I left Stacy alone for the day, letting Roger show her how the place worked. I noticed him sneaking peaks at her butt as she walked ahead of him, and filed that away for future use. Meanwhile, I thought up ideas for other uses of Stacy.
Then from there, it was off to the club, which was rapidly turning into a roaring success. The girls were inspiring a lot of business and doing their level best to sell a lot of drinks. All in all, the place was looking an awful lot like a license to print money.
It was also looking a lot like a great recruiting ground for me. I knew this little operation was going to need some muscle eventually, and all sorts of candidates kept walking through the door, yet so far, none of them seemed just right. While there were a lot of military guys, most of them were either still in or had just left and had exactly the wrong attitudes. There were plenty of tough guy types floating around, but most were just bullies or wannabe's. Not what I needed.
Tonight was different, though. As I scouted the minds of the guys in the club, I found someone who fit the profile. His name was Marcus White, he was a large man who looked like he stood about six foot five and weighed in at about 250 very solid pounds. From where I was looking he had the kind of face that looked extremely Germanic, almost to the point of him looking like a Viking, the long blonde hair framing the face completed the image.He had been an FBI agent for some time, but had been bounced out for pursuing an investigation that would have been politically harmful. Since then, he had been making a living doing private investigation and security work. He was hungry, he was pissed off at the government, and he was just about perfect. Of course, the approach would be difficult.
I did a quick scan of his mind for names of people I could use as an in, got one, and approached the table he was sitting at. Nodded toward a chair and he nodded back. "Are you Marcus?" I asked. "Mike Greely told me about you." He nodded. "Did some work for him a few months ago. What did he have to say?"
"That you do quality work and you're the kind to keep your mouth shut." I replied.
"Well, I'm not one to turn down a compliment. Are you looking to retain someone?" he asked.
"Well, come to think of it, I occasionally need some discreet digging done." I replied.
"My rates come in at three hundred per day plus expenses." he said, and handed me a card. I looked it over, made it look like I was thinking, and then said. "How does a five grand retainer sound?" He did his best not to look surprised.
"What kind of digging do you need done?"
"Nothing yet, but I have irons in the fire. Best to have someone who does quality work on standby." I nodded to a waitress and pointed to both of our glasses. She walked off to get refills.
"Just so you know, I'll do a lot of things, but I won't work for people who push drugs." He said and moved a patch of his wavy blonde hair out of his eyes.
"That's good. I do a lot of things but I avoid drugs like the plague, they draw too much attention from official people." The waitress brought the drinks and I handed her a ten and told her to keep it.
"Okay then, we got a deal. When do I get the five grand?" he said.
"Do you prefer cash or check?" I said.
"Cash is good, I'll give you a receipt."
"Cool, follow me to the office." We got up and made our way past various scantily clad ladies, and into the office, where Lori was busy talking on the phone to someone. When we came in she finished the conversation quickly and hung up.
"Anyone I know?" I replied.
"Got a couple of girls who want to audition, would you believe twins?" she said with a chuckle. I just kind of shook my head and laughed.
"Lately, very little surprises me." I said and walked to the safe, blocking it from view as I turned the tumblers and opened it. I took out a bundle of cash and handed it to Marcus. "There you go, your retainer."
He took a piece of paper off the desk. Wrote, "received $5,000 as retainer for services" and handed it to me. "Excellent I'll let you know when you're needed." Marcus turned and was about to walk out, then turned back to me. "Got a quick question. That short girl with the two tone hair and a bit on the curvy side?"
"Julie?" I asked to confirm.
"Yeah, that's her name. I wanted to know if you could find any information on her for me."
"She's cute, she's single, and she likes big guys with long hair. I'd say you've got a pretty good chance with her." I replied with a grin. Marcus raised his eyebrows then smiled the slightest bit and walked out.
Excellent. Phase three was now about ready, I'd just have to spend some time getting Marcus "prepped" to be on our side. Hopefully that wouldn't take too long. I walked back out into the bar, settled into a chair, and watched as Julie worked the stage for a number, and chuckled inwardly as Marcus walked up and slipped a few bills into her garter. Well, it looked like there was a chance someone was going to have fun tonight.
There was a tap on my shoulder, I turned and there was Theresa. Damn. I'd figured it was her night off. She smiled and leaned into my ear. "Buy me a drink sailor?" she said, and took a chair. I nodded to Teri, the bartender, and she walked up and got both our orders. I smiled at Theresa, even as I saw Lori look at me and lick her lips out of the corner of my eye. Theresa smiled back and leaned in to be heard above the music. "I'm a little ticked off at you," she said with a grin.
"Why is that?" I asked trying to look innocent.
"You failed to mention you owned this place," she said laughing.
"Well, with opening the bookstore and all, it kind of slipped my mind." I replied.
"Yeah right, wanna try that again?"
"Hmmmm. How about 'It feels odd to explain to a lady you've been occasionally sharing a bed with that you're about to open a club full of women with bare breasts.'"
She thought about that one. "Okay, that one I'll accept. Now then how do you feel about me baring my breasts to all these guys?"
I answered honestly. "Truth be told, I think it's a good thing. Breasts like those were made to inspire us men to greater heights of, uh, something or another." She laughed again.
"I swear, you're at your best when I catch you off guard." She sipped at her drink.
"Well it does bring me out at my most desperate." I changed the subject a little. "So how has your change in careers been for you?"
"Outstanding. I usually make more in a night here then I did in a week back at the hospital, and frankly, a lot of times it's more fun."
"Then I think we can call that a net win for you." She beamed.
"Maybe I could take you home and give you a private show?" she said as I felt her foot wiggle up the side of my leg.
"Maybe you could, I'm sure it would be worth seeing." She dimpled at that.
So from there, it didn't take long for me to pass control of the club over to Lori, and make my way to my car with Theresa in tow. She was wearing a short skirt and black silk blouse combo. As we got in and got moving, she said. "I made a quick stop at the bathroom, check under my skirt." I did, smiling as I slid my hand up her leg and found nothing but bare skin under my hand as I moved it up to her nether regions.
"Someone's feeling naughty tonight." I said.
"Oh dear, I'm so bad. I might need a spanking," she said in feigned horror.
"Hmm. I might just be in the mood to hand you one." I replied and pulled up to my apartment. I added yet another thing to my "to do" list; find a bigger place to live.
We stumbled up the stairs, mostly because I choose to walk behind Theresa, and was pinching her butt all the way up. She yelped and giggled as I did so, and frankly, I enjoyed the view.
Once we got inside, there were little in the way of preliminaries. As we stood in the hallway running to the living room, I simply slid down and put my head under her skirt as she opened her legs a little. I took some time to sample the taste of her already moist sex. She purred and groaned and grabbed my hair through the fabric of her skirt as I sucked her clit gently into my mouth. I could feel her juices flow even stronger as I worked her little bud with my tongue. I opened my pants and slowly stood up in front of her. I could feel my cock run along her pussy lips and feel the moisture of them coat me as I slid between them.
"You are such a tease," she said, panting into my ear.
"No, a tease is someone who does this with no intention of following through on it."
"Oh, are you going to follow through?" She said with a cocked eyebrow.
For an answer I lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around my hips. I could feel my cock almost enter her as I walked us both to the bedroom, but did my best not to let it as she panted into my ear. I practically threw her onto the bed and landed on top of her about a quarter second after she landed, then slid into her deeply as she recovered from the cushioned fall.
I reached down and grabbed her legs, pulling her closer on to me, and loving the feel of her tight wetness enveloping me as I did so. This was simple flat out fucking between us, and frankly, I loved watching her in this mode. She was a little more passionate than I remembered her being. I could feel her teeth do their best to nip at parts of me as I plundered her, and it became a game between us for me to bring myself close enough for her to try and nip me, and to pull away just as she tried.
With a quick shove, I threw her legs over my shoulders and just plain rammed into her hard. No subtlety, no finesse, just doing my best to act like a jackhammer on overdrive, and from the almost growling sounds she made, I had a feeling it was going over well. By the time I let go of my cum inside of her, I think she had shuddered in orgasm under me about three times, and we were both covered in sweat that seemed to bleed through the clothes we were both still wearing.
As we recovered, I could hear her mumble. "You fuck like a god."
I didn't quite know how to respond to that, so I simply said. "You bring out the best in me."
She smiled and pulled me close, and within a few seconds, she had settled into a gentle post coital nap.
So I lay there and, as I am known to do, I thought.
Theresa was an odd case for me. She was the first person to really be on the receiving end of what I could do. And, over time, she was becoming maybe my only real lover in the group. Not to knock any of them, by any means. Lori was my friend and hardcore fuck buddy. Karen was my student and ongoing experiment. I played daddy to her growing sense of womanhood and her hormonal urges. Kristine and Stacy were slaves and projects of mine. But frankly, Theresa was different. She kind of hit me where I lived. She was, in many ways, the best example I had ever seen of Robert Heinlein's quote about how 'A true lady takes of her dignity along with her clothes and does her whorish best'.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized that it bothered me that I really saw no role for her in our little group. Not that it was a bad thing, at her core she was a gentle soul, and would likely be shocked by some of the things I had done and would continue to do over time. She was a healer at heart, and I didn't think she would get into the whole "making the bad people pay" angle that I had developed.
But as I thought about it, I came to one conclusion. Everyone needs a friend, especially someone like me. I needed a person to provide a moral center for what I was, and what I was doing. I looked down at her, watching the rise and fall of her chest as I came to that realization, and thought. "Okay, I'm good with that. Let's see where it takes me."
I woke the next day and began working on some new plans. If I was going to be the powerful telepathic demi-god I was turning into, it was time to begin building a far larger base of power. Little did I know a key part of my plans would visit me as I was talking club business with Lori.
Teri the bartender answered the knock on the closed door of the club. It was about noon, so we weren't officially open yet. Right then, we were restocking and deciding how big the night's booze order should be. Teri let in a couple of well-dressed men with Slavic features and slightly dark skin, not quite olive and not exactly Arab. They were both handsome in brutal sort of way, and their suits, while nicely tailored, were also just a little gaudy. I mind scanned both of them as they approached. I smiled; it looked like the local representatives of the mob were here to visit, in this case, members of the Russian delegation. Oh well. I had kind of hoped that I was on the Sicilian side of town, but fortune seemed to hand me the Russians.
I stood as they approached the table. "Can I help you gentlemen?" I asked.
"Good afternoon, sir." one of them said. The sound of his English was flawless, and totally lacking in accent. My guess was he was ex-military. "I am Sergei Milikov and this is my associate Ivan." I noticed her put the emphasis on the second syllable of Ivan, for some reason that seemed important.
I gestured to the empty chairs at the table. The two men took their seats with grace. "Now then, gentlemen what can I do for you?" I asked once they got comfortable. "Can I get you a drink before we begin?"
"Whiskey for me." Sergei said, "And coffee for Ivan." I nodded to Teri, who went off and got their drinks. We exchanged small talk until she returned. After she left, Sergei took a drink of whiskey and smiled. "Single malt, I respect your taste."
"Thank you. I'm a believer in quality. So, what can I do for you gentlemen today?"
"My associate and I represent a firm that handles unusual circumstances insurance, and we were wondering if you might have an interest in such a thing." he said and straightened noticeably in his chair.
"And this insurance would protect me against?"
"Thieves, drug dealers, brawlers and others we could find a way to keep from your door."
"You interest me, strangely. What is the base cost of your policy?" I asked.
"Three percent of your gross profit, perhaps less for certain considerations," he said making eyes at Teri as she bent over to refill the beer cooler.
"Three percent, no considerations, and I think we have a deal." I replied as warmly as I could manage. Hell, I was acting too much like a pimp lately, and I'd be damned if these two were going to turn my bar into an outcall brothel. "When does my coverage begin?" I asked.
"Immediately, although we expect your first payment by next Friday, and weekly installments thereafter" he said with a smile now that the deal was sealed.
"Excellent. And you'll be here to receive payment?" I asked.
"Myself or Ivan, no one else. If anyone else attempts to collect your premium, be sure to let me know."
"Of course. It would be bad for both our businesses."
"Ahh good, you understand. Now, I'm afraid Ivan and I have business elsewhere. Thank you for your time Mr ..."
"Jones"
"Mr. Jones, I look forward to seeing you and this wonderful place again."
Lori waited till they walked out. "So now we're paying the mob protection? Hell, you could have turned both those guys and made them hump each other for your amusement!" she hissed as we walked to the office.
"Yeah, and when they failed to show any cash from this place, someone else would come by, and then when I sent them packing, someone else. Trust me, the three percent is worth every penny. If they're collecting from us, every thief in town is going to know to stay far away from here. Every crank, cocaine, and smack dealer, too. Trust me, it's actually not a bad investment."
"And if they don't follow through?" Lori asked.
"Well then, Sergei would go home with a goofy smile on his face, and your strap on up his ass."
Lori smiled at that image, and soon we got back to real work. Looking back on it, I had no idea just how fortunate that little meeting would turn out to be.
"Okay ladies, I have decided on a contest to see which one of you can go home first, and who gets to stay and help us both enjoy the rest of the afternoon." They both looked downcast.
"Now then, Kristine, you get Sean, Stacy you get me, and whichever one of you can make us cum first, using only your mouth, gets to go home." Kristine practically leaped forward and shoved Sean's pants to the floor. Stacy took some time for this to register then came forward and opened mine. By the time she had my cock out, Sean was already rock hard and Kristine was working his dick like a mad woman, sucking so hard her cheeks were pulled in, then moving down to lick his balls to get him going.
Stacy was still getting used to it. She had blown guys before, but she was never what one would call enthusiastic about it. I was about half hard a minute later, and slowly reached down to take her hair in my hands, guiding her head back and forth on me. She began to get her tongue into the act. She was getting better, but this would take a while. As I began to get my hips into it, I heard Sean grunt then stiffen, and I saw Kristine do her best to keep what appeared to be the better part of a copious load of cum in her mouth. She sat back, wiped her mouth, and said "hah" to the little cheerleader who was still working me.
I could see Stacy's shoulders slump, but she kept at it. A quick scan of her mind showed her thinking that if she got me off, I might be more gentle in whatever I had in mind for later. Good, she was learning.
I sat on the couch and let the little girl do her best at the act, and slowly, she improved. Using her tongue on the underside of my head and doing her best to coax me to orgasm with her hand. A few minutes later I came, just as Kristine walked out the door, smiling and swaying her ass as she did. She waved a small jaunty good bye to Stacy as the door closed.
Okay, it should be pretty plain that I rigged the contest. I did so for a reason. It was time for Stacy to apologize to Sean in the best way that she could. Although I had to keep in mind the happy surprise I had learned about my little blonde toy.
She had managed to keep her cherry. She had been using hand jobs and blowjobs to keep her boyfriends happy, and had so far, had managed to avoid having anyone enter her. Hell, as far as I could tell, she hadn't even stuck a finger in there. I was planning on saving that for something special.
As I sat back on the couch, I looked at Stacy. "Now then, Stacy why don't you tell Sean what you had in mind for him in regards to changing your grades." I said. I could see her grimace, maybe because she could taste Diane's pussy in her mouth again as her temper rose a notch. I wasn't sure.
"I was going to let him do it, then set him up so my boyfriend would beat his ass before I had to repay him." Sean looked seriously shocked at first, then pissed at the idea.
"Thank you Stacy. Sean, what do you think of that?" I asked.
"That little bitch." he said simply.
"Good answer. Stacy is now going to repay you. Let's adjourn to the bedroom, shall we?" All three of us moved there. "Now then, Stacy if you would be so kind as to get up on all fours on the bed." She did so slowly with a look of a hunted animal.
"Good. Sean, you're going to take your repayment out of her ass, literally." He beamed at that idea. "But first, I think you need to tenderize it, so you get to give Stacy a spanking. Stacy, would you be kind enough to remove your pants."
She did so slowly, knowing what was coming didn't exactly help her to move any faster. She slid off her pants and panties then threw them to the floor, and then resumed her position on all fours on the bed.
Sean stepped forward with a look of glee on his face and slapped her ass hard. Stacy gasped and winced, and he did the same on her other cheek. Slowly, Sean got into the act more and more, working her butt like a prizefighter working a speed bag. By the time he was tired, she was crying. He sat back with a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead.
"Very good Sean. Did you enjoy that?"
"Oh, you have no idea." He said looking down at the prostrate girl.
"Good, you'll like this even more. Did Kristine leave a tube of that stuff she uses when you....enjoy yourself with her?"
He got the idea instantly. "Oh yes, she did. Am I going to?"
"Yes you are."
He practically leaped to the nightstand and got out the tube of lubricant and began liberally applying it to his cock. While he did that, I touched Stacy's mind again. "You're going to find this act amazingly arousing, and you're going to cum all the way through it." She shook her head at the command but I could feel her arousal jumping when Sean moved behind her and put his cock at the entrance to her sphincter. He pushed forward, meeting some initial resistance, and then slid into her deeply as she gasped and squeaked at the intrusion.
I sat back and watched as the skinny, self-proclaimed geek slid deep into the girl's tight ass, then began a rhythm deep inside her. He reached forward and grabbed her still clothed breasts, and leaned into her ear. I could hear him whisper into her ear as he fucked her. "You're such a little whore, I think you're liking this. Are you?" It took a moment, but she nodded. From my vantage point, I could see her cunt get moist as he took her deeper and harder. He pulled back on her hair forcing her back harder onto him, like a jockey holding the reigns of a racehorse, and the pitch of his grunting and her moans and squeaks as she came again and again kept filling the room.
I could see her raise her hand up to her pussy and begin rubbing her clit while he brutalized her tightest hole, and once again she came deeply moving forward to scream into a pillow. As she did, Sean came in her little ass and collapsed on top of her. The two of them made a deeply breathing barely moving pile of flesh on the bed.
I smiled as Sean disentangled himself from her and went to the bathroom, then returned. "Thanks boss. Think you could bring her by again?" he said with a smile.
"I'm sure it could be arranged. Keep up the good work."
"Oh I will. Trust me." He said glancing at the now just recovering girl.
"Good. Enjoy the rest of the day. I'll get back to you." He started to walk back into the living room. "Oh wait, almost forgot." I handed him an envelope from my pocket. "Your weekly pay, don't spend it all in one shot."
"No prob, but I am looking at a car."
"Call me first. I'll make sure you get the best price."
"Will do."
He walked out and I looked at the girl now slowly sitting up on the bed, she seemed unsure of what to think about the whole event. She had enjoyed it, but only because I said she should.
I walked over to the bed. "Stacy, take off your shirt and bra, it's time for something new. It's called tit fucking. Use your mouth to get me hard."
She bent to the task with a new enthusiasm. All in all, her taming was going better than I thought it would.
Which left me the rest of the day, or evening as the case may be, to sit down and be surrounded by scantily clad women. To be honest, if anyone's found a better way to spend their time I would appreciate them keeping it to themselves. I honestly don't think I could handle it.
Now I know some of you out there are probably wondering why I didn't turn the bar into my own personal sexual buffet. I'll be honest, the thought crossed my mind about 12 times a night, but then it dawned on me that I was on the wrong end of the god's somewhat warped sense of humor. I was having sex regularly with four different women. This will tax just about any normal man, and adding more would have most likely sent me down a path of lost weight, shaky hands and a potential heart murmur. But, as they keep saying, what a way to go.
I was on fantasy number eight of the evening, wondering what it would be like to take the twin act working the stage right now. I sighed and added them to the list of potential conquests on my list, which was growing by the day. Actually, sometimes it seemed like it was growing by the minute.
I was sipping at my coke and tapping my foot to the Steve Earle song playing for the lovely ladies onstage when Julie, the girl Marcus had been so interested in, came to my table. "Hey boss got a minute?" she asked sweetly.
"Sure. Did you need to talk to me here or in the office?" I replied.
"The office would be better, it's quieter."
"No problem, let's go."
We walked into the office, and I shut the door behind us. Julie was one of the more popular girls at the bar, which some might find odd. She was a bit on the plump side, but in a pleasing manner, with hair that was mostly black with the front done in white highlights. She had a sweet smile, and worked the patrons for drinks expertly, making them part with their money as painlessly as possible. I was hoping she wasn't quitting on me, as she brought in a large part of the night's take.
"What can I do for you?" I asked as we got comfy.
"Actually, it's what I'm going to do for you. You are in very serious danger."
Mentally, this was the equivalent of throwing a car with manual transmission from fifth to reverse by accident. It takes you a second to recover. "I'm sorry, could you repeat that?"
"I said you're in danger. They're on to you."
"Okay, let's assume I have no idea what you're talking about. Who are 'They', and why would they be out to get me?" I said, and reached into the cooler to grab a bottle of water.
"'They' are other telepaths. They've been around for a very long time. They keep an eye open for people who develop the ability and do their best to suppress them."
"Define 'suppress'."
"It ranges from finding a way to get them sent to prison to assassinating them. They have a corner on the market of reading minds, and they'd like to keep it" she said with a serious expression.
"Which, of course, leads me to ask what makes you think I'm a telepath?"
Which is when she reached out and touched my mind. Her command was "Stand up and dance" and I did, doing an odd hornpipe for her amusement, until she said "Stop. That's how I know. I'm a telepath too, and I need your help."
It was all I could do to recover from the shock and form a rational thought. "I think we should have this conversation somewhere else."
"Okay, so why do you need my help? You've got the powers too." I asked, as I did so I opened my mind and did a low power scan, just for truth, not her whole thoughts.
"They've got leverage on me. I'm part of one of the families that's had the ability for centuries. The men hold all the power, and the women are generally considered useful for breeding other members of the elite, or for certain other special uses."
"Like spying."
"Exactly. I've managed to keep away from them for a while, but they've implanted some subliminals and post hypnotics in my mind to keep me in line. I need those gone, and I need to disappear."
"Before I agree to give you any help, you have to answer some questions for me."
"Done."
"You said I'm in danger. I need to know specifically what kind and when."
"Like I said, the post hypnotics make me report back to my family. They know about you, and they're probably going to take action soon." she said, staring at her ice tea.
"Any idea what kind of action?"
"At a guess, I'd say to expect a team of shooters."
"Okay, if I feed you data to send them, could you do it knowing there's a good chance it's disinformation?"
"Yes. As long as there's some truth in it, I can do it."
"Good. Once I pick out the garbage in your head, I'm going to need every piece of information you have on the others."
"Done." she replied.
"Okay, last question. Why are you doing this?"
She sighed. "Two reasons. First, I've been watching you since I saw the medical report on your surgery. You've done some unpleasant things, but usually with some sort of good intent behind it. You have ethics, and it worries you that you're losing touch with them. It's a good sign, trust me. Some members of my family would do things that would turn your hair white just to keep themselves entertained on a slow TV night."
"You'll have to tell more about that last part sometime, it'll help to keep me centered. And the other reason?"
"I want to be free damn it!" she said with a clenched jaw. "I've been controlled mentally since I was five. For once, I'd like to know what it's like to lead my own life."
I could feel the truth in that last statement.
"Okay. We've got a deal. Take the rest of the night off. Call me at this number tomorrow at eleven. We'll start in on your commands tomorrow." I wrote my cell number on a business card for the bookstore.
"Why not tonight?" she said with a voice that sounded impatient. Hell, if I'd been in her shoes, I really wouldn't want much in the way of a delay either.
"I've got a war to prepare for, and I can't really help you if I'm dead." She nodded, seeing the logic.
"Tomorrow then."
I watched her walk out then grabbed my phone. My first call was Marcus. "Marcus White speaking."
"Hi Marcus. It's Mr. Jones."
"What can I do for you?"
"I have an odd request, but it could pay a big bonus."
"Fill me in."
"Okay I need you to follow me around. Specifically, I need you to see if I've grown a tail."
There was pause on the other end of the line. "Got any reason to think you have?"
"Rumor has it there's a contract out on me." I said after a brief pause.
"Where are you at?" I gave him the address of the restaurant. "I've got a couple of friends in town that used to be secret service. I'll bring them in on this. Their fee is pretty reasonable."
"Yeah, well, right now I'm not feeling like paying bargain rates, so go ahead." The line went dead and I waited.
Marcus was there twenty minutes later. In the mean time, I made another phone call, this one to Sergei.
"We've got somewhere to go." I said as Marcus walked in.
He handed me a travel bag. "That's nice. Before we leave, go to the bathroom and put this on." I decided not to argue with the nice man and did as he said. As I expected, inside the bag was a Kevlar vest rated to stop most small arms fire.
"Nice accessory." I said as I walked out.
"Consider it you're new lover. Wrap her around you at all times."
We took a quick drive in Marcus's car to Sergei's club. Marcus looked at me funny as we got out. "You do know who owns this place right?"
"Yeah, my insurance agent. Come on."
We walked in and Ivan led me to Sergei's table, all the while making hard eyes at Marcus. Marcus returned his look with eyes like cold steel. I had a feeling there was history between those two. Sergei greeted me politely, and led me to his office. Once we got in, he asked, "What do you need? Ivan said you needed to make a purchase."
"I need a pistol, something light with decent stopping power."
"You have cash of course."
"I didn't think you'd take a check."
He opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a Glock .40 caliber pistol. I took it from him and checked the action and the firing pin assembly. "I'll take it. How much?"
"Fifteen hundred. The weapon is clean, and worth every penny."
"Done. Do you throw in rounds and a spare magazine?"
"For you, nothing is to good." He smiled and handed me a box of hydro shocks, and two spare magazines for the pistol, and added a holster for it all. You gotta love full service.
"Pleasure doing business with you Sergei, Stop by for a drink sometime."
"But of course." he said, and led me out of the club. Marcus followed, and only let himself relax a notch when we got back in the car.
"Man, I am so not fond of those guys. How do you know them?" he asked as we drove off. I noticed he kept making random turns to see if anyone was trying to follow us.
"I'm paying Sergei three percent of my gross in protection. Seemed like a good investment."
He thought that over for a bit, then shrugged. "Makes sense. Now would you mind telling me who it is that might have a contract out on you, and why?"
"Okay, but this is going to be complicated so listen closely."
Chpater 14
So, I did what any sane man would do when his life was in danger. I lied, and used my abilities to make it seem like it all made sense. So now, Marcus believed that a business deal had gone a little too well for me, and a competitor was doing his best to win back a contract. Not bad for the spur of the moment, I thought.
After driving around for about an hour, Marcus pulled into a Hilton and I got two rooms. I'd pick up clothes and such tomorrow, right now I just needed to sleep and to clear my head and think. If the bad guys were as dangerous and as powerful as Julie had hinted they were, I might have to start making long term plans for defense.
Eventually, it hit me. If viewed through a historic lens, defense doesn't really win any battles. Anyone can sit back and try not to get hit, but eventually they do, keeping to the law of averages and stuff. So instead, I was going to have to find some way to take the offensive.
I made a phone call to Lori. "Heya darlin."
"Hey! Where did you go? And where's Julie? Sharing a room, are we?"
"'Fraid not, she just needed to talk to me about some stuff. Got some time after work tonight? I'm feeling kind of stressed."
"And you need someone to unwind you right."
"Exactly."
"Tell me where you are." So I did.
"I'll be there soon, Teri can close up."
I warned Marcus I was expecting company. It probably wouldn't be a good thing to be interrupted in the midst of some good old-fashioned bed-jamming sex by a gun toting ex-fed.
Lori arrived about half an hour later. She had outdone herself this time. She was wearing a skirt slit to hip height, a black wrap-around blouse, and not a whole lot else.
"Hi mister." she said in a sexy voice. "The agency sent me."
It didn't take a genius to figure out what fantasy role she was playing today, and I kind of appreciated it. "Come on in." I said, and watched as she sashayed sweetly into the room. Damn, she knew how to move her ass.
"So whatcha wanna do tonight honey?" she said in a low drawl. Man, she was playing the part well.
"Put on a show for me darling." I said and sat back in a chair. Lori smiled and went to work, dancing in a slow, sensuous rhythm and slowly shedding her clothes as she made her way backwards towards the bed. By the time her butt slid onto the bed, she was down to just her panties. She slid up the bed slowly and let her hand trail down her tummy, sliding a finger over her last remaining garment, and tracing the lips of her sex through it, making a soft "oh" as her finger trailed over her clit.
She slowly built up speed doing this, her chest moving up and down deeper as she did so. After a time, I could see just a hint of wetness come through her panties. I watched the show and felt myself rising to the occasion. I smiled and stood up, releasing the catch on my pants, then let my underwear hit the floor right behind them. She smiled up at me as I slid onto the bed.
I took my finger and hooked her panties to the side and slowly bent to lick her pussy. The groan she gave as I did was satisfying, and the taste of her on my tongue was enough to make my impending troubles go away for a while.
Her hips began to wiggle as I took long licks of her pussy, and moved even more when my finger began rubbing her little rosebud of an asshole. "Oh god, mister, what are you doing to me?" she breathed as I kept up my ministrations.
I lifted my head and slid a finger into her pussy, stirring the pot. "I'm gonna fuck you."
"Please?" she said, forcing herself down on the finger that was tickling her insides.
I stripped off my shirt, then hooked my fingers into her panties and pulled them down. She raised her ass to help get them off. I grinned and moved up over her and slid my cock up and down her sex. "Please mister, I need it now," she said in soft drawl.
"Tell me what you want." I said, running the tip of my member over her clit.
"Fuck me, please." she moaned.
So I slid in deeply, loving the feel of her wet walls surrounding me as I moved into her. I sat there, feeling her heat surround me, and brought my hands up to her tits as I slowly began moving in her. I slid my thumbs over her nipples as my cock plumbed her depths.
"Is this what you want?" I asked as her hips rose up to meet every thrust I made.
"Yes." she breathed simply. I grinned and slid my hand down her body. Tickling her as I went. She wiggled nicely as I kept up my pace in her. Then slowly, I ran my finger down to her ass. She moaned as it slid over her little hole, and again as it forced it's way in. I could feel my cock running in and out of her as I fucked her. I wiggled the finger in her butt, and her hips began moving uncontrollably. I could feel the pressure building in my nuts.
"Where do you want it?" I asked
"My mouth, cum in my mouth, I haven't tasted you in so long." she groaned.
I pulled myself from her hole, feeling the cool air on my wet cock, and then brought it to her mouth. She took it in slowly and sucked me gently, running her tongue across the underside. I moved my hips into her face as she worked. With almost no warning, I felt myself swell and shoot my load into her mouth, biting back a shout of triumph at my release. Her hips were still pumping up and down as she took my cum and swallowed it all. I reached down to her pussy and ran my fingers over her clit. She gasped as I captured her clit between two fingers and rubbed it in circles. She was moaning and gasping as I picked up the pace. I could feel her breathing pick up speed as her arousal increased. It didn't take long for her to cum, her wetness coating my fingers as she did. I kept it up for a few seconds more, trying to extend her orgasm for a bit, then she settled back down onto the bed.
I lay next to her, feeling her breathing slow back to normal as she settled an arm over my chest. "That was great," she finally said into my ear.
"Go team." I whispered back.
We both lay there for a while. "So why the hotel? What's going on?" she finally asked.
"I'm in trouble. I got news that someone might have it in for me."
"Who told you?" she asked.
"Julie. Want to hear the whole story?"
"Hell yeah. Life wouldn't be as much fun without you in it."
"I'll take that as a compliment." I grinned.
So I filled her in.
"How do you plan on handling this?" she asked.
"Simple. Survive their first attack, then see what I can do to take the offensive." I replied and ran a finger up her back.
"Good. I didn't want to think about having the to turn the bar over to bad versions of guys like you."
"We'll try to hold that off."
"You got any ideas of how to 'take the offensive', as you put it?
"Yeah, but it's gonna be tricky."
"So tell me."
I paused, took a deep breath, and said. "I'm wondering if it's possible to make more people like me."
"You mean, turn normal people into telepaths?"
"Exactly."
"I volunteer," she said seriously. "I think Karen would volunteer too. Hell, she'd do it in a heartbeat."
"Whoa! Hold on, I don't even know if it'll work yet. For all I know, I might just succeed in turning your brain into so much grape jelly." I replied, stunned by the suddenness of her agreement.
"Yeah, like my brain was really all together a few weeks ago. Listen, I want to do this, I owe you my sanity, and probably a whole lot more. Give it a test with me."
"Not tonight. I've got to plot this out, think about how to do it. We'll start tomorrow morning."
"Deal. In the meantime, I have a plan for passing the night. Hand me your cell phone."
I did, looking at her quizzically. She dialed Karen. "Hey sweetie, sneak out of the house and meet us at the Hilton. We're throwing an end of the world party, and you need to be here." She listened, added directions then hung up.
"Okay, Karen's going to be here." She dialed another number. "Hello you nasty little cunt, Get your ass to..." And she gave directions to the hotel. "And be ready to serve. Okay, now we have Kristine, want to call Stacy or Theresa?"
"Nah, three women in one night is kind of my limit."
"Wimp." she said, and got up from the bed. "Gotta freshen up. Oh, this is going to be fun." I watched her walk to the bathroom, and listened as she ran the shower. I got up and wandered the room, pondering the sudden turn of events. I had to admit I could see some serious potential in the evening. I was already imagining several scenarios as I slipped on my shorts and waited.
Lori got out of the shower a few minutes later, and not too long after that, there was a knock on the door. I looked through the peephole and saw Kristine fidgeting by the door. I opened the door and let her in. She was wearing a knee length skirt, and a black button up blouse. Her bra did a nice job of showing off her cleavage. She looked nervous as she stepped into the room and I'm sure Lori's presence didn't help.
A couple of minutes later, there was another knock on the door. A quick peep revealed Karen on the other side, so I let her in as well. Part of me wondered how Marcus was going to react to whatever sounds he might hear from this side of the room. 'What the hell.' I figured. If someone's going to try and kill me, I might as well enjoy whatever time I have.
I walked up behind Karen and ran my fingers over her tummy. She had managed to sneak out of the house wearing a schoolgirl outfit. White blouse, plaid skirt, knee high socks, and hair tied back in pigtails. 'Not bad, girl!' I thought as my hands drifted inside her skirt. A quick feel revealed a set of thong panties that felt like lace.
I was having fun feeling up Karen as Lori looked at Kristine. "Strip for us Kristine, we have plans for you." Kristine went to work, swaying her hips as she slowly began to unbutton her top. As she did her act, I slid my hands down farther into Karen's skirt, sliding her thong down her legs. She made a quick adjustment with her hips and it slid to the floor. She leaned her head back and purred into my neck. Kristine had now shed her top and was slowly working her bra off her chest.
I grinned as my hand found the closure to Karen's skirt and opened it, allowing it to join her thong on the floor. She was now naked from the waist down, and she could feel my hardness pressing into her bottom. She ground back on it as Kristine went to work on her skirt and slid it down slowly over her hips, revealing a set of blue silk panties. I grinned and opened the front of Karen's blouse, letting it stay on her shoulders to reveal her pert little breasts just enough, then slowly guided her to the bed. I gestured to Kristine.
"Get her ready for me." I said. She nodded obediently and slowly kissed her way up the girl's thigh. Karen sighed softly as the older woman's mouth worked its way up to her more sensitive spots. I watched the show as Lori gently stroked me through my shorts.
"Mind if I play with Kristine while you have fun with Karen?" Lori asked.
"Not at all, but nothing too brutal."
"Of course not." she whispered, trying to look shocked. "I save the brutal stuff for a place where no one will hear it."
"Good. I'll arrange for that later." I could feel precum leaking into my shorts, and Karen was gasping and moaning as Kristine licked at her little hole with ardor. The girl was now holding onto Kristine's hair, guiding and pressing the woman's mouth into her. It made for an enjoyable sight from my perspective. The younger girl's nipples were at full attention, and she was fiddling with them with her other hand. I smiled and slid off my shorts.
I took Kristine's face away from the girl's parted legs, and then pushed her aside. Karen whined at the loss of sensation until she looked up and saw me moving over her. From off to the side, I could hear Lori say; "Come here, slut. I've got plans for you." I decided to not look and put my attention towards the girl in front of me.
I ran my prick up and down the girl's slit as she squirmed, trying to get me in, then pressed her shoulders to the bed and sank hilt deep into her in one smooth stroke. Damn, this girl was a vice in honey and velvet. She cooed as it went in, and it didn't take long before we were at a furious pace of loving.
I was ramming myself deeply into her tightness, and she was working herself back as hard as she could. "Oh god, it's been too long." she said from under me. "I need this."
I merely grunted, but I had to admit that I had been kind of giving the girl the short end of my attention. On the list of reasons to keep living, I think I had just added 'Conjugal duties to a schoolgirl' somewhere near the top of the list. I felt Karen spasm under me and I slowed down, trying to keep her cum going and not overstimulate her. I felt her breathing return to close to normal than picked up the pace again. Karen smiled up at me as I did. I could feel her clench around me, a little wetter than she had been before, as she rolled her hips up to meet me. In the background, I could hear spanking noises, but I chose not to look up just then.
It took longer for both us to reach our peak this time. Lori had done a good job at taking the edge off my horniness, and now I was riding Karen like a prize mare. She was going at a brisk pace, but soon I could feel my balls tighten and get ready to release. "I'm almost there." I said, nearly breathless.
"Do it, I want to feel it," she replied in a pant.
So I did, moaning and groaning as I felt myself cum deeply in the girl. As I did, it was like a dam broke in her and she came hard, almost screaming as it happened. I ground hard into her pelvis, trying to rub myself as intensely as I could across her clitoris.
We slowed our movements gradually, and I fell on top of her, feeling her chest heave with deep breaths of air. I could feel our combined juices running out of the girl and pooling onto the bed. I rolled over slowly and pulled her on top of me.
I heard Lori whisper something to Kristine, then felt her settle onto the bed.
I looked down and saw Kristine move her head between our legs and begin licking around our joined parts. It was an odd but yet pleasant sensation, becoming more so as she went on.
Karen's breathing slowly returned to normal as we lay there still joined a little by my deflating cock, and greeted by Karen's questing tongue, which seemed to seek out our combined juices on our legs.
"Okay, that does it. I want you more often." Karen said to me as we lay there. "And Lori, too. Hell, if I'm going to be part of this group, I might as well be part of it as a whole."
I couldn't really fault her logic. "We'll work on that, starting tomorrow. It looks like it's going to be a full day."
Lori joined us on the bed. "Damn right it will." She looked at Kristine. "You can go home now." Kristine left the bed and began pulling her clothes on slowly, looking both relieved that we wouldn't use her anymore, and disappointed that she hadn't really gotten any satisfaction from what had happened here.
Once the door shut behind her, I sat back and sighed. Tomorrow was going to be a busy day, and now I had people to follow me around while I did my business. This was going to be exciting.
Karen stirred a bit, then yawned and asked, "Hey, Lori said this was an end of the world party. What's that all about?"
Lori turned her head to me, letting me field the question. "Allow me to explain."
It was quite a while before I got any sleep.
A Mind apart
The next morning, I woke up with Lori, and then called Marcus. "Is security all set?" I asked when he answered
"Yep. I got my two new guys waiting, one by the door to your room, and another in the hallway of the hotel. I rented a car to use in place of yours for whatever you need to do today." Not bad. Marcus and his two subcontractors had done a good job of making any potential assassin's life a little more difficult.
"Okay. I'll be out in half an hour, so be on stand-by." I said.
"Will do."
I looked at Lori. "Go to the club and get a grand in cash, catch a flight to Toronto, and go to the bank. We'll need to transfer some money from the safety deposit boxes."
"I thought we were going to take care of a different part of you war plan?" she said questioningly.
"We'll take care of that as soon as your butt touches ground back here. Right now, we need a large war chest." I wasn't poor in the accounts yet, but frankly, I would feel more comfortable with cash money on standby.
"Okay, I'll handle it. How much do you want moved into the account?" she asked.
"Half a million. I'm pretty sure we'll make it back off the club this year." I said.
"Okay, got it." She turned her back and got dressed. When she was done, she was a little teary-eyed. "Do not, I repeat, do not get dead while I'm gone. I owe you too much for you to get killed while I'm running an errand."
"I'll do my best. Now take care of this as fast as you can, and we'll see about kicking off the war as soon as you get home." She nodded and I wiped her eyes.
"Will it ever be normal again?" she asked.
"I don't know. I've never seen normal. I do know, though, that no matter what, we're going to have as much fun as we can fit into the days."
"I'm good with that." That seemed to appease her a bit.
I slid the holster with my new pistol into my belt, checked the fit of my jacket around it, and then walked out the door. Marcus and an athletically built handsome African American man were waiting for me.
"Hey boss. This is Calvin, he'll be handling point security today." Calvin nodded to me.
"Good morning Calvin. I hope your ready for a busy day." I said, and began walking down the hallway. He took a position just behind me and to the side.
"No problem sir. After following the president around for a couple of years, everything else seems kind of slow." I thought about it. He probably had a point; hell, I was a simple bar and bookstore owner, which meant he had way fewer things to check on than he was used to.
We took an elevator down to the lobby where Marcus settled my bill, and I met my second bodyguard, a very large blonde northern Italian-looking guy named Alex. From there, we took the rental out to the club. Marcus followed us at a distance to see if I had developed a tail.
Along the way, I got a call from Julie. "When do we get started?" she asked.
"Meet me at the club in half an hour. We'll start there."
"I'll be there."
Phase one of retaking the initiative would begin then. In return for freeing her mind, Julie had pledged to give me all the data she had on the families she knew of who were telepathic. Excellent. That would help to know what I was facing, and any strengths and weaknesses they had.
We made a quick stop at a fast food joint for breakfast, and then doubled back on our trail to see if anyone was following. It didn't look like it, but five minutes later I got a phone call from Marcus. "Here's the news. You've got issues," his voice said over my cell phone.
"Hell, I've known that for years." I said.
"Well in this case, it means you've got a two man team in separate cars following you." he said.
Damn. I had been hoping Julie was just crying wolf. "How do you want to handle it?" I asked.
"It looks like their just collecting information right now, so I say you've got some time before it gets heavy. Hand the phone to Calvin." I did as I was asked, and watched and listened as Calvin said. "Uh huh, right, no problem." then hung up.
"Anything I need to know?" I asked.
"Just that I'm going to be sticking to you like glue."
"Wouldn't want it any other way."
We got the club about ten minutes later. Teri had already opened the place and was going through the usual routine of starting the day. She was counting bottles as I came in. She nodded as Calvin and I came in. "Julie's waiting for you in the office." I looked at Calvin.
"Sorry, but can you wait outside? This is a business thing." Calvin nodded and took a place by the door.
I walked into the office and the cute young lady was indeed waiting for me. She stood up as I came in., and I motioned for her to sit back down. "Okay. The day has just gotten complicated, so let's get to work." I said as I took a chair.
"What's going on?" Julie asked as I got comfortable.
"Your family seems to be working pretty fast. My security guys spotted a tail I picked up this morning."
Julie kind of slumped in her chair. "Oh, God."
"So I'm going to see what I can do for you, then I'm going to take care of that problem."
She nodded. "Okay, get to work."
I reached out and touched her mind, she offered no resistance as I prodded and probed. I started with her family's history, keeping an eye out for anything that might start off one of the little mental traps she had told me about.
A friend of mine who spent a couple of tours in the army once told me how you clear a minefield by hand. This was similar. I spent quite some time taking small steps through her mind, and slowly found little traps that had been set around certain impulses. Some she had disconnected or minimized herself, but a few needed time to find and then make useless. In the process, I learned a great deal about her family.
She had been born into a branch of a family named Deveroux. They had occasionally added what they felt might be worthy prospects to their line so as to avoid the possibility of unviable offspring through inbreeding, and also to bring in people who had resources the family could put to use. Her father had been a real estate magnate, and her mother a well-respected accountant from the main part of the family.
Julie had been born with the gift, and from what I could see was particularly talented in its use. That was something the main branch of the family both respected and frowned on, as women were not to use their powers more effectively than the men as a matter of bias and tradition.
They started bringing her into line as a small child, using their abilities to lower her self-image and to keep her power in check. Any attempt by her to use certain elements of her powers would lead to crippling pain and possibly death. I removed those blocks from her mind first, and then saw the background on them.
From there, it was a matter of her being educated to spy for the family, using her abilities to start a network of medical professionals who would spot the emergence of spontaneous telepathy in someone and report it to her. She would arrive and verify it, and then the person would be "dealt with". I lost track of the number of times she had been in on adverse dealings with people whose only real fault was their own expanding consciousness.
It took some time, but I felt pretty confidant that I had removed all the blocks and traps from her mind before I withdrew myself from her brain. We both sat there groaning when I was done, a look at the clock shocked me. We'd only been there for about ten minutes. I kept that in mind for later. The perception of the passing of time obviously shifted when I was busy in someone's head.
Julie finally lifted her head and looked at me. "Thanks. It might be cheesy, but I do feel much better now." she said with a weak smile.
"No problem. I guess we'll see if it works over the next few days."
"Oh, that we will. I want my freedom, and more than a little revenge."
"You'll get both, just listen for a minute." I told her a part of my plan, and she grinned. I decided just as a matter of common sense not to tell her all of it. While I knew she could be trusted, I also knew she could only be trusted to a point. She had plans for her freedom, and frankly, while they didn't look like they would interfere with my plans, I wasn't about to take too many chances. Besides, if she had an accidental run in with her "family", she couldn't give the whole game away.
"I like your idea. I'll get out of here and make a few phone calls."
"Do that. I'll look forward to the results."
Julie walked out of the office, and I sat and rested for a bit, doing my best to look like I was going over order forms on my desk. I was slowly learning more subtle uses for my abilities, and I had a strange feeling I was going to need more to just survive as this whole business of being a marked man progressed.
There was a knock on the door, and Calvin's voice said. "Hey boss, Marcus is here. He says he has some stuff you need to see."
"Let him in." I reached down and put my hand on my pistol, just in case. In this case I was not being paranoid, it was simply good sense.
Marcus came in with a manila folder and placed it on my desk. "Meet your two most likely bad guys," he said with a smile.
I opened it and looked it over. The pictures were of two men in their early 40's. Their faces shared a look and set that made me think they were closely related. "Brothers?" I asked.
"Good call. Herman and Hans Stroesser, two very bad boys. They were brought into the East German Stazi back in the 70's, and worked for them all the way up until the wall came down. Since then they've gone freelance. Mostly black operations, assassinations, torture, that sort of thing." he said.
"Where did you get the information?" I asked
"I used to work the counter intelligence section at the FBI. Those two's pictures used to pass our desk about once a month, but it's been a while since they've been in the states."
As I collected the pictures, a thought occurred to me. "Okay, keep an eye on them. There are some people I want to show these photos to."
"How about I just call the bureau? They'd love to haul these guys in for some questioning." He said.
"Not just yet, I want to see what someone else has to say."
"Okay, just don't take too long. They might go operational any minute."
"Understood." I got up from my desk. "I promise we'll have something good for these guys by tonight."
"Good, I'd love to see them get theirs. Even for killers, they're not exactly pleasant types."
I walked out of the office and looked at Calvin. "Would you be kind enough to get the car? There's someone I need to go see." Calvin nodded and walked out to the parking lot.
While I waited, Marcus gave me the once over and then chuckled. "So what were you doing last night? It sure sounded busy in there."
"What do you think any man in my situation would do? I called a couple of friends and we had a relaxing evening."
"Anyone I know?"
"Lori and Kristine." I replied.
"Damn! Must be nice to be the boss."
"And then some, but hell, I figured you were chasing after Julie."
"Yeah, and successfully too. Unfortunately, your situation has me putting our next date on hold."
"I'll try to have it resolved soon. I'd hate to think I was putting a dent in your social life." That got a smile.
"Don't worry about it. Frankly, with what you're paying me for all this, I can afford to take her wherever she wants, for at least a month solid." He walked out the door, and I saw Calvin pull up in the car, and Alex stepped out and opened the door for me. I got in and gave Calvin an address.
We drove in silence. My two bodyguards were busy keeping an eye open for bad guys, and I kept fingering the pictures of my two supposed assassins. With any luck, the tables would be turned on them soon.
We pulled into the driveway of Sergei's club, and again, Alex got out and walked to the door, opening it for me, and then opening the club's door and entering before me. Calvin remained in the car. Sergei was sitting at a corner table flanked by Ivan. He nodded to me, and I walked forward. I placed the manila folder on the table, then pulled an envelope out of my pocket and pushed it across the table to him. "My insurance premium." Sergei took it and handed it to Ivan who placed it in his jacket.
Sergei looked at the folder. "So what do you have for me, my friend?"
"Pictures of two men who have been sent to kill me. I was wondering if you could give me any information you might have on them." Sergei nodded and took the folder. His reaction when he looked over the pictures stunned me. His hands balled into fists around the folder and he turned a deeper shade of red. He said something in Russian to Ivan who walked off, brought back a bottle of vodka and filled a glass two fingers deep. I waited till Sergei drank and settled himself before I said anything.
"I take it you know them."
He nodded. "You have done me a great favor my friend. These men did some very bad things to my niece, and her father has offered quite a bit of money for any information that might lead him to them."
"Glad to be of service. My question is what are you and your associates going to do about those two?"
"Do you know where they are staying?" Sergei asked.
I pulled my phone from my jacket pocket, and called Marcus. In a few seconds I had scribbled down some information that would make Sergei very happy. I pushed the paper to the gentleman and he nodded. "Thank you my friend. If this works out, we will have to renegotiate our business in your favor."
"I would be delighted, but keep in mind you would be doing me a favor as well."
"True, but we never forget those who did us a kindness."
We exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes, then I got up and left. Now I had my two killers in check, or at least they would be soon. And for right now, that was good enough for me.
I decided to celebrate my little future coup in a time-honored manner, and went to the bookshop. Calvin hung out in the place, doing his best to look inconspicuous, while I walked up to Karen and Stacy. "Business meeting in the office." I said with an evil grin. Karen beamed and Stacy just nodded. I looked over at Roger, who was checking over the latest shipment of books, and touched his mind. "Don't bother us while we're in the office, everything is perfectly normal." Then I did the same for Calvin.
We walked into the office and I sat in the chair. I smiled at Karen. "Okay, both of you get naked." Both girls did as they were told, Karen quickly and Stacy not so much. She still needed work, but I'd do that soon. As they stripped, I slipped my pants off and sat there with half a hard on as the two girls' cute little bodies were revealed to me.
"Okay, now Stacy, lie on the floor right about there, and Karen you place your pretty little pussy over her face. She's going to eat you while you suck me dry." Karen grinned as her rival got on the floor, and then slowly dropped to her knees, pressing her pussy into the girl's mouth. I reached out and touched Stacy's mind, making her feel some enjoyment in submitting to my desires. I'd increase this over time.
Karen smiled up at me as she slowly stroked my growing cock. I moaned as I felt myself rise under her talented fingers. Then, ever so slowly she sank her mouth over the head of my cock. Damn, she was getting good at this, although Lori did a really good job tutoring her the last couple of times we had all been together. She worked up a mouthful of spit as her tongue worked its way around the head of my equipment. I looked farther down and could see the bottom of Stacy's jaw working furiously as she pleasured the girl above her. I could faintly smell both girls arousal filling the room as the action continued.
I reached down and played with Karen's small breasts as she began working her mouth up and down on me faster. Then she pulled my cock from her mouth and blew on it softly. The sensation of cool air on my heated cock almost made me cum right there and then, but I held off as Karen worked her hand up and down slowly, then returned to sucking me with a passion. Her nipples were feeling like little erasers under my fingers.
I could feel my balls tighten quickly, the whole scene plus the excitement of the day and the situation was enough to send me over, and I came. Karen felt my cock grow in her mouth and slid her mouth up to just the head and began swallowing as I released my cum into her. I sat back and groaned as I watched her wipe off some of the stuff that had escaped from her mouth, put it on a finger, and reach down to slide it into Stacy's mouth.
I was then treated to show of watching Karen cum under Stacy's hard work. The girl began breathing heavier, and her hips began moving in circles over Stacy's tongue. I smiled and kept playing with her breasts as she kept getting deeper and deeper into her arousal. She moaned softly, and I saw a shiver move through her. Stacy kept licking at her while she recovered and afterglow of the orgasm seemed to take quite a while. Finally, Karen got up off the floor and sat in my lap.
"What next?" she asked, as Stacy just laid there, a sheen of wetness covering her mouth and nose.
"Well Stacy hasn't cum yet, so I figured she'd give us a show." Karen grinned. "Turn around Stacy, and play with yourself for us."
The girl did as she was told a little more quickly this time, and opened her legs. Her lightly fringed cunt was on display, and Karen and I watched as the girl slowly worked her clit and began moaning, running her fingers around her nipples as she did so. Her tummy moved in and out rapidly as her breathing increased, then quickly she let out a strangled cry and came. Her fingers were now drenched with her juices.
"Lick your fingers clean Stacy." I said, and the girl quickly complied. After the show, we all dressed slowly and languidly.
"Tonight?" Karen whispered in my ear after I had taken a moment to adjust Stacy's programming again.
"Depends. I'll know by ten. What do you have in mind?"
"I want Kristine to eat me again, and eat my ass. Then, I think I want you to fuck it." she said with a look of a girl who knows she's being naughty and is enjoying it.
"Are you sure you want that?"
"Oh yes. Lori said it's a lot of fun, and I have to admit it sure looked like Stacy enjoyed it."
"Okay, tonight. I'll give you a call once I know what's going on."
"Good. I am so looking forward to this." She smiled, gave me a kiss on the cheek and walked off back into the store.
From there, after a brief stop for lunch, to recuperate from the day's stresses I made my way to the club. The bodyguards did their usual routine as I got out of the car. I was pleasantly surprised to see Theresa walking in. My timing seemed to be getting better. She waved to me as she saw me walking toward her, her smile as radiant as ever.
Sometimes, things all happen at once. I tripped on a stray piece of concrete and I felt something go past my head at the same instant, which was when I saw Theresa jerk suddenly and a small red flower start to form on her chest. She seemed surprised as she looked down at it. I recognized it for what it was instantly and dove on top of her. Then I felt Alex jump on top of me, and suddenly heard the sound of gunfire from what I hoped was Marcus's pistol. It was quickly followed by the sound of squealing tires and the smell of burnt rubber.
Alex got off me and grabbed the back of my shirt to lift me off the ground. I could see blood flowing freely over Theresa's white blouse so I reached down and grabbed her.
We got into the car. "Hospital" was all I said as Alex grabbed a first aid kit.
All I knew at this point was that Theresa had taken a bullet meant for me, and that now I wanted revenge on the people who did it more than I wanted air.
"Yep. I got my two new guys waiting, one by the door to your room, and another in the hallway of the hotel. I rented a car to use in place of yours for whatever you need to do today." Not bad. Marcus and his two subcontractors had done a good job of making any potential assassin's life a little more difficult.
"Okay. I'll be out in half an hour, so be on stand-by." I said.
"Will do."
I looked at Lori. "Go to the club and get a grand in cash, catch a flight to Toronto, and go to the bank. We'll need to transfer some money from the safety deposit boxes."
"I thought we were going to take care of a different part of you war plan?" she said questioningly.
"We'll take care of that as soon as your butt touches ground back here. Right now, we need a large war chest." I wasn't poor in the accounts yet, but frankly, I would feel more comfortable with cash money on standby.
"Okay, I'll handle it. How much do you want moved into the account?" she asked.
"Half a million. I'm pretty sure we'll make it back off the club this year." I said.
"Okay, got it." She turned her back and got dressed. When she was done, she was a little teary-eyed. "Do not, I repeat, do not get dead while I'm gone. I owe you too much for you to get killed while I'm running an errand."
"I'll do my best. Now take care of this as fast as you can, and we'll see about kicking off the war as soon as you get home." She nodded and I wiped her eyes.
"Will it ever be normal again?" she asked.
"I don't know. I've never seen normal. I do know, though, that no matter what, we're going to have as much fun as we can fit into the days."
"I'm good with that." That seemed to appease her a bit.
I slid the holster with my new pistol into my belt, checked the fit of my jacket around it, and then walked out the door. Marcus and an athletically built handsome African American man were waiting for me.
"Hey boss. This is Calvin, he'll be handling point security today." Calvin nodded to me.
"Good morning Calvin. I hope your ready for a busy day." I said, and began walking down the hallway. He took a position just behind me and to the side.
"No problem sir. After following the president around for a couple of years, everything else seems kind of slow." I thought about it. He probably had a point; hell, I was a simple bar and bookstore owner, which meant he had way fewer things to check on than he was used to.
We took an elevator down to the lobby where Marcus settled my bill, and I met my second bodyguard, a very large blonde northern Italian-looking guy named Alex. From there, we took the rental out to the club. Marcus followed us at a distance to see if I had developed a tail.
Along the way, I got a call from Julie. "When do we get started?" she asked.
"Meet me at the club in half an hour. We'll start there."
"I'll be there."
Phase one of retaking the initiative would begin then. In return for freeing her mind, Julie had pledged to give me all the data she had on the families she knew of who were telepathic. Excellent. That would help to know what I was facing, and any strengths and weaknesses they had.
We made a quick stop at a fast food joint for breakfast, and then doubled back on our trail to see if anyone was following. It didn't look like it, but five minutes later I got a phone call from Marcus. "Here's the news. You've got issues," his voice said over my cell phone.
"Hell, I've known that for years." I said.
"Well in this case, it means you've got a two man team in separate cars following you." he said.
Damn. I had been hoping Julie was just crying wolf. "How do you want to handle it?" I asked.
"It looks like their just collecting information right now, so I say you've got some time before it gets heavy. Hand the phone to Calvin." I did as I was asked, and watched and listened as Calvin said. "Uh huh, right, no problem." then hung up.
"Anything I need to know?" I asked.
"Just that I'm going to be sticking to you like glue."
"Wouldn't want it any other way."
We got the club about ten minutes later. Teri had already opened the place and was going through the usual routine of starting the day. She was counting bottles as I came in. She nodded as Calvin and I came in. "Julie's waiting for you in the office." I looked at Calvin.
"Sorry, but can you wait outside? This is a business thing." Calvin nodded and took a place by the door.
I walked into the office and the cute young lady was indeed waiting for me. She stood up as I came in., and I motioned for her to sit back down. "Okay. The day has just gotten complicated, so let's get to work." I said as I took a chair.
"What's going on?" Julie asked as I got comfortable.
"Your family seems to be working pretty fast. My security guys spotted a tail I picked up this morning."
Julie kind of slumped in her chair. "Oh, God."
"So I'm going to see what I can do for you, then I'm going to take care of that problem."
She nodded. "Okay, get to work."
I reached out and touched her mind, she offered no resistance as I prodded and probed. I started with her family's history, keeping an eye out for anything that might start off one of the little mental traps she had told me about.
A friend of mine who spent a couple of tours in the army once told me how you clear a minefield by hand. This was similar. I spent quite some time taking small steps through her mind, and slowly found little traps that had been set around certain impulses. Some she had disconnected or minimized herself, but a few needed time to find and then make useless. In the process, I learned a great deal about her family.
She had been born into a branch of a family named Deveroux. They had occasionally added what they felt might be worthy prospects to their line so as to avoid the possibility of unviable offspring through inbreeding, and also to bring in people who had resources the family could put to use. Her father had been a real estate magnate, and her mother a well-respected accountant from the main part of the family.
Julie had been born with the gift, and from what I could see was particularly talented in its use. That was something the main branch of the family both respected and frowned on, as women were not to use their powers more effectively than the men as a matter of bias and tradition.
They started bringing her into line as a small child, using their abilities to lower her self-image and to keep her power in check. Any attempt by her to use certain elements of her powers would lead to crippling pain and possibly death. I removed those blocks from her mind first, and then saw the background on them.
From there, it was a matter of her being educated to spy for the family, using her abilities to start a network of medical professionals who would spot the emergence of spontaneous telepathy in someone and report it to her. She would arrive and verify it, and then the person would be "dealt with". I lost track of the number of times she had been in on adverse dealings with people whose only real fault was their own expanding consciousness.
It took some time, but I felt pretty confidant that I had removed all the blocks and traps from her mind before I withdrew myself from her brain. We both sat there groaning when I was done, a look at the clock shocked me. We'd only been there for about ten minutes. I kept that in mind for later. The perception of the passing of time obviously shifted when I was busy in someone's head.
Julie finally lifted her head and looked at me. "Thanks. It might be cheesy, but I do feel much better now." she said with a weak smile.
"No problem. I guess we'll see if it works over the next few days."
"Oh, that we will. I want my freedom, and more than a little revenge."
"You'll get both, just listen for a minute." I told her a part of my plan, and she grinned. I decided just as a matter of common sense not to tell her all of it. While I knew she could be trusted, I also knew she could only be trusted to a point. She had plans for her freedom, and frankly, while they didn't look like they would interfere with my plans, I wasn't about to take too many chances. Besides, if she had an accidental run in with her "family", she couldn't give the whole game away.
"I like your idea. I'll get out of here and make a few phone calls."
"Do that. I'll look forward to the results."
Julie walked out of the office, and I sat and rested for a bit, doing my best to look like I was going over order forms on my desk. I was slowly learning more subtle uses for my abilities, and I had a strange feeling I was going to need more to just survive as this whole business of being a marked man progressed.
There was a knock on the door, and Calvin's voice said. "Hey boss, Marcus is here. He says he has some stuff you need to see."
"Let him in." I reached down and put my hand on my pistol, just in case. In this case I was not being paranoid, it was simply good sense.
Marcus came in with a manila folder and placed it on my desk. "Meet your two most likely bad guys," he said with a smile.
I opened it and looked it over. The pictures were of two men in their early 40's. Their faces shared a look and set that made me think they were closely related. "Brothers?" I asked.
"Good call. Herman and Hans Stroesser, two very bad boys. They were brought into the East German Stazi back in the 70's, and worked for them all the way up until the wall came down. Since then they've gone freelance. Mostly black operations, assassinations, torture, that sort of thing." he said.
"Where did you get the information?" I asked
"I used to work the counter intelligence section at the FBI. Those two's pictures used to pass our desk about once a month, but it's been a while since they've been in the states."
As I collected the pictures, a thought occurred to me. "Okay, keep an eye on them. There are some people I want to show these photos to."
"How about I just call the bureau? They'd love to haul these guys in for some questioning." He said.
"Not just yet, I want to see what someone else has to say."
"Okay, just don't take too long. They might go operational any minute."
"Understood." I got up from my desk. "I promise we'll have something good for these guys by tonight."
"Good, I'd love to see them get theirs. Even for killers, they're not exactly pleasant types."
I walked out of the office and looked at Calvin. "Would you be kind enough to get the car? There's someone I need to go see." Calvin nodded and walked out to the parking lot.
While I waited, Marcus gave me the once over and then chuckled. "So what were you doing last night? It sure sounded busy in there."
"What do you think any man in my situation would do? I called a couple of friends and we had a relaxing evening."
"Anyone I know?"
"Lori and Kristine." I replied.
"Damn! Must be nice to be the boss."
"And then some, but hell, I figured you were chasing after Julie."
"Yeah, and successfully too. Unfortunately, your situation has me putting our next date on hold."
"I'll try to have it resolved soon. I'd hate to think I was putting a dent in your social life." That got a smile.
"Don't worry about it. Frankly, with what you're paying me for all this, I can afford to take her wherever she wants, for at least a month solid." He walked out the door, and I saw Calvin pull up in the car, and Alex stepped out and opened the door for me. I got in and gave Calvin an address.
We drove in silence. My two bodyguards were busy keeping an eye open for bad guys, and I kept fingering the pictures of my two supposed assassins. With any luck, the tables would be turned on them soon.
We pulled into the driveway of Sergei's club, and again, Alex got out and walked to the door, opening it for me, and then opening the club's door and entering before me. Calvin remained in the car. Sergei was sitting at a corner table flanked by Ivan. He nodded to me, and I walked forward. I placed the manila folder on the table, then pulled an envelope out of my pocket and pushed it across the table to him. "My insurance premium." Sergei took it and handed it to Ivan who placed it in his jacket.
Sergei looked at the folder. "So what do you have for me, my friend?"
"Pictures of two men who have been sent to kill me. I was wondering if you could give me any information you might have on them." Sergei nodded and took the folder. His reaction when he looked over the pictures stunned me. His hands balled into fists around the folder and he turned a deeper shade of red. He said something in Russian to Ivan who walked off, brought back a bottle of vodka and filled a glass two fingers deep. I waited till Sergei drank and settled himself before I said anything.
"I take it you know them."
He nodded. "You have done me a great favor my friend. These men did some very bad things to my niece, and her father has offered quite a bit of money for any information that might lead him to them."
"Glad to be of service. My question is what are you and your associates going to do about those two?"
"Do you know where they are staying?" Sergei asked.
I pulled my phone from my jacket pocket, and called Marcus. In a few seconds I had scribbled down some information that would make Sergei very happy. I pushed the paper to the gentleman and he nodded. "Thank you my friend. If this works out, we will have to renegotiate our business in your favor."
"I would be delighted, but keep in mind you would be doing me a favor as well."
"True, but we never forget those who did us a kindness."
We exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes, then I got up and left. Now I had my two killers in check, or at least they would be soon. And for right now, that was good enough for me.
I decided to celebrate my little future coup in a time-honored manner, and went to the bookshop. Calvin hung out in the place, doing his best to look inconspicuous, while I walked up to Karen and Stacy. "Business meeting in the office." I said with an evil grin. Karen beamed and Stacy just nodded. I looked over at Roger, who was checking over the latest shipment of books, and touched his mind. "Don't bother us while we're in the office, everything is perfectly normal." Then I did the same for Calvin.
We walked into the office and I sat in the chair. I smiled at Karen. "Okay, both of you get naked." Both girls did as they were told, Karen quickly and Stacy not so much. She still needed work, but I'd do that soon. As they stripped, I slipped my pants off and sat there with half a hard on as the two girls' cute little bodies were revealed to me.
"Okay, now Stacy, lie on the floor right about there, and Karen you place your pretty little pussy over her face. She's going to eat you while you suck me dry." Karen grinned as her rival got on the floor, and then slowly dropped to her knees, pressing her pussy into the girl's mouth. I reached out and touched Stacy's mind, making her feel some enjoyment in submitting to my desires. I'd increase this over time.
Karen smiled up at me as she slowly stroked my growing cock. I moaned as I felt myself rise under her talented fingers. Then, ever so slowly she sank her mouth over the head of my cock. Damn, she was getting good at this, although Lori did a really good job tutoring her the last couple of times we had all been together. She worked up a mouthful of spit as her tongue worked its way around the head of my equipment. I looked farther down and could see the bottom of Stacy's jaw working furiously as she pleasured the girl above her. I could faintly smell both girls arousal filling the room as the action continued.
I reached down and played with Karen's small breasts as she began working her mouth up and down on me faster. Then she pulled my cock from her mouth and blew on it softly. The sensation of cool air on my heated cock almost made me cum right there and then, but I held off as Karen worked her hand up and down slowly, then returned to sucking me with a passion. Her nipples were feeling like little erasers under my fingers.
I could feel my balls tighten quickly, the whole scene plus the excitement of the day and the situation was enough to send me over, and I came. Karen felt my cock grow in her mouth and slid her mouth up to just the head and began swallowing as I released my cum into her. I sat back and groaned as I watched her wipe off some of the stuff that had escaped from her mouth, put it on a finger, and reach down to slide it into Stacy's mouth.
I was then treated to show of watching Karen cum under Stacy's hard work. The girl began breathing heavier, and her hips began moving in circles over Stacy's tongue. I smiled and kept playing with her breasts as she kept getting deeper and deeper into her arousal. She moaned softly, and I saw a shiver move through her. Stacy kept licking at her while she recovered and afterglow of the orgasm seemed to take quite a while. Finally, Karen got up off the floor and sat in my lap.
"What next?" she asked, as Stacy just laid there, a sheen of wetness covering her mouth and nose.
"Well Stacy hasn't cum yet, so I figured she'd give us a show." Karen grinned. "Turn around Stacy, and play with yourself for us."
The girl did as she was told a little more quickly this time, and opened her legs. Her lightly fringed cunt was on display, and Karen and I watched as the girl slowly worked her clit and began moaning, running her fingers around her nipples as she did so. Her tummy moved in and out rapidly as her breathing increased, then quickly she let out a strangled cry and came. Her fingers were now drenched with her juices.
"Lick your fingers clean Stacy." I said, and the girl quickly complied. After the show, we all dressed slowly and languidly.
"Tonight?" Karen whispered in my ear after I had taken a moment to adjust Stacy's programming again.
"Depends. I'll know by ten. What do you have in mind?"
"I want Kristine to eat me again, and eat my ass. Then, I think I want you to fuck it." she said with a look of a girl who knows she's being naughty and is enjoying it.
"Are you sure you want that?"
"Oh yes. Lori said it's a lot of fun, and I have to admit it sure looked like Stacy enjoyed it."
"Okay, tonight. I'll give you a call once I know what's going on."
"Good. I am so looking forward to this." She smiled, gave me a kiss on the cheek and walked off back into the store.
From there, after a brief stop for lunch, to recuperate from the day's stresses I made my way to the club. The bodyguards did their usual routine as I got out of the car. I was pleasantly surprised to see Theresa walking in. My timing seemed to be getting better. She waved to me as she saw me walking toward her, her smile as radiant as ever.
Sometimes, things all happen at once. I tripped on a stray piece of concrete and I felt something go past my head at the same instant, which was when I saw Theresa jerk suddenly and a small red flower start to form on her chest. She seemed surprised as she looked down at it. I recognized it for what it was instantly and dove on top of her. Then I felt Alex jump on top of me, and suddenly heard the sound of gunfire from what I hoped was Marcus's pistol. It was quickly followed by the sound of squealing tires and the smell of burnt rubber.
Alex got off me and grabbed the back of my shirt to lift me off the ground. I could see blood flowing freely over Theresa's white blouse so I reached down and grabbed her.
We got into the car. "Hospital" was all I said as Alex grabbed a first aid kit.
All I knew at this point was that Theresa had taken a bullet meant for me, and that now I wanted revenge on the people who did it more than I wanted air. End of Chapter 15 [1-5 6-10 11-15 16-20]