Author's note
: This has been part of Literotica's inofficial Tag Team Competition and was written by Zeb_Carter and me. Zeb was so kind and allowed me to keep the story, but I need to make it abundantly clear that without him, the story would only be half as good. Thank you!
Story Note
: This story takes place in an alternate reality, where there are no STD's, no AIDS and where sex is a joyful and happy experience. The authors have also taken literary license with some transportation destinations.
- - The Big Catch - -
Outside, it was oppressively hot. The old air conditioning unit fought valiantly to keep the office of JJ Courier Service hospitable. Janet Cameron and Jason Schroeder were both in the office. This wasn't unusual when they had just finished a job. They were co-owners, managers and the sole employees of JJ Courier Service. Their motto, "You have it, we move it." Concise and to the point, just as they hoped their service would be
Jason sat with his big feet up on his desk. He was holding a Guns and Ammo magazine in his large hands, yet was gazing over the magazine at his partner Janet who he affectionately called Jay. They had only been in business together a short time. Reaching to his right hip, he adjusted the SiG 226 that rested there in its quick draw tactical holster. Janet really didn't like him wearing it in the office, but he had grown so used to having its weight on his hip he felt naked without it. Serving your country in a war zone forms such habits. Jason, during times of inactivity, always found himself enthralled by his pretty partner. Her auburn hair, cut in a cute bob, streaked with red highlights, fit her delicate features just perfectly. Her bright blue eyes always held his attention any time they turned their gaze toward him.
Janet was squinting at her computer monitor as she read the latest news on the new mega processor that a Japanese manufacturer had just announced. She smiled when she found that it wouldn't be ready for market for another five years. She knew her ex-employer had a similar processor ready for release in the next year, in which she was heavily invested. Having graduated MIT with honors, she had worked at several firms that were looking to utilize her skills with computers and microcircuits. She, on the other hand, was looking for something different in her life. She met Jason at a company mixer. He worked in security after leaving the military when the US troops pulled out of Afghanistan. They hit it off. Just friends for now and eventually they started talking about starting their own business.
Neither one of them knew exactly what they would like do. Then Janet saw an ad in the paper. It said that a courier service was for sale due to the death of the owner. Jason looked into it and they decided to buy it. They renamed it and started to solicit customers. At first they took everything they could. Most of the time they were just a messenger service stand-in, criss-crossing New York with documents and such from one company to another. It paid well enough, but jobs like that held no adventure.
She could feel Jason's eyes on her, but she was comfortable enough with him to ignore him for the moment. He was a hunk, six feet tall, broad-shouldered and fit. His light shirt fit so tight, she could see the six-pack he sported. Yet he was also her business partner and she wasn't quite sure if she was anything to him. Given the proper circumstances, she thought, she might find herself in his bed to both their enjoyment.
"Jason, can I ask you a question?" Janet asked looking up at him.
"Sure sweets, anything you want," Jason replied glibly while pretending to read his magazine.
"Are you really reading that or are you just using it as a shield to sneak a peek at my tits?"
"What? Of course I'm reading it," Jason said in mock annoyance.
"Then why is it upside down?"
Looking at the magazine in his hand, Jason threw it down on his desk and grunted. Janet laughed as she went back to her computer screen. Teasing Jason was just too much fun. The phone rang and she picked it up.
"JJ Courier Service, you have it, we move it," Janet said. "How may I help you?"
"Is Jay Jay there?" the voice at the other end asked.
"Speaking."
"Huh, I thought Jay Jay was a man?"
"Nope, I'm her," Janet said contritely.
"Fine. I have a job for you. Meet me at my shop in twenty minutes. 33 Central Park West. Scarletti Jewelers. Forth floor."
"Got it. See you in twenty minutes," Janet said and hung up.
"Job?" Jason asked.
"Yep. A jeweler up on Central Park West."
"Classy."
"That's what I thought."
The two gathered their things and headed out. It would take them twenty minutes to get there from the Lower East Side. Out on Avenue C they grabbed a cab. Neither of them owned a car, so far they had been fine using taxi cabs within the city. For longer distances they rented a car. Traffic was thick but they made it on time. Janet paid the cabbie and they left the car.
"So, today you're Jay Jay, eh?" Jason asked with a playful grin when the cab drove off.
Janet tucked her purse away and nodded.
"Last time it was you. Those secretaries were all over you when we picked up the documents from that consulting firm. High time for me to have some fun," she replied.
"Sure, knock yourself out. Leaves me some time to grab a bite. If anything comes up, just yell," Jason said, eyeing a nearby hot-dog stand.
"Great, Be back in ten or so," Janet said, entering the building.
She found the door to the jewelry store locked. Knocking, Janet waited impatiently. A man, tall, dark olive skin, black wavy hair, rushed from behind the counter at the back. He held keys in his hand and fumbled a little as he fit one in the lock on the door.
"Jay Jay," he asked opening the door wide.
"I am," Janet said raising an eyebrow to his astonished look.
"Ah, I wasn't...come in, please," he said standing aside to let her pass.
Waiting for him to lock the door, Janet looked around the small shop. It was elegant and glass cases lined the walls. They were filled with what appeared to be fine jewelry. Diamond rings on the right, diamond and gold bracelets on the left and all manner of necklaces along the back wall. All expensive looking, all giving Janet goose bumps. After all what woman didn't like diamonds and gold?
"Miss Jay Jay..."
"Just Jay will do, Mister Scarletti," Janet told him.
"Jay, please follow me," he said, stepping behind the case at the back of the shop. She followed, watching and observing. A trait Jason had taught her.
They went through a door to a back room set up as a work area. One door lead to god-knows-where. On a bench along the wall was an elegant wooden box made of burl wood and stained a dark cherry. The top stood open, a beautiful gem encrusted necklace was displayed on a satin cushion.
"This is the necklace I need you to get to San Francisco. You have six days."
"No problem, a flight to San Fran should take but six hours or so..."
"No, no air travel."
"Huh?" Janet grunted.
"As you can see there are three pieces of amber on the necklace. Each of them is from the Jurassic period. Each has a series of small bubbles of air from that period. It is believed that if the necklace was to rise ten thousand feet above sea level the pressure in the bubbles could fracture the amber resulting in a catastrophic loss of value."
