“Mayor, I hardly think that rationale applies here. Bridger keeps a low profile. He was touted as a hero on his first case, but since then has never even been interviewed. He doesn’t like the spotlight. And given he only asks for whatever reward might be offered, he doesn’t strike me as being in it for the money. I did a little checking on his last case. He captured a serial killer in Montana just two days ago. This time, just in time to stop him from having his way with a twenty-year-old he had just taken that night! All the agents involved said he had every chance to take the guy out and not a single reason not to. There was nobody that would have blamed him if he had, but he brought the guy in alive and left. And all there was in it for him was a ten-thousand-dollar reward from a former victim’s family.”
Sensing a chink in the mayor’s armor, he added, “And the mayor gets the full credit for bringing him in on the case. Seems the FBI agent in charge had some kind of beef with him and didn’t want his help. The chief of police was just as unwilling, but the mayor decided that it couldn’t hurt and neither of the pair had a good enough reason to argue after that. Now, whenever that story finally makes the papers, and it will, who do you think the public is going to give the credit to since the guy that actually did the work isn’t likely to be there?”
From where he was, Crane could swear he could hear gears in Simon’s head. Old, rusty gears that he hadn’t used in years and more than likely couldn’t remember what they were in control of, but they turned, nonetheless, as he mulled over what he could do with that kind of reverence from his constituency. With a little planning, he could stay in office for years just off of this guy’s work if he was successful. And if he wasn’t, they could blame whatever they wanted on him.
“If you’re so sure this guy can help, fine. But I want it clear he reports directly to me. Not the press, the FBI or the police. Whatever he finds comes through this office. Either you or…no, just you. I don’t want anyone else to even know that we know him. I don’t want any hint of this to get out, clear?”
Crane wanted to ask why but decided against it. Besides, he’d already won the war. He just had to keep this pompous ass from realizing it.
* * * *
Back in Montana, Terry moved to the bed quickly. Charlie’s priming had keyed him up to a fever pitch, and Traci’s had seemingly done an equal job on her. Both of them were almost panting like school kids on a first date, minus, of course, the fumbling and fear of the unknown. Both of them knew what they were doing and both of them were anxious to get to it.
On the nightstand next to the bed, condoms sat conspicuously in front of the phone and alarm clock. Terry ignored them. Traci looked at them for a minute but made no move toward them as he thought about one other advantage he had with Charlie. Thanks to his ability to read bioelectric fields, he could diagnose the health of anyone from a distance. One of the requirements Terry had for one of their playmates was that they be free of any diseases. And Charlie was more than happy to oblige.
Traci’s Chrliti apparently had his own agenda along those lines. As such, he also analyzed her clients to insure their physical health. Knowing such, he had then used whatever suggestive powers he had to alleviate any fears she had. Pregnancy was no issue as one of the Chrliti’s abilities was to stop any unwanted reproduction easily.
So the rubbers stayed on the nightstand as Terry laid down on the bed, pulling her to him gently as he began to kiss and suckle at her throat.
She came willingly, her eyes half closed as she let the excitement build. She could feel her pulse quicken as Terry lowered his head to her left breast and began teasing her dark rosewood-colored nipple.
In the initial throes of passion, Charlie felt their desire like it was his own but sidestepped it to seek out his counterpart. He could experience it through Terry’s memory of the moment later, but for now, he longed for contact with one of his own kind.
Though sex was a non-entity among his people, like gender, Charlie often wondered if their evolutionary track had taken a wrong turn somewhere. Even as he tried to ignore the sensations running through Terry’s body, he still found them…titillating.
Terry, meanwhile, had managed to put Charlie out of his mind completely as he laid Traci on the bed and slid his fluttering tongue down her stomach. She opened her eyes to stare down at him. Most of her clients were not inclined for such given her line of work, no matter how clean she seemed, but as Terry finally reached his goal and began to assault her vagina orally, she closed her eyes and allowed all the luscious feelings to overwhelm her.
Her breath escaped in a low moan that stimulated Terry and excited Charlie to the point he had to halt his search for a moment literally to hold onto his mind for a moment for fear he would get caught up in the intensity of their entanglement. Her mind seemed to wander as she let the pleasure envelope her almost totally.
As Terry let himself slip into the moment with more than his normal fervor, licking and sucking on her clitoris as though expecting milk, Traci began thrusting her hips upward to meet his lips as though trying to force more of herself into his mouth. Her enjoyment of sex after she had made the choice to be a hooker had diminished somewhat, so that she rarely got any real pleasure out of sex. She had marked it down to her anxiety over her choice. While, occasionally, she did get a little thrill that was sometimes even the equal of what sex was like before she had chosen this life, most of her nights were simply a prelude that left her aroused but unsatisfied.
That had become her life since she had made her choice. She had thought the amount of sex would have become boring eventually, but by then, she had hoped to have a way out. None had presented itself so far, and given that the sex had been so lackluster, she felt her choice, lucrative as it had been, might have been a bad one.
This was not the case now though. The mouth teasing her was experienced and skilled far and away more than her standard fare. More so even than any she could remember, although truthfully, at that point, her memory was failing her badly as wave after wave of pleasure shot through her.
Trembling, she suddenly arched her back as she drew in a deep breath and moaned loudly, “Oh my God! You’re making me cum already. How the….uhhh!”
Her voice trailed off to a whimper as she let the explosion of her orgasm take her. Then, as the spasm hit again, she cried out again. “Damn, you made…oh shit! Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!”
Spurred on by her entreaties, Terry redoubled his efforts, all the while stroking his member patiently, enjoying her performance. He knew that she was giving a genuine one, although he was unsure how much of it would be happening without the help of Charlie or his counterpart, but given the fact that he was enjoying it as much as she was and was falling more and more into the same trap, he didn’t really care. He could feel himself losing control.
Almost as if she felt his tension build, she suddenly grabbed his head, snatching him out from between her thighs and pulling him upward, throwing her legs apart. Reaching down, she grabbed his throbbing member and growled into his ear, “God damn it, do me, you son of a bitch!”
Happy to oblige, Terry reared up like a stallion trying to mount a prize mare from the back, only he was facing his target and enjoying the sight. He slammed into her without missing a beat and began thrusting into her savagely.
Caught off guard by the suddenness of his penetration, Traci cried out again then settled into the rhythm he chose, grinding her hips against his to increase the friction.
The lushness of her body struck Terry as he slid in and out unrestricted yet felt every motion of that body as he did. The muscles in the walls clenched him in turn as he drove into her harder and harder. Her moans became as rhythmic as his thrusts, and his own guttural sounds suddenly added to the din as he began to strike her cervix.
Overcome by the moment, Traci latched onto his neck and scraped at the skin with her teeth, all the while sucking hard enough to bruise. She had no idea if this night would ever get a repeat, but she decided, like an animal, to leave a mark that would remind him of her at least for a time.
Terry felt himself losing the last of his control, thrusting into her so far, he was afraid he would hurt her, yet all the while, it was as if he was watching from somewhere else. He cheered himself on as he drove harder and harder, feeling the pressure build in his balls with each thrust.
Releasing her bite on his neck, she had returned to moaning with each stroke, keeping up a steady, unintelligible wail.
Terry couldn’t hold out much longer when her back arched again as her legs flew upward.
Reaching up, she grabbed each one behind the knee to hold herself in position as he slammed into her again and again. She held her breath to force the orgasm out even harder, almost as if she was giving birth to it.
Suddenly, she dropped her legs and threw her head back, growling deeply in her throat, “Oh God, baby, that’s it! Hit it harder! Make it cum harder! Please!”
Aiming to please, Terry forced his own climax to the back of his mind and concentrated on trying to drive her crazy.
For several strokes, she bucked and moaned under him, until finally, almost mercifully, the sound dwindled down to almost a whimper. With moist eyes wide with surprise, she looked up at him, trying to gauge how close he was.
Satisfied she had his rhythm now, she let herself enjoy his machinations for a few more seconds, as each stroke now provided a pleasant aftershock. She realized she was still moaning to each one although the volume had decreased significantly.
Terry, meanwhile, had done all he could to hold back and been teetering on the brink. Now, satisfied that she had managed all she would for the moment, decided to reward himself for a job well done. As he groaned with the beginnings of his own release, he was stunned as Traci now pushed him aside.
Landing on his back on the bed, he was confused. Only for a second, though, as Traci dove between his legs now, a determined look in her eyes, as she grasped his pulsing manhood just in time to see the first drop of cum collect in the slit. Without a word on either of their parts, she slipped it into her mouth in time to catch the first explosion. Her eyes closed as she felt the warm, salty fluid splash against the roof of her mouth to fall on her eager tongue. She had been right. She had assumed he would taste delicious, and he had not let her down. She had also assumed he would be voluminous, and again, he did not disappoint, shooting spurt after long, luxurious spurt into her waiting mouth as she sucked harder and harder, trying to draw out any drop too stubborn to make the journey on its own.
She needn’t have worried; Terry had been months without a woman and masturbation was a no-no with Charlie watching. So he had been building up this for all that time. Now, he was lightheaded, though whether it was from the release or the intense sucking on his now-ultrasensitive member, he couldn’t say. In either case, it didn’t matter. In the case of one, it was done, and if he could, he wouldn’t stop the other.
* * * *
Charlie, meanwhile, had still not found the Chrliti and assumed that thanks to the sudden influx of neural stimulation, he had become immersed in the moment and was not available for conversation. With nothing else to do, Charlie had decided to indulge himself a little as well, only to find he was swept up in the tactile torrent as well. The result had been a front-row seat to a sensual orgy that he was nowhere near ready for.
Now that the festivities were over, Charlie hovered in a limbo brought on by the overload. With their bio-fields enmeshed, he had been subject to both of their neural agitations, and as a result, things were a bit out of focus at the moment.
Usually, Charlie still thought in his own language and the innuendos thereof, but he was amazed to find himself saying in English,
“Shit! Maybe there is a God!”
As the sensations abated and his sensory inputs returned to normal, he added.
“A few more like that and I might get to see him!”
* * * *
For several minutes, the two spent lovers lay on the bed, trying to recover. They were both exhausted and amazed. For a few seconds, they had been almost afraid to look at each other. When they did, they both just stared at each other. Without a word, Terry reached over and tried to pull Traci to him. She pulled away, saying, “I need to use the bathroom.”
Without another word, she leaped up and ran into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Terry was stunned for a moment, but sitting quietly, he heard her brushing her teeth. Where she got a toothbrush, he had no idea.
He didn’t want to argue with her about it. To tell the truth, he was glad she had. She had caught him by surprise with that lip lock, not that he hadn’t enjoyed it. As a matter of fact, he more than enjoyed it. He loved it. He knew that Charlie had had a hand in his enjoyment, just as her Chrliti had more than likely intensified her pleasure. What he wondered was if her Chrliti had had a hand in her lack of inhibition or if she was a natural freak. Either way, he wasn’t complaining, but he did want to know.
The water stopped running, and she came out, looking almost embarrassed. Terry was almost in shock.
What the hell kind of hooker is this chick?
He motioned her to the bed, and she came willingly again, curling up under his arm like a schoolgirl on a blanket in a park. For several seconds though, she refused to look at him until finally he pulled her by her chin to face him. She still said nothing, even when Terry gently brushed her lips with his. She tensed slightly before returning the kiss.
Terry finally decided the worst he could do was keep guessing, so he simply asked, “Okay, what’s up? You act like I bit
you
.” As he said it, he playfully rubbed his neck.
She looked at him sheepishly and bit her lower lip. For a moment, she looked as if she would cry.
Terry couldn’t believe it.