Mercury Going Down

by Brambach, C. S.

  “It is hard to believe such a sniveling suck up like Pete could kill people, but he does have the most to gain by Jim’s death, if Ashley moves up to take Jim’s job, Pete is in line for her slot. Which means...”

  “More money, more status, more power.” I nodded.

  “More control in the hierarchy of the city.”

  “Exactly.” I replied. The Chief sat back and stared up into the rafters deep in thought.

  The minutes ticked by. A whole half hour ticked by before he finally slapped his hands on his knees and slowly stood.

  “Looks like we need to start digging up more dirt, study the monitor vids, hit the data banks and take a long hard look at Pete Simms.” I gave him the thumbs up. Then it hit me.

  “Hey, has any one notified Ashley Thomas yet?” He seemed taken aback.

  “No.” He turned to watch the morgue stretcher finally wheeling Jim’s corpse out towards the airlock. He looked down at me in askance.

  “Could I tell her, we’re good friends, she might not take it so hard if I told her.”

  “Sure, one less duty I have to attend to. Appreciate it.”

  “Well, I appreciate the whisky.”

  “Don’t mention it.”

  “All right, I won’t.” He smiled. Finally.

  As soon as he had left I called Dr. Barber.

  “Hey Doc?” She laughed a breathless laugh.

  “Oui, mon cher?” Oh, that bit of French was such a turn on I almost lost track of my thoughts and did a double take.

  “Uh, yeah, uh, look Doc I need a favor, umm, seems there’s been a death and I have to, well, I want to break it to the victims girlfriend, uh, well, his ex girlfriend, who happens to be a good friend of mine. It’s not that I was trapped or suckered into it, I kinda volunteered. But the truth is I’m kinda outta my depth here, or I will be there, with the situation that is and I was wondering, if you weren’t busy, if you could be there to lend emotional support?” Keeping my fingers crossed. Big time.

  “For you, or for your friend?”

  “Uh, both?” If a question is answered with a question, answer with another question.

  Keep ‘em guessing is one of my motto’s. Return annoyingness with annoyingness. Tit for tat. She laughed that sexy laugh again.

  “Oui, I can be there, when and where would you like me to be?”

  “For the record I like your being period. Anywhere. However, for this instance if you could meet me at Ashley Thomas’s office in Supply in half an hour, that would be excellent.”

  “I will be there. Oh, and Drew?”

  “Yeah, Doc?” Hesitant.

  “You may call my Lynette.” Intimacy piled on intimacy. Oh, yeah.

  “Cool. See you in half an hour Lynette.”

  Lynette was waiting at the entrance of the Supply Department when Jazz and I arrived.

  “Waiting long?” After the perfunctory cheek kissing was over.

  “No, I just got here less than a minute ago.” I took her right hand.

  “Look, I so appreciate this, she just broke up with Jim a couple, few days ago, but I don’t know how she’s going to take it. They were together like six years.” She nodded.

  “No problem. Grief counseling is a required course for every good psychotherapist.”

  “Great. I don’t like beating around the bush. So after I introduce you I’ll just sit her down and tell her. And be ready for the chips to fall where they will.” Lynette looked me in the eyes.

  “You are quite a man. The way you care for your friends.” I shrugged.

  “Well, I’ve always believed that your friends are special. Your family, well you have to love them, but you choose your friends and your friends choose you.” She smiled

  “A high degree of loyalty was indicated in your psych profile.” I gestured towards the cubicles.

  “I’m more loyal than a dog. Shall we do it?” She shrugged and moved forward. I noticed that her hair was a bright shade of auburn. I liked it.

  “Hey, your hair looks awesome.” I could hear dimples. She shook her head in such a way as to make her hair sway in waves.

  “Merci.”

  As we reached Ashley’s cubicle we found it empty, but a passing Bot told us she was in Jim’s office.

  We found the door open and Ashley inside working the computer console at Jim’s desk.

  She came around the desk to hug me. I introduced her to the Doctor.

  “Ashley, this is Doctor Lynette Barber, Head of Psychiatry here at Doheny, and you remember Jazz of course.” She smiled and shook the Doctor’s hand.

  “Of course. Nice to meet you. Please, sit down.” We sat with the Doc to my right and Jazz standing behind me in her standard defensive position. I motioned for her to shut the door, which she did. Ashley gave the Doc the eye. I had forgotten to warn the Doc that Ashley dug chicks.

  “This is a pleasant surprise. What brings you to Supply, again?” She smiled a warm smile. I waved around at the office.

  “This space suits you. Which brings me to the reason we’re hear. I have some good news and some bad news. The good news is, this is probably going to be your office because the bad news is, hell, I’m just going to say it. Jim is dead.” I didn’t have to wait long for a reaction. Her eye’s went wide and her fingers, which had been tapping at the console while we talked, stopped. She slapped her knee with a hand and guffawed.

  “You are such a fuckin’ comedian.” Then she sobered up as she saw the looks on Jazz’s, the Doctor’s and my faces. That hand flew up to her mouth.

  “No. No. NO!” She didn’t want to believe it.

  “Look, we can call Chief Fonagy to confirm it if you want.” She shook her head. She looked down at her lap, the tears starting to well.

  “Oh, God, how? Where?” I shrugged.

  “They found his body this morning in a mulch pile at the fringe of the new park in the farm district. How? We don’t know that. Yet.”

  “I need to use the lady’s room.”

  “Sure. Jazz, go with her will you?” Jazz nodded her acquiescence.

  As soon as they had left I looked to the Doc.

  “She seemed to take it well.”

  “As well as can be expected. Someone should stay with her though.”

  “Well, I’ve a date with the Misses and Susan this afternoon, part of my investigation into the attempt on my life...” She smiled and shook her head making her hair wave.

  “I will stay with her, I would be proud to help your friend.” Dimples.

  “Just so you are fore warned, she digs chicks.” She waved a hand in dismissal.

  “No worries. I majored in sexual therapy.” Figured. Women were always more vulnerable after a good cry. They could usually handle a hot passionate fuck.

  “Why does that not surprise me?” She giggled and swatted my knee. I leaned over and put her in a liplock. After a minute she pushed me back.

  “You are a beast.” With warmth.

  “Your kind of beast.” She fluttered her eyes.

  “Oui.” As the girls or the girl and the Bot came back, Ashley snuffling into a tissue, an idea formed.

  “Ash, you were thinking of quitting after this tour weren’t you, or going for re-assignment?” She sat and nodded her head.

  “Yeah, why?” I was thinking of throwing a wrench into Pete’s plans for domination of Supply. I asked Ashley to get Fonagy on the speaker phone. Once he was on I said,

  “Chief, I’m here with Ashley and Doc Barber and Jazz,” I looked over my shoulder at her smiling at me, “and I had an idea how we might flush the killer out. Could you arrange to have a meeting of the heads of Art/Ent/Rec, RT, Supply and Admin and Support, where the various promotions will be announced, and we can have Ashley make it known that she won’t be leaving at the end of her current tour, that she’ll be staying on?” I looked at Ashley as my idea had hatched. If she would be willing to be bait, maybe we could flush the fucker out. “I could always talk to Joe Suh about it first if you want.” On the
screen I saw him shake his head.

  “No, I can handle that, oh, my condolences on your loss Miss Thomas.”

  “Thank you Chief.” She snuffled again into the tissue after turning it.

  “Do you mind helping us out Miss Thomas? We’d have you guarded 24/7 for your safety and protection.” She sniffed and nodded her head.

  “If it will help get the person or people who killed Jim, count me in.” I smiled.

  “That a girl.” After promising to contact her later the Chief signed off.

  I had a call from the Misses with an invite to lunch at Susan’s before ‘Services’.

  “I have to take off, but Dr. Barber has kindly consented to stay with you for a while

  till you feel okay. Okay?” I could tell from the look she gave Dr. Barber and the look she flashed at me that she had already taken a shine to the Doctor.

  “Okay. And thanks.”

  “No sweat. If you need anything, anything at all, don’t hesitate to call me. Will you?”

  “I will. I promise.”

  “Good girl. I’m out.” I hugged her long and hard, kissed her cheek which was salty from the tears leaking from her eyes and, with Jazz in tow, left for ‘Services’.

  I arrived with Jazz at Susan’s to find a ham, turkey, bacon and cheddar club sandwich, with a side of potato salad and a side of baked beans sprinkled with brown sugar waiting for me. I washed it down with some crisply chilled sweet tea after a warm welcome from Susan and Karen. Susan had hugged me in an almost flirtatious manner. Had kissed me hello full on the lips. The aromatron had been set to dispense jasmine and sandalwood, but the sandalwood was kicking the jasmines ass. Mellow jazz was playing, some old David Sanborn I think. The girls came up to me after putting the dishes up with an attitude of anticipation. Each took me by a hand and looking at me Karen said,

  “Ready?” I gulped as they led me back to the spare bedroom. Feeling like a lamb being led to the slaughter.

  “Let’s do it.” I said as they ushered me through the door with Jazz in tow. Susan closed the door behind us.

  The room was bare except for a small altar set up against the back wall, and, in the center of the room, a large mattress, covered in a red sheet, rested on the floor. Simulated candles, LED’s, flickered around the walls, giving the room its only light. Karen and Susan both disrobed and then helped me out of my coveralls, Jazz slipped out of her white coveralls in sympathy. I finally was in services with Karen and Susan.

  We kneeled on the edge of the mattress, with Karen on my right and Susan on my left, I could hear Jazz kneel behind me. Watching my back. Karen’s tat’s were bright yellow tones, shifting to green.

  In unison both girls chanted, their hands raised to shoulder height,

  “Sarasvati. Give us life as we show our love, show us love as we give our life.”

  “We take life in our mouths to give love.” Said Karen as she reached over and, grabbing my cock held it out to Susan who after a quick lick, sucked it into her mouth.

  I was stiff in no time with Susan expertly sucking my cock and Karen softly massaging my balls. Soon I had a hand on the back of each of their heads, running my fingers through their hair as Susan, deep throating me, bumped chins with Karen who was gently sucking one ball at a time into her mouth. I felt Jazz begin to massage my ass.

  The girls broke off to move to the center of the mattress where Karen started kissing Susan, started swapping spit with her at a near frenetic pace. She started massaging Susan’s ample tits. I gained a better position on the mattress only to have Jazz materialize with her face at the end of my dick. While she sucked, she reached back and inserted two fingers into Karen’s twat allowing her to concentrate on the job she was doing to Susan’s pussy. Pretty soon I started feeling the walls retreating.

  There had been something in the iced tea.

  I felt higher than a kite on acid. I felt like I ruled the world. I felt like I was worthy of all praise. I felt like my dick could detach itself and do a broad jump off the mattress. It had never felt so hard in my whole life. I suddenly burned to use it. I grabbed both Jazzes cheek with my hands and brought her face up to mine and kissed her deep and long and then, laying her back, scooted up to my wife’s ass which was waving in the darkened air and as Susan began arching her back in the shuddering run of her first orgasm, I plunged my huge throbbing boner into my wife’s hot, wet cooze.

  All the girls skins glowed like firefly’s in a summer field in the low light of the moon.

  I thought of beautiful, naked, glistening angels. Angels who wanted to fuck. Hard. Slow. Passionate. Sacred. Yeah, sacred fucking.

  Then Karen went to sit on Susan’s face and I, kneeling, slid my cock into Susan’s tight wet pussy and began to hump away. Jazz squeezed my wife’s tits and kissed her neck and throat and sucked on her hard nipples. After a while at that I had Karen lay on her stomach and then had Susan lay on top of her on her stomach and I took turns sliding my cock into one and then the other. Once, after I had fucked Susan for a good long time, till she started to moan, Karen said,

  “Cock, I want some cock. Give me some cock, please. I need some cock.” I obliged, happily. Slamming away. Then we took a break as the two girls sixty nined and so did Jazz and I, with me on top, licking her little artificial clit, basically fucking her mouth, just fucking away like a machine.

  Later after pounding Susan’s pee hole in the missionary, while Karen sat on her face, with her back to me I had an idea. I crawled up Susan, till the head of my dick was just between Karen’s cheeks and my balls were resting on Susan’s chin, she started licking and sucking my scrotum and I rested my hands on Karen’s shoulders and leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

  “You offered me something.”

  “What?” She gasped as Susan’s tongue found her clit again.

  “That you’d let me fuck you in the ass.” She looked over her shoulder at me, looked me in the eye’s as a lock of hair fell in front of her face that wore a sleepy time look of sheer bliss. She smiled and said,

  “Yummy, yeah, do my ass honey. Do me in the ass. Now. Ummm.”

  Soon, I was balls deep in my wife’s ass, doing her doggie. Her tat’s were orange turning red. Susan was also doggie alongside of Karen, who had her head resting on Susan’s ass and was rubbing her pussy, while Susan, who was likewise playing with Karen’s pussy, had her head on Karen’s ass, watching my dick slide in and out like a cat watching a mouse. Intently.

  Jazz lay under both of them, fingering, licking and sucking whatever body part that was handy.

  “Hmmm, I wanna taste her ass.” She said with a level of passion I didn’t find hard to believe. I pulled out and shoved it toward her face. Her mouth opened wide and sucked me in. It felt like wet silk on my cock. After a few seconds I reinserted it in my wife’s backside, and soon enough, my wife started to moan,

  “I’m coming!” Right about then Susan says,

  “I’m going!” Which did it for me, like pulling the trigger of a loaded shotgun and I grunted,

  “I’m busting a nut!” Susan gasps,

  “Come in my mouth.” Better than a porn vid, I pulled out just as my cum shot out of my cock, with unintentionally good aim, right into Susan’s waiting, wide open mouth. After sucking on the head for a couple of seconds she let my cum dribble down across Karen’s gaping asshole. To drop into Jazzes open mouth. Licked the head one last time, giggled.

  “For good luck.” We collapsed in a wriggling heap. I remembered some old advise I had been given. The best way to get over somebody was to get under somebody else.

  With our three heads propped up on Jazzes soft yet firm torso, Susan on my right and Karen on my left, both nestled under my arms into my chest, Susan gently grabbed my cock and started to stroke it up and down. Karen’s tat’s were pink turning blue.

  “You weren’t kidding Kar, he is huge.” She put a hand on my leg and looking across my chest at her said,

  “Just look, he’s only one quarter, well, now,
half hard.” Susan looked down and then looked up at my face with wide eyes. Soon she was riding me cowgirl, while Karen rode my face and we all came again after a long slow grinding ride.

  It wasn’t over though. Nope. Allowing Jazz to attend had meant she deserved an orgasm too, so they had me fuck her laying on her back in the classic missionary while they each cupped one of my butt cheeks, trying to force my dick in farther, as if that were possible, while each sat on the upraised fingers of one of Jazzes hands. Being fairly spent at that point it took me over an hour to finally muster up enough juice to actually ejaculate when I came. I rolled over in a state of near exhaustion. Feeling like a god.

  A relaxed, depleted god, but a god none the less.

  “What the fuck was in the tea?” I said breathless, waiting for the perspiration to dry.

  Something was gnawing at me, something didn’t fit, what was it?

  So this was what had Dave so excited. I could now see why.

  “Imaginex. It really stimulates the sex, really ramps it up, huh?” Said Karen.

  “What, no Memredux?” Almost sarcastically from me.

  “No, we ran out.” Shit. I knew it.

  “We add a little to erase any feelings of guilt. When we can get it.” Added Susan.

  “How about if, and when, we do this again, we stick to the Imaginex and just forget the Memredux.” Geez, I hated puns.

  “Yeah, I think I want to remember this one.” From Karen.

  “Me, too.” Said Susan contentedly. Karen looked at me.

  “We do this every two, three days. Probably day after tomorrow.” She said, quietly.

  “Good, I’ll need the time to recharge.” I mumbled.

  I wondered what it would have been like if Dave was there.