Wicked Stepdad: Jack Tower Books 4 - 6

by Carrie Breeze

  “Something like three months,I think.”

  “Why’d you break up anyway? You never told me.”

  “He didn’t have the balls to tell me he loved me, himself. I actually heard it from my sister. You know how humiliating that is?”

  “Maybe there was a good reason. Ever ask him?”

  “Not really. I was too shocked.”

  “Well, I think you should give him a second chance. Give him a call. See what he’s doing tonight. Have him take you to that new place on Wharf Street down in the old port, One Eye’d Pete’s. I hear it’s very romantic and the steaks are to die for. Then, afterward, have him take you home and fuck his little monkey brains out.”

  “Rox, now you got my panties melting just thinking about it. Maybe you’re right. Yeah, what the hell, nothing to loose, right? I’ll give Brent a call.

  Roxy gets called away to wait on a group of rowdy college boys by the stage. I dig out my cell phone and punch in Brent’s number. He and I had never actually “done it.” Never progressed past kissing and petting, he’s a little on the bashful side. But, I have a feeling that my newfound horniness will put a quick end to that. I just hope he’s packing something in his pants big enough to satisfy my unquenchable appetite.

  Chapter 10

  As I expected, Brent is over-enthused to hear from me and we set up a date for eight at One Eyed Pete’s. I guzzle the rest of my drink, give Roxy a fond farewell for the evening, promising to exchange stories over lattes in the morning, and head over to The Clarion to put together my human interest story on Jack Tower. However, before starting to write, I go online and do a little digging on Transhumanism. After a couple hours of mental elbow grease, this is the story I submit for print to my editor, Brandon Gersh.

  Jack Tower

  Savior of the Human Race

  Or

  Power Hungry Charlatan?

  Have you ever wished you had a perfect memory, that you could speak multiple languages or that you were a wiz at math? Surrender to Jack Tower and you may have your wish.

  Tower is CEO of Tower Intel Technologies, a world leader in artificial intelligence research. He’s the maverick genius who recently succeeded in reverse engineering the human brain, a process that maps the architecture of how our brains are put together - revealing its billions of nerve connections and the strength of those connections. Why has he done this? It’s given him a blueprint for constructing an artificial human brain. Although he’s offered no proof, Tower claims to already have built such a brain.

  How has he done this? By an in vivo brain reconstruction process Tower calls, Progressive Brain Replication. This process uses programmable nanobots - molecular scale machines that enter the recipient’s bloodstream. From there they travel to the brain and map it while simultaneously destroying the old biological brain and building the new synthetic brain in its place. This radical procedure has yet to be tested on a human. That’s because Congress is still debating its potential legal, ethical and moral consequences.

  As of this story, Tower is aggressively recruiting candidates for his new “brain.” He believes that creating artificial minds of superior intelligence should be the human race’s top priority. “This would open up a world of unlimited achievement,” he said.

  But what would a planet full of ultra nerds do to the species? Would sex become obsolete? A scary thought. What is his true motive? Tower seems to be harboring many secrets. Why have these revelations come to light so soon after the tragic loss of his wife, Kate. Does he have secret plans to reanimate her dead body? Where will he stop? Does he plan to engineer a race of human/A.I. hybrid robots? These are all questions we should demand answers to before allowing his research to proceed. One thing is certain to this writer, Jack Tower will stop at nothing to get what he wants.

  I type up the story at light speed, email the file to Brandon and, not interested in waiting to hear his response, rush home, hop in the shower, borrow the sluttiest tube dress I can find in Roxy’s closet, say, “fuck the panties,” hop in the Subaru and speed off to the Old Port.

  Chapter 11

  What a nice boy Brent Schlect I; someone a girl can bring home to mom and dad and make then feel proud. Clean shaved, neatly groomed side-parted hair, Pepsodent smile, well-mannered, polite, respectful - enough to make me barf. Why did I let Roxy talk me into this? I’m going to go in, fuck this boy silly and get out. I’m going to turn old wholesome Brent into a bad boy.

  I find One Eyed Pete’s down this narrow cobble stone lane. Its store front is made to look like a pirate ship. There’s a skull-n-crossbones flag flying above the door. I park in the lot down the block. It’s eight-forty-five.

  Inside, the hostess, dressed like a wench, shows me to a booth in back. Brent’s sitting there twiddling his thumbs, nursing a coke, looking like he thinks I stood him up. He sees me coming and brightens up like a ten megaton explosion.

  “Sasha,” he gushes, standing and sliding out to greet me. “You look… so hot.”

  “Sorry I’m late. Been waiting long?” I wrap him in a lusty embrace - right leg wrapped around his, tummy rubbing up against his crotch, left hand squeezing his left ass cheek and my tongue in his right ear. “I want you so bad, Brent. Where you been?” I breath into his ear. I feel him grow against me. I feel his temperature rise. Sweat beads up on his neck. The waitress has arrived. She timidly clears her throat. I let go.

  “Brent, you’re embarrassing me,” pointing at his ostentatious erection straining under his khaki slacks. “Slide in before you get us both arrested.” He blushes, sliding into the booth. I slide in beside him.

  “Would you like to order something from the bar?” the waitress asks setting down glasses of water.

  “Yeah, bring me a beer and a fireball,” I say, leering at Brent.

  “Coke’s fine for me.”

  The waitress scampers off.

  “Now, where were we before we were interrupted,” I say, touching his hand, intertwining our fingers.

  “Sasha, this isn’t like you. What happed?”

  “We haven’t seen each other for so long.”

  “Sure, it’s been three months. But, you’re so… aggressive.”

  “I just realized I was wrong about you, Brent. And I want to make it up to you. Do you love me?”

  Before he can answer our drinks come. I throw back the fireball. It burns all the way down to my entrails. Lights my skin on fire. I love that feeling. Makes me go wild. I impulsively reach over, grab Brent behind the neck and French him deep. Share some of my fire. He starts squirming and I release him.

  “Wow! Where did you learn that?” his eyes popping out of his head.

  “It’s just something I’ve always wanted to do to you. Shall we order? We can share one menu.” I slide over, practically onto his lap, and spread out the menu in front of us, looking it over. “What do you feel like, huh, baby?” snuggling up to him. He’s pressed all the way up against the wall. I got him penned in.

  “I was thinking about the Halibut.”

  “Okay, seafood’s good. Want an appetizer to go with that?” I squeeze his hand and slide it closer to the edge of the table, caressing the back of his hand with my thumb.

  “Well, um, the potato wedges sounds good. What do you think?”

  “I was actually thinking about… the bearded clams,” I purr into his shoulder, batting my eyelashes up at his eyes as I slip his hand under the table and up my skirt. He feels I have no panties and his body melts into jelly. The waitress comes to take our order. I’m all wet and tingling all over. Brent is drooling and trying to give our order without slobbering all over the menu.

  “Yeah, umm-hmm,” clearing his throat. “We’ll just have two halibut dinners, thank you,” saliva spilling from the corner of his mouth. Using my free right hand, I reach over and catch it with a napkin.

  “You’ll have to excuse, Brent,” I moan, his fingers probing inside me. “Sea food always does this to him.” She takes our order and hurries off, leavi
ng us alone. All the nearby customers are too self-absorbed to notice my sexual hijinks. Brent pulls his hand free and drys it on his napkin.

  “Sasha, maybe we should save the foreplay for later. I don’t think this is the place,” taking a drink from his coke and wiping his lips. “Right now, I think we should talk about our relationship.”

  “Brent, let me ask you something?”

  “Sure, anything.”

  “Are you gay? Do you want to share recipes?”

  “Wha….Of course not.”

  “Then what’s the deal? I lay my pussy out practically on a platter for your pleasure, and all you want to do is talk?” shrugging. “What’s up? You hang around The Crazy Lobster for three months bugging Roxy about me and now , here I am. I’m yours and you shrug me off. I should be insulted. You want me to walk out right now?” glaring at him.

  “Of course not. I want you, bad…. It’s just not the right place.”

  “You’re right. Maybe I did get a little carried away. Excited to see you, I guess,” smiling guiltily. “Hey! I just got an idea.”

  “What is it?”

  “Come with me, you’ll see,” pulling him out of the booth.

  “Our food?”

  “This won’t take long.” I spot an exit sign by the restrooms and, taking Brent by the hand,lead him down the short hall and out the back door. We step into a dimly lit alley lined with huge green dumpsters. There’s no one around. I’m so hungry for raw sex I really don’t care. I pull Brent around the nearest dumpster, away from the restaurant door and practically slam him up against the brick wall. He is so shocked that he offers no resistance whatsoever. He’s my passive sex slave. I unzip him and pulled him out. Oh my God, he’s so small.

  “Brent, what do you expect me to do with that little thing?” shooting him a look of disgust. He just whimpers like a scolded puppy. “You disgust me, Brent. You don’t deserve this, but, because you’re a friend I’m going to show you how a real woman does it to a guy. I hike up my skirt and thrust myself onto him, slamming him into the wall. I think tears start welling up in his eyes.

  “When I’m through, Brent, there’ll be nothing left of you. Stand up straight.” His knees are beginning to buckle.

  Suddenly a shadow crosses my eyes. I turn my head and see a tall dark and handsomely dressed man. He steps forward. I recognize him and scream.

  “Sasha, let him go. Come with me.” It’s Jack Tower. He holds out his hand. I dismount Brent, letting him collapse to the cobblestones, and latch onto the arm of my one true desire. He leads me out to the street and into his waiting limo.

  Chapter 12

  Jack’s stretch limo is beyond belief - big screen TV, complete wet bar, moon roof. I hop in and bounce on the chocolate leather sofa. Just like a school girl at a sleep-over. Jack climbs in and sits next to me. I cling on him. The chauffeur closes the door and we’re rolling.

  “Welcome aboard, Sasha,” Jamie says, smiling broadly. “It’s good to see you again.”

  “I’m so sorry about what I said earlier,” I say, smiling ruefully. “I take it all back.” I don’t understand what has come over me since leaving Tower Intel headquarters this afternoon. Something has changed. I know it’s not the alcohol. It’s not that kind of change. It’s like something inside me, some demon, has been let lose.

  “May I get you some wine?” Jack says. He’s so suave in his tux. He could be James Bond.

  “Love some, Jack,” can’t believe I used his first name. I like this new boldness. He reaches into the wet bar, takes a wine bottle from a bucket of ice and two chilled wine glasses.

  “This is Chateau Montaigne, vintage 1960,” filling my glass. We tip glasses and I sip.

  “Mmm, so smooth, so mellow,” sliding my hand along his leg. He’s so muscular. He puts his hand on mine, gently, firmly, stopping me before I reach his crotch. I can see he’s well endowed. I try to reach him but he’s so strong and holds me back. He smiles knowingly. “Tell me, how did you find me?”

  “I’ll get to that, dear. But, before I do, there’s something I must explain.”

  “What is it,” taking another sip. That sounded kind of ominous. But the wine is strong and I feel the tension leave my limbs. I just sort of recline into him. I take another sip. “I think I need to lie down for this.” He lets me lay my head in his lap. He strokes my hair and smiles down upon me. I feel in heaven.

  “Do you remember my telling you that your job at Tower Intel was to be the subject for an artificial intelligence brain?”

  “Yes. Do you still want me to do that? Is that why you’ve come for me?”

  “Well, my dear, it’s already been planted within you.”

  “What….So, that explains it.”

  “Yes, that explains your sudden extremely aggressive sexual appetite.”

  “But how? You haven’t cut me open.”

  “It was a non-invasive procedure. Remember the chocolate chip cookies?”

  “Yes, they were a little off….”

  “That’s because those chocolate chips were actually a nanobot paste. Once inside your bloodstream they entered your central nervous system and began reconstructing your brain. The nanobots were specially programed to make slight modifications in your brain structure. Such as constructing a homing beacon - that’s how we found you. And, I wanted you a little more sexually, should we say, liberated. However, as you are well aware, I went a little too far. The hyper development of your amygdala - that’s the part of your brain responsible for generating sexual desire - along with that of certain other structures in your limbic system is what has caused your aggressive sexual behavior tonight.”

  “I thought you picked me up because you wanted to fuck me, Jack,” feeling very groggy. My eyelids fall and the limo goes dark. “Where are you taking me?”

  “I’m taking you home with me, dear. To Tower Manor. Have a good sleep, now.”

  Chapter 13

  “Where am I? Jack! What are are you doing to me?” My screams echo through a cavernous chamber. I’m locked in some kind of cell with iron bars and stone walls. The place looks frighteningly medieval. I’m freaking out. I’m shivering. Still wearing just my body tube. I don’t remember coming here or even where I am. “Hey! Can anybody hear me out there?” Distant footsteps echo down a nearby stairwell.

  “Hello, I’m Bob,” a degenerate looking bald guy says, appearing as he descends the old stone steps. He walks like a woman, swinging his hips as he approaches. “Welcome to Tower Manor. Mr. Tower has been notified that you’ve woken. He’s on his way. Can I get you anything? Coffee, tea….”

  “You can get me the hell out of here. What the hell is this?”

  “Ahhh, Sasha,” Jack says, descending the steps, looking as fresh and virile and sexy as ever. He’s in casual slacks and a sports shirt. It must be morning. “Bob, would you please let Sasha out?” as soon as the door is open I run up to him, slap his face and then fall upon his strong, burly chest. He feels so warm and solid. Mmmm. I bury my face into his shirt. His manly scent drives me wild, sending tingles through my loins. I want him in me, now!

  “Why did you lock me up like that?” looking up into his eyes beseechingly.

  “I just wanted to make sure you didn’t run off again. Can’t afford to have you wandering about Cummings Cove in your hyper state of sexual arousal.” He smiles paternally and gently pats my head. I feel safe and reassured in his arms. I hug him tight, never wanting to let go.

  “Jack, did you do me last night?”

  “No, no, no, dear. You were quite inebriated last night. Taking advantage of a helpless young girl such as yourself would never turn me on. That’s the first thing you should understand about Jack Tower, I require a substantial challenge to turn my crank.”

  “Point well taken,” I say, kissing the wisp of dark hair poking out above his open shirt. “So, what next. I am your slave.”

  “Haha, you are getting to know me, you little devil,” playfully squeezing the button of my nose bet
ween his thumb and forefinger. “Well, my dear, your artificial brain has completed its development. You are now ready for phase two.” Placing his right index finger under my chin he lifts my face and lowers his lips to where they just barely graze mine. His yellow-blue eyes sparkle into mine. His left hand lovingly strokes my hair. My pussy melts. I need him now.

  “Sexual experimentation?” I say, literally on fire, my whole body squirming with sexual tension.

  “I’m afraid not, my dear. I need to test the viability of your new brain….Will it reanimate?” Jack locks his lips onto mine. I have no idea what he means. We French deeply and passionately. I writhe all up and down along his massive body, like a vine entwining a mighty oak. I want to stay this way forever. His huge hands slide from my head down to my neck and clamp around it vice-tight. I’ve heard asphyxiation heightens sexual pleasure. It’s true. I’m literally in orbit. My eyes are popping out of my head as I climax. Jack breaks the kiss.

  “I think it is Poe who said that there’s nothing more erotic than a dead woman. I’ll see you on the other side, my dear.” That was the last thing I heard him say as I wilted in his arms and the world went dark.

  JACKED

  In the

  BOX

  Jack Tower Book 6

  Carrie Breeze

  Chapter 14

  I awake as if from a deep chasm. I’m disoriented. The muscles in my groin tighten and then spasm. My legs are trembling. Next thing I know my whole body is convulsing out of control. My feet and hands are prickling with pain as if they’re being pulled through a cactus field. I feel hard cold metal press against my back. I’m lying on a gurney. Hands rush to hold me down. I’m sweating. My vagina feels wet and tingly. Looking down the length of my body, my legs are spread wide. I’m completely naked. I see the blonde hair of a woman who has her head buried in my crotch. I squirm and press against her. She raises her face up out of my pussy and looks like she just won the lottery. Her blue eyes sparkle with joy, and a broad smile stretches across her lips. What has just happened?