The Telepathic Clans Omnibus
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In the room, Brenna turned up her Glam and gave him a burst of pheromones. Turning, she lifted her hair over one shoulder, baring her zipper. He moved behind her and pulled it down, slipping his hands inside and peeling her dress down her arms. His hands slid around her and his huge hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them hard, just short of pain. She gasped, throwing her head back against his chest. One of his hands moved down across her stomach, lower, inside her panties, cupping her and spreading her legs. One long finger pierced her and he lifted her almost off her feet. Pleasure flooded her, radiating from his hand throughout her body and setting off fireworks in her head. Her knees gave way and only his hands kept her upright.
When she finished shaking, she moved away from him and turning, finished undressing. Watching him, she eyed the largest male organ she had ever seen, even in a porno movie. Standing in front of him, her eyes were on the level of his nipples.
She reached her arms out and said, “Pick me up.”
He cradled her bottom in his huge hands and lifted her without effort. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He bent his head to kiss her, their mouths meeting, savoring, exploring. The soft skin of his hard shaft rubbed against her slick folds. Writhing, she managed to sheath him in her to the hilt and they let out a simultaneous moan, “Ohhh. My. God.”
He moved, stretching her and she felt her heat rising as his deep, strong thrusts sent her soaring over the edge, then before she came down, he lifted her again, driving her to an even higher peak. Her world narrowed to the feel of him inside her. Lowering her to the bed, he drove into her harder and faster, filling her as no one ever had. He plunged into her until he was close, but not wanting to lose him, she pushed him away and worked him to his climax with her hands and mouth. In return, he pleasured her with his mouth, deftly licking and sucking, driving her into a frenzy and twice bringing her to orgasm.
Very pleased, they exchanged cell phone numbers. They stroked each other, kissing and chatting, until he slipped his hand between her legs and kindled the coals of her desire into a raging bonfire.
Blasting him with pheromones, she aroused his attention again, mounting and sheathing him with a cry of joy. In her experience, men were much slower the second time and she rode him for over an hour, his mouth feasting on her breasts and her lips, his hands teasing her nipples, her clit, clenching her buttocks. Twice during that time, she received spears from her Protectors checking to see if she was all right, the first time from Jeremy, then later from Rebecca.
Oh, yeah, I’m doing just fine
My God, he’s as big as a horse!
Rebecca started to withdraw, but Brenna invited her to stay. She felt Rebecca’s hesitation, but her curiosity won out. When he finally reached his climax, spilling into her, Brenna discovered that a man that big, an athlete in his prime, held a very large reservoir of life energy. It poured into her, escalating her orgasm to tremendous heights. She felt Rebecca jolt, sharing her orgasm and the Glow his energy created.
She cleaned up, dressed, and met Jeremy in the hall.
“That’s quite a Glow,” he grinned. “Have a good time?”
Suddenly self-conscious, Brenna blushed. On the elevator down, she asked him, “Do you think I’m a slut? Honestly, Jeremy, what do you think of what we’re doing?”
“Only a man of low quality would use such a word. If a man can’t appreciate a woman who is willing to share herself, her pleasure with him, then he’s an idiot,” Jeremy said.
“Brenna, I’ve known succubi all my life, and enjoyed spending time with both Siobhan and Cindy on occasion. It’s who you are, and speaking for myself, I think you’re wonderful. You bring joy to people, and there’s far too little of that in the world.”
She digested that. “What do you think of Rebecca?”
He reached out and hit the stop button. With an intense look on his face, he said, “Rebecca is one of the finest women I’ve ever met. She’s smart, brave, and loyal.” He smiled, “And damned good looking, too. I don’t know what she’s told you about herself or what you’ve heard, but her problem isn’t a problem to the people she works with.”
He punched the button to start the elevator again. “Women such as you and Rebecca and Callie deserve to be put on pedestals. A woman who’s willing to share her affection happily and freely is a treasure.”
They were joined in the lobby by his team and Rebecca. Brenna shot a sharp glance at her friend, who appeared to be Glowing. When they reached their room, Rebecca gushed, “Jesus, that was awesome. I’ve never had an orgasm like that in my life.”
“You had an orgasm?”
“Oh, hell yes. You kicked me over and the boyos I was with in the bar thought I was having an epileptic seizure.” She shook her head in mock sorrow, “But I’m afraid you’ve ruined me. Sex will never be the same again.”
“You’re Glowing.”
Rebecca’s smile widened, “Am I? Well, thank you very much. I feel like I’m walking on air.”
“Rebecca, you know you can talk to me about any kind of problems, don’t you?”
Stiffening and looking away, Rebecca said, “I don’t have any problems, except trying to coordinate everyone tomorrow. Well, good night.”
~~~
When Siobhan came to take them to breakfast the next morning, she took one look at Rebecca, then turned to Brenna.
“You’re taking on hitchhikers?” Siobhan shook her head, “Brenna, don’t do that, you’ll ruin her.”
After breakfast, they piled into the limo and drove uptown to the design shop owned and run by Alice Callaghan for the past hundred years. Although Alice had ‘died’ twice, and the shop was now officially owned by her granddaughter, there was no doubt among the knowledgeable as to who was still in charge. She had sewn most of Brenna’s mother’s clothes.
As their appearance changed so slowly, telepaths had to change their identities several times during their long lives. Many changed careers, or in Seamus’ case dropped out of the world entirely. At one hundred thirty years of age, Alice was an attractive, vivacious middle-aged woman whose brown hair was streaked with gray.
Things had changed in the custom clothing design industry in the hundred years since Alice first opened the shop, and she had not stayed behind. The first thing she had the three young women do was strip to the skin and stand on a platform where an electronic scan was made of their bodies. Feeding their measurements into a computer, Alice explained she could generate the patterns for any kind of clothing they might order.
She also scanned Callie, as her measurements were three years old. “You haven’t been to see me in a while, Miss Callista. I was beginning to wonder if you’d found another dressmaker.”
Siobhan was a regular customer, and that day was in for a final fitting for her Solstice gown, formfitting, strapless and fire engine red.
Alice read off their measurements. “Almost exactly your mother’s measurements,” she told Brenna. “About half an inch larger in the bust and half an inch wider in the hips.”
“See? I’m a fat ass,” Brenna told Callie.
There was a sharp smacking noise, and Brenna jumped, turning around to stare wide-eyed at Alice, holding the part of her anatomy that had been slapped.
“That’s not fat, and that’s not where you’re bigger,” Alice told her. “You’re half an inch wider between the pelvic crests, and watch your language, young lady.”
Irina stared wide-eyed, Rebecca was choking, trying not to laugh, and Callie and Siobhan were chuckling.
That could have been you, Miss Potty-mouth, Brenna told Rebecca through a directed mental thread.
Yeah, but it wasn’t, and you can bet I’ll be watching my language.
“Young lady,” Alice told Irina, “you have been able to get away with not exercising because of your age and being a succubus, but unless y
ou want that nice, soft figure to degenerate into cellulite and mush, you need to spend more time in the gym.”
She praised Rebecca, “My dear, you have the most incredible body. It’s obvious you take good care of yourself. If you ever want to model, I’m sure I can get you some work here in New York.” Rebecca beamed. “I do hope, though, that you’ll do something with that hair before you appear in public in one of my dresses. I would call it a crime, but that would be too flattering.”
Brenna smirked at Rebecca.
Alice sat down with each of them and discussed colors, both their preferences and what she thought would look best on them. An assistant took each of the women aside and showed them computer-generated pictures of women with bodies similar to theirs, wearing different kinds of clothes, different colors, and asking them to rate the clothing on a scale of one to three. They also showed them different fabrics, asking if they liked how the fabric looked and how it felt, not just how it felt on their hands, but against their arms, legs, breasts and cheeks.
After two hours, the girls, clothed again, sat down with Alice. “All right, we have your measurements, your preferences. We know what we think looks good on you, and what you think looks good on you. So, what are we doing?”
Brenna leaned forward, “We each want six evening dresses, six cocktail dresses for nice occasions, six club dresses, at least two of those LBDs, foundation garments, and a line of upscale casual clothing for both indoors and out. We also each need a dozen business suits, half for warm and half for cold weather. Two of mine for each season should be pantsuits, but you’ll have to ask them about their preferences. I think Rebecca probably wants more pants than skirts, but that’s up to her. Blouses, of course, and accessories. I’d also appreciate recommendations of what to buy, and where, for things you don’t carry.”
Gasps came from the two young women sitting beside her. “And don’t listen to them as far as cutting back. I’m paying, and I’m not going to argue with anyone about it. I’ve worn hand-me-downs and garbage my whole life, and I’m not going to be ashamed of how I look anymore.”
“Do you know what that’s going to cost?” Alice studied her.
“Yes, ma’am, I do. Alice, we all just graduated from college. We’re starting out in our professional lives, our social lives, and all we have is stuff that keeps us from being arrested, clothes off the rack from the cheapest stores. You know how hard I am to fit, and I can’t imagine Irina’s much easier, all those curves and tiny as an elf. And Rebecca, well, she’d look good in a gunny sack, but I don’t want to be seen with her in one.”
Alice answered her with peals of laughter.
“Well, Brenna O’Donnell, you definitely know your mind as well as Maureen did. I’ll take your money. For foundation garments, will you take what I think is appropriate, style and quantity?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Two of you are succubi. Do you want these clothes to reflect that, or be more conservative?”
“For me, about two-thirds succubi wear, one-third more conservative,” she looked at Rebecca, “Conservative or …?”
“Brenna? You said you weren’t going to do this,” Rebecca pleaded.
“I said I’d spend one week’s income. That’s what I promised.”
“Jesus, how much do you make?”
“I told you, none of your business. Now, do you want to dress sexy or not?”
Callie sent Brenna a thread, Before or after taxes?
I don’t think I got that specific.
Callie chuckled.
The rest of the week, in between stops at Alice’s shop to make decisions on fabrics, colors, and styles, they went shopping for shoes, boots, purses, coats, makeup, and other things. Brenna also spent an afternoon with Alice learning more about her O’Neill shielding Gift which they shared.
They took Rebecca to a fancy hair salon and had her hair done to Alice’s specifications. Tossing her head and letting her hair settle back into place, her smile lit up the room. The others agreed Rebecca had never looked better.
But the highlight of the week for everyone was Brenna taking her mother’s jewelry to the appraiser’s. Prior to leaving on the trip resulting in their deaths, Brenna’s parents left an ornately-carved box with her. They told her that if anything ever happened to them, to sell the jewelry to pay for her college education. Through several foster homes, she had hidden the box, and had qualified for scholarships and grants to pay for college. Surprised to discover Brenna still had it, Callie insisted the jewelry be appraised for insurance purposes, but even she was stunned at the final number.
Her friends watched in awe as the appraiser pulled incredible piece after incredible piece from the box.
“Twenty-seven point five million dollars?” Brenna’s eyes were big as saucers.
“Twenty-seven million, five hundred seventeen thousand dollars, yes,” the old man replied. “It’s a rather remarkable collection, with some very unique pieces.”
The signature piece, a sapphire, diamond and platinum necklace and earrings had appraised at ten and a half million dollars, “I have never seen a matched set of sapphires this large that are this perfect.” A ruby and gold necklace was valued at two and a half million, “A truly incredible piece.”
He estimated a collar necklace with five rows of diamonds she had loaned Rebecca for her first dinner with the family at seven hundred fifty thousand, the matching bracelet one hundred fifty thousand, and the earrings at fifty thousand.
“I was wearing a million dollars’ worth of diamonds?” Rebecca breathed.
The pearls were judged to be of the highest quality. More than two dozen pieces were valued at six figures.
“You hid this in the back of your closet under the laundry hamper?” Rebecca asked.
Numb and clutching the box to her chest, Brenna stumbled out of his shop into the limo. “I need a drink.”
~~~
Chapter 2-3
We are all ready to be savage in some cause. The difference between a good man and a bad one is the choice of the cause. - William James
Taking advantage of the opportunity Brenna’s shopping trip afforded them, Collin and his security forces scheduled an operation to take out the succubi hunting teams in New York.
Six weeks before, Irina Moore had come to New York to interview for a job as an interpreter at the UN. A man she met there gave her an invitation to a charity event. When she attended it, a team of succubi hunters tried to intercept her.
Their plans had been derailed by Siobhan O’Conner and Brenna’s redheaded alter ego, Samantha. They spirited her out of the trap. When Caroline O’Connell, the Senior Vice President of O’Donnell Group in New York, went to Irina’s hotel to retrieve her luggage, the hunters ambushed them. Subsequently, a deadly succubi-hunting team in DC had been dealt with, but the leaders in New York were still operating.
Jayson O’Rourke, O’Donnell’s Director of Operations, had promised Irina he would ensure she got another shot at the position she’d applied for at the UN. Having now taken a job with the Clan, she was no longer interested in the UN job, but the groundwork had been laid for her to resume the interview process if she chose. With Irina’s help, they reactivated her application and scheduled interviews.
During her previous trip, she completed her initial interviews and had a second day of interviews scheduled. Of the people she interviewed with the first time, only one wanted to meet with her again. It was the man who gave her the invitation to the charity event. Irina told the O’Donnell strike team that he originally wasn’t on her interview list, but was added after her first three interviews.
“Are you comfortable with this?” Callie asked Irina, carefully watching her face. The young succubus looked as though she should still be in high school.
“Well, I won’t say I’m not scared, but I want to do it,” Irina said, twisting a long strand of blonde hair around her finger.
Shaking her head, Callie pressed, “You’ve told me you’re not a br
ave person. You know what happened when we used Brenna as bait for these people.”
“Yeah, I know,” Irina’s voice softened and she dropped her gaze. She stared at her lap for a full minute, then lifted her cornflower blue eyes. “All my life, my Mom has been afraid, hiding. She and Dad don’t have much of a life. I guess I made a decision that I don’t want to live that way when I approached Siobhan and Samantha.”
Her eyes focused and the blue seemed to grow darker. “Callie, I’m always going to be small. Rebecca calls me a mini-succubus. She doesn’t say it to be mean, but I get tired of people treating me like a child. I want what she has, what Brenna has. People’s respect.” Her expression grew intense. “The only way people are going to respect me is if I earn it. I know there are a lot of different ways to do that, but doing something even though I’m scared is one way to earn respect from myself. And that’s where I have to start.”
With Irina’s help, Rebecca built and implanted a construct in the young succubus’ mind. She explained it to Irina as being a stage set, intended to fool another telepath. Constructs were often used to create false identities. In this case, it recreated the Irina that existed prior to her meeting the Clan. The construct didn’t contain her knowledge of the Clan and reinstated her leaky shields. The real Irina still existed as a watcher underneath. Only she or someone with the Lindstrom Gift could see the construct or collapse it.
With Brenna hitchhiking in her mind underneath the construct, Irina met with the UN official for her interview.
“I hope you’re feeling better,” Konrad Rosenberg smiled at the diminutive girl sitting nervously in his office.
“Oh, yes sir,” Irina smiled nervously, “I think it must have been some sort of food poisoning. I felt fine when I met with you, but that evening I became deathly ill. I’m fine now.”
“It’s too bad you didn’t have the opportunity to attend the party I gave you the invitation for,” he said.
“Oh, no, I went,” Irina assured him. “I don’t know if it was what I ate before I went, but I got sick while I was there.”