Inside

by Kyra Anderson

  Hell if I remember.

  “Mr. Christenson,” he said, his eyes going wide when he saw me follow the leader of the Commission. “Sir…is…isn’t that…”

  “Oh, Frank, how rude,” Dana chortled, turning to me and reaching his hand out. I place my hand in his and am pulled to the conversation. “You have already been intimately acquainted with Little Lily.”

  “W-well…yes, sir, I-I guess I have…” he muttered, looking me over. I turn shyly away, giving him an alluring smile. I need the practice after all. “Sir…I…I—”

  “Oh, don’t be so flustered,” Dana assured, patting him on the shoulder before straightening his collar and tie. “If you had done anything I didn’t expect you to do, trust me, you would have found yourself on the table next to her.” He straightened the lapel of the suit and patted Frank’s cheek. “You did your part.”

  Dana breezed past him. I turn back to the guard and smile, carefully moving my hips in perfect time as I walk to him. Wrapping one hand around the back of his neck, I lean up, rising slightly on my toes to whisper in his ear, feeling the shiver wrack his body from my breath.

  “You certainly did…” I murmur.

  My finger expertly hooks itself in his belt and I smile against his face.

  “Thanks…”

  I pull away and walk to Dana, who is waiting for me.

  “Very well done,” he complimented. I smile at him and roll my wrist in front of my chest to show him my prize as the last door closes behind us, bringing us into the main offices of the Commission.

  “Want one?” I ask, shaking the almost-full carton of cigarettes.

  “Why not?” Dana shrugged, opening his office door and allowing me in. I tuck the carton into my cleavage and turn to him, stepping backward to lean against the front of his desk. He closed the door behind us and walked over, smiling.

  “Are you not going to have one?”

  “I will,” I assure, grabbing his tie and pulling him to me. “I’ve always wanted to try smoking a cigarette after being fucked…”

  “I think that can be arranged,” he whispered. His lips crash on mine, hungry, biting and nipping, his arm extending behind me and sweeping everything off the desk easily. His hands are on my hips, hard, strong, lifting me onto the smooth surface of the desk. I lift my leg to hook over his hip, pulling him closer, one of my hands hiking up my skirt and flashing the top band of my stockings. He smiled and bit his lip before looking up at me with a hungry fire.

  “I like those…”

  * *** *

  Three days of mundane tasks and I am starting to understand why Dana used to go so stir crazy in the Commission. I have been following Dana around for three days, force fed meals and bored out of my mind as he forces me to help him file things away and learn the way he handles the Commission.

  It’s a “watch and learn” experience.

  And I am completely bored.

  He does nothing but read the things that the Central office drops off for him, which is currently about the manhunt for the strange angel creature and the remaining survivors of the Central Angels.

  It’s boring.

  All survivors are in the holding cells.

  And Chris is already in the back. I saw him on the random walk-around Dana and I did the other day.

  I entertain myself by teasing Sean and the others who come into the office. Some of them recognize me, others don’t, but all of them hardly interact with me until I get bored and introduce myself. Then, I do what Dana told me to do. I find their weaknesses, study the way they look at me, allowing my instincts to take over when reading their body language and deciding how to act further.

  I had managed to fluster most of the men easily, but the women were much harder. I had not expected it to be difficult to get a woman to react. After three failed attempts with Sarah, one of the scheduling aids, I finally got a reaction out of her while Dana was on the phone. Touch was a last resort. After my fingers brushed her chest when I reached for her necklace to compliment it, her body shivered and she looked at me with a slightly confused, frightened, and interested look.

  I return from brushing my teeth furiously after my lunch that third boring day to find Danielle Markus in the office with Dana. It is the first time I have seen her in a very long time. She looked different. She was pretty and strong and it was obvious that she was a driven woman, but her face was showing its age, and there was a tension in her shoulders that got much worse when she saw me.

  “Well, Mrs. Markus,” I greet with a smile, closing the door behind me and walking forward, bypassing the handshake and hugging her. She is frightened, and I know exactly why.

  “L-Lily…”

  “It’s so good to see you again,” I grin amiably. “How have you been?”

  “Um…well…I-I’ve been well,” she said nervously. “Um, I wonder, if you could excuse us.” She forced a smile.

  “Oh, there is no need to be so awkward, Mrs. Markus,” I assure, brushing past her and walking to Dana’s side, sitting on the desk and crossing my legs as Dana drifted the back of his fingers over the exposed side of my thigh, his eyes still focused on Mrs. Markus, just like mine. “There are no secrets between the two of us.”

  “Dana…you didn’t tell me that you…”

  “Had a new assistant?” Dana completed. “Little Lily is more than an assistant, she is my partner in the Commission.” He took a deep breath. “Which reminds me, prepare on the agenda her introduction—or reintroduction, I suppose—to the Commission meeting this Saturday.”

  I smile, glancing at him briefly before turning my eyes back to the flustered main advisor for the Commission of the People.

  “S-sir?”

  “You heard me.”

  “Dana, she is a known criminal, her parents are out there, as well as the parents of the children she conned into her revolution. Did you forget that I lost Clark because of her?!” she snapped.

  “You didn’t lose him. He’s in the back, I saw his file.” I roll my eyes.

  “You little bitch,” Mrs. Markus snarled.

  “Ladies, ladies,” Dana smiled, stopping the words coming out of my mouth. “As much as I would love to see this come to scratching and hair-pulling, the Persian rug is brand new, and I do not wish to stain it with blood.” I smile at the indignant expression on Mrs. Markus’ face. I am going to have a lot of fun playing with her…I wonder how long she’ll last.

  “Danielle, be a darling, and work it into the schedule,” Dana smiled.

  “Fine,” she bit. “Also, the car will be ready for you at eight-thirty this evening,” she said, acid dripping from her voice.

  “Wonderful. Thank you, Danielle,” Dana complimented, honey dripping from his voice, which calmed her. She still looked upset, but her shoulders relaxed of their own accord. “You may go.”

  She left as Dana and I turned to one another.

  “Whenever you two actually have it out, make sure I’m in the room,” Dana breathed, leaning down and kissing my knee before standing and walking around the other side of his desk to his table, sifting through the papers along the surface.

  “What’s going on at eight-thirty?” I press, swiveling on the desk to look at him.

  He turned to look over his shoulder.

  “It’s a surprise…”

  As had happened at random intervals the previous days, my attempts to get any information out of him end in a hurried, flustered, hungry fuck in his office that we both relish immensely, even though neither of us really desire the romp.

  At eight-thirty, we walk through a passage in the back of Dana’s office that leads into the area of the car elevators. I look at him with a small smile.

  “That’s sneaky.”

  Sean was waiting for us near the closest open elevator door, the car idling inside.

  “Dana, Miss Sandover.” He nodded to us, motioning to the car. I wink at Sean as I pass. I have been begging Dana to let me have a few hours with the head of security, but Dana is adam
ant that I am to keep my hands off his Sean until I prove that I am able to control myself properly, a statement that makes me pout.

  As Dana had said, denying me is the only way to effectively punish me.

  Sean drove us silently to our destination, followed by two security cars and a large entourage of vans that I had never seen before. Once I get bored of waiting to reach wherever the hell we are going, I lean down in the back seat to suck Dana off, a random whim I decide to follow to tantalize Sean.

  Dana did not stop me, but released a quiet chuckle to let me know that he understood what I was doing.

  Sean was silent, but the few times I cast my eye to the rearview mirror, I see him staring.

  When I sit straight again, we are close to the airport.

  We drive through two large gates opened for us by uniformed members of the American military, and drive onto the airstrip of the darkened airport, continuing toward the back of the terminals.

  Glancing at my watch, I realize it is only nine at night, and it seemed strange that everything was so dark around the airport.

  “We close the airport every now and then when we’re expecting a shipment,” Dana said.

  “A shipment?”

  There was a tap on the window and Dana rolled it down, allowing both of us to look at the man outside.

  “The plane was delayed on its departure. It will be here in thirty minutes, sir.”

  “Very well, we will wait,” Dana nodded, rolling the window back up and unbuckling his seatbelt. I wait for an explanation. “It’s a surprise for you…a gift, actually.”

  “You bought me something?”

  “I bought you a lot of somethings,” he grinned slyly. He turned his body to me and rested a hand on my thigh, which makes me shiver, still turned on from my oral service to Dana earlier. “You were so kind to me, I figure I should repay you…” he said, his strong fingers moving my legs apart.

  I turn my body and open my legs for him as he lowered himself closer to the seat.

  “Can you two not do that, please?”

  “Oh, Sean, that’s just cruel,” Dana teased, his breath ghosting over my thigh. I am doing my best to put on a show for the head of security, eager to get him hot and bothered so he would seek me out—without Dana’s approval—and fuck me. There was something about his energy, his being, that made him irresistible. “You allowed Little Lily to service me, and then you expect her to sit here unsatisfied?”

  “I feel like I’m the slab of meat being fought over by two lions…” Sean grumbled. “Don’t think I don’t know the games you play, Dana. You both were looking at me while that was going on.”

  “You should have been watching the road,” I breathe.

  “And you are our slab of meat…” Dana grinned. “Don’t pretend you don’t enjoy it.” His head moved down to me again, trapping my clit in heat and moisture. It was a good thing I didn’t wear panties that day.

  “I don’t enjoy it, Dana—will you stop!”

  “Stop being so stiff,” I groan. “Oh…I guess that is the problem to begin with,” I giggle.

  Sean rolled his eyes.

  “It was bad enough when there was only one of you…”

  “Come back here and join us,” I tease. Dana pinched my thigh, but I ignore it and moan for Sean. “Come on…I’ve already sucked him off, he won’t be able to get it up any time soon. I need someone to come back here and fuck me.”

  “Hey, you little bitch,” Dana smiled, biting the inside of my thigh. “I can get it up just fine.”

  “Prove it.”

  “I hate both of you,” Sean sighed, getting out of the car and slamming the door behind him. I turn to Dana and we both start chuckling.

  “It’s fun to work him up…” Dana smiled.

  “Think he’s hard?”

  “Probably not,” Dana admitted. “He was probably getting hard and that’s why he left.”

  “Why can’t I play with him?” I whine.

  “You can, just not yet.”

  I sigh and roll my eyes, looking at him with raised eyebrows.

  “Can you really get it up again so soon?” I ask, skeptical.

  He grabs my ankle and pulls it to his groin, allowing the top of my foot to press into his hard cock.

  “I’m impressed…”

  It’s a fast fuck in the limo that does not even muss up our hair, though I do have to adjust my clothes when I get out of the car.

  I am excited for my presents, though I have no idea what they are. Knowing I need to work on my patience, I do not ask Dana, waiting to see for myself.

  The cargo plane moves closer and stops, the engine slowly winding down as I wait patiently with Dana.

  Five minutes later, the steps are rolled out to the plane and seven people, two women and five men, descend out of the plane to greet us.

  “Mr. Christenson,” a woman smiled with a thick French accent. She’s not particularly pretty, but her face looks younger than her age with the way her hair is pulled back tightly.

  “Madame Duchamp,” Dana greeted with a flawless accent, taking her hand before kissing her on each cheek. “This is little Lily Sandover, my partner in the Commission.”

  “Miss Sandover,” she said, reaching her hand out. I also lean forward and kiss her on both cheeks, smelling her faint perfume.

  “We just need your signature,” she said, grabbing the clipboard from the man behind her and extending it with a pen to Dana. I watch as he looks over the papers, tapping the pen on the board.

  “Madame Duchamp, you and I have shared a wonderful relationship, of course, but I don’t always trust what they put on these slips…” he said, glancing at the French woman.

  “Of course,” she grinned knowingly, motioning for us to follow her. Dana nods to me and we both walk across the tarmac to the plane, ascending the metal steps as my stomach jumps excitedly. I can hardly wait to see my presents…

  I step into the plane, following Dana as we move into the back. The two men who followed us pulled out flashlights and shined them into the space of the cargo. My heart leaps in excitement and I turn to Dana with wide eyes as he smiles at me.

  “What do you think?”

  I grab the flashlight from the man next to me, turning it to the cargo and stepping forward, shining it on each unique face, looking at the ones with darker skin, the ones with narrow eyes, the ones with similar faces to ours…all of them cringing away from the light and shivering in fear.

  “What is this?” I ask in wonder.

  “Well…our medical programs always need subjects. It’s one of the biggest businesses in America,” Dana explained, stepping to my side with another flashlight and casting it around the men and women. “A few decades ago, we had quite an assortment of subjects as it was. After all, we don’t just test for Americans, but for all over the globe, and to know how each medicine or technique works on each person, we need variety.”

  “Slaves?”

  “Criminals,” Dana corrected, walking up the second of six rows of at least eighty people, crammed into the space, chained together in their sitting positions. “Of course, some of the countries are desperate for money, and they round up the homeless and prostitutes and sell them into auction.”

  “You bought them at auction?” I giggle. “Big spender.”

  “Like I said, we make a lot of money off them,” Dana grinned. “Besides, since they outlawed animal testing, the techniques have become a lot more precise, since test subjects are so expensive now.”

  “And these are for me?”

  “I’m letting you handle them, yes,” Dana said. “You will handle their paperwork, assign them to various areas of the holding cells—which you now understand—and make sure you look over all their blood work for our little side project.”

  I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him close in the dark cargo hold, kissing him in front of everyone, thanking him for my presents.

  * *** *

  Two days later was the day of the Com
mission meeting. I am so busy with my new pets that I hardly notice the time go by. However, as the pets are all assigned to their pens and put on a schedule for their blood work, I am left without their entertainment. I had a total of four hundred, seventy-nine new pets, and I was anxious to get their blood work back so I could assign some to the Machine of Neutralization project.

  Dana even allowed me to work out the price of each pet based on their sex, age, and ethnicity. It was one of the most fascinating undertakings I had ever had and it taught me much about what I had never known about our endeavors in the Commission of the People.

  Then, I am reminded of the Commission meeting, and suddenly, that is all I can think about.

  Dana changed into an expensive suit, and I pick a sexy set of lingerie to wear under my skirt and blazer to feel more empowered.

  I am not nervous as I walk with Dana to the meeting room, arriving at exactly eleven, when the guards closed the doors loudly. Mrs. Markus walked up to the podium, going through the ceremony of opening the meeting while I look around the room in fascination at the amount of familiar faces, and the amount of shocked stares I am getting.

  The room looks very different from this angle. It looks much bigger, much more like a theatre. It brings out the artist in me.

  “Now, we will start the meeting with our leader, Mr. Dana Christenson, and his news pertaining to the leadership of the Commission of the People,” Danielle said, turning to us.

  We walk forward, my stride long and confident, trying to thrust my now-fuller bosom into the cleavage of my shirt as I feel my hair bounce around my face. I am the most powerful, sexiest being in the world, and not only did I expect them to be enthralled at seeing me, I could feel their rapture.

  “Ladies and gentlemen,” Dana greeted, standing next to the podium with me at his side. I look around the room, spotting parents of children I had once known, and catching sight of Sean standing in the back corner. There are two particularly shocked faces that make me smile and one more face that I am surprised to see in the audience.

  “As you can see, and as I can tell from your surprised faces, I have someone very special here with me tonight. Many of you already know her…in fact, I’m sure all of you do. This is my assistant, Miss Lily Sandover and, as of today, I have made her partner in the leadership of the Commission of the People.”