Could you hold the door for me, please? Thanks a lot. Hope that is not
too much of a bother. I am only going up to the fifth floor. What floor
will you be getting off on?
Oh these damn packages. Say, do you mind holding this one for a moment,
while I look for my keys? No, wait, I better hold on to that. Lot of
work went into that project. We’ll be up to the fifth floor in a minute.

Gosh, I feel like a fool, but I need to find the keys to my office.
Before I get there, for a change. I doubt anyone will be there at this
hour to let me in.
Why, that’s right, I am Gary Studley, how did you know my name? Yes,
right again, Delta Microsystems. Oh yeah, right, listen. That is just a
title. Just a title and all it means is that if anything goes wrong, I
am the one that hears about it. Say by the way, how about yourself----oh
my gosh!!
What is that? I don’t think we are moving. In fact I know we are not.
See? The display has us stopped on the fourth floor. Well I’ll be
damned. I think we’re stuck!!
No, no, I have never been stuck in an elevator before. Afraid I have
never had that pleasure. Say, why don’t you try pushing the button for
the fifth floor again. Gee, I’ve still got these damn packages in my
hands, or I would. Nothing, huh? Not a damn thing. That is crazy. That
is just crazy.

And do you know what? I don’t have my cellphone with me. It is in my
office. I am such a scatterbrain. Haha, that’s very funny. No, I am not
saying that if I had my cellphone we could go ahead and order Chinese.
You think that’s funny, don’t you? Well what I am saying is that if I
did have my cellphone, which I don’t but if I did well then we could
call the building maintenance or someone and let them know what is going
on. I mean, probably no one knows that we are even stuck in here. How
long has it been now? Oh, it will probably just start up again any
minute.
What a thought. What if it doesn’t. I have got people expecting me. I
need to drop these packages off, and then meet with my wife at
Le’Montage. Haha, of course I love my wife, why do you ask? What do you
mean, does she take care of me? We take care of each other, that is the
whole idea behind marriage.
Oh, you mean…like that. Well now, you certainly are forward. Oh my god,
what are you doing?? Yes of course that feels good, no, no, you should
stop that. Come on now, do you always rub men’s crotches in stuck
elevators?? Haha you think that is funny, don’t you. Please stop.
Please. I am married. I am on my way to meet my wife. Please stop.
Yes, I think you are pretty. Very pretty. Oh god that feels good. No,
no. Please don’t unzip my pants. This elevator is going to open any
minute now, I can’t have my fly down when those doors come open. This is
crazy. Let me put these packages down, please, I can’t stand here with
my arms full while you pull my pants down---
Oh my god you don’t know how good that feels. Here, at least let me
stand with my back to the elevator doors, there, there, all right.
What is that?? You say you like my cock? Well now, you certainly seem
to. Keep stroking it, yes. Use both hands. What is that? You say you
have been watching me? Well to tell you the truth, I have never seen you
before in my life. Oh, so you work for Jack Stanton. Ok, yes, Jack is a
good man.
What is that? Does my wife suck my cock? Well she used to. Not so much
anymore, but you know…well yes, as a matter of fact, I would like for
you to suck on my cock. So you say you want to suck on my cock? Well
what if these doors fly open while you are sucking me, then what?
Oh your mouth feels so good, so warm, so wet, so good, suck me, oh god
your mouth, your tongue yes girl lick me, take my dick baby, pump my
dick into your mouth, suck me, jack my cock into your mouth, on your
knees baby, take it, girl, open wide, take the whole fucking thing, let
me shove it against the back of your throat, feel the head of my dick in
your throat, oh girl, my balls are slapping against your chin.
I’m going to come, I’m going to come, where do you want it, where should
I shoot, in your mouth, is that it, you want it in your mouth, I guess
so, okay, I am coming oh shit and coming and coming oh girl oh my god,
oh shit, oh my god…
Coming and coming and shooting and shooting…
Oh look at you, come is leaking from the corner of your mouth. Look, it
is dribbling down your chin. You are so cute.
Here, yes, please take these packages. Hold them for a minute. Whew!!
That was intense!! Say, we should get together again soon. Hey!! What
did you just do? You pressed the button!! Look!! We are on the fifth
floor. How did you do that? The door is open! This is great!!! Come on,
let’s step out. Come on out with me. Come on in to my office, I will
show you around.
Oh shit!! The door is closing. Stop it. Stop the door. Oh shit. Hey!! I
need those packages. Open the door. Open the door. OPEN THE DOOR!!
Where did she go? Who was she? I need those packages. That is the output
for Delta Microsystem’s A Team Project for the past year! A whole year’s
work!! One whole year!!
COME BACK HERE!!!!
What in the hell am I going to do now??
Oh hell. Better start with pulling up my zipper.

The stairs.
No choice, really. Can't trust the elevator. Have to find her. Have to.
Have GOT to.
My whole A Team will quit in disgust if they find out I let some pirate
take our output. Oh, I'm sure she is a pirate. It all makes sense now.
I'm sure she has never even met Jack Stanton. How did I fall for that?
Ok, the stairs. Down, down, down, down, down.
The lobby. Look around, don't see her.
Hi, I'm Gary Studley, CEO of Delta Microsystems and I just want to tell
you I think you guys here at the security desk are doing a great job.
Just wonderful and by the way, did you happen to see a young lady come
through the lobby in the past few minutes carrying two large packages?
What did she look like? Well, she is young, early to mid twenties,
shoulder length dark hair, dressed in a gray business suit, high heels
and stockings. Very pretty face, vivid blue eyes, small mouth, thin
lips, delicate chin. Haha, that's funny, so you look at their ass first?
Help me out, guys, I have GOT to find this woman. Not today, huh? Are
you sure? Are you sure? Are you sure?
Go outside. No choice. Comb the streets. Have to. Whatever it takes. I
cannot face the A Team if I don't come up with that output. How do I
explain it to those guys. Sorry men, we won't be able to go on line with
our new product because I let some stranger suck me off in the elevator
and make off with all of our documentation.
Yeah, right.
There she is. Oh my god. There she is, getting into a cab. And she has
the packages in her arms. Out of my way! Sorry, excuse me, let me by,
get OUT OF MY WAY!!!
HEY TAXI!!! Hold up, hold up.
Well hello there. Remember me?
Slide over.
I believe those are MY packages.

What do you mean, you've been looking for me?? Don't expect me to
believe that, girl. You know where I work. Don't play stupid with me.
You were making off with this documentation, weren't you? Who do you
work for? I want the truth.
What's that? The elevator was not working right? Well then you could
have used the stairs. I did. Or you could have made contact with the
security desk in the lobby. Had them get in touch with me. But that
would only be if you wanted to return the packages, right?
Oh, so you were confused. Confused. I find that hard to believe. Very
hard. Who do you work for? I want the truth. Is it Microsoft? Are you
working for Microsoft? Because if you are working for Microsoft you can
tell Steve Ballmer I will hang his ass out on the clothesline to dry.
Tell him. Get his sick ass on the phone right now.
Don't cry. Please. I did not want to make you cry. Oh shit, look, your
mascara is running. I'm sorry.
Please don't cry.
No, no, I'm not the typical man. I don't want you to think that. I am
sorry. Yes, it was special to me, what happened between us in the
elevator. Of course I still respect you. Yes, you were wonderful. No, I
don't just go around having women service me and then attacking them.
I said I am sorry. Please don't cry.
I was out of line. I jumped to conclusions. Please forgive me. Don't
cry.
Here, let me use my handkerchief. Let's wipe your cheek.
You are so pretty.
Oh god I want you too, baby. Yes of course you can kiss me. Let me kiss
you, girl. Let me lick those tears away. Oh, so salty. Let me have your
mouth, baby, and your lips, your lips are so soft, let me slide my
tongue between your lips, feel that, girl, feel my tongue now inside
your mouth, wandering, wandering around insde your wet little mouth,
sliding over your tongue, licking your gums, and your teeth, and
reaching up to touch the roof of your mouth, now feel me plunge my
tongue into the back of your throat, yes, honey, my tongue is long,
isn't it, do you like that, girl, do you like my long tongue probing the
inside of your mouth?
Suck my tongue, baby, suck my long tongue like you sucked my cock, suck
me baby.

I want your breasts, I want to touch your breasts, and feel your
breasts, I want to suck on your tits, honey. Let me unbutton you, one,
two, three, there, yes, let me slide one hand inside your bra oh my god,
honey you have got the cutest little tits, I love firm little tits like
that. Your nipple is as hard as an acorn, girl.
You are turned on, aren't you. Do I turn you on, girl, do I turn you on
like you turn me on because baby you have got me hot. Let me kiss your
neck, I want to run my lips up and down the side of your neck, do you
feel that, girl, feel my lips on your neck, brushing lightly up and down
and now feel my tongue, feel that I am licking you, licking your neck
just below your ear is that good is that good do you like that? Then you
might like this as I slide my wet tongue up to your ear and press it
right into your ear and try to force my big fat tongue inside your ear
do you feel that do you like that does that get you hot honey? And when
I pull my tongue out and then purse my lips and blow softly into your
ear, how is that, is that good, are you hot?
Well then show me you're hot, take my cock out of my pants yes and
stroke it, girl. No baby, don't suck it, don't suck it, just stroke it.
I want to see your tits, girl, let me unbutton the rest of your blouse.
Oh my god.
That is beautiful, baby. I love tattoos.
You are covered, girl. Let me see--over both shoulders, down your arms,
along the sides of your ribs, over your belly.
Snakes and swords. And roses.
That is so cool. Everywhere but your breasts, and your breasts look so
soft and white and creamy and delicious, surrounded by those tattoos.
And look, your left nipple is pierced. Oh you are gorgeous. I have got
to fuck you baby. Fuck you hard. Would you like that, girl, if I fucked
you hard? I have never fucked a girl with so many tattoos. I want you
girl.
What's that? No, my wife doesn't have any tattoos. Are you kidding me?
Can I ask you a personal question? Is your pussy pierced? Is your hot
little pussy pierced? It is? That does it. Climb on me, baby. Climb up
on my dick, sink your pretty little pierced pussy down onto my big dick.
What's that, driver?
What? Your shift is over? You have to turn the car in? Just give us a
minute.
--Ok, baby. Better get dressed. Let's just get out here. There is a
hotel right down the street. We can just go there. Just give me a minute
to pay the driver.
Okay now, cabbie. What do we owe you? That sounds fair. Do you take
credit cards? No? Well hell. Let me see, I don't think I have any cash.
Just a minute, let me dig around. Ok. Can you change a hundred? No? Oh
fuck it, just keep the change.
Hey!! Where did she go? Where is she? Driver, did you see her?
Hey!! What happened to my wallet? Where is my wallet?
AND WHERE ARE THE PACKAGES?????
Where the hell did she go???

Let me talk with Steve, please.
Who should you say is calling? You can say Gary is calling. What's that?
Mr. Ballmer is in a meeting? Ok. Listen. Let's cut through all this. I
know that your job is to screen calls up there in Redmond, and we both
know there is a long line of gals that would like nothing more than to
shove you out of that job. Because you make pretty good coin for a
receptionist slash secretary, am I right? No, you're not a millionaire
but your kids get to go to decent schools, and you're steadily paying
off the mortgage to that house you and your husband knew you couldn't
afford, and you get to hit the opera in Seattle once in a while, and
sometimes the ballet, and you know and I know that the most important
thing in your world is to keep this job and that the best way to do that
is to make sure that Steve Ballmer does not get any phone calls that he
does not fucking want. Ok? So are we on the same page here?
Well then listen close, honey. You tell Ballmer that Gary Studley is
going to give him exactly one fucking hour to get in touch with him.
And then he is going straight to the police. And from there to his
lawyer. And from there to the Justice Department.
What's that? Oh, he knows who I am all right. A year ago Steve was on
his knees begging me to come to work with him. I turned him down, and he
did not like that. No, Mister High and Mighty Microsoft Shithead did not
like that at all. So he waited a year, waited for Delta to finish up its
project, then sent one of his pirates after me. She stole the
documentation on our prize software project from me. Tell him I know
that. I'm not stupid.
Tell him Gary Studley is on to his fucking game. And tell him I will
find that pirate, and get my documentation back, if it is the last thing
I do on this earth. And then I will see him in court.
One hour. He knows my number.

Wow. Is that my pager going off? Already? It hasn't even been five
minutes. Haha. It worked. Steve Ballmer is shitting his britches. That
fucking asshole, it serves him right. Nobody fucks with Gary Studley and
gets away with it. This is no pencil necked, horn-rimmed-glasses geek he
is fooling with. I'll kick his ass, and he knows it. Fucking jerk.
Hmmm. Local number. Here's a pay phone. Shit, my last two quarters.
Goddam U.S. West, put two quarters in a pay phone, no change back. Sons
of bitches.
Hello? I was paged to this number. Put me on to Steve. What?
IT'S YOU!!!! YOU!!! YOU!!!
Where the hell are you? Where are my packages? Where is my wallet?
You're at the hotel? What fucking hotel? Where did you go? No, for
crying out loud, I did not mean for you to meet me at the hotel!! What
gave you that idea? When I handed you my wallet? When did I hand you my
wallet? Either you are lying or I am losing my fucking mind. Which is
it?
Now listen to me. Listen close. Tell me exactly where you are. Exactly.
You don't seem to understand, those packages are very important to me. I
have to have them. What? You don't even want them? I am the one that
keeps handing them to you?
Don't cry. Oh please baby don't cry, I am sorry. I am having a bad day.
I keep thinking you are trying to steal my packages and you are right.
Please don't cry. I am the one that keeps giving them to you. You are
not going to believe this but I just made a complete ass of myself with
Steve Ballmer. Who is he? You don't want to know.
Listen, I am sorry to put you through all of this. I will just come over
and get my packages and my wallet. Are you in the lobby there? No? You
got a room? You waited in the lobby for me over an hour, and when I did
not show you thought I meant for you to get a room? I am so sorry. I
have ruined your whole day. Did you use my credit card. No? Okay--so you
found my pager number in my wallet. But you paid for the room in cash?
Oh god I feel terrible. I will reimburse you for the room. This has been
a terrible mix up. I am so sorry. What room are you in?
Room 169?
I'll be there in five minutes.

Here we go now, room 161, 162, almost there. I am just going to grab
that stuff, take it straight to the office and lock it in the safe. Good
god, my wife is still waiting for me at Le'Montage. What is the matter
with me, getting mixed up with this woman?
Okay, here it is. Room 169. That's odd--the door is wide open. Hello??
Hello?? Knock knock?? It's Gary. Gary Studley. Come in? Ok, I will.
Hmmm. She's not in this room. There must be a another room. Here it is,
in the back. Oh yes. Here she is. There you are! Oh am I glad to see
you. What a scatterbrain I am today. Say, I am in a bit of a hurry, you
don't mind if I just grab my things and be on my way, do you? I see you
have it all on the table here. Very well. Very nice.
Now what do I owe you for the room? Come on now, I can't have you paying
for this room. What is that? Could you speak up? What? You want me to
come closer?
Well to tell you the truth, it makes me a little nervous, you lying in
bed like that. With the sheet pulled up to your chin like that. For all
I know you're not wearing anything but that bedsheet. Oh, you're not?
Hmmm.
Well now listen. I've been thinking and I really don't think it's a good
idea for us to carry on like this. I am after all happily married and
I'm sure that you at least have a significant other, some one who cares
about you, and we have only just met, really, and maybe we should take
things a little slower. What was that? You know I can barely hear you,
could you speak up just a tad? Ok, I'll come closer.
Oh look at that!! That is what is different about you!! You have black
lipstick on. Oh my. What a contrast with your blue eyes. You are so
lovely. Oh my, yes. And your fingernails. You've painted them black. You
say that is what you did while you were waiting for me? While I was
pulling my hair out, you mean--you were painting your lips and your
fingernails black. Oh, and your toenails, too. I see.
Well, I really must be getting on...
And doing what? And rubbing your pussy and thinking about me? Well now,
I'm flattered. Rubbing your pussy with both hands, and thinking about my
long thick cock, and spreading your wet pussy lips apart to slide two
fingers up inside you? And then closing your eyes and envisioning my
rock hard cock as you took your middle finger and worked it slowly up
your tight little asshole?
Oh really??

And then moving your fingers lightly over your clit, and thinking about
my cock, and tracing wide circles around your clit with your fingers,
and thinking about my cock, and then taking your thumb and pushing on
your clit, and feeling how hard it had become, and feeling the pussy
juice come running out of you, and over your ass, and---
Oh shit!! That must be my pager! Who the hell could that be? Oh my
god--it's long distance. That is the area code for Redmond. Ballmer's
office. Holy cow, how am I going to get out of this one??
Where's your phone? right there by the bed? Listen, I need to make a
very important call. Thank you. No, I would rather not sit next to you
on the bed. I would rather stand. Let me dial the number. Please. Please
don't do that. Please don't rub my cock through my pants like that. Oh
god that feels so good. Please stop.
Hello? Hello? This is Gary Studley, and I just received a page to this
number. Steve? is that you? Good to hear from you, man. Could you hold
on just a minute?
--Please stop that. Please.
Okay, buddy, I'm back. So how are the wife and kids, Steve? Hey, that's
great. How is the golf game? We have just got to get together for
another 18 holes sometime. Oh you know me, nothing to worry about from
this old duffer. Could you hold for just a minute?
--Don't do that. Please don't. Please don't pull my zipper down.
Okay Steve I'm back. What's that? Your secretary told you that I was
accusing you of stealing our latest software project and was threatening
legal action? Well you know how it is, Steve-
--just go ahead and suck my cock, go on, oh god that feels so good in
your mouth, you want my dick go ahead here it is, open wide, let me ram
it into the back of your throat, is that how you like it, take the whole
fucking thing---What's that, Steve? No!! I was not talking to you,
Steve!! No, Steve, I don't think you should suck my dick. No, no, you've
got it all wrong, Steve...Steve? Hello? Steve??
Oh the hell with that jerk.
Click.
Come here, baby. Come here and show me your tattoos.

I like this one.
--Is that right?
Yes. It looks like leaves, and vines. I like the way it wraps around
your thigh and then seems to clutch the cheek of your ass. An ivy vine,
isn’t it?
--Good guess.
It’s cool. I feel like Jack and the Beanstalk here. You’re not the Jolly
Green Giant, are you?
--Not a chance.
Well that’s certainly a relief. I think I’ll go ahead and climb that
vine, then. With my fingers.
--Use your tongue.
Oh that’s even better. I can do that. I can do that. Here, let me start
down here, where the leaves start, the first green leaf is on the inside
of your kneecap. Oh, that tastes good, baby, can you feel my tongue
lapping and licking at that big green leaf?
--Believe it, I feel it all.
Well can you feel this, do you feel me running my tongue up the inside
of your thigh? Here let me stop and suck on that vine on the inside of
your thigh, can you feel that, girl, feel me sucking your soft green
tatooed skin, the soft skin on the inside of your thigh into my mouth,
yumm, you taste so good, yes, yes, now how about this honey, how about
if I hang my big fat wet sloppy tongue out of my mouth and run it all
the way back down the inside of your thigh, oh gawwd your skin is so, so
soft there girl, run it all the way back down to the inside of your
knee, and lick you there, and bite you lightly with my teeth, just
little love bites, honey, and suck on you, suck on the inside of your
knee, just a moment, just for a moment.
And then take my big fat sloppy wet tongue and run it all the way back
up the inside of your thigh, over the green leaves, along the green
vine, up and up and oh god I can smell your pussy, girl, it is so
strong, the smell of your pussy is so strong, so sweet, what a beautiful
aroma. Oh yes, girl, I can feel you fingers in my hair, you are running
your fingers through my hair oh gawwdd girl you are pulling my face up
to your pussy is that what you want baby do you want me to eat your
cunt? Should I eat it for you, should I eat your fucking cunt, do you
want me to lick it, and lick it, and suck on the lips of your pussy,
suck the fleshy pink meat that is the folds of your pussy lips into my
mouth and flick my hot tongue over them, and gnaw and gnaw and nibble on
them, and then ram my nose up inside your cunt, and ram it, and then rub
that wet slimy nose over your clit, rub it in little circles over your
clit and over your clit and over your clit?

Well I can’t do that, baby.
We are playing Jack and the Beanstalk, remember?
And your tattoo vine doesn’t go up there, honey, it doesn’t lead to your
pussy it travels up up the inside of your thigh and then it travels
around, here, let me follow it with my tongue, it turns now and travels
up the back of your thigh, feel that baby, feel me licking those big
green leaves on the back of your thigh? Now look at this, your ivy vine
explodes into all these tiny green leaves when it gets up to your ass
cheek, all these tiny green leaves are all over the cheek of your ass,
and it looks like they are grabbing your ass, clenching your ass baby. I
want to grab your ass with my fingers, feel that, girl, feel my hands,
feel both my hands on the cheek of your ass, let me run my lips over the
cheek of your ass, honey, let me push my whole fucking face into and up
and then down over every inch of your soft, white, tattooed ass, let me
lick your hot ass, lick your hot little green tattooed ass, my girl, my
baby, my honey, oh reach back now sweetie, reach back with both hands,
it is time to follow the vine home, I can see where it’s going, reach
back girl with both hands and spread those ass cheeks wide, and let me
follow this vine, follow this vine with my tongue, let me lick along,
right along that ivy vine as it heads straight up your ass it’s going
right up your ass.
Oh baby.
Feel my tongue on your asshole girl, can you feel me tonguing your tiny
little hole, flicking my wet tongue over and over it, your asshole is
wet, babe, I love the taste of it, spread your cheeks wider, honey, let
me get my mouth up there, I want my mouth up there oh gawwd feel me
sucking, I am sucking on your asshole, honey, feel me sucking?
Now I am running my tongue around the rim of your tiny little asshole
baby, running it around, and around, and around, rimming you baby,
rimming you girl, rimming you. Now I am making my hot tongue hard, now
it is hard as a bullet, as a big fat wet bullet and I am shoving my hot
hard tongue up your ass, feel that, feel that girl, feel me shove my
tongue up your ass, can you feel that baby, I am fucking your ass with
my tongue, fucking your ass with my tongue, fucking your ass with my
tongue.

Oh my god? What was that? Oh HELL!! Not my pager again!!!!

--Don't answer it.
I have to.
--Get rid of it.
It's my wife.
--Get rid of her.
Are you crazy?
--Call her and get rid of her, tell her you are at the office, you're
busy.

She's not stupid. she knows my office number. If I call from here she'll
use automatic callback. You don't know my wife.
--Use your cell phone.
It's in my office.
--You can't leave me like this.
I have to go.
--No you don't.
Let me stand up. Please.
--Okay, stand up. My god Gary Studley, you are tall. Let me stand in
front of you.
All right then.
--You are so tall. I love it. You should see how you tower over other
people. I love the way you tower over me.
That was my nickname on the team. What are you doing?
--Kissing your belly. What nickname?
The Tower.
--Yeah, I've had your tower in my mouth.
Yes you have.
--Your tower of power.
You sucked it.
--You bet I did. What team?
I played some ball in college. Played center. Not much at shooting, but
I loved to rebound.
--No, no---you're very good at shooting. Like when you shot that hot
sticky load into my mouth in the elevator. That was a pretty good shot,
big guy. Why don't you see if you can do that again?

What are you doing?
--Putting my hands around the back of your neck.
I told you I have to go.
--And pulling myself up onto you. And wrapping my legs around your hips.
When was the last time, Gary?

The last time for what?
--The last time you fucked your wife standing up?
I don't remember.
--Well then fuck me standing up, baby. Fuck me right now, standing in
the middle of this room. Your dick is hard, Gary, I can feel your dick
baby it is pushing right up at me, and I'm hanging from your neck, with
my legs wrapped around you and your dick feels like a hot hard pole
poking up at me. Are you always so hard, Gary?

I don't know.
--I think you've been hard ever since we got on the elevator together.
Maybe.
--And after you shot in my mouth, you didn't even go soft. And when you
climbed in the cab with me you were still hard. And when you came in the
room here, you were still hard. I would call you one hard dicked
motherfucker, Gary Studley.

If you like.
--You better believe I like. I love your cock, Gary. Do you know why
went down to my kneees on you in the elevator?
Why?
--Because I could see your cock pushing out from your pants, it looked
like a fucking telephone pole, man.
Oh really.
--I've never done that before, you know, just gone down on a guy in an
elevator.
And?
--And I don't regret it a bit. I can still taste your thick sweet cum in
my mouth, baby. It felt so good, jacking your cock into my mouth with
both hands. Your dick is long, Gary.

That's what they tell me.
--How long is that fucking thing?
I don't know.
--Bullshit. You liar. Put it in me.
Like this?
--Yes baby. Ohhhhh--just like that.
Am I hurting you?
--Noooooo.
Oh god you are tight.
--Help me, honey. Put your hands on my hips.
Like this?
--Yeah. Now lift me up off you a little. A little more--Oh Gary baby. Oh
Gary. Oooooohh--now lower me back down.

Fuck you are wet.
--Oh god yes.
I don't know how long I can last.
--Don't cum yet.
Your pussy feels too good.
--So does your dick.
Let's go slow.
--Okay, baby.
Fuck me slow.
--Yes baby.
Nice and slow.
--Gary?
Yes.
--It's even better with you than I thought it would be.
Oh yeah?
--Oh yeah. And I have wanted you for months now.
I'm sorry I did not see you sooner.
--All the girls in the building talk about you. Haven't you noticed?
You must have me mixed up with someone else.

--Ha. No way. Can you feel that, baby?
I think so.
--Feel the ring on my pussy? It feels so good when you grind into me
like that. When you do that it pushes it right up against my clit. Oh my
gawwwd. Do it again. Oh shitttt. Keep pushing against it, Gary. Grind on
me, baby. Oh god oh baby that feels good. Oh honey--oh oh--

Cum for me, girl.
--dig your fingers into my ass, Gary, claw my ass cheeks, baby.
Oh god oh honey oh Gary fuck me. fuck me baby, slam that big dick into
me fuck me hard. Bite my neck baby, bite me baby, claw me, fuck me oh
god oh my fucking gawwwdd--

I'm cumming--
--SLAM THAT DICK INTO ME!!
I am fucking shooting----
--Oh you big dicked motherfucker fuck me HARD, HARD, HARD oh I am
cummmming-----

****

The Palace Hotel in downtown Center City is prized for its suites of
rooms looking out over over the beautiful Center River, with its
startling backdrop of the snowcapped Central Mountain Range in the
distance. On this late afternoon, just as the sun began to ebb below the
peaks in the distance, a tall, lanky man with an athletic build stepped
quickly into the steaming shower of Room 169. Although in a hurry, he
tilted his head back and allowed himself a few moments of relaxation. He
loved the feeling of the steaming water beating against his skin, the
steady beat beat beat of the fierce water droplets seeming to soothe his
tired old nerves. He had had an exhausting day topped off with a
vigorous round of ferocious sex with a woman at least twenty years his
junior. Oh, but she had loved it, he smiled to himself. Good to know
you've still got it, Studley old boy, he thought. And you certainly gave
it to her, the poor kid. She was too beat after the hard pounding you
gave her to even move from the bed. No thanks, she had whispered in
response to his invitation to join him in a shower. Just let me rest for
a minute, Gary--you animal, you. Gary Studley smiled broadly, there in
the shower, thinking of the tattooed girl lying sprawled across the bed.
He then reached down and took his cock into his hand and ran his open
palm up and down the long length of its hard shaft. Goddam that little
bitch gets me hot, he thought.
What Gary Studley did not realize was that just as the water was running
over his naked body and down to the floor of the stall, then collecting
there in a tight swirl and continuing down the drain, so too were all of
his hopes and dreams and plans whirling and swirling and sliding down
the drain that was his business, his career, his life.
As soon as the tattooed girl had heard him start his shower, she opened
her cellphone, wiped the last of Gary's cum from her mouth and dialed a
long series of numbers. While waiting for her connection, she fished
through the CEO of Delta Microsystem's trousers, then his coat jacket,
until finding what she sought, a sheaf of papers. Within seconds she had
photographed their contents with her pocket digital camera, then
replaced them to their original spot.
"Cyber Meister International", a voice on the other end of the
connection finally spoke. "English or Deutsche?"
The girl hesitated briefly, then spoke. "English".
"Code name?"
"The Pirate"
"Password?"
"Juice"
"How can I help you?"
"I must speak with Herr Dietrich."
"Herr Dietrich is in a meeting."
"Please tell him the Pirate is on the line."
"Just a moment."
As she spoke the young woman struggled into her clothes. From beneath
the bed she fished out a slender briefcase. Opening the briefcase, she
loaded the digital camera, along with several discs from the pocket of
her business suit, inside. Then from behind the headboard of the bed she
retrieved a portable mini-disc recorder, with an omni directional
digital microphone attached. These items she also loaded into the
briefcase.
"This is Herr Dietrich. Speak."

"This one has accomplished her mission, Sir."
"You have achieved complete success?"
"Yes, Master."
"What is happening as we speak?"
"The subject is in the shower, Sir. He is preparing to meet with his
wife."
"And the documentation?"
"All hard discs have been copied, Sir, and are now on my lap top. All
soft copies have been digitally photographed, and are ready for
uploading."
"Very well, Pirate. I will send the information on the proxy server you
will be using to your email within the hour. Once you have the
information, destroy the email."
"Yes Sir."
"Give me the time to expect your transmission."
"I will upload at 1800 Pacific Standard Time, Sir."
"How did our jamming device work?"
"It worked perfectly, Sir. I was able to jam and unjam the elevator at
will."
"Very well. And the recordings?"
"I recorded the subject in the back of a cab, and in the hotel room,
Sir. I will convert those files to MP3 format and upload along with the
other files."
"Pirate?"
"Yes Master."
"Did you permit the subject to penetrate you?"
"No Sir."
"Not even the mouth, Pirate?"
"Well of course the mouth, Sir."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"No Sir. This one misses her Master, Sir. You are the only one I enjoy."
"Very well, Pirate. You have done well. I have arranged a special treat
for you on your return. When shall we expect you?"
"I will be in Berlin the day after tomorrow, Sir."
"My cock stiffens just thinking of it, Pirate."
"I worship your cock, Sir. I adore it."
"Bow down before it."
"Yes Sir."
Click. Herr Dietrich was gone.
The Pirate could still hear the water from the shower, and so she paused
for a moment on the edge of the bed, thinking of her Herr Dietrich. She
reached quickly up under her skirt with her hands, pulled her panties
aside and plunged two fingers from one hand up her cunt, while rubbing
furious circles around her clit with the other. She sat like that, legs
spread wide, for some moments, until the bedsheet became wet and dark
and she heard the water from the shower stop.
Then she was on her feet, briefcase in hand, headed for the door.
Suddenly she turned on heel and returned to the night table by the bed,
next to the phone. From her business suit pocket she fished a business
card. The card had been given to her by Herr Dietrich, in Berlin, before
she had departed. She nearly laughed out loud as she placed it on the
night stand, by the phone. Then she was out the door.
Mr. Studley would soon come back into the room to find his little friend
gone, vanished, without a trace. His wallet, the contents of which the
Pirate had transferred into digital form and loaded into her laptop,
would be sitting on the table. All documentation for Delta Microsystem's
A Team Project, its prize software developmment, its jewel of great
value, would also be sitting on the table. After having been digitally
transferred to the Pirate's laptop, of course.
Mr. Studley would first of all notice his friend missing. Then he would
check for the presence of his wallet and his packages. Then, having
found those things, he would attempt to make a phone call. At which
point he would find a business card. On the front of the business card
would be inscribed the words, Steve Ballmer, Microsoft Corporation.
On the reverse would be a handwritten telephone number, and the
handwritten words---Love your tattoos, baby. Call me anytime. I can't
get enough of you. Love,(and sex), Steve.
Then Gary Studley would go stand by the window, and look out at the
Center River, and the lovely Central Mountain Range in the distance, and
would clench his fists, and unclench them, and clench them again.
And again.
And again.
And yet again.

****

We're closed.
What is up with people? What part of "We're closed" don't they
understand? Oh man she has got to stop pounding on the door. She's going
to break the glass.
Sorry ma'am, we're closed. No I can't open the door. We open again at 8
a.m. Ma'am please stop beating on the glass. Quit beating on the glass,
lady! Ok, ok, I'll open the door.
No, you can't come in, don't you understand, we are closed? Lady I asked
you not to come in here. I could get in a lot of trouble for letting you
in here. We close at 4:30. The owner is very strict about that. Try
Castle Computers, or Adept. They stay open until 6. Oh, you have. And
they sent you here. Yes, I am Jeff Bates. Yes, I'm sure of it. I look
like what? Like I should be working at McDonald's? Ok, ma'am, I don't
need to be insulted. Please come back in the morning. Please leave.
It's just that what? That you thought they meant some one older? When
they said Jeff Bates was the best in the city you had no idea they meant
a little kid? Ok lady--first of all, I'm not a little kid. I just turned
18, all right? Second of all, I wrote my first computer program when I
was 14. And I've been writing code ever since. I built my first computer
system when I was 15, out of spare parts I collected at swap meets. So
it bothers me that you think I should be flipping burgers, for heaven's
sake.
Ok, I accept your apology. Come back in the morning and Mr. Sellwood,
the owner, will help you himself. Please don't cry. I'm sorry. I didn't
meant to upset you. I can't stand to see you cry. Here, let me get you
some kleenex. There. There now. That's better.

Ok---can you tell me quickly, very quickly, what it is you need. Your
laptop has locked up on you? What brand? Ok. What caused the lock-up? So
you inserted a CD, and when you tried to read it you lost everything.
and now you can't get the CD out. And what? And you have got to have it
up and running by 6 p.m.? Ma'am it is 4:45 right now.
Ma'am listen to me. We are closed for the day. Mr. Sellwood does not
allow me to work overtime. Come back in the morning, we can help you.
Please, don't start crying again. It's not the end of the world. Sounds
like a minor problem. If I had the time, I could have it up again for
you in nothing flat. I don't have the time. I have to meet my girlfriend
in a half hour, we are going over to the coast to see a concert, I could
not help you if I wanted to. Garth Brooks. Why are you laughing? No, to
tell the truth I am not the Garth Brooks type. But my girlfriend is, and
she got the tickets. You know how that goes.
Ok, let me see it. Very nice, this unit looks brand new. Oh it is? Have
you dropped it recently? No? Hmmm. Let's plug it in. Hmmm. Hmmm. Either
your rom-drive has gone belly up, or your hd has crashed or...What was
on the CD you inserted? A new software program? Original CD? I mean, was
it the original CD, or a copy of it? Oh, I see. A copy. Well in that
case that is probably your problem. Watermarked. Latest thing developers
are using. They insert special code, called watermarks, on their
original, which renders some copies useless. In fact can act as a virus,
if they want to get nasty. I can get around it, though. I've done it
before. Have to go back to machine language, rewrite some .dll files.
Just take a few minutes. Bring it back in the morning, we'll get you
fixed up.
No, I told you, I have to go. Her name is Shari. About a month, we have
been going out about a month now. Well, no, she doesn't like my kind of
music, so we listen to hers. Oh, I don't know---Dr. Dre. She hates all
rap. She won't even let me play 2001. Oh you do? Most girls I know are
offended by it. You love it, huh? Yeah, 2001 rocks. That is cool. That
is really cool.
I think you're cute, too. You're way cute, in fact. You're in the upper
echelons of babedom. For sure. No, I don't mind if you stand close.
Well, that is close. Awfully close. Yeah, you can come closer if you
want. No, I don't think you're too old for me. 16. Shari is 16. Oh, you
smell nice. Oh my god, that feels good.
How old are you? 25? And what kind of business are you in? Sales? You
work in sales? Cool. What is it that you sell? Punany? Never heard of
it. Is that some sort of an import? Sure, go ahead. You can sit up on
the counter if you want. But I should tell you---I can see right up your
skirt when you sit like that. Oh wow. So you want me to look up your
skirt. Oh wow. You don't have any fucking panties on. Shit. Oh yeah,
spread your legs wide. What's that? Oh, okay. So that is punany.
Punany.
Your punany is your pussy.
Cool.
That is fucking cool.

****

Carol Studley sat at the center table at the finest restaurant in Center
City, a center table covered by a fine white linen tablecloth, in the
center of which tablecloth sat a chiselled glass wide mothed vase
containing one single, solitary, long stemmed crimson rose. Carol took a
slow sip of finely aged Pinoit Noir Blanc from the crystal wine glass in
her hand and watched Eric's fine lean ass pass across her field of
vision for approximately the 327th time that afternoon. Or was it the
328th, she giggled. I lost count after the second glass, she thought to
herself.
She had indeed spent the first two glasses anticipating her husband's
arrival, mentally preparing the subjects she would and would not broach
with him. Years of marriage had schooled Carol in which cans of worms to
open at which times, which subjects to be discussed, which subjects not
to be discussed, issues to be ignored, people to be forgotten. And when.
And so she prepared herself to steer their conversation away from the
news that their daughter had been turned down in her application to the
University's graduate program. Again. After all the tutoring. Again. And
again simply because she continued to not turn in assignments on time,
duhhh. Or the fact that the night before last their son had been awarded
a DUI from the State Police, been twice the legal limit, had his car
impounded, was in addition cited for speeding, reckless driving, and no
proof of insurance. And had called his mother to pick him up from the
county jail at 3 a.m. Which she had done. She would do anything for that
boy, and they both knew that. Please don't tell Dad, he had groaned,
easing himself into and slumping down beside her in the front seat of
the sedan. And she had not. But how long could she keep things from
their father?

Carol tilted the glass up, drained the wine into her mouth and placed
it, empty, on the tablecloth before her.
Instantly Eric appeared, bottle in hand.
"You are so good," Carol chuckled, smiling warmly at him.
"You look lonely," Eric said quietly, eyes intent on the glass as he
carefully refilled it.
"Well I don't understand what has happened to Gary."
"Stuck in traffic?"
"Maybe."
"Stuck at the office?"
"More likely."
"Give him a call."
"I hate to bother him. My husband is a workaholic, Eric."
"Well then I was right."
"Oh?"
"You are a lonely woman." And with that the waiter was gone, off to the
next table.
Carol could feel her face turning red with blush. How dare him. Such
impertinence from a waiter! These were the first thoughts that leapt to
her mind, thoughts soon to be followed with---Oh my god you are so
right. How did you know?
Her eyes followed the man as he he moved, almost like a ballerina,
across the room, from table to table, as he disappeared behind the
swinging doors of the kitchen, as he re-appeared from those same
swinging doors holding huge round trays above his head, trays stacked
with wonderfully decorated and arranged plates of dinners, and salads,
and desserts. Such grace in a man. Such balance. Such form.
Such a waste.
"Queer as a three dollar bill." That was Gary's assessment, after she
had drug him to Le'Montage for the second time. "He fits right in there.
I think half the waiters in that place are gay. At least half. Not that
there's anything wrong with that, of course. So--how much did you tip
him, Carol?"
"Fifty dollars," she lied. She had been to le'Montage five times now,
and each time after the first she had insisted on having Eric as a
waiter, and each time she had tipped him one hundred dollars.
"Fifty bucks? For chrissakes Carol we're not made of money. Look, he's a
nice kid and all but we can't go throwing money around like that. Don't
we have a daughter about to enter graduate school?"
Once Carol finished her fourth large glass of wine and sat it down a
burly bearded man appeared before her, cradling a botle of Pinot Noir
Blanc wrapped in a linen towel.
"What do you want?" she barked at him. "Where is Eric?"
"Eric has gone home for the evening, ma'am. He asked me to serve you in
his absence. My name is Frank."
Suddenly the full effects of the afternoon's wine seemed to catch up
with Carol. She felt lightheaded and drowsy all at once. Oh shit, she
mumbled. I am going home too. I just want to go home.

Ooooh great---just in time for the rush hour, she thought, as she eased
the car out the driveway of the parking lot. Look at this traffic. I
can't even get out on the street. Oh hell. I shouldn't even be driving.
As she sat and waited for her opening to pull out onto the street, she
noticed a nice looking young man lounging against the red brick wall at
the front of Le'Montage. Though short, he looked lean and strong,
standing in running shoes, shorts and a jean jacket. Ooooh, nice, she
couldn't help but think to herself. Then she caught herself. What are
you thinking of, Carol, she scolded. You are practicaly old enough to be
his mother.
Then she did a double take. Oh my gosh---that is Eric, she realized.
Spotting her at about the same time, he approached her rolled down
window.
"What are you doing out here?" she asked, feeling embarassed. What is
the matter with you, Carol, she thought, drooling over gay men?
"Waiting for a cab. Did you give up on your husband?"
Carol liked the way her waiter looked in shorts. Stop drooling, girl.
"Finally. I'm sure he is holed up with his engineering team, at the
office. They practically live there. Lost in space. Lost in software
space." Carol started to giggle, then lowered her head to the steering
wheel and laughed out loud.
"Say, maybe you are the one that needs a cab," Eric whispered. " Are you
okay?"
"Do you want the truth?"
"Of course."
Carol lifted her head to look at Eric. Oh god you are soooo cute, she
thought.
"No. I shouldn't be driving. For crying out loud, my son just got a DUI
and now here I am. I didn't know how sloshed I was until I got in the
car."
"Well then leave the car here and we'll share my cab when it comes. I'll
have him drop you off first. You can come get your car later."
"No. I can' do that. Gary would kill me if he thought I got too drunk to
drive. You don't know my husband."
Eric thought for a moment. "Okay. Let's do this. Let me drive you home,
then I can take a taxi from your house to mine. That way your car will
be there, at your house."
"I can't ask you to do that."
"Of course you can. I'm the one that got you drunk, remember?"
Carol threw the car in park, flung the driver's side door open, and
scooted across the crushed velvet front seat.
"Okay then," she giggled. "You can just get me home."

Eric swung the big sedan into traffic and nosed it down the boulevard.
"Nice ride," he whistled.
"Oh this is embarassing," Carol cringed. "Pretty bad when you have to
have your waiter drive you home." But secretly she was thrilled to have
this hunk in her car. It must have showed on her face, because when they
passed Asbury Park just a mile down the road Eric suddenly turned to the
right, and in through the gates of the park. Before she knew it they
were parked on a tree shaded lane next to a large green field. A group
of young couples were tossing frisbees in the late afternoon sun.
Eric unfastened the buttons to Carol's blouse.
"What are you doing," she whispered.
"Exactly what you want me to do, Carol," His eyes never left her face as
he opened her blouse down to her belly button.
"How did you know I wanted you to do that?" she asked.
"You've been telling me with your eyes for weeks now, he said, slipping
his fingers inside the front of her bra, finding the soft flesh of her
breasts, fondling them.
"But I thought--" she began.
Eric grabbed one of her hands then and moved it over toward his lap,
then shoved it down against his crotch.
"Oh my god Eric," she whispered, her eyes growing wide.
"But you thought I was gay, didn't you?" Eric moved his lips so that
they hovered over Carol's ear. He laughed softly into her ear, then
slipped his tongue out from between his lips to trace a light wet line,
a long wet circle around her ear, still fondling her soft breasts with
one hand, rolling each nipple by turn between his fingers, feeling her
body react to him, pressing against her, listening to the change in her
breathing, kissing her neck now, just below her ear now, sucking the
soft furry skin of her neck between his lips, tonguing it, running his
tongue over her skin---
---Carol could take it no longer.

She reached her hand up under Eric's shorts and took hold of his raw
hard cock.
"Oh my god you are so hard, Eric."
"Oh yeahhh. Guess it's time to meet the real Eric, Carol. Stroke that
for me, baby. I hope you don't get mad when I tell you this." Eric
leaned forward toward her.
"But the truth is that I am not a waiter. Sorry. I am an actor. An actor
that works as a waiter. Don't stop. Don't stop. Keep stroking. I've
worked off and on, bit parts in movies and stage shows, for years. I
just wait tables to survive. To make a living. I pretend to be gay
because I get more tips that way. Don't ask me why. People seem to like
gay waiters. And I am good at playing one. Are you mad at me?"
Carol giggled. "Oh shit," she laughed. "Oh that is too much. You are an
actor?"
"I am sorry. I should have told you sooner."
"Oh I don't believe you. What movies have you been in?"
"Well.."
"Well what? Name one!"
"You wouldn't recognize any of them."
"I don't believe you. Name one."
"Okay. Okay. I had two big scenes in 'Wet n Tight'."
Carol collapsed then into a fit of giggles. "Oh, this is rich. this is
really rich. I thought you were a gay waiter and really you're a goddam
porn star!!"
"Not a star, Carol. If I was a star I wouldn't be waiting tables, would
I?"
"Oh this is rich."
"Quit laughing at me."
Carol stopped laughing and looked into Eric's face. She took one hand
and ran it along the side of his head, along his jaw, and let the
fingers come to rest on his lips. "I am not laughing at you, Eric. I'm
not going to laugh at you, Eric. Do you know what I am going to do? I am
going to suck your big dick. That is what I am going to do, Eric. I am
going to suck your big dick right here, right now--" she lowered her
head then to the young man's lap and clawed at the zipper to his shorts.
Eric stopped her.
"Not here. Not here, Carol. We could get busted here. Come home with
me."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure, baby. I want you too. You are so beautiful. Let me make
love to you. All night. I want you all night."
"Oh god yes. Yes. Yes."
Carol swung on the seat then and fished in her purse for a moment, then
pulled out her cellphone.
"Let me just page Gary. I'll tell him I'm staying with my girlfriend."
Eric reached his hand up under her skirt, moved her panties aside, and
slid two fingers up inside her sopping wet pussy.
"Okay, Carol," he whispered into her ear, blowing softly, then shoving
his tongue right inside. "Give him a call."

****

The first drop hit her in the face, landing on her left cheek in a warm
wet glob, then she felt a long string of it splatter across her nose and
on up to her forehead. The Pirate closed her eyes, opened her mouth wide
and flicked her tongue, and flicked her tongue, trying to catch some in
her waiting mouth but the next surge hit her right in the chin, then the
neck, spattering the line near the top of her chest where her tattoos
started. Then a huge load gushed from Jeff's cock striking the Pirate in
both eyes simultaneously, gluing them shut, dribbling down from there
over her face, seeping across her lips and into her mouth. The Pirate
licked the hot cum from her lip, running her tongue hungrily over her
full, red, luscious, cum covered lips and then reached out for the boy's
dick, and pulled his dick into her mouth, stretching her little mouth
wide to take in the oversized head, then wrapping her lips around its
shaft, practically gagging on the boy's cock, drinking his cum, feeling
the cum now in her mouth, feeling the cum hit the back of her throat,
sucking Jeff's dick, sucking Jeff's dick, oh god how I love to suck this
boy's dick, she thought.
This was in fact the second load the Pirate had sucked out of the young
computer tech. For the first one she had Jeff sit up on the counter
while she stood before him, unzipped his fly and pulled out one of the
most unusual cocks she'd ever seen. And she had seen a lot, and a lot of
large ones---but this one was not long. The only thing big about Jeff"s
cock was the head on it, and the head was huge. This thing is huge, the
Pirate thought, cramming the boy's dick into her mouth. Jeff came
quickly---in fact right away, and the Pirate swallowed as much of his
cum as she could, locking her lips around the shaft so as not to spill
any, using her fist as a pump, gobbling, gobbling, gobbling it up.
But when Jeff returned then to working on her busted laptop (all right,
all right, he had said, I'll see what I can do) the Pirate could not
help but think how good that big head had felt crowded into her mouth,
oh gawwd did that thing fill her mouth up. And nice and tasty. Very
fucking tasty. Mmmm, she thought, licking her lips. Standing next to him
by the counter, she studied his face as he worked, but he was in another
world. (Yeah, he had said earlier, you could maybe say I'm a nerd).
Involuntarily almost, the Pirate found her hand wandering across Jeff's
crotch. Almost involuntarily.
"Goddam Jeff," she whispered. "Your dick is still hard." Oh god I want
that thing back in my mouth, she thought.
Jeff laughed out loud as he typed, entering code through the laptop's
keyboard. "I told you, I'm 18. Get it? ---18?"
The Pirate sunk then to her knees, she fell to her knees, she slid to
her knees, she loved being on her knees before this boy, before him as
he worked, and in two quick motions had his worn blue jeans down around
his ankles.
And then his big balls were slapping against her chin, and she was
gagging on his dick again, and those balls were slap slap slapping
against her chin, and she was in her own little heaven, surrendered to
it, loving every minute of it, sucking the strength, and the power, and
the youth right out of this boy's dick.
And when she had him to the brink, to the edge, when she felt the big
veins in his cock start to pump, when the cum started to move, up from
his balls, up the shaft of his dick, when she felt it moving against her
tongue, she had leaned back, leaned back and begged him, she did not
mind begging, she loved to beg---
"Cum on my face, baby," she begged. "Come on, Jeff," she whispered,
"shoot on my face, I want your hot fucking cum all over my face, baby,
shoot on me, I want it, I want it, I fucking want it, Jeff."
And now, with a second load of Jeff's hot cum sliding down her throat,
she needed a towel.

"Jeff I need a towel, honey," she said, trying to wipe his thick gooey
cum from her eyes. "I can't see a thing."
"I like the way you look," she heard him say. "You look like a real
slut."
"Jeff please get me a towel."
Eyes still shut, she could feel Jeff smearing the cum that he had shot
all over her chin down now to her tits, smearing his sticky cum all over
her tits.
"Jeff I need you to get that laptop running for me. Oh shit Jeff what
time is it? I have to do a major upload at 6 o'clock. What time is it?"
Then she felt Jeff's cock pushing against her lips and then she felt his
hands on either side of her head and then the Pirate felt Jeff's
big-headed dick in her mouth again and then he was SLAMMING his dick
into her mouth and RAMMING his dick in her mouth and CRAMMING his 18
year old big-headed dick into the Pirate's mouth.
"You fucking slut," the boy muttered. "You like to suck dick well then
keep on sucking, you filthy bitch." He yanked her hair hard. "I'm
fucking your mouth bitch, I'm skull fucking you, you filthy whore.
Fucking your skull, whore, I'm fucking your skull. Shari won't let me do
this, no, but you're not Shari, are you? Shari's a nice girl, but you're
not a nice girl, are you you fucking slut?" Jeff slammed his dick into
her mouth even harder. "No, you're just a bitch, bitch," he muttered.
Jeff's eyes had taken on a glazed look. He had her head gripped like a
vise between his two hands while he bucked violently, driving, pounding
his cock into her mouth. The cum had dried now on the Pirate's face and
the thick layer of goo had dried on her eyes, acting as a blindfold. The
Pirate could not open her eyes now if she wanted to.
So much for looking at the clock. Herr Dietrich...
Suddenly Jeff pulled his cock out of her mouth and she could feel him
push her roughly to the floor.
"You ready for the next episode, whore?"
"What time is it, Jeff?" she asked, panicking. Herr Dietrich!!
He laughed then, an eerie, unsettling laugh, and pulled her up to her
hands and knees.
"Don't be worrying about no motherfucking clock, bitch."
"Jeff you don't understand."
He postioned himself behind the Pirate, down on the floor, and holding
his cock in his right hand started whack whack whacking it across the
cheeks of her ass.
"I understand this," he said. "---You already said you like to get down
with the Father of Rap, Dr. Dre, motherfucker---well all right then,
bitch, let's get down.."
The Pirate felt him plunge his long middle finger deep into her pussy.
"Jeff---if you will finish fixing my fucking laptop I will get down with
you like you never been got down with before. I will get us a room,
Jeff, in a nice hotel and you can play 2001 and fuck my brains out all
night if you want."
Jeff grinned. "Oh yeah that sounds good---get down with the
motherfuckin' D.R.E.---fuck you hard and listen to the D.O. double G."
"You got it, baby," the Pirate whispered.
Jeff took his finger then out of her pussy and shoved it hard and fast
all the way up her ass. Ouch.
"Won't work, slut," he said. "I already told you---I got a date with
Shari. But Shari won't let me ass-fuck her. So I want your ass right
now."
"No Jeff---not my ass."
He laughed. "Yes bitch your ass," he said, shoving his cock against her
little asshole.
"No--no!! It's too big!"
"Oh don't worry, don't worry. You know you want the bone, baby. You're
my bitch, aren't you?"
"Oh Jeff---" What had gotten into this kid?
"And a bitch is a dog, and a dog wants a bone, and I got your
motherfucking bone right here, bitch."
He leaned down then, spread the cheeks of the Pirate's ass apart and
spit as hard as he could right on her tiny little brown asshole.
"Please Jeff no---" Please God help me--
Then he held his right hand out, spit on it, and worked the spit up and
down and over the head of his cock.
"Ok bitch," he muttered.
"Here comes your motherfucking bone."

****

Well that's good.
That's nice. No, really, it is. She deserved that. She really does. She
doesn't get to see much of Mary Beth anymore and criminy---I can't
believe I left her sitting at Le'Montage all afternoon. Well, at least
she is understanding. What a wonderful woman. God, I am a lucky man. I
mean, she didn't seem at all upset when she called, just said that she
had run into Mary Beth at the restaurant and was going out to her place
in the country. And she's right---Mary Beth lives so far out, she may as
well just spend the night. The kids aren't going to be here anyway. they
are both gone this week. So that's good. That's nice. I am happy for
her.
I am such an asshole. I can't believe I let myself get carried away with
that girl like that this afternoon. My god what is it about her? She
looks so innocent, but then she is covered with tattoos like that. And
that body. And that pierced pussy. Oh shit. I can still feel her pussy
around my cock, my god that was wonderful. She was squeezing her pussy
around my cock like she had it in her fist. I've never felt anything
like it. How does she do that? She was actually milking my dick with her
cunt. Oh shit my dick is hard as a rock just thinking about it. I wish I
was in her pussy right now, I wish she was sitting, straddling me right
now while I drive down the street. I wish she was pushing that wet
little pussy up and down and up and down on my dick right now, right
fucking now. Fuck it I'm taking my dick out of my pants, oh yes, oh
fuck, oh shit that feels good.
STOP IT!!! What is the matter with you, Gary, what the hell is the
matter with you, man? You're driving down the street in broad daylight,
in front of anybody in Center City that happens to drive by, jacking off
to some little slut!! You are the CEO of Delta Microsystems, for god's
sake!!And one of Ballmer's sluts, at that!! I just know Microsoft sent
her, those assholes. Goddam it I knew all along.

I know what she did. I'm not stupid. When I went in to take a shower at
the hotel, she called Ballmer. She wasn't sure what to do. But Steve
knew I was on to him and his goddam tricks. So he told her to get the
fuck out of there, leave the documentation, forget the whole thing. He
knows now that I am not going to let Microsoft push me around, like they
do those other wimpy bastards. I'm Gary Studley, by god and I am not
taking their crap.
So when she called Steve Ballmer he told her to beat it. But she fucked
up. She left the card with his number on it. That horny old goat. So he
got some of her, too? Son of a bitch. I should kick his fucking ass. But
sorry, Steve, Your little pirate fucked up. Big time. Ha ha. You think
I'm stupid, Steve? No, no, no. This is Gary Studley you're dealing with
now.
Okay. Here I am, made it home, all in one piece. This was a good
decision, I made the right choice. I'll just pull this right into the
garage. there we go. And here, let me get this stuff, and get it all
inside, okay, okay. There we go. All right, now for the phone call.
Charly? Gary here. I'm at home. Where are you? Okay, well I hope you
guys have a nice dinner, I think you'll like it there. Try the
bouillabaise, it's wonderful. Ask for Eric, he's a great waiter.
Look Charly I don't want to keep you but I do want to put a bug in your
ear. Looks like Microsoft is after us. Well, no, Charly I'm not being
paranoid. I'm sure of it. I won't go into details right now, but trust
me on this. There is no fucking doubt in my mind. I'll tell you all
about it tomorrow, at the office. By the way, Charly you know I picked
up the complete package this morning from the annex. No, it's not at the
office, I changed my mind. I brought it home with me. Yeah, it's here
with me right now. I have a safe in my living room, it will be locked up
tight overnight. I'm going to back everything up tonight. I have
everything I need to do that right here.
Watermarked? Okay, I know that was discussed, but I did not know you
guys went ahead with it. You're kidding me. With a virus attached? Oh
you guys play hardball. Is that legal, Charly? Oh that is nasty. Locks
the machine right up, huh? Well listen, Charly, before we take this to
market we need to check with our legal department. Okay, okay. So it is
only the 3 discs labelled x, y, and z that are watermarked? Okay.
Well, I'll just do what I can tonight. See you tomorrow. Say hi to Linda
for me. Okay.

****

The personal computer on Herr Dietrich's desk was black, jet black,
black as the night sky out the west wall window to his Berlin office.
The cast iron desk that his computer sat on was also black, black as the
canvas jumpsuit outfit that Herr Dietrich was wearing, black as the knee
high leather boots he wore, black as the thoughts spinning through his
mind this very moment.
Every other item in his office, including the door, the floor, the
ceiling, wall, chairs, lamps, pen, pencils everything every other single
item including the phone that sat on his desk was white, pure white,
pure sterile, colorless white.
Except for one item, that is. A figure, a tall, slim woman with long
black hair stood leaning with her back against the clear glass of the
west wall window, leaning against the glass with the lights of downtown
Berlin twinkling below her, between her spread legs, in the inky
blackness of the German night. This stunning figure stood dressed in
black velvet stilletto heels, black fishnet stockings and a black rubber
jumpsuit. A shiny black rubber jumpsuit that clung to her like skin and
did in fact cover nearly all of the skin on her body, except for her
long, shapely legs. And except for her crotch, which was cut away
revealing the bare pink skin of her ass and her pussy, the bare shaved,
sopping wet pussy that she slowly massaged with long fingers, and rubbed
with the palms of her hands, as she stared into Herr Dietrich's eyes.
Which were staring into hers. Deep into hers. Very deeply into hers.
The woman rubbed her pussy alternately hard and soft, alternating which
fingers to push up into the soft wet meat, occasionally licking her lips
as she stared at Herr Dietrich, running a long tongue over her ruby red
painted lips, searching for and finding her clitoris, rolling it gently
between an index finger and thumb, hard clit, wet pussy, sliding two
fingers sliding now three fingers inside her cunt, watching Herr
Dietrich watching her watching him raising her hand now to her mouth,
hand sopping wet with her own pussy juice shoving that whole hand in
between her ruby red lips, into her open mouth, looking into Herr
Dietrich's eyes as she ran her long tongue then over each juice soaked
finger, licking her cunt off her fingers, licking---
The phone on the desk rang.
"It is the Pirate, sir."
"Tell her no."
"Sir?"
"I have waited for her for over an hour. No upload, no email, no phone
call. Now she can learn what it is to wait."
"Yes sir."
Herr Dietrich had stood to receive the phone call, anxious as he was. At
the news that the Pirate was on the line his cock had stiffened, the
cock that had hung lifeless and limp the entire time that the woman by
the window had performed for him. And the woman by the window could not
help but notice the apparent log that now jutted out from Herr
Dietridh's groin, pushing against the fabric of his black jumpsuit much
as the center pole of a big top circus tent might push against the
canvas.
Herr Dietrich hung up the phone, made a slight motion with his head to
the woman, and instantly she was before him, smiling, happy, pleased,
excited, quickly tugging, quickly lowering the zipper to his jumpsuit,
exposing his broad hairy chest, exposing the well defined muscles of his
flat tight abdomen, exposing the log that was his cock as she lowered
the zipper down, down, all the way down and his cock spilled out into
her waiting hands.
Their eyes met.

Again, a slight motion of his head and the shiny black rubber clad woman
immediately assumed a position sprawled face down across the top of his
black cast iron desk. The iron felt cool on the woman's chest and
breasts, and Herr Dietrich's cock felt wonderful as he pushed it against
her, pushing the head up and down the slimy wet slit that was the
opening to her smoldering pussy, moving it up then, positioning it at
the entrance to her asshole, shoving against her tight asshole, hearing
her gasp, watching as her hands reached out to clench the sides of the
desk, hearing her whimper, smiling, pulling back then, then sliding his
dick up the crack of her ass, holding her ass cheeks together then
sliding that log that was his cock up and down and up and down between
the cheeks of her ass.
Again the phone rang.
"The Pirate again, sir. She says it is an emergency."
Herr Dietrich slid his cock inside the woman's pussy.
"Put her on."
The woman moaned loudly and pushed back against him.
At the sound of the Pirate's voice Herr Dietrich's cock stiffened
considerably. The woman could feel it, now it was a steel rod, a hard
steel rod crammed in her cunt. She pushed harder against it.
"Master---I am sorry."
Herr Dietrich plunged his dick deep inside the woman. He could feel the
walls of her pussy stretching to accomodate him. He shoved the full
length in roughly, savagely, as far as it would go. The woman clenched
the sides of the desk and whimpered.
"The correct word is not 'sorry'," Herr Dietrich spit into the phone. "
The correct word might be 'incompetent'."
Slowly, ever so slowly, he withdrew his cock from the woman.
"Or the correct word might be 'undependable'."
He slid the full length of his cock back in. The woman gasped.
"But not sorry."
"Master---there is a problem."
Herr Dietrich began a long series of smooth strokes, smoothly stroking
the woman's cunt with his cock. With each smooth stroke he felt her
tight cunt relax a little more, with each hard jab she whimpered, with
each deep thrust she pushed even harder to take it all, she wanted it
all, and Herr Dietrich wanted nothing more than to give her it all. He
rammed her hard. then again, harder.
"Pirate you are the problem. You are the one that set a time for the
upload. If there were any problems you could have called. Do not pretend
not to know the number."
"They have watermarked the originals, Master. All copies contain a
virus. A nasty one. It seems to be exclusive to Delta. My laptop is
ruined. I have been trying to get it fixed all afternoon."
"And?"
"It does not seem to be possible, Master. I used the services of the
finest tech in the city. He could do little with it."
"And?"
"And so I am asking you what to do, Master."
"And?"
"And what, Master?"
"And so you are pretending to not know what to do?"
"Master?"
"Retrieve the originals, Pirate. End of story."
"But Master---I do not think that is possible now."
"Pirate, listen close. Do not contact me again until you have the
originals on hand. If I do not hear from you within 24 hours, I will
arrange for your termination with the following 48. Believe that,
Pirate. It is a true story."
"Master!!!"
Click.
Herr Dietrich bucked hard then exactly three times into the woman,
closed his eyes, imagined the Pirate's face, imagined her beautifully
tattooed body, then pulled his cock out from the woman's pussy and and
watched his hot cum come gushing, splattering, squirting out from the
long thick log that was his cock, flying first up and landing in her
long black hair, then onto her shiny black rubber clad back, then onto
and over and finally covering, in thick white creamy gooey cum, the
letters tattooed across the woman's firm lean ass---
CYBER MEISTER, INTERNATIONAL.

****

Carol Studley spread her legs wide, very wide, opened her arms and
sighed as Eric rolled his nude, hard body over and on top of hers in the
bed. She arched her back to press upwards and towards him while at the
same time lifting her lips to meet his, allowing the young man to close
his mouth over hers in a deep, lingering, soulful, satisfying kiss. Her
fingers trailed up the back of his neck and played lightly with his
close-cropped hair, then she used those same fingers to pull him closer,
to press his face into hers, to smash his mouth against hers, sending
her tongue out from her mouth to find his, allowing him to roll his
tongue slowly over hers, allowing him to slide his tongue into her
mouth, letting him shove his thick tongue into her mouth, sucking on his
tongue, sucking his tongue hard, sucking his big, fat, thick wet tongue,
loving it, feeling this man, this lean, hard young man shove his big
dick against her, feeling that big dick push against her cunt, raising
her ass up from the bed to shove her pussy right back at him---
"Oh my god Eric stop!" The words spilled out from her lips as she threw
her head back and stared at the ceiling, trembling.
"What is wrong, Carol?" Eric raised himself up on one arm and looked at
her with concern.
"Too much." Carol's voice cracked a little as she spoke. "This is too
much."
"Whatever you want, Carol."
"Let's slow down." She raised a shaky hand to her forehead, wiped the
beads of perspiration that had formed away, and turned towards him. "
I'm sorry, Eric. I just need to slow down."
"We can do that, doll." Eric smiled. A gentle, relaxed smile. Oh he is
sooo cute, she thought. "We can do that. We can go as slow as you want."
"Oh hell." She closed her eyes. "I am so sorry."
"Don't be. We don't have to do anything, doll. We can stop right here if
you want."
"I---I guess I should have told you."
"Told me what?"
Well, not that she had been daydreaming about this moment ever since
that first night that he had waited on her at Le'Montage. Or how
thrilled she had been when he offered to drive her home from the
restaurant. Or how turned on he had gotten her, parked on that shady
lane at the park. Or how grateful she had been when he simply took her
to his place, made coffee for her and had her sit on the couch while he
prepared a simple green salad for her (You need something on your
stomach, doll) and microwaved some leftover baked salmon in lemon
dressing (you didn't know I could cook, did you?). Or how her skin had
turned to goosebumps when, after dinner, he had led her by the hand into
his bedroom and looked into her eyes, smiling, as he slowly unbuttoned
her blouse and unhooked her bra to run his large hands over her breasts.
Then carefully eased her skirt down over her hips, letting it drop to
the floor as he reached inside her lace panties with his thick fingers
to find her wet pussy, and rub her wet pussy, and then pulled her close,
and then kissed her, and then kissed her again, and then whispered into
her ear, "Oh Carol, you are so beautiful."
Not that.
"You are the first man I have ever been with, Eric. Other than my
husband, of course."
"Oh really." Eric looked at her face carefully, then reached out to her
face with his hand and lightly traced a line from her forehead, down the
side of her cheek, to her chin. Holding her little chin lightly, he
turned her face towards his.
"I have never been unfaithful to Gary. Never."
"I see." He ran a finger then along the edge of Carol's lower lip. She
kissed it softly.
"I'm sorry, Eric. I was drunk earlier, at the restaurant, and when we
first got here. But I'm not drunk now. And I just don't feel right." She
ighed. "This doesn't feel right."
"Then we should stop, Carol." She looked at him. His eyes seemed so
peaceful. "It's all right, doll"
"Really?"
"Of course." Oh what a wonderful man.
"Just hold me, Eric. Would you mind doing that?"

"I would love to do that. Come here, doll." He took the woman into his
arms. Oh god he is strong, she thought.
"I love it when you call me doll, Eric. I am old enough to be your
mother. Doesn't that bother you?"
"Not at all. You are very sexy." He kissed the top of her head, and ran
his hand along the back of her neck.
"I find that hard to believe."
"Do you think I am making it up?"
"Well---I just wish my husband thought so." Carol sighed.
"Oh?"
"My husband is impotent, Eric." She blushed.
"No."
"Yes. I am sure of it. I have never told anyone before. And Gary and I
never talk about it."
"You should, you know. You really should."
A stern look came over her face.
"Not much to talk about. Too painful, for both of us."
"How sad."
They were both quiet then, for some moments. Carol started to say
something, then stopped. More moments passed. Finally she stated the
obvious.
"But you don't seem to be impotent, Eric."
"No, Carol, I am not impotent."
Eric lay on his back in the bed, his cock pointing like a long hard
spear straight up at the ceiling. Carol rested her head on his wide
chest and reached a hand down, trailing her fingers up and down its
shaft. She then reached down to cup his balls in the palm of her hand.
My god his balls are big, she thought. Next she ran the open palm of her
hand up from his balls, over the front of the shaft and up to the tip of
his cock. Oh his dick is hard as a rock, she marveled, wrapping her
fingers around it.
What a handful.
Suddenly Carol Studley knew that she wanted Eric's dick in her mouth.
She wanted to run her lips up and down this young man's rock hard shaft,
she wanted to lick and suck on this young man's big balls, she wanted
this young man to force and shove his big dick into her mouth, and shove
his big dick into her throat, she wanted this young man to pump and gush
hot cum into her mouth and throat---
And then Eric was on top of her again, between her legs again, and this
time he pinned her wrists above her head forcefully with his hands,
moved himself into position, and she could feel his cock pushing against
her slit, and it felt good, it felt good, oh god did it feel good.
"I think you are ready for me now, Carol," he whispered.
"Yes."
"I think you want me to fuck you now."
"Yes baby."
""Will you tell me, Carol? Tell me what you want me to do."
"Oh Eric I want you to fuck me."
"When, Carol, when do you want me to fuck you?"
"Please Eric, baby, please fuck me right now."
"Like this, Carol?"
"Oh yes."
"Like this, Carol? Is this what you want, honey?"
"Oh god yes, baby, oh my god that feels so good."
"Well then how about this, Carol, how about this, can you take this,
baby, do you want it, honey?"
"Oh god yes Eric fuck me baby fuck me hard I want it I want it all let
me have it I want it oh oh oh oh Eric fuck me hard."

****

Now what.
What is this. Oh I don't believe this. This is outrageous. What is that
cab doing in my driveway. My god that is her. I can't believe this. For
crying out loud, I told her no, no, no. No don't you dare come to my
house. What is with this woman, why won't she leave me alone?
She must be paying the driver. That's her all right. That's her. What
the hell am I supposed to do? Call the cops? No. That is crazy.
I'll tell you what I'm going to do right now, right fucking now, right
this fucking minute, here, here, let's get all of it, everything goes
right back in now, right back in these two boxes. I'm locking all of
this in the safe, that's right, there we go, okay, now it's locked up.
So she can forget about trying anything tricky, because it's locked in
the safe, all of the documentation is locked up and I've got the key,
and she will have to kill me to get it, and all I can say is good luck
to her on that one, because this is Gary Studley she is dealing with
now.
Here she comes, up the walk. She can't see me from here. I just won't
answer the door. That's it. That's all. She is not going to break it
down, fuck it, I just won't answer it. Why is she wearing that trench
coat? She changed clothes. She was in a business suit before. Now she's
wearing a long black trench coat.
My god.
She must have a gun under there, maybe a rifle, or a sawed off shotgun.
Look at those high heels. Look at those fucking high heels. She wasn't
wearing those before, either. Look at the spikes on those things. They
look like heels a stripper would wear. Is this girl a stripper, is that
it?
Okay, she's ringing the doorbell. She can't see me from here. I'm not
going to answer it. Look at those fucking high heels. Look at that face.
She is so goddam pretty. Oh shit my dick is getting hard just looking at
her. She doesn't have to do anything. Just the way she is standing, for
chrissakes. Oh god she is hot. Oh man look at those fucking heels. And
she has her toenails painted black. Fuck it I'm taking my dick out of my
pants. Oh yeah, there we go, oh man that feels good. Oh fuck she is hot.
Oh that little bitch gets me so hot. Oh I could blow a load right here,
fuck it, I'm going to, I'm gonna just cum on the curtains---
Oh shit!! She is looking this way!! She's looking right at me! I can't
stand here. I have to hide. Oh my god did she see me? She's ringing the
doorbell again. That's it. I'm gonna have to get rid of her. My
neighbors are going to think I hired a stripper. I have to get rid of
her.
Okay, I'll go to the door.
I have to zip my pants back up. Oh no. I can't get my dick back in my
pants. Shit. Holy shit. It won't fit back in. She's ringing the doorbell
again. Ouch!! Oh fuck that hurt!!
Okay--there now. It's in. Zip it up. Answer the door.

Well hello there, it's so nice to see you, oh yes, it's good you found
the place, did you have any trouble? Oh that's right, it is starting to
get dark, isn't it? Oh no, I don't mind at all, I told you on the phone,
my wife and kids are gone, oh yes, I am sure of that. The kids are over
at the coast, and my wife is at a friends about thirty miles out in the
country. Yep, got the place pretty much to ourselves.
Say---you know, what we were talking about on the phone, yes, what the
heck happened back at the hotel, (don't lie), I know, you said you would
explain everything---oh, oh, I see, you got a page, and it was an
emergency. (Sure). Okay, okay, now that makes sense. (Yeah, right). Uh,
say, could I ask you a question---does the name Steve Ballmer ring a
bell with you?
Never heard of him? (I'll bet). Oh all right. No, just wondering.
(Fucking liar).
What's that? Is that a pistol in my pocket, or am I just happy to see
you? Well, what do you think? (She wants it). Well it's not a pistol,
I'll guarantee you that. What's that? You think it's a big hard dick? Ha
ha, well now, you just might be right about that. (What a slut).
So you are glad to know that I am happy to see you? Well yes, as a
matter of fact, I would like to see some more of you. (You little
whore). Well yes, I certainly would like it if you opened your trench
coat.
Oh my fucking god in heaven, girl, you are completely naked under there.
(You little freak). Oh girl you don't even have a stitch on under that
trench coat. Okay, okay, so you thought I might like another look at
your tattoos, yeah, you were right about that. (Oh god she is
beautiful).
Did you just say you wanted me to take my dick out of my pants and
stroke it for you? (Kinky little bitch). No, no, I couldn't do that, no.
Oh---so you saw me, earlier, by the window? Oh how embarassing. Well
then---what the hell, here it is. You like that, don't you? (She fucking
loves it). I see that big grin on your face. Okay, I'll do this for you,
if you do something for me. All right? (I can get freaky, too). Then
take that trench coat off, that's right, just toss it on the couch.
Now bring both your hands up to your face, and raise your chin high, and
run your fingers, run your fingernails lightly down either side of your
neck, and down, down, over your tattoos to your breasts, oh yes. Now cup
your breasts in your hands, in the palms of your hands, and roll them
around gently, and squeeze them softly, and take your thumbs, and rub
your thumbs over your nipples, rub them in little circles around your
nipples until your nipples get hard, oh look, they're already hard.
You're looking at my cock, aren't you, I can see you, you like to watch
me stroke my cock, don't you? You want it again, don't you baby, you
enjoyed it this afternoon, didn't you, at the hotel, when you climbed up
on me and took my dick, you loved it, didn't you, when we fucked
standing in the middle of the hotel room, and you were hanging on my
neck, and hanging on my dick---what's that??
So you say you loved it in the elevator, when I let you suck my cock the
first time. You loved the way it felt in your mouth, like a long hard
delicious steel tube, covered in flesh, you fucking loved the taste of
my dick, didn't you baby, and my cum---oh god, girl, you are getting me
all hot again, all over again. Here baby, take my hand, come on, come
with me. Where are we going? We are going upstairs, babe---watch your
step there--we are just going to go right up these steps. You will like
it up here, girl, come with me, I am going to take you up here and fuck
you up here, yes, you better believe that, I'm going to fuck you in the
shower, yes baby, and I'm going to fuck you in the bath, yeah, that's
right, I'm going to fuck your pussy, baby.
And I'm going to fuck your ass.

****

"I should go home."
Carol Studley sat bolt upright in bed. "I have to go home now."
The tan flannel sheet fell from her breasts. Eric swiveled around on his
butt to put his head in her lap. He reached up and planted wet kisses on
each of her soft brown nipples, then continued with a line of kisses
down across her belly, pausing only when he reached the wide flat
country below her belly button.
"I am not through with you yet, honey," he whispered. Pulling the sheet
now away from them both, he moved a hand quickly up her inner thigh.
"Now that tickles!"
Carol took his head in both hands, kissed the top of it and laughed out
loud, springing from the bed to her feet.
"Oh Eric you are something else," she giggled. She picked her satin
blouse from over the chair where he had placed it so carefully earlier
and stood before the vanity mirror, quickly fastening the buttons. No
need for a bra. She would be home soon. Her hair was a mess. She would
have to brush it well. And that lipstick.
Too much too soon. That's all. That is what spending the night here
would be. It had been truly wonderful with Eric. She next reached for
her skirt, and held it up before her, inspecting it for wrinkles.
She definitely wanted to see this man again. Most definitely. Ooooh.
But she just needed to sleep in her own bed tonight. She had to be there
when Gary woke up in the morning, for heaven sake. That man did not know
how to feed himself. They both knew that.
She could feel Eric's eyes on her.
"Why is it that I don't have any trouble believing you worked in porn
films?" she smiled, winking at him. Carol leaned down then to step into
her skirt. No need for stockings, either. She was just going home. It
was just about ten minutes away.
Suddenly Eric was behind her, and suddenly Eric was pushing her down to
the low oak counter of the vanity. Hands spread now on the counter to
brace herself, Carol looked into the mirror to see her lover, bare
chested, behind her, in the dim light of the bedroom, and could feel his
firm hands on the bare skin of her ass. Carol sighed and spread her legs
wide, raising herself up on her toes to accept her man.
Again.

My god, he wants me again, she thought. She watched Eric in the mirror.
She liked seeing him behind her like this, in this mirror. He has been
making love to me for almost two hours, she thought, smiling. He has
shot inside me twice and this man wants me again now. Oh god yes. She
pushed her ass back towards him. Take me, you stud, she thought. Fuck me
again, baby, if that's what you want.
Oh I could fall for this guy.
Her eyes took in his broad, hairless, muscular chest in the mirror. He
works out, she thought. Work out on me, you fucking stud. Work out on
me. She shoved her ass back harder towards him.
Oh how I could fall for this guy.
As soon as Eric's cock entered her puss, however, she knew this was not
going to work. Ouch. Oooh. Ow!!
"Please stop, Eric," she said, reaching behind her to push the young man
away. Eric did not seem to understand, and pushed into her even harder.
"Eric you are hurting me!!" she cried, jerking away now.
He pulled out then, and spun her around to cradle her in his arms. "Oh
I'm sorry, honey," he said, kissing her forehead.
"I'm the one who's sorry," she said, embarassed. Your dick is too big,
she thought. Then she grinned. No it's not. Hell no, it's not.
"I'm sore, Eric. I am just not used to this. My poor little pussy is
raw." She placed a hand over her crotch, looked at Eric and grimaced. He
nodded.
"It's okay," he said softly. "It's okay."
Then she smiled, sighed, and leaned into him. She ran one hand up her
lover's bare shoulder, and up the back of her lover's bare neck. "You
have fucked me raw, baby," she whispered. "Oh yes you have certainly
fucked me raw."
She pulled Eric's head down to her and her eager mouth searched for her
lover's mouth hungrily, greedily, finding it, shoving her mouth against
it, kissing her lover's mouth, shoving her full red lips against his,
finding her lover's lips, and then her tongue found her lover's tongue,
and then the wife of the CEO of Delta Microsystems was on her knees, in
the dim half light of her lover's bedroom, in the evening, Mrs. Gary
Studley, on her knees in the dark, in her soft satin blouse and she was
sucking, she was slurping, she was sliding her little tongue over Eric's
big hard dick, and with her little hands she was pumping that hard dick,
and she was pumping, and she was sucking, she just kept sucking her
waiter's hard dick in the dark.

****

They don't wash off, do they?
That's funny, when I was a kid I always thought that people with tattoos
couldn't take showers or their tattoos would wash off. How is that
water, does it feel good---not too hot, is it? (Oh look at her standing
there, with that water pouring over her wet head.) Yes, I like it hot,
too. (Look at that water running in little streams down her face, down
her neck, over her breasts). I bet when you were a kid you loved those
stick-on tattoos, that you could get with bubble gum. (Yeah, turn
around, girl, let me watch the water run down the back of your wet head,
down your back, over your colorful tattoos, down over your ass. Oh look
at the way her ass juts out from the base of her spine. What a pretty
ass. What a beautiful ass. What a nice fucking ass.) No? Well, okay. (Oh
look, she has braced her hands against the wall under the shower head,
and is letting the hot water beat over her back, look at the water
flying off her tattooed back, look at it flying off her ass, I could
step up to her right now, and spread her ass cheeks apart, and press my
dick against her asshole, and slowly sink my dick into her ass, do you
realize how good her ass would feel wrapped around my dick? She probably
wants me to do that. I will wait.)
Oooh, it's getting steamy in here, isn't it? (She is turning around. the
water now is gushing from the shower head and down over her face, and
running in a river over her black lips. She paints her lips black. That
gets me fucking hot.) Yeah, that's a good idea, why don't you kiss my
chest, ahhh yes. Yes. So tell me, how did you end up with all these
tattoos? Ahh----an old boyfriend got you started. He gave you your first
one. How old were you? 16? How old was he? 23? Well---wasn't he a little
old for you? No?
You've always liked older guys, huh?
Well then reach down there with both hands, girl, yeah, take hold of
that thing with both hands and show me how much you like this older guy.
(I know she digs me. Nobody can pretend that much.) You can see this
older guy likes you, can't you? Yeah, that's a good guess---when my dick
gets big and hard like that, it means I like you. (I could fall for this
kid.) Oh yes, oh hell yes. (I could buy her). Get your hands all soapy.
(I'm rich, as a matter of fact). Good fucking idea. (Hell, I'm a
millionaire. At least on paper). Oh yeah, soap my balls up. Good idea.
You act like you've done this before. Yeah, I just bet you have. That's
a pretty safe bet.
I don't even know your name. I keep meaning to ask you, but then I
forget. Yeah, you make it hard for me to concentrate, ha ha. So what is
your name, anyway? Whatever I want it to be? Oh come on, what do they
call you? Everybody has a name. (She's hiding something). You'll tell me
later? If I'm good? Sweetheart if I wasn't good I don't think you would
be standing naked in this shower with me, would you? You wouldn't be
tonguing my belly button like you are doing right now, if you did not
think you were going to get something good from me.
Well, I'm sure you at least have some nicknames. With all those tattoos.
Tattoo-girl? No? Tattoodoll? Really? That is funny. (She does have a
sense of humor). You want me to just make one up? Well, I kind of like
that one, Tattoodoll. Ha ha is that right, is that right, so you've had
a lot of boyfriends that have called you that?

Here, baby, let me have that bar of soap, there, yeah let me soap my
hands up, yes, oh yeah does that feel good when I soap your tits up
baby.? Oh yeah, I think it does, look, your nipples are fucking
hard---so you don't want me to call you Tattoodoll---you know what I
think? I think you've had a lot of boyfriends, period. Am I right about
that? I think so baby, I think you have fucked a lot of guys, haven't
you, baby? It's okay, you don't have to be embarassed about it. It's
cool. I bet you just like flirting with guys, and having them come on to
you, don't you. And you like the way they usually start out as Mr. Nice
Guy. So sweet. You know how to pick them by now, don't you baby? You
know what to look for, don't you. I bet you do. And I'll bet you like
finding out that you have picked the right one. When he stops just being
Mr. Nice Guy with you, and takes control. You love that, don't you?
Knowing that you are with a guy that likes you, that maybe loves you,
that would never hurt you, but that is definitely going to control you.
And if he is strong enough, you want nothing more than to submit to him,
to follow his lead, go where he takes you, because you know he wants
nothing but what is best for you. Because you know that he knows what
you want. And you want to cum, don't you baby? You are a sexual being,
aren't you? And you know, deep inside, how important sex is to you by
now, don't you? So you want a strong man, who can make you cum and cum
and cum until you practically pass out. And then cum some more. It's
okay. I understand. And you want him to like you, for a lot of things,
not just the sex. And you hope that he loves you. And you are still
looking for him, aren't you?
Have you ever been with more than one guy? Well, what is the most guys
you have ever been with at one time? Don't be embarassed. It's all
right, you can tell me. Really? Holy shit, girl. You're kidding me.
That's called a gang bang. Well yes, I guess I did just ask, and you
just told me. What's that? It was part of your training?
Training for what?
Oh I know it's none of my fucking business, you're right. Well feel
this, child, this is my business. Can you feel that, feel me pushing my
fingers up inside your pussy? That's my business, I think I'll make your
tight little pussy my business, slut.
Oooh, I like that name. Do you mind if I call you that? You're giggling,
baby, you must like it when I call you that. Oh you do, huh? Well okay,
Slut. I can do that. I can call you that.
Come here then and kiss me, Slut. Come here, come closer and give me
your mouth. Press your slutty little body against me and open your mouth
and offer your open slutty mouth to me. Now look at me baby, look up
into my eyes, reach down and take my balls in one hand, that's it, and
wrap your other little hand around the base of my cock and now tell me
you want to be my slut.
Go ahead.

Tell me. I want to hear it. Oh that is nice that feels good, Slut. Now
say Gary, I want to be your slut. Say it again. Thank you. Say it again.
Say Gary I want to be your slut. Thank you. Can you feel that baby, can
you feel how hard my cock gets when you say that? Do you know why, baby?
Because I want you to be my Slut. That's why, baby. Keep saying it.
Do this for me, Slut. Reach down now between your legs, yes, isn't it
nice, in a hot shower, how it steams you up, and loosens you up, loosens
your skin up, and your flesh up, loosens the meat up, the meat on your
bones, and in between your bones, yes, it's wonderful, isn't it?
Shove one of your middle fingers up your cunt. Do it.
Now shove the other middle finger up your ass. Do what I tell you, Slut.
Shove it all the way up, bitch. Cram that fucking thing up your ass.
Keep looking at me, Slut. What did you say, Slut? Yes, Sir? Did I hear
you say 'Yes, Sir'?
Oh how nice.
Now shove another finger in there. That's right, now you have two
fingers in your cunt, and two fingers up your ass. Oh my you really are
a slut, aren't you? Yes, Sir? Did you say 'Yes, Sir'?
Oh I like that.
I like it when my Slut calls me Sir. What was that? Did you say 'Yes,
Master'? What is this, 'I Dream of Jeannie'? Did I just rub a bottle and
you jumped out? No, no, I didn't rub any bottles. And you're not a
genie, are you? You're just a slut, aren't you?
Say 'Yes, Sir'. Say 'Yes, Sir, I am just a slut.
Say it, bitch.
You know what I like to do with my sluts, baby? I like to play with
their nipples. I really really like to do that, so while you are finger
fucking your cunt, and finger fucking your ass, I am going to take my
own fingers and play with your nipples. How long has that nipple been
pierced, baby, is it still sore? No? Well good, then it shouldn't hurt
too bad if I just twist your nipples around here a little, like this. Do
you like it when I twist your nipples around like that, and then all the
way around like this, all the way around, clockwise, and now back the
other way, counter-clockwise, twisting your fucking nipples HARD?
Yes, Sir?
You are getting hot, aren't you, Slut? I can see it in your eyes, you
are breathing hard now. Well what if I just took your nipples between my
thumb and forefinger and pressed down on them hard, like this oh you
like that don't you. Oh fuck yes baby, you are hot well then how about
this, what if I pull your nipples out as far from your body as they will
go, stretch them way out here and TWIST THEM HARD, and then PRESS DOWN
ON THEM HARD yes girl yes girl go ahead baby, cum for me baby, oh hell
yes, oh baby you are shaking, you are fucking shaking like a leaf, no,
no, don't sit down, don't sit down.
Let's do this, let me lay down here on my back, right here in the
shower, okay, here we go, now sit on my face, girl, yes, sit right on my
face, shove your cunt right in my face, I want it baby, oh god that
tastes good, oh I want your cum, baby, cum in my mouth, keep cumming
baby, gush in me, oh honey let me suck your pussy, let me suck your cum,
smear that pussy juice all over my face, baby, cum on me, cum on me, cum
all over my fucking face.
You fucking slut.
Oh I love you.
Oh I love my little Slut.

****

I can't find my keys, Eric."
Carol Studley, now fully dressed, stood over the table by the door,
rummaging through the contents of her purse. "I can't find them!"
Eric, also dressed now, walked to the table, picked up a set of keys,
and handed them to her.
"Right here, doll," he said, winking.
"No, no," she said, looking at them and shaking her head.
"Not those. Those are my son's keys to my car, that I took away from him
a couple of nights ago, when he got the DUI. Are those the keys I gave
you back at the restaurant?"
Eric looked truly baffled. "Yes, Carol, these are the keys that were in
the ignition when I got in the car. Why?"
A panicked look came over Carol's face. "Because those are not my keys!
Oh god, Eric I've lost my keys. I have GOT to have those keys! Gary will
kill me if I have lost those!" Carol turned her purse upside down,
emptying its contents on the table, sending quarter, pens, credit cards,
and various other items flying.
Eric lifted his hands in the air, palms up.
"Maybe you left them at Le'Montage?"
Carol was completely flustered. Her hands shook as she searched through
the items spilled out over the table top. "Oh I am so stupid," she
moaned. "What is the matter with me?"
Eric grabbed her then by both her wrists and spoke right into her face.
"Carol listen!! You're not stupid!! You were a little tipsy when you
left the restaurant. That's all. And that is my fault. I should have cut
you off sooner."
He placed his hands on each of her shoulders. "Let's just settle down
here, and give Le'Montage a call, see if maybe they found them. You
might have left them on your table, or dropped them on the floor, or
left them on the counter up front, who knows? "
Eric picked up the phone. "Let's find out," he said. He dialed the
number and handed the receiver to Carol. He retreated then to the bay
window that looked out onto the street below his apartment.
After speaking into the phone for a few minutes, she hung up and heaved
a big sigh.
"Thank you, Eric," she whispered, walking across the room to where the
young man stood silently, looking out to the twinkling lights of the
city below.
"Looks like you were right. They have two sets of keys down there that
were found this afternoon. We can't be sure, but it sounds like one of
them are mine. I am going to go down to Le'Montage now and pick them up,
before they close."
Carol stood before Eric, head down.
"I'm so sorry," she mumbled.
"You don't have anything to be sorry about, Carol." Eric opened his
arms, and she moved into them. "I feel terrible for serving you all that
wine. It was irresponsible on my part."
Carol put her chin on Eric's chest, reached her arms around his waist,
and smiled up at him. "But if you hadn't served me all that wine, I
might never have ended up here. So---"
He ran a hand over the top of her head, and patted her hair. "You'd
better get going, doll. They close at 11. You have just enough time to
get down there before they lock the doors." He leaned down then and
whispered into her ear. "I know that you feel that you should go home
tonight. But don't make this our last night together, promise? Will you
come back to see me?" He brushed the side of her cheek with his parted
lips. "Soon?"
Carol did not answer him with words. Eric felt her soft lips on his,
felt her lingering kiss, felt her squeezing him in a tender caress. Then
she turned, gathered her things, stepped out the door and was gone.

****

Oh, you look wonderful, babe. Feel better after that shower? Here is a
bathrobe, here, put this on, sit on the bed, get comfortable.
Oh hell, are you crying? Please don't cry. Oh hell I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to make you cry. Look, I'm sorry I was calling you a slut. I know,
I have no right to talk to you like that. Please don't cry. Oh I feel
terrible. I don't know what gets into me, I really don't. I know its not
right to talk to a woman like that. I won't do it again.
Please don't cry. Please stop.
What's that? I don't understand? Well, you're right. I don't understand,
I have never understood women, and I don't understand myself, talking to
you like that. I know I should show you more respect---what's that? I
still don't get it? You liked the way I was talking to you? Really? Well
then why are you crying?
You say you are crying because it just hit you that soon you will be
dead? And before you met me that would not have mattered to you, but now
it does?
Dead?
Oh shit, do you have a disease? Oh fuck!! I knew I should have worn a
condom!! Oh how careless of me!! Son of a bitch!!
What's that? It's not that? Well then what? Some one is trying to kill
you? Holy shit, why would anyone want to hurt you? Is it Ballmer? Is it
that motherfucker? I'll kick his ass if he tries to hurt you. It's not
him? Well then who? The man you work for?
A cruel man? An evil man? A wicked man?
Okay, okay, time out. Time out, goddam it. Before we go any further, you
are going to tell me who you are, who you work for, and why they would
want to kill you. Okay? So go ahead, I am listening.
Karen Moore? All right Karen, pleased to meet you. Go on. Herr Dietrich?
So you met Mr. Herr Dietrich in a sex club in Berlin, and he has been
your trainer ever since? What is he training you for, the Olympics? You
could say that, huh? Now you are smiling. What is so funny? Oh, I get
it. If they were the Sex Olympics, ok, ok.
Go on.

Cyber Meister International. German Mob. Organized crime. Had you spying
on me for two months. You stole my A Team output. Copied it. Now you
want to give it back. And this evil man, Mr. Herr Dietrich has promised
to kill you within the next couple of days if you do.
One quick question, Karen. Why should I trust you? Either you are lying
to me right now about all of this, or you are telling the truth. In
either case the first thing I should do right now is call the police.
What's that? You say I should know something before I do that? I should
know that something happened in all of this that was not in the plans?
Karen, please don't start kissing my chest again. You know what that
does to me. Oh, all right, go ahead.
Really? Don't tell me that, don't tell me that you've fallen in love
with me, and that has changed everything. Don't play with my emotions,
please don't. Yes, yes, you know I like it when you tongue my nipples
like that. You say you would love to tongue my whole body like that?
Starting with my cock?
Okay baby, if that's what you want, if you want to suck my cock again,
go ahead, go for it, girl, suck me baby. Oh god I love my cock in your
mouth. Oh. Go ahead, take it in your mouth, part your lips wide, yes
Karen, yes baby.
Now let me do the talking.
Feel that, baby, feel my cock hitting the back of your throat? Oh baby,
oh honey. Now close your lips over my cock and suck.
Suck it hard, girl.
I love you too, Karen. I never thought I would have the nerve to tell
you this. I have been thinking about it all day. I know it sounds crazy.
I never used to believe in love at first sight. Till there was you.
There were birds in the sky, but I never heard them singing, no I never
heard them at all. Till there was you. Keep sucking my dick, baby.
Now honey, I want you to look up at me, and relax your throat, Karen,
relax the muscles in your throat. Let's try something, honey, let's see
how much of this thing we can get in there, that's it, that's it, nice
and wide, oh yes baby, feel that, it's in your throat, Karen, oh I love
you baby, take my dick honey, take it deep, relax baby, BREATHE OUT YOUR
NOSE, yes, nice and slow, now some more, now some more---you're starting
to gag, you're gagging, I'm pulling back out---I want you to come away
with me, Karen.
Did you hear me? I want you to come away with me, we can leave tonight,
we can be in Hawaii by morning. I have my own plane, baby, I have a
hundred acres on the island of Mauii, you'll be safe there, I am not
going to let anything happen to you.
Let's try again, love, open wide, relax, relax, oh baby that is good,
that is good, you are doing good, oh hell yes honey I am almost all the
way in now oh yes Karen honey I am in, I am in, I have my cock all the
way down your throat, oh babe, no one has ever been able to take me all
the way, oh feel my balls on your chin, I have always wanted to do that,
you are the first woman that has been able to do that, oh Karen I love
you.
I really do.
I really do love my little slut.

**************
The actor stood by the wide bay window, looking out onto the street, and
watched the soft red lights of the automobile pull away from his drive,
travel briskly down to the first corner, make a sharp turn to the right
and out of sight in the dark. The actor breathed a long slow sigh of
relief. It had been a long day.
He raised his large hands to his face and rubbed the palms slowly over
the taut skin of his face, relaxing the muscles and built up tension,
knowing in his mind that his night was really only beginning, rubbing
his face harder, then, as though in an attempt to remove one of the
masks that he had become so adept at wearing, masks so important in the
roles he had become so adept at playing. Roles that he had in fact
invented, over the years.
The gay waiter.
The concerned friend.
The caring lover.
Now, for the remainder of the evening, he could slip back to his
favorite role.
The one that he had been groomed for all his life.
The one that rewarded him with money. And power. And satisfaction.
Now he could simply be the man. The organization man.
The man glanced, then, at his watch. Timing would be critical in this
operation. He moved quickly to the hall closet of his apartment, found
the jacket that he had been wearing earlier, and fished Carol Studley's
keys from the pocket.
Next the man walked out a side door and into a small shop that joined
his garage. He carefully inspected all the keys on the ring. It would
not be necessary to make copies of them all. The keys he needed were
obvious. One for the lock to Gary Studley's office at Delta Microsystem.
One for the safe in that office. Another one for the lock on Gary
Studley's front door, at his home. Another one for the lock to his safe
in the living room.
Within minutes he had perfect copies of each of these keys. The man
checked his watch again. Right on schedule. Mrs. Studley would spend a
minumum of fifteen minutes traveling to Le'Montage. Another fifteen
minutes to return home. She would waste five to ten minutes at the
restaurant, coming to the realization that the keys sitting in lost and
found were only similar in appearance to her set. The man, who had
placed them there earlier, had made sure of that.
Out of an allotted 35-40 minutes, the man had now used five. Within
another five he had changed into dark clothing, including black canvas
vest with large wide pockets front and back. Into the front inside left
pocket the man slipped a 9mm Glock, fully loaded, with safety lock on.
In the pocket on the opposite side its long screw-on silencer fit
nicely.
Within 7 minutes from pulling away from his house the man was parked two
blocks from the Studley's, on a side street with no street lamps. As the
man approached the front door he pulled on the latex surgical gloves. He
surveyed the house for signs of life. No lights on at all downstairs.
Good. That is where the safe was located. One light on upstairs. Good
again.
He checked his timepiece once again.
Good. Not great, but good. He should have at least ten minutes to
perform his mission, perhaps more. The man had completed similar
missions in even less time. If the organization' source was accurate,
ten minutes would be plenty of time.
Operations such as this were impossible without an accurate source. It
was necessary to have a bird sing. And the organization had found such a
bird on Delta Microsystem's A Team. Sing, Charly, they had whispered.
And of course Charly had said no, I will not sing. And Charly did not
sing and would not sing until he received the email from the
organization, the longest, most detailed email that Charly had ever
received. Until the moment that Charly's eyes fell on that computer
screen detailing the utterly depraved and disgusting nature of his
sex-related internet dealings, he had thought that he was safe. So much
for proxy servers, he had thought. So much for credit cards from off
shore banks. It was not until that moment that Charly realized how
extensive was the information that this organization was capable of
collecting on individuals. Even the smart ones, like Charly.
And so he sang.
What else was the leader of Center City's Citizen Alliance Against
Perverse Homosexual Behaviour going to do?
I have family values, Charly reasoned. I have to sing, even though I
don't want to. What of my family?
And so he sang. And he sang. And he sang.

Training and experience.
These were the hallmarks of the professional, and they were certainly
the man's hallmarks. Within three minutes of arriving at the front door
to the house, he had entered the premises, ascertained that the parties
were in fact upstairs, located the living room safe and retrieved the
discs. His instructions were plain. He was looking for a series of nine
compact discs. All nine now resided in the man's vest pocket.
Now for the second part of his mission.
The man stood at the bottom of the stairs and listened. He heard what
sounded like grunts and groans, mixed with some screaming and crying
out. First Mr. Studley's voice, then the girl's. Then the girl's. Then
Mr. Studley's.
The man fixed the silencer to the barrel of the 9 mm Glock.
His instructions had been explicit.
The man preferred explicit instructions. They minimized the chance of
his receiving blame in the event of a mishap. And there were of course
mishaps. But his instructions in this case left no room for doubt.
The man ascended the first two steps of the staircase. Now it was
possible to make out some of the words. The man listened intently. "Oh
god Gary keep fu-u-u-u-u-u-u-cking me baby," is what the girl seemed to
be saying, in a somewhat high-pitched tone of voice.
The girl was in fact the target.
The man took two more steps up.
His instructions were as follows. If Mr. Studley is found in the company
of a young woman, approximately 25 years old, with her torso nearly
covered in tattoos, she is to be terminated. Successful termination of
this woman will result in the usual bonus.
The man was now near the top of the stairs.
Make certain that the wounds are fatal.
He could see that the subjects were in a room halfway down the hall. The
door to the room stood partially open. The room was lit. He could see
them moving back and forth in the light through the open door.
Under no circumstances is Mr. Studley to be harmed. Absolutley not.
Suddenly the man could see the woman pause in the light of the door. She
was in fact covered in tattoos.
The man pushed the Glock 9mm off safety.
He pointed it at the girl, steadying his pistol hand with the other.
The man placed his right index finger directly on the trigger, took a
deep breath, and slowly exhaled

****

Eric turned out to be one heck of a nice guy, thought Carol Studley,
climbing back into the driver's seat of her big sedan. This is not his
fault. This is nobody's fault but my own.
Oh well, she thought.
Guess I'll just go on home.
She had lost her keys. The set at Le'Montage, though similar in
appearance to hers, were not in fact hers. And by now she had cried over
it, and anguished over it, and agonized over it enough. May as well just
accept it. Tell Gary the truth. He would be upset. Carol cringed at the
thought.
Tell Gary the truth.
A wave of guilt began to build in Carol's heart, much as an ocean wave
builds off a shoreline, assuming height, volume, and mass as it moves
toward the beach. As her mind retraced the events of the past afternoon
and evening, this wave towered over her thoughts. She could feel it
towering, menacing over her. She cringed.
Tell Gary the truth.
Carol cringed again.
The wave broke then on the beach of her immediate consciousness,
spreading out over the sands of her thoughts, racing to cover them in
wave after wave after wave of guilt. Carol pulled the sedan off the road
and buried her head in her hands. Oh Gary I'm sorry, she whispered,
tasting the salt of the tears trickling down her cheeks.
I'm so sorry, honey.
Sorry that she had lost those keys, which he had specifically trusted
her with. "I need someone I can trust, Carol," is what he had said.
"These are the only other keys to these safes. I trust no one else in
the world like I trust you."
Sorry that she had spent the afternoon and evening bedding some young
stud who, yes, was wonderful (her pussy and her jaws still ached),
but...
Sorry. Just plain sorry.
Sorry that she and Gary had grown so distant over the years. Oh, Gary.
The time she had just spent with Eric had been wonderful. But she and
Gary had had so many wonderful times of their own. Oh, had they had
times of their own. Especially back in the early days. Gary had been so
passionate. Such raw passion.
Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes.
Carol pulled the car back into traffic. I just want to go home to my
husband, she thought. I want Gary. This realization now hit the woman
like the proverbial ton of bricks, and each brick in that ton was marked
Gary, or it was marked Husband, or Father, or Lover, or Friend,
Provider, Partner, and on and on, all the things that a man can come to
mean to a woman over the years. Because it was Gary now. And it had
always been Gary.
Always.

It had been Gary when they were young (oh god they were young back then)
and spending weekends at the coast, travelling over the low hills of the
coast range mountains in Gary's VW bus (which eventually blew up, but
that is another story). Leaving on Friday nights after work, arriving at
the ocean in the dark, walking along the beach, holding hands, going
over with each other the events of the past week, what had happened in
their jobs, how Gary was doing in school, how exciting the computer
revolution seemed, how exciting it felt to be involved in it.
Finding that same huge old growth log tucked behind that same windbreak,
feeling Gary pull her towards him, feeling his lips on hers,
surrendering to him, feeling his mouth on hers, melting into him,
wanting him, wrapping her arms behind his back, wanting nothing but to
become one with this young man.
Loving him.
Treasuring him.
Feeling him lift her up and onto the log, standing before her, still
kissing her, tugging on her shorts, tonguing her mouth, sliding her
shorts to her ankles, biting softly on her lower lip, spreading her legs
apart with his hands, feeling him do all these things to her until she
was lowering his own shorts and had his cock in her hands, kissing her
lover hard on the mouth, running both hands up and down Gary's
wonderfully steel hard long cock, marvelling every time at how long Gary
was, wanting every inch of him inside her, feeling him slide his fingers
up and down her wet slit, feeling his thumb on her clit, taking his
tongue deep into her mouth, sucking his tongue, feeling him place a hand
on her breast, feeling him rub his thumb over her nipple, now having her
lover running one thumb over her clit, one thumb over her nipple,
feeling her pussy begin to gush, squeezing Gary's big dick, hearing him
grunt, moaning herself, squeezing that big dick again, whispering in his
ear, "I want you, honey. I want you," guiding his cock inside her,
feeling her pussy stretch to accept it, feeling how absolutely hard it
felt, like a warm thick slab of pure granite sliding into her own
softness, her wetness, her soft wet cunt, "Fuck me, honey," she would
whisper, "Fuck me Gary," she would moan, "Just keep fucking me," as he
began to stroke her, long smooth strokes with his long smooth rod,
throwing her head back, seeing the stars out over her head, listening to
the waves crashing on the beach, listening to the north wind whistling
through the treetops, feeling the wind blow and toss her mane of long
dark hair, fucking Gary, making love to Gary, fucking Gary, loving Gary,
loving Gary, loving Gary...

And it had been Gary at the Lamaze classes with her when she was
pregnant with their daughter. With her when their daughter was born.
Learning with her (oh god did they have a lot to learn) how to care for
an infant. It had been Gary that whole time, not allowing her to feel
poorly about herself (I am so fat now, she would whimper. No you're not,
babe, he would say. You're the best.)
It had been Gary that whole time.
And it had been Gary that had started that little software company with
three other guys, a company with office furniture picked up at the local
Goodwill, an office that in fact sat on the second floor two doors down
from a saloon in downtown Center City. And it had been Gary that had
worked, oh god had that man worked, and worked, and worked, and worked
until that same little software company had over five hundred people
working in Center City alone.
But it had been Carol that had sat alone all that time that Gary worked,
that got tired of wondering where Gary was, or when would Gary be home,
that gotten used to going to bed alone. That had gotten used to being
the only one at the kids soccer games, the only one at their basketball
games. That had gotten used to going to bed alone. And crying in bed,
alone.
Maybe I'll get a tattoo, Carol thought, swinging her sedan around the
corner and approaching the house her family called home. Maybe that
would get the spark back in Gary's eyes. Oh Gary, she whispered. Oh
honey.
She pulled the car into the driveway.
It was unmistakable.
Carol sat up in her seat with a jolt.
That had been a man running out the front door to her house.
A man in dark clothing.
Who in the world was he?
What was going on?
Gary?

****

The Center River spills down from the Center Mountains, collecting
volumes of crystal clear, sparkling water along its way to the floor of
the Center Valley. The man pointed his car north along the freeway that
bounded the Center River. There had not always been a freeway along that
river.
The first white people to visit this area were trappers, and other fur
traders, hard, tough men mainly in search of the prized beaver pelts
that had become so valuable to easterners. Easterners who were proud to
walk the streets of the large cities on the Atlantic seaboard sporting
their high topped, fashionable, beaver pelt hats. These men were
followed by the farmers, delighting in the richness of the soil of the
fertile Center Valley, soil heavily laden with volcanic deposits from
the Center Mountains. These people were, in turn, followed by the
loggers, and the timber barons, an entire industry that had moved across
the northern forests of the country, falling trees, bucking them into
manageable lengths, hauling them to sawmills, converting them into two
by fours, and six by sixes, and four by eights, and huge, huge beams for
huge, huge buildings, and bridges, and ships. The Center Valley was
bounded on both sides by hills and mountains more densely covered in
fine, top grade, old growth Douglas Fir than any other spot on earth,
and the timber barons logged it, and they logged it, and they logged it
until the advent of the internal combustion, hand held, portable chain
saw.
And then they raped it.
They slammed these forests against the wall like a worthless whore, they
slapped these forests in the face, then they slapped the forests again,
they held these forests to the ground, they pushed the forest's face
into the mud, and the dirt, they spit on the forests, and they sucked on
these forests, and they fucked these forests, they fucked them hard,
with their big hard bulldozers, and their big hard chainsaws, and their
big hard front end loaders, and yarders, and logging towers, and they
fucked them hard with their big hard dicks, and they sucked on these
forests, and they sucked, and they fucked and they sucked until the
forest lay, limp, beaten, and submissive, at their feet. And when
passers-by said, in shock, "Look what you have done to the forests! You
big brute!"
The timber barons said, innocently, "Who, me? Sweet, innocent, little
old me?"
And so the people banded together to stop this rape. Rape is wrong, they
cried. And though they could not silence the chain saws, they muffled
them. And the chain saw became muffled in a land where Timber once was
King. And the people said, we need a new King! Who will be our new King?

The man took the exit to his right, steering his car down the off ramp
and parking it in the west end of the large blacktopped parking lot of
the rest area. The man knew the Center Valley well, and he knew this
rest area very, very well. It was the first rest area north of Center
City, and it had the phone that he always used to report to the
organization. The organization had sent him to the area months back.
This was not the first mission he had carried out for them. Not by a
long shot.
The Center Valley was filled now with high tech industry. Intel. Hewlett
Packard. Fujitsu. Sony. Hyundai. In the land of the muffled chain saw,
High Tech was now King. And in a land ruled by High Tech, the man, and
the organization that the man worked for, concerned themselves only with
one area. And in that one area, it had been determined that Delta
Microsystems was producing the most innovative, the most original, the
most efficient products in the entire world.
Before stepping out of the car, the man looked in both directions to
make certain no one could see him. Then he reached into the inner pocket
of his black vest, pulled out his Glock 9mm with silencer, reached over
and flipped open the glove box beneath the passenger's side dash.
He unscrewed the silencer from the Glock quickly, frowning as he did so.
He had not had a chance to use the weapon. It had not been fired. The
man grimaced, knowing that he had made a mistake. Instead of carrying
out the termination of the female subject, he had allowed himself to
watch the couple in their lovemaking. Such passion is rare, and he
admitted to himself that he could not resist the sight. There was
something about that girl. Not beautiful, in the classic sense. But
highly erotic. The man's cock started to swell in his pants as he
thought of her.
Stop it, he muttered.
She has already cost you your bonus. That is enough.
The man placed the gun in the glove box, closed the door and locked it.
And then he had been surprised by Carol Studley's arrival. How stupid.
He had in fact allowed himself to lose track of time. How
unprofessional. But oh, that girl. How in the world did she get that
thing all the way down her throat?
He slid his money into the pay phone, dialed a series of numbers, and
waited. The man received his instructions concerning pending missions in
a non-descript post office box at the downtown station in Center City.
The man insisted, however, on reporting on the outcome of his missions
to only one man.
The man in charge.
"This is Steve Ballmer. Can I help you?"
"Yes, sir. I am calling to report the successful completion of my
mission, and to alert you to my arrival in Redmond in approximately six
hours, package intact."
"Very well. Code name?"
"Long John Silver."
"Password?"
"The Pirate."

THE END