Double Gun Dealer Boxed Set

by Rue Volley

  Book Two

  “Salem”

  I stumbled back from the door with the taste of her pussy still lingering on my lips. Hair a fucking mess, my white shirt ripped open, cock aching in my pants and Ava looked up at me, tilted her head and gave me that look. You know which one, the fucking look a woman gives you when the saying “Fuck you” just doesn’t even have to be muttered. I opened my lips and she slammed the door, it echoed down the long hall and I heard a bit of laughter as I glanced to my right and saw Lin and London in the doorway to their room. Her breast half hanging out and London fingering at it, my eyes lingered and just as Ava had done, Lin turned on me too and shut her door. London was sure to fuck her into the wee hours of the morning as he often did. I mean shit, they seemed to have an actual relationship going and I guess I wanted one too…with Ava, but she won’t have that fucking mess, and that is what she had said to me many times. “No fucking messes Salem, do your fucking job and things will be okay.”

  I leaned my forehead against her door, rubbing at my bulging cock in my pants and wished like a motherfucker that Ava was not a tracker. I mean if she did not have the whole tracking thing looming over her head, not knowing when she would track down and find the next tracker for us demon hunters here, one who would mark her death as we can never have two of them, then maybe…I mean there is this tiny chance, she would allow herself to love. I banged on her door once with my head, so fucking pissed that word even floated into my mind. What the fuck am I doing anyway? Ava had found me 3 years ago, I was just a dumbass pussy then, working some shit job, trying to get laid and I had just bought a new fucking car…my first one actually and then Ava showed up and with her hell followed closely behind...

  ****

  “Brian…dude!”

  I looked up from my desk and saw Ted, my partner in crime on Friday nights. I mean he drives and then we get a cab after he drinks too much and we try our best to get some pussy with little to no luck. It really is that fucking lame. I am just being honest and girls like honesty right? Nope, they don’t actually, at least not the ones here in Salem, Oregon. They want love and commitment and I don’t even know how to fucking do that. My Mom raised me until I was 5, my Dad was AWOL and then Mom got off work one night, walked to the Salem Bridge and jumped off. They never found her fucking body and she left nothing to me so a trip to my aunt’s was in order. She too ran into difficulties and so an orphanage was where I settled into with one pair of jeans (which I had on) and one broke ass toy dangling from my hand at 6. Maybe that is my problem, maybe I can’t become attached for…

  “Suck it baby.”

  I looked up and Ted was grinning as he watched the new girl…Amy, walk down the hall and her skirt was making her ass look amazing. I leaned and just as I did she glanced back and Ted cleared his throat and looked down. I popped my head back behind my cubicle and typed on my keyboard with some gibberish, just in case she decided to attack, but she didn’t. Maybe that was a sign, maybe she was game. Fuck that would be nice as hell. All of the women here in the office have husbands, boyfriends or are lesbians. I mean don’t get me wrong…I would gladly be the other man, or a lesbian’s “I am just going to try that shit” mistake but no, they all seem to avoid both me and Ted and I even switched cologne hoping the shit I was wearing was not making girls sick.

  “That is a fine piece of…” Ted started to say and Kelli stepped up and fuck me sideways, I have no idea why all of the women here are just drop dead gorgeous, it seriously makes me hard.

  “Piece of what, Ted?” she said and Ted stopped and rubbed his hand through his hair as he stumbled over his words. Kelli is queen, as in head boss and if she gets something up her ass about you, you are not only a shit stain here…but in every office in the city. Her Daddy is also Mayor so you get me; her reach is far and wide.

  “Piece of pie Kelli, I was thinking pie at that little diner would be great for lunch.”

  “Sounds good, I will take apple,” she said to him and he glanced at me, and then back to her.

  “With the crumbly things on the top too, all toasty brown and have them warm it up for me,” she added, as her words seemed slightly sarcastic. She didn’t exactly like Ted, he had made a dumbass move and hit on her first day before he knew she was actually running things, so anyway…she plays hell with him from time and time and I would assume if Ted was not one of the best computer engineers in the whole damn city she would have eaten him and shit him out like she has many.

  “Yeah…okay, I mean it is almost lunch time.”

  She crossed her arms as he reached over and grabbed his coat from his chair, a huge pet peeve of hers, she prefers we all drop our belongings at the door with security, but Ted likes to be a bother and acts as if rules are just something to step around. He placed his coat on and she watched him and for some reason I assumed I was on fetch-her-some-pie duty too, but as I stood she looked at me.

  “Brian, I would like to speak to you in my office if you could,” she said and she turned and started to walk away from me. I glanced at Ted as he walked to the locked doors and placed his card in, then his code and buzz…he was out. I looked back at Kelli as she seemed be walking in slow motion and could hear my heartbeat in my ears. Is this it? Am I being fired?

  I stood up, spilling my coffee all over my pants and somewhat on my desk and I remembered why having liquids near electronics was a bad thing. Things popped and hissed and my computer screen went out as I shook my head and pounded my fist on my white desk. “Fuck,” I said under my breath as Kelli stopped at her door and looked back at me.

  “Brian?”

  I looked up and stepped out, waving the smoke a bit and then abandoned it, if the sprinklers go off so fucking be it. I mean what was I to do? Tell Kelli to go fuck herself? I can’t. I then ran to her door as she stepped in and as I entered the door closed behind me and Kelli was leaning on her wall. I looked around and could not believe her office. I had never been in there before and it was fucking sweet as hell. She had a waterfall…a fucking waterfall, scaled down of course but it pooled outside her long wall of a window that looked seamless. Then, as she walked past me, the glass separated and opened up letting the air fill the room. I looked over to her desk and saw rows of pictures: Kelli with her Dad, then Kelli with celebrity after celebrity, hugging, smiling and then one of her and some man, he looked big, as in military big and I leaned in and Kelli snapped her fingers. I looked up as she was slipping her high-heeled shoes off and looking weird to me as in nice and approachable. I rubbed my neck and looked around the rest of her office, seeing awards for this and that, from college I would assume. I mean she had to go to the best schools her entire life. Me, I was lucky to have made it to college and if it was not for the “we feel so fucking sorry for you” fund at the church I would have not gone at all. But Kelli was of privilege, you could tell from her clothing to the way her hair shined.

  “Brian…come,” she said and I walked to the large plates of glass and stared up them as I saw clouds floating damn near in range to feel them up this high on the 300th floor. I stepped out and the air was so clean. I had never been up this high over the city before, not out in it anyway. I mean, I took an elevator daily up to this floor, but never saw the outside. The office has no windows as if the world would distract us from our work and it is sensitive work anyway. I mean, we work military, as in weapons, creating the what if’s, and then someone else makes it run and shit. I watched as Kelli took her shirt off and her erect nipples stared at me as if nothing else existed. She laughed under her breath and dipped a foot into the water pooling at the bottom of her ridiculous waterfall and I tried to maintain my cool. I mean what the hell is this shit? Kelli had never said but two words to me since she took things over this past March and with 6 months gone I figured I was nothing but a number and a filled spot at a desk.

  She pulled her skirt off with ease and I saw her black lace panties and her soft skin. I mean privilege yes, fucking rocking body…pure genetics. Damn. I stoo
d there like a fucking creeper staring at her and she glanced at me and waved me over to her so instead of being stupid and asking, I went…I mean what else to do right? She is beautiful so this is not a losing proposition for me. I stepped up to the water as she turned to me and touched my hair first and then started to unbutton my shirt. I felt her fingers against my skin almost immediately and one hand fingered at my nipple and the other moved down and grabbed my belt, jerking at it with ease and undoing it. She slipped it out and tossed it. It hit the floor and slid slightly, the thought of it falling and killing someone below actually crossed my mind, like it mattered, but I do shit like that. I always see possibilities in every situation like my brain never switches off. Then I moaned as her hand slipped into my pants and she stroked my cock, already erect and aching. Her lips found mine and I wrapped one free hand around her waist as she jerked at me, slowly and with good intention to keep me as hard as possible. She laughed at my lips, obviously happy with me, or I hope so. I mean I hope that was not a “he is so pathetic” laugh. I think I am a good size, I mean I have not had any dicks to compare mine too but I am not small by any means. She smiled and stepped back, playing with her nipples momentarily and of course I watched. This was a fucking dream right? There is no way this is happening and with that I moaned as my cock tried to cum and I woke up, drool on my desk, cock hard as fucking rock and irritated…yes, angry as shit.

  “Fucking Hell, Brian what are you doing?” Ted asked me as he stepped in and shook his head. I sat up, wiping my face and shaking off the dream and it sucked. Just then Kelli walked by us and I watched her, she ignored me as always, as if I was merely a plant in the corner and I felt a dull ache in between my legs as my erection tried to go down but it was causing me shit. I stood up and my dick banged on the desk and I moaned as Ted watched me and took a drink of his over priced coffee.

  “I would say something, but it would probably just get you off on it.”

  “Shut up you dick,” I muttered as I pushed my way out and towards the hall leading to the bathrooms. I need to piss something terrible as expected and this whole dreaming of getting laid and it never happening is getting old. I would assume my hand is fucking sick of me too. I mean I would be. Am I fucking crazy? I need to stop having internal dialogue too…fuck.

  I stepped into the bathroom and immediately walked to the sink and turned on the cold water, scooping it, and letting the freezing temp wake me up and make me start to go down. I need too, I cannot be walking around the office with a huge…well moderately huge erection, I will get fired and getting fired from Biotech Mandarity is NOT what you want to do. This is the job you dream of as an engineer. I have to fucking get my shit together, I have to but I keep dreaming, and they are getting worse, so real like I am actually there and I can feel the people and smell the air…

  The door opened and a man walked in, someone I did not recognize and he walked up to a stall, unzipped his pants and I finished up at the sink and looked up into the mirror as the water dripped from my chin and blurred my eyes. Then I saw him turn his head slightly and his skin looked cracked and flaking, as if he had been burned slightly and I turned quickly as he finished up, facing me as I looked like a freak watching him and he shook his head, looking completely normal. This is another thing going on with me, I am seeing shit now. It is slight and if I would just stop being so detailed oriented I would not even fucking notice it but I do, I notice everything. He walked to the sink next to me and glanced again as I continued to stare.

  “Brian…Brian Brenna, right?” he said and that snapped me out of it right away.

  “Yeah, I am,” I said as I turned back to the mirror and caught a bit of his reflection and saw shit again. I stumbled back from him and almost fell as he turned and looked at me, his eyes narrowing and his expression a bit puzzled.

  “You are like a legend here, but maybe you need a vacation,” he said and I stared at him wondering what that could mean.

  “Legend?”

  “Yes, your take on the molecular destabilizer, freakin’ genius.”

  I sighed and rubbed my neck remembering what I thought while working on that project…all along wondering how many would die because I figured out how to bust the bodies’ structure apart without explosives. I should be proud, but I find it hard to be happy about furthering the human nature of just destroying shit anyway we can.

  “I lucked into it,” I said as the man watched me and grinned. He then stepped up and tapped me hard on the shoulder, one man to another and laughed.

  “Give yourself some credit, man! If you only knew what the lower floors say about you, you would be shocked.”

  “Any women?” I muttered and he stopped and smiled at the door before he left me.

  “Some, but mostly men like me wanting to take your job.”

  I turned as he left me and thought I saw clawed fingers but I blinked and he was gone. I may need to go back to my shrink…I am overworked and tired from all these fucking dreams that seem real. I don’t feel like I go to bed, I just seem to be in a constant flux of waking dreams.

  ****

  I sat in the office and the music hummed so low it almost seemed like muttering, irritating I would say. I mean if you want to play music just turn it up. Movies aggravate me like that too; the people talking so low you can’t understand them and you find yourself leaning forward and reading lips. Stupid.

  “Brian?”

  I looked up and saw her…Maeva, she is French and hot as shit and luckily my shrink for the past year. I started to come to her when the dreams started and the sleep deprivation seemed to be pushing me over the edge. You know, when I started seeing shit. I first came to find meds and just sleep but soon it seemed to be a weekly thing and I became addicted to her…I mean coming here and talking. She listens…I need a listener, I have never had one and I guard it like a child with a new toy.

  I stepped into her office and smelled the candles burning. She always has it so moody in here with the smells and lights lower. Nothing to bother me and I swear, if I did not like to look at her I would pay her to just come here and curl up on the cushy leather couch and sleep. I bet I could here, sleep that is.

  I walked to the couch and took a seat. Tapping my knees like always, a bit anxious to start and ready for her to sit down and listen to my crazy bullshit with the skill I possess to figure out techie shit. I am a geek, proud to be, but man, it is a burden. Maybe that is my problem; maybe my brain has reached fucking capacity…

  “So,” she said as she sat down, crossed her incredibly beautiful legs and if I could see her panties just once, I would have a months’ worth of awesome dreams to fantasize too. Perverted? Not really, at least I am fucking honest about it and my sexual needs unlike some who just pretend and shit.

  I watched her and she looked up over her black-rimmed glasses and I grinned slightly as I was curious she was looking me over.

  “You look tired.”

  I sighed and tapped my knees. “I am.”

  “So the music is not helping at night?” she asked me and I laughed under my breath.

  “Ummm, no. I stopped playing it. It sounds like fucking static…I mean static, not fucking, fucking would be something else altogether.”

  She wrote something down and raised an eyebrow and then looked up at me again, parting her full lips and speaking to me in that tone that always puts me at ease. In fact her voice is the only thing that does these days. I love it and if I was smart I would pay her to just record her voice and I bet I could sleep to it at night.

  She adjusted and re-crossed her legs the other way as I watched them yet again and she eyed me.

  “Brian, how are the sexual dreams going?”

  I looked up at her and wanted to suddenly fuck her. I mean I guess I always do but her saying “sexual” is fucking awesome with her light French accent. I rubbed my hair and then scratched my forehead and finally let my hand drop, as I felt like a fidgety teenager, all horny and impatient.

  “Worse.”


  “Tell me.”

  I looked at her and raised an eyebrow. She never asks for details about them. I get questions about my sleep, my demonic visions…not sex. I cleared my throat and crossed my legs, which was beyond uncomfortable and I quickly uncrossed them and crossed my arms on my chest, showing the first bit of blocking I had ever shown to her and she noticed of course. She is somewhat like me, noticing everything. She wrote on her paper, well…in her journal dedicated to me. She writes a ton of shit about me and I hope it’s good. I have to admit her opinion of me is important in some weird way. I have never cared much who liked me or what they thought, but she is a different story. I got so lost in thought she leaned forward and smiled at me, clearing her throat in a tiny feminine way and pulling me back and into this world yet again. I looked up and grinned, a bit nervous but trying to control my hard on knocking at my zipper. If I tell her details, I may become fully erect and that would be an odd situation to find myself in with her.

  She has never even hinted at liking me at all, I mean she is paid to be cordial but liking me? No. I would say I am probably just her house payment. I need to keep that in mind.

  “So, is it always women you fantasize about Brian, or have you found yourself curious about men too?”

  I blinked. I am not gay, I mean I have nothing against it, but not once have I ever said…Dudes got a nice bulge, let me tug on that shit. I smiled and tapped my knees again.

  “Women…I mean all the way, you know, umm…penetration and stuff.” I said and she looked at her paper and jotted down some shit yet again. She laid her paper down and her pen and then looked me over, she stood up and walked to her window, peeking through the blinds like a teenager on a babysitting gig with her boyfriend then she turned back to me and bit her lip. How odd and coy and all of the shit out of character for her to do.