He showed some consideration and left his office. I waited until his steps in the corridor had faded. Then I wakened my arm and leg muscles and let myself drop.
I came down on all fours like a cat. It was bloody difficult to turn around in such a short drop, but it was fun. In my opinion, I had deserved this little fun.
Now, I only had to get out. He had locked the door to the hallway behind him, but I had still memorized the key shape—formed from nano substance—from my way in.
The next door at the end of the hallway stood open, and from there to the kitchen I only had to pass two guards. Both didn’t notice my presence, although I boldly plucked a fluff from one shoulder.
The kitchen’s outer door was secured with a Frostdragon system. There was no way to fool this lock. However, a Dragon signature bearer could simply switch it off, leave, and then reactivate it—without creating the respective log entries.
Outside, the usual terrain surveillance was waiting for me—ultrasonic motion detectors with cameras and invisible infrared light barriers. If you avoided the light barriers and moved slowly enough, you couldn’t go wrong. Right?
Locks, alarm systems, motion detectors all meant a walk in the park. No problem for me. If only there weren’t these bloody dogs!
On my way in, I had simply waited until those darn creatures had moved to the garden’s far end. Now, I wasn’t inclined to wait so long. The alternative was simply being faster than the mutts. This again led to two problems.
First, I had to be able to adapt my camouflage coloring fast enough.
All a question of nano capacity, Ghost had reassured me. If a Windwraith—that is, an infantryman with a Frostdragon armor suit at the time of the Invasion—could camouflage himself and still run, then I could do it, too.
Second, I had to avoid each reaction of the ultrasonic motion detector. For this problem, a solution had existed long before the Dragons. The emitted sound simply mustn’t be reflected back to the sender. So my nanos didn’t just have to camouflage me, but also had to swallow the sound.
This way, I could cover the ground in a sprint and jump across the electric fence, before the dogs could pick up my scent.
Goodbye, Denver.
Part Two
Acquisition
Chapter Ten
The booty from my successful raids—that is, before my arrest—wasn’t ample, and, most importantly, it didn’t suffice to act the role of a gambler, but it did suffice for food on my way to Las Vegas, and for new clothes once I was there.
I could have afforded a bus, too, but I didn’t want to leave a trace. I could have traveled as hitchhiker, but I was through with carrying kegs. I could have stolen a means for transportation, but how’d I’ve gotten rid of it at my destination? Sink it in Lake Mead?
Instead, I decided to cover the distance on foot. After all, it was only seven-hundred-and-fifty-miles or twelve-hundred-and-fifty kilometers via Grand Junction and St. George, if I took the Interstate. However, the slightly more southerly route via Gunnison, Cortez, Kayenta, and Tuba City seemed to be a bit more runner-friendly, even if it would take a hundred miles more. There I’d also find opportunities to take a break.
The route planner in the Internet Café calculated eleven dull days and sixteen hours for this distance. The programmers couldn’t know about the speed of a nano-enhanced pedestrian. To be precise, nor did I know, because I hadn’t made use of the potential support during my last Ironman. I could only roughly estimate how fast I’d be—surely around fifty to sixty kilometers or thirty-five miles per hour—and, most importantly, how long I’d be able to maintain this speed.
I simply tried.
“Whoah!”
I could just barely catch my fall. Running off was easy, but I certainly had to work on slowing down!
Without any break, I had now run for about eight hours. Like a machine, without much thought, I had run along and was now approaching Grand Junction. So I had covered the first two-hundred-and-eighty miles. Notable!
After this effort, I was entitled to feel a bit exhausted. After all, the route I had chosen across secondary roads had a lot of ups and downs. After this effort and a day without lunch, I also was entitled to feel hungry.
Despite nanos and all, my feet hurt. I had only had a choice between running on the hot and hard roadway or on the stony shoulder. Neither had been pleasant. Well then—I had to get over that.
Think of something positive, Jo, I chided myself. You didn’t just cover an incredible distance in an incredible short amount of time, you also managed to remain invisible!
Nobody had seen me leaving Denver.
Now, I had to show myself. I was hungry, and I would help myself to a decent warm meal. I found a protected place behind a few dry bushes and lifted my own camouflage as well as that of my suit nanos. The skintight clothing looked like a combination of pantyhose and leotard, but this way I had at least a pocket for my cash.
“New in town?” the young man behind the counter asked.
“Yes.” As I didn’t have any idea of what to tell him, I simply smiled at him. Obviously, he liked that. Good, as I liked him, too.
“Cool gear.”
“Thanks. Your shorts are looking quite cute, too.” First of all, they were quite tight, so that I could easily recognize his cock. Moreover, I could see it swell. I returned the welcome by letting my nipples become hard. This in turn showed as clearly under my thin clothes as the shape of my vulva.
He sighed and fetched notepad and pen. “What would you like?”
“What’s the house’s recommendation today?”
“Bangers and mash with onion gravy.”
“Bangers.” I pretended to muse about it while openly staring at his cock. “I think I can’t have enough of that today.”
His pen’s tip paused over the pad. “We’ve got plenty.”
“Good. I feel so—unfilled. My body longs for firm meat.”
“Why do I have the feeling all the time that we’re not talking about food?”
“Because your body has long found out what you really want.” Meanwhile, it was more than obvious. “That’s what I want, too. After dinner.”
“I’m on the late shift.”
“I’ve got time.”
“You don’t let go, do you?”
“You didn’t say No.”
“Would that change a thing?”
“Not your hard-on. But you’d have to help yourself after work. Do you want that?”
“No.”
For a moment we both remained silent. Then I saw another guest approaching. “Okay. A large serving of bangers and mash with a lot of gravy, and a pitcher of beer, cold.”
“For you alone?”
“Yes, sure. Don’t worry. I’ll be fit.”
Chapter Eleven
It was as if I had discovered a new life.
Men came to me whenever they wanted to, that had been the way I knew it. No free extra rides, as that was bad for business. Sex was my business.
That was over. Now I chose the men, as long as I could, the men I liked. This meant sex without obligations, only for my pleasure. Oh yes, of course I could make sure that we both profited, after all I could build on years of experience. But otherwise I determined the menu. No blowjob if I didn’t want to. No anal intercourse if I didn’t want it. Simply snuggle up if I wanted to. Nice!
“I don’t get it,” Steve admitted. For my sake, he could have remained silent, as I simply felt well in his arm and with my head on his shoulder. I could stay there for hours!
“What?” I asked anyway.
“Everything. How can you devour three beer pitchers without showing any effect?”
“Oh. Alcohol simply doesn’t work with me.”
“Well then.”
“Anything else?”
“How do you do that?”
“What?”
“This here. Sex. You’re incredible. Incredibly good, and incredibly cute.”
“Thanks. I beli
eve I’m simply talented.” I’d surely not tell him about my professional experience.
“Jo?”
“Yes?”
“Why me?”
“Do you need a reason, Steve?”
“Not really.”
There was no reason. He had been in the right place at the right moment, looked good, and had properly reacted to my presence, that is, had grown an erection.
“I’m simply an uncomplicated girl in search of uncomplicated pleasure.”
“Yes. A pity.”
“Why?”
“That you’re not looking for more.”
“More what?”
“A steady relationship, for example?”
There, he caught me on the wrong foot. I had always assumed men would appreciate quick sex without obligations. Steve’s remark came ominously close to a proposal. Should I tell him that a floozy like me was out of the question for him?
If I pushed all thoughts of my second identity, my previous job, my hobby as a criminal, the Cartel’s pursuit, and my nanos aside for just a moment, what did I think about a steady relationship then? Each evening in the same man’s arms, each night the same penis?
Or perhaps a beach bar on a Pacific island together with a young, hot man, occasional shared or individual adventures not excluded?
That all felt so alien to me. That wasn’t me. I had become too used to my independence. Would I be able to realign—would I want to?
“I’m not ready for that yet. I’m not sure whether I’ll ever be ready.”
“A pity, really.”
“Thanks, Steve.”
“I’m sure the broken hearts of countless men line your path.”
“No, Steve, I don’t think so. A few, perhaps.”
“Perhaps you don’t notice them. I’m sure there are not just a few men in your life who’d give their life for you. But you don’t even pay attention to them.”
“No, Steve.” Oh yes, there were many men in my life. Men who had gladly made use of my services, who had gladly come back. But how many might have missed me? Who bothered about a whore, thief, street rat disappearing and moving on? The only one who I might call friend had been Reginald. “Nobody who knows me better would do that.”
“Then I should be grateful for not knowing more of you, because that’s how I see you. You’re a good woman, Jo. I feel that.”
I was grateful that he couldn’t see my face. Yet I couldn’t prevent his chest under my face becoming wet. Steve’s arms around my body held me a bit tighter.
“You’re crying, Jo. I didn’t want that.”
Chapter Twelve
The night with Steve had shaken me more than I was ready to admit. His unbiased assessment might be bare of any reasonable foundation, but it had come from the heart.
With full stomach and heavy heart, I had departed. After the next day’s leg, I hadn’t dared to search another stranger’s bed for the night. Honestly—I wouldn’t have been able to focus my mind on sex.
Instead, I had simply run on after dinner, had found a rough, stony place in the wild and rested there until dawn, then I had continued. Twelve-hour legs were possible, so I reached the outskirts of Las Vegas on the evening of the third day.
First, I found a roadhouse. On no account would I enter my worst opponent’s lair worn-out and literally run dry. So far, I had no plan for how to proceed anyway. I couldn’t simply show up in the large Casinos—there I’d run the risk of being recognized even after a long absence.
With a butterfly feeling in my tummy, I entered the building. To my relief, I found a female attendant waiting behind the counter. She cheerfully smiled at me. “Hello, sweetie, what may I offer you?”
Her glance wandered across my breasts to my crotch. At the same time, her nipples under the tight bustier rose. Moreover, she didn’t wear panties with the thin white shorts, under which her black hair clearly showed.
I had to admit that she was looking cute.
“What do you recommend tonight?”
“Me.”
That was clear. “When will you have time?”
“My shift is almost over.”
“So. Are you in a hurry, or may I eat first?”
She laughed. “No, that’s okay. I didn’t really expect you to agree. It was meant that way, wasn’t it?”
I allowed my nipples to harden, too. “Indeed. You’re looking very tasty. I’d gladly decorate my dinner on your body.”
“You can have that. We also offer food to go.”
“Very well. Do you live nearby?”
“In a camper close-by, together with a friend. You don’t have a hotel yet?”
“No. First, I need a job. And at the very first, some food.” I examined the board above the counter. “Fried noodles with veggies. Rice. Is the peanut gravy nicely thick?”
“Very.”
“Good. Do you have fresh bananas?”
“In the fruit salad.”
“No, the whole fruit.”
“I can ask the kitchen.”
“Please do. I’ll take three servings of fruit salad anyway. And ice cream, please. Do you have a fridge?”
“Yes, sure.”
“Good. Then a six-pack of beer, and a six-pack of energy drinks. The tall cans there, please.”
“That’s quite a lot.”
“I haven’t eaten all day, and you’ve really stirred my appetite.”
Especially as she appeared rather open-minded. She began to pack my order, and her excitement seemed to grow. Moreover, I noticed a very hot ass in her shorts.
Finally, she handed me a bundle of nine bananas. “How many?”
“All of them.”
“Okay. That’s it?”
That was it. I paid and then gave her a questioning glance. She smiled again and then walked toward the exit with swaying hips. Truly cute!
“I’m Jo, and you?”
“Aylil.”
“Won’t your friend be bothered if you bring me along?”
“She’s just starting her shift. Moreover, we’ve got plenty of room. The camper has six beds.”
The trailer was indeed large, but I wasn’t interested in the beds—not yet.
“Now?” Aylil asked cheekily as soon as the door had closed behind us.
“Now.” In order to not leave time for a moment of embarrassment, I stepped close to her and began an intimate French kiss, which she enthusiastically answered after a brief moment of surprise.
I simply let my nano leggings flow down my legs and helped her out of her shorts. Our tops followed, then I went down on my knees and plucked her shoestrings.
“You’re really going for it.”
“We’ve got plenty of time,” I objected, “but we don’t need clothes now. So, now recline on the table. I’m hungry.”
Chapter Thirteen
With a twist, I pulled the banana out and began to suck on it. Aylil moaned, so I peeled the next fruit and inserted it between my victim’s rosy lips.
Aylil’s hand moved toward her pussy. I intercepted it and placed her fingers to my own wet vagina.
“Does it taste good?” she asked.
“Very.” Okay, I could afford to sacrifice one banana. Peeled, I inserted it between my legs, moved it back and forth a few times, and then retracted it well creamed. “Here, try for yourself.”
She tested it with the tip of her tongue. Then she sucked.
“That tastes really good!”
I didn’t tell her that I could control the taste with the aid of my nanos, if necessary. In this case, I had only cheated a little.
Her caresses made me hotter and hotter. The food soon got in the way, so I devoured the last banana remainder and then kneeled down next to the table. Without being told, Aylil spread her cute little feet with the red-painted nails further apart. Her pink tunnel gaped invitingly, and, above it, her clit’s swollen rosy knob glistened. A thin white trickle had created a puddle on the table. Behind her bellybutton, the firm cups of her nipples rose.
No—now there was only one erogenous zone I’d focus upon. How deep could my tongue penetrate?
But first, I licked up the white trace. Then I tasted the surroundings, where a little body humidity had collected during the course of the day. Her pubic hair smelled like a day of textile confinement, too, mixed with the typical aroma of barbecue and nicotine.
Finally, I felt her inside, sucked up more of her juice, before I reached her clitoris. She came almost immediately.
Patiently, I waited for her labia’s trembles to fade.
“Show me your bed.”
“You said you’re looking for a job. Any idea what?”
I didn’t want to leave traces with Aylil. But it couldn’t hurt getting some current news.
“Not at all. I’ll have to listen around first.”
“What can you do?”
“Anything that’s called for. Waitress, kitchen aid, Keno runner, chambermaid.”
“Chambermaid is crap. Mega stress and poor pay. As a waitress, you’re better off—you can’t do more work than the guests demand, and you earn good tips. Kitchen aid is fair, but only if the cook is in good mood. Otherwise you’ll take all the heat, and no tips. And the runners—well, they’re free game.”
“What does that mean?”
“The base pay is ridiculous. You’ll get tips from the winners if you’re lucky and wear yourself out trying to serve enough gamblers. Most girls can’t live from that. So they don’t wear panties under their mini-skirts. Clear?”
“Clear.”
I was as well aware that the better-paid jobs wouldn’t work at all. For the reception desk, I lacked the education, and croupiers needed a security check.
“I’m not picky. But I think it needn’t be the quick job.”
After all, the runners still had their job, had ongoing games and waiting gamblers. There was no time for more than an ultra-short quickie—as soon as he came, she had to go. I wasn’t eager for that.
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