“Alice? Honey? Moan if you’re ok.”
Mark. His voice was tight with worry and I felt his rough hand brushing my sweat-soaked hair from my eyes. A tear escaped as I felt so tired yet so full of need. His concern was lighting a different fire in me. This one was small now, but I knew it would grow into something so much more than craving the sex or impressing him or William or Walker.
I moaned, grateful as I felt him quickly undo my ball gag. My jaw ached as he pulled it free, leaving my mouth starkly empty. His strong arms scooped me up and settled me in his lap. I felt William’s control relax on my body, but he was still in me. Mark’s hand stroked my hair as I snuggled into the nape of his neck.
This was what was growing. These two men weren’t practicing with me anymore. This felt like something bigger and far more dangerous. We were starting to care about each other.
As he rocked me, Mark’s hand slid down to my breasts. His thumb skimmed and circled my nipples until they were tight rockets of pleasure, leaving me moaning into the crook of his neck. I began to squeeze my legs together, trying to relieve the tension building in my slit.
Understanding what I needed, Mark let his hand drift farther down, nudging my legs open. William let him. They fell apart and his long fingers began to stroke my hot, wet pussy. They circled and traced each fold and crevice slowly, gently, until I was whimpering and crying, desperate to come.
Finally he sank two fingers into me, curling up into the spot inside that made me gasp. My orgasm was building so hard but I fought it, god I fought it, not wanting to let him make me feel this way. My body wasn’t listening, though. When his thumb began to rub my clit I came, falling apart in his arms, my choked cries of pleasure filling the room.
“Jesus,” I heard William gasp as he released his hold on my mind.
Gently, so gently, Mark lay me on my side on the bed.
“Were you able to get what you needed, William?” There was no more edge to Mark’s voice, no more bitterness. Just melancholy, and it made my heart ache for all of us and the beautiful mess we were in.
“Yeah. I was able to hit your wall several times, Mark. I’ll be able to collect the information from Salvatore.”
I breathed a huge sigh of relief. We had done it, we had found a way to complete our mission.
“That’s good I guess.”
“You guess?”
“Yeah,” Mark moved to the edge of the bed, facing William. “It’s just a fucked up situation. It shouldn’t go down like this.”
I expected William to protest. After all, this had been his idea. Instead he nodded. “Yeah, it shouldn’t. We play the cards we’re dealt.”
“Is that what you do, Will? Play the cards you get? Because it seems like you’ve been dealt some shitty cards, being the psychic prodigy that you are.”
I watched William shift uncomfortably. I could see his erection still straining against his pants. Apparently the control he was finding while in me meant he didn’t orgasm when I did.
“We’ve all got shit. I just try to do one job at a time and stay as much myself as I can, you know?”
Instead of answering, Mark slid down to the floor and crawled to William. I watched in wonder as Mark closed the gap, leaning in and gently kissing William. Their mouths hovered together for a sweet kiss before William broke away.
“What are you doing?” He whispered, his cheeks burning red.
“You deserve to be taken care of, too. We all pulled the short stick here. Let me help you.”
“I’m…I’m fine.”
“Sure you are.” Mark’s mouth crushed against William’s again, harder, stifling any further arguments. I was too tired to move and too dumbstruck to know what to do even if I could. I drank in the sight of their passionate kiss.
Mark slowly undressed Will, lifting his shirt to reveal a long, lithe body. Those fingers which had so recently brought me such pleasure unbuttoned William’s pants, sliding them down until he pulled them all of the way off. Next came the boxer-briefs until William was completely, radiantly nude. He was large like Mark, though Mark’s cock was a bit wider.
William still looked like he wanted to protest as Mark’s head dipped down and I watched as he took William’s cock into his mouth, sucking and slurping up and down the length of it.
I was mesmerized by the two of them. Whereas I was tiny and forced to conform to both William and Mark’s will, they seemed equals, their loving more raw and violent. A bit of heated jealousy crept in as I watched. Mark was seducing William with an ease I would never have.
William’s hands went into Mark’s hair and he began to gently push his hips up, struggling to get deeper into the moist depths of Mark’s throat.
They were both moaning and I bit my lip when I saw one of Mark’s hands grasp himself, tugging his cock at the same pace he sucked off Will.
It didn’t take long for me to notice the movements become wilder, more frenetic. William’s face twisted into something part angel, part Bacchus as he gasped, “I’m coming!”
Instead of pulling away, Mark sucked him deeper and William cried out, his voice strangled as he filled Mark’s mouth with his semen. A little dribbled from the corner of Mark’s mouth but he swallowed most of it. Biting my lip, I stifled a groan.
Jerking up to his knees, he quickly manhandled William, forcing him into a kneeling position in front of him. I wondered if he was going to take William like he had took me, but he didn’t.
Mark braced himself on William’s lower back, still working his own cock roughly. He aimed the swollen, purple tip at William’s backside and cried out as he climaxed. Thick ropes of come squirted over William’s ass, white cream against his tan skin.
It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.
They hovered there, panting, sweat and release rolling off of their bodies.
Then gently, without a word, they stood and crawled into bed with me.
I snuggled up to Mark, resting my head in the nook of his shoulder. I was surprised to feel William spoon me, his body hugging mine and his arm draped over my waist.
The meeting with Salvatore was a shadow hanging over us. It was an imminent gloom that threatened to drown me. Yet the soft touches of the two men who had shown me so much in the past week kept my fear at bay, making me feel safe. We had trained, sure. But more than that, I felt a little bolder. I little less like the naïve wall I had been before.
Being a wall was hard. By working so hard to suppress all of my emotions, I had lost my ability to understand them as well. The wall in my mind had become a metaphor for who I thought I was: tough and invulnerable. By working to let people in to my mind and my body, I recognized that I had not felt as smart and secure in myself and my abilities as a wall as I had thought.
Now I did feel those things. Smart, secure in my abilities, and terrified because my awakening was happening while stuck between a rock and a hard place.
It was warm between the two of them, the air heavily perfumed with the heady scent of sex. It wasn’t long before I couldn’t keep my eyes open, and I drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Seven
My skin was already pink from the hot water, but the woman attending me must have decided red was more my color; she was scrubbing my flesh viciously with a loofah.
“Oh, seriously, Layla… I haven’t been outside for over a week. I don’t know if we need to sluice off the first five layers of my epidermis!”
“Get over it, Alice. You need to look like the fresh virgin you are,” she scolded me, though I noticed the scrubbing grew a little less intense. We sat in silence a while longer while she finished helping me get clean (she even washed between my toes) before I needed to break the silence.
“Wall or extractor?” I asked her. As a wall, I had no way of knowing. Only William had ever gotten through my mental barriers, and even then it was only because I had let him. My mind yearned to wander back to the memory of William coming into Mark’s mouth, his face twisted in ecstasy. Immediately I
was glad that my skin was flushed from the bath or Layla would have seen the creep of scarlet as my body grew more aroused. I stifled the thought quickly, knowing I needed to focus on today.
“Wall, like you.”
“Have you… have you ever done anything like this? Like what I’m doing?”
She began to shampoo my hair, her fingernails scratching my scalp. It felt amazing.
“No. I still don’t understand how you being there is going to help. Have you been working with Will to manipulate Salvatore into taking him instead?”
“Yeah, something like that.”
“Oh. Good luck, then. At least you’ll look amazing when I’m through with you.”
Oh, how I yearned to tell her. To have another wall understand what I was going through. No, I wanted to say, William is a special kind of psychic. One who can control bodies. I’m the one who has to go to Salvatore. I have to sacrifice myself for this mission. Mark was a wall who knew, but he was in on the secret mission and had not hidden his feelings from me. He had essentially called me a whore for the government and then proceeded to fuck me senseless.
I didn’t understand him. If he was cruel like that all of the time it would be easier. Unfortunately, I had seen him be kind and gentle, admitting that he had wanted me for quite a while. Mark was stubborn as a mule and thick as a, well, wall. Like me, he had been schooled in hiding his emotions, which meant I wasn’t entirely sure what he thought of me.
Layla drained the tub and helped to towel me off. She sat me in front of a mirror and began to comb and dry my hair. I stared at my reflection. My skin looked radiant, freshly scrubbed and young. My cheeks were still flushed from the heat of the water and my thoughts of William and Mark. My eyes, though…
They were filled with fear. Salvatore would have no problem believing the young, scared virgin act. I might be lacking one of those qualities, but the fear was real and pungent. We had practiced for this moment, or at least tried to. But instead of focusing on the mission and learning my part, this week had led to opening my feelings up, those very emotions I had trained so hard to suppress. Now I was heading into the most dangerous mission yet, and my mind and life felt like a complete cluster fuck.
In no time at all, Layla had styled my hair. It was an elegant up-do, graceful yet loose enough I still maintained an air of youth and innocence. In short, it was perfect. As she began to dab on my make-up, she bit her lip, clearly wanting to tell me something.
“Spit it out, Layla.”
“Are you scared?”
“Not really. We’ve been practicing and William is a pro at these things. It’s just a job like any other.” I steeled my features as best I could.
Layla nodded and seemed to believe me. Good. If I could hide it from her, maybe, just maybe, I would actually be able to pull this off.
* * * * *
Walker’s makeshift office was intimidating. Since the people involved in the mission were living in the brothel to help maintain its image, Walker had commandeered one of the largest rooms as her office.
It looked the way you would expect a Madame’s office to look. Bold colors, dark wood, erotic artifacts. But instead of looking sensual, I thought it only looked powerful. It was a room that screamed “you don’t want to mess with me, buddy.”
While I was was uncomfortable in there, it was also reassuring. Walker was in this mission to succeed, but if she could put on this kind of air as she played her role, then maybe she could keep me safe.
“Ok, where are we?” Walker never wasted time in conversation. Like her office, she was all business.
“I can stay in Alice’s mind and we’ve made the control look normal. I was able to make contact with Mark several times. Of course, as a wall, I didn’t get anything from him. But Salvatore’s just a regular fellow. As long as he is touching Alice, I can get what we’re looking for.”
William sat next to me in two black leather chairs. Like before, Walker didn’t really address me. I was a newcomer, and a wall at that. I shouldn’t be here, but Salvatore had wanted only me, so here I was. I guess that didn’t mean she had to treat me as an equal.
“Good. I want you and Alice to be at the ready. Salvatore will be here this evening, but he may decide to show up early. We need this to happen, so everything needs to run smoothly. I won’t accept failure here, not after the time and money we’ve invested in this mission.” Walker’s voice was sharp, her words cutting through me. She made it sound as if she were the one sacrificing herself, like it was her time and her body being subjected to debasement.
My cheeks began to burn in anger. Sure, I was new and inexperienced. I got it, that must be terrifying for Walker. Her success rate was almost unbelievable. But she could at least acknowledge me, the work I had put in this week, and the morality and dignity I’d set aside in order to make this work.
“We won’t fail and you know it, Walk. Stop freaking out.” I looked at William, startled that he was talking back to his commander. His shoulders were tight, his mouth set in a grim slash. He looked handsome… and pissed. It was the way he had looked around Mark this week, as if waiting for the right moment to start a fight.
Walker’s eyebrow went up and I held my breath, expecting her to chew William out. The pause in the room was long and uncomfortable, leaving me squirming in my chair. Just as I was about to say something to break the moment, Walker turned her back to us.
“You may leave.”
William and I got up, but as I started to follow him through the door I heard her again.
“Not you. You stay.”
I looked at William in panic. If she was going to speak to me, I wanted him there. She was so fierce and as much as I wished I could be like her, I was equally afraid of her tearing me apart.
His eyes met mine and they were filled with sympathy. But he left me all the same.
“Shut the door.”
I closed it, holding the knob as long as possible and then letting it slide silently into place, leaving me alone with her.
“Sit.”
I sank into my seat, still warm from moments ago.
Walker paced behind her desk in front of me for a long time. I wasn’t sure what she wanted to say to me, but it was probably more warnings against failure and the consequences which I had been trying not to face.
“Alice,” she began, her voice softer than I expected. “This mission is already messed up. You know that. He never should have chosen you. We had everything arranged perfectly. But this happens, you know. Almost every mission. As you gain more experience, you’ll see how you need to be flexible. Nothing goes the way we expect and a good spy is the one who can adapt the quickest. You’ve adapted quite well, it seems.”
I flushed with pleasure at the compliment. This was not the conversation I imagined we’d be having.
“I want you to know how impressed I am with you. It takes the extractors years to learn to be comfortable with what you’ve been forced to learn in a week. I don’t expect you to have the same emotional armor as they do, and that is what makes your choice, to stick with this mission, all the more valuable to me.”
My hands gripped the arms of my chair so tight my knuckle were turning white. Inside of my chest my heart was racing. Walker wasn’t just speaking with me. She was praising me. She knew, then, of how impossible this still felt to me. Of how terrified I was. Of how I was going to try my damndest not to let her down.
“Alice…” Walker looked at me with such intensity I shivered. “I have a lot of connections. If you help us nail this, I can help open up a lot of doors for you. Start thinking about where you want your future to go. Think about that while Salvatore is fucking you. Be sure to look a little afraid, Alice. He’ll like that. But dream about your future. Let those dreams get you through this, and I’ll turn them into reality.”
Chapter Eight
There wasn’t a lot of fanfare when Salvatore and his gang showed up. Unlike the last time, he knew what he wanted. Me. So instead of looking lik
e a brothel set aside for his pleasure, Walker had created a scene with fellow walls and extractors that made it look like a moderately busy night at a high-class establishment.
I was there, though, when he stormed through the door like he owned the place. He was just like I remembered him. Honestly, it was reassuring. In my mind over the past week Salvatore had morphed into a bit of a monster with a huge, sweaty paunch and maniacal, greasy mustache ready to hurt and abuse me. Instead he was a normal, aging guy. His heavy set body spoke more of strength gone soft. He was just as hairy as I remembered, but it didn’t seem evil, just darker than I remembered. He wore another expensive suit, the black color bringing out the olive hue of his skin. Once, not too many years ago, Salvatore might have been attractive.
While his looks had aged, his sexuality was over-the top. It was in the way he walked, hips forward and swaying. The set of his shoulders, relaxed and confident. But most of all it was in his leer, his sharp eyes finding me immediately and filling with a hunger that made my knees feel weak. He was planning on eating me alive.
Oh God, I can’t do this.
Then I felt a hand on my back, the pressure reassuring me. Glancing up, I saw that William had joined me. He was letting me know it was going to be ok.
“Where’s Mark?” I mouthed, trying to hide it from Salvatore’s scrutinizing glance.
With a subtle shake of his head, William told me. He’s not here.
After my meeting with Walker I had searched for Mark, wanting to tell him about it. I wanted to let him know it was going to be ok, that I wasn’t being used. Somewhere in my mind I had played around with the idea of seeing what he wanted and trying to bring him with me. Despite being an excellent wall, he clearly hated his job. Maybe Walker’s connections were just the thing to save us.
I had also needed him. Wanted his reassurance that he would still like me after. That maybe we could find something in each other, try being with each other…
Wherever he had gone, he hadn’t wanted to see me. On the most important, terrifying day of my life, he had deserted me.
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