Red Light Specialists

by Mandy M. Roth

  Simon released his cock and did his best to tuck it into his slacks so she didn’t notice. He cleared his throat. “What’s the problem, Trinity?”

  “The problem is that you stuck me with the how to seduce a man course while Britney is on assignment. Why the hell couldn’t Sasha do it? We all know she’s a tramp. I’m wigging out here and you’re sitting there with a smug look on your face.”

  Biting his lip, Simon did his best not to laugh. “Wigging out? Hmm, I take it that Abbi is still holding her midnight crash course vigils on the finer points of old Earth ways, slang and life. How in the universe she managed to get her database on a set of black market tutorials is beyond me.”

  “Yes, she is holding the vigils and we love it so leave her alone or I’ll show you what going off on someone means.”

  “Trinity,” Simon playfully scolded, all the while concentrating on how sexy she looked when she was angry. “You were saying?”

  She rolled her blue eyes and flicked a piece of stray dark brown hair from her face. “Sasha’s a tramp. Do you know that I caught her fucking another one of the prison guards last week?” Trinity tossed her hands in the air, not waiting for his response. Not that he would have dared to interrupt her while she was on a roll. Amused, Simon listened to her. “But Sasha being a tramp isn’t why I need you down here. These pathetic excuses for male models you got us just came in and there is no way I can teach the girls how to do a thing with them.”

  Simon smiled. “You are more than qualified to instruct them on the finer points of making a man horny. I can attest to that.” The minute he said it, he wanted to take it back. Trinity was to wed a close friend of his—another figiutatio—and it was wrong to imply that he wanted more from her even it was true.

  Trinity moved a bit and he caught sight of her crowded classroom. Feeling guilty for having forced Trinity to assume responsibility for a course she obviously hated, he agreed to meet her.

  Trinity was a special case. She was one of the few agents whose actual crime warranted them being here. She’d killed her uncle. Though, if she wouldn’t have, Simon would’ve done it himself. The scoundrel had tried to pimp her out as a treat for his armies when she wasn’t even of age yet. He’d also sold her two sisters into slavery. The very thought of two half-blooded human women being disposed of made his blood boil. For the others, like Bianca’s intended mate, the little bit of DNA she carried didn’t matter. But the less DNA the females carried, the less likely they’d be able to conceive a child with a figiutatio. Trinity was a rare find for his people. She was also pure of heart and that spoke volumes for her.

  Simon stood and stared at the screen. Abbi’s image reappeared. “Why didn’t you warn me that Trinity was ringing through?”

  “Simon, I made several attempts to notify you that a call was being issued but you silenced me.”

  Abbi had a point. He had been too focused on finding his first release in months to stop and listen to Abbi. “My apologies, Abbi. I’m just distracted right now.”

  Chapter Two

  Simon entered the seduction training corridor and did his best not to laugh at the equipment hung along the walls. Whips, floggers, chains, cock rings—you name it, the RLS-69s had it at their disposal. He insisted that all the agents be trained not only in various forms of martial arts and weaponry but also in all the techniques needed to entice a man. He liked to think it was his helpful contribution to future husbands. If it just happened to make some of the girls more confident in their sexuality, then all the better.

  His gaze filtered over to the section of sex toys that consisted of harnesses and bondage kits. His hard-on returned with a vengeance. Being tied up had never really been his thing but he had to admit that having a beautiful woman strapped to the bed did do something for him. Eyeing the cock harness, Simon arched an eyebrow, trying to imagine the various ways a toy of such a nature could be used.

  Thank the gods he’d insisted on bringing in pre-made instructional videos when the RLS-69 program first launched. The idea of explaining, or in his case, attempting to show his first batch of agents how to use the endless collection of kinky toys didn’t sit well with him. While he had found pleasure watching two of them masturbate today, he’d never actually touched one, yet. And most of the toys required a lot of touching.

  Simon’s cock jerked again. He took a deep, cleansing breath. It didn’t help.

  Thankfully, he’d never had to actually instruct the course. After the first batch of agents successfully completed the mission, they came to him and asked that the courses be taught by high-ranking agents from there on in—something about the computer and tapes not being entirely accurate. He didn’t argue. Simon simply let the women decide amongst themselves who would teach what course and why. He did continue to teach other courses, involving weapons, self-defense and so on. But even those he would hand over to some of the more responsible senior agents most of the time.

  While Trinity had mastered the art of seduction, she’d never been comfortable with the idea of using the skills on strange men. Knowing her background, Simon couldn’t find it in himself to force her, or any of his girls for that matter, to use their sexuality as weapons. The choice was always theirs to make. He almost preferred they not have sex on missions unless it was with their chosen mate. He’d instituted a “seduce but don’t fuck” policy early on and most of the girls abided by it.

  Stopping near the entrance of Seduction Training Room Three, Simon laughed slightly when he noticed the button-operated moving mouth. It simulated fellatio and even had temperature control. Its humming action was well-renowned throughout the universe. Although he’d never actually tried one out, he had considered it. If the need to masturbate continued, he’d come back and grab one. No need to fly solo when a perfectly fuckable mouth was at his disposal.

  Picking it up, he toyed with it. The object sprung to life as Simon inserted a finger into its gaping mouth. Much to his surprise, it felt very similar to the real thing. He shifted his weight uncomfortably. It felt really good.

  The main reasoning for the wide collection of toys was that all of the Red Light Specialists had mates somewhere in the universe. Having the agents trained in the art of sex and seduction gave them the skills they’d need when dealing with many of the figureheads they’d be paired with. The skills also came in handy in tight pinches. Being male himself, he had to admit that it was easy to get distracted when a beautiful woman held his attention. The same rang true for the males of the universe. If the girls ran into trouble with an outside party, they could distract the man long enough to destroy him.

  Some of his agents did actual missions, not just mating endeavors. The RLS-69s were called in when situations warranted the expertise of highly trained hired guns. The girls were more than qualified—each and every one of them. The ones that did actual missions had all completed their RLS training. They were well versed in hand-to-hand combat, weaponry and survival. They were their own brand of fighting machines. Ones that looked good in lingerie while they took out the bad guys.

  Only a select few would go on multiple missions prior to being sent to their mate. Even then, they’d assume it was an actual mission from the word go. Because sometimes the fates made mistakes and even Simon was known to make a few. If he sent a specialist off with the knowledge they were to marry a man from their mission and something was to go wrong, she would be left to live life knowing that she’d missed out on her one true soul mate. And that, in his opinion, was the cruelest thing that could ever happen. Life experience had assured him he was correct.

  “Uhh, are you coming in here to deal with the problem or are you planning on sliding that thing over your cock and having a go at it?”

  Trinity’s voice jerked Simon back to reality. Glancing down, he found that he had the mouth sucking on his finger. Embarrassed, he moved to put it back. He knocked one of the dildo harnesses off the wall and caught it with his other hand. Instantly, he found himself in a tangled mess of moving mouths
and leather straps. Not prone to clumsiness, Simon groaned. Trinity’s laughter only made matters worse. His already ragingly hard cock should have wilted out of mortification. It didn’t. It homed in on the sultry sound of Trinity’s naturally sexual voice and began to throb.

  She was someone he considered a friend but that didn’t change the fact that he also found himself attracted to her sexually. It stemmed from the fact that she carried a great deal of human DNA in her. That in itself called to him on a primal level. Add in the fact that she was not only drop dead gorgeous, she was a feisty fighting machine and Simon stood little chance in the “turn a blind eye” category.

  Trinity reached out and grabbed hold of the harness, pulling him free of it. The look on her face said it all, but apparently she had more to offer. “Okay, if you’re done with the one-man sex show, I’d like you to come in here and take a look at what you’re making me work with.”

  Simon nodded, happy to have the change of subject. “Lead the way.”

  Trinity kept the harness in her hand and pushed the classroom door open. Several pairs of eyes turned to him. It was a relaxed atmosphere. Most of the girls sat on the floor, lounging against long pillows. There were a few comfortable chairs that were used a lot in demonstrations. All but a few wore tight pants, even tighter tank tops or cut-off shirts and boots.

  Gillian, the newest recruit to date and by far the most innocent, looked wide eyed at the obscenely large rubber cock that hung from the harness.

  Gillian wildly shook her head of silky blonde hair. “Oh no! I’m not putting that in me. Masturbation isn’t right. I’ve already told you that I’d rather go back into the prison population than touch myself. I…”

  “Would you please shut up,” Trinity barked as she tossed the harness at Gillian, who acted as though a nuclear bomb had just been punted to her. “Play with it tonight. It might actually loosen you up.”

  “Or at the very least, get the stick out of her ass,” Dahlia, a fiery redheaded agent, offered from the back of the room. Gillian looked like she was about to cry at the attack, her lips trembling. Simon cast Dahlia a wary glance and she shrugged her tiny shoulders. “Was it something I said?”

  Gillian made a run for the door. It was evident by the hard look on Trinity’s face and the rather large growl she let out that she was beyond annoyed with the girl. It was never a good thing when Trinity was upset, especially for the person she was upset with. Quickly, Simon grabbed Trinity’s arm, not wanting her to give in and snap the girl’s neck. It wasn’t like her. Trinity was known for her physical restraint. It was usually her sharp tongue that did the most damage. Gillian must have pushed her way past her breaking point. “Abbi, lock the room, please.”

  “Yes, Simon,” Abbi’s voice came instantly from the computer console at the head of the class.

  Trinity’s eyes narrowed on Gillian. “You better get over your aversion to…”

  Simon cut Trinity off quickly by taking a tighter hold on her arm. Gillian’s destiny was already mapped out. Though, to be honest, Simon was nervous about that one. The naive woman was half human, didn’t realize it, and destined for one of the most wildly sexual figiutatio he could think of. He’d been watching her for a while now and he didn’t need Trinity frightening the poor woman more than she already was.

  “What exactly did you call me down here for, Trinity?” he asked.

  Her gaze locked on his and for a minute Simon wondered if Trinity would argue with him. It would be so very like her. She enjoyed pushing his limits more than most. Letting go of her arm, Simon watched as she pulled it slowly back. She would make a fine wife for his friend, who would no doubt require a woman willing to stand up to him.

  “Fine. How the hell am I supposed to teach them to seduce a man with that?” She pointed to a life-sized mannequin in a chair in the corner of the room.

  Simon wasn’t sure how he’d missed it. He was about to ask what the problem was when he saw the dummy’s penis, or lack thereof. Where there should have been a large ten-inch cock that went from flaccid to fully erect at the same speed a normal man would, there was an inch-high nub. Running his hand through his disheveled hair, he sighed. “They told me those were top of the line.”

  “Yeah,” Trinity mused. “A very short line.”

  “Trin.”

  “Fine, I’ll stop being a smart ass but seriously, Simon, what the hell am I supposed to do with that?”

  “I’ll put a call into the company tomorrow, love. I promise.” He mentally scolded himself for slipping into old world habits. Lucky for him, many other planets had accents that sounded similar to his British one, though none were exact. And with the need to blend in so terribly important, Simon had to make a conscious effort to control what seemed so natural to him.

  “Can we go now? It’s not like that pathetic excuse for a dick is going to get any of us off,” Bobbie, as she liked to be called, asked from behind Dahlia. She hid under a hat that reminded him so much of a baseball cap that he wondered where she’d gotten it from. She was an odd one, always wearing clothing so baggy that it was almost impossible to tell if she was male or female. Had he not seen her long brown hair upon her arrival on Restigatio, and her shapely figure during a sparring match, he wouldn’t have been sure himself. Well, that and the visions he had of her mating and with child also helped.

  “Thank you, Roberta…err…Bobbie, but training is vital and mastering the art of seduction can mean the difference between life and death.” Simon looked to Trinity for backup. She merely shot him a bored expression and glanced toward the dummy.

  “I vote we just beat the perp to a bloody pulp and be done with it. All in favor?” Bobbie asked, glancing around the room.

  Dahlia, Bobbie, Trinity and a handful of other girls raised their hands. Simon’s eyes almost popped out of his head when he noted that Abbi had her hand raised on the visual screen as well.

  “Mutiny,” Simon whispered, laughing to himself. He put his hands up and immediately the girls fell silent. “No, class is not dismissed. And the perp, as Abbi no doubt taught you, will remain unharmed. He can hardly be held accountable for what his maker forgot to hand out. Trinity is very resourceful. I’m sure she’ll think of some way to instruct you all,” he cleared his throat, “umm, without the aid of the mannequins.”

  Trinity huffed and then giggled. That was never a good sign. “Yep, I’m very resourceful. Simon, have a seat. You just won yourself a guest spot on how to seduce a man the RLS way.”

  Simon shook his head and took a step back. His cock was still in a state of ready and he knew better than to subject himself to the likes of these women. Once trained, his girls were like piranhas. If any one of the new girls attempted to order him around and demand he participate in something, he’d have given them a hard look and a stern talking to. Not much above that had ever been needed. They were good women whose crimes were laughable at times. Since it was Trinity, one of the few agents he considered a true friend, he went easy on her. “No. I’d rather not.”

  Trinity rolled her eyes. It was a move that only a handful of his girls would dare to do in his presence. The girls respected him as their director and never counteracted an order when it was important. Even though they were technically prisoners, they weren’t treated as such once they joined RLS training. Simon knew that he had to show them trust if they were to trust him. For that reason, they were given leave to go about the facility as they wished. Besides, he’d have to trust them when they went out on missions. If he treated them like children, then he could expect them to act like children. If he treated them like adults with minds, they wouldn’t let him down. He was sure of it.

  Simon knew what he was doing when he picked them and knew that they could be trusted to keep their word of honor. They might have made a few mistakes, but when it came down to it they were honorable, loyal women. Besides, it wasn’t like they could escape the RLS facility unless he wanted them to.

  “Yeah,” Trinity said. “I’d rather not
be instructing this course when I’m supposed to be teaching self-defense, so we’re even. Now, have a seat.”

  Against his better judgment, Simon sat in the chair. Trinity grabbed his suit jacket and removed it quickly. Feeling his cock stir at the idea of finally getting contact other than his hand, he came to his senses and attempted to stand up. She caught hold of his shirt collar and planted her body firmly between his now-spread legs. The tiny white tank top she wore left her dark nipples showing through. It would be his luck that this would be one of Trinity’s braless days.

  “You did remember that you’re leaving on a mission later today, didn’t you?” he asked, directing his gaze to her see-through top.

  Abbi gasped. “Agent Trinity is to leave on a mission today as well?” The shocked look in her eyes told Simon why she asked. She knew that the women leaving today most likely wouldn’t be back if their matings were successful. Abbi bowed her head. “Excuse me for a moment, there is an electrical disturbance in my sensory unit.”

  Simon’s heart ached for her. Abbi would miss Trinity, as would he, but it was for the best.

  Trinity smiled down at him. “Like I could forget that I had a mission. And it doesn’t really matter if I show up wearing a clown costume or naked, Abbi and the A-mac machine dress us accordingly each and every time.”

  Okay, she had him there. He would have thought of that himself but stroking his cock to the very erotic, very naked scenes that Bianca and Sonja had shown left him so horny that his resolve, and his thought processes, were weak. Sitting with Trinity’s ample breasts thrust into his face only made them crumble more. He licked his lips and leaned back.