clapping Felicia's fat cheeks if I got to tap that. If  we got along and started dating I'd figure it out then. Besides, I  needed SOMEONE to drain my balls. Gwen was a badass and kind of sweet,  but she struck me as a bit of a princess. I didn't mind waiting until  she was ready if that was the case, but having someone like Betty to  take out my frustrations on could only help.

Speaking  of Gwen, I'd gotten a response from her and Peter both. Gwen's was a  kind of rambly cute little rant about how she never said it was a date,  and she was just wanting to hear about my interview. Then another, more  clipped text that a steakhouse would be nice, but not to read too much  into it. Which was adorable. She was right in that I hadn't specified it  was a date, but dinner was much more intimate. It was DEFINITELY a  date. Peter's message was more straightforward, asking me if he could  call. I confirmed, and the next second my screen lit up again.

"Are  you stoned?" Demanded my only real guy friend. "Because hard drugs are  the only reason I can think of that you would do something as  monumentally stupid as trying to FIND the Kingpin. You're a big strong  guy Billy, but the Kingpin isn't someone you fuck around with. You're  going to get yourself killed." He sounded pissed, which was new. Pete  was a pretty laid back guy, and he was usually in good spirits. He must  be serious about this.

Still,  he didn't have all the information here. I weighed my options. I could  just tell him to forget it. He probably wouldn't and it would strain  things with my friend. I could push without telling him why, and he  might stop talking to me altogether going from his serious tone. Or...I  could tell him the deal. Show him my power, and ask him to join up. Pete  might not be a superhero or whatever, but most teams had a guy in the  van. His tech skills could come in handy, gods knew I had no knack for  it, and somehow I doubted tits mcgee in the leather catsuit was a secret  hacking genius.

Not  that I judged her for it. I had the same deficiency, but she struck me  as more of a physical sneaking kind of thief than a computer nerd. Maybe  some security system bullshit, but from some of his casual comments, I  was pretty sure Peter was like, a mensa level genius. We could use  someone like that even if they didn't have powers. I mulled it over for a  minute. Peter and I hadn't known each other long, but he'd been a total  bro the whole time. He'd helped me get a job, gave me cheap food, and  just generally gone out of his way to be helpful.

Plus,  if he decided to rat on me I could just crush him. Not that I was  enthused about the possibility, and I didn't think it would happen, but I  was confident in being able to handle any fallout. With the benefits  outweighing the risks, I took a deep breath, addressing the angry  silence of my waiting friend. "Can we talk at your place? I have some  things I want to ask and somethings to tell you, and it'll be easier in  person."

If I  was going to take the risk of telling Peter, and it was a risk even if  it was one I was confident I could handle the fallout from, I wanted to  at least keep the safehouse on the DL just in case. He had my name, but  not much more, and phones could be ditched. Trust but verify was the  name of the game. He paused for a second before sighing. "Yeah. I guess  that's a good idea. I doubt you'd have decided to do this on a whim, if  I'm talking you out of it face to face is best." He rattled off an  address. "My aunt will be home, but I doubt she'll mind me having  friends over. I'll tell her we're expecting company."

I  exhaled in relief. Having his aunt around would make an overreaction  less likely. People were more careful when they had loved ones nearby.  I'd never hurt her of course, but just knowing things could get out of  hand should keep the conversation civil. Should at least make it  unnecessary for me to worry about not being able to escape. "Alright  man, see you there." I paused, feeling like I needed to at least end  things on a good note. "And Pete? Thanks for hearing me out. I promise  this situation isn't what you think it is."

Maybe  I was riding a bit high on finding my first teammate, but at the very  least, I'd talk to him. Having a computer genius on staff would be  nothing but helpful, and more than that, I kind of wanted to let my  buddy in on the action. Besides, Pete was kind of a nerd. It would be  hilarious to see him react to Felicia 'make dem titties bounce' Hardy.  Whatever the outcome, I was doing what I thought was right, and that was  really all I needed. I was a follow your instincts kind of guy, and  mine told me Pete was ok. I guessed I would have to wait and see if they  were right.