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November 05 Cáel and the Manhattan Amazons: Part 6
Cáel deals with wounds, lies and the clash
of cultures.
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“The words 'I love you' inspires joy, relief and terror.”
I missed my entry to the infirmary. I was returned to clarity by
the two female attendants. The younger went straight to cutting my left pants leg
off while the oldest Amazon I'd seen to date began an excellent rendition of
'beef' inspector while pretending to be a physician. It was almost hilarious
when she looked to Sydney, addressing her in Old Kingdom Hittite.
"Was he being disciplined, or did he do something
stupid?"
"I did something stupid," I griped. "I showed up to
work today." Since it was their native tongue, both of the medical
attendants' eyes bugged out.
"He volunteered to help Aya of Epona with her archery lessons
by letting her shoot at a fruit out of his hand," Sydney related.
"This; this isn't a wound caused by a practice arrow,"
the physician observed.
"No, that was from Leona of Marda. She attempted to kill him.
When Leona threatened his controller, he presented himself for slaughter,"
Sydney clarified. "Hayden stopped Leona, Leona disobeyed and we need to
plan Leona's funerary arrangements now."
"How did you come to speak our language?" the junior
attendant asked. The tone of her voice and the look in her eyes was chilling
and sensual at the same time. It was chilling because of the transformation she
went through as I went from a piece of equipment to a close approximation of a
human being in her eyes. I was getting tired.
"Erotic poetry," I humored her. "I had a lover some
time ago; a scholar; who wanted to share Old King; Amazon love poetry and songs
in the voices of their creators. I know multiple languages no longer
spoken."
#Your eyes are stolen from the waterfalls descending from the
highest mountains#
#Your hair robbed from the threads of the night sky#
#Your body is shaped by the Mother Rivers#
#Your beauty is the gift of the Goddess who knows both tears and
love#
I recited it in the original Chaldean Babylonian. They were all
staring at me, so I translated it into Hittite. It didn't flow as smoothly.
"What language was that in?" the security guard
inquired.
"Chaldean Babylonian. It is a love poem from a prince to his
dead wife," I answered.
"It was nice, even eloquent," Sydney remarked.
"Wow," I sighed. "It is tragic to think not a
single woman in this room has ever been romanced."
"I am pretty sure every woman in this room has been with a
man before," the security guard countered.
"After sex, what did the two of you talk about?" I
regarded her.
"That's not what we use men for," the doctor spoke up
while she began examining my wound. Pain. "We use artificial insemination
and surrogates for procreation. Beyond directing them in our physical
stimulation, there is no need to talk to men."
"Oh," I mused sadly. "That makes sense and is
richly rewarding to know. If I was more like the rest of you, I'd be laughing.
Unfortunately, I have a heart and compassion, so I'll pity you all
instead." The doctor didn't take my honestly well. "Ow! Good bedside;
Ow!; manner there, Doc."
"We don't need your pity," the security guard
threatened.
"Sure, but then I've not bred myself into extinction out of
fear of cuddling either," I grinned. "Treating men like livestock
makes sense; if you are evil. You refused to allow yourselves to get attached
to any male so it would be easier to kill us when our time came."
"Tread carefully," Sydney cautioned me.
"Okay Sydney. Since you are the only female present capable
of having offspring, I'll be good," I got in my parting shot. By the silence
in the room, I had hit the nail on the head. "I apologize for disturbing
you ladies. I'll be a good male and keep my mouth shut."
That declaration didn't last long. Apparently pain-killers were
not part of their medical credo. When I asked, the doctor implied I wasn't hurt
nearly enough; in other words, not being amputated or decapitated. I asked if
being castrated would earn me a hammer to the head. They smiled. They thought I
was a funny guy once more. It was the whole 'laugh at death' mystique again.
This tender, motherly moment was punctuated by the doctor's
application of the staple gun (instead of stitches) to both entry and exit
wounds. Sydney offered to give me something to bite down on. I insisted on
sharing my pain as I screamed my lungs out during the torturous procedure.
"I thought you were a tough guy," the security guard
sneered.
"And not screaming would have made me tough? Bitch, those are
some fucked-up priorities. Screaming meant I didn't jolt when she was stapling
my wounds shut. I've been stabbed and stitched enough to know that much,"
I glared.
The assistant had been walking her hands over my body during the
process.
"You have been stabbed fourteen times," she muttered.
"You missed the one on the right foot," I corrected.
"You've been stabbed fifteen times? What do you do?"
Sydney wondered.
"I date women. You are a surprisingly dangerous breed, even
without the extreme training you ladies possess," I confessed. "To be
concise, I have the bad habit of dating women and their friends, acquaintances,
and even family members; usually without their knowledge. It always ends badly;
thus the wounds."
"You betray the women you sleep with?" the doctor
stared.
"We could banter terms and expectations about, but
essentially 'yes', I do," I sighed.
"You seemed like such a well-behaved male," the security
guard looked confused.
"Huh? What does my love of sex have to do with my
demeanor?" I mused.
"I've never beat a lover, or forced myself on a woman. If you
want to hold my lack of forthrightness against me, please remember you are part
of a secret society that embraces kidnapping, rape and slaughter as daily
practices," I smiled. "Comparatively, me not telling one woman that
I'm dating her neighbor is small potatoes."
"We do what we do out of necessity," the doctor
insisted.
"That flimsy excuse is about as useful as 'you wouldn't
understand; you aren't a woman/amazon/nutty-nut bar," I shook my head.
"I give up. Your society has equaled, if not exceeded, every inhuman deed
men have ever committed."
"Congratulations; you have become crueler and more depraved
than your enemies," I lauded them.
"Because of your ignorance, I will let that outburst go
unpunished," Sydney stated. I wised up and shut up.
My shirt was returned and they had to synch a large towel around
my waist because my jeans were ruined and they didn't have scrubs in my size.
They gave me my bloody dockers too. Sydney walked me to the front entrance. By
the looks of the women we passed they knew something had happened, if not the
precise nature.
Security's opportunity to 'get me' on the way out was stymied by
Caitlyn and family, Desiree, Tigger, and Buffy hanging around. The
moment Aya saw me, she called out my name and came running. The only thing
worse than the pain of her impacting me would have been the look on her face if
I warded her off. I caught her in my arms and lifted her up.
"Cáel," she exclaimed. "Does it hurt?" I kept
lifting her until I blew loudly on her belly.
"Does that hurt?" I teased her.
"No," she giggled.
"Then I'm fine. Really now, I've been hurt worse by a
splinter from a toothpick," I exaggerated for her.
"You are lying to me," Aya shook her finger in my face.
"The lesson being 'don't lie to winners'," I sighed.
"Yep," Aya mimicked me. "Is our date for tonight
still going to happen?"
"Oh; Aya, I can't," I groaned. "I've got three
smoking hot babes coming over tonight."
"Don't make me punch you," Europa play-threatened. She
and Loraine had sneaked up on me while I was entertaining Aya.
"I don't know," Loraine gave a cautious laugh. "I
like being called a smoking hot babe."
"Aya, I really like you, but do you always have to drag those
two around with you?" I wiggled Aya up in the air. "It's kind of
creepy." She giggled.
"Those are my sisters, Silly," she snickered. "They
will be your daughters one day too."
"Time for us to go," Caitlyn intervened. As she ushered
her children away, she shot me a look over my shoulder that strongly suggested
she wanted to play house. Desiree moved to within a meter of me and looked me
up and down.
"You are an idiot," she remarked, turned and left. I
looked to Buffy.
"I'm your ride," Buffy snorted. I hobbled to her.
"I'm glad you are okay," Tigger waved then followed
Desiree out.
"Thanks for a great time," I looked over my shoulder at
the Amazons. "As soon as my blood supply has replenished, I'll be sure to
come back and play some more."
We were in the car, exiting Doebridge when Buffy finally spoke.
"Why do you keep thinking you can keep getting away with
talking like;” she was glaring at me. "Oh Goddess; you really are laughing
at death. You really believe you are going to die, don't you?"
"Absolutely. The moment they started chanting I realized it
was unlikely I'd get out of this experience alive," I admitted.
"Why are you holding us to the 78 day rule?" she asked.
"Recall what I said about backbone, Buffy?" I reminded
her.
"I am attached to the lifestyle I've created and I'm not
going to change it to scrape out a few more days of existence," I grinned.
"I hold Havenstone to that countdown because I would do it if I thought I
was going to be okay." A few more minutes passed. I tried to cut the radio
on. Buffy kept cutting it off. I was getting sick of it and my annoyance was
showing.
"Did you really tell the whole dome that you would sleep with
me first?" she whispered.
"Of course," I replied. "I said that was my
intention at work and I mean to keep to it."
"What about Hayden?" she asked.
"Well, unless you agree to a three-way, I think this is going
to be an issue we'll have to work around," I shrugged.
"I'm not even sure I like you," Buffy mumbled. "I
want you. I am not sure I like you, though."
"Buffy, that's fine," I murmured. I unbuckled my
seatbelt and began twisting around in my seat. My thigh was killing me, but I
was a man on a mission. I put my head in Buffy's lap, gazing up at her.
"What are you doing?" she grinned.
"Annoying you; taking advantage of you; take your pick,"
I smiled. We drove for a while.
"What are you thinking about?" Buffy gazed upon me
warmly.
"Picturing you in different colors and cuts of panties,"
I told her. Buffy frowned then returned her focus to the road.
"What is your favorite?" she inquired a few seconds
later.
"I'm torn," I confessed. "I never seen you semi-nude
so I have to do some imagining. How do black hipster lace panties sound?"
"Not a thong?" I had her attention again.
"Nah. You are like a chocolate covered cherry, Buffy," I
explained. "Those panties would be like the sweet sugar before you bite
into the cherry. It tantalizes with the promise of something even better."
Silence for over ten minutes.
"I hate you," she gulped. She expressed that by tenderly
stroking my face and hair.
I drifted off to sleep shortly afterwards. It was the combination
of lack of movement and the city's static that brought me back. We were parked
somewhere, Buffy gazing down at me with something that might have been confused
with affection.
"We are home," she whispered. "Your home. I need to
take you to your apartment."
On the third landing we took a breather. Being wrapped up by
Buffy, I took a moment to whisper in her hear.
#Your eyes are a molten river of gold, promising riches and a
fiery death# I sang to her softly in Old Kingdom Hittite. It was original
poetry.
"What was that?" she smiled.
"I'm not sure I can tell you," I stifled a yawn.
"This whole translation thing wasn't explained to me. I can tell you it
was a line of a love poem I created only for you."
"Oh; could you repeat it?" So I repeated it, quietly;
this was still a secret language; on each landing until Buffy felt she got it
right.
Odette answered the door; oh joy. Buffy turned brittle angry while
Odette drank in the whole scene.
"Who is this?" Buffy snapped.
"This is Odette. Odette, this if Buffy, one of my
bosses."
"Buffy, Odette is the woman who brings solace to my nights,
drives off the pains of the day and comforts me in the first lights of the
morning with a smile and a word," I said by way of introductions. I didn't
call her my girlfriend and still kept her happy.
"Oh God, Cáel, what happened to you?" Odette worried.
"An important life lesson," I frowned. "Lawn darts
and jello shots don't mix." I knew this to be true as I had something
similar to this happen to a good friend. Since he was hit by a woman neither
one of us 'was sleeping/had been sleeping' with, we assumed she was
intoxicated. We took him to the hospital then I fucked her in the parking lot.
Later she, me and the victim had a three-way to ease her regrets.
The next four three-ways were just because. Unfortunately, his girlfriend
wasn't as forgiving. Back in the hospital parking lot, once we knew he'd be
okay, I fucked his girlfriend too. Yes, I am morally irreprehensible.
"What really happened?" Odette fretted as she helped
Buffy get me to the sofa.
"He cheated on me so I marked him as my territory,"
Buffy snarled.
"But he's your employee," Odette gasped. "Isn't
that immoral?"
"Immoral? Child, men exist solely to pleasure women and carry
heavy things," Buffy grumbled.
"Carry heavy things;” Odette mused. "He's carrying
something heavy all the time," she snickered.
"I hate you," Buffy snapped. I wasn't sure who that was
aimed at.
"Why; wait, he's not having sex with you, is he?" Odette
sounded surprised. "Wow, you are really missing out." Buffy gave off
her nearly subsonic jaguar growl. "I haven't had too much
experience," Odette blithely continued on, "but; Wow; I'm having
orgasmic tremors up to eight hours after every nightlong sex session with Cáel.
It's wild."
Buffy grabbed my hair and twisted things until I was looking into
her blazing hate/lust-filled eyes.
"Monday morning; seven o'clock; you're mine," she
growled. She turned to leave.
"What? No good-bye hug?" I pleaded hopefully. I received
a deep animalistic noise and a door slammed in our faces.
"Odette, is there any way I could convince you for some
'intensive care' sex?" I gave her puppy-dog eyes. Odette responded by
helping me off the sofa and aiming us toward the bedroom. There was a loud
pounding on the door.
"Odette, stay here. She's violently unstable," I
cautioned my buddy. I hobbled to the portal.
"I want my hug," Buffy glared as I opened the door.
"Fine. Remember, this is purely platonic," I kept it
cool. "Now put your hands behind your back."
"What? No, I won't," she snarled.
"Buffy, I'm sort of fragile right now and you are a big
bully," I cautioned her. Buffy's whole body trembled. Had she
spontaneously developed heat ray vision, my brain would have been incinerated
on the spot. Buffy finally linked her hand behind her back. I gently pressed my
body against hers, brushing her hair behind her shoulders then tilting her jaw
up.
"I don't like making you unhappy, or disappointing you,
Buffy," I whispered. "I apologize." I didn't kiss her. That was
technically against the rules. Slow, persistent puffs of breath played along
her shoulder, neck ears, cheeks and forehead in lieu of my forbidden kiss.
Buffy's vexation at the lack of oral contact faded as the hot, moist sensations
of my exhalations upon her flesh played out.
She quickly caught on that she could tilt her neck around to offer
up places she found especially enticing, eventually leading me to her cleavage.
"Have a nice weekend," I told her when I was done.
"78 days; Cáel. 78 days," Buffy's eyes shone like solar
flares of lust. She left.
The door shut, I turned around and Odette gave me a horny,
beseeching lament. She'd been masturbating while I had been not-kissing Buffy.
"I need you," she moaned. I limped her way.
"I'm not sure;” I got out before she overwhelmed me.
"I'll help," she squealed. She dragged me across the
room before tossing me on my new bed. Hmmm; new sheets; and the room looked
really clean; sex. Odette would hurt me, make amends then try even harder to
make me happy. It wasn't my best experience with sex, but far from my worst.
For example: don't let yourself get tied down when you suspect
your bedmate is unhappy with you because she's found out you've also been doing
her friend. At least make sure her friend isn't at home and in on the revenge
too. Don't apologize, beg for mercy, or say you love them. No, take your lumps
like a man, admit you are lower than low, and that you deserve whatever they
deem appropriate.
A terrifying first night. The next two were among the best I ever
had; until the next weekend.
Odette helped me clean up and changed the sheets all by herself.
She was a wonderful girl and I hoped she'd meet somebody who appreciated her
and wasn't like me. Odette informed me that Timothy and Nikita would be showing
up around 4 pm.
Timothy had also told her he and I had a double date tomorrow
night so she promised to call me Monday to see how I was doing; and whatever.
With a wink, Odette also passed along that Timothy claimed all the toys in my
room were his, except for the bondage suspension gear; which was untried; hint,
hint.
Wait a second; wasn't this the same girl who thought a lone dildo
was pressing the sexual envelope on Thursday? I kissed Odette and sent her on
her way. I noticed the Nerf gun. I contemplated hiding the damn annoyance then
I realized he'd only shoot/throw something harder. I decided to wear my
Havenstone t-shirt (one size too small) that came with my recruitment packet
and some gym shorts because jeans and the wrapping on my thigh didn't mesh.
Nikita showed up first and a bit early. Maybe she was trying to
catch me shooing another girl out the door. I didn't ask.
"Hey Nikita," I greeted her with a kiss.
"Hey Cáel; what happened!" she gasped, taking in my
bandaging. I had thought about my response.
"I was at an archery range this morning and was shot," I
related.
"Did you report this?" she began her interrogation.
"My insurance will cover this and 'no', there is no police
incident report," I answered.
"Why not?" she glared.
"I work for the Amish Mafia, Nikita. If I talk to the cops,
you are going to be looking for me under the next barn raising," I joked.
Nikita was not amused in the slightest.
"We need to take care of this," she demanded.
"How about this; someone tried to murder me this morning. Not
a single person I was with raised a finger to save me," I exhaled.
"I didn't die for a few reasons. One is the three girls
coming over here tonight. Another is that a few women find me charming enough
to keep me around. Lastly, they know that I know I'm a corpse if I make a break
for it," I explained. "Now, I'd truly prefer you think I'm making
this shit up to sound insane, or trying to impress you."
"You are not; insane, or making that shit up," she
muttered. "I still can't date a criminal."
"Barring carrying an unauthorized firearm loaded with blanks,
I've been good," I grinned.
"That's a crime," Nikita groaned then pressed into me.
"Why do I put up with you?"
"You are most likely the best woman I'll ever meet?" I
offered. She hugged me.
"I'd say that you are only saying that to get into my pants
except you're desperately trying to not get into my pants," she sighed.
"How do I fix this?"
"Fix? I'm not sure this can be fixed. If you want to
1 hr 9 min
November 04 Cáel and the Manhattan Amazons: Part 5
Mixing assassins and child care; what could
go wrong?
In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand.
Listen and subscribe to the ►
Podcast at Connected..

“Lying is fine, but take care to not cause suffering because that
makes it wrong.”
Keys jingled and Timothy walked through the door.
"Mr. Denver," Nikita got off before I could make
introductions.
"Oh, you must be the cop," Timothy snorted.
"Does Cáel have so many we are labelled by profession?"
her suspicious nature flared up.
"Nah. Unlike Gomer here," was he calling me a hick?
"I'm New York born and bred. I know a police issued Beretta
in a hip holster even under a jacket. Also, the next time Cáel calls me Mr.
Denver will be the first," Timothy chuckled. "If it's any
consolation, I can see why he's risking grave bodily injury by going out with
you."
"Does he think I'll shoot him if I catch him screwing around
behind my back?" she asked pleasantly.
"Pretty much," Timothy winked at me.
"Good boy," she patted my cheek.
"Ah, the prospect of imminent pain reminds me; Timothy, I
need two more favors," I begged.
"This is going to be good," Timothy replied
sarcastically.
"I've got four girls lined up for Saturday night; three high
society children and Nikita here. Is this okay, or do I need to take this
somewhere else?" I began.
"This the nine year old?" he questioned.
"Aya and her two sisters," I replied.
"Sure. Every Park Avenue babe should get to meet a gay tattoo
artist from Queens once in their life before Prom," Timothy nodded sagely.
"The other thing."
"Yeah; could you double-date with me. There is this school
teacher who rooms with her older sister. The sister came through a nasty
breakup recently and the teacher asked me if I could help out," I tried to
sound upbeat.
"Wow; I don't know what to say," Timothy's mouth gaped.
"I don't know what's dumber; asking your gay roommate to distract his
fuck-mates sister so he doesn't end up screwing them both, or requesting this
in front of the cop you are almost dating?"
"Wah; huh; what he said; that last part," Nikita glared
at me.
"Hey, now," I warded her off. "There's barely a
week of school left. Then she'll get a summer job and I won't be taking the
kids to school anymore and that will be that."
"You are sleeping with a teacher at the school your girls
attend?" she gasped. "Why?"
"She's hot," I declared. Nikita looked shocked. "I
mean really hot. Not as gorgeous as you, but she's very attractive."
Don't think I'd lost my damn mind. I had, in fact, learned
something over four years of being far hornier than smart. See, when a girl
thinks you are true blue and you cheat, you are a scumbag. If a girl thinks
you've slept around and now you are hers and hers alone, you cheating still
makes you dirt, but that is ameliorated by the deep-seated fear that she did
something wrong.
If you are openly a man-whore when you start dating, you can
cheat. She thinks she's weaning you off your promiscuous ways. This toleration
is not limitless, so be warned. Make every indiscretion count. Eventually she
will give up and dump you. Refer to the break-up sex discussion earlier.
My mentor once asked me if one woman would ever be enough. I told
her that I always thought one woman would be enough and I was always wrong. One
of these days I hoped to meet a woman who could satisfy my sexual urges and
could keep my balls in a vice to stop me from straying. Then I'd be happy.
"You need to stop that," Nikita threatened me. "My
fiancé cheated on me. I'm not going to put up with it from you."
"I already promised them I'd go out at least once," I
reasoned. "You wouldn't want me to treat you like that."
"I'm not them," she bit her lower lip. "This roving
eye of yours has got to stop and soon." See; a license to cheat. I really
liked Nikita and I wanted to make an effort to keep her happy. Somehow I could
keep my libido under some kind of restraint; for 80 days. Then my co-workers at
Havenstone would own me like their prison bitch, providing I was still alive.
"I'll do my best," I promised. We hugged and kissed. She
wasn't gone thirty seconds when my phone rang. It was Odette. I told her to
come on over so Timothy shot me with his Nerf gun.
"Cáel, consider having sex with me," Timothy teased.
"What? I'm not gay," I pouted.
"Oh, I know but you'll be dead soon so the sexual ambiguity
won't be something you have to deal with for long," Timothy laughed.
"I'll put it on my bucket list," I sighed.
"Double-dating with me?"
"Sure. It isn't like life with you has been dull," Timothy
taunted me. I groaned.
(Friday)
"I have today off," Odette murmured to me as I cut off
the alarm. That had to have been the issue she'd been holding back on last
night.
"I have to work; being the first week of my three month
internship and all," I sighed.
"Are you sure I can't convince you to be late?" she gave
me a sultry look.
She compounded that offer by stretching out, her knees in place so
that her ass rose and wiggled suggestively. Last night I had introduced Odette
to a form of doggy-style that didn't involve the man trying to drive her skull
through the headboard. We had a long, dual-participant, sensual melding of
bodies, control passing back and forth until the need for sleep became
something she despised even as it took her.
"Not fair," I groaned into my pillow. When I looked out,
she was still giving me that sexually hungry look and wiggling that ass. Why do
I even pretend that I can have a normal sex life? I found myself arriving late
and changing in the elevator on the way to the Executive Services floor. The
two women with me were a viewing gallery I could have done without.
Since I put everything on display; remember; no underwear; one of
my two fellow travelers felt permitted to rub her hands along my abs while I
was pulling my pants on.
"Goddess, he's hard," she moaned to her companion.
"Come, have a feel." I didn't protest. Technically, stripping naked
in a public place could get me fired.
"His back is very nicely defined," the other side as she
ran her hands over my back and shoulders. "What is it that you do?"
"I'm with Executive Services," I replied. "Right
now I'm suborned to Product Testing. I teach monkeys to ride unicycles."
Their confused looks humored me.
"Actually, I'm with ES and I'm a gopher; I pick up
stuff," I grinned.
"Oh; you are that guy from the elevator; the kneeling
man," the first woman exclaimed. "They said you were funny. Goddess,
our man sure is hot, but he is so dull."
"Let me guess; you are with the Financial Investigations
Unit?" I said. Trent.
"Yes," she smiled. Orgy time. "He's just as good
looking, but you are so much more fun. My sister can't wait for you to become
available."
"Sister?" I prodded.
"Daphne Pale," she smiled suggestively yet again. My
face lit up.
"Daphne?" I caught the lady off-guard by hugging her.
"I think Daphne is great," I stepped back. "She's really nice to
me. She's smart, gives good advice and treats me like I'm something more than a
walking, breathing annoyance. What's your name?"
"Brielle," she informed me.
"Beautiful name," I remarked, as I went back to
dressing.
"Do they let you see other women; besides those of ES?"
the second woman questioned.
"I don't see any Havenstone women for 79 more days," I
stated. "Corporate policy. After that, all requests for hunting licenses
are submitted to Desiree; non-lethal weaponry only until I develop more refined
survival skills."
Blink. Blink.
"You are joking, right?" Woman Two muttered.
"Nope. Katrina feels it will be a great third quarter
kick-off. Let some women get out of the office for a weekend. Besides, I get to
hunt those hunting me. I think it will be fun, don't you?" I hummed along.
"Desiree?" the second woman asked for clarification as
she pulled out her phone. I nodded. The doors opened; my floor; so I stepped out
and hustled to Katrina's office with only seconds to spare. The meeting was
normal, right up until Dora adjusted my tie as we were exiting the office.
"Where did you dress? A closet with the lights out?" she
teased.
"In the elevator on the way up," I confessed.
"Daphne, I met your sister; Brielle," in case she had more than one.
"She felt up my stomach and I made her laugh," I added.
"You let her touch you?" Tigger inquired.
"Cáel, did you come to work dressed like you normally
do?" Daphne teased.
"Yep," sighed.
"So you were naked in the elevator," Violet snickered.
"Yep," I confirmed.
"You should be relocated for that," Fabiola sneered.
"Damn Fabiola, why do you; what would he be relocated for?
Getting dressed?" Paula groaned.
"He was naked in front of an employee," Fabiola
explained.
"Two actually," I clarified. "They both did touch
my naked flesh. It was a bonding experience."
"Did you do any actual 'bonding'?" Dora winked.
"I hugged Brielle, but that was only because she was Daphne's
sister and I'm not allowed to hug Daphne at this time," I answered.
"You can hug me; in a purely platonic way," Daphne
murmured.
We were at Buffy's desk; I was working with her today.
"Okay," I nodded. I took a single stride to Daphne. She
closed with me and I put my arms around her waist. Daphne put her hands on my
shoulders. Our heads got closer and closer. I let my hands roam higher up her
back and through her long locks.
Nose touched nose, I ran my hands through her hair until I tickled
the back of her ears. Daphne's lips parted and her tongue played along the
edges. I let my breath play along her cheeks as I worked to her left ear. I
felt a sharp pain in my right ass.
"Ow!" I squalled; after I pulled away from Daphne's ear.
I tried to fully spin around, but Daphne wasn't letting go. I
caught sight of a furious Buffy, small knife in hand, burning holes in me with
her eyes.
"You stabbed me," I protested. Daphne had thought I was
playing a cruel game with her. Now that the truth had come out, she's was
pissed; with Buffy.
"Time you got to work, Intern," Buffy snapped.
"Did you have to stab him?" Daphne complained.
"Intern, don't you have some place you should be?" Buffy
snarled at Daphne.
"Take care," Daphne tenderly stroked my cheek. It didn't
take an Aeronautical Engineer to realize I was about to get poked again.
Daphne glared defiance at Buffy even as she retired. Buffy stabbed
my left ass this time. I could have stopped her. What would have been the
point? I didn't shout out. I manned up and shed a tear instead.
"Keep him in line, Buffy," Fabiola chortled. "He's
been flashing women on the elevator."
"Fabiola, please appreciate the fact that I requested Cáel
today. If I had you one more hour, I swore to Katrina they'd find your corpse
in a Newark landfill," Buffy sneered. "Now scurry off to where you
are assigned to be before my first order for Cáel this morning will be to carry
your subdued and gagged body to the trunk of our car. I'll be doing the
subduing."
Fabiola repositioned herself and said something in Old Kingdom Hittite.
"Your blood is the fecal matter of cats and dogs; unworthy of
your station at arms."
Fabiola had this smug, superior look ruining her classically
beautiful Italian features. Buffy was angry yet hampered by not being able to
understand the insult. I scanned about.
"Tigger," I called out. She was the closest. She quickly
gained visual permission by her trainer for the day and jogged to Buffy's area.
"Tigger what does (dead word) mean?" I relayed Fabiola's insult, in
Old Hittite, to Tigger. "Fabiola said it to Buffy and I think it is the
same language she used on Tuesday."
"What did she say?" Buffy demanded.
"I cannot tell you, Buffy," Tigger bowed. "I
promise I will convey these words to Katrina right now so that she may properly
evaluate them." She sprinted off. Fabiola was worried; not so much she
apologized, but worried.
Tigger came sprinting back a minute later. We were all supposed to
get to work. Katrina would deal with this matter. Fabiola's smirk told me she
was completely naïve about the shit-storm she'd unleashed. Off Buffy and I
went. It was the child protection detail once more. There was the added bonus
of having the security guards at the armory giving Buffy shit over not speaking
Hittite; morons.
"We need to work on our pig Latin," I suggested to Buffy
as we loaded the car.
"Huh?" Buffy's funk subsided somewhat.
"Do you speak any exotic languages, or do we invent one,
because I'm sick of this secret language bullshit," I declared.
"I'm still furious with you," Buffy finally spoke. I
filtered through a variety of insufficient responses and ended up sighing as I
looked out the passenger window. I was my usual boisterous self during the
pick-up and drop-off. I deftly evaded my 'teacher time' today so I was able to spend
a few minutes with the Brazilian security hottie.
She didn't have a gym to work out in so I suggested we could meet
at Havenstone and she could use their corporate facility with me. It was safe
enough. Buffy kept up the silent treatment until lunchtime which left me pretty
grim. At 12:15, Nikita gave me a call. She was on her lunch break and was
making sure our two dates were still on.
It felt good to hear a friendly voice. I confirmed our engagements
and she left me with a smile as she hung up. I noticed Buffy glaring at me
again. I looked away.
"Which girlfriend was that?" she commented snidely.
"How is that work-related?" I didn't even look at her.
"I am telling you it is," she snapped back.
"Put my refusal in yet another one of your stunning job performance
reviews you are going to give me," I stated calmly. I still wasn't looking
at her.
"I will," she grumbled. I didn't respond. There was no
point.
As we finished our cue, Buffy pulled me aside.
"What is wrong with you?" Buffy hissed quietly.
"If I've messed up any part of my assigned work, please make
it aware of it," I stared back.
"Don't be a smart-ass," she seethed. "It isn't
appealing."
"Since you haven't addressed any specific grievances, I'll do
my best to randomly determine the source of your displeasure," I said. Had
I not spoken in a voice devoid of emotion, it might have been taken as a joke.
"You resent being treated like a random employee in the same manner I
resent being treated as your property."
"Since you are convinced you have done nothing wrong and that
I'm a jerk, I feel this conversation is at an end. Have a good weekend," I
kept calm.
"You are a jerk. In 78 more days," she snarled.
"78 days; nothing. I can sleep with far more important women,
Buffy," I let my countenance harden.
"The only reason I would have sex with you would be because I
liked you. That would imply that you liked me too. You clearly don't like me,
so I think we are done here," I explained.
"I say when we are done," she grabbed my elbow.
"Really?" I laughed in her face, "I'll see what
Fabiola, or any of the new girls feel about that."
"Do you think they'll feel generous enough to give you the
scraps off their table?" I mocked her. Buffy looked ready to stab me
again. "You felt free in stabbing me this morning yet when Fabiola clearly
insulted you, you did nothing. You aren't even courageous enough to fight for
me, or treat me with dignity. Lacking any virtues, what would attract me to you
over any of the others?"
"Who says you get to decide anything?" Buffy was breathing
heavily now. Her problem was she was aroused, angry and being buried under the
crushing weight of the truth. I wouldn't have total freedom. I knew that. I
also knew that I would have some choice and certainly enough to deny a woman
with Buffy's low status. The truth of that was in the anguish in Buffy's gaze.
Begging wasn't in her creed, especially not to a man. She couldn't
apologize to me either. I hated myself at times.
"Buffy, I need to go," I tugged on my elbow. She let go.
"Can I talk to you on the elevator ride down once I'm off the clock and
can speak freely?"
"Yes," she looked down. I changed in Katrina's bathroom
then made my exit with my fellow 'new hires', minus Fabiola whose absence was
noted by all. The group mostly kept the conversation about work with some
flavoring being applied in the form of weekend plans. When Buffy and Helena
stepped in, I looped my right arm around Buffy and pulled her too me.
Buffy jolted in surprise, refraining from attacking me long enough
to realize we were back in the corner we shared yesterday. I was back to the
corner and she had her back to me. Putting my valise down allowed me to place
my other arm around Buffy as well. The kiss I placed on the top of Buffy's head
caught everyone off-guard.
My right hand came to rest on her left hip. The left crossed her
body, pressing on her bosom from beneath. Repeated kisses fell upon her hair
until the elevator reached the main floor.
"Apology accepted," Buffy turned in my arms so that we
were facing. She placed each hand upon my jaw and tilted my head down. "Be
more appreciative on Monday, or I won't let you off so easy next time."
As we parted company, the 'girls' gave me similar looks as I biked
away. Things got worse immediately. Sitting on her ass next to my door was
Odette; with a tote bag. She pushed up the wall and smiled broadly.
"I figured since we had the weekend free we could hang
out," she beamed.
"Let's go inside," I offered. Keeping upbeat was key; a
crying woman on my stoop would suck. As we entered the apartment and I was
putting my bike aside, Odette made for the bedroom.
"Odette, we need to get something straight," I called
out. She didn't stop. "I have a date with another women tonight."
That did the trick.
"Did I do something wrong?" she gulped as she turned
around and stared at me.
"What?" I feigned surprise. I've been here before.
"No! Why would you think that? Odette, you are wonderful." I walked
to her and she came into my arms. Pig. Dog. Take your pick.
"Why are you dumping me then?" Odette looked up, tears
in her eyes.
"I thought you would be dumping me," I reversed things.
"I'm the one not ready for commitment. I am afraid you have been far
better for me than I've been for you."
"I don't want to let you go," she pleaded as her hug
tightened.
"Wait. Odette, think about this. You deserve a guy who wants
you and only you. I'm not that guy. I'm a serial dater. I can't help it,"
I complained on her behalf.
"That's okay," Odette mumbled. "Don't be so hard on
yourself, Cáel Nyilas. You are a wonderful man, too. I'll wait around until you
figure things out. I'll take what I can get while you look for your
happiness." Odette wasn't weak, or stupid. She was a young lady,
romantically alone and living in her parent's house.
I was exciting and different, the sex was great and it was a new
experience to wake up in a foreign place, safe and warm. I had turned her
phantasm dreams of a better life into a tangible reality even if she now had to
morph her expectations. Adaptation wasn't failing. It was the reason human
beings existed today. I feebly tried to break free.
"Odette; Honey, I can't," I explained. "I'm getting
so hot for you right now. I don't want to;” Odette pressed a finger to my lips.
She too was aroused. Yes, I had told a second girl that I was a slave to my
cock and again, the woman had created a mental excuse that allowed her to stay
with me despite my promised infidelity.
And I was about to have sex with her before going out on a date
with the first girl I had confessed everything to. Should I 'oink', or is that
'bow-wow'?
"How long do we have?" Odette's voice turned molten with
lust.
"An hour," I kissed he
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“Suddenly knowing you are about to die, rarely does anyone any good.”
(Thursday)
I slipped out of bed, preparing for the trip to the shower when I
stepped out and saw Timothy and this black guy I didn't know doing a soft porn
version of me and Rhada. Timothy was sleepily amused. His date was anything
but.
"I thought you weren't seeing anyone?" he said in a
thick Caribbean accent.
"That's my roommate," Timothy snorted. "My straight
roommate." What can I say, I'm really good looking.
"I am, Dude," I promised. "I have a girl in my bed
and everything. Hell, I didn't even know what the Village Voice was until last
night."
Timothy laughed. His date was still pissed. Timothy gave his date
a final kiss the guy barely accepted. I made for the shower. When I came out,
Timothy was in his bathrobe sitting on the sofa.
"Whoops," I shrugged. This was the first date I'd seen
him on since moving in.
"Better to know they are the jealous kind before I invest too
much time," Timothy sighed. "He is beautiful and great in bed. He's
also in total denial and now jealous. I won't be returning his calls." I
sat down on the sofa next to Timothy and gave him a man-bump.
"Sorry, Bro. Better luck next time," I consoled him.
"How many ladies was it last night?" Timothy muttered.
He knew I was 'ambitious'.
"Five; wait, what is the age of consent in this state
again?" I grinned.
"Ah, fuck," Timothy shook his head. "If the cops
coming busting down the door; "
"Funny you would say that," I chuckled. "Another
one is a cop."
"Bro, you have a death wish. Cops do background checks and
carry guns," he laughed.
"Her mom is a cop too," I informed him. He shook his
head some more.
"Death wish," he mumbled then headed for the shower.
Comparatively, the ride to work was bland and uneventful. I was clever enough
to change before setting foot in the Executive Services section.
I arrived with two minutes to spare and I was still the last
person to arrive. Katrina was at her desk, Desiree was on the sofa and the
security team leader from yesterday and one of her aides were sitting in the
chairs in front of Katrina.
"Come stand beside me," Katrina said. I walked over with
the added benefit that no one gave any notice of my movements.
"Cáel, how did you feel about the exercise yesterday
morning?" Katrina began.
"First off, I don't know these ladies' names," I said.
Katrina looked at them. Clearly the two were one step above resenting every
breath I took.
"Elsa," the leader stated.
"Constanza," her aide replied. I bowed my head to Elsa.
"Elsa, I apologize for my rash words to you, my attitude and
any disgrace I put upon either Katrina and/or Desiree," I pled. "I
have no excuse." That seemed to have screwed the two new ladies up.
Desiree snorted. Katrina had no reaction. I could hear Elsa grind her teeth.
"Come between me and a charge again and I will kill
you," Elsa glared.
"Come after a charge of mine I'll make you earn it," I
snapped back.
"Only Katrina is keeping you alive at this moment," Elsa
stood up as did Constanza.
"Really?" I sneered. "Katrina, please fire me. I
need to take out the trash."
"Cáel kneel," Katrina ordered so I knelt.
"This was a waste of time," Elsa grumbled.
"Elsa, you scored Cáel at a 92%," Katrina offered.
"92 out a 1000," I muttered.
"No, you idiot," Desiree sighed. "It was stated as
a percentage. Try and act your age." Katrina coughed in surprised
amusement. I thought Desiree being so verbose this early in the morning was the
cause.
"What did he get wrong?" Katrina mused. "It is in
your report. I want you to tell him."
"He ignored his initial instinct to retire to the dwelling,
he failed to issue orders to his charges, he missed his partner going down, and
he reloaded before his clip was empty," she detailed.
"How many current members of the security detail have scored
higher on their initial trial?" Katrina persisted. There was a long pause.
"One; me," Elsa answered. I was impressed; with myself.
I had the inbred instincts to get myself killed for people who hated me. I
snickered.
"You find something amusing?" Katrina looked at me.
"In retrospect, I should have realized it was a test. Come
on, I don't have a gun license, no serious firearms training and the vast
majority of Havenstone personnel hate my guts," I explained my humor.
"There was no realistic way I would be assigned to guard kids."
"I'm so used to being treated like shit here, I missed the
obvious," I concluded. Another pause.
"Why did you break cover to tackle Loraine? You abandoned Aya
and Europa," Elsa asked.
"I wasn't really thinking about it," I answered. "I
saw her in the open, in danger, and I had the other two crouched down next to
the car. I leapt. Sorry, it was nothing more complicated than that."
"What did you think when you saw Desiree lying on the ground?"
Elsa prodded.
"Crap; ah," I tried to recall. "Nothing really. I
noticed the one woman to the North still standing. I wanted to kill her then
roll over and shoot the two to the South."
"They would have killed you," Constanza informed me.
"As opposed to what? I mistakenly thought I had
bullets," I shrugged. "While I had any chance I had to keep
fighting."
"You could have surrendered?" Elsa studied me.
"You wouldn't have. Why should I?" I responded.
"You are not me in so many relevant ways," Elsa stated.
Desiree gave an infinitesimal groan.
"Don't worry about it," I nodded. "Despite your
failings, I'm still willing to accept you as an equal."
"That is a deadly insult," Elsa seethed.
"Oh, look," I came back with a predatory grin,
"you're angry. Kind of the way I am having done a bang up job only to have
you belittle my performance despite having no training, or warning. Believing
you are better than me because you have tits makes as much sense as me thinking
that having a dick makes you the weaker sex. Its bigotry and stupid. Worse, it
is a tactical flaw."
"Tell me," Katrina rose up majestically, "that his
last three sentences make no sense. Please, lie to me and say the man is
wrong." Elsa didn't respond. "I asked you to test his instincts and you
gave him the second hardest test we have and that's only because I vetoed the
hardest. If you honestly think he cannot help us, make that pledge now."
Another pause.
"He hit everything he aimed at," Elsa suddenly
volunteered. "It was all close range. He didn't panic and he never left
mission. If he had tits, I would have been impressed. I am still opposed to him
having a weapon. His attitude is also grating."
"I have to work with him," Desiree complained.
"If I express to Hayden the possibility that those men who
pass Security testing be allowed to be trained with weapons, will you support
me?" Katrina requested.
"Never!" Elsa exclaimed.
"Thank you for your opinion and honesty, Elsa," Katrina
nodded. "I will see you later."
The two security experts left the room.
"Stand," Katrina sighed. I stood. "You gave it your
best shot, I know. Do not trouble yourself with doubts, Cáel Nyilas. No
attitude you could have taken would have altered her thinking in the
slightest."
"Huh?" I mumbled. Katrina looked at me. My grin was
infectious. "Sorry, did you say something? I was visually evaluating their
potential as they were leaving the room." Translation: I was scoping out
their muscular asses as they sauntered out the door. Paula and Daphne walked
in.
"Cáel, do not talk about your activity yesterday morning, or
of the events this morning with anyone," Katrina ordered. I nodded. I made
for my desk but Katrina stopped me. In the same manner, she requested that
Desiree stay. Three minutes before seven, the last new hire arrived, Violet.
"Everyone except Desiree, Daphne and Cáel leave the room. I
will summon you back in a few minutes," Katrina commanded. Confused and
curious, the other new hires left the room. As the door shut, she had Daphne
secure the lock while she drew forth a folded piece of paper which she unfolded
and handed to me. Wow, I had never thought I'd see my death sentence yet here
it was.
"Read it," she demanded. Yes, I was boned.
"These are the words of Katrina, daughter of Sedona, granddaughter
of Andromeda of the House of Epona, First Bearer of the Sun Spear through the
Halls of Night and Death;” followed by a series of awards, accolades and honors
I could barely fathom the importance of.
I read it in the language it was written as this was clearly
Katrina's intent. Desiree scooted to the edge of the sofa cushion. Daphne's
eyes were wide, exhibiting the spectrum of excitement, fear and amazement. She
spoke first.
"You got the 'uh' wrong," Daphne corrected me. "It
is 'Andromadu' in our tongue, not 'Andromeda'."
"Well this makes a few things make a lot more sense,"
Desiree mumbled.
"Katrina," Daphne gulped. "You didn't teach him,
did you?"
"No. It was Dr. Kimberly Geisler of Bolingbrook College who
taught him; so they could read erotic poetry to one another," Katrina
revealed. "He was never her student; in a classroom."
"Cáel not only speaks four current languages (French,
Spanish, and Russian), he also is fluent in ten dead ones," Katrina
related. "Dr. Geisler and I had a long chat last night. Once she opened
up, she was quite informative and full of praise for our new hire."
Daphne blathered something while looking at me expectantly.
When I didn't respond she became disappointed. Then it hit me.
"You are translating from the Coptic, aren't you?" I
questioned.
"Yes," I had her intense attention once more.
"What you meant to say was 'may the blessed Isis bring
understanding with this greeting'," I translated for her into New Kingdom
Egyptian.
"Once you get to Coptic you have so much Macedonian/Ptolemaic
influence it is far beyond New Kingdom Egyptian," I added.
"Oh; that makes sense," Daphne nodded. "I; uh;
thank you."
"Well, if I live I can give you lessons," I smirked.
"About that," Desiree stood up. "Why is he still
alive?" What Katrina said surprised me.
"I've waited twelve years to see you smile, Desiree,"
she gave her underling a look full of wisdom and compassion.
"Sympathy is nice," Desiree countered. "We must be
hard to survive."
"Desiree, I wanted you here because you have always opposed
my initiative to save our people. Unlike most of us, you have lived fully in
their world. Because of our companionship and your knowledge, I have always
valued your council. Has nothing changed?" Katrina kept her voice precise
and level. Desiree stood up, clearly furious, and took a step toward me.
"You make no sense!" she shouted, pointing at me. A
dozen comebacks welled up in my mind yet were discarded as inappropriate.
"I apologize for causing you pain, Desiree," I met her
gaze. Desiree gave a raw, guttural scream of agony and rage. She wasn't
bawling, still tears rolled down her cheeks.
"I don't know why you chose me to hear this, Katrina. Our
houses are not aligned. Still, if I get a vote, I say we find a way to make
this work for us; our people and this directive," Daphne spoke up.
"Your bravery, wonderful attitude and ability to approach
problems with an open mind is why I chose you, Daphne," Katrina explained.
"How long have you known?" Desiree muttered.
"Tuesday night;” Katrina began.
"Not you, Katrina; my apology. I meant; him," Desiree
interrupted.
"About twenty seconds into the opening prayer at the board
meeting," I tried to look inoffensive.
"He heard the Prayer of Ancestors?" Desiree wailed.
"You haven't even taught me that yet!"
"Yes, he did. At the time, I had no idea that he knew our
ancestral tongue. On the next recruitment drive we need to find a clever way to
figure out if they do speak any dead languages so we can avoid this
near-catastrophe," Katrina said.
"It is only the three; four of us who know?" Daphne
asked. I was almost discounted.
"I believe Dr. Geisler suspects something is amiss,"
Katrina replied. "I impressed upon her the need for discretion, plus not
to contact Cáel for a week. I need the time to position us properly for when
this issue comes out."
"They'll kill him," Daphne gasped. Wow, Daphne actually
cared.
"We cannot save him," Katrina explained. "It is not
within our power, or mandate. What we must do is figure out a way to make Cáel
acceptable to our people."
"Good plan. I like this plan. Why don't you let me go to the
armory so I can do some last minute Christmas shopping?" I chuckled.
"I'll be right back."
"If you make it to Christmas," Desiree sighed, "I
will consent to a date with you."
"Desiree, I think that qualifies as assisted suicide," I
teased. "If we make it to Christmas Eve, I'll let you push me off the
Empire State Building to spare us both that agony."
"That's not nice," Katrina chided me. "Desiree is
an excellent woman."
"Oh, I agree. My worry is that after one night of passion
with her no other woman will compare," I looked worried. Desiree punched
me in the upper arm. I grabbed one of her tits. I'd gone down this road with
Buffy and I wasn't going to relent on my sexual stupidity now.
"You are grabbing her breast," Daphne gasped.
"Ow," I flinched then evaded her block for another
squeeze of breast, "she's hitting me; Ow; so since she's enjoying herself;
Ow; so I'm doing the same; Ow."
"Grow up," Desiree growled but her eyes were shining
with amusement.
"But if I remain a child I'll eventually evoke your mothering
instinct," I snickered.
"Cáel, you do realize that your life is hanging by a thread,
don't you?" Daphne gawked.
"Daphne, you would be surprised how many chicks you can pick
up with the line 'I laugh at death' when you really mean it," I smiled.
"Does that actually work?" Daphne was dubious.
"Daphne, I was romantically involved with four different
women yesterday, not counting Aya, Europa, Loraine and Desiree," I enlightened
her. I only had sex with three of them. That was only because I am trying to
have something approaching a normal relationship with the fourth."
"You screwed Aya's teacher, didn't you?" Desiree glared.
"Umm; I was applying positive incentives to induce Ms.
Reichmann into taking special care of Aya," I elaborated. "Did I do
wrong?"
"Cáel, what is going to happen to Aya if Ms. Reichmann
becomes upset with you?" Katrina posed.
"School is only going to last two more weeks," I assured
her. "I can keep things going until then. I mean, eventually she'll hate
me; all women do, but I can take care of things for two weeks." The women
around me were curious about the start of that last statement. "I've had
one female friend that lasted more than three months my entire life."
"Why is that?" Daphne asked. "I like you. You are
good-looking, smart and funny if a bit too brutally honest."
"Believe me, juggling eight different romantic entanglements
is hellish. Eventually some of them figure out what I'm doing with the others.
Then it is Tartarus time," I sighed.
"What would you do if you discovered that along with having
sex with you, I was also having separate liaisons with Violet and Buffy?"
I postulated.
"I would be okay with it. You're a male; sex is your primary
function," Daphne related. I had the feeling she'd been waiting to get
that last bit off her well-endowed chest.
"What would you do if I was also having a relationship with
Rhada?" I tossed out there.
"I'd kill you," Daphne's certainty pierced me. Good to
know.
"Cáel, are you having sexual relations with Rhada?"
Katrina prodded.
"I'd rather pull out my shoelaces and go hang myself in your
bathroom than discuss that, Katrina," I stated as I looked down in shame.
"Don't worry about it," Katrina assured me.
"What!" Desiree snarled. "He's having sex with
Rhada and you want to ignore it?"
"Desiree, what do you want me to do? Acknowledge an affair
that No ONE wants to acknowledge," Katrina pointed out. "It isn't as
if he is unaware of the delicacy of the situation, either, or can do anything
else to make him more dead."
"Desiree, let the rest know they can come in as you
leave," Katrina concluded the matter. Desiree swept out like an atomic
monsoon (I wasn't sure what one would look like; Desiree was otherwise
indescribable). Somehow the other new hires figured out that Desiree's primal
scowl of outrage was their invitation to return to Katrina's office.
The meeting began the way it always did. Stunningly, Desiree gave
me yet another horrific job review. The mockery aimed my way was dampened by
the reality that I was involved with something Katrina didn't want me to talk
about. Getting Desiree to talk was hopeless so I could see the others ready to
pounce on Daphne when we headed out to fulfill our daily cue.
I had Desiree and school duty again. This time, I didn't have a
gun. I did get mugged; on the landing. Aya wrapped her arms around me.
Thankfully she squealed "Cáel!" not 'Daddy'. Desiree was impassive.
Aya's two sisters were happy, yet more controlled in their enthusiasm.
"I'm glad you showed up," Europa poked me.
"Pint-sized was freaking out during breakfast."
"I must admit I'm very happy to see you three this
morning," I looking over the back seat and addressed Europa. "You might
want to tell your sister her make-up is very tastefully done." Loraine
attempted a sultry look.
"Wait, are you not talking to me again?" Loraine
blinked.
"I'm talking to you, Loraine," I winked. "I was
teasing."
"Am I still an old hag?" Europa bantered.
"Not sure, Europa. Aya is soaking up all the pretty," I
teased. "It is so hard to tell." Fortunately, Europa was a good sport
and Aya loved the praise. Less good was;
"Girls, don't look over your shoulders," I ordered
calmly. "Desiree, a maroon van three cars back. They keep turning with
us."
"Test," Desiree informed me. Saying 'it was a test' was
too wordy for her. I didn't bother to ask her if I'd done well, or not.
"Please, please, please," I begged Desiree. "Can I
have a sunroof and a rocket launcher? Please."
"Grow up," she grumbled.
"Yes, Mom," I groaned.
"You are the best," snickered Europa. "I wish I
could go on dates. Loraine does too; with you," she got out before Loraine
popped her.
"Do I get to be in the room when Loraine has that
conversation with her Mother?" I mused.
"Are you going to ask my Mother if you can take me out?"
Loraine beamed.
Desiree snorted. I was in for it now.
"Maybe Cáel can ask Momma out on a date and become our real
Daddy," Aya suggested happily. I was going camping with this family. It
would solve all my worries about my burial service.
"Momma is too old for Cáel," Loraine countered. Oh, joy.
"I'm not the best 'first date' material," I evaded.
"Ah; what is your Momma's name?"
"Caitlyn," Europa provided. "Does that mean you
will ask her out?"
"Not necessarily; see, I have the annoying habit of being
amorously attracted to every woman I meet, so I'm not very romantically
reliable," I explained.
"Does that mean you are sexually proficient?" Loraine
inquired eagerly.
"Does that mean you are a slut?" Europa teased.
"Does that mean you'll sleep with my aunts, too?" Aya
wondered.
"It means you are an idiot," Desiree muttered under her
breath.
"I'd like to think so," to Loraine, "I hate
labels," to Europa, "I have no idea," to Aya, "and thanks,
Des," to fi
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November 01 Cáel and the Manhattan Amazons: Part 3
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“Instinct, education and experience are complementary, not in
opposition.”
(Wednesday)
The phone rang. The clock was flashing 6:15. Odette snuggled up to
me, making cute, happy cat-like noises. Timothy's bed was bigger than mine so I
had to reach out to get my mobile device. For the tenth time, I silently
thanked Timothy for switching bedrooms with me, though I believed he had chosen
to sleep on the sofa instead.
"Hello," I said quietly.
"It's Buffy. I'll be there in fifteen minutes," she
stated firmly.
"I have a companion over," I hesitated. "Can you
make it twenty-five?"
"Who is that, Cáel Nyilas," Odette yawned. She liked the
way my full name rolled of her tongue.
"Who is that?" Buffy grilled me.
"She's a sweet young lady I met; the rest is none of your
business," I told Buffy. To Odette, "It is one of my many bosses.
After my 'auto accident' (I couldn't tell a stranger that some psycho bitch;
who I had just screwed; had her mentor kick the shit out of me), she brought me
home then deposited me at your workplace. My bike is still at work." I had
told Odette I was a cyclist.
"Does she think you are sexy?" Odette giggled. I
groaned.
"81 days, Cáel," Buffy reminded me. "81 days,"
then she hung up. I wasn't getting my extra ten minutes.
"Do we have time?" Odette wiggled her whole body against
mine.
"I don't think so. Babe," I sighed. "All I can do
is go down on you then I have to grab a shower and get dressed." Odette
blinked, blinked again, then brightened up incredibly.
"If that's all we can do," she exhibited no regrets as
she hurled the covers back. It took me seven minutes to bring her to.
I was good, but I had also torn up Odette pretty badly last night.
I had to buy Timothy some more condoms. I felt kinda bad for using the number I
did. I raced to the shower, did a Wonder Woman (hold your arms out and spin
around a few times in the shower), raced back to Timothy's room; Timothy shot
me with his Nerf gun from the sofa (Odette was vocal); and began dressing.
"Odette, stay and get some sleep," I stroked her cheek.
"Timothy heads to work around ten, so if you could head out with him so he
can lock up the place. Fix whatever breakfast you like. If it is Timothy, I'll
make it up to him."
"You mean beyond letting us use his room?" she fixed me
with her feline eyes. I coughed.
"Come on, Cáel Nyilas, this room is plastered with male
Calvin Klein models and you have five copies of the Village Voice on your dresser.
You are far too proficient with punching all my buttons to be gay," she
pointed out.
"Gay men can be very sexually proficient," I countered.
"Cáel Nyilas (damn, she loved my name), you came five times.
I lost track of how many orgasms I had. If you are gay, you aren't in De-Nile,
you are in Ethiopia," she giggled. This wasn't the right moment to brag
that I ejaculated eight times last night. Rhada filled up three condoms during
our little escapade. I repeat, I have an out of control libido.
"Gotta go," I straddled Odette and gave her a kiss. I
deftly avoided the French grapple because I had the feeling that Buffy wasn't
the kind to wait patiently.
"Timothy;” I mumbled as I sped to the door.
"I know; girl; bed; sleeping," he groaned. As the door
shut I heard him add, "at least he's not dull."
I managed not to kill myself tumbling down the stairs in my haste
to reach the street. Buffy was waiting and drumming her hands on the steering
wheel. I tried the car door; it was locked. A tap on the window earned me a
baleful glare. I sighed and fell on my knees.
"Please," I begged. "Please, please, please let me
in the car." I heard a click after ten seconds.
"You're late," she remarked as we sped away. I hastily
put on my seat belt.
"I apologize," I tried being obsequious.
"You had better be, damn it," she seethed. Oh; I scented
arousal; and jealousy. We drove a few blocks in silence. "Who was
it?"
"Are we on the clock?" I countered. Pause.
"No," she said in a clipped tone.
"None of your fucking business, then," I growled.
"My sex life is none of your concern, Buffy. It is none of your group's
concern, so give it a rest."
"Or what?" Buffy's eyes narrowed. I wished she would
watch the road.
"Thunderdome, Bitch!" I grinned. Oh, she tried. She
tried really hard to stay angry with me.
"I hate you," she snickered. She pulled out her phone
and handed it to me. It was a picture of Buffy, Katrina, Tessa, Desiree and
some woman who looked familiar standing, or kneeling, behind a pile of dead animals.
All the ladies had bows, knives and camo gear.
"Does the Audubon Society know about this? I'm pretty sure
the World Wildlife Fund would have a freaking stroke," I nodded.
"Ladies at Havenstone have a passion for killing
things," Buffy measured me. "I thought you might want to know."
"Why do you use bows?" I questioned. "Don't your
boobs get in the way?" Buffy smacked me in the chest; hard. I could have
blocked. That would have been counterproductive. No, I grabbed her right boob
and gave it a strong squeeze. In retaliation, she hit me again. I grabbed her
boob. This went on until we entered the garage. She got in the last hit.
"We are on the clock now," I notified her. She seemed
less than pleased. "Very nice, by the way."
"Huh?" Buffy studied.
"Sorry. Any continuation of this conversation would
constitute sexual harassment," I sighed.
"I am mentally projecting negative emotions your way,"
Buffy grumbled.
"I believe the totality of your efforts create a positive
outlook for me," I grinned.
"Have you ever been skydiving?" Buffy dropped out of the
blue on me in the elevator ride up.
"With, or without, a parachute?" I inquired. She blessed
me with a feral smile.
I hurried to Katrina's office, Buffy a step behind me, rumbling
like the jaguar she'd performed illegal dentistry on. She wasn't trying to
intimidate me. Buffy was trying to mark her territory. I made it to my desk
without actually being scent-marked, so I considered the encounter a draw.
"Have fun last night?" Katrina inquired without looking up.
"More than any one man should have," I confessed.
Further conversation was severed by the arrival of the first of the female 'new
hires'. As Katrina started our little meeting, I surreptitiously put in the
work order for my suits. I wasn't sneaky enough for Katrina.
"Are you suffering some sort of head trauma that makes you
believe you can avoid participation in this meeting?" she purred.
"No, Ma; Katrina," I was contrite. "I had to submit
a work order for the business suits Buffy and Helena purchased for me last
night so I would stop coming to work dressed like a homeless panhandler."
That killed four of the girls; they failed to stifle their giggles.
"Couldn't you have dealt with that on the way in?"
Katrina had this glitter in her eyes.
"Buffy was attempting to subject me to vehicular
homicide," I replied. "I was afraid for my life on multiple
occasions, up to and including her entry into the garage."
"How horrifying for you," Katrina delivered deadpan.
"I had my hands full, I swear," I placed my hand over my
heart.
"I suspect that was the case," Katrina allowed. "Is
there anything else you need to take care of while the rest of us wait on
you?"
"Thank you, yes there is," I smiled, nodded and began
typing away.
"I was being facetious, but then you knew that," Katrina
teased. Several girls were openly giggling now.
When I finished, I walked around Katrina's desk, went to one knee
and lowered my head. Katrina scanned my latest request.
"Really?" she was intrigued.
"Yes, Ma'am," I looked up at her. She ran her hands
through my hair. "Katrina."
"You are trying," Katrina remarked. That could read
either way. "Go back to your station before I show you where you really
belong," she chuckled. I stood up and fist-pumped.
"Woo-who!" I shouted. "I'm going to bed." That
finished them off. Even Fabiola cracked a tiny bit and snickered behind her
hand.
The real joke they were embracing; making me part of their new
breeding program; was the punchline to the joke Katrina and I found amusing. I
knew the truth. We received our assignments and left the office.
"How did your date with Rhada go last night?" Paula
nudged me.
"It wasn't a date. It was a corporate appointment," I
corrected. "As for the rest; you don't want to know. Please believe me,
you don't want to know."
"I can make you tell us," Fabiola smirked. The group
kept together until I reached Desiree's desk. She was my boss for the day and
she was not pleased, or amused.
Fabiola saved me.
"Sister, compel this one to tell us what happened with Rhada
last night," Fabiola sneered in Hittite. I played dumb which wasn't hard
in my fatigued state. Desiree transferred all of her dislike of me into outrage
at Fabiola's breach.
"Is your blood poisoned?" Desiree seethed. "When
they tossed you off the rocks, did you bounce back up, or are you so arrogantly
stupid you would flaunt one of our most basic safeguards?"
"You are only half the woman you could have been,"
Fabiola shot back.
By the way Desiree flew out of her chair that was a deadly insult.
I put my body between them and grabbed Desiree by her upper arms.
"Release me," she yelled, her hate returned its focus to
me.
"You are my boss," I explained calmly. "I most join
you in your battles. Is this a battle you truly want to fight, here and
now?"
"Release me at once," Desiree commanded.
"One of us hiding behind a man," Fabiola mocked Desiree.
Daphne punched her. "Ow!"
"Care to try that on me?" Daphne challenged Fabiola.
"My family's prestige has never been called into question." I was
starting to think they meant genetic purity.
"Buffy would not want me to let you come to harm," I
whispered to Desiree then released her. It was that hunting photo that made me
make that leap. Desiree glared at me. A slap followed, but it wasn't all that
hard.
"Do not touch me without permission, Cáel Nyilas," she
commanded in a clear voice.
The matter was almost settled.
"Come on," Desiree barked. I had one final bit to take
care of.
"Daphne, thank you. Helena says you are coming along really
well. Maybe we could have a few drinks after hours and you can give me some
pointers," I requested.
Daphne seemed to mull that over. We had moved past the entrapment
phase to the 'male in the bull pen; what do we do with him now' phase.
"I'll think about it," Daphne shot me this sexually
curious look. Off they went and I had to sprint to catch up with Desiree who
hadn't stopped to listen to my conversation with Daphne.
"Do not be flippant with me," Desiree grumbled. "I
am not Buffy."
"Of course you are not," I nodded. "Katrina values
your counsel and she trusts you."
"You know nothing," Desiree groused.
"Really? Helena and Buffy were sent away with me yesterday
afternoon; you stayed," I began.
"This male internship program is the brainchild of Katrina
and Tessa. Maybe she thinks that I'm in danger, thus her program, so she
chooses you to safeguard me; no other," I added. "I don't think much
of my place here as an individual, but I represent something of value to our boss.
If that is the case, how much does she value and respect you?"
"Do you ever shut up?" she glared at me.
"Is that a question, or a veiled order?" I grinned. She
glared some more. I kept quiet. Desiree had to enter a special code to gain us
access to Basement Level 3. A short trip down a drab concrete hall illuminated
a door and two Amazon's guarding it.
Desiree's ID card allowed her access. Mine did not. The security
types verified my permission to be there, then verified it again. Finally, one
pulled Desiree and questioned her. With great reluctance, the guards let me
into the room. Their caution made sense. This was the Havenstone Corporate HQ
armory.
This was not a few guns in a case with handful of wall sconces.
Nope, this was an ATF gun-gasm, White Supremacist Nirvana, and a Gangster's
Paradise all rolled into one. Desiree went to one table, lifted and examined
one 9mm Walther PPQ, loaded the clip and gave it to me.
"It has no safety, so be careful," she notified me. She
tossed the shoulder holster and two spare magazines my way.
As she readied her own weapon set, I put on my shoulder holster
and secured my weapon.
"This is nuts, Desiree," I stated. "I'm not
ex-military. I'm not a security officer, bodyguard, or assassin either."
"Don't get hysterical," Desiree snorted. "This is a
simple assignment. We are going to pick up some school children and take them
to their exclusive academy."
"Besides, on your resume, you claimed to have a passing
familiarity with a number of firearms," she grunted.
"What do I do if we are stopped by the cops?" I
inquired.
"Go to jail."
With that sterling pep-talk, we exited the bunker with a variety
of weapons; mostly Desiree's because she was clearly anticipating the end of
the world. She stored the weapons in our new, armored car while I stood close
by acting like a weapons dispenser. According to established routine, I was
given no specific instructions until we arrived on site where I was then
supposed to instantly absorb the knowledge.
I gave that some thought. Havenstone knew their male hires had
academic success. Given twenty-four hours, we could memorize anything. The
Amazons, being a militant culture, were testing us to see how quickly we
thought on our feet. It was still mean. As we pulled up to our Brownstone destination,
I was given our mission.
Desiree was to go into the house, retrieve three schoolgirls, Aya
(9), Europa (13) and Loraine (16), and bring them into the car. I was to wait
on the stoop, hold the car door for them and keep my yap shut. By insisting I
not use flippancy, Desiree had cut off my conversation at the knees.
"Woman, grey coat at the North corner," Desiree muttered
to me as we started up the stairs. She went inside; I stayed on the stoop.
Thankfully, my sojourn into Amazon politics had strengthened my ability to
ignore the obvious and appreciate the benign. Two women were meandering up from
the South and the woman to the North had gained a companion before Desiree
returned. The girls came out first.
At the bottom step I caught sight of movement. I turned and
stopped the children from advancing.
"Hey," the Loraine squawked.
"Cáel;” Desiree got out.
"Two to the North and two to the South; closing in," I
whispered.
She did a casual scan.
"Take them to the car," Desiree ordered. I thought that
was pretty stupid. If a murder/kidnapping was in the offing, getting the kids
back inside seemed more prudent. I hesitated. She glared. I swallowed my
instincts and began sheparding the girls down the stairs.
The moment the third child's feet hit the sidewalk, both groups of
women began speeding up. I was trying to hustle the girls to the car's back
door when a van came speeding up out of nowhere. I wasn't going to get door
open in time.
"Down!" I shouted as I used my superior size to press my
three wards down and against the car. The van screeched to a halt and the
sliding door opened.
I drew, aimed over the top of the car and fired the pistol twice
without even thinking that I was murdering somebody. I heard Desiree firing to
the North. The woman in the van door slumped back. A second one tried to
untangle herself so I put two bullets in her as well. I took a step and a half
South, kneeled to shelter the girls with my body and began firing at the two
southern women running my way.
I put two bullets into each of them; missing every shot. Crap.
Suddenly, as I was shoving a new clip into my semi-automatic pistol, the eldest
child broke and ran for the stairs. I looked over my shoulder. Desiree was
down. One woman remained coming from the North. I hurled my body at Loraine,
taking her down. I landed us on my shoulder then rolled to cover her.
I brought up the pistol and fired twice at the northern woman.
"Cease fire!" an unfamiliar female voice commanded. The
northern woman stopped. As I swung my pistol South, I noticed Desiree sitting
up. The two women in the van were coming back to life too. Three women I didn't
recognize were coming down the Brownstone steps.
The lead female was clearly in charge. She approached me and
extended a hand.
"Male; pistol," she demanded. I rose to me knees,
pulling away from her and yanking Loraine behind me.
"Lady, I don't know you," I growled. "I'm not
giving you my gun, or the girls, until someone tells me what's going on."
I was contemplating how bad her punch/slap/kick was going to be
when Loraine laughed.
"That was fun," she exulted. "He tackled me and
everything."
"Cáel," Desiree ordered, "give her the gun." I
wasn't happy, but I did hand over the weapon.
"It was loaded with blanks, Moron," the leader smirked.
"We would never let a man with a loaded weapon around our children."
"Thank God," I mused. "I couldn't understand how I
missed those two down South."
"What makes you think you would have hit them?" she
sneered. I pulled Loraine up with me as I resumed my feet then put her behind
me.
"What makes you think your brain isn't as blank as the
bullets you gave me?" I glared.
"Watch your tongue, Male," she glared right back.
"You threatened three children under my care," I
grumbled. "Be happy I don't plant you on your ass." She looked more
than happy to throw down.
"They were never your children to protect," Desiree
spoke up. "This was a training exercise."
I looked over my shoulder at the other two girls. They were
smiling at me. This had been fun for them. The only one who didn't know this
was fake was me. I groaned.
"Clip," the leader snapped. I handed it over without
protest. I'd used the other spare. She turned to Desiree. "Take them to
school."
The five of us piled into the car and drove away. It was less than
stunning that I didn't get a new firearm. I was sitting in the front passenger
seat, feeling morose and angry when Europa spoke.
"That was really brave," she commented. "You did
much better than the lady last spring. She went nuts."
"Really", I swiveled so I could see their faces and make
sure they weren't pulling something on me.
"Oh, yeah," Loraine chuckled. "She ran right at the
two down the street, firing as she went. Totally missed the van rolling up.
Forgot she was supposed to protect us."
"She got high marks for marksmanship," Europa told me,
"but we never saw her again."
"You smell nice," Aya beamed little kittens my way.
"He smells like sex," Loraine giggled.
"Starting with the fact that you are underage, add my desire
to live and we end up with us not having his conversation," I winked.
"I've never seen a man as pretty as you even at school. The
boys in my class are such jerks. They say I'm a freak because I have no
Daddy," Aya went from happy to a frown.
"When I was in grade school, they called me a freak too,
Aya," I met her gaze. "The difference is, I deserved it. I was a
rude, mean person."
"Not having a Daddy doesn't determine if you are a freak; how
you behave does. You are a very nice woman so they should be nicer to you. You
are not a freak. Trust me, I'd know it if you were," I gave Aya a warm
smile and tapped her nose playfully.
"Whomever controls you did a good job," Europa observed.
"No," Desiree snapped. The children must have been
briefed on my status as well as spent a lifetime disguising their true culture.
"Europa, I am controlled by Kat
1 hr 9 min
November 01 Cáel and the Manhattan Amazons: Part 2
Knowing too much, sexual curiosity and dusky
obsessions.
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“People take for granted that they cannot see. If you don't think
so, try not breathing.”
Having received Katrina's orders, off we went. Buffy looked
worried and I thought she was going to tear me a new one. The reactions of the
Executive Services group when we got there were totally unexpected.
"Send out the word," Buffy detailed to the first worker
she came across, "Madi made a run at Katrina."
The woman blanched and headed off. Buffy took me to Katrina's
office and pushed me onto the sofa. Paula and Fabiola appeared at the door
looking worried.
"How badly have I fucked up?" I groaned.
"What?" Buffy blinked in surprise. "You did
fine."
"I don't understand," I ran my hands through my hair.
"You're bleeding," Paula remarked.
"What happened?" Fabiola demanded. Oh, crap. Another
layer of the onion. The female 'new hires' weren't only new hires, they were
legacies.
Buffy, for all her expertise and seniority, wasn't part of the
program. I didn't think she was ignorant of the basic agenda. She simply wasn't
allowed to know the full scope of the goings on. That was the real reason she
and I were at the meeting; because we weren't part of the true conspiracy, thus
politically neutral.
"Cáel was attacked by Madi's assistant," Buffy said. I
wanted to correct Buffy and say 'apprentice'. "He defeated her then
defeated Madi when she attacked him, though it was a close thing." Oh
yeah, Fabiola was part of the conspiracy. She gave this little smug smirk when
Buffy got the relationship description wrong then was outraged that I would attack
one of her elite.
Daphne sailed into the room, took one look at me then grabbed
Paula.
"Let's get him cleaned up," Daphne suggested.
"He attacked Madi and her apprentice," Fabiola
blustered; in Hittite. Daphne looked like she wanted to slap Fabiola. Then they
all looked at me.
Had I turned away, I would have looked guilty. Instead I let my
eyes flicker between the three.
"What is it?" Paula murmured to me.
"You are speaking the same language they were speaking
upstairs," I enlightened them. "I find that a bit odd."
"Don't mention that to anyone," Daphne threatened me.
"No; you are not my boss," I glared. "Right now I'm
working with Buffy and I am being mentored by Katrina. It is their right to
know. Of course I can't talk to any outsiders about that because that violates
corporate policy."
"How dare you," Fabiola came steaming my way.
"Make the first one count," I seethed as I stood up and
got ready to kick her entitled, pompous ass. "I've already put down two
conceited bitches and you aren't even in their league." Fabiola stopped
and reassessed her situation.
"Cáel!" Buffy snapped. "Come to my right
side." There I went. "Kneel." I knelt. The three newbies were
stunned, mouths open and gaping.
"What; what was that?" Daphne mumbled, referring to my
actions. Buffy looked very haughty and superior.
"Cáel works for me right now," Buffy told them.
"That means, within the scope of his duties, he does what I say." The
girls were taking in this bizarre scene. "Cáel, if I told you to go over
to Fabiola and beat her black and blue, what would you do?"
"I'd ask you for a good explanation," I answered.
"She's hurting Katrina's position at Havenstone," Buffy
responded. Up I stood. "Kneel," Buffy finished her demonstration as I
knelt. She started running her hands through my hair. Not something you would
do to a dog unless; well, you went that way. It wasn't like Katrina; this was
highly sexually aroused hair-play. "I believe you said that Cáel needed to
be cleaned up."
"Are you in pain?" Daphne inquired.
"A half bottle of Aleve wouldn't kill me," I groaned. I
was in some serious pain, much of it centered on my cranium. Buffy moved me
back to the sofa, which I liked. Her sensually stroking my palm was a bit
scarier.
More women gathered around the door, whispering and looking my
way. Finally Katrina came back to the office. The crowd parted for her. Daphne
and Paula returned with some wet cloths and a first aid kit. Without consulting
with me, they started peeling off my clothes.
"What are you doing?" Katrina stared at the two young
ladies.
"Tending to his wounds," Daphne hastily replied. Katrina
rubbed her forehead.
"For a moment try to imagine him doing that to you in a
public place," she advised them. They caught on real quick and the
strip-down stopped.
"Cáel, may we tend to your wounds?" Daphne politely
requested.
"Fine by me, but let's keep the pants on. I'll deal with the
rug burns at home," I grinned.
"I knew you boxed and practiced a form of jujitsu,
Cáel," Katrina remarked. "I had no idea you were that good."
"I also practice ninjitsu," I tried to look innocent.
"I tried to put that on my application, but auto-correct kept erasing
it."
"Does he have a concussion?" one of the normal workers
asked Desiree.
"No, unfortunately not," Desiree snorted. "He's
always like that."
"Thank you for your martial valor in defending my prestige,
Cáel," Katrina spoke loudly. "Your ability to navigate a very
difficult situation bordered on the precognitive. It was of great service to
the sisterhood of this office."
"Is there anything you need?" she tacked on.
"Gosh, it's almost four o'clock. Since I've been working
since three this morning, can I go home early?" I pleaded.
"No, we are having dinner tonight," Katrina stated.
"I actually have to clean up the apartment tonight," I
lied. "Can I have a rain check?"
"If you were under any delusion that I was making a request,
let me dispel that right now. You are having dinner with me tonight,"
Katrina smirked.
"Doesn't that violate;” I mumbled.
"End of discussion," Katrina declared. "Buffy and
Helena, take Cáel to the Men's room and get him cleaned up and presentable. I
need the (she then used 3 dead words), to stay behind. We have much to
discuss." What did I get out of that little exchange? Buffy and Helena weren't
part of the real Havenstone, Desiree was and the fact that naming status
positions 'charioteer', 'archer' and 'shield maiden' in Old Kingdom Hittite
only confirmed my worst fears.
You see, Achilles, Odysseus and their crowd knew these people.
They'd frolicked and played with those troublesome Greeks then been raped,
slaughtered and enslaved by them. Apparently after 3000 years, these ladies
were still pissed about that. We only knew about them today from Greek sources.
It stood to reason though, that since they were allies of Troy, they lived in
Asia Minor, not Greece.
Therefore, they didn't speak Greek of any flavor. That was the
language of their destroyers. No, the Amazons would speak the language of their
home region from 3000 years ago, the native tongue for their rituals and secret
communications, which just so happened to be Old Kingdom Hittite.
"Tell me what happened," Helena requested while I was
leaning against the Men's bathroom sink.
"Rhada became bored, I was asked to alleviate her boredom
with a game of Scrabble, and she didn't like my use of the word
'butt-monkey'," I sighed. "She said it wasn't a word. I explained
that she was, in fact, a butt-monkey and she took offense."
"Are you sure you don't have a concussion?" Buffy
studied my eyes.
"Can I reliably determine my own mental malfunction? If so; I
guess I'm good," I grinned.
"What really happened?" Helena repeated so I told them
the whole story. This was the first time Buffy heard the whole thing in a
language she could understand; English.
"Why didn't you simply let her hit you that second
time?" Helena asked. Buffy nodded.
"Seriously, you two need to get some backbone," I glared
at them. They looked peeved. "Listen, those other ladies don't have the
right to treat us like crap. We are not doormats, we are facilitators and fuck
them if they don't appreciate our worth."
"Yet you bowed down to Hayden, Katrina and me," Buffy
countered.
"You are my bosses," I sounded exasperated. "I'm
here to learn and that means listening to, and observing, those who have
progressed farther than me. That means when you tell me to bow, I presume you
have a good reason for it and do as I'm told."
"The other new hires don't kneel," Helena pointed out.
"It's not my fault they are not as smart as me," I
snickered. We all knew that was a lie.
"I hope you make it," Buffy patted my knee. She didn't
mean get fired. She meant she hoped I didn't get relocated. I didn't know what
that meant yet, but I couldn't imagine it being a good thing.
I decided to press my luck.
"You mean you hope I don't get relocated," I smiled. The
two women shot worried looks at one another. "Ladies, I'm twice as smart
as I look; well, that still might not be much, but I'm working on it," I
chuckled.
"What do you know about being relocated?" Buffy prodded.
"Nothing really. I do get this creepy feeling that if I get
posted to a corporate holding in Paraguay, I probably won't end up in
Paraguay," I shrugged.
"Are you going to quit?" Helena tag-teamed. She meant,
'are you going to make a run for it?'
"Havenstone has corporate resources on all seven continents.
Where am I going to go where some insidious Human Resources agent from the
company won't hunt me down and try to make me reenlist," I teased them.
Translation: I'm not dumb enough to think I can get away. They politely
chuckled which meant they knew what I knew about my projected promotion path.
"What are we going to do about your clothes?" Helena
altered course. Ugh.
"I'll give Katrina official notification that we three are
heading over to your place to let you change into something; better,"
Buffy decided. Better? This was my best suit, or had been.
Permission was granted and off we went. Surprise, surprise,
security stopped me and got confirmation that I could actually leave the building.
Next, we were mugged in the parking lot closest to my apartment building.
Technically, it was a legal mugging because the criminal owned the lot from
which he extorted the 'parking fee' from us.
I was curious to see if I could have the ladies wait in the
hallway while I changed. Buffy noticed the fire escape and made sure she loudly
pointed that out. In we went and sure enough, they followed me to the bedroom.
I began going through my sparse business suit collection.
"Those look dreadful," Buffy commented. "Where do
you shop? Walmart?"
"Sears," I corrected. Buffy looked cruelly amused.
"You work for a Fortune 500 company and you shop for your
clothes at Sears?" she mocked me.
"I'm not very good with money," I laid out my second
best/now best suit. "I blew all of last month's paycheck on the Ferrari,
Catalina 470 and Gulfstream. Stupid, eh?" We both knew I hadn't been paid
yet.
"What did you do with your signing bonus?" Helena
plopped down on my bed. "Hey, this is lumpy."
"I killed a hobo for it," I teased. "I take no
responsibility for whatever diseases you might pick up from sitting on that
overly pretentious compost heap." It actually wasn't all that bad.
"Besides, what signing bonus? Do you even know what college I
attended?"
"Ah; Brookstone," Buffy guessed.
"I'll give you points for the 'B'," I sighed. "I
got the callback for Havenstone and fell on my knees and thanked God that I
didn't have to go back to working nights as a repo man, or end up in retail
sales, food services, or custodial work. Done them all; not fun, believe
me."
"You appear to be a pretty smart guy," Buffy gave me
those 'come hither' eyes. "Why didn't you end up going to a better
school?"
"I was pretty much a jerk until my senior year. I could have
done better but I was ignorant, ugly and lazy. I was happy to get into
Bolingbrook," I related.
"What is this?" Helena held up a braid of red, blue and
green ribbons. The top quarter was intertwined with the rest of the ribbons
hanging free.
"It's a heart cord," I replied. "Each knot is a
sexual liaison." She counted out twenty-one.
"Not bad," she gave me those sexy eyes.
"The other three that I completed are in the closet," I
winked back. She thought I was joking. I wasn't and soon enough she found that
out.
"What the hell?" Helena regarded my handiwork dubiously.
"Oh yeah. I think I slept with half women in my college town
between the ages of 18 to 70, students and faculty included," I
enlightened them.
"That seems like a large group of women," Buffy examined
the braids held aloft by Helena. "Are you some sort of Casanova?"
"It is more like I have an out of control libido," I
admitted rather shame-faced.
"Tell me again why you didn't jump me yesterday?" Buffy
looked miffed.
"You are my boss, it was an obvious trap, and you bow hunt
predators and rip out their teeth. That last bit combined with that
aforementioned problem with my libido; ," I grinned sheepishly. "I
wanted to keep my job; and my life."
"Do you think I'd shoot you for a sexual indiscretion?"
Buffy postulated.
"Do you want my honest assessment?" I looked into her
golden eyes.
"Yes," she smiled warmly.
"You, and by that I mean Havenstone, are a bunch of raving
psychopaths masquerading as feminists who use economic exploitation to cover up
your numerous crimes," I unloaded.
The two women looked at one another then started giggling.
"We like you," Helena walked up and patted my chest.
"I'm glad Katrina chose you," Buffy added. "Let's
go buy you a suit, or three."
"I'm glad to see my ranting has had no effect on our
relationship whatsoever," I observed.
They let me dress, under their watchful eyes, into jeans and a
t-shirt. Arm in arm, they led me from my home across town to a clothier who
regularly did business with Havenstone.
"Don't you think it is unfair to put a man in restrictive
clothing before the hunt? Don't we at least get a sporting chance to run?"
I joked.
"I can kill a bounding deer at 50 meters. Running won't help
you," Buffy informed me.
"Well, I've hunted moose before," I countered.
"What did you use?" Helena asked.
"A hammer," I smirked. "I'm a real caveman."
"How did that work out for you?" Buffy played along.
"How do you think? I sobered up, realized I was hunting a 600
kg monster with a ballpeen hammer, ran my naked ass back to the car and drove
home," I chuckled.
"You are smarter than you look," my female tailor
muttered.
"Why were you naked?" Buffy looked at my reflection in
the three-sided mirror.
"We won the lacrosse finals," I told them.
"Were you on the team?" Helena inquired.
"Bolingbrook only has a Women's Lacrosse team," I sighed
happily.
"So why were you the one who ended out in the woods, alone,
naked, hunting a moose?" Buffy mused.
"I repeat, we won the finals," I winked, "and I
never said I was alone."
"Is this your fabled libido you've been talking about?"
Buffy teased.
"Three or four beers and my inhibitions fly right out the
window," I lamented.
"Right," Buffy shoved me; not fun when a woman is
adjusting your inseam.
"When is your trash day?" Helena came out of nowhere.
"Why do you ask?" I gazed at her.
"I'm thinking about a place closer to work," she lied
pathetically.
"Oh come; wait, you looked in my trash can," I gasped.
Helena had the decency to blush. "Three days ago," I admitted.
"Oh my God;” she blurted out. "You've been murdering a
box of condoms."
"How is this work related, or in any way not to be confused
with sexual harassment?" I stated.
"I'm okay," Buffy smiled. "Helena, how many?
Besides, do you feel sexually harassed?"
"Gross, Buffy; I didn't pick them out. I don't feel harassed
either, not really. I feel that getting our new intern to open up and talk
about his life experiences is a real team-building success," Helena beamed
sexual menace my way.
"Hold on," I grumbled. "Buffy, yesterday you were
setting me up for something and today, you set me up to fail at the board
meeting. Helena, I didn't even know you two hours ago. So why are you both so
comfortable busting my balls?"
"Cáel, yesterday and today until three o'clock this
afternoon, you didn't belong," Buffy told me.
"I don't understand the whole picture yet, but you fought and
bled for Katrina. You didn't even know that this male internship program was
her and Tessa's idea," she enlightened me. "You provided evidence
their proposal had merit without understanding what you were doing." I
hesitated a while as I took Buffy's interpretation of events in.
"Hmmm; yay us?" I offered. "I'm not going to insult
you by pretending that what happened this afternoon was anything but leagues
beyond the ordinary. I also resent the hell out of Katrina ordering me to have
dinner with her; it goes against policy and is plain wrong."
"She stood up for you today, Cáel," Buffy pointed out.
"I don't think you truly appreciate the gesture."
"What I do appreciate is that as screwed as I am, I'm still
better off than you two," my look hardened.
"How do you come to that conclusion?" Helena snickered.
"Really? Well, I hope you both like Fabiola because in a few
years she is going to be ordering you both around," I reasoned.
"It doesn't matter that Buffy; I don't know you Helena; is
more competent and capable. Fabiola is going to end up on top and you two will
still be picking up the laundry. What makes me better than you two is that I
know this to be true and you two still think you can be rock stars when all
you'll ever be is roadies," I explained.
"That's absurd," Helena snorted.
"Please believe me, it isn't something you two have done. You
haven't screwed up. Fabiola; she seems to be what's wrong with Havenstone.
She's an arrogant know-it-all who doesn't listen to the Goddamn professionals
she's been sent to learn from," I continued.
Whenever you separate people into groups, a rift develops. There
is not necessarily friction; unless someone upsets things and that was what I
was trying to do. I wasn't trying to topple Havenstone. That was a pipe dream.
All I was looking for was some allies who had my back. If I asked for more than
that, Buffy and Helena would turn on me.
They were both smart women. That was one of the reasons they had
been recruited, along with their stunning good looks and willingness to treat
men like pets.
"Fabiola's acting did suck," Buffy giggled.
"Goddess, that was pathetic, wasn't it?"
"What happened?" Helena leaned forward. Fabiola was
rubbing the staff the wrong way alright.
"She asked 'where is everybody'; after she stepped in the
room," Buffy rolled her eyes.
"I pity you," Helena nodded. "Daphne's working out
well for me. She's trying really hard." A barrier had been breached. They
were talking shop; the real Havenstone; in front of me. I had graduated from
'test subject' to actual male intern; emphasis on the male.
They were no longer upset that a male had set foot into their
world. I clearly 'knew my place' though they hadn't even known what that was on
Monday morning. Despite my badly biased work reviews, I was able and willing to
work. More importantly, I obeyed while doing the aforementioned things.
I was not a threat if all they had to do was tell me to 'stop',
'stand by my side', and 'kneel'. Better yet, from their own sexually driven
side, I could remain a man while doing so. I was slavishly devoted to the
hierarchy yet didn't take crap from others. I could fight and bleed for them
while they remained in complete control. In their ferocious world, I was a
'safe' predator.
The fact that these ladies picked up bows and hunted down
predators was
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“People who forget their past are doomed to be blind-sided by it.”
Monday
I couldn't help but notice the similarity between myself and the
other four new hires. We were all clean cut men, fresh out of college, fit and
masculine. The 'men' part of the equation made sense. Havenstone Commercial
Investments had come out of a long legal proceeding over their accused
discriminatory policies.
An undisclosed settlement had been reached plus they agreed to
implement this new program to hire more men. For me that meant an employment
opportunity with a Fortune 500 company despite my rather underwhelming
collegiate career. Don't get me wrong; I had good grades. I also went to a
college virtually no one had ever heard of, Bolingbrook College in New
Hampshire.
With me was Chinese-American Brian Fung from Harvard, blue blood
Trent Grant from Carnegie-Melon, African-American Khalid Adzharia from MIT and
Salvadoran-American Felix Melena from the University of Michigan, Ann Arbor.
For starters, they all had far better academic pedigrees them me, nicer toys,
and better looking suits.
The second they found out where I was from, I was dropped out of
their conversation. They were bragging about their awards and accomplishments,
their families and where they vacationed, professors who knew them on a first
name basis and when they planned to get their master's degrees. Given time to
take in our circumstances without the distraction of being part of their little
club, something occurred to me.
We were all freaking gorgeous. I don't mean cultured, handsome, or
attractive to the opposite sex. I meant every one of us would be hit on in a
nightclub in under five minutes unless we had a significant other hanging all
over us. I was getting a sinking suspicion about what Havenstone considered
'crucial' for job performance and it didn't have anything to do with what
alumni we were now part of.
Here I was with my Father's dark good looks, my genetics an
ancient blend of Bulgarian and Turkish with a recent addition of Irish Gaelic.
My eyes, the legacy of my Mom, were a deep emerald green. The broad shoulders,
narrow waist and powerful arms and legs were part heritage with a serious
application of physical activity. I exercised constantly, swam whenever I could
and cycling was my religion; the tougher the terrain, the better.
Better yet, the brainiacs around me hadn't seemed to figure that
out yet. Maybe they thought I was a 'legacy' hire, I had a relative on the
inside. Nope. Mom died when I was seven and my Dad worked for Illinois Power
and Light as a line runner. His sister, Aunt Stella, was a crab fisherwoman in
Maryland and unmarried.
A series of off-handed comments in the interview process suddenly
came back to haunt me. I'd been asked about who I was close to, both presently
and back in college. They wanted to know about my 'moral character'. Fuck it
all, I'd filled out a dating survey! I'd never used a matchmaking service, but
I bet if I logged on to E-Harmony, I'd recognize the questions.
The door to the conference room opened and seven women entered.
Ms. Tessa Carmichael had handled the interview process. Umami Lhasa was her
Hindi assistant and all-around encyclopedia of all things Havenstone. The other
five were unknown to me and, I had a feeling, unknown to my fellow new hires.
We all stood. The other four smiled. I smiled too, but felt cautious.
"Gentlemen, it is time to begin. Today we begin your
internship process and I'd;” Tessa got out before Fung interrupted.
"I was given the impression we were guaranteed employment,
Ms. Carmichael," he spoke in a commanding voice. How stupid was this guy?
"Academia is a sheltered environment, Mr. Fung. Havenstone is
very much part of the real, visceral world and you can hardly expect to gain a
six-figure salary with all the benefits based on your ability to impress men
who have never created an iota of wealth in their lives," Tessa smiled. I
hoped she eventually give it back to the orca she'd swiped it from.
"I was entertaining offers from several other corporations as
well," Trent added his voice. "We were guaranteed employment. Our
contracts state so." He seemed proud of his ability to read. Trent should
have boned up on reading between the lines.
"Well, if you two wish to sign 'Termination of Employment'
papers," Tessa sounded disappointed, "we will conceded to your
wishes."
At this point, the guys with a promising futures should have
bailed. I didn't have options unless you considered 'do you want fries with
that' to be a back-up plan. I was amazed the other four didn't see it.
"What we really want is a clarification of what this
internship process entails," Khalid intervened.
Tessa's smile became all happy bunnies again.
"Very well," she appeared pleased, "let's start by
introducing your mentors. Mr. Fung, Ms. Julian Jameson has chosen you. She is
our Senior VP in charge of Acquisitions, something you excelled in, I
recall." Fung looked pleased. Julian was a foxy red-head somewhere in her
mid-thirties.
"Mr. Grant, you have been selected by Olympia Shore, head of
our Financial Investigative unit." Greying hair yet she looked like she
ran marathoners down on a regular basis; she was tall, fit and svelte. "I
understand you showed a talent for forensic accounting," Tessa continued.
"Mr. Adzharia, you have been chosen by Ms. Phalli Chandra VP of
International Finance."
Where Khalid was patently African-American, his mentor was
African, most likely central African, like Congo, or Cameroon. She was in her
early thirties and sculpted in a way that made me think I wouldn't mind
wrestling her even though I wasn't sure who would win. "You have an
excellent grasp of linguistics as I recall."
"Mr. Melena, Ms. Tia Pharos VP of Business Management has
chosen to take you on." My bet she was Lebanese, or Palestinian, more
Sematic than Aramaic. Still, her hair was thick, wavy and long, all the women
seemed to go for the 'long hair' look for that matter. She was also the
shortest mentor, perhaps one meter; seventy.
"You have all around high marks in your education. We think
you will be a perfect fit." He smiled as did Tia. I thought they were
smiling for different reasons. Maybe that was paranoia. "Mr. Nyilas,"
that was me; Cáel Nyilas, "you have been selected by Ms. Katrina Love, VP
of Executive Services."
I could hear the 'huffs' of my compatriots. Executive Services
were basically gophers for the top tier of the corporation. ES was not the fast
track to success. They got the limos and laundry for those who were. On the
plus side, Katrina was a voluptuous blonde perhaps forty years of age, hitting
all my key sexual triggers; basically, a conscious, breathing female. I didn't
have low standards, I was a sexual omnivore.
Given the chance I'd seduce every woman I came across, though not
here, not today.
After a short series of introductions, we split up to go to our
various offices. It turned out that the mentor/internship relationship meant I
would be working at her side, literally. I'd have a spot in her personal office
for my work station, I would follow her to meetings and be on call 24/7 to
assist her in all departmental duties.
"Thank you for the opportunity," I said when she finally
gave me the impression I could speak.
"Aren't you disappointed you didn't get one of the plumb
assignments; banking, or asset management?" she inquired while studying
me. The gentle hum of the elevator was the only other sound.
"Hell, no," I blurted out then blushed. Katrina arched
an eyebrow. "I mean, I think this is a great way to know the company. We
get to go everywhere."
"I like your enthusiasm," she commented. I couldn't tell
if it was a positive thing. Beyond that, she remained non-communicative until
we made it to her ornate, spacious personal office.
Six young ladies followed us into the room, with the last one
shutting the door.
"Ladies, this is our latest hire; Cáel Nyilas," Katrina
began. "He's from some college in New Hampshire and, like the rest of you
new hires, will be expected be working closely with me and each other."
Did I mention they were all hot? I was familiar with some of the
looks I was getting, too. Once, in high school, I had asked out the Class
president who happened to be rich, pretty and smart. Her boyfriend had cheated
on her so I thought I had a chance. I was a working class nobody and the look
she gave me hurt as much as her words.
"Never in a million years," she mocked loudly. I was an
insect, a bug and way beneath her notice. That was the look I was getting from
these girls. Four years later, my acne was gone, I'd filled out nicely and
physically I had gone from caterpillar to butterfly. That led to the other half
of the vibes aimed my way. It was 'he's delicious' as one of my girlfriends put
it.
"Daphne Pile, Dora Cartagena, Fabiola Dobrani, Paula Wadena,
Violet Maza, and Theresa 'Tigger' Castro," Katrina made rapid-fire
introductions. "Now that we all know each other, time to start filling all
the orders in our cue. Until Cáel figures out what is where, who wants to ride
herd on him?" I had mistakenly believed I would be working with Katrina.
No one leapt at the opportunity.
"I'll do it," Fabiola Dobrani spoke up. She tried to
sound upbeat for Katrina. They filed out of the office, each woman heading off
in different directions, while I went to my tiny desk.
"What are you doing?" Fabiola sounded annoyed.
"I need something from my desk and to go to the
bathroom," I informed her. She sighed in exasperation. I quickly retrieved
a handful of rubber bands then raced to Fabiola. She pointed me at the closest
bathroom; which was Katrina's personal one. In I went then I locked the door.
My pants and underwear came off. I expediently made a rubber band chain then
looped it around my hips and pinned my hard-on pointed up.
That had become a serious problem when dealing with all these
attractive women and I didn't need the distraction. Once dressed, I
quick-stepped it to Fabiola who was tapping her foot.
"Let's go," she snapped. "We are working with Buffy
today. We go with her and do what she tells us to do. Got it?"
"Buffy is in charge, I have a basic command of the English
language," I replied. Fabiola shot me an evil look. "What? Do I look
like a five year old, or are you normally this rude?"
"I'm not being rude to you," the women with a
Mediterranean cast to her features reposed. "You've put us behind the
other ladies. In case you haven't figured it out, that's a bad thing on our
first day."
"Am I to believe this is your first day?" I smirked. We
stopped by another woman's desk. Did I mention that this corporation must raid
beauty pageants for their staff? Buffy was a medium height brunette with long
hair and a perfectly shaped oval face. Her eyes were the lightest shade of
brown I'd ever seen, almost golden.
"I'm Buffy Dubois," she stood and extended her hand. I
had a neural misfire. I took her offered hand, leaned down and kissed it.
Whoops.
"Cáel Nyilas, Ms. Dubois," I gulped. Buffy weighed my
gesture.
"Nice name," she grinned. "Call me Buffy. We go on
a first name basis here."
"Our first assignment for the day is to go to 1802 Exeter
Tower and prepare the suite for the CFO at our San Francisco office coming in
for one week," she informed us. I had no idea where Exeter Tower was and
what any of this had to do with my Business degree. I accepted that a fat
paycheck was a fat paycheck, so I put my confusion on the back burner.
There was an amusing bit of posturing about who got to drive the
company car down to the Exeter. Fabiola made a production of taking the keys
and making me sit in the back, Buffy didn't want to drive.
"You aren't much of a man's man, are you?" Fabiola
mocked me.
I waited a second for Buffy to say something, considering that
bordered on harassment. Fabiola snickered at me while Buffy looked out the
window, bored.
"Was that supposed to mean something to me?" I replied
smoothly. "I don't know you, you obviously don't know me, and your
assessment of my gender potential is ridiculous."
"Come on, 'New Hire', you didn't even go to a real
school," Fabiola spat back.
"That's enough," Buffy coughed. Fabiola shot me a dirty
look. I elected to not be childish, looking out the window instead. Driving the
car turned out to be more of a disadvantage than the gem Fab thought it would
be. Fabiola had to park the car while Buffy and I went up.
The Exeter suite turned out to be a fully furnished apartment. The
trick was turning the normal accoutrements into the specifics the client
demanded. I didn't have experience with interior design. I couldn't say I was
demeaned, being reduced to a glorified furniture mover. If Buffy was impressed
by my ability to move chairs about, she hid it well.
She even left me to my own devices while she went to the bedroom.
I double checked the image she'd downloaded to the cellphone to make sure
everything was where they wanted.
"Cáel, I need you back here," Buffy called out. Back I
went, it wasn't like I had a choice. "We need to make sure the Feng Shui
of the room is impeccable," she ordered.
"Yes, Ma'am; Buffy," I nodded. "Now let's assume
for a second I don't have the faintest idea what you are talking about and go
from there."
"For now," she chuckled, "it means moving the bed
where I tell you to." As I moved to the far side of the king-sized bed,
contemplating the crushing weight of my student loans, I noticed Buffy had made
a wardrobe adjustment.
That was a kind way to say she had unbuttoned her blouse to her
naval and her pale pink, lacy half-bra was clearly visible. I also saw the
incisor of some predator hung from a silver chain around her neck. As she
leaned forward, it swayed, playing ping pong between her boobs. I was carefully
attentive to her instructions and even managed to ask a few questions like
'what is Feng Shui?'
"It is the art of focusing energy upon positive and negative
lines so that you promote, or disrupt, the harmony of an area and its
occupants," she informed me. She back-flopped down on the bed in one of
the least obfuscated suggestions of 'come get me' I'd ever seen. I stayed well
away, sensing a trap.
"It's jaguar," Buffy tilted her head back and leered at
me. Her shirt was wide open, her bountiful mounds jiggling slightly and her
eyes were inviting. She was referring to the tooth pendant that was nestled
between her breasts. I backed up toward the window.
"I'm sure there is a story behind that," I tried to
wiggle some more breathing room from my collar.
"There is," she rolled over, her goodies still on
display. "I shot it with my bow, skinned it and pulled the tooth from its
skull." How sweet and informative.
"I'm glad I'm across the room then," I grinned back.
"I'd hate for there to be a misunderstanding between you and I." Now
she placed herself on all fours and stalked across the bed toward me.
"I don't think you are very interested in me," she
pouted. Now I was mentally mapping out the time and distance involved in me
getting past her and exiting this career-killer.
"You are my boss," I exclaimed as I started edging
around the room. "I imagine you are very interesting, but I'm not the kind
of guy who makes advances on every beautiful woman he meets." That was a
total lie. I had the bad habit of making advances on ABSOLUTELY every beautiful
woman I met.
"Where is everybody?" Fabiola announced after she
waltzed into the room. Forget an Oscar, she wouldn't even get a Razzie from me
for that patently false performance. Buffy huffed, rolled her eyes and shifted
to the edge of the bed. She fixed her blouse properly then shot a withering
glance at Fabiola before getting back to business.
After sending a final video of the apartment to the CFO's personal
assistant and getting her okay, we checked out our next chore and set to it. A
good deal of it was getting laundry, specialty meals and even picking up kids
from daycare/school. We did manage to do some actual corporate business. We ran
some confidential documents, not trusted to the computer system, to the various
big wigs who needed them.
In eight and a half hours I had been a furniture mover, delivery
boy, nanny, chauffer and glorified postman. Had it not been for my mountain of
student loans, the insane salary and limited job prospects, I would have been
disheartened. As it was, I was merely paranoid and confused. I was getting the
subtle sense that the women I was working with were waiting for me to fail.
I was confused because, with the bending over, strutting, lingerie
model wannabes all over the place, how did they expect me to get anything done?
My cock hurt, a lot. I was looking away so often I was afraid I'd get whiplash.
These had to be the clumsiest women on Earth. Wherever I went, someone dropped
something and had to bend over to pick it up.
No, they could not bend at the knees. They had to reach over while
keeping their legs straight. These weren't the new hires either. The only one I
saw before quitting time was Fabiola. Even she was pretty helpless. She kept
losing her shoes and then pleading to me to help put them back on. No matter
how hard she tried, I was not looking up her damn skirt.
Finally Buffy 'released' me, indicating my work day was over.
That's when the jackals closed in. From out of nowhere, all six of the new
hires appeared outside Katrina's office as I retrieved my valise. Had it not
been for my mode of transit, I'd have left it there and made for the elevators
instead of risk being cornered.
"Is there a problem?" Katrina spoke up, sensing my
reticence in leaving her office. I had to think fast.
"Can I use your bathroom?" I turned and asked her. She
indicated that I could. I went in and changed, ditching the rubber band
nonsense, it hadn't really worked.
When I stepped out, the conspiratorial whispers among the new
girls stopped. I even caught Katrina looking me over. See, I got to and from
work on my bicycle. It was a really nice bike. Dad got it for me for
graduation, as I said, I don't come from money. Anyway, biking in a suit in New
York City was kind of stupid and hard on the dry cleaning bill.
The answer to this dilemma was biking clothes, which in June
consisted of very tight shorts and a tight shirt (my helmet is with my bike in
a nice secure area in front of our skyscraper). Now take into account I was in
really good shape and, oh yeah, horny as hell with a 'sensational' package
(fine, one girl called it sensational, I chose to run with her literary
license).
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6; yep, ab six-pack accounted for and there was the
tube-snake running off to my left hip. Even my nipples on my broad pectorals
were making an appearance (through the shirt). As a passing note, I have a
really nice ass, or so I've been told, and these shorts don't work well with
underwear so I was going without.
I mustered my courage and marched on the door.
"Umm;” Katrina purred. "Tomorrow, seven o'clock."
"Yes, Ma'am, Katrina," I waved over my shoulder. The new
hires parted for me, except for Daphne. She put a hand on my right bicep.
"Cáel, we are going out for drinks to celebrate our first
day," Daphne smiled sweetly.
"Thank you, but no thank you," I shook my head.
"I'm not into time travel." I moved past her.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Dora inquired. They
followed me to the elevator.
"It is a riddle, Dora," I grinned. "If you six
ladies celebrated your first day with the company, where and when did this
celebration take place?"
"Are you implying we are lying to you?" Violet glared.
"I'm implying you six are treating me like an idiot and none
of you are graduates of the N S A, C I A, or the New York Academy of Fine Arts,
Violet," I glared right back.
1 hr 4 min
October 25 The Inn Club: Part 9
The Inn Club: Part 9
Alex enjoys a long layover with Becca.
Based on posts by PtmcPilot. Listen to the ►Podcast
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My name is Easton, and a short time ago I discovered a
hidden world inside the Cheslea Inn hotel chain. I found out a private,
non-exclusive sex club exists that meets just after the bar closes each night.
One night a beautiful woman picked me up for anonymous sex and introduced me to
what was known as The Inn Club.
Not every night in a strange city at a strange hotel
resulted in an encounter with a Club member, so more often than not I had
nothing at the lounge but a nightcap. This night found me on the west coast in
my room around 9 pm, still a good couple hours before I would head downstairs
to the bar. I was watching TV when my Club phone, a burner, buzzed with a text.
The text identified Alison as the source; the same Alison who had introduced me
to the Club over a year ago.
Alison: 'haven't seen your schedule in a while'
She had asked me to keep her informed of my plans just in
case she wanted to get in touch with me again.
Me: 'sorry, no offense'
Alison: 'none taken; waiting'
Me: 'sec'
I took a few minutes and updated my calendar, snapshot it
and sent her the pic.
Alison: 'Hold on'
Me: '?'
Alison: 'hold. on.'
Me: 'k'
A few minutes went by.
Alison: 'how likely u r in Dallas on the 8th?'
Me: 'guaranteed. Evenings 8th thru 10th.?'
Alison: 'k. My friend Saya will be in touch. And Alex, she
-needs- you'
Me: 'okay, anything else you can tell me?'
Alison: 'she'll give you the story if she wants, but she
hasn't had sex in a long time.'
Me: 'that's a bit cryptic'
Alison: 'she's unhappy'
Me: 'and I'm a solution?'
Alison: 'everyone deserves to be happy'
Me: 'of course. Anything else?'
Alison: 'just be you'
Me: 'I'll treat her well'
Alison: 'I know'
Me: 'and when do I see you next?'
Alison: 'woman of mystery'
Me: 'tease'
Alison: 'teases don't swallow and fuck'
Me: 'lol. No they don't. Stay in touch''
Alison: ':)'
My trip to Dallas was the next week, with a four day
turnaround at home. It seemed that her friend Saya had a strong emotional need
to be met and I wasn't sure I was going to be able to provide that. What I
could do for her, what I felt confident I could do, was please her physically
if she was inclined to let me.
I finished business in Ohio, had a relaxing and typical
non-sex weekend at home and found myself at the Dallas "Inn" early in
the afternoon on Monday. I had just finished dinner and was removing work my
clothes when my Club phone buzzed.
The number was new, and the message read, 'Alex, this is
Saya. If you like, could you come by 3 1 9 at 8pm?"
I was fine with the earlier time and really all too eager to
meet Saya and get the rest of the story. 'see you then, Alex'
At 7:45 I took a shower and put on fresh clothes before
leaving just in time to arrive at 8. Knocking twice, the door opened to reveal
a woman with oriental lines, jet black straight hair, pale skin, and alluring
attire. "Alex I presume," she said in slightly accented English. I
nodded and entered the room, dropping a small bag as I did. She had a larger
than normal suite, with a sitting area separate from the bedroom and kitchen.
There were two glasses of wine on a table with the bottle between them. As I watched
her shut the door I noticed her halting movements. I guessed she was nervous.
Wringing her hands once she approached me. "Won't you
have a seat and join me for a glass of wine?"
I nodded to her before sitting and picking up my glass. I
toasted her, "To new friends."
She sat, nervously crossing her legs, and picked up her
glass to return my toast. "As you say."
I sipped, and found the Malbec nice and peppery. "That
sounded formal," I said, trying to convey amusement. I failed.
She grimaced, "I don't know about this."
I set down my glass and took one of her hands in my own.
"Why don't you start by telling me how we came to be in the same
room?"
I watched as she took a mouthful of the wine and swallowed
it over several moments. I took that time to note she was of average build with
stunning Asian features. Alabaster skin, black hair, black eyes, shockingly red
fingernails, form fitting button front white and black skirt, and black high
heels. Her white blouse had black accents, further accenting her skin.
"That's a long story, Alex."
"We all love stories, Saya, and I'm guessing you need
to tell yours."
"Again," she said plainly, "as you say."
Exhaling, she smiled wanly, "I met Alison, as you know her, about six
months ago. We rather quickly became close."
I nodded and sipped my wine. She continued, "I'm
unhappy Alex, and I don't even know where to begin."
I said nothing, just met her gaze and nodded slowly. She
took a breath, "Once our children were out of the house I started to see
things about my husband I had never noticed before. Maybe early on the kids
gave me something else to think about, but once they were gone there was
nothing to distract me. More and more I could not keep from seeing so many
things about him that I could not tolerate. Finally I could no longer stand his
touch. Now, I'm more unhappy than I have ever been, angry that I cannot move
on, and so very lonely." She looked up at me with genuine pain and longing
on her face and said quietly, "And now I haven't had sex in years."
She brushed away a tear and I set down my glass and took her
hands in mine. She continued, "I met Alison, as you know her, almost a
year ago. Over time we came to be close friends. Close enough that a few weeks
ago I told her about my depression and its cause. She didn't say anything that
day, but a couple weeks later we went out to dinner and she told me about the
Club and how she might know someone who could, who could " her voice
trailed off.
She sniffled, rubbed her nose and then continued. I refilled
glasses as she took a deep breath and continued. "Who could give me the
personal, and physical connection I've been missing." She half grinned at
me, "And that I wouldn't be sorry."
I nodded and said quietly, "It's just the two of us
here. Tomorrow we go back to our lives, but tonight we can leave our concerns
elsewhere. What would you like to do tonight?"
Saya was breathing heavily and did not look up. She said
quietly, "I don't want to ask, Alex. But I very much want to be
wanted."
I stood and hugged her, "You're beautiful Saya, and I
very much would like to make love to you."
She clutched at me and sobbed. I pulled her to her feet and
led her to the couch where we sat and she leaned into me. I held her until she
regained her composure. "Tell you what," I said, "I'll lead, if
that's alright, and you just tell me if it's okay. You'll be in charge the
whole way." I winked and added, "I'll drive the car, you tell me if
we are going the right direction."
She grinned awkwardly, her eyes moist. Then she nodded.
"May I kiss you?" I said. She smiled and nodded.
I lifted her chin and leaned in to kiss her. She met me
halfway and felt hesitant for a good thirty seconds before she notably relaxed
and slipped her tongue into my mouth. I returned her kiss with fervor, hoping
it was clear that I was as into her as she was into the moment.
Her hands went around my back and crushed me to her as our
kiss continued. Her heavy breathing complimented my own, and I knew we were
both into it. When we paused my hands went to her blouse, "May I undress
you?"
She nodded, but smiled before answering. "Let me do you
first." I noted it was not a question. I backed up as she unbuttoned my
shirt with unsure fingers. She pushed my shirt off my shoulders, letting her
fingers run over my chest as she did. The hunger in her eyes was evident. I
stood as her hands went to my belt buckle and I kicked off my shoes. With my
belt undone she pushed my pants and underwear down past my hips, smiling with
obvious joy as my full erection popped into view. Letting go of my clothes she
took hold of my cock. "Alex, are you, are you really so excited by
me?"
Standing there with my pants around my knees and my dick in
her hand, I bent down and took her head in my hands as I kissed her forcefully.
She stroked me confidently, and when we broke she stood. "Strip me Alex,
and then take me. Please."
I nodded as I unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it off her
shoulders. Reaching behind her back I unsnapped her bra and moved it aside;
only to be pleasantly surprised by the size of her breasts. Her creamy D cups
were tipped with dark brown nipples that were thick and solid with excitement.
Unable to stop myself, I uttered, "Magnificent!" as I hefted her tits
and sucked a nipple into my mouth.
I paused as I shifted to the other breast and said,
"Tell me how to please you."
She was starting to breathe heavily as I took her other
nipple in my mouth, "Mum, Alison told me you would ask that. Mum, nibble
them I think."
I did, and her fingers laced in my hair to keep me going. I
undid the clasp on her skirt and then paused, ready to bare her to me. I
shifted my suckling mouth to her other nipple, waiting on her. I didn't have to
wait long. "Alex, I want your tongue on me." With that direction I
pushed her skirt and panties to the floor and pushed her back onto the couch. I
pressed my hands between her thighs and she needed no more effort to part them
for me. Her pussy was bare, her dark brown lips parted like a flower with her
inner pink glistening and begging for my tongue.
I briefly thought I might be too aggressive, but as my lips
locked on hers in a completely decadent nether kiss, the movement of her hands
to press my face into her sex told me if anything I might be lagging her
excitement level. I pressed my tongue between her folds, trying to let my
efforts be guided by her reactions. Unfortunately, or fortunately, that was not
working because her vocalizations were a stream of "oh my, oh fuck, right
there, oh god, oh, my, please don't stop, lick me!" and finally, as I
tongued her clit firmly, "Nung, oh, Alex, I'm nung, ah," and I felt
her pussy flutter as I continued to lick her. At last her panting slowed and as
she opened her eyes and looked down she saw me still with my mouth on her.
I thought she might be on the verge of tears, but then her
face broke into a smile and she giggled. She pulled me to her lips and kissed
me, her hands finding my cock again. "Alex, can we move to the bed? I'd
like you inside me now." I nodded, not thinking there was anything I
needed to add.
She lay back on the bed as a knelt between her thighs. She
held me, rubbing my head between her lips. "Alex, go slow."
I nodded, "It's been a while, I understand. Don't
worry."
She let go of me as I moved my hips forward and pressed
myself to her entrance. She laced her fingers behind my head and threw her legs
around my back. Looking into her eyes, I pushed into her slowly, but after only
an inch her expression was not one of joy. I paused and she looked scared, "Alex,
I don't know, I want to, but." She looked frantic.
I backed away and kissed her. "Nothing to fear. Did I
mention I was an Eagle Scout?" It didn't seem to register and she still
looked nervous and upset. I added, "Be prepared." She let me go as I
stood from the bed and went for my bag. She reached for the sheet but I stopped
her with a gesture, "You stay right there, waiting." Her expression
wasn't convinced, but she kept her legs parted and her sex uncovered in a very
vulnerable pose.
She watched me with interest as I rummaged through the bag
and found what I was looking for. Returning to the bed I sat next to her, there
was a question on her face until she read the tube. I flipped the lid on the J
X lube and squeezed some into her palm. "Now, you keep me ready as I get
you ready." Still the nervous look, but when I shifted position and made a
show of lubing up my fingers she again relaxed and took hold of my cock.
Turning so that she kept hold of my cock, I lowered my lips
to her pussy as I placed two fingers at her entrance. Feeling her tense, I held
my advance as I sucked on her clit. She gasped, clutched at my cock, then
suddenly relaxed. When she did, my fingers met her flesh. She groaned loudly as
l pressed into her tight channel. When at last her resistance increased, I
tried to push as much of the lube into her as I could as I lavished attention
on her clit.
I let her hips guide my actions. So as she tensed I paused,
and when her hips rose to meet me I was ready with more lube. Over five or ten
minutes, who's counting, I had my two fingers fully within her well lubed,
warm, wet and ready pussy. Now she was panting, "Alex, make me come."
Now I pulled myself from her grip, pivoted and put myself
between her legs again. As I fisted my cock with still more lube, I looked at
her with earnest lust. "Tell me what you want me to do." I again
thrust two fingers inside her, finding her hot and ready.
She pulled her knees back, opening herself lewdly in a clear
declaration. "I want you to fuck me, right now," she grunted at me.
In one slow, continuous, purposeful yet unhurried thrust I
pushed my cock inside her. Even as I passed the point my fingers had prepared
my thrust was met with a look of wonder and joy. As I spread her to the last by
sinking within her to the hilt her gaze was one of rapt pleasure. Seating
myself fully she locked her legs around me and pulled me in for a kiss. I moved
a little, unable to hold myself fully still as her pussy held me in a velvety
warm vice grip.
Breaking the kiss I looked at her, but her eyes remained
shut, her mouth frozen in an "oh" shape though she was silent. I
began to slowly fuck her, only a small bit to be sure she was ready. After a
few minutes she kissed me hard and then grabbed the hair at the back of my head
as her eyes popped open, "Mum, that's lovely Alex, but I need you to move
faster."
"Yes, ma'am," I said, and started to lengthen my
strokes. As her breathing deepened and her cries became more urgent, I tried to
remain calm and reserved and resisted my own urge to speed up. I was enjoying
myself, and her, immensely, and I was in no hurry to bring things to a
conclusion just yet.
After a few minutes my slow fucking was having the desired
effect-Saya was getting impatient. She started to fuck me back with thrusts of
her hips, but I was able to anticipate and keep control of the pace. After a
few unsuccessful tries she changed tactics and started to squeeze with her
internal muscles at various times in my strokes. This was something I didn't
have a way to counter, and my deeper breathing told her she was getting to me.
She panted and pulled me in for a deep kiss.
When I broke the kiss it was for the purpose of getting
ready to come. I shifted to my knees and held her breasts firmly as I started
to really pound her pussy. It was obvious she was into it.
I started to move one hand to her clit, but she pushed me
away, "Just hold on, nung, and fuck me!"
She started rubbing her clit herself as I held on to her
tits and fucked her as hard as I could. "Alex," she grunted,
"Come with me! Now!"
And then she arched her back and her thighs clamped me as I
felt her squeeze my cock with a ludicrously firm grip. As she started to come,
I felt myself swell, reach the peak, and explode within her. Pulse after pulse
was greeted by the flexing of her pussy as we drove each other through our
climaxes. It was powerful and primal. I kept stroking well past my own peak,
continuing to enjoy her as I waited for some kind of signal.
When I had slowed to a stop fully within her she pulled me
in for another kiss. I took the opportunity and rolled onto my back, Saya still
astride me and my cock still fully within her. She looked surprised as she sat
up. "Ooh, that's deep."
I chuckled, "You should try it when I'm really
hard."
She lifted herself up twice, fucking me gently, "And
that's what, ten or fifteen minutes away?"
I grabbed her breasts again, "Been talking about
me?"
She grinned, "Only good things Alex. Only good
things."
I sighed and closed my eyes as she leaned forward and lay
down on my chest, resting her weight on me. She said quietly, "Can you
stay?"
I flexed my cock and she returned the gesture. Later I would
realize this might have been a mistake, but I kissed her and said, "Turn
off the light, I'd love to go to sleep like this."
"Mmm," she replied, and the light went off. I fell
asleep with her weight on my chest and my cock slowly softening inside her.
I awakened much later, feeling refreshed and surprised as I
noted I was hard and Saya was stroking me. Figuring out I was awake, she kissed
me and rolled on top of me, guiding me effortlessly into her pussy. With a
groan she sank down on me and sat straight up, holding my hands to her breasts.
"Mmm, good morning," she said, "And you were right. You're even
deeper now."
She felt great, and tight. "You okay?" I asked.
In response she said nothing, but she started to slide her
hips back and forth, picking up her pace as her excitement level clearly rose.
"Oh Alex, I feel so alive today!"
With that I just held on and let her set the pace. Before long
she was panting and groaning and getting really free. "Oh fuck you feel
good! Mmm, you like me fucking you?"
I leaned up and bit down softly on a nipple, "Fuck me
Saya, make me come."
"Oh Alex, I'm nearly there, keep up!"
I didn't have to do anything, such was her energy. Grinding
on my cock and sliding along my length at a frantic pace, her grunts and moans
ensured I was as keyed up as she was. "Oh, coming!" she declared just
as her breath caught, and then the tension of climax seized my body as I started
to flood her pussy.
Gloriously oblivious to me, she kept riding me at a
breakneck pace as she drove through her own orgasm. I was spent and just
enjoying the show when she finally slowed. Collapsing on my chest she seemed to
sense I might have been left out, though she was wrong.
She blew her straight black hair out of her face.
"Sorry, I got carried away." She slid back and forth once in a very
slow ride. "I lost track, but it feels like you came inside me."
I sighed, hands still on her tits. &
23 min
October 25 The Inn Club: Part 8
The Inn Club: Part 8
Alex has a follow up with his ex-sister-in-law.
Based on posts by PtmcPilot. Listen to the ►Podcast
at Explicit Stories.

We arrived at my room and I looked at her after the key card
unlocked it, "Ready for a good time?"
She nodded and I led her into the room. She walked to the
side of the bed tentatively then stood there and watched me as I walked over to
her. "What now?" she asked.
"Hold your arms straight up," I said. And she did.
And in an instant I grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it straight off
her. I was rewarded with an "Oh!" and her hands shot to cover her
breasts. I slid my hands up her belly and pushed her hands out of my way so I
could get a good grip on her breasts as I squeezed her nipples. She was looking
at me with an odd expression, so I gave each nipple a brief suck and was
rewarded with, "Mum."
I pushed her backward until she contacted the bed and then I
told her to sit. When she did I pushed in the center of her chest, nudging her
to lie back. I then sank to my knees and placed my hands on her calves.
"Care to give me a good look at your bare pussy?"
"I'm feeling a little, I don't know, bashful with the
lights on?" she said.
I pushed and she resisted. I stood. "Tish, take my pants
off." She sat up and her unsteady hands went to my belt. As she worked to
unbuckle it, I started to take off my shirt. With my belt undone she quickly
unfastened my slacks, unzipped them and pushed them down. I watched as she
traced the outline of my hardon with her fingers. She did that for a good
little while and then she hooked her fingers on my underwear and pulled them
down as well. My cock bobbed free and she sat back a bit. A couple moments
later she wrapped her fingers around me and gave me a squeeze.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," she said. She
gave me a tentative stroke. "What should I do?"
"Lay in the middle of the bed on your back, and spread
your legs."
"Should I take my shoes off?"
I leered at her as she pushed back on the bed, "No, leave
the heels on. They look great."
As I got out of the last of my clothes, Tish was in the
center of the bed with her arms folded over her chest and her legs together. I
had sort of a plan for this situation, so I went to the nightstand and
retrieved a couple ties. I got a raised eyebrow, "What are those
for?"
"You need to let go, and so I have a little mental
exercise for you to try." When she didn't reply I figured she wanted me to
go on. "I'm going to take some control and options away from you."
"Oh really?"
I nodded, "Yep. First thing, think of a safe word."
"A what?" she said.
"I'm not going to do anything you really don't want me
to do, but you need to be able to act out to the extent you would like. So, you
can complain, shout, beg, hiss, curse at me for whatever I'm doing, but unless
you use that word, what happens is my choice."
"Bacon," she said immediately. "I'll try to
play along."
I nodded, then got on the bed and straddled her chest, also
pinning her left arm at her side. I noticed that her eyes were locked on my
dick, which was inches from her face, sticking straight up and leaking rather
profusely. Taking her right wrist in my hands I used a tie to secure it to the
headboard. Then I freed her left hand and tied it to her right.
I sat back to admire my handiwork, then scooted back and lay
down on her, my balls resting on her mons as she continued to hold her legs
together. I nuzzled her neck and said quietly, "First, I'm going to give
your pussy a good tongue thrashing, and then I am going to fuck you." She
said nothing, but when I started to kiss my way down her body a moan escaped
her lips. I took my time, going from ear to neck, slowly down between her
breasts before circling around each nipple and giving them a nice long suck.
"Alex, untie me, I want to do this my way," I
heard her say as I passed her belly button.
"We tried your way, now I'm just going to give you what
you need."
"What I need?" she said, her voice rising, "I
never thought of you as that arrogant. Now. Let. Me. Go."
I kissed my way down the tops of her thighs to her calves,
which were freshly shaved or waxed as well. I put my hands on her feet and went
to push them apart. Again she resisted me. "Have it your way," I
said. Then I took hold of her feet and rolled her on to her belly.
"What are you doing?" she barked at me.
Snatching the bottle of lube from the drawer I dribbled some
down her ass and put some on my hands. "Easier to get to you in this
position," I said.
"What-" she started to say before the sliding of
my hand between her thighs caused a short intake of breath.
I started to rub her pussy and I'll be damned if her legs
didn't start to relax. "If you're enjoying this you're going to love
having my tongue on your clit when you come."
I slid one, and then two fingers inside her slowly, but as
far as I could go. She moaned then said, "Fuck you Alex, I don't know if I
want that."
Keeping those fingers inside her I rolled her on her side,
then hooked her knees and brought them toward her chest. She didn't resist me
and I had the sense she hadn't anticipated what I had in mind. With her bent
double at the waist, her pussy was nicely exposed. Before she could react I
quickly shifted to straddle her torso, hooked her knees with my left arm and
stuck my tongue right between her lips.
"Fuck!" she exclaimed. She tried to straighten her
legs, but with them bent she had no leverage. I tongue fucked her for many
strokes before she spoke again. "Oh, I, I may have been wrong. Mum."
Now I shifted my weight and pressed my hands between her
thighs. Rolling her to her back to was able to push her thighs apart and get my
arms between them. Now I was lying on my belly, hands between Tish's out
stretched thighs, her glistening bare pussy right before me. I licked all
around her lips, teasing her mercilessly now that I was where I wanted to be.
"Alex," she purred, "lick me."
I paused in my ministrations and pressed two fingers deep
inside her, curling them to press her g-spot. She arched her back. "I'm sorry,
you'll need to be more specific," I said.
"Lick my... please don't make me say it." I kissed
a spot right above her clit then licked around her labia without actually
touching them. "You fucker, just do it!" I started to kiss my way
further from her pussy even as I got more assertive with my fingering.
At last she exhaled, her legs relaxed, and she said quickly
and very quietly, "Please lick my pussy."
Well, now that she asked so nicely, I did just that. I
licked her lips up one side and down the other, then took them between my lips
and gave them a suck. The whole while I continued to massage her g-spot, and
when I thrust my tongue into her and slowly rose to her clit, her hips came off
the bed and she let out a long, low moan. My tongue beat a fast staccato on her
button and I was rewarded with a string of "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh; as she
rose toward a climax. Her breathing got more rapid and then finally she all but
yelled, "Oh, I think I'm going to come!" And on that note I sucked
her clit between my lips and continued to lash the tiny appendage with my
tongue as I continued to assault her g-spot. Her breath caught and I felt her
tighten around my fingers before she started to contract rhythmically with an
orgasm. I didn't relent as she came, making sure to keep up my efforts until I
felt her start to come down. When she said with a huff, "Please, I need
just a minute," I let go of her clit but kept my mouth on her pussy.
Withdrawing my fingers I took the opportunity to roll on a condom. Not typical for
me during Club activities, but I had plans.
"Wow," she said, "That had to be the
strongest orgasm--AH!"
I cut her off by plunging my fingers into her again while
simultaneously recapturing her clit firmly between my lip covered teeth. I
tongued away for all of twenty seconds before her hips lifted up and she moaned
a loud, "Oh, coming. Again. Nungh!" And again I kept up my efforts
until she came down from her peak, but this time when I withdrew my fingers I
subtly wiped her juices from my face and sat between her thighs where I started
to rub my cock up and down her cleft.
"Mum," she purred, "Are you going to enter me
now?"
"No Tish, I thought I would fuck you."
"Mmmm, okay," she said.
I leaned down over her and held her head up. "Open your
eyes, I want to see them as I slide into you."
She looked up at me, her face and chest flush with
excitement, and her eyes glazed over as I slid slowly into her wet pussy. When
I was in to the hilt I reached out with one hand and undid the knots. She
rubbed her wrists then moved her hands to trace my sides as I started to pull
back. Her mouth opened in reply, but no sound came out. I leaned down and
kissed her as I started to fuck her, first with long slow strokes to both keep
myself in check and to stoke her fire. "Wrap your legs around me, it'll
pull me in deeper." She did, and I did. Then she took my head in her hands
and kissed me with what I can only call fury.
I broke the kiss to tell her, "Now, wrap your arms
around me." She did, and I answered the urge to quicken my pace.
"Alex," she moaned, "Please;" she
paused.
"We're fucking, Tish, you can say what you feel, tell
me what you want."
She once again took my head in her hands and looked right
into my eyes, "Hold my hips down and fuck me." She added with a
smile, "Please?"
I growled my approval then sat back on my haunches. I pushed
her legs apart and back and told her to hold her knees. I leaned forward to put
my weight on her hips, then shifted so I could fully thrust with my mine. Two
fast thrusts and her eyes rolled up, "Oh god!" she grunted. I fucked
her as hard and fast as I could, and a short while later I felt her clench
around me as I felt myself reach the point of no return. I exploded into her,
my hips taking off on their own rhythm as my climax took control. Able to do
nothing else, I continued to fuck her soundly all through both of our orgasms
and only slowed when she released her knees and looked up at me with a
satisfied grin.
I kissed her and she returned it with gusto. Still inside
her she wrapped her legs around me and said "So that's what I've been
missing. Mum." and she relaxed all her muscles, her legs and arms going
limp.
I slowly withdrew from her and got rid of the condom.
"There's more, if you're game."
She rolled onto her side and looked at me with a grin.
"I think I'm game as soon as you're ready."
We lay there holding hands for a good ten minutes before I
announced I was going for water. I returned with two bottles and we both sat up
in bed and drank them quickly. "I hope I've put your fears to rest about
your not being desirable," I said.
Jane 'humphed and set the empty bottle on the nightstand.
"I think I heard somewhere that stiff dick has no conscience?"
I leaned over and tweaked one of her nipples, eliciting a
squeak. "I heard the same about a wet pussy. But honestly, it's rather
easy to just get off and not worry about your partner. But that's a huge part
of the fun for me"
Jane turned her head to look at me, "Are you popular?
In the Club I mean?"
I shrugged, "I don't know there's a way to measure
that. We don't keep score and I'm not aware of too many ways people share
information, let alone 'reviews'. I tend to think that reviews would undo the
nature of it." Jane was watching me with an odd expression, but I
continued. "If I put myself out there, and a woman I might otherwise not
look at sits down and asks me to play, it would be horribly rude to decline.
Moreover, once you set aside your superficial assessment of their, um, capacity
for fun, you find out that if you both are out to have sex for fun you both
will succeed."
She reached out and took hold of my currently tame cock.
"So you really do like um, performing oral?"
I nodded and she asked, "Why?"
I put my hands behind my head and let her play. "I'm
not going to answer that. You're a very smart woman who should be able to
figure it out." I was starting to harden in response to her attention.
She gave me a squeeze. "Looks like someone might be
ready for round two."
"And you're in charge this time. If you need some
suggestions, I can make some."
"Sure, but first I need to do some research," she
said, continuing to stroke me.
I closed my eyes and said, "Take your time."
It was an instant later when I felt her mouth close over me.
I inhaled sharply and seized the nearest breast. "Ohhh, fuck yes that
feels good."
She pulled off me with an audible pop and I looked down at
her. She grinned and said, "I'll keep going, but I want you to watch
me." I nodded vigorously and shimmied my way up the bed so I could lay
back and comfortably watch her minister to my now fully hard cock.
She took me back in her mouth, struggling to keep eye
contact. As she lavished (no pun intended) pleasure on my cock I moaned my head
off, pleading for her to continue and constantly telling her how good it felt.
After just a few minutes I could tell I was getting close. "Jane, er,
Tish, you need to stop or you're going to get a mouthful for round two."
She gave a 'hmmm' kind of sound but I wound my hand in her
hair and slowly pulled her away. When she let me slip from her mouth she smiled
broadly and said, "I totally get it now."
"Totally?"
She slapped me on the chest and said, "Totally. So,
give me an idea. About me being in charge."
"Female superior is called cowgirl, so, saddle
up!" I said as I slapped both hands on her butt. She squeaked again but
moved to straddle my hips. I slid down the bed out of her reach and then moved
my arms up. "But first, I want you to pin my arms down with your legs and
make me eat your pussy again."
The look on her face was as pleasingly demonic as I had
hoped. Straddling my hips she ground her pussy along the length of my cock
before taking hold of my arms and moving up to pin them under knees. I was now
rewarded with a very close up view of her dripping sex, still wet from our last
bout and now renewing itself for another. Looking down at me she lowered
herself steadily to my mouth. "Lick my pussy, Alex."
Of course, as she lowered her lips to mine I had little
recourse but to comply. I pointed my tongue best I could and when she came into
contact I slid between her lips and into her pussy. I ran my tongue the length
of her cleft, but each time I tried to capture her clit she moved just out of
my reach. We repeated this dance for several minutes before she took a firm
grip on my hair and started steering me to exactly where she wanted me to lick.
For my part, I decided to just be a fleshy dildo and kept my oral efforts
confined to a very specific locale, encouraging her to position herself just
where she needed. After several minutes her breathing was getting ragged and
then her grip on my head became fierce as she proclaimed, "I'm almost
there! Now, suck my clit!"
Nothing an actor adores more than good direction. At that instant
her clit was readily accessible and I did just as she asked, pulling her tiny
pleasure bud between my teeth and punishing it with rapid strokes of my tongue.
Seconds later I heard her breath catch as her body went rigid, then felt the
pulsations in her pussy as she rode my mouth through a strong orgasm. However,
since she was in charge this time, I kept going until she forcefully lifted her
pussy away from me and broke contact.
She shifted her pose to put her hands on my wrists, then
slid slowly down my body until I felt her pussy touch my cock. With a snap of
her head she threw her hair over her shoulder and out of her face. "I've
never had intercourse in this position Alex."
"You're a smart woman, Tish. And besides, your body
knows what to do. But if you want some hints, just ask."
Letting go of one wrist she reached between us and guided me
to her entrance. Whereas on the first go around I had entered her slowly, once
assured of our alignment she sat down on me in an instant, sheathing me fully
inside her and eliciting a guttural, 'Mum', from both of us.
"Damn you feel good," I said.
"So do you," she said, but her movements indicated
she wasn't sure what to do next.
"If I might," I said. I put my hands on her tits
and pushed her to a riding astride position. "Now, slide your hips forward
and back." She did, delivering a delicious jolt of pleasure as she did. I
exhaled in approval, "Okay, well done. Now, lean all the way forward until
your chest is on mine." I didn't have to tell her the rest when she moved
her body back and forth. I held her there momentarily and held her hips firmly
as I gave her two fast strokes with my hips.
"Hey!" she said with not much disapproval, "I
thought I was in charge this time."
"Yes, but if you start to tire, I can get us to the
finish line." She nodded, and I pushed her back up to sitting astride,
still fully impaled on my cock. "Now move your feet to my alongside my
hips, then bounce on me using your legs."
She did so, and the look on her face said, 'oh, hell yeah!'
She started to bounce on me and the look on both our faces
said we were ready to come. "Mmm, now I see the condom was all part of
your plan," she said.
Her pussy felt great as she pumped herself up and down, but
I heard her. "I merely had hopes about the way things might
progress."
She stopped with her hips joined to mine and leaned forward
with her tits just above my chest as she gave her hair another flip. "I
think I shall tell you how to service me now."
"Yes, ma'am, please do."
She took my head in her hands and stared into my eyes.
"Fuck me like crazy, and come inside me."
I didn't bother to answer her, and I probably could not
have. I grabbed her fleshy hips and stared right back at her as I bucked my
hips to jackhammer my cock into her pussy. We both watched the other rapidly
approach the peak, lose focus and then go over as our orgasms hit. I fucked her
for everything I was worth as her inner muscles clasped me and urged me on even
as I urged her. Pulse after pulse I pumped into her greedy sucking pussy as I
thrust harder and harder in search of the end. As her eyes came back into focus
she leane
27 min
October 25 The Inn Club: Part 7
The Inn Club: Part 7
Alex has an unexpected encounter with his sister-in-law.
Based on posts by PtmcPilot. Listen to the ►Podcast
at Explicit Stories.

My name is Easton, and a short time ago I discovered a
hidden world inside the Cheslea Inn hotel chain. I found out a private,
non-exclusive sex club exists that meets just after the bar closes each night.
One night a beautiful woman picked me up for anonymous sex and introduced me to
what was known as The Inn Club.
Late winter saw me attending a customer conference in
Tennessee. Though the event was being held at a swankier resort, the Nashville
Cheslea Retreat, the off season and atypically cool weather meant that the
resort was far less crowded than one would encounter in the spring and summer.
I had never attempted to link up with Club members at a resort location, and my
little on-line f a q didn't have any crowd sourced entries for me to go by.
As a result, there were many possible bars where one might
encounter Club members...or not. There were also several other conferences and
conventions going on, so there were quite a few people around until much later
than at the typical hotel.
Coming back on Tuesday night after a full day of meetings at
one side of the resort, I planned to relax in my room until ten thirty, but I
found myself going stir crazy at the thought of a casual hook-up. Departing
early also gave me time to browse a few of the resort bars before settling in
on one where I might indulge in a little polite hunting.
This was not made easier by the fact that I had left my
glasses behind. Short distances such as within a room were no problem, but
reading signs and recognizing people at a distance was a non-starter.
I walked through the first couple of bars noting relatively
few people, but the third one was close to another set of convention rooms and
it was quite busy. Though not quite standing room only, I estimated there were
forty to fifty people, men and women, of varying ages though mostly older than
thirty. I sidled up to the bar and ordered a Gin & tonic as I attempted to
nonchalantly look around the room for possible Club partners. As most of the
people were talking loudly in groups of three or four, it seemed likely they
shared in whatever conference was going on nearby. I should have joined in one
of these conversations to gain some insight into the group and their interests,
but me being me I didn't do that.
It was fifteen past eleven when a number of the groups
started to break up and the crowd thinned out. One woman of about my age with
dirty blonde hair remained behind after the rest of her group left. She took a
seat at a table by herself and sat back. I watched as she took out her phone,
did something with it, then placed it face down on the table before her. She
sipped her drink and sat back again. I took a brief look around, and seeing no
one approaching her, I did.
Arriving at her table in front of her, I bent down slightly
and said, "Do you mind if I join you?"
A pair of surely unnaturally bright blue eyes looked up at
me and smiled. "Please do," she said in a quiet but sure voice.
"Can I ask you a question?" I said.
She sipped her drink and smiled again, "Please
do."
"Was the large group here all part of the same
conference?"
She nodded and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.
"Yes."
"I see. And that conference is?"
She grinned, "I like a specific question.
Pharmacologists. An annual bash put on by drug manufacturers."
An alarm bell tried to go off in my head, but the volume was
strangely turned down and I was able to ignore it. I grinned back, "Must
be interesting when Pfitzer gives away hundreds of Viagra."
She was sipping when I said that and she coughed rather
violently when she started to laugh at the same time. She coughed for a good
thirty seconds before she cleared her throat and calmed down. She was smiling,
and blushing. "Oh yes, lots of promises of all nighters wouldn't you
know."
I shrugged. "I would never promise all night, but then
again I am not a Pfitzer fan."
She raised an eyebrow. "I see. And why would you tell
me this?"
I reached into my pocket and withdrew a card. "I made
an assumption that you might be one to, play?"
She reached out and I handed her my card. At that exact
moment a female and rather slurred voice said loudly over my shoulder, "I
know this guy Beth!" And the unseen assailant took my card and dropped
heavily into a third chair.
My companion to be looked at me with surprise, looked at the
new arrival with disdain, and rose from her seat. "Have a good night
Jane."
At that exact second I didn't need to look over at the new
woman to know that I had a very big problem on my hands. Pharmacist. Jane. My
ex-sister-in-law met those parameters. I turned to confirm my conclusion and
found Jane examining my card with obvious difficulty as she struggled to focus.
Moving the card to and fro she said, "So, Alex is it?
What's the deal with this?"
This is illustrative of what happens when you are not paying
attention to your surroundings, say the people in the bar or the big signs that
must have welcomed the pharmacists to their convention. Crap.
And now I should probably provide a little background.
Many years ago my wife's brother married Jane and they
proceeded to have two children. I always found Jane a bit standoffish and she
never entered into the discussions the family would have at our periodic
gatherings. Nevertheless, as the years went by I may have been one of the few
people in the family that tried to engage her in conversation. I am certain
that a big part of the family's feelings toward her resulted from how she
treated her children. In fact, when the kids were younger we observed this
directly and frequently talked about it behind her back, and when the kids got
older they would tell us stories in the presence of their father no less. As
for me, I was always polite and tried to reach out, but as I mentioned, she was
standoffish to the last and I also didn't think much of her parenting skills.
Then, about six months ago Jane sent me a birthday gift. The
preceding history should tell you I was surprised to receive it. It was a
t-shirt from a museum in her hometown and a gift card for a local chain
restaurant. Nice, nothing too special, definitely unexpected, and the timing
made little sense to me.
When Christmas came around she sent me another gift. This
time it was a fairly pricey bottle of scotch, and it came to my work address
rather than my house. Surprising twice over. As with the birthday gift, there
was no card to explain the mystery, so I simply took the bottle home, added it
to the liquor tray and began to enjoy it. The wife isn't a drinker so she
didn't even notice the addition.
A month later we had another family get together and Jane's
kids let it be known that their mom was having a bit of a tough time. That
night I reached out to Jane and offered some conversation over dinner if we
were ever in the same city. We both traveled quite a bit for work, but neither
of us was ever in the other's city. I sent her the current version of my work
calendar, she thanked me for the offer, but said nothing else about it.
I learned a short time ago that to no one and everyone's
surprise that Jane and Ray were getting divorced. To my additional surprise the
kids decided to remain with their mother until the youngest finished high
school.
And now, maybe two weeks after that, Jane was sitting at my
table, drunk, and holding my Club card which clearly did not have my real name
on it. Though a lot in those last paragraphs was interesting, nothing happened
to be more interesting than the fact Jane was not only drinking, but drunk. To
my knowledge they didn't even keep alcohol in the house. So now that I appeared
to be at the mercy of my shrew of an ex-Sister-in Law, it looked like I was
pretty well fucked. And not in the way I had planned.
"So, Alex, care to explain?" she asked,
still struggling to focus on me and the card.
"Jane, I'm ready to discuss it with you if we can go
somewhere where we don't have to shout to be heard."
She nodded, sloppily, before attempting to stand. I stood
quickly and went to her side to help her stand. I put her arm through mine and
I held her firmly as we started to walk toward the elevators. "Should we
go to your room?" I asked.
She stumbled slightly before looking up at me with clearly
unseeing eyes. "Think, maybe, forgot, key?"
I sighed and helped her into the elevator. Pushing the
button for my floor I resigned myself to a few hours of drunk duty trying to
keep her from puking all over my room.
As predicted, we had no sooner entered my room than she
covered her mouth with her hand and I quickly got her to the toilet where she
loosed the contents of her belly. The last time I had been in this position was
over thirty years ago, and I soon realized the proceedings were as ugly as I
remembered.
I held her hair, cleaned her face with a cool damp rag, and
held her as she wrenched her guts out time and time again. When finally nothing
more would come I got her to rinse and gargle and sit on a pillow I brought in
to the bathroom. She resisted me when I tried to get her to drink some water.
"Easton, thanks for being here." I nodded and she
continued, "You didn't have to."
"You needed help and I was there. Don't worry about
it."
It might have been her discomfort, but her eyes seemed a bit
less clouded than they had been an hour before. "What's the deal with the
card?" She asked.
"Do you really want to know?" I said.
She didn't nod, just closed her eyes for a moment. "A
fake name? What's so bad you need a fake name? And looking for women? Aren't
you stillhappily married?"
Her emphasis on 'happily' was irritating, but I kept my
voice neutral. "Jane, what I do is my business. Though I suppose now that
you have seen that card you might decide to make it your business."
"Easton, Alex, whatever. I'm divorced. Fuck it."
I was shocked by her language. Counting her state, that was
two bona fide surprises in one night. "I, I'm sorry about that
Jane."
Her head hanging down she looked up at me through her damp
hair. "You don't have to bullshit me, I know no one in the family likes me.
Well, I guess it isn't my family anymore." The look on her face said she
didn't really like that fact.
I sighed. "That's probably a really long discussion for
another time Jane."
Her head lolled to one side, "Sure, but tell me what
you really think." After a pause she added, "Alex." The last was
not said with affection. I think she sobbed just a bit as I pondered my reply.
I bit back a comment on her skills as a mother and tried to
be sympathetic. "Your girls seem strong, well adjusted and ready to meet
the world, and I honestly don't know how you did it. I also don't know why you
married Ray in the first place, but that's not my business. As for family,
you've got blood ties to the clan now. But regardless, I'm sure the divorce is
painful as is the relationship with your kids."
Jane briefly went into a full blown cry before I handed her
a small towel and convinced her to drink some water.
"Jane, I've never seen you drink. What's up with
that?"
She looked at me with a half-semblance of focus. "Just
one more thing I've never done." Her eyes stared right into mine.
"Now, about Alex."
I took a deep breath. "Go on."
She withdrew the card and squinted with an effort to focus
on the small print. She read, "solo, het, requests." Dropping the
card she said, "Should I take that to mean you are alone, heterosexual and
just looking to please?"
I laughed a bit and answered, "Yes, actually, that's
exactly what it means."
"What's so bad at home?"
"Nothing. And that's the problem. Nothing. I simply got
tired of no sex for weeks on end and decided to, shall we say, open my
mind."
Jane looked at me with curiosity. "Being that I am
still drunk, should I tell you something I've never told anyone else?"
"Actually, I'd prefer that you'd not "
"I wasn't a virgin when I married."
"I"
"I've only ever done it with the lights off."
"Well, I"
"I've only ever done it missionary, because I never
wanted to think about it."
"I see. Well, not really. Why tell me this?"
She took my chin and turned me to face her. "Might Alex
want to help me change that?"
I remained silent for an uncomfortably long period, which
led her to hang her head and say, "I understand. I didn't expect a
yes."
I moved so as to sit down behind her before leaning her back
into me. "Jane, I'll be completely honest with you, though truth be told
I'm a decent liar when required." She laughed shortly, more like a snort
really. "A willing woman is just about the most attractive thing to me. I
submit that a willing woman can seduce just about any man because someone who
says they want to have sex with you is just about impossible to turn down. But
then again, maybe that's just me."
"I didn't succeed with you just now," she said
quietly.
I put my mouth near her ear and said quietly, "Jane,
you're wrong, but not entirely. First, if you really want to have sex, it won't
be for the first time when you are drunk." I hoped she understood she just
wasn't at all attractive in her current state, not to mention the whole consent
dilemma she was presenting. "Second, I'll leave you some ideas to put you
in a more sexy frame of mind. Then we can try again."
She nodded, a bit, then turned to look at me. "I'm
really, really tired now. Can I stay here?" Before I could answer she went
limp in my arms. Sighing, I put my arms under her and held her tight as I stood
to my feet. I dragged her over to the bed and lay her down on it. I turned her
on her side and unclasped her blue cotton bra before removing it and her
blouse. I'll admit, I did take in the sight of her tits and nipples, but only
because they were right there in front of me. I pulled one of my undershirts
over her head and got her arms through the holes, which was much more difficult
that I had imagined it would be. Rolling her to her side I unzipped her skirt.
Removing it I was surprised to find her wearing black lace panties. I wondered
if everything she had said was really true.
I tucked her into bed and crawled in next to her, but with a
sheet separating us. I set an alarm for four hours later so I could get some
fluids and an aspirin into her system. It made for a restless night, but at
seven when I woke up and got ready to leave, she was sleeping peacefully. I
hoped her dreams were likewise peaceful and I decided to leave her a note.
"Jane, hope you are feeling better. As soon as you read
this, drink all the OJ in the fridge and take another aspirin before drinking a
few glasses of water. If you want to continue the discussion from last night,
here are two things I want you to do: get a Brazilian wax, and buy a bullet
vibe."
I was half hard as I left the room, wondering what I would
encounter later in the day.
My day was filled with meetings and briefings and as such
nothing was out of the ordinary until around four in the afternoon when I got a
text. I had decided to carry both phones and I was pleased when I discovered it
was my Club phone that buzzed with a message. It was from a number I did not
recognize but the message was pretty clear. 'Alex, up for dinner? Thanks for
last night. Got your note. Two words for you: Ouch! Oh. Tish.' I laughed at the
60s reference. Looked like things might pick up for me later.
'Tish, I'll make that pain well worth it. Shall we meet for
American grill at 7?'
'Something more interesting?'
'Sushi?'
'Never had it. Let's do it.'
'After dinner.'
'LOL. I hope so.'
'K. drop an overnight bag at my place 6:45. Then sushi.''
'K. C U then.'
I slipped the phone back into my bag and paid less than half
a mind to the rest of the presentation. Before dinner I returned to my room and
changed into some more relaxing clothes. I also made sure that a few items were
close to the bed if needed. I didn't know precisely what Jane might be up for,
but was going to be ready for anything. Promptly at 6:45 there was a tap on my
door. Opening it I took in the sight of Jane in a shimmering blue dress with a
nice deep v to accent her cleavage. I took the bag from her hands and kissed
her on the cheek. "Good evening Tish, how are you?" I dropped the bag
in the room and closed the door behind me.
She kissed me back and took my elbow as we turned toward
elevators. "I had a bit of a rough night, but fortunately a Good Samaritan
took care of me and by ten this morning I was right as rain." We didn't
talk much on the way to dinner.
We arrived at the restaurant on time and the hostess led us
directly to the booth I had reserved. After sitting down in our booth and
picking up my menu I asked, "So, how much of last night do you
remember?"
"Fortunately, oddly, and somewhat unfortunately, most
of it I think."
The server came by, took our drink order, and I gestured for
Jane to continue.
"I remember being dreadfully drunk, vomiting while you
sat there with me, and confessing I was miserably divorced. And apparently
you've been living at least part of another life that I wouldn't mind
exploring."
I nodded as I listened, then said, "You do look quite
nice tonight. How, um, do you feel?"
"A Brazilian?" she said in a burst as she tried to
keep her voice down, "I honestly did not know what I was asking for, but a
quick web search fixed that. At first I was shocked, but then I just took a
deep breath and walked to the spa before I could chicken out." She leaned
forward, "I don't understand the appeal. Is it really a turn on?"
I found myself quickly hardening at the thought of getting
my mouth on her bare pussy; something I had never envisioned until I wrote the
words this morning. I took her hand and placed it on my crotch. She started and
tried to pull back her hand, but I held it there. She looked at me and there
was honest desire in her eyes. "Oh yes," I said, "and I'll make
sure you feel the effort was worth it."
She gave me a squeeze and I released her hand. I moved my
hand to the hem of her dress. She looked at me as her eyes widened in surprise.
"What are you doing?" She said quietly. My hand was halfway up the
inside of her thigh when the server cam
30 min
October 25 The Inn Club: Part 6
The Inn Club: Part 6
Alex spends an evening with a voluptuous co-worker.
Part 6; Based on posts by PtmcPilot. Listen to the Podcast
at Explicit Stories.
Based on posts by PtmcPilot. Listen to the ►Podcast
at Explicit Stories.

On this trip I was in Southern California for a week. About
six months prior I had identified an opportunity in an emerging market sector
that my company had little presence in. As this opportunity progressed I spent
more and more time with the customer base, and now that a proposal was finally
on the table it was time to buckle down and get the award. The proposal writing
process is filled with long days and stress relieving nights, which normally
means lots of drinking.
For me, however, there was another stress relief opportunity
to be found with the Inn Club. This time I was staying at a more out of the way
Inn due to the number of colleagues in town.
After another long day of trying to demonstrate the customer
side of things I was ready to play. The first two nights at the hotel were a
bust, which at least allowed me to get some much needed sleep. On the third
night things turned out differently.
I arrived at the bar just before closing and ordered
something different, scotch on the rocks. A nice sipping drink should I end up
alone yet again. I was seated alone at a table for two when a lovely woman
walked up to the bar and took a seat. She waved off the bartender and then
slowly looked around the room. As her gaze passed my way I realized I knew her
from the local office. Well, sort of. I knew she worked at the office we were
currently using for the proposal writing as I had seen her there on several
occasions. I tried not to let recognition show on my face and none shone on
hers.
As I sat my glass back down she stood and walked over to me.
Dressed in a slinky dark blue dress, the color helped to suggest more than
reveal her figure. Thin and trim and curvy I had previously ogled her and
concluded she sported something along the lines of a 34-26-34 body, with a DD
or bigger cup size. That, combined with killer looks and very long platinum
blonde hair, meant she surely received no end of attention. Unfortunately I was
willing to bet most of that attention was unwanted. This beautiful woman, whom
I knew to be named Samantha, took a seat next to me and pulled her chair a bit
closer.
"Are you alone tonight?" she asked.
"Not any longer," I replied.
She grinned, "No, perhaps not." She offered a hand
sporting a French manicure. I took it and we shook. "Ana," she said
before releasing my hand.
"Alex," I said, "pleased to meet you." I
added, "If you don't mind my saying, you are surely the most beautiful
woman I've ever met."
She sat back and looked at me with an expression I couldn't
place. She gave me that look for a long while before a hint of something else
crossed her face. Again I couldn't place it sadness, annoyance, I wasn't sure.
"I'm sorry," I said, "You must get that all
the time, and you probably didn't sit down here just to hear me tell you how
good you look." When her expression went neutral I added, "Are you
sure I can't get you something from the bar and then you can tell me about your
day?"
Instead of answering, she raised an eyebrow and picked up my
glass, sampling the 16 year old Glenfidditch it held. "Alex, thank you for
the offer but I'm not really here to drink. And as for my day, well, I'll leave
work at work. Suffice to say it was much the same as any other day, filled with
endless tasks of questionable value and yet each sent out with an urgency that
belied the banality of it all."
Ah, now I understood the look. "Not taken
seriously?"
"Fuck no," she said in a quiet huff. "I've
heard people compare me to Jessica fucking Rabbit, though with a different
color palette. Many of the women at the office simply tolerate me, and too many
of the men ogle me whether they know it or not. I could dress down and try to
look more plain, but I'm not interested."
"You could try another place to work."
She shrugged and her eyes grew distant, "Maybe I'm
overly sensitive to it. More of the people are helpful and supportive than
not."
"But," I said.
"But I'd like to be seen as more than a great body with
a mind."
I nodded. I decided not to keep up the illusion that I
didn't know her.
"Ana, I should tell you that I have seen you at the
office."
Her eyes widened, "And you didn't say anything?"
I lowered my voice to a whisper, "I'm saying so
now." I paused, "If I bump into you at work I wouldn't want it to be
a surprise."
She looked at me skeptically before smiling. "Alright
Alex, fair enough. We're pretty far from that office. I assume you stay at the
same chain all the time for loyalty points, and there's lots of closer Inns to
that location. So why here?"
"So that I'm far from that office." She raised an
eyebrow and gave me what can only be described as a hungry look. I added,
"So why are you -here-?"
From deep within her cleavage she produced a card and handed
it to me. She held onto it for a moment as I took it, forcing me to tug it from
her grasp. Looking me in the eyes she said, "I'm hunting, Alex. Aren't
you?"
I looked at a card that listed her number and read:
Ana
Player, The Inn Club
I turned it over to read: solo, hetero, talk. I did not know
what she meant by the last, but I hoped to find out.
I handed her my card, and said, "Oh, I never hunt. I
prefer to be the game whenever possible." The front of my card listed my
number and read:
Alex
Player, The Inn Club
The back of this one read, typically for me: solo, het,
requests.
"I see," she said, sitting back and crossing her
legs in a very Basic Instinct way, "And tell me, Alex, are you
worthy prey?"
I gave her body a thorough ogling before looking back up at her,
"I certainly hope so."
She knocked back the last of the scotch and withdrew a
phone. My own buzzed a bit later. 'Rm 601, talk time.'
I nodded and followed at some distance as we both left the
bar and headed upstairs. I arrived at room 601 to find the door ajar. I
cautiously pushed it back, moved the security latch out of the way and closed
it. The bathroom door was open and no one was in there. Beyond was a nice suite
with a large king bed and a single roll-away that looked to have unfolded from
inside a small couch. The lights were off and the room was lit by a number of
candles, unscented I noticed. Ana was pouring sparkling white wine into two
glasses. She offered one to me and gestured toward the open sliding glass door
that led to a balcony. I proceeded her outside and took a seat. The evening air
had a slight chill to it, but the view of the mountains in the light of a full
moon soon made me forget it. She sat down next to me.
"I do love the view from this location. Especially on
nights like tonight."
"Oh?"
"If you cannot see the stars then you might as well
have moonlit vistas."
I tried the wine and found it slightly sweet, bubbly, and
quite good. "Are you a fan of stargazing?"
"I grew up in the desert, a place where you only needed
to travel a few miles to see the entire sky at night," she said, eyes
faraway in the view.
"My story is similar, and my fondness for astronomy
started in grade school." I looked around at the surroundings. "Funny
thing though, I never spent much time looking at the moon. Seems rather silly
on nights like tonight to not be able to talk more about it."
Setting her glass down she stroked my arm, "Well, I
happen to know about the moon, but I left my telescope at home."
"Um," I started, "This is going to sound like
the most amazing coincidence, but I have a good pair of binos with me."
"Here!?" She exclaimed, staring at me wide eyed.
Then her expression changed, "The comet, right? Tomorrow night?"
I nodded, not surprised she understood. "You really are
a skywatcher. Relena 2506 is not exactly big news."
She punched me in the arm, "A full moon and then a
comet? It should be! Well, what are you standing here for, go get them! Right
now!"
"And why should I?"
Smirking at me she eased the straps of her dress off her
shoulders and parted the material to reveal more of her impressive breasts.
"Hunting now, Alex?"
"Just the fish tugging on the line, that's all."
"I think we both know we've caught each other,"
she said as she stroked her fingers over the tops of her breasts. She then poked
me in the chest with one of those fingers, "Now go get those binos so I
can teach you a thing or two."
On the way out I grabbed one of her room keys and quickly
returned with my binos. Her dress was now off her shoulders and above the waist
she sported only a bra. A bra, I hasten to add, that was ever so diligently
attempting to constrain a pair of simply spectacular breasts. I stared for a
very inappropriate amount of time before a snap of her fingers got my
attention.
"Earth to Alex, they're just boobs."
"Oh no, they're not." I yearned to take hold of
them, but Ana was in charge of setting the pace.
She laughed a little and took my binoculars from me and put
her hand through the strap. Looking up at the moon she adjusted the eyepieces.
"Zhumell, very nice, Alex, shall I begin my tutorial?"
"I agree, a nice set."
"Hmph," she said, and passed me the binos.
"OK, a few cool things about the moon," she began,
moving behind me and pressing her breasts into my back. Briefly using her phone
she called up some images and guided me to a particular part of the moon's
surface, the Sea of Tranquility. When I told her I had it she said,
"That's where mankind first stepped foot on something other than the
Earth. I'm sure it was an amazing moment for all the astronauts who did. To
paraphrase Carl Sagan, that blue world is where everyone who ever who ever was,
every hero and everyone who has ever loved, everyone you have ever heard of,
lived their lives. Of course, at that time it was true for all but exactly
three humans."
I lowered the binoculars. "I love Sagan," I said.
"That bit about the pale blue dot should be of far more importance to
people than it is."
She hugged me with a sincerity I could feel. "And as
Jodie Foster would say, Amen."
I didn't need to let her know I recognized the quote fromContact.
I asked, "So why was that place chosen?"
"They thought it would be smooth. Of course that wasn't
based on anything more than flyovers and bad film, but you had to justify a
decision based on something."
I nodded in the pale but strangely bright light. "What
else?"
She again called up images on her phone to guide me to the
next target. "That's the largest crater on this side of the moon, Alex.
Tycho."
"I know the name."
"Good, Alex. Did you know that Kepler's Laws of Planetary
Motion were derived from Tycho's observations? Or that he was the first modern
observer of a supernova?"
I turned to face her, "No, but I do remember Neil Tyson
saying Tycho died after his bladder burst because of his desire not to offend
anyone at a dinner."
She smiled broadly at me as I handed her the binos.
"You see, I can still listen to you even with your outrageous good
looks."
I ran my hands down her bare arms and sides and let them
come to rest on her hips. I turned her slightly and pointed to the sky.
"One of my favorite targets is the Pleiades, next to Taurus. That big red
star is Antares, and the Pleiades is right, over there."
Moving my hands to the small of her back I took hold of the
zipper and slowly lowered it. "They are beautiful," she said.
I slid her dress down over her hips and let it drop to the
floor as my hands came to rest on her panty clad ass. "They are
indeed."
She giggled, then handed me the binos. "That's enough
show and tell for now."
"I was hoping we were just about to start," I
said.
She turned and put her hands behind my neck. "Oh, we
are, Alex. We are."
She kissed me then, firmly and passionately but without
urgency. As I replied and started to get more energetic she pushed me away a
little. "Alex, I must insist that you let me set the pace."
I nodded. "I thought I was."
She waggled a finger in front of my face. "I mean it
Alex."
"I'll try?" I said.
She patted my nose. "You will, don't worry. Now strip
and get on the bed."
"Which one?"
"The small one. The big one is for sleeping," she
smirked, "The small one is for fucking."
"Okay," I said with a drawl as I unbuttoned my
shirt. Ana had pulled open a drawer and was taking things out of it. The dim
light did not help me identify them.
Turning to face me she held a very complicated piece of
webbed strapping. "Should I ask?" I said.
She smiled and shrugged but did not answer as I dropped my
shirt and prepared to lower my pants. "Always eager to see what I'll get
to be working with," she said as my cock came bouncing into view. She
licked her lips. "Always nice to guess right."
"Guess right?"
"Just lay down, Alex."
"Yes, Ana," I said. I lay down on the small,
single size bed and Ana sat down next to me, holding a set of straps up before
my eyes.
"This is just to help you play along."
"How's that?"
She ran her fingertips over my stiff cock. And my hips
jumped a little. "That's what I'm going to help you with Alex, that
thrusting problem."
"I didn't know that was a problem."
"It's a fantasy of control, Alex, but just a little
one. I'm going to secure your hips so you cannot try and take over the tempo
with your thrusting. I'll set the pace, that's all."
She gave me a squeeze and the hardness she found gave her my
answer, "I see this meets with your approval."
"So what else do I need to know?"
She passed the straps over my legs and I realized how it was
supposed to work. The straps held each leg around the uppermost part of my
thigh. These loops were joined together to a strap that went under the bed. She
tightened the straps and my legs felt completely restrained.
She lightly stroked me when she was done. "Okay Alex,
try to thrust at my hand. I really want to know how much you can move your
hips."
I pulled at the restraints trying to get more contact with
her hands, but to no avail. "I'd say they are frustratingly
effective."
"Good," she said with a wide smile and her hand
stroked me more aggressively.
"I have a couple of things I really enjoy doing. I'm
not going to bother explaining, as your hands are free and you can leave any
time. However, as soon as you touch the strap release, we're done."
I nodded. "Sounds to me like there is more instruction
coming."
"I think I'll just have you tell me if something is a
no. And I'll do the same."
Seeing me nod, she got up on the bed and pretty much just
lowered her pussy onto my face. No question about what I was supposed to do
next, I stuck out my tongue and touched her bare labia with a slight lick. She
moved her hips a bit and soon enough she was positioned perfectly. I thought
about putting my hands on her hips, but the geometry wasn't right. I had to
'settle' for taking her large dangling breasts in my hands.
As I licked around her outer lips in a teasing manner, I
gave her tits a healthy squeeze and then used my fingers to lightly pinch her
nipples. She had a hold of my cock at the base and I could feel her breath on
me. "That's perfect Alex, a little pinch, but not too much."
As she took me into her mouth I groaned into her pussy and
dove my tongue between her folds. She grunted around my cock and then pulled
back a little, "Going fast there Alex?" She said.
"Saw-ry," I tried to say with my mouth still very
close to her lips.
"Don't be, I wasn't chiding you." She gave me a
couple of very deep sucks and then ran her tongue all over me. "Tell you
what, as this is just supposed to be act one, race you to the finish?"
Determined to see if I could get her off first, I moved my
hands to her rear and held her down on my face. "Ah ah ah, no fair Alex,
mouths only. Get those hands back on my boobs."
Well, if she insisted. I did as she asked and tried to focus
on licking her pussy even as I had handfuls of the most glorious tits that were
part of the bombshell sucking my cock. I was at a bit of a disadvantage, if I
can even say that with a straight face, as she was able to move her hips and I
was not. If she chose, she could move out of reach whereas I was right where
she wanted me.
The nature of the situation, combined with her oral
ministrations, had me hard as I'd ever been and I'm sure I was leaking
copiously into her mouth. I licked all around her outer lips until I could tell
her pussy was starting to flare open a bit and get wetter on its own. Then I
started working on her inner lips, which were on the shorter side in my
experience. Nuzzling my nose between her folds I gave her clit a very brief
flick with my tongue and was rewarded with an "ooh!" Alternating
between sucking on her lips and giving her clit a touch, I tried to keep her on
edge and trying to anticipate my next move as I strove to be unpredictable. Her
breathing was getting heavier, as was mine, and her breasts were feeling even
fuller-if that was possible.
She moved a hand to hold my balls while she continued to
fellate me expertly. It was a good thing my hips were restrained or I'd be face
fucking her despite my efforts not to, and I definitely did not want her to
stop. Sensing myself getting closer by the second and unable to stop thinking
about coming in h
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