Just Prey: Savannah - Book One

by McClennan, C. P.

  Unhappy with the situation, the laminate joined forces with the particle board beneath to form the counter and surround the sink while planning its invasion, playing Germany to the sink’s France. Daring it to splash just once more.

  Meantime, oblivious to the oncoming sink-counter battle, there was the shower. Really no more than a hole in the yellow wall done up with tiny white tiles and covered by a glass door. Currently, the tiles behind the glass door were obscured due to the glass door being steamed up as the shower hummed happily in its work. It liked to work. It liked to spray.

  In fact, it currently was spraying two figures that were also obscured by the steam that the hot water the shower was spraying gave off.

  One figure stood and seemed to have trouble standing. The other was on its knees with its head moving back and forth to an unheard rhythm.

  The counter felt it was ready and prepared to invade. It was finally time and no faucet could keep it from occupying the sink.

  Cowering in fear, the sink shuddered.

  The pipes below, annoyed at holding both sink and counter up, shook violently for just a moment.

  The shower stopped spraying and all would have been silent except for the computer in the other room currently spraying the vocals of Pat Benatar in with a slight echo from afar.

  “That was lovely,” Nigel said, stepping from the shower with a snap of the glass door.

  The counter huffed, annoyed knowing it had to rethink its assault.

  The blonde in the soaked ponytail stepped from the shower behind him wiping the white from her lips. “Next time, can we clean after I suck you off?”

  “I’m sorry, darling, I just couldn’t resist that mouth.” Nigel caressed her cheek.

  She wrapped herself in a towel dangling from the yellow walls. Stepping to the counter, she picked up her mobile and checked the screen. “Ah, Nigel?”

  “Yes, Tammy?” Nigel began to dry himself off with another towel he had set free from the tyranny of the wall.

  “What time do you have to pick up Sheila at the airport?”

  “Oh, three-thirty, why?”

  Tammy’s blue eyes glanced up at him. “It’s two-thirty.”

  His face went white. “Shit.”

  “In this traffic, you’ll never make it.”

  Only stopping for a brief peck on the cheek to say goodbye to Tammy, followed by a naughty giggle, he was quickly in the car and aiming for O’Hare.

  “Tell Sheila I said hello,” she yelled after him.

  IX

  O’Hare International Airport, Chicago, IL

  Nigel stood solemnly and shook his dead. “Daylight fucking savings, a fucking month and a half later and I still can’t get it right,” he whispered.

  In an amazing coincidence, traffic had been nearly clear all the way from Tammy’s house to the airport and Tammy had forgotten to move the clocks back an hour the night before.

  Thus, Nigel had been at the airport well ahead of schedule. There was difficulty keeping a straight face, however, as he thought about all these people milling around the international arrivals section of O’Hare and how not a single one seemed to recognize him. Perhaps it was the limo driver hat and suit he was wearing, or the sign he held in front that read one word: “Sheila”. He began to understand how a simple pair of glasses could hide one particular superhero.

  Then she stepped out the door. No, it was not Sheila. She was tall with straight long brunette hair and big brown eyes. Her clothes were simple…knee high black boots over top of tight blue jeans and a tight blue t-shirt that had the words “Property of Winnipeg Jets” splayed across her breasts. She was they type of woman Nigel would love to have his way with on-air sometime.

  But he was not here for her, of course.

  Then Sheila stepped out and stood beside the other brunette. A half-head shorter and her own brunette locks looking much shorter due to their curl. She, too, wore knee-high black boots over her white pants with a red sweater.

  Nigel clucked his tongue at the white pants before recovering and remembering that Sheila despised anything that chose fashion for her.

  Once her eyes caught his, she smiled and a quick wave. She grabbed the other brunette’s hand and dragged both her and her roll-on case down the ramp to where Nigel stood. “Baby, so glad that is over.” She released both of her captives and threw her arms around Nigel in a bear hug.

  “Glad you’re home, my love.”

  “You’ve no idea. If I ever say Chicago is cold again, just remind me of this trip.”

  “Perspective changes opinions. I thought they said they were having a mild winter up there.”

  Her eyes glared just to give him an idea.

  Leaning in, he kissed her hard…probably a little too hard as some of the surrounding eyes turned to watch in the fluorescent lights. He then took her roll-on and they began to walk. “And who is your young friend?” He smiled at the other brunette. “I’m Nigel,” he said and, still walking, offered his right hand to shake hers in front of Sheila.

  “Oh, this is Savannah. We met on the plane. She is here looking for a friend of ours.” Sheila grinned at Savannah. “I think she’s an alien.” This time she giggled.

  Savannah grimaced slightly but returned it to a grin.

  “An alien? I didn’t know we had to worry about Canadians jumping the border. Thought the problem was opposite actually.” Nigel looked at the signs to get his bearings of where they were going. “Who are you looking for, love?”

  “A friend, Gerald,” Savannah answered in a deep sensual voice that almost caused Nigel to stop and cum in his pants right there.

  His eyes shot around and caught an intense stare from her. “Lucky guy, that Gerald will be.”

  “You’ve no idea,” Sheila agreed slipping her arm under Nigel’s.

  “You do mean our buddy Gerald, right? The truck driver?”

  Both women nodded. Sheila’s eyes turned suspicious as she looked around. “Wait, you mean no one recognized you?”

  A laugh that was more snort-sneeze escaped from Nigel before he answered, “No, the limo driver uniform seems to have kept anyone from looking at my face.” He led them towards the parking.

  “Oh, and how was Tammy?”

  Nigel grinned down at Sheila. “Fanfuckingtastic.”

  “Excellent,” she growled back with a grin of her own. “Next time, I want to play with her, too.”

  “Of course, darling.”

  Outside it was cold and wet. Unlike Winnipeg, at least there was no snow, but in the evening darkness the asphalt was shiny and black.

  He loaded the roll-on in the back of the Ford Explorer. “Miss Savannah, no luggage?”

  “No,” she answered a little too quickly. “I travel light.” She glanced around. “Who do I have to blow to get warm around here.”

  Even by Nigel’s standards, this seemed an odd thing to be hearing in an airport parking lot.

  “Oh, come on. Compared to Winnipeg this is fucking balmy.” Sheila opened the back door of the SUV and jumped in.

  Savannah followed.

  “Why you gettin’ in the back?” Nigel asked.

  Sheila cocked her head. “The girl asked who she had to blow, didn’t she?”

  Both women laughed and immediately kissed deeply.

  He closed the back and walked around to the driver’s door. “I think I’m getting the short end of this stick.” He slipped behind the steering wheel and snapped the door shut behind him. “So where did you two meet?”

  Somehow, during the make-out that had begun during Nigel’s trek around the car, Sheila got the words out, “On the plane.” She had Savannah’s t-shirt pulled up and was already using her teeth on nipples.

  Nigel was able to hide the drool and started the engine. Setting the gear into reverse, he backed out of the spot and found his way out of the parking lot. Being he had chosen the coin operated lot, there was no pay station that he would have to tell the women to behave at.

  They would no
t have behaved anyway.

  Directing the vehicle first onto the 190, soon he had them cruising on the Kennedy Expressway passing subway stops and heading for downtown Chicago. Nigel always questioned the term “subway” when the train was above the ground. Doubly so being the Chicago Loop was a raised track over the downtown streets. A glance in the mirror brought him back to reality as he could see that Savannah was now completely naked and Sheila’s tongue was probing between her legs. “I do like Canadians…did I ever tell you that, Sheila?”

  Sheila’s answer was muffled and more along the lines of “fuck off” than trying to make any conversation.

  Nigel was rather proud that he was able to concentrate mostly on the road. To calm his mind, he took in some of the old architecture that had entirely new characters in the dark.

  Brilliant as Chicago’s architecture was, the naked women in the back of the SUV were oblivious to it.

  Savannah, up on hands and knees, lowered her mouth between Sheila’s legs and began to lick. A moan was quickly followed by a second moan. Sheila began to squirm as her orgasm neared. Savannah dug deeper with her tongue, probing harder looking to feed her hunger.

  “Oh fuck, I’m going to cum,” Sheila gasped and thrust her hips at Savannah.

  Savannah’s eyes flamed as she got the first taste of Sheila’s orgasm on her tongue. The first drop of Sheila’s life force sent a shiver through Savannah…and she began to feed…

  The taste was extraordinary…beyond anything any red wine could offer and unlike any human Savannah had fed upon before. Her mind first wondered what happened if she could not flash away before they crashed…but then fluttered back to the memory a day ago…

  X

  December 3, 2016…The Highlife and Dance Nightclub, Winnipeg, MB

  The music began to play, but the DJ quickly turned it down. It was a good old Canadian tune but had somehow lost its flavor with the events of the evening.

  Savannah wondered how many aliens had ever been arrested in Winnipeg before her. She stood quietly with hands cuffed behind her back. Of course, she could get away and would later, but not something she could do with all these people milling about.

  The police officer was big and burly. He seemed quite proud of himself for having apprehended this gorgeous brunette with the puffy bruises all over her.

  Being she was hungry, Savannah might even blow him later if he suggested.

  With her having taken down a very large man, assault was the charge being used. The police officer was completely befuddled as to how this tall, slim brunette could have done such damage.

  Feeding and being interrupted was not something she would ever explain. She had met the man at a local diner where she had seduced him before taking him into the back alley to eat.

  This was not exactly the story he was going with as the ring on his finger suggested admitting to being seduced might cause him an issue or two. With mostly grey hair and a beer belly that most Americans would be impressed by, the man was laying flat on an unimpressed stretcher as he wailed in hysterics.

  Savannah could not remember his name and was not entirely sure he had ever shared it. She was certain, however, that his hair was blonde when she had started. Unlike the hair, however, Savannah’s feeding off him had done nothing to improve the size of his tiny cock. It had occurred to her that the beer belly might have been a compensation for something.

  “Excuse me, can I get through?” The voice was female.

  “Ma’am,” one of the officers that Savannah could not see through the milling crowd tried to halt her. “This is a crime scene.”

  “She’s my client,” the female voice scolded.

  It was as though all of the police officers present rolled their eyes as they parted like a religious miracle. Not a single one thought to ask for ID. None seemed to realize that Savannah had not yet asked for her phone call, nor even requested a lawyer.

  Sheila was allowed to pass into the scene and led up to Savannah by a short skinny officer.

  “Are you okay?” she asked Savannah in near gasp. “Holy fuck, what did he do to you?”

  Savannah looked confused through the bruises on her face.

  The officer, seeing this reaction, looked suspicious.

  “David Burns sent me,” Sheila said, completely improvising. “You said you were in trouble and he sent me as he could not get here until tomorrow.”

  The word “lawyer” finally connected in Savannah’s mind. “Oh, right, thanks. I’m okay.”

  Sheila put her hand up to Savannah’s face to inspect. “Did he hurt you?”

  Savannah, now playing along, nodded and dropped her head as though in shame.

  Turning to the officer, hands on hips, Sheila once again scolded. “Why is my client being arrested? Is it not obvious he assaulted her?”

  “…but the witness…”

  “Please, a man that size? I think you need to do more investigating before any charges are to be confirmed.” Sheila had seen the large man and Savannah earlier in the evening from behind before. She had watched with some apprehension, as it appeared the large man began to rough the brunette up. Although she had no doubt that this young woman likely knew karate or some form of defense that had taken the brute down, it seemed completely illogical that Savannah was at fault.

  Silence was all the officer could come up with.

  “May I have a moment with my client?”

  They were ushered outside into the sub-zero temperatures and into the back of a squad car together.

  Before the officer could get away, Sheila made another request. “The cuffs?”

  He complied and took them off.

  Once the door was closed Sheila turned to her. “What’s your name?”

  “Savannah.”

  “I’m Sheila. I saw you two earlier. No idea how you took him down, but bravo. The fucker obviously deserves it. I am not exactly certain how Canadian laws work at this, but…”

  “Canadian laws?”

  “I’m American. Here seeing some friends.”

  “Okay.”

  “I will try to get you a proper local lawyer in the morning, though. I suspect my friend David Burns will be happy to help. I’m staying at the Delta and here is my number. Unfortunately I fly home tomorrow afternoon, so I won’t be much help after that.” She pulled out a business card and scribbled down the hotel number on it. Her eyes narrowed looking over Savannah in the streetlights. “Are you okay? Do you need a doctor? Why didn’t they get you a doctor?”

  Savannah giggled slightly, but it turned into a cough. One of the big man’s blows trying to defend himself had crushed her ribcage. That the injury had almost regenerated already was another minor detail that she would not be sharing.

  Sheila was unable to get Savannah released, however. Her friend, the aforementioned David Burns, came with Sheila to the police station the next morning, only to find an officer being interviewed about a blinding flash of light and how the tall bruised and beat up brunette had somehow escaped overnight.

  XI

  Once the cell lights went down, Savannah lay back on the cot for a few minutes and allowed the remaining bruises to regenerate. Knowing the earlier bruises would be a perfect disguise and keep her from being recognized, she flashed away.

  First she had found the Delta and was able to observe the front desk through the large street-front windows. Once the overnight clerk had stepped away, Savannah flashed behind the desk and found what room Sheila was in. Her next flash was to a fashion boutique in New York City where the motion sensors tripped the alarm immediately. By the time the police had arrived, however, Savannah was back in Winnipeg and sitting in the lobby of the Delta as Sheila came off the elevator.

  At a distance, Savannah was able to keep up following Sheila.

  Something about Sheila attracted Savannah, not a physical way as Savannah had found she was not truly attracted to humans from sight alone. It felt similar to when thinking of Gerald. The attraction, Savannah decided, was d
ue to the selfless way each had offered to help her without any specific reason.

  A cab door opened and Sheila slipped inside.

  With seven flashes, Savannah confirmed the route.

  Winnipeg James Armstrong Richardson International Airport was not a large airport. Only three American destinations were available to Denver, Minneapolis, and Chicago.

  One quick flash more and Savannah had confirmed Sheila’s flight was to Chicago and leaving from gate 3. A further flash past airport security and Savannah had a perfect spot to observe the waiting area for the flight.

  Sheila walked in with only her purse and laptop bag and sat near the gate. Before too long, the passengers were called to board the plane.

  Savannah flashed into the rear lavatory of the jet. The plane was not very full, so her walk from the back of the plane was not long. As luck had it, Sheila sat alone in a row of three. Savannah, without a word, sat beside her.

  The flight crew, too busy with their trained actions, did notice one extra female Caucasian passenger that seemed normal and in a safe spot.

  During the flight, Sheila and Savannah began to talk…and laugh…and then the attraction, for Savannah, grew physical. She wanted to please Sheila, much the same as she did Gerald.

  Gerald, of course, was why Savannah had been in Winnipeg. Looking for him and his truck. She wanted to save him before the eviction.

  Now, suddenly, she wanted to save Sheila as well…

  XII

  December 4, 2016…somewhere between O’Hare Airport and downtown Chicago

  Sheila groaned, and for just a brief moment, stopped breathing.

  Savannah released her and began to simply lick.

  A scream of such pleasure came from Sheila, one that none had ever heard before. Her breath flooded back as her orgasm simply filled the vehicle.

  “Holy shit, that was awesome!” Nigel cheered, then squealed tires as he realized he was not focused on the road enough and had them aiming towards the meridian. “Fucking awesome!”