“I’ve spent a few weekends with clients. A boat at the Gold Coast, a hut in the mountains, depending on preferences.”
“And love in free nature?”
“Naturally.”
Reginald grinned. “So.” We had reached the lecture room door, where our classmates already were waiting. They nodded at us, we nodded back. Reginald watched the door. “Thirty new delinquents.”
“Who are waiting to be initiated by you. Are you prepared?”
“Never. But I know you are at my side—what could happen?”
Reginald disappeared through the door. He’d now congratulate the newbies, as Tim had done with us two years ago. Thirty of fifty-thousand this time, who could begin a study of Dragon technology, and we, the third-year students, would introduce them to culture and social life as coaches.
Finally, they came spilled out to meet their coaches. Who would the draw have assigned to me? A girl in black clothes that looked very familiar to me, aimed straight at me—June.
Chapter Sixty-Four
“Hello June,” I welcomed her, hugged her and kissed her cheek. She only hesitated briefly, and then she returned the hug. Good! So she also received a real kiss.
If she’d been surprised, she could control herself well, because she totally gave in to the kiss. Damn—she could kiss!
Before it could become embarrassing, she let me go. “Hello, Jo. I wouldn’t have expected to meet you here. But I’m especially happy that you are my coach.”
“I was surprised for a moment, too,” I admitted. “Well—according to the plan, we now have a little time to get to know each other. May I invite you for a coffee?”
“As if we didn’t know each other yet.” June grinned. “But yes—gladly. Where do you go in Melbourne for a coffee?”
“Oh, there are lots of options. But did you see a building inside another before? Let’s go to the post office.”
She frowned and then followed me.
“So you land in Melbourne after a more than twenty-four hours flight and first go to a wellness brothel?” I asked across the rim of my cappuccino cup. “I think that’s unusual.”
“I simply was horny. You know, Jo, in direct sight of the family, I was basically under surveillance all the time. They don’t know I rather tend toward women—to learn about that would be a real shock for them. So I didn’t have an intimate friend at home—I didn’t dare to come out to any of my friends. Well, when the message of my selection came, Grandma gave me some money and said I should do myself something good. I thought I wouldn’t find any time for that during my studies, so I came to you. I believe that nothing better could have happened to me.” She sipped at her cup. “Only nobody at home may learn about it. My family would kill me, and you right with it.”
“Oh. So I must be grateful for you to find myself some illustrious new enemies?”
She made a face. “Pardon, Jo. It wasn’t meant this way. No, they won’t send killers after me.”
“Reassuring.”
“May I ask you something? Even if it’s slightly indiscreet?”
“Go ahead. I’m your confessor, your psycho doc, and your mate. You can tell me anything, from sexual diseases to your favorite enemy.”
“Okay. It was so—intense with you. Are you a lesbian?”
I didn’t have to contemplate that. “No, basically not. The sight of nude women doesn’t turn me on. But, on the other hand, sex means to me to give other people happiness. If that’s my calling, the gender doesn’t matter, or does it?”
June briefly thought about it. “No, indeed not.”
Chapter Sixty-Five
“Could I work with you, too?” June suddenly asked me after a shared dinner. I very much enjoyed the opportunities to casually meet her once a week, even if that cost me valuable working time. My clients had become used to my day off.
“Sure. Everyone can. Why?”
“Why not?”
“You have enough money, don’t you?” I already knew that June came from a rich family. I wasn’t shy to let myself be invited by her.
“I wouldn’t do it for the money,” June explained joyfully.
“But?”
“To have sex. It’s not easy to find a—well, open-minded friend. There aren’t any in my class. You’re not available. That’s okay,” she hastily added. “I mean, you need your time for you and your job. I don’t want to squeeze in. Moreover, you’re my friend, but you aren’t really interested. It’s great that I even can talk with you about it. So, I basically have nobody for a nice cuddle. My bed sometimes feels really empty at night. So I’d rather have a snuggly stranger than nobody, you know?”
I nodded. Yes, I knew similar motivations from other of our girls, even if primarily of heterosexual nature. I don’t want to commit myself, I don’t want this possessiveness, I don’t want relationship stress, I want the one-night stand without obligations. Very few wanted the cock without the man. So they said. Honestly—most of them needed the money and made up a motivation to embellish their situation. Their business—who was I to object?
“I can say I’m only doing women, can’t I?” June asked on.
I considered that. “In principle, yes,” I admitted. “But we’re not visited by lesbians often. You’d sit around a lot, and that doesn’t work well. I believe it would appear somewhat—well—snobbish if you’re too picky. Most of us are there to earn money.”
“Oh.” June appeared disappointed and contemplative.
“There are men who like to watch women make love. That would be another option.”
“And then I could make love with you, for example?”
“For example.”
“I believe then I wouldn’t care who’s watching.”
I doubted that very much. If it wasn’t for a truly nice man like Uncle Bob, this kind of play was rather unpleasant. I gladly shared my passion with the like-minded. But a spectator who wasn’t willing to give something in return, but instead wanked without caring about us, was rather unwelcome to me. Some even wanted to see us with a plastic penis, or at watersports.
“I believe, for the chance to be together with you, I’d even put up with doing it with a man,” June added.
She shrank back when I sat up erect in my seat and gave her a stern look. “That’s a no-go,” I sharply returned.
“What?”
Yes, perhaps she indeed didn’t understand. My voice became gentler. “To put up with it. That’s a no-go. We give lust, passion, joy, and we give full-heartedly. You must give yourself to it entirely, otherwise the clients will note that they’re not getting the full value. You can’t simply recline, spread your legs and wait until it’s over. Your primary goal is the shared climax, your satisfaction included. If a man can’t take you to the climax, you shouldn’t offer yourself.”
“Wow. You really identify yourself with it fully.” She leaned forward, too, and placed one hand on my knee. “I’ve put it the wrong way. I believe, if I can learn from you how my body feels lust, then I can also learn to feel lust with a man. Then I can also learn to give lust to a man. Or can’t I?”
“Yes, you can learn that.”
“Then I’ll start tomorrow. Important tasks shouldn’t be put off.”
Chapter Sixty-Six
June’s last remark had reminded me of a project that I had already put off for long enough—my second visit to the Frostdragon laboratories. The first and official visit had been one-and-a-half years ago. That was more than long enough to no longer connect the planned theft to me, if it was noticed at all. In fact, it was too long ago to assume that the security installations were still unchanged. On the other hand, there hadn’t been any reason to change them yet. Moreover, I had needed to finish some preparations first.
So I told Rosie I’d drop out the next weekend, invited June for a trip, and loaded my Pajero. The Friday night program had to be cancelled, too.
“A trip?” June asked. “Why?”
“Let’s say, it’s about education.
I’ll show you country and people. You’ll be a nice girl and do all I say. Okay?”
“Sounds like a riddle, but okay. What should I wear and pack?”
“You have a khaki-colored shirtdress, that’s perfect. And sturdy shoes.”
“Undies for three days?”
I gave her a punitive glance. “Did I say anything about undies?”
“You mean—without?”
“Exactly. Strictly without.”
June shrugged. “Okay—I rarely wear a bra anyway, so then without panties, too.”
“But bring socks and toiletries.”
“Where do we sleep?”
“In the back of my car.”
“And where do we wash ourselves?”
“At my water barrel.”
“Oh. So it’s a survival training?”
“Kind of.”
“I didn’t exactly mean it like that,” I explained with a grin.
June sat at my side in the car and had placed her bare feet widely spread on the panel. Her dress had slid up and bared her pubes.
“Bottomless makes me horny,” June admitted.
“That’s okay. Have you used a dildo before?”
“Vibrator? Yes, I have one that’s stimulating to the clit. Quite nice.”
“Okay. Listen. Until we’re back, your clit remains out of the game. On this trip, only your hole gets stimulation. I’ve got you a dong. Look in the glove box.”
June bent forward and managed to fetch the blister pack from the box without taking her feet down. “Oh. Anatomical shape?”
“Yes. You never had a bloke, right?”
“Right.”
“Then you have to familiarize yourself with the way a man feels. That’s what it’s for.”
June unpacked the plastic penis and tossed the wrap behind us. “No batteries?”
“Real cocks don’t vibrate, either. The form has to do. Take a rubber with it. Here.”
I handed her a condom of the lubricated type. Obediently, she unrolled it over the shaft.
“Okay.” June placed the tip to her crotch, hesitated another moment, then she slowly pushed the device some way into her vagina.
“Are you wet?” I asked.
“A bit.”
“That has to do. Men often aren’t very considerate. If the entrance is wet, the dong must go in all the way. Go.”
She pushed her toy all the way in. “Oh!” she cried out.
“Uncomfortable?”
“A bit. Are all men so large?”
“I’ve picked the longest,” I admitted. “Most men are shorter, so you can pull out a bit.”
“Okay. And now?”
“In and out, until you come. I have to focus on driving now.”
That came rather hard to me with the sounds of lust that June soon uttered. But somehow, I managed to stay in my lane. We had a twenty-hour drive ahead of us.
Chapter Sixty-Seven
After sixteen hours, shortly before midnight, we reached Woomera. The small village in the midst of the desert was home to Frostdragon researchers and workers during the week, but most of them retreated to Adelaide for the weekend. Thus, now, on Friday night, aside from the guards, only cockatoos, kangaroos, and flies lived here.
June interrupted her narration, with which she had kept us awake, and looked around curiously, until I had parked the car.
“Tired?” I asked.
“You bet,” June admitted. “I don’t know how you can hold out so long. Isn’t the driving strenuous?”
“Very. I think we’ll have a few hours’ break. Would you like to lie down in the back? I need to stretch my legs and come down a bit.”
As soon as June had reached the back, she fell asleep. I gave her an envious glance—my time hadn’t come yet. I had another task to complete on my agenda.
First, I exchanged top and shorts for the black skinsuit. It covered all but the head. There was a small hole in the crotch—some guys liked that. Now it primarily served for camouflage.
I pulled a matching mask over my head, and then I buckled a belt with a small pocket. That was all I needed.
I covered the two kilometers from our parking lot to the fence around the Frostdragon laboratories with a speedy trot.
There were many options to dealing with a high, barb-wired fence. You could cut it open, dig a tunnel, climb it and get stuck on the barb wire—or you simply crossed the gate. Naturally, the latter option wasn’t available to me. I instead climbed one of the lantern poles outside, which towered two meters above the fence. From above, there were only two meters forward and three meters down to the side behind the fence.
Two meters from standing was no problem for a trained sportswoman—and neither was rolling off inside. The simplest methods still were the best!
I measured my steps carefully. There were enough blind spots between the cameras to reach the building, but they left little room for mistakes.
You should expect the Lionhearts being able to afford better security. They surely could, but who had told them these wouldn’t suffice? That the wear of pivot and zoom equipment after a while would lead to a narrower field of vision or a changed timing? The producers didn’t advertise this information.
Without giving away all my tricks—through a roof window I got in undetected. The way to the laboratories then was easy, up to the code-lock protected door.
Now, I needed the infrared glasses and the spray. Yes, of course the most recently used keys were recognizable. You only couldn’t spot the order this way. To this end, you had to examine the direction in which the fingers wiped across the individual keys on their way to the next digit.
Four digits, four keys, and an additional code card reader. I needed a code card that worked here.
Like the one I had copied six months ago, when I had burgled the holiday flat of one of the company’s researchers in the Grampians, while he—tired from his all-day hike and content from an ample dinner with a tasty Shiraz—slept the sleep of the just.
I had learned about this holiday flat because he also rented it to colleagues—and one of them had been my client once and had taken me with him.
Now I fetched my copy. Would the card still match?
Click. The door to the laboratory slid open, and I glanced at the long rows of tidy and clean lab desks. No more research done here.
Chapter Sixty-Eight
No, one moment. The door had recently been used, but for what? I put the infrared glasses back on. Ah! The last desk in the corner showed a heat residue. Tidied up, but in use.
One computer with flat screen, mouse, keyboard, 3D glasses, and data glove occupied the otherwise empty lab desk. Some devices for the handling of nano machines rested on the sideboard, next to them a pile of data sheets, nothing exciting. The trash was empty.
But behind it—a note had missed it and slipped under the sideboard. I fetched it.
Nano essence charge 11-217 it read on top, and below was a brief checklist.
Nano fever risk—reduced below 1:10^8.
Analogy—extended guidance—to test.
Functional restrictions—activated—to test.
Signature—automatic activation upon injection—yet to test.
That told me little. I memorized the words and put the note back. Then I examined the devices.
One of them still held two ampoules, labeled 11-217. Two?
Normally, I only took my share. But here—if I took one and the researcher remembered that he had two, the theft would be spotted immediately. If I took both, there was a chance he’d think he had stored them both away, and would search first.
Determinedly, I stuffed both ampoules into a bubble-wrap bag. This in turn went into a condom, and then I pushed the knotted condom into my crotch through the hole in the skinsuit. Ouch—too dry.
Okay, time to leave. On pussy feet, I hurried back to the door—where a light came toward me. A guard on his tour! Crap. I dashed under one of the unused desks and tried to calm down my breath.
/>
The lab door opened with a quiet scratching. The guard came in, and the shine of his lamp wandered across the tables. Involuntarily I pulled my legs a bit closer—and chided myself as a fool. To move now!
But he hadn’t noticed anything. A short time later, he disappeared through the door to the next laboratory. From my desk, I could see his legs, his torso, and then his entire body. If he’d turn around now, I’d be busted.
He didn’t turn around, at least not at that moment. I didn’t want to take chances on it. Quickly, I hurried to my exit. While the other door closed behind the guard, my escape opened. With silent but fast steps, I hurried around the turn in the hallway toward the stairs—a foreboding told me that I’d better be far away before he’d come up with the idea to return to my lab.
The way outside led through my roof window again, which I carefully closed behind me, down the wall, across the open area, and back to the fence.
No lantern pole helped me on my way out. Instead I had to rely on my suit’s special fabric to resist the NATO barbed-wire’s sharp hooks. If not, I’d be in trouble explaining to June and subsequently wouldn’t be able to do my job for some weeks.
Well—the suit came from a special erotic goods provider. Its main purpose was to protect the bearer’s sensitive skin while the client would exhaust his powers with whips and the like. Of course, the fabric shouldn’t rip or burst open!
It worked. I only felt a brief plucking at one leg while I cautiously rolled to the other side. After my descent, I checked the spot. It was rough but undamaged. Great!
The suit was truly good. Sadly, I had to let the expensive item disappear after our return, but neither this item nor my loot should be found in my vicinity. When in a few years nobody remembered the story, I’d dig out both again.
Loser Page 15