“My… No? I don’t think so?” Blue appeared to be halfway between bemused and aroused, as if she couldn’t decide whether this strange woman belonged in her personal sex scene.
“A good blow job…” Chanda paused, and slid her mouth over my cock, down, deep down into her throat, where I felt her spasm. She pulled back, and gave me a smooth twist that made me groan. “…starts at the lips, goes past the mouth, and into the throat. Do you still have your tonsils?”
“Yes?”
“That’s both good and bad. It’s bad because you can’t take him as deep as you could if they weren’t in the way. But it’s good because they react when touched, and you can use that as part of the experience…”
They passed me between them, with Chanda offering advice as they went. She was an excellent teacher. Every twist of her wrist moved me, teased me, made me pant and squirm beneath her. My encouragement seemed to help Blue, too: once she accepted that I trusted Chanda, she was more than happy to learn from her. She was a good student, and innovative; Chanda kept her nails short, but Blue had a fine manicure which she ran up and along my balls as she licked and twisted.
After a few minutes, I noticed that some of the hands that had been touching me were missing. I opened my eyes to see Chanda, her hands cupping Blue’s chin.
“Have you ever kissed a woman before?” Chanda asked, running her fingers along the soft skin of Blue’s cheek. Some of those fingers slid beneath the collar of Blue’s shirt, causing the girl to tremble.
“Yes?” Blue seemed utterly hypnotized, her breath coming in short pants.
“Do you want a woman to kiss you now?” Chanda whispered, her lips close enough to brush against Blue’s.
“Yes!”
Chanda pulled Blue towards her, their lips meeting. Their embrace began as a light kiss; Blue took it deeper, her hands moving to Chanda’s waist and pressing herself against her. Chanda’s hands went beneath Blue’s shirt, helped Blue tug it over her head between kisses, ran her hands through Blue’s short hair…
I stroked myself as they played above me, as clothing started to fall around me, as the sounds of Blue’s arousal began to come more quickly. Blue’s bra hit the table, and she moaned as Chanda’s lips found her nipple.
“So sweet,” Chanda purred, as she surrounded one of Blue’s small breasts with her mouth, and sucked.
Chanda slid her knees across the table, putting herself within easy reach. I ran my hands up the inside of her thighs, along the thick seam which split her pants along the center, tracing the sweeter lines that were hidden beneath her clothing.
She lifted her lips from Blue’s breasts and looked down at me. “Josh, I can’t remember if panties came with this new outfit,” she said. “Be a dear and check?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, and put myself to work.
Chanda’s pants cradled her ass. They were soft but sturdy cotton, and had a lot of stretch in the fabric. I tugged them down, pulling them over Chanda’s legs and dropping them on the floor.
“Sorry, dear,” I said, as I grasped her by the hips and brought her down to me. “I do believe you’ve gone without your underwear.”
“What a scandal,” Chanda said, as she straddled my head.
I began to lick, my tongue starting at that magical invisible line, and then moving towards her clit. Two fingers went inside her, spreading her open, and I pushed my tongue between them. Chanda groaned, and dropped herself lower, pressing herself against my face so I could push even deeper.
I lost track of what happened between Chanda and Blue after that. All I could see was Chanda’s stomach and the gorgeous low curves of her breasts above that. Chanda kept everything shaved and waxed, with the exception of a tidy center patch standing out like the flag at a racetrack. My fingers gripped her thighs, keeping her locked against my mouth as I played.
Some time later, Chanda began to shake, a light tremble which shook her entire body. She let out a single satisfied groan, and then relaxed. After a moment, I heard her say in a slightly muffled voice, “Josh, dear, we need a cock up here.”
I looked up. While I had been working on Chanda, she had been doing the same to Blue: Blue was standing on the table, Chanda’s lips pressed against her pussy.
“You ladies seem to be doing fine on your own,” I replied. They certainly seemed to be doing fine: Blue, now bare naked, was gripping the back of Chanda’s head and moaning. It was quite the enjoyable moment.
Chanda pulled her head away just long enough to shoot me a Look. It was the same expression one tennis pro gave another when an amateur weekend player staggered onto the court and challenged them to a match.
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, as I found a condom and climbed onto the table. Blue barely noticed I was there, not when I came up behind her. It was only after I had moved my hands to cup her breasts that she sighed and relaxed into my arms. I began to kiss the side of her neck; she arched her back and ran her hands through my hair, murmuring Chanda’s name, and then mine.
I brought my mouth to Blue’s ear. “How far do you want this to go?” I asked, as I pressed my erection against the side of her ass so she’d know what I meant.
She grabbed my cock and pushed it between her legs, and then tipped herself forward.
“Yes?” I asked, holding myself back.
“Yes,” Blue moaned.
I slid inside her, spreading her open. She gasped, shivering, and thrust herself against me, again and again, as hard as she could.
“Slow,” I whispered. “Slow. Let yourself enjoy it.”
Blue groaned in frustration and tried to slow her pace, but she was already too close. Chanda grinned up at her, and went back to teasing Blue with her mouth. I felt Chanda’s tongue lick against the base of my cock, her hands come up to stroke Blue and me at the same time…
That was it. Blue couldn’t hold herself back. The woman thrust against me, against Chanda, crying out—
And then Blue took a shuddering breath, and came a second time, and fell forward so quickly that Chanda and I had to catch her before she hit the floor.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The two of us set Blue down on the table. The girl was giggling from sheer overstimulation. And then, like a candle beneath a soft puff of air, she fell asleep.
“The poor lamb,” Chanda said, shaking her head. She was shrugging into her clothing as quickly as a superhero changing back into their secret identity.
“I get the feeling she’s had a few very bad days.” I turned my attention to my erection, and closed my eyes so I could concentrate on the memory of Chanda seducing Blue, their lips slowly coming together… Three strokes, four, and I was done. “If you ever get tired of dinosaurs, you need to open a school,” I told her, as I carefully peeled off the condom and wrapped it up in some spare paper napkins to dispose of in a random dumpster down the street. “Advanced sexual training for lovelorn women.”
Chanda was already going through the filing cabinets. “Who gets tired of dinosaurs?”
Sometimes I’m a wise man: I said nothing.
“Here we go,” Chanda said, as she pulled out a couple of files. “They sell fossils… Oh, these are some shady-looking documents.” She grabbed a couple of choice ones, stuffed them in her pockets, and shut the drawer. “You think Rachel can use these to track down the sellers?”
“Maybe,” I hedged. “It’s not her area of expertise, but she’s a good detective.”
“All right.” Chanda glanced down at the half-clothed girl on the tabletop. “She looks so tired. I wish we could let her sleep.”
“Yeah, I know.” I finished getting dressed, and then leaned towards Blue. “Hey? Blue? We’re leaving.”
The girl’s eyes fluttered. “Hmmm?”
“We’re leaving, and we don’t feel right letting you sleep. Not with the front door open. Can you lock up behind us?”
Blue sat up. “Yeah. Yeah, you know, I think I’ll just…go home. I think I can finally get some sleep.” She rubbed her eyes
. “Glad I came in today, though.”
She was pulling on her clothes when Chanda asked, “Do you love him?”
Blue blinked at me. “No?”
“Not me,” I said, smiling. “Your ex.”
“I…” Blue looked down. “I don’t know.”
“Can I give you some advice?” Chanda asked. “Lovers are interchangeable. Someone you love is not.”
Blue glanced between the two of us. “Are you two in love?”
“We just met yesterday,” Chanda said, grinning.
“That’s not an answer,” Blue muttered, but she didn’t push the issue.
I was glad of that. I wasn’t sure what my answer would be.
Blue walked us out, and turned to lock the door behind us. As we were about to leave, Chanda slipped her a card. “Call us if you need another round to help you relax.”
We left Blue behind us. The security guard was still nowhere to be seen. I didn’t ask what Chanda had done to distract him.
“Think we got her in trouble?” Chanda asked.
“How? We were never in the back room. We came, we shopped, and we left,” I said, as I reached out to wrap my hand around hers. “It’s so weird how security cameras fail around OACET Agents.”
“So very weird,” she agreed, as she squeezed my hand.
“Let’s get those files to Rachel,” I said.
“Yeah, definitely,” Chanda said. “I hope she can do something with them. I really don’t understand why Leung would drop us here in the first place. How are we any closer to knowing where my data went? I strongly doubt that dear little Blue has the computer skills to beat my security.”
“Maybe somebody else at that place does,” I said. I was kicking an idea around in my mind. “Tell me about that one prize specimen your colleague was able to smuggle out of Tibet.”
“Oh, it’s amazing!” Chanda’s eyes lit up. “Josh, you wouldn’t believe it. Most fossils are torn apart from the movement of the rocks. This one… Josh, it’s this beautiful skeleton, perfectly preserved. I think it’s at least ninety percent intact. You can even see the outline of the feathers pressed into the matrix.”
“How much would something like that cost on the black market?” I asked.
Chanda snorted. “A perfect fossil from a species that’s never been seen before, might never be seen again, and might redefine the fossil record? It’s priceless.”
“Everything’s got a price.”
“Well…” she said slowly. “A museum might bid half a million dollars.”
The number staggered me. “What?!”
“Dinosaurs are a big draw,” Chanda explained, as we turned down the next street, heading for the subway. “If my microraptor was bigger, or a giant carnivore like T. Rex, it would be worth a lot more. Even so, its rarity means a seller could ask a premium.
“What are you thinking?” she asked.
“I don’t know yet,” I replied. “Let’s see where the files take us first.”
Thirty minutes later, we met Rachel and her partner at the MPD, Raul Santino, at a little breakfast place near Chanda’s house. Santino was a good-looking guy, with dark hair and wire-rimmed glasses. He had a shocking number of muscles for being a nerd: Rachel swore the only exercise he did was yardwork, but as Santino had transformed the entire landscape of her property into the Garden of Eden in a little under a year, “only” didn’t seem to be an appropriate description of his talents.
He also had vast esoteric knowledge on everything from amphibians to Chanda herself.
“You’re the crow lady!” Santino said, as soon as introductions had been made, and then they were off and running about Chanda’s flock.
“Corvids are amazing,” he said. “Do you think it’s true they’re as smart as a seven-year-old kid?”
“Wait, what?” Rachel looked up from her menu and rubbed her eyes. “A seven-year-old kid? Like, a human kid, or a baby goat kid?”
“Human,” Chanda said proudly. “I think they’re smarter. The tests they’ve developed for measuring avian intelligence don’t test any higher than that of a child’s intelligence, so it’s not that the crows are as smart as children, but that we haven’t tested them to see if they’re smarter.”
“Well, that’s fucking terrifying,” Rachel muttered to herself, and tipped half a carton of cream into her coffee.
“It’s why I got interested in dinosaurs,” Chanda continued. “I wanted to know whether the dinosaurs might have been as intelligent as their descendants.”
“Yeah, tell me about this microraptor—”
I felt a mental poke, as if someone was calling my name while knocking on the door of my brain, and I opened a link with Rachel.
“Kill me,” she sighed, feelings of bemusement and annoyance swirling around her as she made her way into my mind.
I pretended to read the menu to keep myself from laughing. “They’re having a good time.”
“Dinosaurs were bad enough, but now birds? How did we end up here?”
“Just lucky, I guess.”
A hand suddenly appeared in front of my menu. I looked up to see Chanda, a concerned expression on her face. “Are you okay? You…you looked like you just disappeared!”
“That’s what Agents look like when they’re talking to each other,” Santino said, rolling his eyes. “Intense thousand-mile stare. Completely creepy.”
“Really? What’s it like, working with them?” Chanda was riveted. “I heard about the explosion at the police department. Is that what all of your cases are like?”
“No. Not at all.” Santino was laughing, but it had a bitter note to it. “We work in an institution. Cops are hidebound. I mean, we might as well be dinosaurs ourselves. We’ve had that single case where Rachel’s abilities were actually used. Except for that, she and I track down lost computers or unlock smartphones. That’s it.”
“Really?” Chanda’s attention darted between me and Rachel. “Why? You cyborgs can… I mean, you OACET Agents can do almost anything with computers! You’re the silver bullet in information warfare. You’d think they’d at least put you on cybercrime or something useful.”
“You’d think so, but no. Did you know that people can be self-centered assholes?” Rachel asked. “Someone should have told you. It’s valuable information. They don’t care what we can do, as long as they control what we do.”
“People don’t like change,” I added. “Especially if the change is something that goes against their version of how the world should work. They turn the very idea of change into a problem beyond the scope of the reality.”
For the first time since we had cleaned up the mess in her kitchen, Chanda smiled at me…a smile meant for me. She reached out and let her hand cover mine. I returned her smile, and wove my fingers through hers.
“Uh-huh. Well, you two are obviously having a private conversation about something else,” Rachel said, as she moved to flag down our waitress. “Let’s order, and then we’ll tell you what we learned about your missing dinosaur.”
The waitress worked her way around the table. Once she left, Rachel paused and stared directly at Chanda.
“What is it?” Chanda asked.
Rachel didn’t reply.
“Rachel, what—” I began, but Rachel held up a finger.
“Are you…” Rachel paused to make sure that Chanda’s attention was wholly centered on her. “Are you involved with the government of China?”
“What?” Chanda sputtered.
“Answer the question,” Rachel said, her eyes fixed somewhere around the area of Chanda’s neck.
“No!” Chanda said. “Well…maybe? I’ve traveled through China several times, and that means going through their government.”
“Do you have any additional connections with any person, or persons, who are currently active in China or their territories?”
Chanda turned to me. “Josh, what’s she doing?”
“Interrogating you,” I said, as I glared at my friend. “And sh
e better have a damned good reason for doing it.”
“Answer the question,” Rachel said, her stare unwavering.
“No, Rachel, I have nothing to do with China’s government,” Chanda said. “I have professional connections with Chinese paleontologists, and I suppose you could argue that they’re sponsored by the state. But that’s it.”
Rachel nodded, and said to Santino, “She’s not lying.”
“Thank you?” Chanda said. It was very nearly a question, except there was too much anger.
“Uh, yeah, sorry.” Santino met my eyes. In that moment, he didn’t need to be part of the collective for me to read his mind: a throwdown between Chanda and Rachel would have serious repercussions, quite possibly with a side order of blood transfusions. “Rachel is a human lie detector. She had to check to make sure you’re clean. If she says you aren’t lying, then you aren’t lying.”
Chanda’s fingernails began to *tap*tap*tap* against the laminate tabletop, and asked in that same tone: “She can tell I’m lying, just like that?”
“Cyborg thing,” I replied.
“And a cop thing,” Rachel added. “Y’know, come to think of it? It’s mostly a cop thing.”
“You don’t like me very much, do you.” This time, Chanda wasn’t asking a question at all.
Rachel opened her mouth, and—
If our meals hadn’t come at that moment, there might have been murder, but the day was saved with the prompt arrival of pancakes. Everybody took a few minutes to breathe, and to stuff enough carbohydrates into themselves to calm down.
“It’s not that I don’t like you,” Rachel finally said. “It’s that when your property was stolen, your first instinct was to track down a member of OACET.
“And…” she added, before Chanda could reply, “as that property was illegally acquired from a foreign country under questionable circumstances in the first place, you could have been setting Josh up to do serious damage to OACET’s reputation. It’s something I needed to consider.”
Chanda nodded. “I guess I can see that.”
“Especially since this one will follow his dick straight into a wood chipper if it had enough curves in all the right places,” Rachel said, as she gestured to me with a fork full of pancakes. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Chanda, and too good with computers yourself to run straight to Sir Humpsalot and beg for his help. Of course I’d be suspicious of you. This whole situation stinks worse than the dead squirrels in Josh’s apartment.”
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