The Archaeologist’s Mistress
A Sare Jeffries: Martian Private Eye Mystery
Jamie MacFrey
© 2019 Jamie MacFrey
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 1
“N eed you. See me. GJS HQ. ASAP.”
That’s all that Theed Montgomery had written, and it was five years since I’d gotten a booty call from the man, but I could still read the signs of a man desperate to peel my clothes off. It had been much the same when we’d been in one of the first academy classes of Martians allowed to join what was then just becoming known as the System Police Department. This had been back when there’d been a real thrill to joining humanity’s first inter-planetary police force, before it had become humanity’s first inter-planetary Gestapo for humanity’s first inter-planetary strongman.
When we’d finally joined the force and found our shifts over, we’d zip across the street to Farrell’s, a scummy dive bar on Zeus Avenue in the Olympus administrative quarter of New Angeles, and drink up enough courage to get the other one to come home with us and fuck silly until we couldn’t remember what we’d seen on patrol. It was a coping mechanism. Better than some, worse than others.
So too were the dares, which generally involved modifying our bodies in the various ways young people with no kids and a good government salary do. A breast augmentation for me, a cock augmentation for him, weird tattoos in weird places, sex where the fines were prohibitive.
Which is to say all that history came pouring back when my optical lit up with Theed’s message, the neon of his text firing across my eyeball, in stark contrast to the darkened light of my office. It never even crossed my mind that he might want me in a more professional capacity. When we’d left the SPD, after it had become more about kicking the teeth out of dissidents rather than solving crimes, I’d become a private investigator and Theed had gone into corporate security. If he’d wanted me for something more than the best fuck of his life, he could’ve called any time in that five years. Or at least put more work into his message.
Or maybe I was too worked up to read the signs. That could’ve been it. It’d been a long time since I’d felt human contact, at least since the night Mari...disappeared. I guess I could’ve tried to find a stranger, but it felt like a lot of effort for an uncertain promise of pleasure, and I was too leery of the neuro dens to try a created reality—I used to work Vice Squad, I knew what the more unethical clerks were doing when their customers were still under in netstate.
No, I could go for a familiar cock connected to a familiar man, with a baseline of guaranteed quality.
Which meant that I tore through my closet aiming for something that looked respectable from the outside but was ready to go on the inside. I settled on an open cup bra and a thong, smuggled under a trench coat and leather boots.
I could’ve taken my old ‘45 Zond V, but given that I didn’t think I’d find much in the way of parking in downtown New Angeles, I opted for an autocab, instead. The attendant’s eyes lit up when he saw me. I suspected that he’d been at this job long enough to recognize the tell-tale signs of someone mostly naked in his cab, but I also knew that the autocab company had him under fairly strict orders not to make customers feel uncomfortable.
Which was why, after agreeing to order an extremely overpriced Old Fashioned, I took a bit of delight in complaining bitterly about the heat, fishing an ice cube out of my glass, sucking on it for a moment, then running it down my neck and then across the tops of my tits, causing them to glisten and sparkle like they were leaves with the morning dew on them.
“Thanks,” I said, handing back the mostly melted ice cube back to the speechless attendant. “That’s much better.” And then I went back to reading the news until we got downtown.
GalaxJonesStein had built a great big tower to house their whole operation, back when land on Mars was cheap and there weren’t so many regulators who wouldn’t look the other way on some questionable allowances on the code. I’d heard they had an actual alien they’d bought from the old US government’s Area 51 base in the basement, which was where so many of their breakthroughs came from. That said, you never met anyone who’d seen the alien, or met anyone who’d met anyone who’d seen the alien, so I was pretty doubtful it was true. But there was security like it was.
“You a visitor?” asked the guard at the door. He reminded me of a baboon: beady eyes, big nose, and nothing but upper-body work. That said, few baboons were packing this much heat. I’d seen less artillery on the SPD SWAT team than on this guy. “Tours are only on Wednesday and Thursday.”
“I have a meeting. Sare Jeffries, to see Theed Montgomery,” I said.
He looked at me doubtfully and muttered something into the communicator hanging off his ear. I made an attempt to go on past him, but he stiff armed me, mashing a hand into my boob.
“Ow,” I said. “That fucking hurt.”
“They’re sending someone down,” he said, ignoring my suffering. “We can’t just have anyone wandering around the Headquarters. We do a lot of sensitive work for the Mars government, you know.”
“I know,” I said. The coziness between the Mars Provisional Authority and GJS was well documented in the few independent press sites that GJS hadn’t managed to buy or stamp out.
I was wondering how long I’d have to stand out here while this gorilla with a gun and a flimsy bit of tin pretending to be a big boy badge regarded me like I was some criminal scum, when one of the most delightful creatures I’ve ever seen pushed open the door. Better suited to the pages of a fashion magazine than a pharmaceutical company’s headquarters. Petite and curvaceous with bright blonde hair she’d had arrayed into a tightly bound tower that sat precariously balanced on her head. She was wearing a tight blue skirt that hugged her around the knees, and everywhere else, and above that, far more distractingly, was her shirt, a genuine 2nd Skin brand article, opaque white, yet, true to the marketing jingle, made it seem like she was wearing nothing at all, nothing flattened or squeezed by the fabric. Fashion just keeps getting better.
“M. Jeffries?” she said. “M. Montgomery will see you now.”
I gave M. Army of One Baboon a satisfied smiled and slipped past him and the girl at the door, making sure I was able to brush up against the front of her to feel how soft her chest was. Not as big as mine, but still nothing to cough at.
She extended a hand. “I’m M. Montgomery’s personal assistant, Peppy.”
“I’ll bet,” I said, shaking her hand. She gave me a very wide, inviting smile and asked me to follow her into an elevator, turning her back to me.
It occurred to me that Theed had very likely hired this woman himself, and with a specific type of personal assistance in mind that probably wasn’t fetching visitors in from the cold, and the idea that he’d invited me over in the middle of the day for sex was sadly mistaken. But I was too worked up at this point to bother with it. I was here for pleasure. If he wanted business, he could satisfy himself after he satisfied me.
The elevator took us straight into Theed’s private office. Peppy held the door as I stepped out and glanced around. She took her hand away, smiling at me as the door closed. The numbers above the elevator descended b
y one.
Theed Montgomery sat behind what looked to be a real oak desk, not the GenOak the one in my office was made of. They claimed GenOak was as good as the real thing, but I swore I could smell the difference real wood from Earth made. Or maybe it was just Theed’s cologne.
He’d hardly aged a day since I saw him last. A week’s stubble clung to his cheeks and chin, the red clashing with his short cropped brown hair, like he still needed to get it buzzed down when we were in the SPD. His suit was tailored, and I could see he was in better shape now than in the academy. You could tell he’d been in the police because his idea of formal clothing included a tie, standard issue on our dress blues. No one else wore them, except actors doing movies set in the 20th century.
“Sare,” he began, but stopped dead when I shrugged out of my trench. I’m not afraid to admit I’m in rather good shape myself. Flat belly, shapely legs, and an ass you could bounce coins off of, if you can still find a coin to bounce. Plus, the gene therapy enhanced tits. Theed certainly seemed to like it. His eyes ran my whole length, pausing slightly as he drank in my breasts and then my lips.
“Oh, fuck,” he muttered.
I strode behind his desk and smiled down at him. I teased my left nipple with my hand.
“Like what you see?”
“I do.” I lifted one booted leg into his chest, and pushed him away from the desk a little. He wasn’t lying; the tenting in his pants that confirmed how much he was enjoying my body. I eased him out of the suit jacket while he undid his tie.
I sank to my knees in front of him, undoing the clasps that held his pants on, smiling up at him as I dragged the process out, only pulling his pants down a little, until they were just below his ass, and pushing his shirt up a little at the bottom.
“I’ll bet you make that piece of tail in the elevator do this you every day,” I said.
“Only sometimes,” he allowed.
“Old age slowing you down, then,” I teased. I slipped my hand into his underwear, which I was surprised to find was silk. But I was more surprised at what I found under it.
“Holy shit,” I said. “This is different.” I pulled his pants down to his ankles along with his underwear and drew his cock out into the light.
By the time we were finished one-upping each other with body modifications, Theed Montgomery had been a big man. He’d been seven fantastic inches when I’d had him, and thick, too. But what he was working with now was ten inches and nearly as wide as his wrist. It was fully erect, jutting up into the air as I failed to close my hand around it.
“Like what you see?” he asked, grinning down at me.
“The private sector’s been good to you,” I said, stroking slowly up his shaft.
Theed chuckled. “It has indeed. Not as good as you, though.”
“Nothing is,” I murmured. I leaned forward and licked up and down the length of his cock, staring up as he devoured me with his eyes.
I kissed the head a little, before enveloping him between my lips. Theed made to wrap his hands through my hair, but I intercepted them with my own, entwining our fingers together instead. I pushed as far as I could, choked a little and then slipped him out of my mouth, gasping.
“You used to do better than that,” Theed admonished me.
“You were a lot shorter then!” I said. “And, besides, it’s been awhile since I’ve been with a man.”
“Sare,” said Theed. He broke my hold on his right hand and brushed a wayward strand of hair out of my eyes. “I was sorry to hear about Mari.”
“I…” I didn’t know he’d kept tabs and was taken aback a little that he’d shown more interest in me than just my tits and pussy. But I didn’t want to get drawn into a bit of emotional back and forth with him. I was here for the sex.
“Shut up,” I finished, wrapping my free hand around the base of his cock to steady it as I plunged back down, pushing even further this time.
“Oh, shit, that’s so good,” he said. I felt his fingers cupping the back of my head and moaned around him. I stopped bobbing along his cock and just held still, resisting the pressure from his hand. Theed knew just what I wanted him to do. He shifted his hand until it was cupped along my neck and jaw and began to buck, thrusting his cock into my mouth rapidly, driving a little deeper each time until finally my latent gag reflex got tickled and I choked a little and backed off.
“Oh, fuck, yeah, baby, fuck my face,” I said, mostly buying time to collect myself. “I’ll bet you missed putting your cock in my mouth.”
I pulled him back inside my lips, letting him resume his thrusting, staring up into his eyes as he did.
“To be honest, I missed what came out of your mouth more,” he said. Theed did love it when I talked dirty. But right now I was more interested in him coming in my mouth, so I put a hand on his hips to stop him, and began to suck on him again. I moved my hand down to play with his balls and released his other hand so I could stroke the remainder of the shaft I couldn’t swallow.
I’m not ashamed to say that I like to give head and that I’ve gotten good at it. There was a long time when I thought good girls didn’t have penetrative sex but did do oral, my parents being devout Tantric Catholics. Combined with my generally raging libido, this meant blowing most of the boys at school and any of the girls that would let me.
Which is to say, Theed barely stood a chance before he groaned and shot his load down my throat. He was so deep I barely tasted how acrid it was as I swallowed, making sure not to let a drop of his cum escape.
“God fucking damn, Sare, just like old times,” he said as I licked him clean.
“I remember there being more,” I said.
“I think I just ejaculated all my internal organs,” laughed Theed. “And you’re worried about more. Well, just thank your lucky stars I didn’t get a Gaisar implant like the saleswoman tried to convince me to, or you’d still be choking it down.”
I couldn’t help but notice he was still hard, no down time on his cock at all. That wasn’t the Theed I remembered either.
“Did you get something else besides just a size enhancement, though?” I asked.
“Yeah, they call it an instant reset,” Theed said. “It lets me get hard at the drop of the hat. Hell, I can stay like this for 24 hours without, you know, priapism or anything bad like that. It’s like being sixteen again without all the awkward boners, pimples, and squeaking. It makes for some pretty great Saturdays.”
“Well, I think you’re wrong about this being like old times,” I said. I turned around, giving him a view of my full, firm ass. He groped it as I backed over his lap, but I slapped his hands away. I reached down and grabbed his cock with one hand to steer it and pulled my panties to one side with the other.
“How’s that?”
“I haven’t gotten off yet,” I said, then plunged down onto his monster of a penis.
“Oh fuck!” I screamed. There’s always this feeling I have that no matter how big or small something looks by itself, the pussy is the great equalizer. Once you’ve got it in there, that’s that, unless it’s so small you can’t tell. At least, that’d been my experience to this point. I’d never encountered an enhancement before. Theed’s horse cock was so thick I was stretched to the edge to accommodate him.
“You’re right,” he managed from behind me. “You were always so tight, but you’ve never felt as tight as right now.”
Theed’s hands found their way to my tits, and he began to maul them just the way I’d taught him to, all those years back when we were just rookies having stupid fun. I twined my fingers with his, until we were both squeezing and pawing at me together. Down below, I managed to give his cock a little squeeze with my pussy.
Theed groaned when I did, lifting his hips a little, trying to push his way deeper inside my white hot cunt, to no avail. When that didn’t work, he dragged my right hand down off my breast, through my neatly trimmed pubic hair to my clit.
“Touch yourself,” he said.
To be hone
st, I would’ve done it on my own in the next few seconds, even if he hadn’t told me to. This even felt like one of those times I might’ve gotten there on penetration alone, given how full I felt, but I didn’t want to risk anything right now. As I started to stroke my clit with my right hand, Theed’s hand followed behind mine, echoing its movements. Between his hands, his cock, and my furious fingers, I was wracked by an orgasm much better than anything he’d ever given me before, almost as good as with Mari.
Again I pushed her from my mind.
I’d stopped moving as my pussy spasmed in the throes of my climax, and Theed had stopped thrusting in response, so there was a wonderful moment where we were just very still, him buried inside of me, and me panting heavily, watching Theed’s hand on my chest rise and fall in time to my breath. Beads of sweat began to slip down my cleavage, feeling cool in the air of the office as they made their way south down my body.
Theed’s hands left mine and I looked down as they hooked themselves under my thighs, just seconds before he lifted me into the air, still impaled on his cock. He stepped out of his pants and I gave a wordless little moan as the movement and sheer gravity caused him to shift inside me sweetly. He slowly tilted me forward until I caught myself on his desk and then he let my legs down. His hands disappeared for a moment, and then I felt them pulling at my panties again until there was a ripping sound and the whole pair fell down my right leg to the floor.
“Oh, goddamn it, Theed,” I said. “I liked those.”
“Sorry, they were in the way,” he said. “I’ll buy you a new pair. Or, rather…”
He put a hand on my back forcing me up against the surface of the desk. I’m no expert on what real oak feels like, but I know what GenOak feels like, especially in this position, and this wasn’t that. Theed shifted around the FlimsyFilms on his desk, looking for God knows what. I was only interested in how boring his cock was being, so I gave it another little squeeze with my pussy. From the corner of my eye, I saw Theed wince a little with the effort to keep himself composed, and I smiled at him. He pulled at a flimsy I’d inadvertently trapped under me. It rolled my nipple as it sprung free.
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