by TylerRose.
“Threats are all he has. He’s a windbag and he always has been. He doesn’t do his own henchwork. He never has. Keep yourself on the side of the Immaculate, working for her better good, and you will do no wrong. You know that.”
“I do. Sometimes it gets muddled. That’s why I’m here. To clear my head.”
“That’s what I’m for. Keep me informed as needed. I’m looking forward to seeing how all this plays out. I’m looking forward to her final evolution and the Rapture. I’m eager for it.”
Vaughn teleported back to his own office and telephoned his father on Earth.
“Exactly as planned. Earnol is forcing Julian to play along and Julian is already giving me all the inside information.”
“Good work. I’ll push her into Earnol’s hands. Keep yourself unknown to her until I tell you otherwise.”
“I will. I don’t expect I’ll have to get involved for a couple decades, outside of advising Julian. I’ll go about the business of the galaxy while you get things ready there.”
Call ended and all too pleased with himself, Vaughn lit up one of his slender, pungent cigars. Things were going according to plan now. He liked when things went along with the plan.
Chapter Five
Tyler went looking at apartments from morning until midafternoon, then spent her evenings at the beach. She had a lot of money saved up, and the money from the long weekend was still coming in. 4 x 24 = 96 hours, times $1000 per hour. Ninety six thousand dollars made for a very profitable weekend.
In the next breath, she was very much wanting an apartment to call her own, rather than being kept in his former bachelor pad. She needed her own space, filled with things she loved, to be entirely hers with no one else’s rules or restrictions.
She wondered, as she walked the beach in the evening breeze on Wednesday, how far she could push Thomas’ pocketbook. If he was willing to pay a thousand dollars an hour just to have her available for a weekend, five grand an hour if he feels like having friends over, then it wasn’t about the money for him.
If it’s not about the money, then what is it about? she wondered, leaning on the railing of the pier to watch the nighttime waves.
“Will you be angry if I ask how you are?” she was asked some time later.
Familiar voice and she looked over her left shoulder to see Alen. Push, pull, push, pull. She saw two tug of war teams with a long rope tired around her own waist.
“That guy Julian send you?”
“You’ve met him then? No, he didn’t. I know you come down here. I thought I’d see if you were here tonight since I’d not seen you in a while.”
“That’s quite a verbal Watusi there,” she said.
“It’s also the truth, Tyler. You may not be ready to believe what Julian probably told you, but you’ll find out soon enough that it’s all true. Disbelieving now won’t change the truth of it. I didn’t believe either until I was on the station myself, seeing it with my own eyes.”
“Station?”
Alen’s eyes showed he’d not meant to tell more than she’d already been told. “Did he not mention the space station where we work?”
“You all apparently need to share notes,” she answered.
He humphed a chuckle, face dropping down a bit.
“You’re right. For a bunch of telepaths, we do remarkably little communicating. Can I show you?”
“Show me how?” she asked.
“We won’t go anywhere. We’ll stand right here. Just hold my hand a minute.”
Not trusting, and he couldn’t blame her for that, she reached a hand over. His was gentle and warm, turned her hand in his to kiss the back of it. Stepping closer, he started to shut out the world around them.
“Look into the water.”
She did, and saw a universe of stars open in front of her on the surface.
“The space station is here, behind Pluto,” he pointed. “But those stars? That is where the planets are, in Gamma Quadrant. The station is here because it is neutral ground and equally as much a pain in the ass to get to for them all. It puts them on equal footing. There’s a Congress.”
She saw an auditorium of boxes with several hundred people.
“Space ships.”
She saw craft landing inside a hanger.
“It’s real. It’s there. When you’re ready, we can go see it.”
He kissed her hand once more and the world came back. To other people on the pier, they just looked like two young people infatuated with each other.
“When you get the headaches, do as you have been. Lie down and rest. They’re going to become more frequent and even more painful. When you get to the point when you feel you need someone to come do something and help you, just think really hard to me. I’ll hear you.”
“You’ll hear me?”
He smiled and leaned in to kiss her cheek. “I hear you already every time you have a screaming orgasm, sweets. You sound wonderful. They better know what lucky fuckers they are, because you are beautiful when you orgasm.”
He left her there, vanishing before her eyes in a blink. Glancing around, she saw no one else noticed there had been a guy standing at the rail with her and now there wasn’t.
Teleportation? Seriously?
All at once, she had a desire for chocolate mousse in a small room off the back end of a kitchen. A quiet room where no one would invade. She needed a sanctuary no one knew about.
Dressed as she was, she went to the restaurant and took a seat at the bar top. She told the barkeeper she wanted “a brie cheese appetizer and a very special chocolate mousse with brandy. Two spoons.”
Fifteen minutes later, the chef brought it to her personally.
“Did they not give you a table?” he asked at the countertop.
“The hostess looked me down and looked me up and suggested I sit at the bar,” Tyler smiled. “It’s fine.”
“It is not. Come with me,” he said, grasping her about the wrist to lead her through the seating area to a very quiet booth in the rear.
It was around the corner from another booth, largely secluded and he sat her first in the seat to the right. Sitting on the same side, he completely blocked her from being seen by other patrons.
“I have not seen you. I thought you lost your taste for chocolate mousse,” he said, and spooned a small bit for her to suck off the spoon.
“I’ve been occupied. This week I am not occupied,” she smiled. “I don’t know your name.”
“Nor I yours. Shall we keep it that way? What do names matter when this feels this good?” he asked, long fingers finding the fringe of her pubic hair to stroke the velvety lips between her thighs.
She only smiled.
“Enjoy your brie and mousse. I will come for you when my employees have gone. It will be a small while.”
“I know. Restaurant close is a chore. I’ll be fine.”
He sent her a small pitcher of wine punch and the waiter was instructed to leave it and not bother her again.
“Lock the door at nine thirty,” he told the hostess. “Do your end of night now so you can leave quickly.”
“Yes, Chef!” the hostess said, bright and happy for the early night.
Every employee was told to start their close, what they could of it, and be prepared for a fast but thorough end of night. No one asked why. The hostess, bartender and several of the wait staff had seen her. They’d seen him sit in the booth with her. There was nothing to ask.
Chef had a hot date.
He couldn’t get them out fast enough. He would not compromise cleanliness but drove them to work faster to get it done. She waited while he locked out the last employees and came to her table.
“Will you give me a few minutes more?”
“Of course,” she smiled.
A few minutes it was as she listened to some grunting and fussing. When he came back, he reached for her hand. Leaving the seclusion of the booth, going around the corner of the row, she saw the top mattress of his bed on the flo
or in the middle of his restaurant.
She had to laugh. “Here?”
“Oui. I have always wanted to make love in my dining area, but the booths are too small.
Pillows, blanket, bucket of ice with another carafe of wine punch in it. She was already buzzing nicely from the first she’d drunk alone. He pulled her shirt over her head.
“Do you ever wear a bra?” he asked.
“Not if I can help it.”
“A good policy,” he agreed, lowering to his knees to bite and suck her nipples.
“You are not marked,” he commented when he rolled her over to have her from behind.
“What would you use to mark me?” she asked over her shoulder.
“Nothing. You are too beautiful to ruin with bruises. I only want to see you flushing pink in your passion,” he said, stretching over her back to kiss her shoulder blade.
“You won’t see it from that side.”
“Then turn over.”
Over she went to lie on her back on the mattress and enjoy his full, undulating thrusts. He didn’t fuck hard and fast. He liked a deep, steady rhythm that filled her without ramming. She was at last able to let go the stresses of the last couple weeks to drown herself in sensation until her strength was completely drained. She needed what Nails used to do to her.
When she got home, around two in the morning, she went to bed content to live in Thomas’ apartment for a few more weeks. If she moved, she’d have to buy all the furniture and have heavy stuff to either lug around or store somewhere. She preferred having a few boxes that could be easily packed in half an hour when she needed to go. Easily moved in a pickup truck she could rent for a day.
The phone rangat ten in the morning and she was answering almost before she was awake.
“Are you free?”
Thomas’ voice.
“No, I cost at least a thousand dollars an hour, remember?”
“And worth every penny even when all we’re doing is sitting next to the pool. I expect you here at the house at noon.”
“Will I be coming home tonight or tomorrow or some other day of the week?” she asked.
He chuckled. “Getting me to be specific, are you?”
“Yes. I’m not in the mood for surprises.”
“You’ll go home in the morning.”
“Okay. Time starts the second I drive onto the property. Anything particular you’d like me to wear?”
“Why are you asking that?”
“If I’m going to be your whore, then I should pay more attention to these kinds of things, don’t you think?”
“You’re not my whore, Tyler,” he said.
“No? What do you call someone you summon by phone and pay to fuck you? That’s a whore. I have no problem with the word. What do you want me to wear?”
“Whatever you want. Just get here.”
She did. That short denim skirt and a layered tank top set in pink and white. As she knew would happen, she didn’t wear them for long.
“Who were you with last night?” he asked as they were dressing to go out.
“My time is my time. Who I was with is irrelevant.”
“I want to know.”
“Now you’re just trying to bait me into another argument,” she said, and turned her back for him to do up the zipper for her.
“And you’ve been in something of a mood for a few weeks now. Want to discuss it?” he asked.
“There’s nothing to discuss,” she said, reaching for the matching pocketbook. “So where are we going dressed like this?”
“A poker game in Las Vegas.”
“Great. I get to sit around and do nothing,” she complained.
“I’m going to stake you and you are going to play. I want you to beat the pants off your opponents.”
“Because then there will be a gangbang?” she asked hopefully.
He laughed and gave her a little push toward the door.
“No, smart ass, but you do get to keep your winnings after repaying my stake and giving me twenty percent.”
“You’re that sure I’m going to win?”
“I am.”
He was right. The private suite with dealer held a million dollars in chips. She didn’t win every hand. Her guesses as to their bluffs and their hands weren’t perfect. His thirty thousand dollar stake got him three hundred thousand dollars by dinnertime.”
“You play too well for such a little girl,” one of her opponents eyed her.
She smiled sweetly, the sucker in her mouth between her front teeth. Playing with the thing was a distraction none of them could ignore.
“Count her out,” Thomas said to the dealer. “Time for supper and a show.”
She went to the toilet first, having been holding it for the last half hour.
“Where’d you find her?” a voice asked in the short hallway outside the bathroom door.
“Working a telephone job and wasting her life.”
“How much an hour is she now?”
“Five grand. Come to supper with us and we’ll see if she would be amenable.”
“I have to count out and go to my room for a few minutes. Steak house?”
“That is her favorite. Meet you there.”
Drying her hands, Tyler grinned. He’d just upped her hourly rate five times and was acting like her pimp. Interesting.
Thomas took her back to their suite first, unable to wait any longer to have her. In the expensive dress he had bought for her to wear, with nothing underneath so there were no barriers when he wanted her.
“After dinner, you will go with Jahns for a few hours,” he informed her.
“What’s your cut of five grand an hour?” she asked, looking up at him.
He smiled. “It’s all yours, which makes today very profitable indeed for you. I’m going to start sending you around the world to meet with men. Fuck them or don’t, just be your own sweet self.”
She laughed. “Me? Sweet?”
He stopped moving, brought her chin back to him and looked deep into her eyes.
“You have the capacity to be very sweet indeed when you’re not trying to be such a hardass. I’m going to make you into a courtesan. You go visit rich and powerful men. You talk to them, keep them company. Maybe they want sex. If they do, they’ll make their move. If they make that move, you do what they want. Within reason.”
“All around the world?”
“Yes. Your time starts when you are in their car. Your time stops when you get back into that car. I’m going to start investing some of your money for you. Nothing big. Nothing very risky.”
“I think I’ll trust the philanthropist business man to know how to make my money make money,” she said.
“Good. Now shut up and have an orgasm.”
Jahns was fairly conventional. He liked to stand and look down for his blowjobs, wasn’t rough, wasn’t really big either so anal was easy. She had to urge him to be more vigorous. She spent three hours with him before returning alone to Thomas’ suite. He was prepared to let her sleep but she had other ideas.
“He couldn’t satisfy a vacuum cleaner,” she said, reaching into his bed shorts to grasp his cock and stroke him hard. “I need what you gave me after that first time I’d been with someone else the night before. Now!”
He chuckled, more than pleased with himself. Sexual evolution obtained. The goddess within had found needs beyond her control.
After breakfast they drove to the airport, where a small plane was waiting for her.
“You’re going to Japan. Expect to be tied up a lot. He likes rope. Once you land, you’ll be there for forty eight hours. Your host speaks perfect English. Call me from the plane on your return. I’ll make sure your driver is at the airport.”
“Is this the man you were negotiating with?”
He smiled. “You think?”
“I know.”
“He likes horse races. You’ll probably spend time at the track.”
He was right about that. She was t
aken from the airport directly to the track. Her host offered her a meal during a break between races. He had the high-end sushi. She had the high-end steak.
His English was very good. They talked about horses and, looking at the names, she told him number six was going to win the next race. He doubted, but she was right. He told her to pick the next. This time he put a bet. She was right again. He told her to pick the top three for the next. She selected a winner but couldn’t pick for certain the second and third place winners.
“It’s too close for me to tell,” she said. “I’d do them in numerical order and let it go at that.”
He sent his man with the bet, with the second and third place horses to be named in numerical order. Damned if there wasn’t a photo finish between second and third place. Damned if they didn’t come in in numerical order. She’d made him a lot of money.
Smiling, the ice thoroughly smashed, he took her by the hand to leave. They rode in his chauffeured car to one of the tallest buildings in Tokyo. She clenched her jaw and held tight to the railing inside the elevator as they went up to nearly the top floor to his penthouse. She couldn’t get out of this one, well-imagining how furious Thomas would be if she fucked this one up.
They sat to talk, tea brought for them by a Geisha in full kimono and makeup. She played an instrument while they enjoyed the tea and talked. Tea service was cleared away, the Geisha left and they were alone. By then, Tyler’s nervousness over the height of the building had dissipated.
The rope came out and she had her first taste of full body Shibari bondage. Keeping patient as she could, remembering how much she was getting paid for this, she used every ounce of her fortitude to endure the boredom. Rope itself didn’t do anything for her. It turned him on immensely, however, with lines of hemp crisscrossing her torso and framing her breasts. In the end, he only wanted her to suck him off.
She was glad to fly home, glad Glum was there with the car to take her to the apartment so she could sleep off the jetlag.
The voices.The faces. Julian, Alen, Nails, men she did not know, Dicer, Jerome – but no one called him Jerome. She saw William Shatner when someone spoke to or about Jerome. She saw American Indians passing a shaft of crystal hand to hand down a line. She was drowning in a sea of color and sound, unable to make sense of any of it. When she came through the surface, exactly the same sensation of breaking through the surface of a pool, she was gasping for air.