by Jack Porter
Needless to say, I was more than a little intrigued. I’d never tried to bring forth two succubi at once. “Is it possible?” I asked Azrael.
“Oh yes,” he responded. “It is now.”
At this answer, Sandy looked up from Rachel’s tablet. “Good. And depending on how this goes, maybe we can look for more opportunities like this.”
“You like pimping me out, don’t you?” I asked, laughing.
Sandy laughed, too. “It’s what we need, right? And yes, I’m pretty good at it.”
I nodded. “You are. When do we meet?”
Sandy smiled. “Tonight.”
“Perfect.” I sat down next to Sandy and put my arm around her. “Do you want to go to the club with me? You haven’t got out of the house in a while.”
The blond smiled warmly at me and put her hand on my chest. “That’s very thoughtful of you, Simon, but I don’t feel comfortable going to a public place with the hit still out on me. Until then, I’ll work and play from here.”
I scowled. Dario Fucking Gambetti had really made everyone’s lives difficult, and I couldn’t wait to put a bullet in his brain. But first, in his balls.
Sandy had said I was thoughtful—probably for the first time. It might have been a first in my entire life. The points I’d put into sensitivity must have been paying off, and I silently thanked Azrael.
“You’re welcome, although it won’t kill you to try to be a bit more thoughtful of others without my help. You’re an asshole.”
“Besides,” Sandy continued, bringing my attention back to her with a hand placed on my leg. “I don’t want to cramp your style.”
I brushed some of her silky hair out of her face. “You never could,” I said. And then I kissed her.
I had a few hours to kill with nothing to do except try to make this small blond woman happy. So that’s what I did.
I shoved the tablet aside, along with the odds and ends of other things lying on the table. Then I picked her up and set her on the edge of it. It was a modern-looking wooden table, heavy and sturdy, perfect for what I had in mind. Sandy tilted her head up, inviting me to kiss her again. This time, I let my tongue explore her mouth as I reached up under her short skirt to find her panties.
A lace thong. I yanked them down her hips and felt them tear. Pulling back, I smiled. “Oops,” I said without feeling sorry.
“Now you’ve done it,” Sandy said with a playful smirk. “Those were my favorite.”
“I’ll buy you new ones.” I spread her legs and stepped between them, letting my hands wander up her soft thighs. It felt good to be able to take our time. I didn’t know where Rachel and Piper were, but it didn’t matter. If they wanted to join us, all the better. For now, though, I focused on working Sandy’s skirt up to her hips while she slid her hands up my abs, bunching up my t-shirt in the process. I let her take it off me, helping her pull it over my head. She looked at my chest in admiration, and I knew I’d never get tired of that feeling of being wanted.
Within a few more moments, we were completely naked. Our clothes lay in a heap on the floor, and the dining room table was about to be broken in with an entirely different way of eating. Sliding down to the floor, I put one of Sandy’s feet on each of my shoulders, placing my face exactly where it would bring her the most pleasure. And then I went to work. She watched me for a moment and then laid back on the table, her fingers curling their way through my hair. Soft sighs and moans escaped her lips while her hips wriggled at the edge of the table. She whispered my name a few times, too.
Before she finished, however, I stood up and pushed her body forward before climbing on top of her so that we were both sprawled on the table. The wood was smooth, so there wasn’t a chance of splinters, but it wasn’t the same as a bed or couch. She laughed when I propped myself up with my arms on either side of her.
“What?” I asked.
Sandy’s hand went down between us, and she grabbed hold of me to guide me in. “I was just thinking that before I met you, Simon, I only thought I’d experienced my share of fun. But you surprised me. And you continue to.”
I chuckled. “It has been one hell of a fun time, hasn’t it?”
With Sandy guiding me, I pushed into her, taking my time, watching her face. When I was buried deep inside her wet warmth, she smiled and rocked her hips against mine.
The dining room table proved to be a challenging place for an afternoon romp. We sort of slid around on it for a minute before finding a position that worked. And then we were both panting and sweating.
I’d overestimated the strength of the table, and it began to groan, too, as our antics became rougher. But it held up while we both came. Sandy first, and then me. After another minute, I rolled off her, puffing a bit from exertion.
“It’s a good thing we haven’t been eating on this table,” Rachel said from the doorway.
I looked up, and she was leaning against the doorframe. I had no idea how long she’d been there, but her small smile and hooded eyes indicated that it had been a few minutes. And they contradicted her words. She wasn’t upset about the table.
I grinned. “Does it really matter?”
Rachel shrugged. “No. So, Piper sent me up here to tell you we found something interesting. The police got some camera footage of you and Piper, but it’s not clear who you are.”
I sat up and got off the table. “I’ve got a date tonight. Two, in fact. How bad is this?”
Rachel shrugged and walked over to pick up her tablet. “It might be all they have, or it could be that they know who you are and are trying to flush you out of hiding.”
I gathered my clothes, took another lingering look at Sandy, who sat up but was slower to grab her clothes, and followed Rachel downstairs.
Chapter 39
The camera footage was low-quality, and I couldn’t see our faces at all in it. It had been captured on one of our attacks on Dario’s armored trucks. The only things that might have been recognizable would have been our build. At this point, I was the kind of guy people would notice simply because of my body. I looked like a fucking movie star.
Piper leaned back in the chair she was sitting in at the consoles. “It’s not bad. I don’t think they can get anything from it, even with enhancement software.”
“What’s the plan if they do figure it out?” I asked.
“I don’t know, Simon,” Rachel said, shaking her head. “So far, you’ve been lucky that none of this has come back to bite you in the ass.”
I grinned. Azrael had something to do with that.
Rachel continued in her usual calm tone. “But even if they do figure out that the man and woman causing all the trouble are the same ones who were in your apartment a few weeks ago where a bunch of people were murdered, they are going to have a hard time finding you here.”
“Agreed,” I said. “So, let’s put together a plan just in case, but for right now, I can’t let it stop me from my dates, right?”
Chapter 40
With the enhancements I’d received from my conquests, I was feeling stronger and faster than ever. I was confident I could beat anybody in a straight-up fistfight. For instance, if someone tried to arrest me while I was out on the town. So the question was, was I fast enough to dodge bullets? I didn’t think so, but with any luck—and I did have plenty of that now—we wouldn’t have to worry about dodging bullets for a while.
After putting on my best shirt and being proclaimed fit for the club by Sandy, I hopped in the Mustang and drove downtown to Club Fever.
It was the hottest nightclub in town, where everyone wanted to go if they were into that sort of thing, and I’d always dreamed of getting in. Security here was of the kind that let in the good-looking people or those with high status and money. I bypassed the line and headed straight to the velvet ropes and the bouncer at the door. He had a small tablet that was hooked into the status lists, and when I gave him my name, he looked me up. After seeing my status, he immediately moved the rope to let me thro
ugh, to the groans of many in the line behind me.
The thumping music could be heard outside, and when I entered the dark club with its blue and purple strobe lights, it washed over me, beating in my chest, feeling like it was changing my heart’s own rhythm.
A DJ was on stage, and the packed crowd in front of him was dancing with abandon. I scanned the floor, looking for my dates, and also checking exits just in case anyone from the Syndicate recognized me. At this point, it had become a habit when I was in public, especially in places like this.
I spotted two young women dancing near the edge of the crowd, their bodies gyrating together as if they’d done this many times before. One had red, wavy hair, and the other dark brown. Both wore skimpy blue dresses that hugged their bodies like gloves. Those should have been the girls I was looking for. I worked my way over to them, feeling the sweat and the steam rise off the dancers on the floor, the energy of the place. Before I even got to my targets, another woman grabbed my hand, inviting me to dance. She was pretty, and she turned her very round ass toward me to grind with the music. I smiled, enjoying myself with my hands on her hips, moving with her. But after a few moments, I passed her off to someone else and looked again for the Ascenders I was supposed to meet.
They had moved, but were actually closer. I made my way to them and leaned down to the brown-haired woman. “Are you Julie?” I asked loudly over the music.
She turned to me, grabbing her friend by the shoulders in the process. They both looked me up and down and smiled broadly.
“Yes, I’m Julie!” the dark-haired one said, and her eyes lit up. “And this is Ami.” Julie indicated the red-haired girl.
I smiled. Up close, they were stunning. They both had glittery makeup on, which really set off their eyes in the club lights, and they were already sweating from their dancing. Their dresses hugged almost perfect curves. “I’m Simon,” I shouted. “I think I’m your date!”
The young women giggled and nodded. “You look like Sandy described,” Ami said. “I’m glad she wasn’t lying.” She looked at Julie and grinned wickedly.
“Do you want to go sit down so we can talk?” I asked.
Julie and Ami shook their heads. “No! We want to dance!” Julie said. “Come dance with us, Simon!”
And then they each took one of my hands and pulled me farther into the sweaty throng.
I wasn’t much of a dancer, but thanks to Azrael’s upgrades, I could at least sway in time with the girls, who weren’t as interested in dancing as they were grinding. I spent a few sweaty minutes as the middle of their sandwich, my hands on whichever one happened to be in front of me. Julie and Ami were fun, and at one point, Ami put her hand down my pants to sample the goods. No one else but Julie noticed, because there was similar stuff going on all around us. I smiled at her and leaned into her touch. It was time.
Taking them each by the hand, this time I led them to the edge of the dance floor, toward the stage. There was a section of curtain that led to the back, and when no one was looking, the three of us ducked behind it, with the girls stifling their laughter. It was infectious, and I laughed as I let them push me up against a wall and begin to take turns kissing me. I managed to pull them further back into the shadows, down a darkened hallway toward a glowing Exit sign. Here, the music still shook the walls, but we could speak without yelling.
“Did Sandy tell you everything?” I asked as they groped me. Not that I minded.
Julie giggled and then nodded. And then she narrowed her eyes a bit. “About what will happen after this?”
“Yes,” I said, “and what we would like you to do for us.”
“Simon,” Ami said. “We’re willing to do anything to get ahead. That’s why we’re Ascenders, right?” She kissed me before I could respond, and then we all spent a few breathless seconds fumbling with clothing. The girls removed their panties, stuffing them into my pockets.
Ami wanted to go first, so she placed her hands on the wall, pushing her ass out toward me while I pulled up her tight dress. The redhead looked over her shoulder, caught my eye, and grinned. Julie stood with her back against the wall, her hands on her thighs as if she intended to watch.
Okay then. Thanks to my time with Rachel, Sandy, and Piper, I could perform with an audience.
I eased into Ami, who was no longer giggling, and gave her time to adjust to my considerable size. But she pushed back against me until I was buried deep within her. I slid out almost all the way, and then pushed back in, hard. She tensed around me and gasped. I did that a few more times, gauging her reaction, but also enjoying how she seemed to push her ass against me as if she always wanted more. The danger of being caught once again added to the allure for me, but it must have been the same for Ami, because after a few more thrusts, she was groaning.
Aware that I was going to have to do this again right away, I was counting on Azrael to give me some stamina. But he’d said it wouldn’t be a problem, so I relaxed a bit and allowed myself to enjoy the encounter. It was over fairly quickly, with Ami rocking her hips back against me almost in desperation. So I moved faster, moving to the deep, soul-thumping tempo of the music, holding onto her as she gasped and moaned. When she came, her knees almost gave way, and I had to wrap my arm around her waist to hold her while I finished.
The now-familiar sensation of Azrael’s leveling up took hold, and I felt its warmth hit me at the same time as it hit Ami. Knowing this was a terrible place to collapse, I held onto her waist as we both yelled with the sensation.
As was to be expected, Ami began to convulse slightly. So as I recovered from my climax, I held onto her so she didn’t fall on the floor. But Julie’s eyes had gone wide at seeing her friend in distress, and she moved in, trying to take Ami away from me.
I didn’t want Ami to get hurt, so I didn’t let go of her. When Julie stepped in closer, Ami’s forehead caught her friend in the face. Julie reeled back against the wall with a curse.
“Fuck!” I said. “Are you okay?”
But something had fallen out of Julie’s clothing—I wasn’t sure from where—and it drew my attention. I could just make it out in the dim light of the hallway.
It was a police badge.
Chapter 41
I glared at Julie, who suddenly looked terrified.
“What the fuck?” I said, still holding Ami, who was quickly calming down. I set her down against the wall and stalked toward Julie, who turned and looked like she was about to bolt out of there. Grabbing her arm, I slammed her against the wall and held my other hand to her throat. “You’re a fucking cop?” I asked, enraged. I used my body to hold her to the wall so she couldn’t kick me in the balls, which she looked about ready to do.
“Please,” Julie said, her hands going to mine around her throat. “Let me explain.”
I was so angry that I was about to murder her right there. A fucking cop. Undercover, no doubt, trying to entrap Ascenders. Trying to stop them from bettering themselves, from improving their lives. All I had to do was squeeze, and she would be gone. But I didn’t. I was almost too angry to even do anything at all.
“Please,” Julie gasped. “I’m an Ascender first. Simon!” She seemed to desperately search for something to stay my hand. “Simon Kingman!”
I let up on her throat just a little. I was certain Sandy hadn’t told her my full name.
Julie took a large gulp of air. “Remember me? I’m the cop who was at your apartment right before it was destroyed. I’ve been trying to find you. Don’t look at me like that! I’m an Ascender, too, have been for a long time. I’ve been throwing the police off your trail.”
“How do I know that you’re not wearing a wire?” I asked.
“I will strip for you right now if that’s what it takes,” she said. “Please, Simon. Is Ami going to be okay? She’s my best friend. Why would I involve her in such a dangerous operation if I wanted to hurt you?”
I glanced down at Ami, who was leaning against the wall and looking at me with incredulous
eyes. “It’s true!” she said to Julie, apparently referring to Azrael, who she could now see. “Julie, it’s all true! I can see his demon!”
Then Ami stood to her feet, albeit a bit shakily, and put a placating hand on my arm. “Simon, Julie’s not a cop. Well, she is a cop, but we’re here as Ascenders. I swear it.”
Julie nodded. I peered closely at her, and now, even in the dim light, if I tried, I could see the face of the cop who had questioned me at my doorway. The one I had flirted with. Of all the luck…
But it was luck, wasn’t it? This might have turned out to be a good thing, after all.
“Why did you bring your badge?” I asked.
“For protection,” Julie said without batting an eye. “If there’s trouble, if we got caught, I could pretend I was going to turn you in.”
I glared at her once more, but my anger was cooling. “And would you have?”
“I thought about it, I admit it,” she said. “But Ascenders need to help each other out. And Simon, I can bring you information.”
“Why?” I growled.
Julie frowned. “Because I’m tired of being treated like shit in the ranks of the police department. Tired of working my ass off and never getting anywhere, because those with a higher status get the promotions and the medals. It doesn’t matter how hard I work, I’m hindered by my status. And I’m ready to try something different. That day, after we found out that there’d been a literal bloodbath in your apartment moments after my partner and I had left, I was put on desk duty. He wasn’t, but I was, because I have a lower status. And then, they said they found all that Ascender stuff in your apartment. Ever since then, I’ve been looking for you and trying to cover up your movements to the police, because you’re my kind of people, Simon. I just can’t believe… I can’t believe I found you tonight. What are the odds?”