“My God, you’re huge!” A tone of surprised delight in her voice, which pleased me no end.
Soon I had licked and kissed my way down her stomach around her navel, tongue twirling the small jewel encrusted tassel there before skirting her pussy and, spinning her around, kissing the back’s of her knees. I licked my way up the back of her thighs before bending her over slightly and licking her now glistening slit. I spun her around again and took her clit ring in my teeth and tugged it gently, my hands rubbing her ass, firmly. I began to alternately plunge my tongue into her now dripping pussy and lick her clit. After a while she shuddered and, grabbing me by the ears pulled me up and laying down under me, grabbed my throbbing boner and shoved it into her wet to the point of being sloppy, twat.
I started pounding slowly. The shockwave of my impacts rippling up through her big tits. She started to thrash slightly and spoke.
“If we were awake, I would not let you have my pussy. I am a good Catholic girl, and so do not take the birth control, which is kinky in that it is a direct violation of company policy. Oh, but you can, how you say, fuck me harder, oooooh...”
I was finding my rhythm. Her eyes screwed up tight and her head twisted to one side. She started to talk in French. I assumed she was talking dirty, but as I do not understand but two or three words of French, I just had to guess.
I suddenly woke up to find Jazz’s mouth around my exposed cock and her hand working the Doc’s pussy through the opened zipper of her coveralls. The Doc woke with a start and pulling Jazz from her pussy and my cock, quickly shed her coverall and jumped up and straddling me, took hold of my dick and plunged it deep into her ass. There was little resistance to my entry. Jazz reached a hand over and started to fondle the Doc’s clit ring and wrapped her other hand around the base of my shaft. After a few minutes of this savage treatment I came like a shot and so did the Doc with a shout of “Oui.” Before collapsing on top of me in a heap. I stroked her hair as our sweat dried.
“Mmm, that was delicious.” I said, almost breathless.
“It would seem that even I am not immune to your charms.” I kissed her on the forehead.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
On the way home I had Jazz wheel me by Maintenance and Repair to check with Jake. He was in his cubicle busily writing or rewriting code.
“Hey Jake, what’s up?” He looked up at me nonplussed.
“The ceiling, what else?” He rolled his eyes. In disdain.
“Hey! I’m the smart ass in this relationship!”
“What, like being a hero isn’t enough?”
“Ouch! That was low man, very low...” He stopped tapping the board to look at me.
“Yeah, you’re right, sorry man.” Man, this hero thing could be worked from so many angles!
“No sweat Jake. What are you on now?” They had Jake handle some of the trickiest code and program problems on the planet.
“Oh, nothing major, just some milling machines caught a bug and think they’re Robo-Ho’s, they keep freezing up and asking their operator’s ‘Do you want head with that?’ Kinda funny actually.” He shook his head in dismay.
“But you aren’t laughing.” I grinned feeling his chagrin.
“No, it’s kind of annoying. Really. Not too tough though, I should be done de-bugging it by end of shift today.” Mild relief.
“So, did you get my message this morning?” He raised his left eyebrow and pointed at me with his left forefinger.
“Yeah, check this out.” He tapped the desk display with that finger. A new schematic came up on the monitor display.
“What the hell is that?” It looked like a cross between twisted spaghetti and a psychedelic DNA strand. He shook his head in admiration.
“It’s art man, it’s art. It’s the code that whacked the drone chip. It originated out of Supply as near as I can tell, but who ever made this thing was a master, a real artist. There’s no tracking code, no time stamp, we only know what time it hit the chip from the chip registry record. We only know that it came from Supply because of the tell tale flash on the data stream. For tracking purposes every department has its own flash encoded in to the base of any code that originates from that particular system. I’m waiting till they crack the skimmer’s memory banks, as soon as they get in, you know I’ll be in.
At any rate, who do you know in Supply that hates your guts?” He looked at me with both eyebrows raised. He had a hand out, palm up, and then waved it at the screen. “Cause this was no accident man, someone definitely did this. On purpose.” It’s a good thing I was sitting down. This cinched it.
“What connection did Reverend Gonzalez have with Supply?” I asked. He waggled a finger at me.
“That’s the thing. Abso-fuckin-lutely none. I’ve checked all his e mail’s, his calendar, the fave’s on his computer and comm link, I’ve even checked the record of who he gave confession to and all his wife’s records and zip, zilch, nada. It’s like everybody in Supply is an atheist or a Hindu. Other than Doctor Barber, who hasn’t been to confession in like six months, he’s mostly been doing Methodist and Lutheran the last three months, and after tracking back most of the attendee’s, well, the program I created to run down any suspicious activity came up with nothing but innocent workers. No criminality indicated.” That raised a red flag. Half the base was religious, that’s why we had a full time preacher on the payroll. I looked at him quizzically.
“None at all? It almost sounds like someone did a little surreptitious erasing, huh?”
“Duh, what? Let me check.” He tapped the console a couple times. Swore.
“Shit, no shit. Somebody in Supply has been hacking in to my hack and erasing contact points. Son of a bitch.” Jake was getting pissed.
“Well, as soon as you get a line on them, whoever they are, call me, OK?”
“You’ve got it Drew.” I gave him the thumbs up.
“Thanks Jake.” I had Jazz wheel me out. I then had her wheel me to Security. Time to pay a visit to Mr. Fonagy.
Mr. Fonagy didn’t look all too happy to see me. He made to stand as Jazz wheeled me into his office, I waved a hand at him to remain seated.
“Good day Mr. Fonagy.” I looked him in the eyes.
“Good day Mr. Dunn. What brings you in today.” More a statement than a question. Watching his desktop screen. The walls were all different monitors of various locations base wide. Monitoring what his monitors were watching. They would shift on a regular basis.
“Well, I’ve a couple idea’s I wanted to bounce off of you. Have you talked to Dr. Barber yet?” Wondering where I was in the loop.
“Yes, she’s given you a clean bill of mental health. I’ve taken her request to involve you in the investigation under advisement.” He glanced up at me briefly.
“Did you know that I received a call from the President this morning?” Curious now to know how deep the monitoring went.
“Of the Alliance?” Not that deep apparently.
“No, of the company. Mr. Johnson graciously offered me a promotion, but don’t worry I don’t want your job.” He laughed.
“That’s a big relief. Thanks.” A touch of sarcasm in his voice.
“Don’t mention it. I wanted to share some info with you if you’ll let me, I know you guys could use the help.” He raised his eyebrows as in ‘So what?’
“I hardly think that a couple forensics courses qualifies you to help in a possible murder investigation.” He practically glared at me over his monitor. I pointed at him and laughed.
“That’s funny, as if I would interfere with an ongoing investigation, no, you guys are pro’s, but if I have some information that you might find helpful, would you turn it down?” I held both hands out, palms up, as if in supplication.
He shook his head.
“No, I certainly wouldn’t, any help you can give would be appreciated.” He had thought better of it.
“OK, now we’re getting some where. I have info that the command that put th
e wonk on the drone chip originated in Supply. Now, I don’t know what’s up with the skimmer, any luck there yet?” Hopeful. In the extreme.
“No, not yet.” Gruff. Frustrated.
“All right, well, let me help then, here’s my suggestion. Let me root around in Supply. I can work my hero status under cover of doing ‘research’ on which department I’d like to transfer to. See what’s up down there. See what I can dig up. No one will screw with such a high profile candidate. I can get stuff from people that they might try to hide from you security boys. What do you think?” Would he go for it?
He tapped a stylus on the desk. Scanned the monitors on display on the walls. Nodded his head.
“I like it. But what about Art/Ent/Rec, what about Religious Therapy?” He looked unhappy at the thought of having to dig into three departments at once.
“I have a feeling that the Reverend and his wife were killed as diversions. Like a blind to draw us away from the real culprit. Something is going on in Supply. I intend to find out exactly what. If you could form a detail of monitors to back track all communication in and out of that department, that might be a good place to start. With special emphasis on Jim Simpson and Pete Simms.”
Jim Simpson was number two in Admin and Support and basically directly over Ashley Thomas, head of Supply. Those two were a couple of shock victims waiting to happen. They had come out together, out to Mercury that is, and had come out together as well. They did the mattress mambo with each other, but were both notoriously ‘bi’. Rumor had it they’d fucked half the station before joining one of the bigger swap clubs. I’d have a few drinks with Ashley, from time to time, she had become a good friend, someone of another gender to bitch about my wife’s mood swings with, someone who didn’t want me. Rather refreshing. She liked football like I did. She was a Giants fan and I liked the Chargers. We were football drinking buddies. Not that I wouldn’t have done her in a heart beat, cause she was super cute, but she was having none of it. I knew I could count on her for a straight up opinion regarding my wife’s nature, which came in handy when I was sleeping in the spare bedroom. I knew she wouldn’t be the one to try and kill me, and that she might be a big help in trying to find out just who had.
Now Jim was another matter. He was always cordial, but Ashley ran him by the nose, and I always wondered if he was jealous of the time she’d spend with me. Nobody leads me by the nose, despite its size. He seemed a little slow, which made me wonder what Ashley saw in him, but love is, after all, blind.
Pete Simms was the station’s ‘Getter.’ If you wanted something that couldn’t be found on planet, he could and would get it for you. For a price. He was an underling in Admin who was looking to supplement his income with some cred’s on the side. There were some things that you couldn’t get on base. Like real alcohol, real beer yes, but wine or booze, no way. Also beef. And cotton clothes. There was a big underground trade in used socks on base. If it took up too much space on the ship in, it didn’t come in. He was kind of a sleaze, I avoided him whenever possible.
“Yes, sure, I’ll assign some men to do that this afternoon. I’ll have them get right on it. Anything else?” I could tell he wanted to get right on it by the anxious look on his face.
“No, that’ll do it, and if I get anything useful you’ll be the first person I call, oh, if you find anything out from the skimmer, I’d appreciate a heads up.” Cautious, trying not to push my luck too hard.
“Sure, just as long as you stay in close contact.” Hesitant, but assured.
“Glad to. Never know when I might need back up.”
“Just proceed with caution, who ever it is hasn’t hesitated to kill three people.”
“So far.” He looked grim at my reply.
I had Jazz push me home. Once there I changed into my comfy t-shirt and sarong after a quick shower and started cooking dinner. I fried up some chicken breasts with mushrooms, boiled some broccoli and some rice. Chilled some synth pinot grigio. A call came in. I took it in the living room.
It was Magnolia Sarhuz, head of the Arts, Entertainment, and Recreation Department.
Her lovely round, olive skinned face appeared on the screen. She smiled a beaming smile.
“Hello Mr. Dunn, is Karen home?” I smiled back and shook my head.
“No, she’s over at Susan Rooses.” I tried to wipe the idiotic grin off my face and almost succeeded.
“She hasn’t answered her comm and I don’t want to call Susan’s, what with the situation and all. If you could tell her to call me tomorrow, I have some good news. We’ve promoted her to a supervisory position in the Arts division here at Art/Ent/Rec. With the commensurate pay raise of course.” Magnolia was gorgeous. Her face surrounded with tight black curls. She had a great rack, a bit thick in the middle, but fine muscular legs and an outstanding ass. She had come to Mercury with a boy friend, or significant other but he had cracked up at the confinement of base living and had shipped out a year before. Very little was known about her other than she liked long hair musician types, which was her ex to a ‘t’. He had been a real pretty boy and the lack of adoring female fans had added to the discomfort of being trapped in a sealed environment. He had come out as an entertainer/performer/musician and she had come out as an Administrator of recreation and entertainment.
“Wow, that’s fabulous, thanks, I’ll let her know.” I was jazzed for Karen, she would be overjoyed. She had often talked of some new things she would like to try if she could get into the super’s slot at Arts.
“Yes, no more loaning her out to work data files in Supply. She should be done there in about a week. This should make her very happy. Well, bye.” She waved and the screen went back to the New York Phil playing Beethoven’s 6th. I called Susan’s and got voicemail, then I called Karen direct and got voicemail.
“Hope you’re on your way home darling, dinner’s almost ready and I have some news you’re gonna love. Bye.” Hmm, wonder what was keeping them both busy?
She called me back like five minutes later sounding rushed.
“Sorry honey, we were praying and didn’t want to be disturbed, but I’m on the way, should be home in a couple minutes so I’ll wait for the news till I get there. Bye.” She hung up sounding breathless.
She arrived four minutes later, and, after a brief shower of her own, we dived into dinner. I told her the news over desert. She jumped up from the table and yelled,
“Whooopie!” After dinner I had Jazz give us each a deep tissue massage. While she was working on Karen I had a call from Jake.
“Yeah Jake, what’s going on?” He sounded tense. I could hear loud deathpunk in the background.
“New development. Come over tomorrow. My place. Laters.” He hung up abruptly.
I had barely hung up when Fonagy called. I picked up.
“Mr. Dunn. Chief Fonagy here, if you could stop by tomorrow, we’ve some new info you might be interested in hearing.” I had a feeling they’d cracked the skimmer.
“Sure Chief, I have an appointment tomorrow morning, but as soon as I’m done, I’ll
stop by.” He hung up. I checked the scores on the sports channel and then, as she’d finished with Karen I sent Jazz to her room. I went into the bedroom and lay down next to my wife who was purring. Pretty soon she had me purring.
After she was done fucking my brains out she rolled over and went to sleep. Which was so unlike her. She had done me with no thought to her own gratification. Again. It made me wonder if she’d been getting it somewhere else. As I started to drift off Dr. Barber called.
“Mr. Dunn.” Warmth. Kindness. Caring. What a package.
“Yes Doc, what can I do ya for?” Cavalier. Two women in one day, one woman twice in one day. A new record. I was starting to feel like a sex god. Or a burnt offering to one.
“Well, I just wanted to take a minute and give you a brief interpretation of your dream. It took me a little while, I had to do some research.”
“I thought you were my dream, my dream girl an
yway.” She laughed.
“No, your dream would indicate you are jealous or suspicious of your wife, or that you want something she is maybe not prepared to give, or that this incident of the killing is not so much to how you say, ‘cover up’ but an occasion of what does someone have to do to hide.”
5.
Slap and Tickle
Day 5
I woke from a dream of heat and flames and Dave’s voice echoing strangely.
“Services Drew, services.” There was a hand written note on the night stand from Karen. ‘I love you baby, but I’m sore! Going in early to start finishing up for the big promotion/move. Thanks! Love, K.
Jazz had fresh coffee in the pot and told me that Karen had wanted to tidy up some things she had been working on in Supply before she left for full time at Art/Ent/Rec.
After a hearty breakfast prepared by Jazz, I cleaned up and had her wheel me to Jake’s. I felt okay. I figured to work the sympathy angle for at least another day. Jake lived in one of the newer living quarters sections of the city. His living unit had twice the space of mine. Higher ceilings. A separate dining area rather than a dining ‘nook’ like mine. It also had two bathrooms. A bath in the master bedroom with the extra large tub, handy for his penchant for water sports and one for the rest of the unit and the extra guest bedroom.
Jake used the extra bedroom as his computer lab. His pleasure unit let us in and ushered us back to his sanctum. He was busy tapping away at the board. He looked up as we entered.
“Hey chief, still working the chair huh?” He smiled and shook his head at the same time.
“Just for today, I’ll be ambulatory tomorrow for sure. What ya workin’ on?” I noticed
the walls were shifting from jungle scenes to arctic scenes to forest meadow scenes with a rapidity that was almost nauseating. Jake manipulated images on his desktop. The images stopped on a beach scene as he stopped moving his hand.
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