Chapter 1: At Home With the Queen of Hearts

Olivia Queen Hart turned her BMW on to her driveway and honked the horn twice. It was a little ritual she did to inform her husband that she'd made a sale. Sure enough, he came out of their lovely three story house with a broad grin on his face, their five year old daughter in his arms. "Congratulations," yelled Joe. He released Emma who ran up to give her mommy a big hug. Olivia caught her daughter and tossed her a good five feet up into the air, catching the giggling child and kissing her on the forehead. "Must have been a big one," said Joe watching his wife. "I haven't seen you grinning this much in months."

Olivia's grin broadened. "Pretty big Joe. You know the old Spencer mansion, the biggest house in the county."

"Good grief," said Joe. "Someone actually bought the Spencer mansion? That place was several million."

"We're looking at a fifty thousand commission," said Olivia, running up to hug her husband.

"Wow!" said Joe, impressed. His penis stirred during the hug, Olivia had that affect on men. She felt it and pressed her body into it, making it extend even more. She then kissed him on the lips passionately and lovingly. They were going to have a fun night once Emma got to bed. "Dinner's almost ready."

"Great, let me go change," said Olivia. She took Emma, carrying her giggling daughter inside.

Joe stood still, staring at his wife. He was always torn when she wanted to change. Olivia looked fantastic dressed business professional for work, but she looked amazing in anything so it was win/win for him. His wife was Joe's exact height at six feet tall. She had long, naturally blonde hair, mostly straight, but with some curls, that fell down between past her shoulder blades curls nearly reaching her nipples when untied. For work, she wore it up and tied behind her head. She also wore black rimmed glasses to dampen the gaze her piercing blue eyes had on men. She didn't need the glasses, but she felt it made her look more professional. She was wrong, it made her look like a sexy librarian or some student's fantasy teacher ready to throw her glasses off, shake her hair down and strip down to a bikini.

She never dressed to show off her magnificent body either, but there was no hiding it and her clothes accentuated her figure. The short blue skirt showed off her stocking-less toned legs, her pretty feet tucked into blue shoes with short heels that put her a couple inches taller then Joe. She wore a white short sleeve top, that only showed off a little of the impressive cleavage her DD's produced. A blue blazer covered her bare shoulders and top. She also wore a belt around her waist, her one point of vanity in her work outfits. Her breasts tended to balloon out her tops, making her appear chubby and she always wore the belt to show that she did have a thin waist and flat belly. Though not a fan of the male attention her body brought, she didn't want anyone thinking she was fat either.

"Take a picture, whydoncha?" said Olivia, entering the house.

"I would if I had a camera," said Joe staring at her ass. The only fat on her body was in her breasts and rear end, both of which were proud and firm. Her ass thrust out and up, a perfect bubble butt. Her breasts thrust out and up too, no sag, no tearing of the membranes. As far as Joe knew, they would be that proud and firm forever, long nipples the width of nickels forever pointing up and out from her can sized areola. Magnificent!

Joe finished cooking dinner while Emma set the table and his wife came down the stairs having changed. As sorry as he was to see the sexy professional Olivia go, the arrival of the laid back at home Olivia was even better. Gone were the glasses and the luscious blonde hair was now cascading down her back. She was now barefoot, in sweatpants that hung low on her hips just above her trimmed blonde pubes or the crack of her ass. She had lost the bra and thrown on her favorite lounging around the house halter top. It hugged her thick semi erect nipples. Her belly was bare, sexy, trim and athletic. When she flexed, its tones and her abdominals would appear. Yeah, this was better then her work clothes.

"What are we having?" she asked.

"Spaghetti with meatballs."

"Yeah," giggled Emma, clapping enthusiastically for her favorite meal. "Daddy let me pick."

"Breaking news," said an anchor on the television as the three sat down at the table and started eating. "Hostage drama in Miami." Joe ate and stared at the television in the living room. Olivia stared at her food and ate. "We now continue with our continuing coverage of the Miami Federal Reserve situation. What we know so far is that a large truck backed into the building several hours ago and disgorged an unknown number of assailants. Gunshots and screams were heard almost immediately. No one has left the building and News 11 has been informed that the building contains around thirty employees now undoubtedly hostages of the unknown assailants."

"Are you hearing this?" asked Joe.

"I'm listening," replied Olivia, continuing to eat.

"Wait, I'm getting confirmation from our News 11 chopper that there are two armed terrorists on the building's roof. John, can we bring up the pictures? Yes, here they are."

Joe gasped. Olivia turned around and stared at the television. She stood up at the sight of the two black men. Their faces were hidden, but in build they might have been twins, if there were such a thing as identical twin bodybuilders. The men were stout and broad. They both wore identical clothing, combat fatigues and a black body armor vest over their bare broad chests. This left their big muscular arms bare. They each were carrying AK-47's. One gave the cameraman in the chopper the finger and the other raised his gun causing the helicopter to veer away. The men had black ski masks covering their faces, but the white skulls painted on the masks gave away their identities, Samedi's men.