by C. S Luis
She pulled the boxers from my waist, folding everything on the chair near the back table. The bottle of wine was already open so she simply poured it into a glass for me. There were two glasses, but she poured only one and came over to me with it, handing me the glass.
“Pour yourself a glass,” I ordered her. She did as I requested.
She knew what I liked. I guess they all did. Naked, I got onto the bed; she helped me relax with a body message, and I liked that. I took tiny sips from my glass while her hands worked their magic in all the right places.
She was nude, rubbing her breasts on my back. The glass of wine was close on the side table so I could easily reach it.
“Work it, baby.” I'd say. She was never disappointed, and I was a generous tipper. Her hands ran down my buttocks and then down my leg, the oil on her fingers was warm and slippery. I drank deeply and thought of the night, of what I had done, of the hunt and the blood and the final end to all. I had killed many, captured even more. They all had a price, and it made me a wealthy man. And now the offer was up to three million.
I couldn’t possibly pass it up. I was excited about the job and curious of what it entailed. I’d be lying if I denied I wasn’t eager to see the files Nicholson would soon be sending me regarding my assignment. Just what was it, and just what did he mean by easy? How easy?
For a reason, I didn’t believe it when he said it was going to be easy, not that I didn’t trust my boss, but he had ways of surprising me. He knew me far better than I wanted to admit, and a part of me hated that.
But right now, I exhaled at my choice of lady, her touch, and the feel of her soft breasts upon my backside as she straddled me and began to rub my shoulders, coming down against me. She smelled so good, and I could feel her spread pussy against the back of me. God, she was turning me on. I was already hard enjoying the feel of her hands and her body as it swayed my skin. I drank, and the wine was warm in my throat, rich and bitter with a hint of vanilla.
“Drink your wine,” I said. She climbed off of me and reached for her glass; as she did, I sat up to watch her lips taste the rich, warm liquid. Then I rose and put on the robe that barely concealed my nude body and settled upon the only soft recliner in the room.
She turned as I was now sitting, watching her drain the glass, and then she put it down and came forward as I motioned her to me. Her lovely firm naked figure was so beautiful and perfect; the locks of her brown hair flowed upon her movements.
“Dance for me,” I said to her very softly, and she did as I asked, her brown locks falling about her naked body. She had what I liked in a woman, but she was slightly taller than my usual taste. And it was a little disappointing that I am still yet to find my perfect woman, my girl.
And just what would I do when I did find her? Besides fuck her hard, besides possess her and make her mine. Would I abandon my life, my routine, and my status as a hunter in the business that had made me wealthy and a trained killer? It was a business that made me the best; the question was, would they let me go?
But really, would I ever leave?
Although there was no doubt she would be with me. I wanted that nameless face, that goddess, my girl. And even if I never stopped what I did, I would have her. I vowed that much.
I watched her dance naked in front of me, watching her hair touch her bronzed, slender backside as she moved in front of me. God, she was beautiful, a whore nevertheless, one that would satisfy John Slater for the evening. I could settle for that just for today.
Still hard, I motioned her to me, raising a finger and directing her over; she did so very slowly and stood in front of me. I wanted her! I ordered her to kneel, merely motioning to her knees before me. She smiled, already aware of what I wanted. Slater loved women, but he loved getting a blowjob just as much. He also loved eating pussy but never with a whore. There were boundaries he wasn’t willing to cross, and that was one of them.
My cock now faced her, and she slowly wrapped her hands on my shaft; her touch alone sent me squirming.
“Yes!” I hissed. “Suck it, baby. Suck me!” I groaned, and just as those words left my lips, I felt her mouth upon my shaft and then her tongue as she licked me from the base to the top. Then she swallowed me, and I felt my cock in her throat that was fucking me. Her head bobbed up and down. She pulled me out and lubricated me with her tongue and my own nectar. Then, again, she swallowed me; the nectar continued to flow from me, but I wasn’t done. Oh no, I was just getting started. She repeated the same, licking my cock as if it were a tasty popsicle.
“Yeah!” I gasped as she sucked my balls; thankful she hadn’t forgotten that part of me.
My cock disappeared into her mouth again, and I grabbed her head as it moved up and down my shaft. I bit my lower lip, holding back the desire to ram it into her mouth. I was exploding inside of her and holding back nothing, but I still wasn’t done. She came up, wiping at the side of her mouth; I rose immediately and grabbed her quickly like I had done so many times to those that I hunted, with quick hands and eager urgency. She was startled but soon eased as I touched her face, softly stroking her cheek.
“Don’t be afraid,” I whispered, grinning as the arousal absorbed my body. At once, I pushed her against the wall, pinning her with my cock and pushing myself into her. She exhaled with delight as she felt me fully inside of her, now moving quickly and violently. I like it hard, very hard, and I pounded aggressively into her; her mouth had awakened the hard lover in me.
She moaned, but women didn’t just moan over aggressive pounding. That alone didn’t make them come. That alone didn’t please them. Perhaps it pleased me to slam my cock into her, to feel her squirm, scream, breathe hard, and moan, but it wasn’t enough for her. And I knew when a woman made sounds simply to please me. I usually didn’t like pleasing whores, but I did like pleasing all women; I had a reputation of such. Whore or not, she was a woman, and I wanted her to feel John Slater and remember him. And right now, she was acting as if she was pleased.
I wanted her to come, to come for me because it’s what turned me on; nothing turned me on more than to hear a woman come, to feel the nectar drain from her lower fiery little mouth and soak my cock. I always felt victorious after.
I pulled out of her and reached down instead and inserted a long finger inside of her. She froze at my touch; perhaps she hadn’t expected it. Perhaps she expected another simple fuck, another fuck that would resolve in the man getting pleased and not her. But when I reached down and stroked her little secret place, she realized it wasn’t just another fuck. John Slater wanted her to come. John Slater wanted her to come for him!
I crooked up my finger in a come-hither motion; sliding my fingertip along her lips, I began to stroke her softly and gently. She squirmed at my touch but pushed my hand further into her. So, she liked it rough. I pushed in hard until her breath said faster, and I moved faster. She was giving me orders now. I laughed as she gasped and squealed with delight. I had found the spot that made her squirm. I fell against her, burying my face into her neck. God, she smelled good.
“Come for me baby,” I hissed.
She gasped, exhaled deeply, cried, and squirmed as my fingers worked their magic in her. I had made it a goal to learn to please a woman; I loved them as much as I loved the hunt. I had given my study of women’s anatomy my full attention. When I wasn’t out there hunting, I was fucking, improving my technique of pleasing the opposite sex. I didn’t assume to know everything. I just did.
Then, like a fire, one more thrust of my hand and fingers slipping into her had her pushing so hard upon my hand, and she came. It was like a release that had longed to escape her; it washed down my hand, and that was my cue. I slipped into her, pushing my cock deep inside, lifting her slightly in my longing. Pelvis against pelvis, she was still breathing hard; she was delirious as I now slammed into her.
She quivered, sang with delight until the release had me as well, and I held her tightly against me, feeling the softness of her hair touch my
face. She was my perfect woman for the hours I had paid. Until that time ended, I was hers and she was mine.
I had her a few more times after, delighted her, and made her scream and beg for me until she was quivering beneath me.
“Oh my god, that was amazing.” Her lips quivered, and she collapsed on the bed as I dropped beside her; she curled up beside me, her wet pussy rubbing against the side of my leg. The smell of sex penetrated the air in the room. She was in love. I could feel it. She wrapped her arms around me and held me; her lips found a spot on my neck, and I felt her take me in.
“Do you have a woman?” She asked.
I didn’t answer. It was evident she wanted to be that person, and that meant it was time to go.
“Go to sleep,” I ordered her, and she relaxed beside me in silence, perhaps realizing she had misspoken.
After she was asleep, I watched her from the bathroom mirror as I climbed into the shower and cleaned up. When I was finished, I shaved and brushed my teeth, and after brushing back my honey brown hair, I put my dark blue suit and tie back on.
My dark-haired beauty rose from the bed and came to me; she came close and kissed me. I felt her naked body, grabbing tightly at her buttocks.
“Stay,” she hissed. I smiled, taking her face into my hands.
“Our time is up,” I plainly said and moved towards the door; she held onto my hand as I pulled away and exited the room.
I knew she would be pleased with the money I left on the table for her. That was the only thing I could do. Our time was up until the next time, that’s if she was the lucky one. If the next time there wasn’t a more appealing face sitting on that buffet of beautiful women staring back at John Slater, one perhaps that was the exact girl I wanted, the one that had everything I wanted in a woman.
* * *
I left satisfied and fulfilled for the mere moment, but it never lasted. I had a high sex drive. Some would describe it as the sex drive of a teenage boy. It had always been that way and I didn’t pretend to understand it, but it was like being constantly hungry. I was always on the hunt for the next delicious dish, no matter where I was.
I couldn’t help myself. It was my weakness. And that’s where my obsession had started, and only finding the right girl, the dream girl would satisfy those urges. Nicholson liked to think there wasn’t one. He laughed at the thought and always knew what I was up to when I finished a job, my date as he described it. I wasn’t embarrassed even though he described it as my only, and most dangerous, weakness. But it didn’t have to be, of course. It wasn’t dangerous yet. I was in control.
* * *
I was instructed to proceed to Houston, Texas. The two-and-a-half-hour flight from Chicago had brought me back to the hot state. I hated the hot climate. It was a short flight and one I would rather not repeat. I hadn’t taken first class; you never did that in my line of work. You had to be ready for anything; sure, they sat me beside an old woman who wouldn’t stop talking about her visit with her grandchildren, but it was better than having the Oddities slice your head open with a welcome from behind.
I knew better, and Jackson hadn’t; he had been a rookie, but even a rookie couldn’t be that stupid. Everyone was a potential target. They were everywhere, but one was always prepared. We all had preparation to go by, devices to warn us. Failure to use them was a human mistake that would cost your life. The Alien Detection Agency or ADA for short, had mind manipulators, devices to read thoughts, and other instruments that could read body heat and unnatural changes in the body temperature and manipulation, so there were no excuses for not using these devices in the first place.
Sometimes, I wore glasses in the dark. I wore them on the plane and told the old woman I had just gotten my eyes checked and needed to see. She checked out. The gifted or oddities knew us, even though some didn’t even have the slightest idea we existed; others had always known. And on good days, they sometimes ran.
I liked the ones that did that; those were the challenging ones. Those were the ones that made life worth living, the ones that made fucking even better when I finally did pick my girl after the hunt was over.
The plane landed without a hitch and I bid the old lady good day. She said she hoped my eyes were better; which of course, they were. I walked to the airport parking lot and waiting there was my baby. My baby was a blue 1967 Shelby Mustang that had been set up by The Company. It was awaiting me like a horny woman ready for some action. Everything was about sex for John Slater. I couldn’t help myself. I loved the car and had always preferred it to any other. It was simple, a classic, and my baby. And as Nicholson had said, not too flashy and it would do for the title I was to take this time.
I had no bags, there was no need for them. It was a long drive from the airport to the main location where I took refuge in a rental, a house at the upper side of the Heights, a quiet neighborhood filled with lawyers and doctors. A nice area with culture where the houses were valued in the hundred thousands and up, not that I was planning on buying; I never had any intentions of staying.
LA was my home. I had a nice view of the ocean, a walk to the beach from where I stayed, and a private area away from the beach goers. Loneliness was both my ally and my enemy.
The two-story house in LA had two bedrooms and two bathrooms with a fireplace and a full kitchen. It was located on a private beach in West Malibu with a beautiful ocean front deck and other amenities. The house was located on the end of a private road away from the noise, yet with public access to shopping areas and restaurants half a mile away. It wasn’t cheap, but it was worth every penny.
* * *
The job was in Houston. Nicholson had secured a two-story old Victorian house valued at half a million dollars, a safe house often used by the other ADA agents when on assignment. I would report there, retrieve my assignment, and settle to the assigned location given. I had yet to receive the assignment, so the details were vague if not non-existent. Nicholson loved the joy of control over the assignments he made. He wanted to torture me with the wait.
The light turned red as I came to a stop and somehow, she caught my eyes. She was a nameless but stunning face sitting in a black convertible BMW. She was beautiful and had long dark hair, but she wasn't Latin, my favorite flavor. But for now, it didn't matter; I wanted her when I saw her. Perhaps it was the dark hair that attracted me, her smile or her glow, but there was also something else.
I stared deeply at her, unable to look away. I wanted her so badly, and when the cars behind me started honking, I wanted to get out and break some bones. I motioned to her. She smiled and giggled as I winked and dropped my foot on the gas, darting forward so the fucking asshole behind me could get to where he was going. To my delight, her car sped behind mine. I found a nearby gas station and pulled in, and her car came to a stop just beside me.
Now, we were standing facing each other; she was gorgeous, a little taller than my usual due to her heels, but I wasn’t complaining. And it looked like she wanted me too. She was wearing a red dress, possibly heading to a party.
“You look lost,” she said, smiling and leaning on her car as I stood before her, dressed in that blue striped suit like The Man in Blue.
“As a matter of fact,” I said, the half-smile appearing on my face. “I just got into town. So yes, I’m a little lost.”
“Ah, I see. Well, I could show you around. But I’m actually heading to a wedding. Maybe you’d like to join me? And then maybe after, we could…” She trailed off, grinning. The smile on her face was a clear indication that she wanted to fuck me. I could always read the signals.
I was just about to close the deal when my phone started ringing, but the grin didn’t leave my lips, even after I lifted the phone from my coat pocket and put it to my ear. I motioned with a single finger to my beauty to wait a moment while I answered this interruption.
“I thought you only liked them if they were Spanish.”
I knew the voice, and the smile on my face became a firm line as I stepped
away to the other end of my car.
“I like all kinds of women, but yes, Spanish ones are my preference,” I said, slightly disgusted; the girl was waiting, and I was eager to get her in bed with me. But it seemed it might have to wait.
“Stop wasting time. I just sent you the files. Read them and study them. I will be in contact. Lose the girl now.”
With that, I turned into a real jerk, and without another word, I jumped into my baby blue Shelby Mustang and peeled out of the gas station, leaving my potential fuck just as confused.
I hated it, but I knew I would get another chance eventually.
3
Claudia Belle
The funeral had come on a weekend, and it was held at a church in the Museum District. He was buried on a bright and sunny Saturday in the last week of August. Why did it have to be so beautiful when it was such a sad day?
Everyone was there: faculty, teachers, friends, students, and a lot of people I didn’t know. Then, Mr. McClellan took the podium. I watched him from my place between Mr. Vasquez and Mr. Claypool. He cleared his throat; it was already difficult for him, and he hadn’t even opened his mouth yet. The paper he was holding in his hands was shaking. He looked down, and for a moment, there was silence as he looked at the large crowded church and the many faces staring back at him at the podium. He then looked over at me and smiled before he opened his mouth to speak. I hoped that my presence gave him the strength to begin.
“What can I say about Neil that hasn’t already been said?” Michael began with a shaking voice. He stopped and took a deep breath.