Missy Goes to West Point

by P. G. Allison

  Suddenly, she was so wet and ready. “Hurry, Mike! I want you now. Please … ohhh …OOHHHH …” Mike had moved into position, just as she was spreading her knees wide apart, and he easily entered her and smoothly penetrated deep inside. She wrapped her legs around his rear and began thrusting, eagerly seeking more sensations. Feeling the pressure and fullness of him hard inside her was wonderful but her body was on fire. Mike responded by moving side to side, rather than in and out.

  Wow! How he knew that was just what her body wanted, she didn’t bother thinking about. Instead, she ground herself against his hardness and began bucking wildly as an “almost” convulsion somehow happened. She was “almost” able to experience her orgasm which only drove her to thrash and squirm under Mike, seeking to bring herself over the edge. Mike responded by taking control, forcing her body to follow his lead, and soon they were moving in a mutual rhythm that caused her to climb even higher. The climb, however, was one of certainty with the ultimate release no longer in doubt.

  Then, finally, she felt the explosive convulsions begin and wave after wave of pleasure consumed her. She began shrieking and yelling, screaming for more and more and more. Mike soon went over the edge and she felt his body convulse and his seed being spurted inside her; this only added to her pleasure and brought her to even greater heights. Missy’s enhanced senses were especially sensitive, causing several involuntary contractions and spasms for each of her convulsions. Whether she was having one long, continuous orgasm or several multiple orgasms, one after the other, she didn’t know and it hardly mattered.

  Mike stopped moving and Missy finally felt her body relax and subside, her release total and complete. This time, there weren’t even any of those aftershocks she usually found so delicious. No, this time she was totally spent and satiated and felt absolutely wonderful. She squeezed Mike and began slowly returning back to earth. She could hear herself making unintelligible noises and her face was wet with tears. That had sure been great!

  And, to her great delight, she suddenly realized Mike was asleep. This time, he’d passed out first. He was still semi-erect inside her but his huge body was lying on top of her, limp and spent, and he was definitely sound asleep. She inhaled deeply, enjoying the strong scent of all their sex and lovemaking and slowly slid herself out from under Mike. Then, she wrapped him around her so he was hugging her back and rear and their limbs were entwined together. She pulled one of his hands to her chest and he cupped her breast in his sleep. Less than a minute later, she also was sound asleep.

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  The bachelorette party Sunday night was several hours away yet and Missy was indeed looking forward to that. But, once again, she was walking into her favorite coffee shop, meeting Robert Ulrey. He’d called asking for this meeting and she was actually happy to see him.

  Today, of course, she was pretty happy about everything. She’d awakened with Mike still there, cuddled closely against her sensitive body. Her super sensitive body, filled with an amazing amount of energy. She’d inhaled deeply and began getting aroused right away. It hadn’t taken her long to realize how wet, slick and slippery she was feeling inside her thighs, with her insatiable libido once again taking advantage of things with Mike right there.

  Before Mike had fully awakened, she’d already been astride him. She’d grabbed what he’d later explained had merely been his “piss hard-on” and had climbed right on, mounting him. She leisurely had continued to ride, feeling quite satisfied with herself as he grew firmer and harder inside her, gradually joining in the fun. His hands had reached up and grabbed her breasts, which had spurred her movements more towards the fast, furious and frantic side of things and it didn’t take long before they both were engulfed yet again in blissful climaxes, first his and then hers. When he’d then rushed into the bathroom to relieve his bladder, joking how she’d taken unfair advantage of him, she’d giggled with delight and been very pleased with herself.

  For Robert, she’d dressed in a nice pair of slacks with a bright yellow sweater. Not having to wear her cadet uniforms was especially fun and she enjoyed being out and about in normal clothes. Her shortened hair was up in a high pony tail. She was wearing her favorite earrings and had applied just a touch of makeup and lipstick. She knew she was looking pretty good, which was confirmed when she entered the coffee shop and every eye in the place looked her way. She found Robert in a booth in the back and gave him one of her dazzling smiles.

  Robert said, “Wow, you really know how to amp up the excitement in this place.” He laughed and said, “Of course, you’re radiating that glow you seem to exude now whenever you’ve been with Mike. Do I dare ask how military life is treating you?”

  Missy laughed and said, “Life is good. And, yes, Mike is great. You know I’m not at all bashful about that. He’s the source for all this energy I have.” She sent him an energy pulse and was delighted at his reaction.

  Robert said, “You know, I’ve been researching our archives … not many of you supernatural types are capable of pushing out energy the way you do. Have you figured out yet why you can do that?” He was really pleased to see how happy she looked.

  “Well, my guess is that all those others your research has turned up are probably witches, right?” Missy sighed. “When were you planning to tell me there was a witch in my class, Robert? Surely you guys know about Tracy McGonagle. Did you think we wouldn’t notice one another?”

  Robert laughed. “Actually, we weren’t sure. We figured she’d notice you … we really had no way of predicting how things would go after that. She, of course, knows nothing about us stodgy folks in “P” Branch. You haven’t been telling her any tales, have you?”

  “Of course not. You know me better than that. I’m really good at keeping secrets, remember?” Missy laughed. “Tracy is my best friend at the academy. We actually were paired together during Beast Training. I know you guys didn’t arrange that. We both figure it’s those Fates, having fun. Fortunately, we really like each other. And, she’s pretty much convinced me. I’m also a witch. That’s why I can heal myself and heal others and push out these energy pulses.”

  Robert smiled. “I didn’t want to say anything but that’s pretty much what Drew and most of the experienced guys on his team have been telling me. Werecats can Shift form but it takes a witch to do those other things you do.”

  “Interesting. Not that I’m about to join any covens but it does help me better understand what I am. I think.” Missy giggled. “Now that I know I probably am one, I have a whole new world of supernatural activity to learn about. Being a supnat is not all fun and games … lots of work, work, work involved too!”

  “Well, as much fun as all this supnat stuff might be to talk about, I do have a couple of reasons why I asked to meet with you today. For one, Ramon is dead. He was stabbed to death in prison by one of the lifer inmates. We’re pretty sure Frank was behind that, but no one can prove it.”

  “Wow! Does that mean all those murder charges against Frank will get dropped?” Missy asked.

  “Yes, without Ramon’s testimony, getting any conviction would be difficult,” said Robert. “What’s interesting is the complete turnaround this has caused for Marco. He’s now fully on board with staying in witness protection and is quite happy to talk about everything. Unfortunately, we probably will never let him testify so all his information is just that: information. No one is being charged with anything.”

  “Interesting, indeed! I suppose he figured if Frank could get to Ramon, his chances back on the outside were not looking so good, huh? At least you’re able to confirm a lot of things as fact, even if you can’t act on that unless you can find other sources.”

  Robert nodded and said, “Yes on both counts. He figured Frank would get him and we’re glad to know a lot more about things. Knowing those things might help us find those other sources. By the way … Marco thinks Frank might actually have had Ramon killed for ignoring his edict about leaving you alone and encouraging Marco to go after y
ou. Not that it really matters but that thought was what tipped the scales for Marco. No way was he interested in finding out the hard way. Frank knows a lot of people and obviously can still influence things.”

  Missy asked, “Does that make it easier for you “P” Branch guys? Holding him? I realize your holding him was only to support me and when he was not cooperating, I know that had you all rethinking your policies. Maybe regretting you didn’t just stay with your non interference policy unless absolutely necessary due to dire, drastic situations. And, I don’t flatter myself that my situation was dire or drastic. I mean, obviously, it was for me. But, not for you guys. I bet you could easily have found a way to cover up something simple like a little massacre in that parking garage.” Both Missy and Robert broke out laughing at that.

  “Regrets? What’s done is done and I’m not going there, Missy. Nope, not at all.” Robert shook his head side to side. “To answer your first question, though, it indeed is much better that Marco is fully cooperating. He’s quite happy to sign paperwork for us, saying his long incarceration for all these months has been voluntary. But, while that solves one ethical dilemma for us, we now have another.”

  Missy raised one eyebrow and studied Robert. “Oh?”

  Robert said, “Yeah. We learned a few things using that surveillance system you had us take over for you. Ironically, it was the phrase “witch bitch” that you programmed the software to key on that led to this. While we don’t want to interfere, Drew insists you have a right to know about these things. You’d have learned them if we hadn’t taken this over and we realize we can’t withhold things from you without compromising this whole arrangement.”

  Missy nodded her head. “True, I’m glad you guys understand that. We didn’t actually talk about it but, Drew is correct. If we had discussed this, he knows exactly where I’d have stood on the issue. I’m actually wondering about him. He knows so much about me and I haven’t even met him yet.”

  Robert smiled and said, “Oh, I’m pretty sure the two of you will meet someday. Probably when those Fates you mention think that might be fun. Meanwhile, Les and Marsha have learned about this one scheme you probably wouldn’t ignore. And, I agree with them. We all know you pretty well, too, you know.” He laughed.

  “Well, this must be interesting. I have willingly ignored all the murders, gambling, prostitution, loan sharking, extortion and various other day to day activities for Sal’s organization. Interfering with any of that would be like trying to boil the ocean.” Missy stared at Robert. “What’s he doing now? Hurting innocent kids?”

  “Well, not exactly. Not kids and I don’t know how innocent they are. But, a couple of times each year he rounds up several young girls and then, after making sure no one will be looking very hard to find them, he ships them over to Brunei. There are several very rich clients over there that will pay big bucks for these girls.”

  Missy thought about this for a moment. “Brunei? I’ve never even heard of that place. And, are you saying these girls will maybe become sex slaves or something?”

  “Brunei is one of those oil rich Muslim nations. It’s a small country located on the northern part of Borneo, an island in Southeast Asia. They have a Sultan who runs the country. And, these girls would end up in some billionaire’s harem. Since that’s maybe only part forcing them and part luring them with riches and a life of luxury, the sex slave part isn’t exactly clear. But, yeah … we all figured you’d be a little concerned and unhappy about that.”

  “And the girls? What can you tell me about them?” Missy was indeed concerned and unhappy.

  “Young. Pretty. Natural blonds are very much in demand. Then, maybe redheads. That’s why Billy and Donny keep talking about you, their redheaded witch bitch. It’s only wishful thinking about you, of course, but they have been helping with this scheme and there are probably going to be a dozen or so girls in the next shipment. Mostly runaways. Fifteen, sixteen years old.”

  “Ugh. I can definitely relate.” Missy thought back to those two years when she was all alone. “Once they get way over there, there’s not much chance for their coming back is there? Who are they gonna call?”

  Robert said, “Exactly. They enter the country with false ID’s and passports and no money or resources of any kind. By the time they might ever manage getting money of their own, they will have lived in a harem for months. Maybe years. And, trying to escape only exposes them to things probably much worse than being in the harem, which I’m sure is clearly pointed out to them.”

  Missy took a minute to process all of this. “If I’m okay with ignoring this, what happens? You have made a career in the FBI trying to solve and prevent kidnappings, right?”

  Robert nodded. He knew she’d understand how he felt. “If you say to ignore it, then “P” Branch will ignore it. Their non interference policy. And, I’ll ignore it also. Even though it kills me … there are many open cases in my files which might very well be for girls this has happened to.”

  “And, if I say not to ignore it? What then?” Missy was now curious. After all, the government didn’t work for her.

  “Missy, we won’t act on this information. But, if you take action, we’ll support you. Just as we supported you when Marco and his guys went after you in that parking garage.” Robert realized this was putting the whole moral dilemma squarely on her shoulders. The subject had been discussed at great length by everyone at “P” Branch.

  “Okay, okay. I get it.” Missy was not happy but this was probably the way it had to be. The government couldn’t suddenly go charging in and make any arrests. The surveillance they were doing for her was not even legal. They’d merely agreed to help her and support her because it was keeping her safe. And, only because she was a supnat. A supnat they’d already accepted some responsibility for helping. “You guys will clean up after me but I need to handle it. Or, ignore it.”

  “About all I can offer you is more information. It’s probably what you’d be doing if you didn’t want to ignore it and you were still doing the surveillance yourself. Get more information, right?” Robert paused for just a moment. “We still don’t want you out there being a vigilante. You do understand that, right? You can’t save the whole world, Missy. And, running wild out there won’t really help much. Rescuing Alice the way you did was one thing. We really don’t need to have this conversation, do we?”

  Missy sighed. No, they didn’t need to discuss it. She’d been lucky the government had been willing to ignore what she’d done, killing Luis and Jose. And, arranging for Tony’s death. A year ago, she’d been afraid the government might lock her up in some lab. Hell, they still might. She looked at Robert. “Okay. Keep feeding me with information. Just as though I were the one doing the surveillance. I’d probably tweak the software to key on a few additional words and phrases, right? I’m sure Les and Marsha will know what to do.”

  Robert nodded. It’s what they’d anticipated from her, after all. Missy had demonstrated her willingness to merely sit and wait. Several times. That, and her ability to stalk her prey. She was a predator who only took direct action when forced to do so and no other options were available. She’d handled that parking garage attack pretty well. Maybe she’d find a way to handle this. “Good luck at West Point, Missy. We’ll send you emails about this Brunei harem girl thing. I’m guessing you’ll let us know how we can help you, when the time comes.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Sep 2018

  Missy had been back at West Point for three weeks and was now totally focused on her life at the academy. Her family and friends were not forgotten but her thoughts about them were in a different compartment of her mind. She’d thoroughly enjoyed her weekend home, Alice’s bridal shower and bachelorette party and of course her time with Mike. But she was dedicated to being the best possible cadet and to all her activities at the academy. She also was helping many of her classmates.

  She was keeping her weight at 140 pounds and her body fat at twelve percent, which actua
lly made her clothes fit more snuggly in a few places then when she had weighed 150 pounds. Since those places were her curvy hips, ass and breasts and only made her appearance sexier than before, she really wasn’t concerned. She was at an optimal level of fitness for her athletic activities, which was all she cared about.

  She had helped her soccer team a lot and they’d only lost one game so far. Her coach, Kristen, was excited about this year since they were clearly headed for one of their better seasons. Kristen was not only pleased with how well Missy played, scoring goals and making assists, but with how much Missy was helping her teammates. Somehow, each of them was playing much better also and Kristen realized those improvements were definitely because of Missy.

  It had taken Kristen almost three weeks to see it, but once she finally sensed it was because of Missy, she was able to notice all the little things going on after that. She realized that many of those assists that Missy had made were incredible. The girl who actually scored the goal had gotten all the attention but, as Kristen reviewed the game video tapes, she began to realize just how amazing Missy’s play really had been. Even more, Missy’s attitude and leadership was affecting the others. They all grew more confident and began playing as a team rather than as individuals.

  Missy never wanted any credit but was always encouraging the other girls, pointing out what they’d done right and quietly helping them see where they could improve without making them feel bad about any of their shortcomings. She also had a knack for keeping it fun, inspiring them to work harder and never get discouraged. Missy really tuned into each of the other players and, whatever problems they were having, on or off the playing field, Missy was offering her help.

  Missy was very quick to get right into anyone’s face if they bullied or belittled others. Kristen had seen a couple of instances where things had gotten quite scary. Missy was so physical that everyone else would always back down, even those who hadn’t heard of how badass a martial arts fighter she truly was. When Missy’s eyes blazed with anger there was never any doubt who would win any argument. No one messed with either Missy or with anyone else that Missy wanted left alone.