Echo (The Remote Traveler Series Book 3)

Home > Other > Echo (The Remote Traveler Series Book 3) > Page 22
Echo (The Remote Traveler Series Book 3) Page 22

by Finian Blake


  “And that is how Boris, Rhonda and I can be married,” Cherry pressed her nipple firmly to Paul’s lips. “Would you like some milk for breakfast?”

  “With pleasure,” Paul said suckling at both breasts.

  “You have a nine o’clock appointment with Senators Belight and Ransom and if we sleep any longer you will be late,” Cherry said playfully.

  “There is no way that we can make it,” Paul said urgently.

  “Get dressed and meet me at the front door.” Cherry walked over slapping Rhonda solidly on the ass. She was rewarded by several curse words. “Paul needs to be ready and at the front door in twenty minutes. Get your ass in gear.” Cherry bolted out of the door before Rhonda could clear the covers, so she swatted Felicia instead.

  “Get up we have to get this horny bastard ready and out of the door.” Rhonda barked unceremoniously.

  “I was going to attend the meeting with him,” Felicia protested.

  “Or do you want to introduce yourself to Boris’s computer and the Hydro Tank program,” Rhonda offered.

  “Computer,” was Felicia’s one-word answer as she grabbed Paul’s elbow dragging him to the shower. Rhonda pushed him to the shower bench producing a straight razor placing her knee on his thigh and grabbing Paul by the hair on his head.

  “You need a shave,” Rhonda said almost laughing out loud at the panicked look on his face. “We are just going to shave your face, but I do balls and pussies too.” She smiled at Felicia.

  Paul walked out the front door to find Cherry, Winnie Ransom, and another woman that he did not recognize were waiting for him in an electric cart.

  “Where is William we will never make it on time without the helicopter,” Paul said urgently.

  “William will take Felicia in later,” Cherry said calmly. “You already know Winnie, so I will just introduce her bodyguard Rene.” Cherry drove down to the helicopter pad. Paul noticed that she was dressed in a charcoal grey skirt, with knee high boots, and coat topped off by a charcoal grey uniform cap.

  “I am the chauffer today,” Cherry said as they pulled up to the Agusta 109E helicopter. Paul was more than a little surprised to see her do the walk around before climbing into the pilot’s seat.

  “How long have you been flying?”

  “I learned how to fly when I was twenty,” Cherry smiled warmly. “You do the math.”

  “Then you have been flying for at least five years,” Paul said tactfully.

  “You can safely say more than ten years, but the real number is somewhere over twenty,” Cherry smiled as she gently stroked Paul’s cheek. She called security to have the Asparagus dropped starting the engine when it started to move. The flight to Reagan National was brief and the helicopter was directed to a landing pad next to the private terminal. Cherry dropped the landing gear swinging smoothly on to the landing pad within twenty yards of a Cadillac limousine. Cherry stepped out smoothly opening the passenger cabin for her charges to step out. She drove to the VIP drop off noticing Lloyd standing as close as security would allow. She dropped the barrier to give Rene her instructions.

  “Everybody stay inside until I open the door.” Cherry said not waiting for an answer.

  Lloyd recognized Cherry from his first intrusion at the computer center and moved in close with his camera held up to his face. Cherry saw him coming and took a brief second to locate Steve who was Lloyd’s back up. When she located him Cherry slipped the Taser from her purse and fired it when Lloyd was just a few feet away. Not wasting any time, she stepped around the stricken paparazzi storming up the stairs toward Steve who ran in a panic as she sprinted up the stairs. Cherry slipped another Taser out of her purse firing it into his back hitting the kidney location causing Steve to piss his pants as he fell. She only had to wait a few seconds for the capitol police to reach her. Cherry had enough time to produce her ID and a copy of the restraining order. Cherry passed a second charge through the Taser into Steve’s kidneys causing him to piss his pants again. She looked down the stairs to see the police start giving Lloyd CPR because the charge to his chest had stopped his heart. She decided to hold off on giving him a second jolt not wanting to kill him.

  “I am a licensed bodyguard and these men have assaulted Senator Ransom on the Capital steps before,” Cherry said confidently. “Here is a restraining order signed by a Federal Magistrate. That one attacked me and this one is his confederate.” Phil the officer in charge accepted the papers and took on a different attitude when he examined the documents.

  “I understand your actions. We will still have to investigate the situation.”

  “My clients have an urgent appointment could you take their names and interview them later,” Cherry asked softly. Phil was well aware of the demands of power and acquiesced.

  “If they will submit to an interview later, I will only need their personal information for now, so that I can get their statements.”

  “Thank you sir, we will cooperate with your requests as soon as their business is finished.” Cherry moved to the passenger door of the Limo. Rene and Senator Ransom stepped out first followed by Paul Devon. Cherry gave Rene her instructions.

  “Give the Officer in charge your information and go to the meeting with Senator Belight,” Cherry said calmly. “I need to clean this up.” As the three people walked over to Phil

  Cherry picked up her satellite phone calling, Paul Valiant at the NSA.

  “Paul darling I need a favor,” Cherry gave the Director a brief rundown of the situation asking him to intercede. Cherry waited for her charges to finish giving their information. Just as she stepped up to Phil his phone rang.

  “I am in the middle of an investigation can this wait,” a surprised expression came over his face. “Yes of course that will be possible. I believe that we have all that we need to conclude our inquiry. Yes, she is here.” Phil handed the phone to Cherry.

  “Yes…” was all Cherry spoke into the phone.

  “Who are you,” Phil said in awe.

  “Nobody, I am just a driver.” Cherry whispered.

  “Of course you are,” Phil acknowledged being sure that he really did not want to know. He watched Cherry sway seductively to the limo being absolutely sure that he did not want to know who she was. He hoped that he would never see her again. Phil turned around to supervise both men being loaded into ambulances.

  Felicia was astounded by the scope of the computer center. Boris was still working the end of the day on Moscow time, so Rhonda started the tour with Tamar’s operation at the opposite end of the building. She was absolutely stunned by the modeling platform that Tamar used for her measurements. Standing on the platform with arms and legs splayed while it digitally recreated her body was both bazar and embarrassing, but as she watched Tamar tweak her designs on the computerized model Felicia imagined what she could do with her designs.

  “I can make all of my changes before we create the first model,” Felicia exclaimed.

  “We use variations of this program for everything from my designs, to animation and special effects I believe that you will find my son Boris and his friend Nikki are talented in the extreme.” Tamar spent five minutes typing on the computer and entered the go command which started a brief ten item version of her catalogue using Felicia as the model. In each example Felicia did a slow three sixty demonstrating how each fashion moved.

  “I would like number three and seven,” Felicia said absently expecting no reply. Tamar selected numbers three and seven pressing the go toggle on the screen. The printer behind them began to print out the dress patterns for both selections chosen by Felicia.

  “We can do that for dresses or machinery with cloth or steel,” Tamar said brightly watching Felicia’s jaw drop in amazement. “Go with Rhonda, Boris has finished for the day and you need to catch him before he goes to sleep.” Rhonda put her arm around Felicia’s waist guiding her out the door before she could say a word.

  “You will have your outfits before five so you can wear them for
dinner with Paul,” Rhonda said confidently. “Hurry we must catch Boris before he goes to sleep. He will be an absolute bear if we wake him up after an hour’s rest.”

  Boris just finished loading the samovar when Rhonda burst in the door with Felicia in tow. She pushed Felicia into an open chair walking over to the counter and pulled three Russian tea glasses from the cabinet inserting them in their silver holders.

  “Boris darling, I hope that you are not tired because Tamar and I have been teasing her with your modeling program all morning.”

  “Oh that program Nikki and I put that together for his video games.”

  “Video games,” Felicia asked.

  “Yes video games, Nikki produces triple X rated video games and uses the program to generate characters that he can stylize,” Boris tapped in a few key strokes to bring up a sample. “I saw some of your personal sex videos so I assume that you are not easily offended.” Boris clicked on a toggle and the screen came to life with the image of Rhonda and Boris having sex in the back seat of a limousine. With a couple of clicks Boris’s average body became chiseled and his biceps doubled in size.

  “With a couple of clicks you could screw a movie star or sodomize your worst enemy,” Rhonda pulled up a scene with Wayne Haggard and Salvador Ardent having sex. “Nikki can customize the program with a few minutes work and people pay huge bucks for life like fantasies.”

  “That is plain disgusting,” Felicia moaned.

  “What do you mean,” Boris asked. “Is it the homosexuality?”

  “No it is the idea of two balding, potbellied old men grinding each other just isn’t…” Felicia paused starting to laugh. “It is so wrong that it’s ‘Jack Ass’, like in the movie.” Boris did a couple of key strokes and they were on a blanket in Central Park with people watching causing Felicia to completely lose control. Boris shut down the program so that she could regain control.

  “That is how the program started. We modified it for Cherry and Tamar. It was an easy step to add in the scientific aspects. Morris Feynman wanted to test some of his buildings for wind load and we started to play with wind tunnel problems, so the Hydro tank naturally followed that.”

  “It sounds so simple, but what you described is much more complicated than that. I tried to set something like that up, but the hydrology is staggering and the wave periods vary from one body of water to another.” Boris smiled patiently as Felicia explained the complexities.

  “The hard part is gathering the data,” Boris said brightly. “When we decided to go with this program we contacted hydrologist, oceanographers and theoretical mathematicians. There are several very bright people out there that are not main stream, and they jumped at our offer.”

  “What offer would that be,” Felicia asked.

  “We offered to exchange mainframe computer time for the right to use their data,” Boris said with pride. “We have used up 70% of our available time and are installing two more main frames. We were going to go for the profit on the stock transaction, but Mary Lee said that the fast transport would be the perfect project for our baby, so here you are.”

  “Mary Lee the model…” Felicia started to exclaim.

  “No Mary Lee the financial analyst,” Boris corrected. “Mary Lee pointed out that the fast transport would need all next generation design and technology. The government set the specifications and Titan was awarded the contract for eight ships. We will build two ships using your designs from the Hydro tank either meeting or exceeding the specs. Rhonda has already talked to our other experts and they are most interested in working with you as long as you give them credit for their work.”

  “Naturally I would expect to give them credit,” Felicia said sounding somewhat offended.

  “Naturally,” Boris repeated with a smile. “In that case Rhonda will work out the details and Cherry will handle the finance. Right now, I am tired of talking business with two beautiful women. As if by magic there was a knock at the door and a man delivered a large tray of delicate looking pastries.

  “I couldn’t,” Felicia protested. “I have a real problem keeping the weight off.”

  “Do what I do,” Boris said brightly as he took a small pastry from the tray. “Screw the calories off.” Boris smeared the pastry on Felicia’s cheek instantly starting to nibble her cheek and the pastry at the same time. Rhonda took a pastry and moving behind her smeared a pastry on her neck. The shock of their bold actions turned to passion as the three people settled to the floor with the pastry tray.

  Cherry caught up to Winnie, Rene, and Paul just outside of the Senator’s office. “Phil will not need to talk to you after all. It seems that he was able to settle everything with my report, since I am on the list of approved bodyguards.”

  “Phil is one of the most thorough security people on the capital team. Did you need any help,” Winnie asked cautiously?

  “Yes...”

  “And…” Winnie pressed.

  “I am not a name dropper,” Cherry replied quietly. Winnie allowed the matter to drop leading the way into her office. Molly her secretary greeted her efficiently giving her report as Winnie cleared the door.

  “Senator Belight and Wayne Haggard did not want to meet in your office and I knew that you would not want to meet in his office so I booked one of the conference rooms. Winnie you have an appropriations vote coming up after lunch and the gun lobby wanted some time over lunch.”

  “Winnie smiled tell them that I will be available for an early lunch in the Congressional dining room at eleven and as for the rest of it you were spot on, thank you.”

  “Is Rene going to be my assistant today,” Molly asked Winnie when she recognized Rene.

  “No Lloyd and his partner Steve were on the steps again when we arrived,” Winnie said solemnly with a long pause after pronouncement.

  “And…” Molly asked desperately.

  “Cherry, Tasered both of them,” Winnie said breaking out laughing. “I believe that the both went to the ER.”

  “Way to go Cherry,” Molly cheered losing any sign of decorum.

  “Steve pissed his pants and they had to give Lloyd CPR,” Cherry said accepting the praise.

  “Yes…” Molly said pumped her arm not trying to hide her enthusiasm.

  “Molly, please try not to be so happy when they call to ask for the details,” Winnie said trying to make her voice sound stern. “Your official story is that Senator Ransom was attacked on the Capital steps by two assailants and a security detail prevented them from succeeding. Under no circumstance are you to use the word bodyguard. Are we clear?”

  “Can I say that the assholes got what they deserved,” Molly asked brightly.

  “God no…” Winnie said sternly appreciating Molly’s loyalty.

  “Go home and pack a bag for two days. You will be joining us for the weekend,” Cherry said quietly. “Rene will drive you.” Cherry nodded sternly to Rene.

  “Drive her home and don’t let anybody interview her. Be sure that you keep Molly’s bag in the trunk of the limo.” Rene nodded acknowledging her instructions.

  “I don’t appreciate you giving my staff instructions.” Winnie said frostily.

  “Sorry,” Cherry apologized. “If Molly is with us they can’t bully her for answers. Besides loyalty like that deserves a reward.” Winnie had to acknowledge the point.

  “I guess that the press will be hot for news,” Winnie looked at Molly. “Would you like to join us for the weekend?”

  “Would I ever…” Molly squealed with excitement pulling Rene by the arm to the door. Winnie waved her out the door with a laugh.

  “I guess that the office will need to be closed for a while,” Senator Ransom reflected. “Molly has three assistants in this office maybe I should give them a long weekend.” Winnie walked into the outer office and gave everyone a long weekend which was met with instant approval.

  “Paul you and Winnie enjoy your meeting I will hang out in the livery area until you are finished. Just give me a call wh
en you are ready.”

  “The livery area…” Paul questioned.

  “Yes the livery area,” Cherry said smoothly. “People that want to look important have the hired help hang out in case they need to get somewhere fast.” Cherry picked up her phone holding it to her ear, “Oh my god they can’t do that. Yes, I will handle that personally. You tell those assholes that I am coming down there to kick some ass.” Cherry lowered the phone selecting a speed dial, “Jarvis, have the car out front in three minutes or you’re fired.” Cherry looked up, “And that is how you get out of a sticky meeting.” Winnie and Paul applauded the performance with profound admiration.

  “That was an academy award performance,” Paul laughed, “but why the livery area?”

  “Rich people treat the help like furniture and have no care about what they say,” Cherry laughed hiking up her skirt and opening the top two buttons of her blouse. “Most of the drivers are men and you would be surprised at what they would say to impress a cute bimbo driver with spectacular cleavage. Inside of an hour I will have most of the secrets floating around down there. Wayne Haggard is so pretentious that I am sure he has a driver waiting at his beckon call.”

  “As I remember…” Paul started.

  “Don’t spoil it for me,” Cherry held up her hand. “I will find his Chauffer, get his secrets, fuck him in the back seat right where Wayne sits and wipe the cum on the glasses of his brandy set.” Cherry held out her hand to Paul. “One Hundred bucks says I’ll do it.”

  “I would pay you five hundred to do it,” Paul laughed with a malicious tone.

  Lloyd’s Chest felt like a car had driven over it. The CPR had torn the cartilage in two of his ribs. The Paramedics wanted to place an airway down his throat, but he fought them off.

  “I have a partner. Where is Steve,” Lloyd demanded.

  “Your partner is in the ambulance ahead of us,” The paramedic said sounding relieved. “He pissed himself with the first charge and shit himself with the second charge. I don’t think that you would want him in here with us.”

 

‹ Prev