Crash and Burn

A/N: Thanks for r&ring! This one gets a little bit more interesting... Not sure how it turned out, but here it is!

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Later that night found Sarah Connor at the bar drinking casually with a man-- Greenway-- who worked at the power plant at Serrano Point and was the current target of their most recent mission. Unfortunately, they weren't entirely clear as to what that mission was: termination, as Cameron and Derek liked to believe, or protection as Sarah was more partial to. Either way, she was on him.

Cameron had come along to the bar sporting a fake ID that confirmed she was twenty-one and a leopard print, cleavage showing corset that made the 'of age' cover that much more convincing. Her orders were not to terminate anyone-- if it could be avoided-- and hopefully find someone with the appropriate identification that would allow them entrance into a secured sector of the plant.

She found her target with relative ease: a man playing pool with a buddy of his. An initial assessment showed that both men had been drinking, only slightly intoxicated.

Curving her lips upwards into a smile that she had once witnessed Sarah using on a security guard, Cameron approached the pair. She shoved her hands into the pockets of her tight, denim mini-skirt stopping a few feet from the men. Her eyes flashed to the badge still being worn on the men and did a quick scan. She had what she needed and could easily just walk away now. But for some reason, she wished to stay.

"Hi. I'm Cindy. I'm new in town." She glanced at the large table laid out before her. "This looks like fun."

The pair grinned, giving her a thorough and lingering lecherous once over. "Well, Cindy," said the first man, grinning at her. "This may look like fun, but Bob here's got 50 bucks says he can beat anyone in this bar." He nudged his friend. "Ain't that right, Bob?"

Cameron's head quirked to the side. "I'll play you, Bob."

The men laughed at her. "You ever played this game before?"

Shrugging her shoulders, causing her breasts to push together in a busting little display, she smiled. "How hard could it be?"

"Oh, it's plenty hard, girl." The first man approached her, rounding to stand behind her. "Let me show you." He pressed against her back and an initial scan confirmed he had started to become aroused. This was good; aroused males were easiest to control.

"Now, what you're gonna do is take this stick and lean over the table." He wrapped his arms around her, showing her how to properly hold the stick and pushed her so that she bent forward. His crotch pushed into her ass and she noted the beginnings of an erection.

He found her attractive.

This was conducive to the mission, but Cameron did not enjoy the man's contact.

"Now slide it through your fingers. Relax and get a real good feel." Judging by tone of voice and the growing strain against her backside, she inferred this was meant as a lewd comment. "That's right. Nice and easy."

Frowning, she no longer cared for anything the man had to show her. After gathering the basic premise for the game-- use the white ball to knock the colored balls into the pockets spread throughout the table, leaving the black ball for last-- she took her shot.

Easy.

Several balls pocketed instantly, and she straightened up, pushing the man back. She glanced at Bob. "Still my shot. Right, Bob?"

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His mom was out. Derek was out. Cameron was out. In fact, they were all out together doing recon on the stupid Serrano Point power plant. And him? He was stuck home alone with absolutely nothing to do and the orders to 'behave himself'. And normally that would really bother him.

Lucky enough for John Connor, that night was turning out decidedly less normal.

Currently, he was lying back on his bed, being straddled by the voluptuously curvy Riley Dawson. She was grinning down at him, her hands placed on his bare chest, rubbing little designs with her fingers. Her skirt had managed to bunch up once more around her hips and waist, the tops of her stockings visible. The jacket she wore upon her arrival earlier that evening was tossed on the floor along with John's shirt and the skin-tight aquamarine tank she wore was delightfully low-cut.

John could feel the hot, bare skin beneath that skirt as it pressed into his abdomen. She was wet, moistening his skin with her fluids. Biting her pink lower lip, Riley leaned forward, pressing against him to whisper in his ear.

"You were good to me, now I'll be good to you." Her smile was as slinky as her shirt and as she edged down his body trailing soft breasts and hot fingertips along his chest, her eyes looked downright burning. She nipped and kissed and licked at his skin as she went finally stopping at the waistband of his jeans. Kissing his navel just above his jeans, she grinned and brought her hands to his belt. Nimble fingers undid it and pulled the strip of leather from his loops. She tossed the item aside and began popping the button on his jeans, unzipping them.

She licked her gloss-covered lips and gave him a scorching glance, before sifting her hands below his waist. She searched him out and pulled him free, his manhood already throbbing in her hands.

John was watching her with intense eyes, still not believing this was really happening to him. That she was...

Oh god.

That she was leaning her head forward and licking his dick with the tip of her tongue. He inhaled sharply and resisted the urge to cum right there on her face. He became increasingly grateful for that resistance as he felt her moist lips wrap around his head and give an exploratory suck.

Her mouth released him, hands still gripping his length, and she licked her lips again. She glanced up at him. "You taste good, John," she murmured, her breath sweeping along the head of his dick. His breathing heavy, he gripped the sheets of his bed tightly.

Grinning, Riley opened her mouth once more and popped his head inside, but she didn't stop there this time. This time, she moved her head lower, taking in more of his cock into the warm wet cavity of her mouth. Her tongue danced along his length, teasing him inside her. Soft, silky strands of her blond hair danced along his skin and her hands massaged his base. John let out low groan, as she kept taking more and more of him into her mouth, slowly, torturously, but oh so perfectly.

And when his head finally hit the back of her throat, John cried out. "Fuck!" He arched his pelvis up from the bed, shoving abruptly into her mouth. Only momentarily surprised, she took his length as he shoved his cock deep down her throat. She pushed him back down onto the bed, and began bobbing her head up and down, sucking him.

"Oh fuck!" John yelled out again. "Fuck, Riley!"

She moaned, the sound reverberating in her throat and sending tiny shocks through his dick. Her pace had become quick and steady, deep throating him. John couldn't take this; it was too much. He could feel it building, hot and intense. And when her hand gave his balls a squeeze, he was there.

"FUCK YES!" He yelled out, shoving upward again until his cock was deep down her throat and he was shooting his load into her. He came hard and heaving, shooting several times down her throat. For her part, Riley had no trouble swallowing him. She waited patiently for him to finish and soften, before she finally pulled away and lifted up her head.

John was breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath. Riley pulled herself up licking her lips, crouching on all fours, and slinked her way up to him. She rested against his chest.

"You are officially amazing," John muttered with a sated smile.

She grinned broadly at him. "Thank you."

"Where did you learn that?" He asked, still coming down from the spiraling high she just sent him on. "And what do I have to do to get you to do it again?"

Giggling slightly, the sound rolling through her body and into his, she rested her chin on his chest and glanced up at him. She bit her lower lip. "I can think of a few things you could do..."

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Sarah and Cameron left the bar several hundred dollars richer thanks to Cameron's talent with geometry. Greenway hadn't given Sarah much, besides his number if she ever 'needed anything', but she had managed to find out that he had a tendency to be overly cautious when it came to the power plant. Apparently there had been some problems, questionable safety issues, and these problems could put the plant on hold or even get it shut down.

"Someone vandalized Greenway's car," reported Derek, whom had been snooping around that very car at the time. "I think they're trying to scare him off."

Sarah nodded in agreement. "And somehow I doubt it's a terminator."

"What did you get from Greenway?" Derek asked as the three of them headed to the car.

Sarah shrugged. "Besides his number?"

Derek's eyes narrowed suspiciously as he stared hard at her. "And?"

"And what?"

"And what are you going to do with that number?" Derek demanded hotly.

Sarah eyed him momentarily, before slamming the door to the driver's side closed behind her. "That's none of your business Reese."

He didn't seem convinced, and opened his mouth to further argue the point, when Cameron, perfect timing as usual, chimed in. "Perhaps she will bang him."

Both Sarah and Derek rounded on her-- she was seated in the back-- and glared ferociously. She seemed completely oblivious to any discomfort or anger she might have caused. Derek slammed the door on the passenger side and Sarah sped off, trying to ignore the angry looks Derek was sending her way.

What was his problem anyway?