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Steamy Stories Podcast
Life As A New Hire: part 15

Steamy Stories Podcast

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Back with Libra; but first some nonsensical news.By FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the podcast at Steamy Stories.Just as echoes pollute sound, the echoes of our histories pollute our view of the World.I had to fall back on a dedicated group of readers for editor assistance. The faults are mine.(Wednesday Night)Yasmin had a kink I hadn’t really had to deal with before. She liked having sex standing up; anywhere. Sure I had made love in hallways, showers and against a refrigerator once, but Yasmin took this to a whole new level. The most horizontal I got her was fucking her on my bedroom dresser.She was also an aggressive nibbler which is a kind way of saying she bites down hard without breaking the skin. The scars would fade by morning, but I was going to catch Hell from Timothy and Odette later tonight. Our experience was…enhanced by yet another reality I was unaware of. Yasmin’s ex was an ‘intellectual’.In Brazil that must translate as a small penis with limited stamina, but don’t hold me to that. Since the birth of her son and the 'incident’ with her husband, Yasmin hadn’t much 'personal’ time; read: not much finger, or vibrator usage. Yasmin was tight, famished and extra aroused by me kicking Felix’s macho ass an hour earlier.I ushered Yasmin into my place, she was looking smoky yet contained, so I gave her the ten cent tour. When I turned around, her sandals, pants and shirt were off. Silky violet was a good color on her. Yasmin didn’t rush the removal of her final items, using their skimpy allure to draw me in like a striker to the goal.My Brazilian MILF loved being appreciated for every nuanced curve, scent and taste. She let me slip off her bra first then she pulled off my shirt. She didn’t let me get behind her. This allowed her to pace her own aggression. Cáel was along for the ride. This wasn’t fem domination, just a very hungry lady looking for some first-rate sportsmanship.Lucky for me, I was a full service arena with overtime expertise. Every little 'Give and Go’ and 'tackle’ was received, or dodged to keep our game in play. Here I was thinking of swinging a little more upper body workout later tonight. Yasmin’s gymnastics made that redundant. My first insertion was welcomed by her.Yasmin repaid my diligence with lip services, strong hands massaging my back and arms, plus timely input concerning what was good and bad without running over the passion. Yasmin was not at Buffy’s level of competition. Instead she brought her own torrid spirit that was new and exciting.I had no idea how Yasmin’s husband ever found the energy to cheat on her. Yasmin would seek breaks in our activities. The rest of the hour-plus she was either at a vivid simmer, or a full-on blowtorch. Half the time I didn’t even have to direct our intimacy; Yasmin was happy to manage all of the movements using her thighs, stomach muscles and arms to make it a highly memorable performance.As we staggered down from the peak of my climax, a sweaty, panting Yasmin informed me that she was glad she had started doing handstand push-ups once more. For those not in the know, imagine doing a handstand facing a wall. Now push your body up the wall which is occasionally done with your fingertips if you are a true bad-ass…like Yasmin and Timothy.That is another exercise I’m going to have to work on. Jacking-off and squeezing stress balls wasn’t going to cut it anymore.“Ora, ora, meu bombom precioso … muito bom,” Yasmin purred as I put her legs down; I had been holding the back of her knees with my elbows.“I’m the bomb? Sweet!” I sounded as energetic as I was able. My Brazilian Nitro-girl began laughing. “What did the rest of it mean?”“With every orgasm you give me, I’ll give you a word,” she taunted me. I looked at the ceiling.“I’m looking for a downside to that challenge,” I met her gaze. “I can’t see one.”“We’ll see about that when I leave. I have a sitter until 11:00 p.m. so you have good deal of bravado I want you to back-up,” Yasmin looked carnivorously-aroused. We did get around to getting cleaned up then hoofed it to a local Egyptian cuisine eatery. On the way back, I screwed her against a streetlamp with the light burned out.You see a good deal of humor about girls in super-tight pants and all the contortions they go through to get into them. Peeling them out is much, much easier. Maybe it is the inspiration that makes the difference. Best of all, the reactions of people walking around us, or across the street. Overt disgust, ignoring the whole situation, and, my favorite, the running commentary.(First couple)#1 Girl: “Why don’t we ever do that?”#1 Guy: “Do you bend that way?”(Second couple)#2 Girl: “Do you think she’s hotter than me?”#2 Guy: “Let’s go down to the next lamppost and find out.”(Third couple)#3 Guy: “Don’t they have a bed, or are they homeless?” There was no way we were dressed like homeless!#3 Girl: “You have all the romance of a rhino.” Somebody wasn’t getting some tonight.And because we were in a major metropolis,(Fourth couple)#4 Girl (1): “Are you practicing safe sex? If not, I have a condom,” she touched my shoulder.Me: “We are good. I use Durex normally, though I’ll use Trojan too.”#4 Girl (2): “Are you okay, Miss?”Yasmin: (unhappy): “I’m fine. Now either let my man get back to slaking my every lust, or join in.”#4 Girl (2) “Are you serious?” to Yasmin.#4 Girl (1) “Are you okay with this?” she addressed me. “She’s my girlfriend.”A few seconds of grunting, gasping sex ensued.Yasmin: “Yes, I am serious and you two are killing the mood. Mount up, or get off my horsy.”The two ladies looked at one another.#4 Girl (1): “She’s very ho…attractive. What do you say? It is safe sex,” hint, hint.And thus I had a lesbian four-way. The first girl, Evie, was bi- and worked at Planned Parenthood, explaining the condom lore. Girl two, Samantha, was a lesbian, but having a strong sex drive, decided that Yasmin was as luscious as I thought she was. Back at my place, it took Samantha thirty minutes to get used to sharing her bed with a man.By then she decided I wasn’t the enemy, despite my penis and hunger for the female form. Evie and Yasmin had zip inhibitions and let the lesbian and the straight guy work our differences while they basked in each other’s femininity. Yasmin insisted she wasn’t a lesbian, or bi-sexual. She had no sexual hang ups and found American’s confusing because they did.We had wrapped up the first round with Evie giving me a quick blowjob because I had been a good boy and kept my sperm holstered for the entire encounter. Samantha threw on one of Odette’s t-shirts (I didn’t explain) and went to the bathroom. I got washed up; Samantha gave me a dirty look from the toilet then I reminded her I’d just seen her naked.We both exited to the living room and took up spots on the sofa as we waited for our prospective partner. I heard my roommates keys jingle in the lock. He walked in, taking in the now familiar scene of me with a new girl on the sofa.“Timothy Denver!” Samantha squealed when my roommate showed up.“Sammy…what are you doing in my apartment…with him?” Timothy meant me. They (Timothy and Samantha) hugged each other, Timothy lifting her off the ground.“Me and Evie are sharing his girlfriend,” Samantha explained.“Which one?” Timothy put her down. Samantha shot me a semi-hostile look.Yasmin and Evie came out of the bedroom; having found Evie’s clothing. That was their story and I wasn’t going to argue with it.“Hi Timothy!” Evie ran up and hugged him too. Up she went.“Timothy, this is Yasmin,” I made introductions.“The Brazilian Hottie,” Timothy noted.“Yasmin, is Cáel sleeping around you on you?” Samantha inquired.“No. Cáel has sex with far too many other women to cheat on me,” she informed them. Samantha didn’t know what to make of that.“That means she’s aware that I date a lot,” I explained. I would have asked how Samantha, Evie and Timothy knew each other except now all their body art made sense.“Timothy, are you and Cáel…” Samantha asked. Timothy rolled his eyes.“God, I wish,” Timothy sighed dramatically. “The dick on this guy is phenomenal.”“Sammy, I know you would never, ever, ever go that way, but if you did, do it with Cáel here,” Timothy told her. “He is the most sensitive, skilled and empathic lover I’ve ever seen. He’s not at all possessive and totally confident in who he is.” Sammy didn’t look like she was contemplating a gender-preference switch. She was getting between me and Evie.“As long as you understand you, me and Evie,” Sammy warned me.“Sadly, fidelity is not one of my virtues,” I shrugged. “I could lie to you about it. You seem to be Timothy’s friend, so I should treat you better than that.”“You can trust me around Cáel,” Evie insisted.“No, we can’t,” Timothy, Sammy and Yasmin all spoke simultaneously. I wasn’t trustworthy, but at least I was consistently untrustworthy.“Listen to your friends and the woman you barely know,” I met Evie’s gaze. “I know I couldn’t control myself around you and we’d both regret it.”No we wouldn’t. I could see that fire deep in her eyes. We were going to have sex again, just me and she. I was a lowdown dirty dog who gave an incredible dicking and I’d already made an insertion into Evie’s body and mind. Not that it was terribly important to me; she was okay at sex, though not great. My words were for the listening audience. Timothy knew me better.“Cáel,” Timothy stated firmly. “For me, man; don’t fool around with Evie.” I’d lied to roommates all the time. Like the women in my life, I wanted to keep them happy, or happily neutral. That attitude suddenly didn’t work for me.“How?” sort of spilled out. No one expected my plaintive cry for relationship help.“What?” Sammy gulped. Yasmin snickered. She knew the score.“Sammy, Cáel’s nailed a girl who was making a food delivery to us. In around an hour and a half, a waitress he met for a minute and gave his number to, will be here. She moved into his room. They are not a couple,” Timothy tried to explain.“She lives here to hang out with me and bangs Cáel when he doesn’t have anyone else over, yet, I swear on Buddha’s Belly, I’ve never seen him abuse a girl,” Timothy continued. “It is the strangest damn thing I’ve ever seen. He’s stacked them up like jets at LaGuardia.”“He’s a shit-head player,” Sammy glared.“Do you feel used?” Yasmin pointed out. “You don’t because you weren’t. He’s not trying to out-dick your vagina. He’s not out to steal Evie. He is admittedly hormonally unbalanced. That doesn’t make him a bastard. I’m not here looking for a boyfriend and if I was, it would never be Cáel.”“If you can get past the fact he might have sex with your girlfriend from time to time, he’s really a great guy,” Yasmin added. “Cáel is fearless and as long as sex is not involved, completely reliable.” Sammy was clearly not believing any of this, finally turning back to Timothy.“He gives an incredibly good dicking, he’s a dog, and he’s one of my best friends,” Timothy shrugged.I had been 'one of the guys’, a 'buddy’ and 'dude’. I had never been considered a man’s best friend before and I had never heard Timothy toss that term around about anybody. I went up and hugged him.“Dude, you have lousy taste in friends,” I patted his back.“Cáel, I have plenty of friends who wouldn’t abandon me in a fight. You are the only person I know who took an arrow for a little girl you barely knew,” Timothy patted my back. “You don’t find that dedication often. In the past two months we’ve been through more freaky shit than I’ve experience in the past ten years. Faults and all, this has been the best time of my life.”I stepped back until we were at arm’s length.“I take that back. You don’t have lousy taste in friends; you are delusional,” I blinked.“He got shot; took an arrow; for a little girl?” Sammy gulped. “How come this is the first I’m hearing about it?”“That would be the bandage on your leg?” Evie pointed.“I have a dangerous job,” I regarded the new girls. “I test poultry for signs of intelligence. Let’s just say that a sleeper cell got past me and chaos ensued.”“Translation: he can’t talk about it,” Yasmin smirked.“What do you do you really do?” Sammy pressed.“I’m working on a special project. We are taping strobe lights to Garden Gnomes then, using hobby store-bought rockets, my corporation is going to sell them as a Developing World-friendly alternative to the current GPS system,” I looked grim.“Really?” Sammy looked uncertain.“I work for a really sleazy corporation,” I confessed. “There is nothing they wouldn’t do for a buck.”“That’s heartless,” Sammy protested. “Men like that are raping the planet and exploiting the poor.”“Sammy, I work for Havenstone Commercial Investments. I am one of three men in the entire workforce; that is well over 10,000 women; undoubtedly more,” I smirked. “If it is any consolation, I am treated as little more than a pin-up model by my co-workers.”“Oh wow,” Evie snickered. “Were you hired for your looks?”“Hardly,” I declared with authority. “I majored in Business with a minor in Philosophy from Bolingbrook College in New Hampshire, an institute of higher learning renowned for its 70% female student population and nothing else. Still, I am working for a Fortune 500 company at a job I am totally unqualified for, earning an unheard of starting salary and constantly required to work shirtless, or naked.”“Personally, I think it was my creative writing skills that won them over,” I nodded sagely.“You are a jerk,” Timothy snorted. “I hate it when you tell the truth and make it sound unbelievable. It is a skill I’ve never seen wielding so cuttingly.” No one said anything for a few seconds.“It is really annoying that no one believes I earned my position because I’m actually intelligent and hard-working,” I grumbled.“Welcome to the world of a Carnival dancer,” Yasmin laughed.“I was going 'a blond bimbo’,” Sammy agreed, “but that works too.” That broke down the social ice. Letting yourself soak up a bit of ridicule can pay huge dividends. I was going to be back in bed with every single woman in the room; even the lesbian, though I’d be sharing a girl with her, wait and see.For some reason, Sammy remained convinced I was an asshole, so she dared me to kiss Timothy. I shrugged, Timothy shrugged, so we kissed. Seriously, I have no clue what I WON’T do for sex. When Timothy slipped me some tongue I nutted him. As he doubled over, I told him I wasn’t the kind of guy who went beyond second base on the first date.The group informed me that second base was touching my cock…whoops. Then Evie reminded me that I had sex with her within fifteen minutes of our initial meeting. I replied I hadn’t had anal sex with her yet, but if that was the case, I was sure Timothy would be a good sport about it all. Timothy had finally gotten back to his feet. Again, he nodded.This time he snatched me up, bench pressed me over his head (man, we need to re-spackle the ceiling) and bounced me off the sofa. Timothy is really strong too. I hit the floor, face down, but with my knees and palms catching my weight. I quickly summersaulted and regained my footing. I trusted Timothy. Still, talking about anal sex with a big, buff gay man then assuming the doggy-style position…let’s not tempt fate.My antics earned me another round of sex. After Evie exploded (figuratively) all over the place with her…third orgasm, I looked over Yasmin’s shoulder to Sammy, who was sexing up my Brazilian from the other side.“I have totally and completely re-evaluated having a lesbian in bed with me, Sammy,” I testified. “You rock!”Sammy shot me a look, realized I was expounding true praise and picked up her ravishing of Yasmin. After we demolished Yasmin, Sammy mounted me. My cock was on my belly with her soaked pussy pressing on it. She wanted a 'test drive’ more than anything else; the experience of feeling the differences between the masculine and feminine skeletal and muscular textures and nuances.“Can I touch your breasts?” I requested. Sammy thought it over, eventually giving me an 'okay’ look. She had those nice, banana-cone shaped breasts with huge areolas and sizable nipples. I started off by lifting and weighing each teat, taking it nice and leisurely. Sammy decided I was doing a passable job so she stopped studying me and got into the sensation of the moment.That little gasp cued me in that I had earned the right to move a little farther. Her nipples were already engaged. A half-dozen grazing passes and they were definitely joyous. Lesbians, bi-sexual and straight women all have the same physiology, yet different visually, audibly, and olfactory stimuli were specific arousal cues.Most lesbians didn’t like Old Spice, The Firemen of New York calendars and Enrique Iglesias. At the very least they aren’t throwing their panties at Enrique. Touch and taste tend to be unisex. Baring you having big, calloused man-paws, fingers are fingers and hands are hands. Taste is taste and more individual specific than gender-related.Sorry ladies, your sweat can stink as much as a men’s does. It is more a matter of diet. Both sexes should clean up 'down there’. It is common sexual courtesy, so use it. When I can, I use a subtle cologne though I’ve used women’s Secret deodorant on rare occasions. It earned me curious looks every time, but it never stopped them.Sammy was already taking quick gulps of air when her worried eyes looked down at me again. She wanted to tell me to stop. She was caught in a double bind; she was getting gratification and the only reason to refuse it was because I was a man; a man she had allowed to touch her. That would make her either sexist, or a bigot.Never ignore the allure of the female orgasm. Add to that, never ignore the power of friendship. As Sammy struggled to master her 'lesbian outrage’, Evie sneaked behind her, wiggling two fingers past my nut-sack, along my cock and into Sammy’s pussy from behind.“Evie,” Sammy moaned in protest.“Sammy-love, he’s not trying to fuck you,” Evie murmured to her companion. “You are liking what he’s doing and you know you have dynamite nipples. Let him have a sample.” To me, “She likes a whole lot of suction and a tiny bit of teeth.” Sammy attempted some kind of protest. Yasmin stroking Sammy’s upper thigh, hip and stomach breached the dam of her inhibitions.So, I had a lesbian lowering her body toward mine. First her palms rested on my shoulders. Sammy’s body flowed up mine until her elbows replaced her hands and her tits were now accessible. As advised, I applied a wet vacuum seal to her right areola and nipple. I twirled my tongue around her savory flesh, bringing Sammy to the point she embraced her tantric titillation.“You should have longer hair,” she purred as she ran one hand through my locks. “I don’t normally go for butch girls.” You guys go be indignant if you wish. These were some sweet teats I was indulging in and I had zero regrets about 'girling-up’ for a lesbian. Sammy finally climbed to the mountaintop of her orgasmic quest and howled out her victory.She cascade down on me, my lower stomach syrupy with her juices and her bosom muzzling my face. Yasmin went to her knees, leaned over Sammy’s prostrate form and began seriously making out with Evie. I lived in a vortex of unexpected pleasure and fulfillment. I had taken part in making a lesbian sexually complete.“You are the best guy I’ve ever been with,” Sammy murmured.“He’s the only guy you’ve ever been with,” Evie teased.“Fine. He’s still the best. Cáel, have you ever thought about becoming a post-op transsexual?” Sammy giggled.“No!” Yasmin protested. “That’s where I draw the line. Cáel keeps his tender bits.”“Mmmhphmfsmmm,” I added my voice against that proposal. To punish Sammy for even bringing that up, I latched onto a breast like a starving lamprey and went to town. Damn right that put her in her place. Fifteen minute later, she finally let me come up for air.Ten minutes after that, we stumbled out of the apartment. I was going to see Yasmin safely home; she snickered then, seeing my hurt feelings, told me I was very brave and could take her home. Evie and Sammy lived close by. They had known Timothy from his days working at an ink place in Queens, but had lost touch when he opened his own place on the East Side.They promised to stay in touch. Sometimes I don’t even have to try. Maybe that’s why Timothy got so pissy with me at times. As for Yasmin and me, I fucked her in the hallway right outside her domicile because she still had twenty minutes left on her babysitter and there was a convenient vertical surface. We both went home with smiles on our faces.I met up with Odette walking up to my; now our; place. She wanted all the juicy details, helped me change our sheets, promised to do our laundry tomorrow morning and then we had sex. I was set up on my feet, shins and knees, Odette facing away from me and grinding her lush tight end on my rod when the door opened and Timothy Nerf-shot me…cause I definitely deserved it.(Thursday)Thursday was good. I inspected artificial wood products for artificial termites. Actually, I started out with Constanza; really Naomi and her Merry Band now; and learned how to actually fire a personal defense weapon. No more 'spray and pray’ for me. They told me they had a special surprise for me on Friday. Color me concerned.According to Medical, I was a lousy lab monkey. Then Katrina informed me it was Brian’s turn today to get poked, prodded and forced to cough up millions of little Brian-lettes for Havenstone’s perverse pleasures. I e-mailed Brian my best wishes. I was seriously starting to question those 'so-called’ medical experts ethical integrity.I worked with Buffy, teamed up with the Daphne/Desiree combo. Why? Because there was an emergency board meeting on Friday. I wasn’t told this, but Daphne and I figured it out. To put some extra butter on my hell-bound soul, an agent of Rhada’s gave me a private note informing me she wanted to talk.Keeping to Amazon Princess Rape Fantasy Bondage protocols, I ate the message before Buffy could pry it from my hands. Bad enough was all these crazy females trying to kill me, I also had to keep track of which ones hated the other ones. It reminded me of dating sorority sisters, except this time out, I could never leave the sorority house and they almost never went to classes.Oh, and they are all related to Jason Voorhees (that’s the maniac from the Friday the 13th movies for those who had lived constructive lives) and we were adjacent to an Ace Hardware store. Plus I had a date with Libra and I was dedicated to 'tapping that ass’ at least once more before I died. And, there was more!Deena, the swimming, 'fingers in her pussy’ buddy dropped me a line telling me she was 'expecting’ me this afternoon. There was no way I could swing that, despite her request that could be only construed as an order. I simply didn’t have the time. I e-mailed her back, pleading for her to be in a bikini with several suggested sites for her to visit.Before my designated knife training, I had a fucked-up brainstorm about what to do with Rhada. I wrote a letter in Old Kingdom Hittite, sealed it in wax with the imprint of the symbol 'Lowest’ on it, representing me, though Rhada’s submissive side could easily misinterpret that. To get it to her, I went to the only one who could meet her face to face who I could trust.Katrina? Laughable. She could do it but she wouldn’t touch this disaster with a three meter pole made out of male vertebrae. The only other person who met all the criteria; Oneida. Yes, I was a fucktard, fuck-nut and a waste of human potential.“Oneida, I need a favor,” I asked the moment I hunted her down in Acquisitions.“Of course,” her eyes lit up, her lips moistened and breathe quickened. She wasn’t wanting a quick tussle in a side room. The chick wanted to be held closely while I whispered love poetry into her ear for her to hear alone. I was letting her down abysmally.“I need this message hand delivered to Rhada,” I pressed the missive into her hands.She didn’t know how to wrap her mind around that. Rhada? She knew we had fought, but what contact had we shared since then? She made the sane 'girl-logic’ assumption.“Cáel, are you in trouble,” she worried. Oh, I wish it was only trouble.“Not that you can help me with. If you can’t do this, I’ll find another way,” I sighed.Yes, I was playing her. Oneida would run over hot coals for me.“No, no; I’ll do it…why? Why Rhada?” Oneida pleaded.“I can’t say and you cannot look at the message. It is critical that she, and she alone sees this,” I impressed on her the importance of saving my life without saying 'please save my life’.By asking her to not look at the message, I increased the odds she’d look. I had no choice. If I didn’t say anything about it, she’d make an excuse to look and tell herself that I hadn’t forbidden her to look. Add to that, she was my racial superior. In her case, this meant she had to look out for my best interest. Oneida nodded and watched me leave.Training with Pamela was hands on this day. I had a wooden blade with a lead core to give me a better feel for the proper weight. Pamela had a meter long wooden rod. She had a miraculous ability to move her baton in a blur yet not hurt my fingers, hand, or wrist. It was very instructional. I was practicing stabbing and a bit of slashing.I left with a sense I’d added something useful to my repertoire. I wasn’t calling out Elsa anytime soon; heck, I wasn’t calling out Europa, Aya’s 13 year old sister either. As we were cleaning up, Pamela noticed my uncertainty.“What is it?” she asked.“Oh, it is that you’ve resisted the urge to cause me pain,” I mused. “Normally, I find Amazons to be very harsh.”“That is certainly a common training style here,” Pamela nodded. “I chose showing a student how to do things right as opposed to reminding the student what they did wrong.”“Good enough. Thanks for treating me like I matter,” I grinned.“What makes you think that?” Pamela and I started to leave the little dojo. Note, she didn’t say 'assume’.“Trust me, I’m a sperm donor with sex appeal to virtually every other screwy dame in this place,” I smirked.“I know the difference between what I see in their eyes and yours,” I winked.“Ash Man,” Pamela remarked. She zinged me, alright. “My granddaughters talk of you and not in a way I would expect Amazon women to talk about a male.”“That and an Egg McMuffin…” I shrugged.“Means you won’t die hungry,” Pamela shrugged along with me. “This is why I volunteered to teach you; you deserve every chance to go out unconquered.”“Do you think I have a chance; of that?” I questioned.“Not really. I didn’t think I would ever be talking to a man in my native language again either, so who knows,” she added.“Do you think I’m an Ash Man?” I wondered. Male; OKH; again?“I haven’t a clue what one is,” she rolled her shoulders. “I am neither my House Leader, nor its Keeper of Records.”“Oh…what are you then?” I asked. The response she gave didn’t make sense.“Cliff-walker? I don’t know…” I furrowed my brow.“I am past my useful life yet refuse to take myself to the cliffs,” Pamela told me. “I have unfinished business to attend to in this World.”“What is that; if that isn’t too rude?” I inquired.“A dead man spoke to me. He told me I would never find my way to the halls of my ancestors until I replaced a life for a life,” she related.“That’s; umm; odd,” I suggested.“Cáel, I severed his throat to the spine. Even had he somehow been alive, he could not have spoken. Then there is the matter of speaking the Amazon tongue,” Pamela continued.“Did he tell you anything else?” I played along.“No.”“How will you know what life you should save; to replace a life for a life?” I searched her out.“He had the most unforgettable emerald green eyes,” she filled me in. Just like my eyes.We had stepped into the elevator when she told me that. There were five other Amazons with us. I didn’t know any of them. I reached out and put my hand on Pamela’s stomach.“Whatever happens to me, and I don’t want you to die, or anything; I want you to know you’ve done what needed to be done,” I assured her.Pamela’s laugh was so loud, deep and resounding, I was stunned that it came from such a thin frame.“That, my friend, is what being an Amazon is all about,” Pamela slapped my back. What she said was wrong in so many ways and the Amazons around us knew it.I wasn’t an Amazon and equating me to one of them was insulting to their feminine martial ardor. Also, no Amazon had ever called me a friend and meant it in a non-sexual manner. Things were getting uncomfortable.“Matron,” one of the Amazons spoke up, “are you feeling well?”That was a polite way of saying 'have you lost your mind?’“Do you know why there are twenty 'First’ Houses?” Pamela addressed me and ignored the others.“Not really. It wasn’t in the Havenstone Handbook,” I tried to sound innocently curious.“The first Amazon to escape capture came back for the rest,” Pamela related. “She was free and if she was recaptured she would have certainly been raped again and most likely killed. She came back because no risk is too great for one’s family. Like the first of the Unconquered, you risk everything for the spiritual and physical safety of your sisters.”“He is not one of us!” a different Amazon insisted.“How bizarre that none of these crazy bitches can see it,” Pamela smiled.“Who are you again?” I gave Pamela a worried look.“A discarded heroine, Cáel,” Pamela answered. “I am an embarrassment, an anachronism and an arrogant warrior humbled.”Clearly this was part of Havenstone’s history I wasn’t supposed to be privileged to hear.“You don’t date much, do you?” I changed things up. Pamela snorted. “This whole scarred scholar-warrior with a tragic past works better with your moping, 19th century literature-reading college types. Cavemen like me prefer slinky clothing and feigned idiocy.”“I’ll keep that in mind,” Pamela snickered. By the bug-eyed expression of our fellow travelers, Pamela was indeed some kind of heroic figure. She held no position, but her status was undeniable. “How about this: I will forgo taking myself to the cliffs until you give me my first great-granddaughter.”“As long as we agree that I’m never going without a condom for the next five years,” I counter-offered. “By the way, which two am I going to be surreptitiously avoiding?”“Brielle and Daphne,” Pamela appeared amused with my expression.“Holy crap!” I exclaimed. “I really like those two. This is going to be tougher keeping you alive than I thought.”“How many more days?” Pamela teased.“67,” I groaned as we stepped out onto the Executive Services floor. Technically, I had an hour left of my work-day.“Look on the bright side, our first great-grandchild could be a Son,” Pamela joked.Pamela clearly enjoyed 'freaking out’ the Normals; the normal Amazon population that is.“That would truly suck,” I remarked. “You ladies have zero experience with male names and no boy of mine is going to be named Shirley. Picking the baby boy names is going to be all on me.”“How about Augustus?” Pamela suggested. I looked stunned.Buffy, having heard my voice, hopped up from her station and came blazing my way. I hadn’t done a damn thing wrong yet she was angry with me. She didn’t know Pamela and I hoped to hell I wasn’t hitting on…okay, Pamela was a bit odd-looking. I’d still do her.“Cáel,” Buffy snapped. “What is going on? Don’t you have a job to do; with me?”“Buffy, this is Pamela. She’s my knife instructor,” I said. “Pamela, this is Buffy DuBois, my (dead word spoken).” Literally in Old Kingdom Hittite that meant 'mountaintop’. Pamela clearly got the implication. Buffy’s fury about me slipping into OKH was mitigated by Pamela’s appraising look.“Okay,” Buffy grumbled. “What was that?”“Pinnacle, peak, highest point, mountaintop,” Pamela answered for me. “I would wager it is a term of endearment and praise, but feel free to be offended despite him using the word for my benefit as opposed to yours. He might have incorrectly thought you knew how much he cared for you.”Verbal beat down!“Who are you, anyway?” Buffy struggled to be polite.“Pamela Pile,” my instructor stated. “I am not employed by Havenstone anymore.”“That’s not…possible…” Buffy questioned.“She is Brielle’s and Daphne’s Grandmother, Buffy,” I explained.“That’s nice,” Buffy was less than impressed.“Cáel, take care. Buffy, I know nothing of men, but I know camaraderie and I know you can throw that away as quickly as you earned it,” Pamela gave an even stare.“By the way, Pamela, you clearly have never been a kid on a playground,” I joked. Buffy was irritated while Pamela was amused. “With a name like Augustus, he’s either going to toughen up really fast, or get flattened. Trust me. My name was Cáel aka Cabbage Head all through elementary school.”“What did they call you in…middle school? It is middle school, correct?” Pamela inquired.“Yes; middle school. By 6th grade, I was firmly a 'nobody’,” I enlightened her. “Hell, my teachers could barely recall who I was. I stayed that way until I graduated high school.”“I had asthma as a child,” Pamela related. “I barely made it through my 12th year.”“What did you do when you…is the term 'casted’, or 'choosing a caste?” I posed.“It varies. Sometimes we choose and sometimes the caste chooses us,” Pamela answered. “I ended up here, in what is now known as Executive Services.”“Great,” I grinned. “I bet you were enticed by our intensive training in marshmallow juggling. Am I right?”“Not really,” Pamela grew serious. “I came here so I could build obstacle courses for kittens. It is an unappreciated melding of animal conditioning and engineering.” I was really liking Pamela. She was like a kindred spirit in this madhouse.“Speaking of 'animal conditioning’, Cáel, we need to get to work,” Buffy huffed and off I went.We finished up, had our after-work meeting and began to head-out for the day.“Daphne, I met your grandmother; nice lady,” I told my 'new hire’ buddy.“Really, what was she doing here?” Daphne smiled affectionately. I need to wear a dead rat around my neck; the deader the better.“She is teaching me how to knife fight,” I told her. Her not knowing that was odd.“Oh…I didn’t know she did that,” Daphne frowned.“She worked in Executive Services,” I said. That appeared news to Daphne as well. “I thought that was why you joined.”“Katrina,” Daphne looked to our boss, “was my grandmother in the (dead word spoken) service?” That word roughly meant 'darkness of night’ in OKH, but like so many things in a 'dead’ language, interpretation could be sketchy.“She was before my time,” Katrina nodded. “I do recall her legacy though.”“What did she do? Normally I wouldn’t care, except Pamela is a laugh riot,” I smirked.“She was the most lethal Amazon assassin of the 20th century,” Katrina stated deadpan.“Grans?” Daphne gasped. “She’s always been so odd; I mean nice.”“What happened to her?” I muttered.“I don’t know,” Katrina mused. “She came back from her last mission then took herself to the cliffs. A few weeks later she returned with no explanation for that either.”“Well crap,” I groaned. “She’s never going to forgive me for that 'wet willy’ (getting a fingertip slick with your saliva then sticking it in an opponent’s ear). I’m a goner.”Daphne play-punched me. We all heard the subsonic rumbling from the door. According to Buffy, she was the only one allowed to cause me physical discomfort and resented Daphne horning in on 'her turf’. Buffy had a new weapon in her arsenal this afternoon.“Your (dead word spoken) wants you to come here,” Buffy snapped.Even Katrina looked at her in some confusion.“I was told that was a good thing,” Buffy sizzled.“It most likely interpreted as 'most prized’, or 'most esteemed’,” Tigger translated. “Precisely it means 'mountaintop’.” Buffy stuck out her chin proudly.“Cáel, I believe I made my desire clear,” she commanded.“No can do McGiggles Sissy-pants,” I grimaced, “I have a date tonight that precludes me from me being overly bruised; again.” I was heading for the door, leading the 'new hires’ out of Katrina’s office.“I know you like laugh at death, Cáel,” Dora snickered, “but I’m not sure the rictus of death counts.”“I’ve got that covered, Dora,” I actually brushed up against Buffy. “I’m having a laugh track installed in my urn.”“Who says they’ll ever find your body?” Buffy moved rapidly at my side.“Whoa…cannibalism. Where I come from, normally the guy eats the girl,” I joked. “With you, Buffy, I’m never quite certain of our gender roles. I’m still terrified of letting you snuggle up from behind.”“I hate you,” Buffy growled. She wasn’t upset. Her eyes were dancing with laughter.“What are you going to do when he is relocated?” Fabiola murdered the mood.“Blame you,” Buffy glared at Fabiola.“I’m so scared,” Fabiola mocked Buffy.“Fabiola, don’t be like that,” I moped. “You have such full, plump lips that clearly know how to take hold of a problem and work it through. Your thighs are the product of diligent effort on your part and I’m sure that when you grapple with an opponent, no one can break that fearful hold.”“I’m sure anything your hands touch, you don’t release until you’ve milked every ounce of life out of your target. You are truly a complete woman,” I concluded. The elevator doors opened and we flooded out. Oneida was waiting for me. Buffy began laughing so hard she couldn’t keep up.“What is it?” Oneida looked to Buffy.“That is the most obtuse description of fellatio, fucking and a hand job I’ve ever heard,” Buffy wheezed. “Fabiola, he called you a whore and you can never prove it.” Okay, I didn’t call her a whore; money was never mentioned. Oneida looked distressed.“Oneida, Fabiola insinuated that Cáel would be relocated soon,” Daphne came to the rescue. I still had something to take care of.“I knew I forgot something,” I realized. “Buffy, can you hold my jacket?” I handed it to her. She examined it then dropped it to the ground. I shrugged then kept stripping.“Cáel?” Oneida worried.“I don’t have my biking clothes on,” I pointed out. “We can’t go biking unless I’m dressed in my biking clothes.” Was Oneida still upset about me stripping in public? No. She was about to spend time with me because she mistakenly perceived me to be a good guy.My bike trip with Oneida to a neutral halfway point proved that while Oneida was in good shape, she wasn’t a cyclist. Cycling emphasized an unusual muscle sequence, so if you don’t cycle much, it shows. I stuck close to her. Not only did it endear me to Oneida, it kept our two shadows at a safe distance so they didn’t impinge on their princess’s joyful mood.I sent Oneida on her way, got home and immediately started making adjustments to my night’s plans. First I had to deal with Libra. I got into an argument with her. I insisted she should wear only jeans, a t-shirt with no bra, and comfortable shoes. Libra was furious. She wanted to go clubbing and look hot; preferably enticing some guys to make me jealous.She certainly wasn’t going to come giftwrapped for an easy screw. She wasn’t that kind of girl. She didn’t like that I was that kind of guy. I insisted that I was the kind of guy who was fascinated with her. I was also happy that Brooke had gotten us back together; you know Brooke, the girl I had fucked to help her get over Felix then refused to sleep with so I could be with Libra.I was blistered and lambasted. I also got my way. I also got to see Libra embrace the ogling her attire earned her in my working class neighborhood as we walked around and talked.“Everyone is staring at my breasts,” Libra whispered to me after a bit. She wanted to make me think she was unhappy while her nipples were excited and she was relishing the turning heads. Brooke was better looking, in my opinion, but Libra was definitely a girl who shouldn’t walk around without a bra. Her breast are really shapely, large and firm, possibly her best attribute.We were hanging around an authentic Italian pizza joint, Libra against the wall, face to face with me. Without warning, I slipped my hand down, popped her jeans button open and unzipped her pants.“Cáel!” she hissed. Yum, Libra had gone panty-less as well. “Cáel,” she repeated.Libra tried to stop my fingers from exploring. She was hampered by her desire to not make a scene while I was insistent. Nice sexy jeans are not only nice and sexy, they hug the hips. This meant I could peel the front of her pants open and work two fingers past her pubic hair to her puffy lips.“Stop,” she whimpered. I didn’t. I slipped a finger between her labia and she was moist and steamy. I wiggled a finger inside with no effort.“No one will see us,” I murmured into Libra’s ear. I wiggled my finger in deeper.“You are horrible,” she moaned quietly. Her hands started out on my shoulders.A few seconds later, she migrated her arms down. I wasn’t positive where she was going with that until she hooked her thumbs into her pants and slid them farther down.“Get it over with,” she mumbled. She followed that up with tender kisses to my neck. Her moving her pants down allowed me to move a second finger in.All of that was a prelude. With my two slick fingers, I searched up for her clitoris. She (a clit is definitely a 'she’) was hungering for my contact and offered up her tenderness to my attention. Libra’s hand began clawing my abdomen through my shirt. Her nasal breathing was becoming ragged, so I eased off on the tempo my stimulation. I wasn’t going to bring Libra to an embarrassing public display of sexual release.It took her a few seconds to figure out I wasn’t teasing her, but shielding her from an uncontrolled release.“You are mean,” her eyes blazed with lust as I sucked my fingers clean of her vaginal secretions.“Kiss me, or I swear to God I’m going to take you on one of these tables,” I referred to the small tables the pizza parlor had for diners. Now Libra looked sultry and in charge. She rubbed her hips against my erection, appeared to contemplate her options and deigned to give me a kiss. It was barely a French kiss. Just enough to remind me I had taken advantage of her person and was being punished with pleasure.The box with the pizza slices barely made the toss to the sofa as Libra and I grappled with one another, yanking off our clothes and staggered to my bedroom.“You are going to fuck me so good for all the hell you’ve put me through,” Libra erotically demanded. Ma'am, yes Ma'am. Prepared to do my duty, Ma'am.I decided to do something new for Libra. Trust me, you develop a sense for what sexual deviancies your sex partner has broached. This helps you figure out what they’d like to explore. That leads you to worrying about your partner’s sexual history, but is a story for another time.“Hey!” Libra squawked as I handcuffed her left wrist. I wasn’t done. With her right wrist beside her left, I looped the chain around a bar in the headboard and snared her other limb.“Motherfu…” she got out before I smothered her with a lip-lock. She put her teeth on my tongue then decided not to chew it off. I broke off the kiss.“Now you are going to do whatever I want you to,” I gloated. “Scream, the cops come and you end up splashed all over the society page.” Most likely a lie.“I’ll never,” she snarled as I rammed my dick in to the hilt. “Ah…you bastard,” she grunted. Now I picked up my pace. Except having her hands bound, Libra was clearly getting into it. Right before climax, I eased off. Libra whined piteously.“Not yet,” I murmured. When I repositioned her in doggy-style, my cock got back to work.This time, I alternated seriously deep cock-thrusts (not pounding) with spanking. Libra went wild; one of her most intense orgasms yet. Libra should have realized two things: my neighbors knew by now and the screams my bedmates generated, and Libra herself was truly an Angelic choir of erotic gratitude.“That; that; that was intense,” Libra gasped. She was all sweat and electric; tired yet begging for more.“It gets better,” I promised her as I freed her up. Given two minutes to rebound, I rolled over onto my back at her side. The cuffs were handed over and I placed my hands over my head. Libra’s countenance was an explosion of thermal desire and numerous unanticipated opportunities. She straddled me, strung me up then…left. Huh?Libra didn’t go far. She noticed my 'goodie’ box which I had left nonchalantly available when we first tumbled in. What she pulled out didn’t make me jump for joy; an ostrich feather, lube and a body wand (imagine a small mace, except the head is actually a vibrating ball).“So, you’ve done this before?” I questioned.“There is a ball-gag in there. Shut-up, behave, or I’ll put it on you,” Libra gave me a saucy threat. I nodded. Libra settled in beside me, worked the wand controls then rolled it along my stomach. “To answer your question; no, I’ve never used anything like this before, but I’ve wanted to. Now I have a delectable, helpless male with tons of stamina laid out before me.”“This is going to be so much fun,” she squealed with delight. “Maybe I should call Brooke?” She wasn’t soliciting my opinion, just thinking aloud. She called Brooke who begged Libra for the chance to come over and help out. Libra promised Brooke could 'next time’. After that came the feather tickles, lubing up my cock, a hand job and finally using the wand on my cockhead until she shattered my resolve and I ejaculated.Libra licked all my creamy cum up, keeping eye contact through most of the process. For thirty seconds she left me with the sneaking suspicion she was going for round two. She freed me, gave me a good series of kisses then dropped down to bring my penis back to attention. That accomplish, Libra rolled my condom on, mounted me and slowly squirmed down my rod while mesmerizing me with her eyes.“Oh,” she purred, “you are so, so bad.” I sat up so that I was eye-level with her chin. Libra laid her forearms languidly over my shoulders, while mine deftly cupped each buttocks.“Does this mean you are breaking up with me?” I gave her my best puppy dog eyes. Libra made that squichy-angry play face. I was teasing and she knew I was teasing.“Do I have to hand-cuff you again?” Libra snickered. I slipped my right hand farther back and down. Using the liberal amount of lube Libra had lavished on my penis, I slicked up my forefinger and picked her sphincter. Libra gave a quick intake of breath.“For the sake of your backside, that might be wise,” I teased right back. Libra pouted.“Are going to ream my poor, abused Henie?” she moped deceptively. Rule One plus the addendum; make the girl happy. If you make the girl happy, she’ll figure out what makes you happy and do it for you. I lifted Libra up until my cock flopped out of her. It didn’t take her two seconds. Her hand found my cock, pointed it up and steered it into her butthole with zero need for encouragement.“I can’t believe you are making me do this,” she groaned as her sphincter parted and my glans slipped in. I wasn’t rushing things. I certainly wasn’t coercing Lira in anyway either. She certainly relished my upper body strength that allowed me to match her pace in penetrating her. Once Libra was fully impaled, I rocked us over so that she lay on her back with her knees touching her breasts.A casual, relaxed screw followed. Yes, I could have pounded Libra and she would have loved it, except she was here for more than a series of orgasms. She wanted some kind of confirmation there was an 'us’. She hadn’t wanted a relationship when we first met, or even after our first fuck. I was a hook-up; nothing more.The post-Felix episode with Brooke had changed that. I was far from acceptable, but more than a random fuck. Our status had become an enigma to her thus my approach with the soft anal fuck. I could certainly be a late night booty call, salvaging a bad night and making it good. This was a 'take him out for a weekend as a friend’ change of events.I was still not in the clubhouse. Thirty minutes in bedroom while 'changing to go down to the pool with her other friends’ they’d all know why she’d brought me along. Had Libra forgotten I was a Pound Puppy of the worst sort? Yes, but I felt no desire to remind her. We’d revisit the issue during that first weekend; guaranteed.Libra kept up a quiet bit of banter for a few minutes. Her words were meaningless. Her tonal quality was what I was paying attention to. I kept up a conversation which I would never recall. It is an art form; coherent babbling. My partner’s words faded away into groans and grunts.“Ready?” I rumbled my hunger for her wantonness. Libra nodded once, hesitated then nodded several times vigorously with a lewd curl to her lips.I hammered Libra with powerful thrusts. She was pushed up and over until her weight was on her shoulders and I as looking down into her impassioned face as I drove home. Her fingernails were drawing blood tracks over my flesh. I’ve heard of a 'backdraft’ before; never in a sexual context though.Libra’s whole body seemed to coils up internally. There was this moment of complete quiet and then Libra exploded in song. God, I thought her rectal muscles would twist my cock off, she was so energetic. Her vocal symphony went on, and on, and on. I was afraid I’d broken the girl. It got so bad, Timothy snuck a look in, gave me a 'what the fuck?’ expression then left.Oh yeah; somewhere toward the end of the process, I came. I was that entranced with the entire experience. Libra fell lifeless beneath me, trembling and emitting soundless mutterings. She was unconscious. This wasn’t my first time having this effect, but it doesn’t happen so often I can’t totally recall each incident.I pulled out of Libra, disposed of my 'business’ then placed my body beside hers, stroking her right cheek and ear, brushing her hair off her face.“You are pretty,” Libra gave me a sleepy smile. I’d stun-fucked her alright.“You’ve devastated me,” I c

Steamy Stories
Life As A New Hire: part 15

Steamy Stories

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 1, 2022


Back with Libra; but first some nonsensical news.By FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the podcast at Steamy Stories.Just as echoes pollute sound, the echoes of our histories pollute our view of the World.I had to fall back on a dedicated group of readers for editor assistance. The faults are mine.(Wednesday Night)Yasmin had a kink I hadn’t really had to deal with before. She liked having sex standing up; anywhere. Sure I had made love in hallways, showers and against a refrigerator once, but Yasmin took this to a whole new level. The most horizontal I got her was fucking her on my bedroom dresser.She was also an aggressive nibbler which is a kind way of saying she bites down hard without breaking the skin. The scars would fade by morning, but I was going to catch Hell from Timothy and Odette later tonight. Our experience was…enhanced by yet another reality I was unaware of. Yasmin’s ex was an ‘intellectual’.In Brazil that must translate as a small penis with limited stamina, but don’t hold me to that. Since the birth of her son and the 'incident’ with her husband, Yasmin hadn’t much 'personal’ time; read: not much finger, or vibrator usage. Yasmin was tight, famished and extra aroused by me kicking Felix’s macho ass an hour earlier.I ushered Yasmin into my place, she was looking smoky yet contained, so I gave her the ten cent tour. When I turned around, her sandals, pants and shirt were off. Silky violet was a good color on her. Yasmin didn’t rush the removal of her final items, using their skimpy allure to draw me in like a striker to the goal.My Brazilian MILF loved being appreciated for every nuanced curve, scent and taste. She let me slip off her bra first then she pulled off my shirt. She didn’t let me get behind her. This allowed her to pace her own aggression. Cáel was along for the ride. This wasn’t fem domination, just a very hungry lady looking for some first-rate sportsmanship.Lucky for me, I was a full service arena with overtime expertise. Every little 'Give and Go’ and 'tackle’ was received, or dodged to keep our game in play. Here I was thinking of swinging a little more upper body workout later tonight. Yasmin’s gymnastics made that redundant. My first insertion was welcomed by her.Yasmin repaid my diligence with lip services, strong hands massaging my back and arms, plus timely input concerning what was good and bad without running over the passion. Yasmin was not at Buffy’s level of competition. Instead she brought her own torrid spirit that was new and exciting.I had no idea how Yasmin’s husband ever found the energy to cheat on her. Yasmin would seek breaks in our activities. The rest of the hour-plus she was either at a vivid simmer, or a full-on blowtorch. Half the time I didn’t even have to direct our intimacy; Yasmin was happy to manage all of the movements using her thighs, stomach muscles and arms to make it a highly memorable performance.As we staggered down from the peak of my climax, a sweaty, panting Yasmin informed me that she was glad she had started doing handstand push-ups once more. For those not in the know, imagine doing a handstand facing a wall. Now push your body up the wall which is occasionally done with your fingertips if you are a true bad-ass…like Yasmin and Timothy.That is another exercise I’m going to have to work on. Jacking-off and squeezing stress balls wasn’t going to cut it anymore.“Ora, ora, meu bombom precioso … muito bom,” Yasmin purred as I put her legs down; I had been holding the back of her knees with my elbows.“I’m the bomb? Sweet!” I sounded as energetic as I was able. My Brazilian Nitro-girl began laughing. “What did the rest of it mean?”“With every orgasm you give me, I’ll give you a word,” she taunted me. I looked at the ceiling.“I’m looking for a downside to that challenge,” I met her gaze. “I can’t see one.”“We’ll see about that when I leave. I have a sitter until 11:00 p.m. so you have good deal of bravado I want you to back-up,” Yasmin looked carnivorously-aroused. We did get around to getting cleaned up then hoofed it to a local Egyptian cuisine eatery. On the way back, I screwed her against a streetlamp with the light burned out.You see a good deal of humor about girls in super-tight pants and all the contortions they go through to get into them. Peeling them out is much, much easier. Maybe it is the inspiration that makes the difference. Best of all, the reactions of people walking around us, or across the street. Overt disgust, ignoring the whole situation, and, my favorite, the running commentary.(First couple)#1 Girl: “Why don’t we ever do that?”#1 Guy: “Do you bend that way?”(Second couple)#2 Girl: “Do you think she’s hotter than me?”#2 Guy: “Let’s go down to the next lamppost and find out.”(Third couple)#3 Guy: “Don’t they have a bed, or are they homeless?” There was no way we were dressed like homeless!#3 Girl: “You have all the romance of a rhino.” Somebody wasn’t getting some tonight.And because we were in a major metropolis,(Fourth couple)#4 Girl (1): “Are you practicing safe sex? If not, I have a condom,” she touched my shoulder.Me: “We are good. I use Durex normally, though I’ll use Trojan too.”#4 Girl (2): “Are you okay, Miss?”Yasmin: (unhappy): “I’m fine. Now either let my man get back to slaking my every lust, or join in.”#4 Girl (2) “Are you serious?” to Yasmin.#4 Girl (1) “Are you okay with this?” she addressed me. “She’s my girlfriend.”A few seconds of grunting, gasping sex ensued.Yasmin: “Yes, I am serious and you two are killing the mood. Mount up, or get off my horsy.”The two ladies looked at one another.#4 Girl (1): “She’s very ho…attractive. What do you say? It is safe sex,” hint, hint.And thus I had a lesbian four-way. The first girl, Evie, was bi- and worked at Planned Parenthood, explaining the condom lore. Girl two, Samantha, was a lesbian, but having a strong sex drive, decided that Yasmin was as luscious as I thought she was. Back at my place, it took Samantha thirty minutes to get used to sharing her bed with a man.By then she decided I wasn’t the enemy, despite my penis and hunger for the female form. Evie and Yasmin had zip inhibitions and let the lesbian and the straight guy work our differences while they basked in each other’s femininity. Yasmin insisted she wasn’t a lesbian, or bi-sexual. She had no sexual hang ups and found American’s confusing because they did.We had wrapped up the first round with Evie giving me a quick blowjob because I had been a good boy and kept my sperm holstered for the entire encounter. Samantha threw on one of Odette’s t-shirts (I didn’t explain) and went to the bathroom. I got washed up; Samantha gave me a dirty look from the toilet then I reminded her I’d just seen her naked.We both exited to the living room and took up spots on the sofa as we waited for our prospective partner. I heard my roommates keys jingle in the lock. He walked in, taking in the now familiar scene of me with a new girl on the sofa.“Timothy Denver!” Samantha squealed when my roommate showed up.“Sammy…what are you doing in my apartment…with him?” Timothy meant me. They (Timothy and Samantha) hugged each other, Timothy lifting her off the ground.“Me and Evie are sharing his girlfriend,” Samantha explained.“Which one?” Timothy put her down. Samantha shot me a semi-hostile look.Yasmin and Evie came out of the bedroom; having found Evie’s clothing. That was their story and I wasn’t going to argue with it.“Hi Timothy!” Evie ran up and hugged him too. Up she went.“Timothy, this is Yasmin,” I made introductions.“The Brazilian Hottie,” Timothy noted.“Yasmin, is Cáel sleeping around you on you?” Samantha inquired.“No. Cáel has sex with far too many other women to cheat on me,” she informed them. Samantha didn’t know what to make of that.“That means she’s aware that I date a lot,” I explained. I would have asked how Samantha, Evie and Timothy knew each other except now all their body art made sense.“Timothy, are you and Cáel…” Samantha asked. Timothy rolled his eyes.“God, I wish,” Timothy sighed dramatically. “The dick on this guy is phenomenal.”“Sammy, I know you would never, ever, ever go that way, but if you did, do it with Cáel here,” Timothy told her. “He is the most sensitive, skilled and empathic lover I’ve ever seen. He’s not at all possessive and totally confident in who he is.” Sammy didn’t look like she was contemplating a gender-preference switch. She was getting between me and Evie.“As long as you understand you, me and Evie,” Sammy warned me.“Sadly, fidelity is not one of my virtues,” I shrugged. “I could lie to you about it. You seem to be Timothy’s friend, so I should treat you better than that.”“You can trust me around Cáel,” Evie insisted.“No, we can’t,” Timothy, Sammy and Yasmin all spoke simultaneously. I wasn’t trustworthy, but at least I was consistently untrustworthy.“Listen to your friends and the woman you barely know,” I met Evie’s gaze. “I know I couldn’t control myself around you and we’d both regret it.”No we wouldn’t. I could see that fire deep in her eyes. We were going to have sex again, just me and she. I was a lowdown dirty dog who gave an incredible dicking and I’d already made an insertion into Evie’s body and mind. Not that it was terribly important to me; she was okay at sex, though not great. My words were for the listening audience. Timothy knew me better.“Cáel,” Timothy stated firmly. “For me, man; don’t fool around with Evie.” I’d lied to roommates all the time. Like the women in my life, I wanted to keep them happy, or happily neutral. That attitude suddenly didn’t work for me.“How?” sort of spilled out. No one expected my plaintive cry for relationship help.“What?” Sammy gulped. Yasmin snickered. She knew the score.“Sammy, Cáel’s nailed a girl who was making a food delivery to us. In around an hour and a half, a waitress he met for a minute and gave his number to, will be here. She moved into his room. They are not a couple,” Timothy tried to explain.“She lives here to hang out with me and bangs Cáel when he doesn’t have anyone else over, yet, I swear on Buddha’s Belly, I’ve never seen him abuse a girl,” Timothy continued. “It is the strangest damn thing I’ve ever seen. He’s stacked them up like jets at LaGuardia.”“He’s a shit-head player,” Sammy glared.“Do you feel used?” Yasmin pointed out. “You don’t because you weren’t. He’s not trying to out-dick your vagina. He’s not out to steal Evie. He is admittedly hormonally unbalanced. That doesn’t make him a bastard. I’m not here looking for a boyfriend and if I was, it would never be Cáel.”“If you can get past the fact he might have sex with your girlfriend from time to time, he’s really a great guy,” Yasmin added. “Cáel is fearless and as long as sex is not involved, completely reliable.” Sammy was clearly not believing any of this, finally turning back to Timothy.“He gives an incredibly good dicking, he’s a dog, and he’s one of my best friends,” Timothy shrugged.I had been 'one of the guys’, a 'buddy’ and 'dude’. I had never been considered a man’s best friend before and I had never heard Timothy toss that term around about anybody. I went up and hugged him.“Dude, you have lousy taste in friends,” I patted his back.“Cáel, I have plenty of friends who wouldn’t abandon me in a fight. You are the only person I know who took an arrow for a little girl you barely knew,” Timothy patted my back. “You don’t find that dedication often. In the past two months we’ve been through more freaky shit than I’ve experience in the past ten years. Faults and all, this has been the best time of my life.”I stepped back until we were at arm’s length.“I take that back. You don’t have lousy taste in friends; you are delusional,” I blinked.“He got shot; took an arrow; for a little girl?” Sammy gulped. “How come this is the first I’m hearing about it?”“That would be the bandage on your leg?” Evie pointed.“I have a dangerous job,” I regarded the new girls. “I test poultry for signs of intelligence. Let’s just say that a sleeper cell got past me and chaos ensued.”“Translation: he can’t talk about it,” Yasmin smirked.“What do you do you really do?” Sammy pressed.“I’m working on a special project. We are taping strobe lights to Garden Gnomes then, using hobby store-bought rockets, my corporation is going to sell them as a Developing World-friendly alternative to the current GPS system,” I looked grim.“Really?” Sammy looked uncertain.“I work for a really sleazy corporation,” I confessed. “There is nothing they wouldn’t do for a buck.”“That’s heartless,” Sammy protested. “Men like that are raping the planet and exploiting the poor.”“Sammy, I work for Havenstone Commercial Investments. I am one of three men in the entire workforce; that is well over 10,000 women; undoubtedly more,” I smirked. “If it is any consolation, I am treated as little more than a pin-up model by my co-workers.”“Oh wow,” Evie snickered. “Were you hired for your looks?”“Hardly,” I declared with authority. “I majored in Business with a minor in Philosophy from Bolingbrook College in New Hampshire, an institute of higher learning renowned for its 70% female student population and nothing else. Still, I am working for a Fortune 500 company at a job I am totally unqualified for, earning an unheard of starting salary and constantly required to work shirtless, or naked.”“Personally, I think it was my creative writing skills that won them over,” I nodded sagely.“You are a jerk,” Timothy snorted. “I hate it when you tell the truth and make it sound unbelievable. It is a skill I’ve never seen wielding so cuttingly.” No one said anything for a few seconds.“It is really annoying that no one believes I earned my position because I’m actually intelligent and hard-working,” I grumbled.“Welcome to the world of a Carnival dancer,” Yasmin laughed.“I was going 'a blond bimbo’,” Sammy agreed, “but that works too.” That broke down the social ice. Letting yourself soak up a bit of ridicule can pay huge dividends. I was going to be back in bed with every single woman in the room; even the lesbian, though I’d be sharing a girl with her, wait and see.For some reason, Sammy remained convinced I was an asshole, so she dared me to kiss Timothy. I shrugged, Timothy shrugged, so we kissed. Seriously, I have no clue what I WON’T do for sex. When Timothy slipped me some tongue I nutted him. As he doubled over, I told him I wasn’t the kind of guy who went beyond second base on the first date.The group informed me that second base was touching my cock…whoops. Then Evie reminded me that I had sex with her within fifteen minutes of our initial meeting. I replied I hadn’t had anal sex with her yet, but if that was the case, I was sure Timothy would be a good sport about it all. Timothy had finally gotten back to his feet. Again, he nodded.This time he snatched me up, bench pressed me over his head (man, we need to re-spackle the ceiling) and bounced me off the sofa. Timothy is really strong too. I hit the floor, face down, but with my knees and palms catching my weight. I quickly summersaulted and regained my footing. I trusted Timothy. Still, talking about anal sex with a big, buff gay man then assuming the doggy-style position…let’s not tempt fate.My antics earned me another round of sex. After Evie exploded (figuratively) all over the place with her…third orgasm, I looked over Yasmin’s shoulder to Sammy, who was sexing up my Brazilian from the other side.“I have totally and completely re-evaluated having a lesbian in bed with me, Sammy,” I testified. “You rock!”Sammy shot me a look, realized I was expounding true praise and picked up her ravishing of Yasmin. After we demolished Yasmin, Sammy mounted me. My cock was on my belly with her soaked pussy pressing on it. She wanted a 'test drive’ more than anything else; the experience of feeling the differences between the masculine and feminine skeletal and muscular textures and nuances.“Can I touch your breasts?” I requested. Sammy thought it over, eventually giving me an 'okay’ look. She had those nice, banana-cone shaped breasts with huge areolas and sizable nipples. I started off by lifting and weighing each teat, taking it nice and leisurely. Sammy decided I was doing a passable job so she stopped studying me and got into the sensation of the moment.That little gasp cued me in that I had earned the right to move a little farther. Her nipples were already engaged. A half-dozen grazing passes and they were definitely joyous. Lesbians, bi-sexual and straight women all have the same physiology, yet different visually, audibly, and olfactory stimuli were specific arousal cues.Most lesbians didn’t like Old Spice, The Firemen of New York calendars and Enrique Iglesias. At the very least they aren’t throwing their panties at Enrique. Touch and taste tend to be unisex. Baring you having big, calloused man-paws, fingers are fingers and hands are hands. Taste is taste and more individual specific than gender-related.Sorry ladies, your sweat can stink as much as a men’s does. It is more a matter of diet. Both sexes should clean up 'down there’. It is common sexual courtesy, so use it. When I can, I use a subtle cologne though I’ve used women’s Secret deodorant on rare occasions. It earned me curious looks every time, but it never stopped them.Sammy was already taking quick gulps of air when her worried eyes looked down at me again. She wanted to tell me to stop. She was caught in a double bind; she was getting gratification and the only reason to refuse it was because I was a man; a man she had allowed to touch her. That would make her either sexist, or a bigot.Never ignore the allure of the female orgasm. Add to that, never ignore the power of friendship. As Sammy struggled to master her 'lesbian outrage’, Evie sneaked behind her, wiggling two fingers past my nut-sack, along my cock and into Sammy’s pussy from behind.“Evie,” Sammy moaned in protest.“Sammy-love, he’s not trying to fuck you,” Evie murmured to her companion. “You are liking what he’s doing and you know you have dynamite nipples. Let him have a sample.” To me, “She likes a whole lot of suction and a tiny bit of teeth.” Sammy attempted some kind of protest. Yasmin stroking Sammy’s upper thigh, hip and stomach breached the dam of her inhibitions.So, I had a lesbian lowering her body toward mine. First her palms rested on my shoulders. Sammy’s body flowed up mine until her elbows replaced her hands and her tits were now accessible. As advised, I applied a wet vacuum seal to her right areola and nipple. I twirled my tongue around her savory flesh, bringing Sammy to the point she embraced her tantric titillation.“You should have longer hair,” she purred as she ran one hand through my locks. “I don’t normally go for butch girls.” You guys go be indignant if you wish. These were some sweet teats I was indulging in and I had zero regrets about 'girling-up’ for a lesbian. Sammy finally climbed to the mountaintop of her orgasmic quest and howled out her victory.She cascade down on me, my lower stomach syrupy with her juices and her bosom muzzling my face. Yasmin went to her knees, leaned over Sammy’s prostrate form and began seriously making out with Evie. I lived in a vortex of unexpected pleasure and fulfillment. I had taken part in making a lesbian sexually complete.“You are the best guy I’ve ever been with,” Sammy murmured.“He’s the only guy you’ve ever been with,” Evie teased.“Fine. He’s still the best. Cáel, have you ever thought about becoming a post-op transsexual?” Sammy giggled.“No!” Yasmin protested. “That’s where I draw the line. Cáel keeps his tender bits.”“Mmmhphmfsmmm,” I added my voice against that proposal. To punish Sammy for even bringing that up, I latched onto a breast like a starving lamprey and went to town. Damn right that put her in her place. Fifteen minute later, she finally let me come up for air.Ten minutes after that, we stumbled out of the apartment. I was going to see Yasmin safely home; she snickered then, seeing my hurt feelings, told me I was very brave and could take her home. Evie and Sammy lived close by. They had known Timothy from his days working at an ink place in Queens, but had lost touch when he opened his own place on the East Side.They promised to stay in touch. Sometimes I don’t even have to try. Maybe that’s why Timothy got so pissy with me at times. As for Yasmin and me, I fucked her in the hallway right outside her domicile because she still had twenty minutes left on her babysitter and there was a convenient vertical surface. We both went home with smiles on our faces.I met up with Odette walking up to my; now our; place. She wanted all the juicy details, helped me change our sheets, promised to do our laundry tomorrow morning and then we had sex. I was set up on my feet, shins and knees, Odette facing away from me and grinding her lush tight end on my rod when the door opened and Timothy Nerf-shot me…cause I definitely deserved it.(Thursday)Thursday was good. I inspected artificial wood products for artificial termites. Actually, I started out with Constanza; really Naomi and her Merry Band now; and learned how to actually fire a personal defense weapon. No more 'spray and pray’ for me. They told me they had a special surprise for me on Friday. Color me concerned.According to Medical, I was a lousy lab monkey. Then Katrina informed me it was Brian’s turn today to get poked, prodded and forced to cough up millions of little Brian-lettes for Havenstone’s perverse pleasures. I e-mailed Brian my best wishes. I was seriously starting to question those 'so-called’ medical experts ethical integrity.I worked with Buffy, teamed up with the Daphne/Desiree combo. Why? Because there was an emergency board meeting on Friday. I wasn’t told this, but Daphne and I figured it out. To put some extra butter on my hell-bound soul, an agent of Rhada’s gave me a private note informing me she wanted to talk.Keeping to Amazon Princess Rape Fantasy Bondage protocols, I ate the message before Buffy could pry it from my hands. Bad enough was all these crazy females trying to kill me, I also had to keep track of which ones hated the other ones. It reminded me of dating sorority sisters, except this time out, I could never leave the sorority house and they almost never went to classes.Oh, and they are all related to Jason Voorhees (that’s the maniac from the Friday the 13th movies for those who had lived constructive lives) and we were adjacent to an Ace Hardware store. Plus I had a date with Libra and I was dedicated to 'tapping that ass’ at least once more before I died. And, there was more!Deena, the swimming, 'fingers in her pussy’ buddy dropped me a line telling me she was 'expecting’ me this afternoon. There was no way I could swing that, despite her request that could be only construed as an order. I simply didn’t have the time. I e-mailed her back, pleading for her to be in a bikini with several suggested sites for her to visit.Before my designated knife training, I had a fucked-up brainstorm about what to do with Rhada. I wrote a letter in Old Kingdom Hittite, sealed it in wax with the imprint of the symbol 'Lowest’ on it, representing me, though Rhada’s submissive side could easily misinterpret that. To get it to her, I went to the only one who could meet her face to face who I could trust.Katrina? Laughable. She could do it but she wouldn’t touch this disaster with a three meter pole made out of male vertebrae. The only other person who met all the criteria; Oneida. Yes, I was a fucktard, fuck-nut and a waste of human potential.“Oneida, I need a favor,” I asked the moment I hunted her down in Acquisitions.“Of course,” her eyes lit up, her lips moistened and breathe quickened. She wasn’t wanting a quick tussle in a side room. The chick wanted to be held closely while I whispered love poetry into her ear for her to hear alone. I was letting her down abysmally.“I need this message hand delivered to Rhada,” I pressed the missive into her hands.She didn’t know how to wrap her mind around that. Rhada? She knew we had fought, but what contact had we shared since then? She made the sane 'girl-logic’ assumption.“Cáel, are you in trouble,” she worried. Oh, I wish it was only trouble.“Not that you can help me with. If you can’t do this, I’ll find another way,” I sighed.Yes, I was playing her. Oneida would run over hot coals for me.“No, no; I’ll do it…why? Why Rhada?” Oneida pleaded.“I can’t say and you cannot look at the message. It is critical that she, and she alone sees this,” I impressed on her the importance of saving my life without saying 'please save my life’.By asking her to not look at the message, I increased the odds she’d look. I had no choice. If I didn’t say anything about it, she’d make an excuse to look and tell herself that I hadn’t forbidden her to look. Add to that, she was my racial superior. In her case, this meant she had to look out for my best interest. Oneida nodded and watched me leave.Training with Pamela was hands on this day. I had a wooden blade with a lead core to give me a better feel for the proper weight. Pamela had a meter long wooden rod. She had a miraculous ability to move her baton in a blur yet not hurt my fingers, hand, or wrist. It was very instructional. I was practicing stabbing and a bit of slashing.I left with a sense I’d added something useful to my repertoire. I wasn’t calling out Elsa anytime soon; heck, I wasn’t calling out Europa, Aya’s 13 year old sister either. As we were cleaning up, Pamela noticed my uncertainty.“What is it?” she asked.“Oh, it is that you’ve resisted the urge to cause me pain,” I mused. “Normally, I find Amazons to be very harsh.”“That is certainly a common training style here,” Pamela nodded. “I chose showing a student how to do things right as opposed to reminding the student what they did wrong.”“Good enough. Thanks for treating me like I matter,” I grinned.“What makes you think that?” Pamela and I started to leave the little dojo. Note, she didn’t say 'assume’.“Trust me, I’m a sperm donor with sex appeal to virtually every other screwy dame in this place,” I smirked.“I know the difference between what I see in their eyes and yours,” I winked.“Ash Man,” Pamela remarked. She zinged me, alright. “My granddaughters talk of you and not in a way I would expect Amazon women to talk about a male.”“That and an Egg McMuffin…” I shrugged.“Means you won’t die hungry,” Pamela shrugged along with me. “This is why I volunteered to teach you; you deserve every chance to go out unconquered.”“Do you think I have a chance; of that?” I questioned.“Not really. I didn’t think I would ever be talking to a man in my native language again either, so who knows,” she added.“Do you think I’m an Ash Man?” I wondered. Male; OKH; again?“I haven’t a clue what one is,” she rolled her shoulders. “I am neither my House Leader, nor its Keeper of Records.”“Oh…what are you then?” I asked. The response she gave didn’t make sense.“Cliff-walker? I don’t know…” I furrowed my brow.“I am past my useful life yet refuse to take myself to the cliffs,” Pamela told me. “I have unfinished business to attend to in this World.”“What is that; if that isn’t too rude?” I inquired.“A dead man spoke to me. He told me I would never find my way to the halls of my ancestors until I replaced a life for a life,” she related.“That’s; umm; odd,” I suggested.“Cáel, I severed his throat to the spine. Even had he somehow been alive, he could not have spoken. Then there is the matter of speaking the Amazon tongue,” Pamela continued.“Did he tell you anything else?” I played along.“No.”“How will you know what life you should save; to replace a life for a life?” I searched her out.“He had the most unforgettable emerald green eyes,” she filled me in. Just like my eyes.We had stepped into the elevator when she told me that. There were five other Amazons with us. I didn’t know any of them. I reached out and put my hand on Pamela’s stomach.“Whatever happens to me, and I don’t want you to die, or anything; I want you to know you’ve done what needed to be done,” I assured her.Pamela’s laugh was so loud, deep and resounding, I was stunned that it came from such a thin frame.“That, my friend, is what being an Amazon is all about,” Pamela slapped my back. What she said was wrong in so many ways and the Amazons around us knew it.I wasn’t an Amazon and equating me to one of them was insulting to their feminine martial ardor. Also, no Amazon had ever called me a friend and meant it in a non-sexual manner. Things were getting uncomfortable.“Matron,” one of the Amazons spoke up, “are you feeling well?”That was a polite way of saying 'have you lost your mind?’“Do you know why there are twenty 'First’ Houses?” Pamela addressed me and ignored the others.“Not really. It wasn’t in the Havenstone Handbook,” I tried to sound innocently curious.“The first Amazon to escape capture came back for the rest,” Pamela related. “She was free and if she was recaptured she would have certainly been raped again and most likely killed. She came back because no risk is too great for one’s family. Like the first of the Unconquered, you risk everything for the spiritual and physical safety of your sisters.”“He is not one of us!” a different Amazon insisted.“How bizarre that none of these crazy bitches can see it,” Pamela smiled.“Who are you again?” I gave Pamela a worried look.“A discarded heroine, Cáel,” Pamela answered. “I am an embarrassment, an anachronism and an arrogant warrior humbled.”Clearly this was part of Havenstone’s history I wasn’t supposed to be privileged to hear.“You don’t date much, do you?” I changed things up. Pamela snorted. “This whole scarred scholar-warrior with a tragic past works better with your moping, 19th century literature-reading college types. Cavemen like me prefer slinky clothing and feigned idiocy.”“I’ll keep that in mind,” Pamela snickered. By the bug-eyed expression of our fellow travelers, Pamela was indeed some kind of heroic figure. She held no position, but her status was undeniable. “How about this: I will forgo taking myself to the cliffs until you give me my first great-granddaughter.”“As long as we agree that I’m never going without a condom for the next five years,” I counter-offered. “By the way, which two am I going to be surreptitiously avoiding?”“Brielle and Daphne,” Pamela appeared amused with my expression.“Holy crap!” I exclaimed. “I really like those two. This is going to be tougher keeping you alive than I thought.”“How many more days?” Pamela teased.“67,” I groaned as we stepped out onto the Executive Services floor. Technically, I had an hour left of my work-day.“Look on the bright side, our first great-grandchild could be a Son,” Pamela joked.Pamela clearly enjoyed 'freaking out’ the Normals; the normal Amazon population that is.“That would truly suck,” I remarked. “You ladies have zero experience with male names and no boy of mine is going to be named Shirley. Picking the baby boy names is going to be all on me.”“How about Augustus?” Pamela suggested. I looked stunned.Buffy, having heard my voice, hopped up from her station and came blazing my way. I hadn’t done a damn thing wrong yet she was angry with me. She didn’t know Pamela and I hoped to hell I wasn’t hitting on…okay, Pamela was a bit odd-looking. I’d still do her.“Cáel,” Buffy snapped. “What is going on? Don’t you have a job to do; with me?”“Buffy, this is Pamela. She’s my knife instructor,” I said. “Pamela, this is Buffy DuBois, my (dead word spoken).” Literally in Old Kingdom Hittite that meant 'mountaintop’. Pamela clearly got the implication. Buffy’s fury about me slipping into OKH was mitigated by Pamela’s appraising look.“Okay,” Buffy grumbled. “What was that?”“Pinnacle, peak, highest point, mountaintop,” Pamela answered for me. “I would wager it is a term of endearment and praise, but feel free to be offended despite him using the word for my benefit as opposed to yours. He might have incorrectly thought you knew how much he cared for you.”Verbal beat down!“Who are you, anyway?” Buffy struggled to be polite.“Pamela Pile,” my instructor stated. “I am not employed by Havenstone anymore.”“That’s not…possible…” Buffy questioned.“She is Brielle’s and Daphne’s Grandmother, Buffy,” I explained.“That’s nice,” Buffy was less than impressed.“Cáel, take care. Buffy, I know nothing of men, but I know camaraderie and I know you can throw that away as quickly as you earned it,” Pamela gave an even stare.“By the way, Pamela, you clearly have never been a kid on a playground,” I joked. Buffy was irritated while Pamela was amused. “With a name like Augustus, he’s either going to toughen up really fast, or get flattened. Trust me. My name was Cáel aka Cabbage Head all through elementary school.”“What did they call you in…middle school? It is middle school, correct?” Pamela inquired.“Yes; middle school. By 6th grade, I was firmly a 'nobody’,” I enlightened her. “Hell, my teachers could barely recall who I was. I stayed that way until I graduated high school.”“I had asthma as a child,” Pamela related. “I barely made it through my 12th year.”“What did you do when you…is the term 'casted’, or 'choosing a caste?” I posed.“It varies. Sometimes we choose and sometimes the caste chooses us,” Pamela answered. “I ended up here, in what is now known as Executive Services.”“Great,” I grinned. “I bet you were enticed by our intensive training in marshmallow juggling. Am I right?”“Not really,” Pamela grew serious. “I came here so I could build obstacle courses for kittens. It is an unappreciated melding of animal conditioning and engineering.” I was really liking Pamela. She was like a kindred spirit in this madhouse.“Speaking of 'animal conditioning’, Cáel, we need to get to work,” Buffy huffed and off I went.We finished up, had our after-work meeting and began to head-out for the day.“Daphne, I met your grandmother; nice lady,” I told my 'new hire’ buddy.“Really, what was she doing here?” Daphne smiled affectionately. I need to wear a dead rat around my neck; the deader the better.“She is teaching me how to knife fight,” I told her. Her not knowing that was odd.“Oh…I didn’t know she did that,” Daphne frowned.“She worked in Executive Services,” I said. That appeared news to Daphne as well. “I thought that was why you joined.”“Katrina,” Daphne looked to our boss, “was my grandmother in the (dead word spoken) service?” That word roughly meant 'darkness of night’ in OKH, but like so many things in a 'dead’ language, interpretation could be sketchy.“She was before my time,” Katrina nodded. “I do recall her legacy though.”“What did she do? Normally I wouldn’t care, except Pamela is a laugh riot,” I smirked.“She was the most lethal Amazon assassin of the 20th century,” Katrina stated deadpan.“Grans?” Daphne gasped. “She’s always been so odd; I mean nice.”“What happened to her?” I muttered.“I don’t know,” Katrina mused. “She came back from her last mission then took herself to the cliffs. A few weeks later she returned with no explanation for that either.”“Well crap,” I groaned. “She’s never going to forgive me for that 'wet willy’ (getting a fingertip slick with your saliva then sticking it in an opponent’s ear). I’m a goner.”Daphne play-punched me. We all heard the subsonic rumbling from the door. According to Buffy, she was the only one allowed to cause me physical discomfort and resented Daphne horning in on 'her turf’. Buffy had a new weapon in her arsenal this afternoon.“Your (dead word spoken) wants you to come here,” Buffy snapped.Even Katrina looked at her in some confusion.“I was told that was a good thing,” Buffy sizzled.“It most likely interpreted as 'most prized’, or 'most esteemed’,” Tigger translated. “Precisely it means 'mountaintop’.” Buffy stuck out her chin proudly.“Cáel, I believe I made my desire clear,” she commanded.“No can do McGiggles Sissy-pants,” I grimaced, “I have a date tonight that precludes me from me being overly bruised; again.” I was heading for the door, leading the 'new hires’ out of Katrina’s office.“I know you like laugh at death, Cáel,” Dora snickered, “but I’m not sure the rictus of death counts.”“I’ve got that covered, Dora,” I actually brushed up against Buffy. “I’m having a laugh track installed in my urn.”“Who says they’ll ever find your body?” Buffy moved rapidly at my side.“Whoa…cannibalism. Where I come from, normally the guy eats the girl,” I joked. “With you, Buffy, I’m never quite certain of our gender roles. I’m still terrified of letting you snuggle up from behind.”“I hate you,” Buffy growled. She wasn’t upset. Her eyes were dancing with laughter.“What are you going to do when he is relocated?” Fabiola murdered the mood.“Blame you,” Buffy glared at Fabiola.“I’m so scared,” Fabiola mocked Buffy.“Fabiola, don’t be like that,” I moped. “You have such full, plump lips that clearly know how to take hold of a problem and work it through. Your thighs are the product of diligent effort on your part and I’m sure that when you grapple with an opponent, no one can break that fearful hold.”“I’m sure anything your hands touch, you don’t release until you’ve milked every ounce of life out of your target. You are truly a complete woman,” I concluded. The elevator doors opened and we flooded out. Oneida was waiting for me. Buffy began laughing so hard she couldn’t keep up.“What is it?” Oneida looked to Buffy.“That is the most obtuse description of fellatio, fucking and a hand job I’ve ever heard,” Buffy wheezed. “Fabiola, he called you a whore and you can never prove it.” Okay, I didn’t call her a whore; money was never mentioned. Oneida looked distressed.“Oneida, Fabiola insinuated that Cáel would be relocated soon,” Daphne came to the rescue. I still had something to take care of.“I knew I forgot something,” I realized. “Buffy, can you hold my jacket?” I handed it to her. She examined it then dropped it to the ground. I shrugged then kept stripping.“Cáel?” Oneida worried.“I don’t have my biking clothes on,” I pointed out. “We can’t go biking unless I’m dressed in my biking clothes.” Was Oneida still upset about me stripping in public? No. She was about to spend time with me because she mistakenly perceived me to be a good guy.My bike trip with Oneida to a neutral halfway point proved that while Oneida was in good shape, she wasn’t a cyclist. Cycling emphasized an unusual muscle sequence, so if you don’t cycle much, it shows. I stuck close to her. Not only did it endear me to Oneida, it kept our two shadows at a safe distance so they didn’t impinge on their princess’s joyful mood.I sent Oneida on her way, got home and immediately started making adjustments to my night’s plans. First I had to deal with Libra. I got into an argument with her. I insisted she should wear only jeans, a t-shirt with no bra, and comfortable shoes. Libra was furious. She wanted to go clubbing and look hot; preferably enticing some guys to make me jealous.She certainly wasn’t going to come giftwrapped for an easy screw. She wasn’t that kind of girl. She didn’t like that I was that kind of guy. I insisted that I was the kind of guy who was fascinated with her. I was also happy that Brooke had gotten us back together; you know Brooke, the girl I had fucked to help her get over Felix then refused to sleep with so I could be with Libra.I was blistered and lambasted. I also got my way. I also got to see Libra embrace the ogling her attire earned her in my working class neighborhood as we walked around and talked.“Everyone is staring at my breasts,” Libra whispered to me after a bit. She wanted to make me think she was unhappy while her nipples were excited and she was relishing the turning heads. Brooke was better looking, in my opinion, but Libra was definitely a girl who shouldn’t walk around without a bra. Her breast are really shapely, large and firm, possibly her best attribute.We were hanging around an authentic Italian pizza joint, Libra against the wall, face to face with me. Without warning, I slipped my hand down, popped her jeans button open and unzipped her pants.“Cáel!” she hissed. Yum, Libra had gone panty-less as well. “Cáel,” she repeated.Libra tried to stop my fingers from exploring. She was hampered by her desire to not make a scene while I was insistent. Nice sexy jeans are not only nice and sexy, they hug the hips. This meant I could peel the front of her pants open and work two fingers past her pubic hair to her puffy lips.“Stop,” she whimpered. I didn’t. I slipped a finger between her labia and she was moist and steamy. I wiggled a finger inside with no effort.“No one will see us,” I murmured into Libra’s ear. I wiggled my finger in deeper.“You are horrible,” she moaned quietly. Her hands started out on my shoulders.A few seconds later, she migrated her arms down. I wasn’t positive where she was going with that until she hooked her thumbs into her pants and slid them farther down.“Get it over with,” she mumbled. She followed that up with tender kisses to my neck. Her moving her pants down allowed me to move a second finger in.All of that was a prelude. With my two slick fingers, I searched up for her clitoris. She (a clit is definitely a 'she’) was hungering for my contact and offered up her tenderness to my attention. Libra’s hand began clawing my abdomen through my shirt. Her nasal breathing was becoming ragged, so I eased off on the tempo my stimulation. I wasn’t going to bring Libra to an embarrassing public display of sexual release.It took her a few seconds to figure out I wasn’t teasing her, but shielding her from an uncontrolled release.“You are mean,” her eyes blazed with lust as I sucked my fingers clean of her vaginal secretions.“Kiss me, or I swear to God I’m going to take you on one of these tables,” I referred to the small tables the pizza parlor had for diners. Now Libra looked sultry and in charge. She rubbed her hips against my erection, appeared to contemplate her options and deigned to give me a kiss. It was barely a French kiss. Just enough to remind me I had taken advantage of her person and was being punished with pleasure.The box with the pizza slices barely made the toss to the sofa as Libra and I grappled with one another, yanking off our clothes and staggered to my bedroom.“You are going to fuck me so good for all the hell you’ve put me through,” Libra erotically demanded. Ma'am, yes Ma'am. Prepared to do my duty, Ma'am.I decided to do something new for Libra. Trust me, you develop a sense for what sexual deviancies your sex partner has broached. This helps you figure out what they’d like to explore. That leads you to worrying about your partner’s sexual history, but is a story for another time.“Hey!” Libra squawked as I handcuffed her left wrist. I wasn’t done. With her right wrist beside her left, I looped the chain around a bar in the headboard and snared her other limb.“Motherfu…” she got out before I smothered her with a lip-lock. She put her teeth on my tongue then decided not to chew it off. I broke off the kiss.“Now you are going to do whatever I want you to,” I gloated. “Scream, the cops come and you end up splashed all over the society page.” Most likely a lie.“I’ll never,” she snarled as I rammed my dick in to the hilt. “Ah…you bastard,” she grunted. Now I picked up my pace. Except having her hands bound, Libra was clearly getting into it. Right before climax, I eased off. Libra whined piteously.“Not yet,” I murmured. When I repositioned her in doggy-style, my cock got back to work.This time, I alternated seriously deep cock-thrusts (not pounding) with spanking. Libra went wild; one of her most intense orgasms yet. Libra should have realized two things: my neighbors knew by now and the screams my bedmates generated, and Libra herself was truly an Angelic choir of erotic gratitude.“That; that; that was intense,” Libra gasped. She was all sweat and electric; tired yet begging for more.“It gets better,” I promised her as I freed her up. Given two minutes to rebound, I rolled over onto my back at her side. The cuffs were handed over and I placed my hands over my head. Libra’s countenance was an explosion of thermal desire and numerous unanticipated opportunities. She straddled me, strung me up then…left. Huh?Libra didn’t go far. She noticed my 'goodie’ box which I had left nonchalantly available when we first tumbled in. What she pulled out didn’t make me jump for joy; an ostrich feather, lube and a body wand (imagine a small mace, except the head is actually a vibrating ball).“So, you’ve done this before?” I questioned.“There is a ball-gag in there. Shut-up, behave, or I’ll put it on you,” Libra gave me a saucy threat. I nodded. Libra settled in beside me, worked the wand controls then rolled it along my stomach. “To answer your question; no, I’ve never used anything like this before, but I’ve wanted to. Now I have a delectable, helpless male with tons of stamina laid out before me.”“This is going to be so much fun,” she squealed with delight. “Maybe I should call Brooke?” She wasn’t soliciting my opinion, just thinking aloud. She called Brooke who begged Libra for the chance to come over and help out. Libra promised Brooke could 'next time’. After that came the feather tickles, lubing up my cock, a hand job and finally using the wand on my cockhead until she shattered my resolve and I ejaculated.Libra licked all my creamy cum up, keeping eye contact through most of the process. For thirty seconds she left me with the sneaking suspicion she was going for round two. She freed me, gave me a good series of kisses then dropped down to bring my penis back to attention. That accomplish, Libra rolled my condom on, mounted me and slowly squirmed down my rod while mesmerizing me with her eyes.“Oh,” she purred, “you are so, so bad.” I sat up so that I was eye-level with her chin. Libra laid her forearms languidly over my shoulders, while mine deftly cupped each buttocks.“Does this mean you are breaking up with me?” I gave her my best puppy dog eyes. Libra made that squichy-angry play face. I was teasing and she knew I was teasing.“Do I have to hand-cuff you again?” Libra snickered. I slipped my right hand farther back and down. Using the liberal amount of lube Libra had lavished on my penis, I slicked up my forefinger and picked her sphincter. Libra gave a quick intake of breath.“For the sake of your backside, that might be wise,” I teased right back. Libra pouted.“Are going to ream my poor, abused Henie?” she moped deceptively. Rule One plus the addendum; make the girl happy. If you make the girl happy, she’ll figure out what makes you happy and do it for you. I lifted Libra up until my cock flopped out of her. It didn’t take her two seconds. Her hand found my cock, pointed it up and steered it into her butthole with zero need for encouragement.“I can’t believe you are making me do this,” she groaned as her sphincter parted and my glans slipped in. I wasn’t rushing things. I certainly wasn’t coercing Lira in anyway either. She certainly relished my upper body strength that allowed me to match her pace in penetrating her. Once Libra was fully impaled, I rocked us over so that she lay on her back with her knees touching her breasts.A casual, relaxed screw followed. Yes, I could have pounded Libra and she would have loved it, except she was here for more than a series of orgasms. She wanted some kind of confirmation there was an 'us’. She hadn’t wanted a relationship when we first met, or even after our first fuck. I was a hook-up; nothing more.The post-Felix episode with Brooke had changed that. I was far from acceptable, but more than a random fuck. Our status had become an enigma to her thus my approach with the soft anal fuck. I could certainly be a late night booty call, salvaging a bad night and making it good. This was a 'take him out for a weekend as a friend’ change of events.I was still not in the clubhouse. Thirty minutes in bedroom while 'changing to go down to the pool with her other friends’ they’d all know why she’d brought me along. Had Libra forgotten I was a Pound Puppy of the worst sort? Yes, but I felt no desire to remind her. We’d revisit the issue during that first weekend; guaranteed.Libra kept up a quiet bit of banter for a few minutes. Her words were meaningless. Her tonal quality was what I was paying attention to. I kept up a conversation which I would never recall. It is an art form; coherent babbling. My partner’s words faded away into groans and grunts.“Ready?” I rumbled my hunger for her wantonness. Libra nodded once, hesitated then nodded several times vigorously with a lewd curl to her lips.I hammered Libra with powerful thrusts. She was pushed up and over until her weight was on her shoulders and I as looking down into her impassioned face as I drove home. Her fingernails were drawing blood tracks over my flesh. I’ve heard of a 'backdraft’ before; never in a sexual context though.Libra’s whole body seemed to coils up internally. There was this moment of complete quiet and then Libra exploded in song. God, I thought her rectal muscles would twist my cock off, she was so energetic. Her vocal symphony went on, and on, and on. I was afraid I’d broken the girl. It got so bad, Timothy snuck a look in, gave me a 'what the fuck?’ expression then left.Oh yeah; somewhere toward the end of the process, I came. I was that entranced with the entire experience. Libra fell lifeless beneath me, trembling and emitting soundless mutterings. She was unconscious. This wasn’t my first time having this effect, but it doesn’t happen so often I can’t totally recall each incident.I pulled out of Libra, disposed of my 'business’ then placed my body beside hers, stroking her right cheek and ear, brushing her hair off her face.“You are pretty,” Libra gave me a sleepy smile. I’d stun-fucked her alright.“You’ve devastated me,” I c

We Are Vineyard
Matthew Bates: The Gospel Precisely: Surprisingly Good News About Jesus Christ the King

We Are Vineyard

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 30, 2022 79:54


In this episode of We Are Vineyard, Jay chats with Matthew Bates about growing up in a forestry family, the quiet faith of his mother, and the people who invested in his early life. Matthew talks about transitioning from a physics degree to theology, how he found himself studying greek simply out of personal interest, and the writers and theologians who shaped his questions and perspective on Jesus and scripture. He gives a summation of the key themes in his writing and shares the components of his books about which he receives positive feedback, and those which receive the most pushback. Finally, Matthew describes some ways a congregation might benefit from reversing the gospel presentation, and why this choice is more than just semantics. Matthew W. Bates (Ph.D., Notre Dame) is Professor of Theology at Quincy University in Quincy, Illinois. Bates is a Protestant who enjoys the challenge of teaching in a Catholic context. His books include Gospel Allegiance (Brazos, 2019) the award-winning Salvation by Allegiance Alone (Baker Academic, 2017), The Birth of the Trinity (Oxford University Press, 2015), and The Hermeneutics of the Apostolic Proclamation (Baylor University Press, 2012). He also co-founded and co-hosts the popular OnScript podcast. After completing a B.S. in physics from Whitworth University (1999), Bates began a career in electrical engineering. His life took a swerve when he enrolled in a biblical studies program at Regent College in Vancouver, B.C. (M.C.S., 2004, The Biblical Studies Prize). In 2005 Bates began PhD studies in theology at the University of Notre Dame, specializing in Christianity and Judaism in Antiquity (CJA). Upon graduation (2010) he was named the winner of the Shaheen Award in the humanities, the top graduation prize at Notre Dame, competitive across all disciplines. In 2011 Bates accepted his current academic post. Bates enjoys hiking, baseball, and chasing around his seven children. Show Notes: The Gospel Precisely by Matthew Bates Vineyard USA's suggested reading for November The Structure of Scientific Revolutions by Thomas S. Kuhn How To Read The Bible For All Its Worth by Gordon Fee and Douglas Stuart The Emergence Of Sin by Matthew Croasmun The Challenge Of Jesus by N.T. Wright The New Testament And The People Of God by N.T. Wright Why The Gospel?: Living the Good News of King Jesus with Purpose by Matthew Bates Coming in May! Socials: Vineyardusa.org @vineyardusa Matthew's Twitter: @MatthewWBates

Steamy Stories
Life As A New Hire: part 14

Steamy Stories

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 30, 2022


Insults, Felix and Ash Men.By FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the podcast at Steamy Stories.Caring is a curse you dare not go without.(Somewhere in the midst of this nightmare, Cáel needs to earn a paycheck)Felix had the physical confrontation he wanted. Somewhere in the back of my mind was that I had to do something inane yet again; like consumer test Ginsu Spatulas, or the equivalent. Felix noted the open hostility directed his way, but had neither the knowledge, nor the empathy to give a fuck. The elevator closed on his smug face. Work time.“That didn’t take you long at all,” St. Marie chortled from behind me. I jolted.“If I wasn’t doing this, I’d be hand-feeding polar bears, so cut me some slack,” I groaned.“I was under the impression that your pugnacity was more of a defense mechanism, not male bravado,” St. Marie probed.“I am as much surprised as you are about this. I don’t even like the girl involved. I’ve never fought over a woman before, but Felix used that woman to get at me; ineffectively,” I mused. “My emotions don’t…you don’t want to be hearing any of this, do you?”“No,” St. Marie said. I stared at her. She stared at me. “Yes?”“Have you ever done any bikini wrestling?” I blurted out. She blinked. “Gotta go. Work to do,” and I fled. In the elevator I recognized one of the ladies from International Finance though I didn’t know her name.“What happened to your face?” she asked.“Do you know who the Golden Mare is?” I replied. She nodded very respectfully. “Well, she hit me.” The woman studied me. “I guess I shouldn’t have hit her first.”“You hit (dead word spoken) St. Marie?” She gulped. “I’m stunned you are still alive.”“You and me both,” I sighed. “I’m starting to regret suggesting she take up bikini wrestling.”Blink.“Tell me about it. I was looking into her eyes and that was the first thing to come to mind,” I shrugged.“I repeat, I’m stunned you are still alive,” she shook her head.“What do you mean? I think she’d look good in a bikini,” I stated. The door opened to Medical. “Have a good day at work now,” I smiled. “I’m off to crush marbles with a sledgehammer.” My real job was to be a genetic guinea pig. I had to sit naked on a gurney and let them take blood and tissues samples.The sperm sample was fun. First I insisted that I’d been in a fight earlier in the morning and my elbows weren’t up to the job. After confirming this, they had some poor ‘new hire’ jack me off. I held out as long as I could, to the point she gave me a blowjob; her first. Sadly, when senior medical technician informed her of the extinction of her oral virginity, they were both less than pleased yours truly.I reminded them that I didn’t shoot off into her mouth, or anything so crude. Next I informed them of a little known fact that my first ejaculate of the day (no mention of Brooke by me) was sterile and we had to repeat the process. No such luck. Damn microscopes. To prove I was a lousy patient, I feigned a collapse and a lack of breathing.I didn’t grapple with my CPR specialist. I very slowly and tenderly wrapped her up in my embrace. I told her that at the moment of utter darkness, her heartbeat brought me back to the light. I was a the point of penetration when a real doctor showed up and pulled the struggling Physician’s Assistant away; she hadn’t finished saving me, the young Amazon protested.At this point the team threatened to give me a sedative. I responded with 'is it chemical, or a blow to the head’. They smiled and said they’d give me both if I misbehaved again. My counter-offer was a request for some Neapolitan ice cream. They conceded the issue, I got my ice cream and stopped being a jack-ass.At 11:30 am, the first battery of tests concluded. As we were wrapping up, I asked why I had to be naked for the entire thing. They stared at me. Strangely, the Amazon who had prepped me for this nonsense had made herself scarce. Damn it. The doctors then gleefully informed me that I had to be naked for the second half of the test, after lunch.I asked why. They smiled. Bitches. As I was fixing my tie, my phone rang.“Hello, Android Cáel Nyilas here,” I answered. There was some giggling; Brooke.“Hey, Android Cáel, this is flesh and blood Brooke Lee,” she snickered. Man, I had turned her around emotionally in only a few hours. Screw Felix.“Have you eaten lunch yet?” she asked. I bit back my automatic response; asking if she was on the menu. We’d talked about Libra as I was leaving this morning.“You, me and Libra?” I suggested. Brooke put her hand over the phone; the dearth of background noise was the giveaway.“She may not want to see you,” Brooke hedged. That meant Libra was listening in.“We talked about this earlier, Brooke,” I sighed. “I want a chance to at least talk with her.” Not totally false. I wanted to fuck her again. That necessitated some amount of conversation so I was willing to put forth the ergs of energy.“I’ll make the effort,” Brooke promised. Making Libra a deal-breaker might have been sugar-coated chocolate for Libra. It would have also made them both suspicious of my suspicions.“Please do your best,” I said. “Where do you want meet?”“My place?” she teased.“Libra plus I would only have forty-five minutes with you, which is not nearly enough time,” I reminded her. Sex.“Libra doesn’t have to know,” Brooke was now pressing Libra’s buttons.“We are not going to go there,” I insisted. They didn’t own me and I didn’t own them.We were bantering back and forth, playing with sexual innuendo of the relationship kind. A good aphrodisiac is a woman thinking you are foregoing sex with another woman to have sex with her. Best of all (for me) for hooking Libra and me back together, Libra was going to let Brooke fuck me yet again. Win-win-win.“We’ll meet at Stanhope’s,” Brooke finished. I agreed to meet her there in ten minutes and off I went. Aisha, the Arabic swimsuit model/SD hottie called for me as I was heading out the door. I asked why. She didn’t say so I ran for it. Screw them all; it was my lunch break. I made it to Stanhope’s. I was fleet of foot and was getting the hang of hailing taxis.Libra was with Brooke at an outdoor table at Stanhope’s. I didn’t fake surprise. My cover was that I had faith in Brooke. I kissed Brooke while Libra gave me the cold shoulder.“Libra doesn’t believe we’ve talked about her,” Brooke opened up.“You are the one who keeps shouting out her name during orgasm,” I sighed.“That’s not a joking matter,” Libra snapped viciously.“It made you talk to me,” I winked. Libra growled.“I hate you,” she seethed.“That is a perfectly normal, if heart-rending reaction to our past two encounters,” I admitted.“I hope it hurt,” Libra seethed. “Besides, I went out with Brian Fung last night.” She was stating the obvious. I was okay with that. It left her open to my lie.“Have you moved on?” I moped. Libra not seeing me anymore made me want to cry. Missing her was utter anguish; it was written all over my face. Non-verbal deception is as important as the verbal kind.I was not beating a dead horse, I was coaxing a thoroughbred to the Triple Crown. Give the girl what she wants; verbally, sexually and, if you can pull it off convincingly, emotionally.“I don’t know,” Libra stated which meant 'no, she hadn’t moved on’.“Let’s go out tomorrow night,” I suggested. Be bold enough to make the first move, but not so aggressive she feels pressured.Being a man isn’t beating your chest; it is stepping up to get your ego battered by the girl. If it wasn’t for my first, failed romantic attempt, I wouldn’t be where I am today. It hurt like Hell when she publically rejected me. These days, my bed was always warm so the pain was well worth it.“Why not tonight?” Libra got combative.“Felix and I had a disagreement at work,” I grinned. “We are settling the issue tonight at six.”“What happened?” Brooke leaned in close to me, hungry for details. I was a bastard.“He loudly presented me with these,” I slipped Brooke her panties under the table.“In the middle of my office and co-workers. Even my Boss heard it,” I added. Brooke’s deeply tanned complexion paled. Libra didn’t see the panties, but she knew the score.“What did you do?” Libra pressed.“I told him Brooke was a grown woman and could make her own decisions about who she was with,” I started.“Brooke is a wonderful lady and she should be courted based on that. Felix had this bizarre idea that I felt possessive about her and thought he was using Brooke to hurt me over a slight at work,” I wove forth the basic truths. “I’m not going to fight Brooke’s battles,” I affirmed which meant that 'yes, I was going to fight Brooke’s battles’.If you are a guy and you assume that the woman is actually hearing the words coming out of your mouth, you are deluded. The reverse is also the same.“If a man has a problem with me, he comes after me, not my friends,” I grew stern. This meant Felix was not a man. It also meant that I considered Brooke, thus Libra, my friends.They were okay with that. This didn’t mean they thought of me as a friend. It was similar to the family butler. I had to memorize every detail of their lives. If they remembered my birthday, I should feel blessed; symbolically speaking of course. I’d make an abysmal butler.“Did he hit you?” Libra leaned across the table and stroked my cheek right below the place St. Marie had clocked me.“That? Nah. An Archer fish tried to shoot my eye out so now he’s fish sticks,” I replied.“With all your wounds,” Libra hesitated, “Are you in the military?”“Libra, I’m a disaster as a civilian,” I chuckled. “I’d make an impossible soldier. Half way through basic training I’d start showing up in a kilt; 'cause it makes me feel free and breezy down there’.”“When they tried to make me change, I’d charge them with cultural insensitivity,” I smiled.“What would you do if they let you get away with it?” Brooke snickered.“Take up horse archery…because you never know when you’ll be without fuel and bullets on the modern battlefield,” I postulated. “If they let me get away with that, I’d stay, but I’d join the airborne.”“I like parachuting,” Brooke nodded. “Have you ever done it?” She bet I hadn’t and she was right.“Never before in this lifetime. I really want to see if I could get my horsed trained to do it first,” I chortled. “Lord knows, nobody else has. The first Airmobile Horse Archery unit. That would be pretty cool.”“The horse would break her legs,” Libra frowned.“Use an air mattress platform for the horse to stand on, sort of like those air bags stuntmen use, but smaller,” I reasoned. I wasn’t sure if Brooke and Libra were more stunned about the plausibility of my suggestion, or that I had created it off the cuff.We ordered lunch and drinks. Service was very efficient so I had only pushed my salad aside to have my grilled shrimp replaced it when a shadow fell across our table. It was a stormy Aisha.“Cáel Nyilas, you are coming with me,” she spoke with deceptive calm.“No,” I replied then ate a shrimp. She put her hand on my shoulder. I brandished my fork.“Listen up,” I grumbled. I tapped my wristwatch with my fork, “I’ve got 35 more minutes on my lunch break. I’m eating with friends…okay, almost friends…”“I’m Cáel’s friend,” Brooke rallied. Aisha bore down on my collarbone, so I stabbed at her hand with the fork. She moved it out of the way first.“Come now,” she growled.“Very well,” I sighed. “Since you certainly have never heard this from a man before meeting me, I’ll clarify. NO, I’m not coming with you. Go away you annoying twit. If that was unclear, let me add; no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no and no.”Aisha looked over her shoulder. There were two more SD chicklets. Woot!“Last chance to keep this simple,” Aisha threatened.“Brooke and Libra, you need to stand up and back away,” I instructed them as I stood up as well, “I’m going to need your chairs as weapons.” The girls grabbed their food and backed up.“Don’t make a scene,” Aisha whispered.“Ex-squeeze me? I’m eating lunch. In thirty-five minutes I’ll be back at work. You are the one being a total bitch for annoying the fuck out of me here,” I glared. “All you had to do was tell me why you wanted me back at Havenstone, but you didn’t feel the need, so now we have this stand-off.”“It is not a stand-off and I don’t explain myself to you,” Aisha glared back. She even showed me she had a gun. I laughed, pulled out my phone.“What are you doing?” Aisha made a swipe for the phone.“Making me late for work,” I chuckled. “I’m dialing 9 1 1.”“Do that and you will be in a world of trouble,” she threatened.“You haven’t thought this out, have you, Aisha?” I snickered. “If it was important to my job, Katrina, or Medical would have called me. If it was a calamity, Hayden perhaps. Barring that, I can’t wait to hear your excuse for starting a public brawl.”“I told you to come with me and you had best obey,” Aisha hissed. That was the tipping point. Recycling old, failed arguments is the sign that your opponent has lost.“Yeah…right,” I shrugged. I sat back down and began eating. A second later, Brooke and Libra joined me. Aisha retreated to the curb and waited…and got ticketed because it was a No Parking Zone.“Who was that woman? I’ve seen her before,” Brooke commented.“She’s that woman from the first night we met,” Libra answered.“She’s not my boss so I don’t care,” I tried to recapture our earlier mood. It was only partially successful. The three SD ladies kept their eyes on us until dinner was cleared away and it was time to go back.I kissed both Brooke and Libra goodbye with a promise of a date the next night. When I tried to walk past Aisha, she grabbed my arm. From my point of view, a ride to work was a ride to work and this one was free. I travelled in silence. Miraculously, they didn’t answer my request to go to Medical, though we were at least going up…and up…and up. Crap.They deposited me in Hayden’s office then departed. It was Hayden, Katrina, St. Marie, Elsa, and Tessa. The door shut ominously behind me.“Cáel, I like you,” Hayden began. “Unless you are working on an assigned task, you are not allowed to defy a woman of Havenstone who gives you a clear concise order, especially one from the Security Detail.” It didn’t take me a second to formulate my treatise on the Rights of Man.“No.” That didn’t go over well. Into the emptiness, I forged ahead. “You can’t expect for me to be given conflicting orders and expect me to succeed. You people have a chain of command for a reason. I follow that chain like every other member of Havenstone.”“You are not a member of Havenstone,” Hayden pointed out. That I had to think about.I scanned each impassive face in the room. I wanted to cry; not out of fear; out of frustration because I really had tried so hard to make this work.“You are all a bunch of cowards and I regret ever wanting to be part of this place,” I spat.“Your opinion of us does not matter,” Hayden started.“Cowardly act number one,” I interrupted. Hayden’s gaze hardened.“It is your time. You publically defied a Havenstone employee on a mission concerning you,” she continued.“Cowardly acts number two and three,” I growled. Now St. Marie and Elsa closed in.I turned to face them. I wanted to go down swinging, no matter how futile the gesture.“Cowardly act number four; suddenly, when you desire, my insolence matters,” I set myself for what was to come.“Don’t fight,” Tessa commanded softly. Katrina kept her own counsel.“That’s your fucking problem, right there,” I shouted. “This isn’t the Sunshine Scouts. This is a martial society. I fight, because that is what every bitch here is broadcasting. I didn’t hit Rhada when she hit me. I called for help, like any sane individual. When no help was forthcoming, I called for someone to get the police. Again, you did nothing.”“Fuck you all. Rhada attacked me, so I put her down. Madi attacked me, so I put her down too; and it all your damn fault and not one of you has the courage to face that fact,” I shouted. “You attack me for fighting back at the same time you tell me to fit in. Now which is it? Am I to fit in to a martial culture, or am I not? Make up your damn minds!”“You do not get to talk to us like that,” St. Marie murmured.“Somebody better talk to us like this,” Katrina finally spoke. “Face facts: Cáel is here because he resists. He resists because that is the lesson we are teaching him, Sisters.”“What do you mean?” Elsa regarded Katrina.“When Cáel is challenged physically and resists successfully, or even unsuccessfully, he grows in the estimation of our Sisters. No one admits it, but it is the truth. The harder he fights, the more he is valued. It is a very simple principle. He has never believed he is a member of the Host, a Runner, or even a recruit. He does not strive to be an Amazon of any kind,” Katrina lectured.“Then we expect him to do ridiculous things like walk off with an Amazon he barely knows who doesn’t even explain where he is going, or what he is supposed to do,” Katrina shook her head. “Somehow we forecast his desire to be treated with a modicum of respect to be a threat? Respecting him does not make him an Amazon; it makes him a warrior in our cause.”“The Council has not decided on that portion of the New Directive yet,” St. Marie stated.“Warrior-Fathers,” Katrina declared firmly. “My niece, Aya; you all know of her; she went to camp this week and SHE formed her own war band with her fellow students. Fuck you all very much; It works!”“Katrina,” Hayden cautioned.“Hayden, I am tired of this half-measure bullshit. There is no being half-alive. We live, or we die. We made a mistake then we made another one. Let’s not make it three.” I raised my hand.“Yes?” Hayden finally acknowledged me.“Can I go back to work now? Sitting here is like commenting on the rain. I have a lot to say, but it won’t affect the rain one iota,” I reasoned.“You are not going to run?” Tessa asked. I knew she was joking.“Well, I can’t get past the front door. I can’t escape out the garage and I left my diamond-tipped glasscutter and 150 meters of rope in my other jacket,” I informed her.“I guess I’ll have to use the 15 kg of C-4 I have stuck in my shorts. I know it makes me look like I took a colossal dump in my underwear, but trust me, it is only a weapon,” I grinned. I tried to get around Elsa. She brushed her hand over my chest.“You are special,” she purred.“You scare me,” I mumbled.“I know,” she grinned happily.“Bye Pony-Lady,” I waved to St. Marie.“Cael,” Hayden called out. I halted, but didn’t turn around. “You will stop referring to the Marshal of the Amazon Host as 'Pony-Lady’, is that clear?”“Yes Hayden. Good-bye St. Marie,” I said as I departed.“Are you sure he is not mentally defective?” St. Marie questioned.“He is,” Elsa replied. “He laughs at Death.” See, what did I tell you? Now you can run out and pick up an infatuated female psychopath of your very own.(Later in the day)Knife-fighting class was taught by this painfully thin yet tall Amazon with mostly grey-white hair. There was nothing wrong with her reflexes, or sight. She regarded me, her only student, with passionless eyes. She had me sit down cross-legged, she did the same opposite me, and we spent an hour talking about the philosophy of knife-fighting.Knives were hardly ever the first weapon of choice. That was part of the lesson; knowing when to choose a knife to fight with. We talked about all kinds of blades, focusing on the short, hilt-less blades every Amazon carried. I had to get one special-made. It was the size of my palms. If the blade was too small, it would cut up my hand when I used it.Except for a few hand motions, it was verbal instruction. Knife from an advantage, knife from the front, and knife at a disadvantage. Each had its own set of rules to follow. It was cool. Me having a penis didn’t bother her in the least. At the end of the lesson, I asked if I could call her Zen Master. She said 'no’, her name was Pamela.I then asked if I could call her Zen Mistress Pamela. Smiling, she said 'no’ again. My last attempt was 'Blossoming Petals of Death Pamela’ at which point she laughed and told me to give it a rest. I found myself with a free hour so I raced down to the pool and took in a few laps. It was a crime against nature that all the Amazons were one-piece bathing suits.Here I was in my Speedo and no one to play with. That wasn’t really true. After my first lap, two Amazon lasses tried to engage me in a race without actually talking to me. As they were turning back they realized I was keeping to my same strong, casual strokes in my own little World.That annoyed them so the next time around, one got into my lane, turned to face me and stopped. Right according to plan, or if you prefer, like stealing candy apple kisses from a lady. I almost ran into her. At the very last second, I pulled up, letting my body coast up against her. She was treading water and looking vibrant.Her treading water meant I didn’t have to. One hand settled on her mid-back (friendly enough), but the other one cupped her right buttock and immediately probed along her cleft and to her pussy from behind. Her 'Happy Choice’ pop-up indicators went off and I had a winner. I was sure I could have pointed a shotgun in this woman’s face and she’d have spit on me.With my cock bumping up against her crotch, my finger wiggling around her suit for her pussy and my other arm keeping her close, she looked totally flummoxed.“What are you doing?” she whispered. I was sure she wanted to have that sound authoritative, not like plea for an instruction manual.“How about this,” I replied quietly, “you keep your hands moving and I’ll kick so that you can wrap your legs around my waist?”“Why would I want to do that?” she asked…while her legs wrapped around my waist. A little positon altering with my hand and I was having her pulse against my cock.“Deena?” the other Amazon called out. She was swimming in close proximity now.“I…” Deena responded to her comrade. “You are taking liberties,” she chastised me even as an erotic smile graced her lips.“Please don’t turn me in,” I murmured to her. My lips were a few millimeters from hers.The other woman could clearly make out our physical relationship between us.“Stop that,” the unnamed woman demanded.“Ah…” Deena moaned as I slipped two fingers past her swimsuit and into her slick cunt. The stranger tried to separate us, but Deena shook her head. “No…we are okay.”“Stop it,” I whispered. “Don’t make me…don’t make me…don’t,” and kissed. Total lie for the sake of our voyeur. Deena wasn’t currently capable of making me doing anything. Why was I doing this? Out of control libido plus stress plus I still had Yasmin and Felix to deal with. Oh yeah, Deena being cute, firm and just curvaceous enough to be Grace Kelly feminine didn’t hurt.“Why are we doing this?” Deena murmured sexily.“Am I making you happy?” I posed. She thought about it then nodded.“I thought being with a male would be more difficult,” she countered.“Stop looking so athletic,” I teased her, “and it will be easier for me to get away.”Calling an Amazon 'pretty’, or even 'beautiful’ would have limited, if any affect. Better words were 'impressive, swift, healthy, fit and athletic, because that’s what they valued in one another. Even 'scary’ and 'frightening’ were turning out to be good words to use. They never got enough male input to matter.“You are very healthy for a male,” Deena purred back.“How healthy?” the other one asked. She was now more curious than offended with my audacity.“He’s VERY healthy, Sharona,” Deena smiled. “He has strong fingers as well.”I knew the look Sharona shot me. It was the 'why her and not me?’ The answer was clear to her; Deena had been bold, thus won. It was traditional Amazon culture. I was easier to blame me because I was the guy. All three of us knew the score. More kissing and kitty-petting ensued. It became even more rewarding when I eventually bumped into Deena’s clit.I didn’t have to do much. My finger rubbed against her nub, Deena really liked that and started humping my finger before I could do anything. Public sex had never been a stimuli for me. I didn’t mind it and by the number of Amazons circling, or watching from poolside, they didn’t mind what Deena was 'doing’ to me either.There was no screaming, thunderclap of joy, or even a violent physical spasm. Deena pressed tight, made several yipping noises and came down whimpering happily. She was a truly content little camper; that was for sure.“You had sex!” one of the bystanders called out. I looked into Deena’s eyes.“If you say 'yes’, I’ll wake up tomorrow morning in Baku Faso,” I whispered.“No…no we weren’t,” Deena gave me a sultry look. “We were practicing lifeguarding techniques. Did I save your life…?”“I’m Cáel,” I breathed on her lips. “Yes, I feel like a whole new man.”“We will have to hone your skills; real soon,” Deena winked. That was not a request. That was 'come back, or I’ll hunt you down’.“I normally cannot make it before five,” I informed her.“That works for me,” Deena pulled away. She gave a warm sigh as my fingers slipped out of her. I made for the side. As I pulled myself out, my equipment straining at the seams, several wonderful ladies surrounded me.“Do you think you are leaving?” they confronted me.“I have a five o'clock end-of-day meeting with Katrina,” I calmly explained. Katrina was my 'Get out of Jail’ free card that allowed me to escape the pool and the shower without becoming a scratching post. Amazons aren’t animals; I’m just that sexy. Yes, I could pick up almost any girl at a club. I also had various Amazon pre-ordering collars with my name on it. By now my neck size was common knowledge.(Wednesday Evening)The stuff of my nightmares: I walk out from the end of day meeting with Katrina and the new hire ladies two see a gaggle of other women waiting for me, I assumed. I knew them all. Farah Winters recruited me from Bolingbrook, Umami Lhasa who was Tessa Carmichael’s right-hand woman, Tessa herself…and Yasmin Palhavã, my Brazilian hottie and workout date.“Hi Cáel,” they all greeted me.“Hey ladies,” I did my best to look happy. “What’s going on?”“Havenstone has offered me a job,” Yasmin grinned. How could this possibly go wrong? Yasmin thought this place was run by a crazy cult, so why did she look at ease?She could be trying to infiltrate Havenstone; bad idea. She could have had a conversion; I hope her son would be okay. She was…high on drugs…okay, the last one was weak.“What department?” I kept going.“We are trying to convince her to start out in Security Services (the guards) then move her up to Financial Investigations due to her expertise with the Policia Federal in her homeland,” Tessa said.“Cáel, by the look on your face, I know you are concerned. Ms. Carmichael; Tessa, has told me some things that put the situation in perspective,” Yasmin gave me an all so sexy look. “You are far braver than I thought you were.”“What? That I invested the entirety of my 401K on the comeback of Baleen Oil?” I joked.“My Son will be okay,” Yasmin patted my hand. Was I that much of an open book?“Do you have an instinct to protect children?” Umami inquired.“Not before I got here, but then I didn’t know anyone who would casually kill children either,” I responded. I had to ask the next question. I couldn’t be me and not.“Tessa, can I ask you a serious question?” I began. Tessa nodded. “Why was Yasmin 'read in’ to Havenstone? I don’t doubt for a second she’s a qualified as an investigator, but this strikes me as highly unusual and even reckless for your…people.”“It was this, or kill her,” Tessa answered. “By the way, that was Yasmin’s first question too.”“Precisely, my question was 'are you going to kill me for that crazy cult stuff that went down last week?’” Yasmin corrected. “She said I had to answer two questions to decide that.” In a bizarre, Amazon-style way, that made sense. Yes, Yasmin would beat her husband nearly to death for cheating on her; and shooting her, and she would willingly have sex again.I knew this because Buffy told me her backstory and it had Katrina asking her the two questions as well.“Yasmin, let me clarify this right now,” I held my ground. “I’m cheating on you. Please don’t hit me. It has been a bad day and the pain has just begun.”And all the psycho-bitches laughed.“Let’s go practice, É o meu P.A.,” Yasmin chuckled. No one was going to tell me what the damn phrase meant. I dare not look it up on-line because if I did, and Yasmin saw that flicker of understanding in my eyes…bad things would happen to me in the bedroom. No, I needed an alibi witness.To be honest, I thought the bedroom was Paradise until some ladies (I’d cheated on; surprise, surprise) tied me to one. Having my body waxed by sadistic amateurs was only recently exceeded by being shot with an arrow on my pain meter. It is not something I like to talk about. They dyed my hair bright pink too.I ended up nailing the new assistant at the College infirmary, so it wasn’t a total loss. Oh, and less I forget, they both took me back later, at the same time, without telling each other. It is a wonder I’m still alive. In an effort to keep that going, I took us to the non-blooded gym this time around.It wasn’t as nice as the full-blooded one, but it was still very full service. The biggest difference I had noticed earlier was the lack of archaic weapons on the wall near the training mat. Yasmin and I decided on a 40/20 split; forty minute of working out and twenty minutes on the mats. Around 5:30 pm, Felix showed up. Like me, he automatically drew attention and he’d clearly been cultivating his aura.He barely spared me a glance, being absolutely confident he had the advantage in every aspect of our contest; both physically and socially. Within minutes a subliminal ripple moved through the crowd. I was spotting Yasmin so it took me a bit to figure out what was going on; full-bloods had entered. One by one, I picked out Daphne, Paula, Dora, Tigger, Violet and Oneida.They weren’t coming at me; that would have kept things calm. No, 'my’ ladies were circulating and I didn’t need ESP to figure out what they were saying. In the ladies’ wake, evil looks where shot Felix’s way. Once more, he felt the undercurrent but misunderstood it. He thought I was seeding the crowd against him.One Amazon 'Runner’ cleared up the nature of the disturbance, if not reason for the outrage.“Did you really take a woman’s underwear to use as a trophy to throw in Cáel’s face?” the disbelieving woman asked. Felix was fearless.“Of course not,” he assured her. “One of Cáel’s many one night stands stopped by my place, slept and forgot…something. That’s all.”Good play. Since I wasn’t in on sabotaging Felix, I had no counter and I wasn’t going to get into a he-said/he-said contest that would leave me looking petty. Poor Felix, he kept forgetting we worked for some really smart women. Around thirty women into Felix’s counter-propaganda campaign, Daphne struck. She was confronted by a pro-Felix lady.“Really?” Daphne announced loudly. “Let’s clear this up why don’t we.” She pulled out her phone, hit one number and said, “Please project that footage to the 'Runner’ gym.”Ten seconds later, Felix and my conversation was projected to every TV suspended around the room. Yes, even Felix’s boast and getting in my face.This wasn’t solely Daphne’s doing. She didn’t have that kind of weight. Oneida on the other hand…Felix barely missed a beat.“Nyilas, you pulled that all out of context,” he growled. The best defense is a great offense.“Felix, I’m a guy. No way in Hell I have the kind of access to security tapes,” I held up my hands, proclaiming my innocence.Felix missed the 'I’m a guy’ part. The women didn’t. Most of them know I skated the rules, but never broke them. Yes, Katrina liked me. Would she give me access to security? That was laughable. Felix was about to pack on the stupidity.“Fine, you had one of your cheerleaders do it,” Felix counterthrust.Cheerleader was not a 'positive’ Amazon role model. Cheerleaders were women who promised sexual reward to male warriors that defeated their enemies (a bit of a biased view). The bipolar normal world reaction to cheerleaders aside, I knew cheerleaders were athletes who worked hard to pull off relatively complex routines. Telling the Amazons this was pointless.If any woman in this room had known a cheerleader before surrendering their old existence to become lethal man-killers, they probably didn’t like them. If they had been a cheerleader, they were keeping their mouths shut.“Are you implying we have lied and altered the official record of events?” Daphne sizzled.See, lying to me and Felix was expected. Lying to their fellow Amazons, despite the Blood Prestige rift, wasn’t going to happen. Trust and loyalty were fundamental virtues here. I imagine Felix had read that passage in the Handbook. I hadn’t believed it for the first two days either. I’d been educated since then.“I wouldn’t put it past you,” Felix glared right back at Daphne. Foolish; stupid.“Yasmin, I gotta go,” I hissed to my Brazilian MILF then rushed to get to Felix. I wasn’t doing it for Felix, the douche. I was doing it for Katrina and her New Directive. Felix had not officially fucked up; he was just being a jerk.Daphne sent Felix a wicked smirk. She’d kicked his ass. Felix knew his ass had been kicked yet still couldn’t grasp the underlying principles behind his defeat; he was in a Woman’s World.“Felix, let’s warm up,” I urged him once I was close enough to be heard.“After that stunt; you can go fuck yourself,” Felix glowered.“Dude, it wasn’t me, I swear,” I met his gaze.“I’m here. You find your own space,” Felix indicated another portion of the mat.“Felix, these ladies are about to kill you. You do not want to send me away,” I whispered. Felix formed a rebuttal then looked around.“Why?” Felix whispered back. Felix was finally acknowledging he’d lost. Now he wanted to know why.“I can’t explain it right now, but let’s say 'cheerleader’ was the wrong descriptive to use,” I continued. “Calling them liars only dug the hole deeper. It is the way it is.”Felix didn’t understand my words, but understood the intent. He was in Oz without any knowledge of the tornado that had taken him there. We didn’t spar together. I did stay close enough to make my intent clear; there would be no ambushing of Felix. You had to understand Amazon psychology to figure out why they weren’t angry with me.I was exhibiting loyalty; especially to a person I hated. Amazons had blood feuds, the specifics I hadn’t figured out. You could probably kick your opponent’s ass. If you stabbed them in the back, there was no rock on the face of the Earth you could hide under.“He practices Muay, Thai, and Savate,” Oneida snuck up on me. “I lend you my spirit,” she added with deep compassion.I turned on her and placed my hand between her breasts.“No. No cheating in this fight,” I insisted. That drew many stares. “Hold your spirit for the battles that matter, not for the resolution of male grievances. Your heart is fierce and I appreciate that, Oneida. No one’s spirit is infinite, so marshal your resources carefully.”Yes, I was lecturing Oneida; bad move. Yes, I was safeguarding her spirit, as would any of the other Amazons in the room; good move. Cloaking my lecture and concern in mystical terms; the win.“I care deeply for you too,” Oneida gave me a demur look, “my Ash Man.” Kill me. Kill me now.This culture didn’t have a 'ready-set-go’. When one person was ready, they attack without warning. I almost forgot that and blind-sided Felix. I didn’t hold back for him. I held back because I didn’t want him to be a whiny baby about this whole thing. I gave him a nod, he nodded back then he attacked.Two piston kicks by Felix backed me up. He switched up with a reverse roundhouse. That was his mistake; I slipped inside his kick range. I came at him; left jab, left jab, and a right cross in such a rapid blur the audience later told me their brains didn’t register the hits until after the fact. It was lights out for Felix. His body made a wet, thumping noise at it hit the mat.There was a hush. Everyone expected this fight to go the distance. I was more renowned for my stamina than punching power. Welcome to the world of light heavy-weight boxing. My problem with Madi had been I couldn’t touch her. I hadn’t even gone all out with Rhada and I dropped her with two jabs.A good number of 'martial artists’ think of boxing as a primitive fighting form. It is. It has also been around forever because the principles are rather simple and effective. Either don’t get hit, or soak up the hit (particularly for heavier fighters), set your opponent up and clobber then. Felix had meant to control me with his powerful kicks.Both Savate and Muay Thai have excellent fist and elbow blocks and strikes. It is simply difficult to switch your focus from kicking to blocking in the blink of an eye. That was less time than what I gave Felix. Most people think of boxers as freight trains, not snipers. In truth, we are both; locomotives approaching the speed of light (somewhat).Double back to all the options Savate and Maui Thai boxers have. They would never be afraid to take a risky kick because they can block in so many ways. Suddenly the issue became one of distance and balance. The boxer was at the kicker’s ankle at the moment of supposed impact and closing. By the time the kicker realized the kick’s over-extension the boxer was at his knee.The kicker still had a plethora of elbow, arm and hand blocks and grapples; except all his power has gone down that kicking leg, leaving him with on point of balance; his other leg. Sure he could get an arm up, but it only had the strength and weight of that limb to call upon. The upcoming hit? It had the mass times acceleration of the boxer’s body coming at him. Good luck.Felix could have beaten me, except it would have taken time. Closing would have allowed him to use all those nifty elbow, palm and hand strikes. It would have also allowed me to do what boxers to best; box. This wouldn’t give me an advantage, just leveled the playing field a bit. He didn’t want to grapple. I had an entire school devoted to grappling while it was an addendum to what he did.Felix’s saw me go to a boxing stance, and like most practitioners of Savate and Muay Thai, he laughed inside. He was going to make a mockery of me because my style sucked and his styles were the ones that best broke your enemies and caused them pain. He was going to knock me back with his kicks then close in and pummel me with every part of his body before I could slip into jujitsu. It would be lightning fast and bloody.Nice in theory; bad in practice. He should have worn me down with his stronger legs. Things fell apart when I stopped running away after the second kick. I couldn’t do much about the piston kicks. The reverse roundhouse on the other hand…allowed me to get close. I put him off-balance with two jabs, not letting him escape and out came the right with my entire mass behind it. I’ve hit a guy with that before who didn’t go down.He was 160 kg, almost 2 meters tall, a jaw made of chromium-steel and a bar bouncer. When he picked me up off the floor and helped me outside he told me I had a good punch. He wasn’t even angry with me. He was amused. I am far luckier than I deserve. His name was Amos. When I found out he had a sister, I got a good look at her picture to make sure I never, ever hit on her.Felix wasn’t that guy. He also wasn’t getting back up. 'Best’ of all, no one was going see how he was. I hoped I hadn’t killed him, or broken his neck. Before I could go to him I heard a voice behind me.“Is this the part where you take his underwear as a trophy?” Dora asked.“For the love of G; the Goddesses, tell me you are joking,” I gasped.“I got you!” Dora snickered.“Is someone going to help Felix?” I inquired. I sensed a bit of combat etiquette I was ignorant of. My previous Amazon opponents had always came to me when the fight was over and I’d lost.Usually they stood over me until I regained consciousness. Felix wasn’t getting that courtesy. He was being studiously ignored and I would have been separating myself from the 'lioness pride’ to help him. It was moral judgment time; Felix wasn’t worth the grief I’d get for disregarding the lesson the rest of the Amazons were administering.I waited at the closest mat edge, doing my cool-down with Yasmin and a few of my female…I guess I had to consider them friends now. What Felix did in front of them was bad, but they had gone above and beyond in coming to this gym and shattering his sexual anima and turning the crowd against him.Worse, while the 'new’ hires couldn’t justify an official corporate campaign against Felix, at the gym he was vulnerable to a propaganda blitz. By lunchtime tomorrow every woman in the building would know of Felix and his predilections toward the female gender. Amazons would still desire him alright. Felix better watch his precious Henie though in case someone decided to explain to him who was really the boss.After eight minutes, Felix stirred. He leveraged himself, took in his surroundings before letting his gaze settle on me. Any anger over my rudeness was dissipated by the social hostility focused on him. I silently offered up a water bottle. Felix hurriedly sprang up then blew the macho display by nearly tumbling back over.Felix took the water, splashed some in his face then drank the rest.“That was fast,” he finally spoke. “Damn fast.”“It was what it was, Felix,” I stayed neutral. “I hope this settles matter between you and I.” I could read it in his eyes; no way in Hell was this over.“I’ll stay away from Brooke,” Felix conceded. “Until next time.”“It was never about Brooke, Felix,” I sighed. “It was about using a woman to get at me. I never cared about anything like that before yet I do now so just don’t do it.” Felix snorted in amusement. He took up a towel and began drying off as he exited the gym.“He should be…” Oneida got out. I took another gamble.“No, Oneida,” I rested a gentle hand on her shoulder. “He did what a thousand other men would do. He’s an egotistical pain in the ass. He is also a fighter, brave and he refuses to accept defeat easily. You can’t instantly dissect his good qualities from his foul ones.”“It takes time,” Daphne supported me. She was also soothing any anger over the over-familiarity I was showing to Oneida. “Along with the rest of us, Cáel is showing Felix the delicate position men will hold in our world. It is a learning process for all of us.”“Felix is not a good man,” Oneida stated, “not like our Cáel,” she added, clearly crushing on me. Eek!!“Umm…ladies, thank all of you for your help this evening,” I looked over the group around me. “Having the room divided over Felix’s predations wouldn’t have done any of us much good. I’m glad this morning’s encounter was brought to light. Thank you all.” If someone does you a favor, thank them.If it is a woman, make doubly sure you tell them exactly what they did and risked for you. They will appreciate it; it strengthens your bond aka the promise of sex. Yes, I’m a sex-obsessed bad little piglet. The looks my Amazons were giving me told me how well my words were working, except for Yasmin, who seemed terribly amused by the whole romantic spectacle.The resulting shower scene was its own interesting ballet. As a male, I couldn’t be in the center. As a gravitational point in space, the tightest group of Amazons decided on who got into which orbit. Yasmin, despite me being on 'date’ with her, was exiled to the periphery. I wasn’t going to get into a shoving match over a six minute shower.Exiting the building was its own paranoid experience. Yasmin and I were leaving together. She was going to take a taxi home, check up on her son, then circle around to my place. We’d figure out 'where to go out to eat’ from there. Before Yasmin could stop me, I paid the cab for the trip, the wait and the delivery to my place.(The Ash Men; a history dump, for those not interested)I strode into my apartment, bike on my shoulder, when I realized I wasn’t alone. Elsa and Katrina; sigh. Breaking and entering? Disrespecting my domicile? This was not the time to be petty, or a stickler for boundaries. I put my bike in its customary place.“Can I get you something to drink?” I offered as I made my way to the kitchenette.“Lemonade would be nice,” Katrina stated.“What is that orange stuff?” Elsa inquired. Yeah, they searched my place already.“Dark orange, or light orange?” I countered.“The darker one.”“That’s carrot juice,” I informed Elsa.“I’ll try some of that,” she said. I fixed three drinks in tall glasses, handing them out before I joined Katrina on the sofa. Sipping my own lemonade, I turned to face Katrina.“Oneida is becoming a problem,” Katrina began. “She’s told you some things she shouldn’t have.”“The Ash Men,” I sighed. “You two being here makes this nothing but bad news.”“Not so,” Katrina corrected me. “It is a shameful episode in our history; so disgraceful we keep the truth of what really happened a closely guarded secret. Unfortunately, it is something House Arinniti has always felt strongly about and teaches their young.”“Amazons keep rather accurate histories, basing everything on lunar cycles. Our records, with minor gaps, date back to the Great Betrayal,” Katrina began. “By modern parlance, around 1000 BCE, our ancestors stopped a millennia of a nomadic existence to settle in the land between the Váh, Hron rivers and Danube rivers.”“You bitches know who the Magyar are,” I interrupted abruptly. Sure, that region was in current day Slovakia, but it bordered Hungary, my ancestral homeland, even though our residency was separated by over 1500 years.“Of course I know who the Magyar are,” Katrina shook her head mirthfully. “I simply can’t resist busting your balls.”I muttered angrily while avoiding using actual words.“Our numbers were enough to seize and hold the land,” Katrina continued. “For centuries before that, we raided for men from tribes whose land we were moving through. After a few seasons, we disposed of the men and took some more.”“When we chose to settle down, our Council decided to raid distant tribes and steal boys to be raised among our people. At first the males were virtual slaves yet in three generations, our people began seeing males as fathers, brothers and sons. We trained them in crafts. A few generations later, we voted to train them to be guardians; protectors of our hearths while the Host made war.”“For eighteen generations things went well. We prospered, grew rich and strong. The tribes around us feared our wrath which made us proud yet was our undoing. New, stronger tribes migrated into the region from the West; we now know them to be Celts. The genesis of House Epona is from those first meetings. Many Celtic women embraced the Amazon lifestyle.”“Though they knew of our strength, the first of these new tribes quickly went from peaceful coexistence to warfare. The Host crushed them. The problem was that new tribes kept coming and coming. Dirges of Mourning replaced the sweet taste of victory around our fires. We were always winning the key conflicts but our numbers were diminishing.”“The males came to the Council and begged for the opportunity to join the Host in battle. Twice we rejected them. The third time, we relented and allowed a select few males to join us in the fight and for a time the balance was restored. Our doom crept upon us. More conflict resulted in more men taking up arms to fight.”“What the Council could not perceive was the insidious influence of our enemies and it swept upon us on the wings of ravens by night; druids. Masculine deities, ethos and egos combined with our own blind arrogance to bring about our downfall. Constant contact with the Celts brought a different cultural view to our men. They began to question why women should rule.”“Somewhere around the year 680 BCE, it began. It was not a calamity over in a night, or even a week yet once it began there was no stopping it. Most of our males, never fighters, were taken as slaves by their former brothers and their new Celtic masters. Not all fighting males betrayed us. Those males risked their very lives to sneak into fallen towns and villages to rescue their daughters.”“The penalty our enemies exacted on our remaining fighting males was meant to keep the rest in line. They burned those brave men alive, in public. They burned them slowly, in much agony; the druids showed them how it was done. There is no record of any of our fighting males switching sides, or failing to undertake any mission for the Host. We survived as a people because of them.”“When all hope of remaining in our new homes faded, we fled east into the mountains. My ancestors were furious, frightened and shamed. They decided they had let down their guards around men and swore to never do it again. The only obstacle to this way of thinking was the handful of men who risked all for the Host’s survival and still lived.”“They sent those male survivors on one last, suicidal mission. They were to return home and incite the Celts’ wrath against the traitor males. For the Hell they unleashed, the druids were chosen for this final act vengeance. Amazon males slew the druids. The angry Celts fell upon their former allies, slaughtering the lot."Somehow, a tiny band returned to their mistresses. Their return was unexpected. In their absence, the High Priestess and Council decided to rectify their centuries’ old error in judgment. Only a few Houses; Arinniti among them; knows how each Council member voted yet the final decision is something we are dealing with today.”“The 'valiant’ Host went to their defenseless sons and butchered them. When the last Amazon males made it back they were rewarded with death as well. It is recorded that they didn’t even resist, loyal to their last drop of blood. In less than ten minute’s time, the last of the male line of Amazons perished.”“These are the 'Ash Men’ Oneida mentioned. Burned to death by our enemies for their devotion to us, burned to ash by the Host to hide our shame after we killed them for the crime of never betraying us. All full-blooded Amazons are taught about the Second Betrayal; except that last, pathetic and tragic addendum,” Katrina educated me.“Oh shit,” I interrupted. I was sure Katrina had more to tell me but I felt the hideo

Steamy Stories Podcast
Life As A New Hire: part 14

Steamy Stories Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 30, 2022


Insults, Felix and Ash Men.By FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the podcast at Steamy Stories.Caring is a curse you dare not go without.(Somewhere in the midst of this nightmare, Cáel needs to earn a paycheck)Felix had the physical confrontation he wanted. Somewhere in the back of my mind was that I had to do something inane yet again; like consumer test Ginsu Spatulas, or the equivalent. Felix noted the open hostility directed his way, but had neither the knowledge, nor the empathy to give a fuck. The elevator closed on his smug face. Work time.“That didn’t take you long at all,” St. Marie chortled from behind me. I jolted.“If I wasn’t doing this, I’d be hand-feeding polar bears, so cut me some slack,” I groaned.“I was under the impression that your pugnacity was more of a defense mechanism, not male bravado,” St. Marie probed.“I am as much surprised as you are about this. I don’t even like the girl involved. I’ve never fought over a woman before, but Felix used that woman to get at me; ineffectively,” I mused. “My emotions don’t…you don’t want to be hearing any of this, do you?”“No,” St. Marie said. I stared at her. She stared at me. “Yes?”“Have you ever done any bikini wrestling?” I blurted out. She blinked. “Gotta go. Work to do,” and I fled. In the elevator I recognized one of the ladies from International Finance though I didn’t know her name.“What happened to your face?” she asked.“Do you know who the Golden Mare is?” I replied. She nodded very respectfully. “Well, she hit me.” The woman studied me. “I guess I shouldn’t have hit her first.”“You hit (dead word spoken) St. Marie?” She gulped. “I’m stunned you are still alive.”“You and me both,” I sighed. “I’m starting to regret suggesting she take up bikini wrestling.”Blink.“Tell me about it. I was looking into her eyes and that was the first thing to come to mind,” I shrugged.“I repeat, I’m stunned you are still alive,” she shook her head.“What do you mean? I think she’d look good in a bikini,” I stated. The door opened to Medical. “Have a good day at work now,” I smiled. “I’m off to crush marbles with a sledgehammer.” My real job was to be a genetic guinea pig. I had to sit naked on a gurney and let them take blood and tissues samples.The sperm sample was fun. First I insisted that I’d been in a fight earlier in the morning and my elbows weren’t up to the job. After confirming this, they had some poor ‘new hire’ jack me off. I held out as long as I could, to the point she gave me a blowjob; her first. Sadly, when senior medical technician informed her of the extinction of her oral virginity, they were both less than pleased yours truly.I reminded them that I didn’t shoot off into her mouth, or anything so crude. Next I informed them of a little known fact that my first ejaculate of the day (no mention of Brooke by me) was sterile and we had to repeat the process. No such luck. Damn microscopes. To prove I was a lousy patient, I feigned a collapse and a lack of breathing.I didn’t grapple with my CPR specialist. I very slowly and tenderly wrapped her up in my embrace. I told her that at the moment of utter darkness, her heartbeat brought me back to the light. I was a the point of penetration when a real doctor showed up and pulled the struggling Physician’s Assistant away; she hadn’t finished saving me, the young Amazon protested.At this point the team threatened to give me a sedative. I responded with 'is it chemical, or a blow to the head’. They smiled and said they’d give me both if I misbehaved again. My counter-offer was a request for some Neapolitan ice cream. They conceded the issue, I got my ice cream and stopped being a jack-ass.At 11:30 am, the first battery of tests concluded. As we were wrapping up, I asked why I had to be naked for the entire thing. They stared at me. Strangely, the Amazon who had prepped me for this nonsense had made herself scarce. Damn it. The doctors then gleefully informed me that I had to be naked for the second half of the test, after lunch.I asked why. They smiled. Bitches. As I was fixing my tie, my phone rang.“Hello, Android Cáel Nyilas here,” I answered. There was some giggling; Brooke.“Hey, Android Cáel, this is flesh and blood Brooke Lee,” she snickered. Man, I had turned her around emotionally in only a few hours. Screw Felix.“Have you eaten lunch yet?” she asked. I bit back my automatic response; asking if she was on the menu. We’d talked about Libra as I was leaving this morning.“You, me and Libra?” I suggested. Brooke put her hand over the phone; the dearth of background noise was the giveaway.“She may not want to see you,” Brooke hedged. That meant Libra was listening in.“We talked about this earlier, Brooke,” I sighed. “I want a chance to at least talk with her.” Not totally false. I wanted to fuck her again. That necessitated some amount of conversation so I was willing to put forth the ergs of energy.“I’ll make the effort,” Brooke promised. Making Libra a deal-breaker might have been sugar-coated chocolate for Libra. It would have also made them both suspicious of my suspicions.“Please do your best,” I said. “Where do you want meet?”“My place?” she teased.“Libra plus I would only have forty-five minutes with you, which is not nearly enough time,” I reminded her. Sex.“Libra doesn’t have to know,” Brooke was now pressing Libra’s buttons.“We are not going to go there,” I insisted. They didn’t own me and I didn’t own them.We were bantering back and forth, playing with sexual innuendo of the relationship kind. A good aphrodisiac is a woman thinking you are foregoing sex with another woman to have sex with her. Best of all (for me) for hooking Libra and me back together, Libra was going to let Brooke fuck me yet again. Win-win-win.“We’ll meet at Stanhope’s,” Brooke finished. I agreed to meet her there in ten minutes and off I went. Aisha, the Arabic swimsuit model/SD hottie called for me as I was heading out the door. I asked why. She didn’t say so I ran for it. Screw them all; it was my lunch break. I made it to Stanhope’s. I was fleet of foot and was getting the hang of hailing taxis.Libra was with Brooke at an outdoor table at Stanhope’s. I didn’t fake surprise. My cover was that I had faith in Brooke. I kissed Brooke while Libra gave me the cold shoulder.“Libra doesn’t believe we’ve talked about her,” Brooke opened up.“You are the one who keeps shouting out her name during orgasm,” I sighed.“That’s not a joking matter,” Libra snapped viciously.“It made you talk to me,” I winked. Libra growled.“I hate you,” she seethed.“That is a perfectly normal, if heart-rending reaction to our past two encounters,” I admitted.“I hope it hurt,” Libra seethed. “Besides, I went out with Brian Fung last night.” She was stating the obvious. I was okay with that. It left her open to my lie.“Have you moved on?” I moped. Libra not seeing me anymore made me want to cry. Missing her was utter anguish; it was written all over my face. Non-verbal deception is as important as the verbal kind.I was not beating a dead horse, I was coaxing a thoroughbred to the Triple Crown. Give the girl what she wants; verbally, sexually and, if you can pull it off convincingly, emotionally.“I don’t know,” Libra stated which meant 'no, she hadn’t moved on’.“Let’s go out tomorrow night,” I suggested. Be bold enough to make the first move, but not so aggressive she feels pressured.Being a man isn’t beating your chest; it is stepping up to get your ego battered by the girl. If it wasn’t for my first, failed romantic attempt, I wouldn’t be where I am today. It hurt like Hell when she publically rejected me. These days, my bed was always warm so the pain was well worth it.“Why not tonight?” Libra got combative.“Felix and I had a disagreement at work,” I grinned. “We are settling the issue tonight at six.”“What happened?” Brooke leaned in close to me, hungry for details. I was a bastard.“He loudly presented me with these,” I slipped Brooke her panties under the table.“In the middle of my office and co-workers. Even my Boss heard it,” I added. Brooke’s deeply tanned complexion paled. Libra didn’t see the panties, but she knew the score.“What did you do?” Libra pressed.“I told him Brooke was a grown woman and could make her own decisions about who she was with,” I started.“Brooke is a wonderful lady and she should be courted based on that. Felix had this bizarre idea that I felt possessive about her and thought he was using Brooke to hurt me over a slight at work,” I wove forth the basic truths. “I’m not going to fight Brooke’s battles,” I affirmed which meant that 'yes, I was going to fight Brooke’s battles’.If you are a guy and you assume that the woman is actually hearing the words coming out of your mouth, you are deluded. The reverse is also the same.“If a man has a problem with me, he comes after me, not my friends,” I grew stern. This meant Felix was not a man. It also meant that I considered Brooke, thus Libra, my friends.They were okay with that. This didn’t mean they thought of me as a friend. It was similar to the family butler. I had to memorize every detail of their lives. If they remembered my birthday, I should feel blessed; symbolically speaking of course. I’d make an abysmal butler.“Did he hit you?” Libra leaned across the table and stroked my cheek right below the place St. Marie had clocked me.“That? Nah. An Archer fish tried to shoot my eye out so now he’s fish sticks,” I replied.“With all your wounds,” Libra hesitated, “Are you in the military?”“Libra, I’m a disaster as a civilian,” I chuckled. “I’d make an impossible soldier. Half way through basic training I’d start showing up in a kilt; 'cause it makes me feel free and breezy down there’.”“When they tried to make me change, I’d charge them with cultural insensitivity,” I smiled.“What would you do if they let you get away with it?” Brooke snickered.“Take up horse archery…because you never know when you’ll be without fuel and bullets on the modern battlefield,” I postulated. “If they let me get away with that, I’d stay, but I’d join the airborne.”“I like parachuting,” Brooke nodded. “Have you ever done it?” She bet I hadn’t and she was right.“Never before in this lifetime. I really want to see if I could get my horsed trained to do it first,” I chortled. “Lord knows, nobody else has. The first Airmobile Horse Archery unit. That would be pretty cool.”“The horse would break her legs,” Libra frowned.“Use an air mattress platform for the horse to stand on, sort of like those air bags stuntmen use, but smaller,” I reasoned. I wasn’t sure if Brooke and Libra were more stunned about the plausibility of my suggestion, or that I had created it off the cuff.We ordered lunch and drinks. Service was very efficient so I had only pushed my salad aside to have my grilled shrimp replaced it when a shadow fell across our table. It was a stormy Aisha.“Cáel Nyilas, you are coming with me,” she spoke with deceptive calm.“No,” I replied then ate a shrimp. She put her hand on my shoulder. I brandished my fork.“Listen up,” I grumbled. I tapped my wristwatch with my fork, “I’ve got 35 more minutes on my lunch break. I’m eating with friends…okay, almost friends…”“I’m Cáel’s friend,” Brooke rallied. Aisha bore down on my collarbone, so I stabbed at her hand with the fork. She moved it out of the way first.“Come now,” she growled.“Very well,” I sighed. “Since you certainly have never heard this from a man before meeting me, I’ll clarify. NO, I’m not coming with you. Go away you annoying twit. If that was unclear, let me add; no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no and no.”Aisha looked over her shoulder. There were two more SD chicklets. Woot!“Last chance to keep this simple,” Aisha threatened.“Brooke and Libra, you need to stand up and back away,” I instructed them as I stood up as well, “I’m going to need your chairs as weapons.” The girls grabbed their food and backed up.“Don’t make a scene,” Aisha whispered.“Ex-squeeze me? I’m eating lunch. In thirty-five minutes I’ll be back at work. You are the one being a total bitch for annoying the fuck out of me here,” I glared. “All you had to do was tell me why you wanted me back at Havenstone, but you didn’t feel the need, so now we have this stand-off.”“It is not a stand-off and I don’t explain myself to you,” Aisha glared back. She even showed me she had a gun. I laughed, pulled out my phone.“What are you doing?” Aisha made a swipe for the phone.“Making me late for work,” I chuckled. “I’m dialing 9 1 1.”“Do that and you will be in a world of trouble,” she threatened.“You haven’t thought this out, have you, Aisha?” I snickered. “If it was important to my job, Katrina, or Medical would have called me. If it was a calamity, Hayden perhaps. Barring that, I can’t wait to hear your excuse for starting a public brawl.”“I told you to come with me and you had best obey,” Aisha hissed. That was the tipping point. Recycling old, failed arguments is the sign that your opponent has lost.“Yeah…right,” I shrugged. I sat back down and began eating. A second later, Brooke and Libra joined me. Aisha retreated to the curb and waited…and got ticketed because it was a No Parking Zone.“Who was that woman? I’ve seen her before,” Brooke commented.“She’s that woman from the first night we met,” Libra answered.“She’s not my boss so I don’t care,” I tried to recapture our earlier mood. It was only partially successful. The three SD ladies kept their eyes on us until dinner was cleared away and it was time to go back.I kissed both Brooke and Libra goodbye with a promise of a date the next night. When I tried to walk past Aisha, she grabbed my arm. From my point of view, a ride to work was a ride to work and this one was free. I travelled in silence. Miraculously, they didn’t answer my request to go to Medical, though we were at least going up…and up…and up. Crap.They deposited me in Hayden’s office then departed. It was Hayden, Katrina, St. Marie, Elsa, and Tessa. The door shut ominously behind me.“Cáel, I like you,” Hayden began. “Unless you are working on an assigned task, you are not allowed to defy a woman of Havenstone who gives you a clear concise order, especially one from the Security Detail.” It didn’t take me a second to formulate my treatise on the Rights of Man.“No.” That didn’t go over well. Into the emptiness, I forged ahead. “You can’t expect for me to be given conflicting orders and expect me to succeed. You people have a chain of command for a reason. I follow that chain like every other member of Havenstone.”“You are not a member of Havenstone,” Hayden pointed out. That I had to think about.I scanned each impassive face in the room. I wanted to cry; not out of fear; out of frustration because I really had tried so hard to make this work.“You are all a bunch of cowards and I regret ever wanting to be part of this place,” I spat.“Your opinion of us does not matter,” Hayden started.“Cowardly act number one,” I interrupted. Hayden’s gaze hardened.“It is your time. You publically defied a Havenstone employee on a mission concerning you,” she continued.“Cowardly acts number two and three,” I growled. Now St. Marie and Elsa closed in.I turned to face them. I wanted to go down swinging, no matter how futile the gesture.“Cowardly act number four; suddenly, when you desire, my insolence matters,” I set myself for what was to come.“Don’t fight,” Tessa commanded softly. Katrina kept her own counsel.“That’s your fucking problem, right there,” I shouted. “This isn’t the Sunshine Scouts. This is a martial society. I fight, because that is what every bitch here is broadcasting. I didn’t hit Rhada when she hit me. I called for help, like any sane individual. When no help was forthcoming, I called for someone to get the police. Again, you did nothing.”“Fuck you all. Rhada attacked me, so I put her down. Madi attacked me, so I put her down too; and it all your damn fault and not one of you has the courage to face that fact,” I shouted. “You attack me for fighting back at the same time you tell me to fit in. Now which is it? Am I to fit in to a martial culture, or am I not? Make up your damn minds!”“You do not get to talk to us like that,” St. Marie murmured.“Somebody better talk to us like this,” Katrina finally spoke. “Face facts: Cáel is here because he resists. He resists because that is the lesson we are teaching him, Sisters.”“What do you mean?” Elsa regarded Katrina.“When Cáel is challenged physically and resists successfully, or even unsuccessfully, he grows in the estimation of our Sisters. No one admits it, but it is the truth. The harder he fights, the more he is valued. It is a very simple principle. He has never believed he is a member of the Host, a Runner, or even a recruit. He does not strive to be an Amazon of any kind,” Katrina lectured.“Then we expect him to do ridiculous things like walk off with an Amazon he barely knows who doesn’t even explain where he is going, or what he is supposed to do,” Katrina shook her head. “Somehow we forecast his desire to be treated with a modicum of respect to be a threat? Respecting him does not make him an Amazon; it makes him a warrior in our cause.”“The Council has not decided on that portion of the New Directive yet,” St. Marie stated.“Warrior-Fathers,” Katrina declared firmly. “My niece, Aya; you all know of her; she went to camp this week and SHE formed her own war band with her fellow students. Fuck you all very much; It works!”“Katrina,” Hayden cautioned.“Hayden, I am tired of this half-measure bullshit. There is no being half-alive. We live, or we die. We made a mistake then we made another one. Let’s not make it three.” I raised my hand.“Yes?” Hayden finally acknowledged me.“Can I go back to work now? Sitting here is like commenting on the rain. I have a lot to say, but it won’t affect the rain one iota,” I reasoned.“You are not going to run?” Tessa asked. I knew she was joking.“Well, I can’t get past the front door. I can’t escape out the garage and I left my diamond-tipped glasscutter and 150 meters of rope in my other jacket,” I informed her.“I guess I’ll have to use the 15 kg of C-4 I have stuck in my shorts. I know it makes me look like I took a colossal dump in my underwear, but trust me, it is only a weapon,” I grinned. I tried to get around Elsa. She brushed her hand over my chest.“You are special,” she purred.“You scare me,” I mumbled.“I know,” she grinned happily.“Bye Pony-Lady,” I waved to St. Marie.“Cael,” Hayden called out. I halted, but didn’t turn around. “You will stop referring to the Marshal of the Amazon Host as 'Pony-Lady’, is that clear?”“Yes Hayden. Good-bye St. Marie,” I said as I departed.“Are you sure he is not mentally defective?” St. Marie questioned.“He is,” Elsa replied. “He laughs at Death.” See, what did I tell you? Now you can run out and pick up an infatuated female psychopath of your very own.(Later in the day)Knife-fighting class was taught by this painfully thin yet tall Amazon with mostly grey-white hair. There was nothing wrong with her reflexes, or sight. She regarded me, her only student, with passionless eyes. She had me sit down cross-legged, she did the same opposite me, and we spent an hour talking about the philosophy of knife-fighting.Knives were hardly ever the first weapon of choice. That was part of the lesson; knowing when to choose a knife to fight with. We talked about all kinds of blades, focusing on the short, hilt-less blades every Amazon carried. I had to get one special-made. It was the size of my palms. If the blade was too small, it would cut up my hand when I used it.Except for a few hand motions, it was verbal instruction. Knife from an advantage, knife from the front, and knife at a disadvantage. Each had its own set of rules to follow. It was cool. Me having a penis didn’t bother her in the least. At the end of the lesson, I asked if I could call her Zen Master. She said 'no’, her name was Pamela.I then asked if I could call her Zen Mistress Pamela. Smiling, she said 'no’ again. My last attempt was 'Blossoming Petals of Death Pamela’ at which point she laughed and told me to give it a rest. I found myself with a free hour so I raced down to the pool and took in a few laps. It was a crime against nature that all the Amazons were one-piece bathing suits.Here I was in my Speedo and no one to play with. That wasn’t really true. After my first lap, two Amazon lasses tried to engage me in a race without actually talking to me. As they were turning back they realized I was keeping to my same strong, casual strokes in my own little World.That annoyed them so the next time around, one got into my lane, turned to face me and stopped. Right according to plan, or if you prefer, like stealing candy apple kisses from a lady. I almost ran into her. At the very last second, I pulled up, letting my body coast up against her. She was treading water and looking vibrant.Her treading water meant I didn’t have to. One hand settled on her mid-back (friendly enough), but the other one cupped her right buttock and immediately probed along her cleft and to her pussy from behind. Her 'Happy Choice’ pop-up indicators went off and I had a winner. I was sure I could have pointed a shotgun in this woman’s face and she’d have spit on me.With my cock bumping up against her crotch, my finger wiggling around her suit for her pussy and my other arm keeping her close, she looked totally flummoxed.“What are you doing?” she whispered. I was sure she wanted to have that sound authoritative, not like plea for an instruction manual.“How about this,” I replied quietly, “you keep your hands moving and I’ll kick so that you can wrap your legs around my waist?”“Why would I want to do that?” she asked…while her legs wrapped around my waist. A little positon altering with my hand and I was having her pulse against my cock.“Deena?” the other Amazon called out. She was swimming in close proximity now.“I…” Deena responded to her comrade. “You are taking liberties,” she chastised me even as an erotic smile graced her lips.“Please don’t turn me in,” I murmured to her. My lips were a few millimeters from hers.The other woman could clearly make out our physical relationship between us.“Stop that,” the unnamed woman demanded.“Ah…” Deena moaned as I slipped two fingers past her swimsuit and into her slick cunt. The stranger tried to separate us, but Deena shook her head. “No…we are okay.”“Stop it,” I whispered. “Don’t make me…don’t make me…don’t,” and kissed. Total lie for the sake of our voyeur. Deena wasn’t currently capable of making me doing anything. Why was I doing this? Out of control libido plus stress plus I still had Yasmin and Felix to deal with. Oh yeah, Deena being cute, firm and just curvaceous enough to be Grace Kelly feminine didn’t hurt.“Why are we doing this?” Deena murmured sexily.“Am I making you happy?” I posed. She thought about it then nodded.“I thought being with a male would be more difficult,” she countered.“Stop looking so athletic,” I teased her, “and it will be easier for me to get away.”Calling an Amazon 'pretty’, or even 'beautiful’ would have limited, if any affect. Better words were 'impressive, swift, healthy, fit and athletic, because that’s what they valued in one another. Even 'scary’ and 'frightening’ were turning out to be good words to use. They never got enough male input to matter.“You are very healthy for a male,” Deena purred back.“How healthy?” the other one asked. She was now more curious than offended with my audacity.“He’s VERY healthy, Sharona,” Deena smiled. “He has strong fingers as well.”I knew the look Sharona shot me. It was the 'why her and not me?’ The answer was clear to her; Deena had been bold, thus won. It was traditional Amazon culture. I was easier to blame me because I was the guy. All three of us knew the score. More kissing and kitty-petting ensued. It became even more rewarding when I eventually bumped into Deena’s clit.I didn’t have to do much. My finger rubbed against her nub, Deena really liked that and started humping my finger before I could do anything. Public sex had never been a stimuli for me. I didn’t mind it and by the number of Amazons circling, or watching from poolside, they didn’t mind what Deena was 'doing’ to me either.There was no screaming, thunderclap of joy, or even a violent physical spasm. Deena pressed tight, made several yipping noises and came down whimpering happily. She was a truly content little camper; that was for sure.“You had sex!” one of the bystanders called out. I looked into Deena’s eyes.“If you say 'yes’, I’ll wake up tomorrow morning in Baku Faso,” I whispered.“No…no we weren’t,” Deena gave me a sultry look. “We were practicing lifeguarding techniques. Did I save your life…?”“I’m Cáel,” I breathed on her lips. “Yes, I feel like a whole new man.”“We will have to hone your skills; real soon,” Deena winked. That was not a request. That was 'come back, or I’ll hunt you down’.“I normally cannot make it before five,” I informed her.“That works for me,” Deena pulled away. She gave a warm sigh as my fingers slipped out of her. I made for the side. As I pulled myself out, my equipment straining at the seams, several wonderful ladies surrounded me.“Do you think you are leaving?” they confronted me.“I have a five o'clock end-of-day meeting with Katrina,” I calmly explained. Katrina was my 'Get out of Jail’ free card that allowed me to escape the pool and the shower without becoming a scratching post. Amazons aren’t animals; I’m just that sexy. Yes, I could pick up almost any girl at a club. I also had various Amazon pre-ordering collars with my name on it. By now my neck size was common knowledge.(Wednesday Evening)The stuff of my nightmares: I walk out from the end of day meeting with Katrina and the new hire ladies two see a gaggle of other women waiting for me, I assumed. I knew them all. Farah Winters recruited me from Bolingbrook, Umami Lhasa who was Tessa Carmichael’s right-hand woman, Tessa herself…and Yasmin Palhavã, my Brazilian hottie and workout date.“Hi Cáel,” they all greeted me.“Hey ladies,” I did my best to look happy. “What’s going on?”“Havenstone has offered me a job,” Yasmin grinned. How could this possibly go wrong? Yasmin thought this place was run by a crazy cult, so why did she look at ease?She could be trying to infiltrate Havenstone; bad idea. She could have had a conversion; I hope her son would be okay. She was…high on drugs…okay, the last one was weak.“What department?” I kept going.“We are trying to convince her to start out in Security Services (the guards) then move her up to Financial Investigations due to her expertise with the Policia Federal in her homeland,” Tessa said.“Cáel, by the look on your face, I know you are concerned. Ms. Carmichael; Tessa, has told me some things that put the situation in perspective,” Yasmin gave me an all so sexy look. “You are far braver than I thought you were.”“What? That I invested the entirety of my 401K on the comeback of Baleen Oil?” I joked.“My Son will be okay,” Yasmin patted my hand. Was I that much of an open book?“Do you have an instinct to protect children?” Umami inquired.“Not before I got here, but then I didn’t know anyone who would casually kill children either,” I responded. I had to ask the next question. I couldn’t be me and not.“Tessa, can I ask you a serious question?” I began. Tessa nodded. “Why was Yasmin 'read in’ to Havenstone? I don’t doubt for a second she’s a qualified as an investigator, but this strikes me as highly unusual and even reckless for your…people.”“It was this, or kill her,” Tessa answered. “By the way, that was Yasmin’s first question too.”“Precisely, my question was 'are you going to kill me for that crazy cult stuff that went down last week?’” Yasmin corrected. “She said I had to answer two questions to decide that.” In a bizarre, Amazon-style way, that made sense. Yes, Yasmin would beat her husband nearly to death for cheating on her; and shooting her, and she would willingly have sex again.I knew this because Buffy told me her backstory and it had Katrina asking her the two questions as well.“Yasmin, let me clarify this right now,” I held my ground. “I’m cheating on you. Please don’t hit me. It has been a bad day and the pain has just begun.”And all the psycho-bitches laughed.“Let’s go practice, É o meu P.A.,” Yasmin chuckled. No one was going to tell me what the damn phrase meant. I dare not look it up on-line because if I did, and Yasmin saw that flicker of understanding in my eyes…bad things would happen to me in the bedroom. No, I needed an alibi witness.To be honest, I thought the bedroom was Paradise until some ladies (I’d cheated on; surprise, surprise) tied me to one. Having my body waxed by sadistic amateurs was only recently exceeded by being shot with an arrow on my pain meter. It is not something I like to talk about. They dyed my hair bright pink too.I ended up nailing the new assistant at the College infirmary, so it wasn’t a total loss. Oh, and less I forget, they both took me back later, at the same time, without telling each other. It is a wonder I’m still alive. In an effort to keep that going, I took us to the non-blooded gym this time around.It wasn’t as nice as the full-blooded one, but it was still very full service. The biggest difference I had noticed earlier was the lack of archaic weapons on the wall near the training mat. Yasmin and I decided on a 40/20 split; forty minute of working out and twenty minutes on the mats. Around 5:30 pm, Felix showed up. Like me, he automatically drew attention and he’d clearly been cultivating his aura.He barely spared me a glance, being absolutely confident he had the advantage in every aspect of our contest; both physically and socially. Within minutes a subliminal ripple moved through the crowd. I was spotting Yasmin so it took me a bit to figure out what was going on; full-bloods had entered. One by one, I picked out Daphne, Paula, Dora, Tigger, Violet and Oneida.They weren’t coming at me; that would have kept things calm. No, 'my’ ladies were circulating and I didn’t need ESP to figure out what they were saying. In the ladies’ wake, evil looks where shot Felix’s way. Once more, he felt the undercurrent but misunderstood it. He thought I was seeding the crowd against him.One Amazon 'Runner’ cleared up the nature of the disturbance, if not reason for the outrage.“Did you really take a woman’s underwear to use as a trophy to throw in Cáel’s face?” the disbelieving woman asked. Felix was fearless.“Of course not,” he assured her. “One of Cáel’s many one night stands stopped by my place, slept and forgot…something. That’s all.”Good play. Since I wasn’t in on sabotaging Felix, I had no counter and I wasn’t going to get into a he-said/he-said contest that would leave me looking petty. Poor Felix, he kept forgetting we worked for some really smart women. Around thirty women into Felix’s counter-propaganda campaign, Daphne struck. She was confronted by a pro-Felix lady.“Really?” Daphne announced loudly. “Let’s clear this up why don’t we.” She pulled out her phone, hit one number and said, “Please project that footage to the 'Runner’ gym.”Ten seconds later, Felix and my conversation was projected to every TV suspended around the room. Yes, even Felix’s boast and getting in my face.This wasn’t solely Daphne’s doing. She didn’t have that kind of weight. Oneida on the other hand…Felix barely missed a beat.“Nyilas, you pulled that all out of context,” he growled. The best defense is a great offense.“Felix, I’m a guy. No way in Hell I have the kind of access to security tapes,” I held up my hands, proclaiming my innocence.Felix missed the 'I’m a guy’ part. The women didn’t. Most of them know I skated the rules, but never broke them. Yes, Katrina liked me. Would she give me access to security? That was laughable. Felix was about to pack on the stupidity.“Fine, you had one of your cheerleaders do it,” Felix counterthrust.Cheerleader was not a 'positive’ Amazon role model. Cheerleaders were women who promised sexual reward to male warriors that defeated their enemies (a bit of a biased view). The bipolar normal world reaction to cheerleaders aside, I knew cheerleaders were athletes who worked hard to pull off relatively complex routines. Telling the Amazons this was pointless.If any woman in this room had known a cheerleader before surrendering their old existence to become lethal man-killers, they probably didn’t like them. If they had been a cheerleader, they were keeping their mouths shut.“Are you implying we have lied and altered the official record of events?” Daphne sizzled.See, lying to me and Felix was expected. Lying to their fellow Amazons, despite the Blood Prestige rift, wasn’t going to happen. Trust and loyalty were fundamental virtues here. I imagine Felix had read that passage in the Handbook. I hadn’t believed it for the first two days either. I’d been educated since then.“I wouldn’t put it past you,” Felix glared right back at Daphne. Foolish; stupid.“Yasmin, I gotta go,” I hissed to my Brazilian MILF then rushed to get to Felix. I wasn’t doing it for Felix, the douche. I was doing it for Katrina and her New Directive. Felix had not officially fucked up; he was just being a jerk.Daphne sent Felix a wicked smirk. She’d kicked his ass. Felix knew his ass had been kicked yet still couldn’t grasp the underlying principles behind his defeat; he was in a Woman’s World.“Felix, let’s warm up,” I urged him once I was close enough to be heard.“After that stunt; you can go fuck yourself,” Felix glowered.“Dude, it wasn’t me, I swear,” I met his gaze.“I’m here. You find your own space,” Felix indicated another portion of the mat.“Felix, these ladies are about to kill you. You do not want to send me away,” I whispered. Felix formed a rebuttal then looked around.“Why?” Felix whispered back. Felix was finally acknowledging he’d lost. Now he wanted to know why.“I can’t explain it right now, but let’s say 'cheerleader’ was the wrong descriptive to use,” I continued. “Calling them liars only dug the hole deeper. It is the way it is.”Felix didn’t understand my words, but understood the intent. He was in Oz without any knowledge of the tornado that had taken him there. We didn’t spar together. I did stay close enough to make my intent clear; there would be no ambushing of Felix. You had to understand Amazon psychology to figure out why they weren’t angry with me.I was exhibiting loyalty; especially to a person I hated. Amazons had blood feuds, the specifics I hadn’t figured out. You could probably kick your opponent’s ass. If you stabbed them in the back, there was no rock on the face of the Earth you could hide under.“He practices Muay, Thai, and Savate,” Oneida snuck up on me. “I lend you my spirit,” she added with deep compassion.I turned on her and placed my hand between her breasts.“No. No cheating in this fight,” I insisted. That drew many stares. “Hold your spirit for the battles that matter, not for the resolution of male grievances. Your heart is fierce and I appreciate that, Oneida. No one’s spirit is infinite, so marshal your resources carefully.”Yes, I was lecturing Oneida; bad move. Yes, I was safeguarding her spirit, as would any of the other Amazons in the room; good move. Cloaking my lecture and concern in mystical terms; the win.“I care deeply for you too,” Oneida gave me a demur look, “my Ash Man.” Kill me. Kill me now.This culture didn’t have a 'ready-set-go’. When one person was ready, they attack without warning. I almost forgot that and blind-sided Felix. I didn’t hold back for him. I held back because I didn’t want him to be a whiny baby about this whole thing. I gave him a nod, he nodded back then he attacked.Two piston kicks by Felix backed me up. He switched up with a reverse roundhouse. That was his mistake; I slipped inside his kick range. I came at him; left jab, left jab, and a right cross in such a rapid blur the audience later told me their brains didn’t register the hits until after the fact. It was lights out for Felix. His body made a wet, thumping noise at it hit the mat.There was a hush. Everyone expected this fight to go the distance. I was more renowned for my stamina than punching power. Welcome to the world of light heavy-weight boxing. My problem with Madi had been I couldn’t touch her. I hadn’t even gone all out with Rhada and I dropped her with two jabs.A good number of 'martial artists’ think of boxing as a primitive fighting form. It is. It has also been around forever because the principles are rather simple and effective. Either don’t get hit, or soak up the hit (particularly for heavier fighters), set your opponent up and clobber then. Felix had meant to control me with his powerful kicks.Both Savate and Muay Thai have excellent fist and elbow blocks and strikes. It is simply difficult to switch your focus from kicking to blocking in the blink of an eye. That was less time than what I gave Felix. Most people think of boxers as freight trains, not snipers. In truth, we are both; locomotives approaching the speed of light (somewhat).Double back to all the options Savate and Maui Thai boxers have. They would never be afraid to take a risky kick because they can block in so many ways. Suddenly the issue became one of distance and balance. The boxer was at the kicker’s ankle at the moment of supposed impact and closing. By the time the kicker realized the kick’s over-extension the boxer was at his knee.The kicker still had a plethora of elbow, arm and hand blocks and grapples; except all his power has gone down that kicking leg, leaving him with on point of balance; his other leg. Sure he could get an arm up, but it only had the strength and weight of that limb to call upon. The upcoming hit? It had the mass times acceleration of the boxer’s body coming at him. Good luck.Felix could have beaten me, except it would have taken time. Closing would have allowed him to use all those nifty elbow, palm and hand strikes. It would have also allowed me to do what boxers to best; box. This wouldn’t give me an advantage, just leveled the playing field a bit. He didn’t want to grapple. I had an entire school devoted to grappling while it was an addendum to what he did.Felix’s saw me go to a boxing stance, and like most practitioners of Savate and Muay Thai, he laughed inside. He was going to make a mockery of me because my style sucked and his styles were the ones that best broke your enemies and caused them pain. He was going to knock me back with his kicks then close in and pummel me with every part of his body before I could slip into jujitsu. It would be lightning fast and bloody.Nice in theory; bad in practice. He should have worn me down with his stronger legs. Things fell apart when I stopped running away after the second kick. I couldn’t do much about the piston kicks. The reverse roundhouse on the other hand…allowed me to get close. I put him off-balance with two jabs, not letting him escape and out came the right with my entire mass behind it. I’ve hit a guy with that before who didn’t go down.He was 160 kg, almost 2 meters tall, a jaw made of chromium-steel and a bar bouncer. When he picked me up off the floor and helped me outside he told me I had a good punch. He wasn’t even angry with me. He was amused. I am far luckier than I deserve. His name was Amos. When I found out he had a sister, I got a good look at her picture to make sure I never, ever hit on her.Felix wasn’t that guy. He also wasn’t getting back up. 'Best’ of all, no one was going see how he was. I hoped I hadn’t killed him, or broken his neck. Before I could go to him I heard a voice behind me.“Is this the part where you take his underwear as a trophy?” Dora asked.“For the love of G; the Goddesses, tell me you are joking,” I gasped.“I got you!” Dora snickered.“Is someone going to help Felix?” I inquired. I sensed a bit of combat etiquette I was ignorant of. My previous Amazon opponents had always came to me when the fight was over and I’d lost.Usually they stood over me until I regained consciousness. Felix wasn’t getting that courtesy. He was being studiously ignored and I would have been separating myself from the 'lioness pride’ to help him. It was moral judgment time; Felix wasn’t worth the grief I’d get for disregarding the lesson the rest of the Amazons were administering.I waited at the closest mat edge, doing my cool-down with Yasmin and a few of my female…I guess I had to consider them friends now. What Felix did in front of them was bad, but they had gone above and beyond in coming to this gym and shattering his sexual anima and turning the crowd against him.Worse, while the 'new’ hires couldn’t justify an official corporate campaign against Felix, at the gym he was vulnerable to a propaganda blitz. By lunchtime tomorrow every woman in the building would know of Felix and his predilections toward the female gender. Amazons would still desire him alright. Felix better watch his precious Henie though in case someone decided to explain to him who was really the boss.After eight minutes, Felix stirred. He leveraged himself, took in his surroundings before letting his gaze settle on me. Any anger over my rudeness was dissipated by the social hostility focused on him. I silently offered up a water bottle. Felix hurriedly sprang up then blew the macho display by nearly tumbling back over.Felix took the water, splashed some in his face then drank the rest.“That was fast,” he finally spoke. “Damn fast.”“It was what it was, Felix,” I stayed neutral. “I hope this settles matter between you and I.” I could read it in his eyes; no way in Hell was this over.“I’ll stay away from Brooke,” Felix conceded. “Until next time.”“It was never about Brooke, Felix,” I sighed. “It was about using a woman to get at me. I never cared about anything like that before yet I do now so just don’t do it.” Felix snorted in amusement. He took up a towel and began drying off as he exited the gym.“He should be…” Oneida got out. I took another gamble.“No, Oneida,” I rested a gentle hand on her shoulder. “He did what a thousand other men would do. He’s an egotistical pain in the ass. He is also a fighter, brave and he refuses to accept defeat easily. You can’t instantly dissect his good qualities from his foul ones.”“It takes time,” Daphne supported me. She was also soothing any anger over the over-familiarity I was showing to Oneida. “Along with the rest of us, Cáel is showing Felix the delicate position men will hold in our world. It is a learning process for all of us.”“Felix is not a good man,” Oneida stated, “not like our Cáel,” she added, clearly crushing on me. Eek!!“Umm…ladies, thank all of you for your help this evening,” I looked over the group around me. “Having the room divided over Felix’s predations wouldn’t have done any of us much good. I’m glad this morning’s encounter was brought to light. Thank you all.” If someone does you a favor, thank them.If it is a woman, make doubly sure you tell them exactly what they did and risked for you. They will appreciate it; it strengthens your bond aka the promise of sex. Yes, I’m a sex-obsessed bad little piglet. The looks my Amazons were giving me told me how well my words were working, except for Yasmin, who seemed terribly amused by the whole romantic spectacle.The resulting shower scene was its own interesting ballet. As a male, I couldn’t be in the center. As a gravitational point in space, the tightest group of Amazons decided on who got into which orbit. Yasmin, despite me being on 'date’ with her, was exiled to the periphery. I wasn’t going to get into a shoving match over a six minute shower.Exiting the building was its own paranoid experience. Yasmin and I were leaving together. She was going to take a taxi home, check up on her son, then circle around to my place. We’d figure out 'where to go out to eat’ from there. Before Yasmin could stop me, I paid the cab for the trip, the wait and the delivery to my place.(The Ash Men; a history dump, for those not interested)I strode into my apartment, bike on my shoulder, when I realized I wasn’t alone. Elsa and Katrina; sigh. Breaking and entering? Disrespecting my domicile? This was not the time to be petty, or a stickler for boundaries. I put my bike in its customary place.“Can I get you something to drink?” I offered as I made my way to the kitchenette.“Lemonade would be nice,” Katrina stated.“What is that orange stuff?” Elsa inquired. Yeah, they searched my place already.“Dark orange, or light orange?” I countered.“The darker one.”“That’s carrot juice,” I informed Elsa.“I’ll try some of that,” she said. I fixed three drinks in tall glasses, handing them out before I joined Katrina on the sofa. Sipping my own lemonade, I turned to face Katrina.“Oneida is becoming a problem,” Katrina began. “She’s told you some things she shouldn’t have.”“The Ash Men,” I sighed. “You two being here makes this nothing but bad news.”“Not so,” Katrina corrected me. “It is a shameful episode in our history; so disgraceful we keep the truth of what really happened a closely guarded secret. Unfortunately, it is something House Arinniti has always felt strongly about and teaches their young.”“Amazons keep rather accurate histories, basing everything on lunar cycles. Our records, with minor gaps, date back to the Great Betrayal,” Katrina began. “By modern parlance, around 1000 BCE, our ancestors stopped a millennia of a nomadic existence to settle in the land between the Váh, Hron rivers and Danube rivers.”“You bitches know who the Magyar are,” I interrupted abruptly. Sure, that region was in current day Slovakia, but it bordered Hungary, my ancestral homeland, even though our residency was separated by over 1500 years.“Of course I know who the Magyar are,” Katrina shook her head mirthfully. “I simply can’t resist busting your balls.”I muttered angrily while avoiding using actual words.“Our numbers were enough to seize and hold the land,” Katrina continued. “For centuries before that, we raided for men from tribes whose land we were moving through. After a few seasons, we disposed of the men and took some more.”“When we chose to settle down, our Council decided to raid distant tribes and steal boys to be raised among our people. At first the males were virtual slaves yet in three generations, our people began seeing males as fathers, brothers and sons. We trained them in crafts. A few generations later, we voted to train them to be guardians; protectors of our hearths while the Host made war.”“For eighteen generations things went well. We prospered, grew rich and strong. The tribes around us feared our wrath which made us proud yet was our undoing. New, stronger tribes migrated into the region from the West; we now know them to be Celts. The genesis of House Epona is from those first meetings. Many Celtic women embraced the Amazon lifestyle.”“Though they knew of our strength, the first of these new tribes quickly went from peaceful coexistence to warfare. The Host crushed them. The problem was that new tribes kept coming and coming. Dirges of Mourning replaced the sweet taste of victory around our fires. We were always winning the key conflicts but our numbers were diminishing.”“The males came to the Council and begged for the opportunity to join the Host in battle. Twice we rejected them. The third time, we relented and allowed a select few males to join us in the fight and for a time the balance was restored. Our doom crept upon us. More conflict resulted in more men taking up arms to fight.”“What the Council could not perceive was the insidious influence of our enemies and it swept upon us on the wings of ravens by night; druids. Masculine deities, ethos and egos combined with our own blind arrogance to bring about our downfall. Constant contact with the Celts brought a different cultural view to our men. They began to question why women should rule.”“Somewhere around the year 680 BCE, it began. It was not a calamity over in a night, or even a week yet once it began there was no stopping it. Most of our males, never fighters, were taken as slaves by their former brothers and their new Celtic masters. Not all fighting males betrayed us. Those males risked their very lives to sneak into fallen towns and villages to rescue their daughters.”“The penalty our enemies exacted on our remaining fighting males was meant to keep the rest in line. They burned those brave men alive, in public. They burned them slowly, in much agony; the druids showed them how it was done. There is no record of any of our fighting males switching sides, or failing to undertake any mission for the Host. We survived as a people because of them.”“When all hope of remaining in our new homes faded, we fled east into the mountains. My ancestors were furious, frightened and shamed. They decided they had let down their guards around men and swore to never do it again. The only obstacle to this way of thinking was the handful of men who risked all for the Host’s survival and still lived.”“They sent those male survivors on one last, suicidal mission. They were to return home and incite the Celts’ wrath against the traitor males. For the Hell they unleashed, the druids were chosen for this final act vengeance. Amazon males slew the druids. The angry Celts fell upon their former allies, slaughtering the lot."Somehow, a tiny band returned to their mistresses. Their return was unexpected. In their absence, the High Priestess and Council decided to rectify their centuries’ old error in judgment. Only a few Houses; Arinniti among them; knows how each Council member voted yet the final decision is something we are dealing with today.”“The 'valiant’ Host went to their defenseless sons and butchered them. When the last Amazon males made it back they were rewarded with death as well. It is recorded that they didn’t even resist, loyal to their last drop of blood. In less than ten minute’s time, the last of the male line of Amazons perished.”“These are the 'Ash Men’ Oneida mentioned. Burned to death by our enemies for their devotion to us, burned to ash by the Host to hide our shame after we killed them for the crime of never betraying us. All full-blooded Amazons are taught about the Second Betrayal; except that last, pathetic and tragic addendum,” Katrina educated me.“Oh shit,” I interrupted. I was sure Katrina had more to tell me but I felt the hideo

MSUE Virtual Breakfast
In the Weeds: Improving Profitability by Installing Conservation Practices Precisely

MSUE Virtual Breakfast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 30, 2022 38:57


In the Weeds Series 10 Episode 5: MSU Extension Educator Monica Jean  and Sarah Fronczak, sit down with Bruno Basso,  Foundation Professor in Crop Modeling at Michigan State University,  to discuss how to transform yield maps into decision making maps around the installation of conservation practices in historically low-yielding areas.  

Catholic Saints & Feasts
November 25: Saint Catherine of Alexandria, Virgin and Martyr

Catholic Saints & Feasts

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 24, 2022 6:08


November 25: Saint Catherine of Alexandria, Virgin and Martyrc. Late third–early fourth centuriesOptional Memorial; Liturgical Color: RedPatron Saint of philosophers, apologists, and all who work with wheelsAn obscure Egyptian wins the double crown of virgin-martyrThe armies of Alexander the Great swept south and east from Greece three hundred and thirty years before the infant Jesus ever gently swayed in His Mother's arms. After Alexander conquered Egypt, he founded a new coastal city and crowned it after himself. Alexandria, Constantinople, Caesarea, Antioch, and numerous other foundations gratified the colossal egos of the mighty men who laid deep foundations and raised high walls to commemorate themselves and their patrons. How different from the Christian era and its venerable custom of naming places in honor of the Lord, Mary, and the Saints—San Francisco, Christchurch, El Salvador, Sao Paolo, Asunción, and on and on. Today's saint—Catherine of Alexandria—appropriates Alexander's name for Christianity, something beyond the imagining of that Greek pagan of old.Saint Catherine of Alexandria was a virgin-martyr from the waning years of the persecuted Church in the early fourth century. Reliable documentation about her life may still lie undiscovered in a dusty codex whose heft is sagging a shelf in a neglected monastic library. Until such authentic corroboration of her life is brought to light, however, the total absence of verifiable facts make Catherine an enigmatic figure. Precisely due to this dearth of biographical information, Catherine's feast day was removed from the Church's universal calendar by Pope Saint Paul VI in 1969.In 2000, Pope Saint John Paul II went on pilgrimage to the Holy Land to properly commence the third millennium. Among the holy sites he visited was Mount Sinai, Egypt, on whose summit Moses received from God the tablets of the Ten Commandments. The Orthodox Monastery on Mount Sinai is named in honor of Saint Catherine, after a legend which holds that her relics were borne there by angels upon her martyrdom. The Orthodox Abbot of the monastery sadly refused to pray with the Pope during his pastoral visit to St. Catherine's. Among the unstated reasons for this rebuff may have been the Church's decision to liturgically suppress Saint Catherine's feast day in 1969. So, in 2002, Pope Saint John Paul II restored Catherine's feast day, perhaps as a generous ecumenical gesture to the family of Orthodox Churches.Devotion to Saint Catherine began in the late first millennium among the Orthodox. Her cult migrated to the West with the crusading knights when they returned from the Holy Land in the twelfth century. Devotion to Saint Catherine exploded in popularity throughout the High Middle Ages until she was one of the most commonly invoked saints in all of Europe. Even a college at England's Cambridge University was established in Catherine's honor in 1473. It is said that Catherine was a beautiful young woman from a noble Alexandrian family who had a miraculous conversion to Christianity, compelling her to make a vow of virginity. Her erudition and persuasive gifts convinced fifty of the Emperor's most able philosophers of the truth of Christianity. Catherine then had further successful forays in converting the Emperor's own household and soldiers. When she rejected the Emperor's romantic entreaties, he sentenced her to be shred to pieces on a spiked wheel. But Catherine's bindings were miraculously loosened and she survived the ordeal, only to then suffer beheading, thus earning the double crown of both virgin and martyr.In the summer of 1425, a young French girl named Joan, standing in her parent's garden, gazed into the mist closely enveloping her and saw something. It was Saint Michael the Archangel and two women wearing rich crowns. One of these women was Saint Catherine of Alexandria. Catherine spoke sweetly and softly to young Joan, saying that she would be Joan's counsel, guide, and protector. She even promised to one day lead Joan to paradise. Years later, when Joan acquitted herself well under questioning by theologians, just as Catherine had done when questioned by philosophers, the townspeople said that Joan of Arc was none other than Saint Catherine of Alexandria come down to earth again.Saint Catherine of Alexandria, your intelligence and devotion led you to be outspoken for Christ. Intercede on behalf of all Christians, making them fearless in their advocacy for, and defense of, the truths of our faith, even to the point of death.

Steamy Stories
Life As A New Hire: Part 3

Steamy Stories

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 23, 2022


Women of any age can drive a man to madness.By FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the podcast at Steamy Stories.Instinct, education and experience are complementary, not in opposition.(Wednesday)The phone rang. The clock was flashing 6:15. Odette snuggled up to me, making cute, happy cat-like noises. Timothy's bed was bigger than mine so I had to reach out to get my mobile device. For the tenth time, I silently thanked Timothy for switching bedrooms with me, though I believed he had chosen to sleep on the sofa instead.“Hello,” I said quietly.“It's Buffy. I'll be there in fifteen minutes,” she stated firmly.“I have a companion over,” I hesitated. “Can you make it twenty-five?”“Who is that, Cáyel Nyilas,” Odette yawned. She liked the way my full name rolled of her tongue.“Who is that?” Buffy grilled me.“She's a sweet young lady I met - the rest is none of your business,” I told Buffy. To Odette, “It is one of my many bosses. After my ‘auto accident' (I couldn't tell a stranger that some psycho bitch - who I had just screwed - had her mentor kick the shit out of me), she brought me home then deposited me at your workplace. My bike is still at work.” I had told Odette I was a cyclist.“Does she think you are sexy?” Odette giggled. I groaned.“81 days, Cáyel,” Buffy reminded me. “81 days,” then she hung up. I wasn't getting my extra ten minutes.“Do we have time…?” Odette wiggled her whole body against mine.“I don't think so. Babe,” I sighed. “All I can do is go down on you then I have to grab a shower and get dressed.” Odette blinked, blinked again, then brightened up incredibly.“If that's all we can do,” she exhibited no regrets as she hurled the covers back. It took me seven minutes to bring her to orgasm.I was good, but I had also torn up Odette pretty badly last night. I had to buy Timothy some more condoms. I felt kinda bad for using the number I did. I raced to the shower, did a Wonder Woman (hold your arms out and spin around a few times in the shower), raced back to Timothy's room - Timothy shot me with his Nerf gun from the sofa (Odette was vocal) - and began dressing.“Odette, stay and get some sleep,” I stroked her cheek. “Timothy heads to work around ten, so if you could head out with him so he can lock up the place. Fix whatever breakfast you like. If it is Timothy, I'll make it up to him.”“You mean beyond letting us use his room?” she fixed me with her feline eyes. I coughed.“Come on, Cáyel Nyilas, this room is plastered with male Calvin Klein models and you have five copies of the Village Voice on your dresser. You are far too proficient with punching all my buttons to be gay,” she pointed out.“Gay men can be very sexually proficient,” I countered.“Cáyel Nyilas (damn, she loved my name), you came five times. I lost track of how many orgasms I had. If you are gay, you aren't in De-Nile, you are in Ethiopia,” she giggled. This wasn't the right moment to brag that I ejaculated eight times last night. Rhada filled up three condoms during our little escapade. I repeat, I have an out of control libido.“Gotta go,” I straddled Odette and gave her a kiss. I deftly avoided the French grapple because I had the feeling that Buffy wasn't the kind to wait patiently.“Timothy…” I mumbled as I sped to the door.“I know - girl - bed - sleeping,” he groaned. As the door shut I heard him add, “at least he's not dull.”I managed not to kill myself tumbling down the stairs in my haste to reach the street. Buffy was waiting and drumming her hands on the steering wheel. I tried the car door - it was locked. A tap on the window earned me a baleful glare. I sighed and fell on my knees.“Please,” I begged. “Please, please, please let me in the car.” I heard a click after ten seconds.“You're late,” she remarked as we sped away. I hastily put on my seat belt.“I apologize,” I tried being obsequious.“You had better be, damn it,” she seethed. Oh…I scented arousal…and jealousy. We drove a few blocks in silence. “Who was it?”“Are we on the clock?” I countered. Pause.“No,” she said in a clipped tone.“None of your fucking business, then,” I growled. “My sex life is none of your concern, Buffy. It is none of your group's concern, so give it a rest.”“Or what?” Buffy's eyes narrowed. I wished she would watch the road.“Thunderdome, Bitch!” I grinned. Oh, she tried. She tried really hard to stay angry with me.“I hate you,” she snickered. She pulled out her phone and handed it to me. It was a picture of Buffy, Katrina, Tessa, Desiree and some woman who looked familiar standing, or kneeling, behind a pile of dead animals. All the ladies had bows, knives and camo gear.“Does the Audubon Society know about this? I'm pretty sure the World Wildlife Fund would have a freaking stroke,” I nodded.“Ladies at Havenstone have a passion for killing things,” Buffy measured me. “I thought you might want to know.”“Why do you use bows?” I questioned. “Don't your boobs get in the way?” Buffy smacked me in the chest - hard. I could have blocked. That would have been counterproductive. No, I grabbed her right boob and gave it a strong squeeze. In retaliation, she hit me again. I grabbed her boob. This went on until we entered the garage. She got in the last hit.“We are on the clock now,” I notified her. She seemed less than pleased. “Very nice, by the way.”“Huh?” Buffy studied.“Sorry. Any continuation of this conversation would constitute sexual harassment,” I sighed.“I am mentally projecting negative emotions your way,” Buffy grumbled.“I believe the totality of your efforts create a positive outlook for me,” I grinned.“Have you ever been skydiving?” Buffy dropped out of the blue on me in the elevator ride up.“With, or without, a parachute?” I inquired. She blessed me with a feral smile.I hurried to Katrina's office, Buffy a step behind me, rumbling like the jaguar she'd performed illegal dentistry on. She wasn't trying to intimidate me. Buffy was trying to mark her territory. I made it to my desk without actually being scent-marked, so I considered the encounter a draw.“Have fun last night?” Katrina inquired without looking up.“More than any one man should have,” I confessed. Further conversation was severed by the arrival of the first of the female ‘new hires'. As Katrina started our little meeting, I surreptitiously put in the work order for my suits. I wasn't sneaky enough for Katrina.“Are you suffering some sort of head trauma that makes you believe you can avoid participation in this meeting?” she purred.“No, Ma - Katrina,” I was contrite. “I had to submit a work order for the business suits Buffy and Helena purchased for me last night so I would stop coming to work dressed like a homeless panhandler.” That killed four of the girls; they failed to stifle their giggles.“Couldn't you have dealt with that on the way in?” Katrina had this glitter in her eyes.“Buffy was attempting to subject me to vehicular homicide,” I replied. “I was afraid for my life on multiple occasions, up to and including her entry into the garage.”“How horrifying for you,” Katrina delivered deadpan.“I had my hands full, I swear,” I placed my hand over my heart.“I suspect that was the case,” Katrina allowed. “Is there anything else you need to take care of while the rest of us wait on you?”“Thank you, yes there is,” I smiled, nodded and began typing away.“I was being facetious, but then you knew that,” Katrina teased. Several girls were openly giggling now.When I finished, I walked around Katrina's desk, went to one knee and lowered my head. Katrina scanned my latest request.“Really?” she was intrigued.“Yes, Ma'am,” I looked up at her. She ran her hands through my hair. “Katrina.”“You are trying,” Katrina remarked. That could read either way. “Go back to your station before I show you where you really belong,” she chuckled. I stood up and fist-pumped.“Woo-who!” I shouted. “I'm going to bed.” That finished them off. Even Fabiola cracked a tiny bit and snickered behind her hand.The real joke they were embracing - making me part of their new breeding program - was the punchline to the joke Katrina and I found amusing. I knew the truth. We received our assignments and left the office.“How did your date with Rhada go last night?” Paula nudged me.“It wasn't a date. It was a corporate appointment,” I corrected. “As for the rest - you don't want to know. Please believe me, you don't want to know.”“I can make you tell us,” Fabiola smirked. The group kept together until I reached Desiree's desk. She was my boss for the day and she was not pleased, or amused.Fabiola saved me.“Sister, compel this one to tell us what happened with Rhada last night,” Fabiola sneered in Hittite. I played dumb which wasn't hard in my fatigued state. Desiree transferred all of her dislike of me into outrage at Fabiola's breach.“Is your blood poisoned?” Desiree seethed. “When they tossed you off the rocks, did you bounce back up, or are you so arrogantly stupid you would flaunt one of our most basic safeguards?”“You are only half the woman you could have been,” Fabiola shot back.By the way Desiree flew out of her chair that was a deadly insult. I put my body between them and grabbed Desiree by her upper arms.“Release me,” she yelled, her hate returned its focus to me.“You are my boss,” I explained calmly. “I most join you in your battles. Is this a battle you truly want to fight, here and now?”“Release me at once,” Desiree commanded.“One of us hiding behind a man,” Fabiola mocked Desiree. Daphne punched her. “Ow!”“Care to try that on me?” Daphne challenged Fabiola. “My family's prestige has never been called into question.” I was starting to think they meant genetic purity.“Buffy would not want me to let you come to harm,” I whispered to Desiree then released her. It was that hunting photo that made me make that leap. Desiree glared at me. A slap followed, but it wasn't all that hard.“Do not touch me without permission, Cáyel Nyilas,” she commanded in a clear voice.The matter was almost settled.“Come on,” Desiree barked. I had one final bit to take care of.“Daphne, thank you. Helena says you are coming along really well. Maybe we could have a few drinks after hours and you can give me some pointers,” I requested.Daphne seemed to mull that over. We had moved past the entrapment phase to the 'male in the bull pen - what do we do with him now' phase.“I'll think about it,” Daphne shot me this sexually curious look. Off they went and I had to sprint to catch up with Desiree who hadn't stopped to listen to my conversation with Daphne.“Do not be flippant with me,” Desiree grumbled. “I am not Buffy.”“Of course you are not,” I nodded. “Katrina values your counsel and she trusts you.”“You know nothing,” Desiree groused.“Really? Helena and Buffy were sent away with me yesterday afternoon - you stayed,” I began.“This male internship program is the brainchild of Katrina and Tessa. Maybe she thinks that I'm in danger, thus her program, so she chooses you to safeguard me - no other,” I added. “I don't think much of my place here as an individual, but I represent something of value to our boss. If that is the case, how much does she value and respect you?”“Do you ever shut up?” she glared at me.“Is that a question, or a veiled order?” I grinned. She glared some more. I kept quiet. Desiree had to enter a special code to gain us access to Basement Level 3. A short trip down a drab concrete hall illuminated a door and two Amazon's guarding it.Desiree's ID card allowed her access. Mine did not. The security types verified my permission to be there, then verified it again. Finally, one pulled Desiree and questioned her. With great reluctance, the guards let me into the room. Their caution made sense. This was the Havenstone Corporate HQ armory.This was not a few guns in a case with handful of wall sconces. Nope, this was an ATF gun-gasm, White Supremacist Nirvana, and a Gangster's Paradise all rolled into one. Desiree went to one table, lifted and examined one 9mm Walther PPQ, loaded the clip and gave it to me.“It has no safety, so be careful,” she notified me. She tossed the shoulder holster and two spare magazines my way.As she readied her own weapon set, I put on my shoulder holster and secured my weapon.“This is nuts, Desiree,” I stated. “I'm not ex-military. I'm not a security officer, bodyguard, or assassin either.”“Don't get hysterical,” Desiree snorted. “This is a simple assignment. We are going to pick up some school children and take them to their exclusive academy.”“Besides, on your resume, you claimed to have a passing familiarity with a number of firearms,” she grunted.“What do I do if we are stopped by the cops?” I inquired.“Go to jail.”With that sterling pep-talk, we exited the bunker with a variety of weapons - mostly Desiree's because she was clearly anticipating the end of the world. She stored the weapons in our new, armored car while I stood close by acting like a weapons dispenser. According to established routine, I was given no specific instructions until we arrived on site where I was then supposed to instantly absorb the knowledge.I gave that some thought. Havenstone knew their male hires had academic success. Given twenty-four hours, we could memorize anything. The Amazons, being a militant culture, were testing us to see how quickly we thought on our feet. It was still mean. As we pulled up to our Brownstone destination, I was given our mission.Desiree was to go into the house, retrieve three schoolgirls, Aya (9), Europa (13) and Loraine (16), and bring them into the car. I was to wait on the stoop, hold the car door for them and keep my yap shut. By insisting I not use flippancy, Desiree had cut off my conversation at the knees.“Woman, grey coat at the North corner,” Desiree muttered to me as we started up the stairs. She went inside; I stayed on the stoop. Thankfully, my sojourn into Amazon politics had strengthened my ability to ignore the obvious and appreciate the benign. Two women were meandering up from the South and the woman to the North had gained a companion before Desiree returned. The girls came out first.At the bottom step I caught sight of movement. I turned and stopped the children from advancing.“Hey,” the Loraine squawked.“Cáyel…” Desiree got out.“Two to the North and two to the South - closing in,” I whispered.She did a casual scan.“Take them to the car,” Desiree ordered. I thought that was pretty stupid. If a murder/kidnapping was in the offing, getting the kids back inside seemed more prudent. I hesitated. She glared. I swallowed my instincts and began sheparding the girls down the stairs.The moment the third child's feet hit the sidewalk, both groups of women began speeding up. I was trying to hustle the girls to the car's back door when a van came speeding up out of nowhere. I wasn't going to get door open in time.“Down!” I shouted as I used my superior size to press my three wards down and against the car. The van screeched to a halt and the sliding door opened.I drew, aimed over the top of the car and fired the pistol twice without even thinking that I was murdering somebody. I heard Desiree firing to the North. The woman in the van door slumped back. A second one tried to untangle herself so I put two bullets in her as well. I took a step and a half South, kneeled to shelter the girls with my body and began firing at the two southern women running my way.I put two bullets into each of them - missing every shot. Crap. Suddenly, as I was shoving a new clip into my semi-automatic pistol, the eldest child broke and ran for the stairs. I looked over my shoulder. Desiree was down. One woman remained coming from the North. I hurled my body at Loraine, taking her down. I landed us on my shoulder then rolled to cover her.I brought up the pistol and fired twice at the northern woman.“Cease fire!” an unfamiliar female voice commanded. The northern woman stopped. As I swung my pistol South, I noticed Desiree sitting up. The two women in the van were coming back to life too. Three women I didn't recognize were coming down the Brownstone steps.The lead female was clearly in charge. She approached me and extended a hand.“Male - pistol,” she demanded. I rose to me knees, pulling away from her and yanking Loraine behind me.“Lady, I don't know you,” I growled. “I'm not giving you my gun, or the girls, until someone tells me what's going on.”I was contemplating how bad her punch/slap/kick was going to be when Loraine laughed.“That was fun,” she exulted. “He tackled me and everything.”“Cáyel,” Desiree ordered, “give her the gun.” I wasn't happy, but I did hand over the weapon.“It was loaded with blanks, Moron,” the leader smirked. “We would never let a man with a loaded weapon around our children.”“Thank God,” I mused. “I couldn't understand how I missed those two down South.”“What makes you think you would have hit them?” she sneered. I pulled Loraine up with me as I resumed my feet then put her behind me.“What makes you think your brain isn't as blank as the bullets you gave me?” I glared.“Watch your tongue, Male,” she glared right back.“You threatened three children under my care,” I grumbled. “Be happy I don't plant you on your ass.” She looked more than happy to throw down.“They were never your children to protect,” Desiree spoke up. “This was a training exercise.”I looked over my shoulder at the other two girls. They were smiling at me. This had been fun for them. The only one who didn't know this was fake was me. I groaned.“Clip,” the leader snapped. I handed it over without protest. I'd used the other spare. She turned to Desiree. “Take them to school.”The five of us piled into the car and drove away. It was less than stunning that I didn't get a new firearm. I was sitting in the front passenger seat, feeling morose and angry when Europa spoke.“That was really brave,” she commented. “You did much better than the lady last spring. She went nuts.”“Really”, I swiveled so I could see their faces and make sure they weren't pulling something on me.“Oh, yeah,” Loraine chuckled. “She ran right at the two down the street, firing as she went. Totally missed the van rolling up. Forgot she was supposed to protect us.”“She got high marks for marksmanship,” Europa told me, “but we never saw her again.”“You smell nice,” Aya beamed little kittens my way.“He smells like sex,” Loraine giggled.“Starting with the fact that you are underage, add my desire to live and we end up with us not having his conversation,” I winked.“I've never seen a man as pretty as you even at school. The boys in my class are such jerks. They say I'm a freak because I have no Daddy,” Aya went from happy to a frown.“When I was in grade school, they called me a freak too, Aya,” I met her gaze. “The difference is, I deserved it. I was a rude, mean person.”“Not having a Daddy doesn't determine if you are a freak; how you behave does. You are a very nice woman so they should be nicer to you. You are not a freak. Trust me, I'd know it if you were,” I gave Aya a warm smile and tapped her nose playfully.“Whomever controls you did a good job,” Europa observed.“No,” Desiree snapped. The children must have been briefed on my status as well as spent a lifetime disguising their true culture.“Europa, I am controlled by Katrina. I'll relay your compliment. She has delegated me to Desiree for the day, which means I'm with you three this morning,” I answered despite Desiree's disapproval.The private academy was for the wealthy; gender was not an issue. Security checked our ID's before they let us disgorge our precious cargo.“Desiree, can Cáyel Nyilas walk me to class this morning?” Aya requested. The look Desiree burned my way was intimidating.“Of course, Aya,” Desiree relented. “Cáyel, only take as much time as necessary.”“Nos morituri te salutamus,” I grinned. I knew that was overly dramatic. How tough could a room full of third graders be? Aya took me by the hand and led me in. Wow! Her teacher was a hottie. A quick glance suggested she was unmarried and very interested in me.“Ms. Reichmann, this is my Daddy,” Aya announced loudly. Ms. Reichmann's eyes flicked down to notice my lack of a wedding band. I knelt so that I was eye to eye with Aya.“Aya, honey, Father has to talk to Ms. Reichmann in private for a moment. Please take your seat and I'll see you before I leave,” I smiled paternally at Aya. She skipped to her seat.“Ulyssa,” Ms. Reichmann bit her lower lip.“Ulyssa, is there a place where I can talk with you in private?” I asked with open innocence and a heavy undercurrent of passion. It turned out there was an unused conference room at the end of the hall.I left Ulyssa with a smoldering look that guaranteed me a call-back. If any of the kids had the faintest idea why she was so flushed, short of breath and happy, they gave no hint. Aya took excessive pride in showing her 'Daddy' off to all her classmates. Any time I detected a bully, I gave the 'I'm keeping an eye on you' glare. I was whistling as I returned to the car.“28 fucking minutes!” Desiree screamed at me.“I had a little chat with Aya's teacher. I thought it would be nice if Ms. Reichmann was aware that Aya was unhappy,” I reduced our love-making to the bare bones, 'no mention of sex' facts. “She said she'd keep a special eye out for Aya.”“That wasn't your job,” Desiree seethed. We started driving away.“I doubt you'll listen to my…” I go out.“Shut up,” she interrupted. “You have nothing to say that I want to hear.”“You shut up and imagine for a second I don't hate you and that I'm pretty good reading women in a way you are unaccustomed to,” I snapped back.“Katrina is going to be hard pressed to save you from this outburst,” she sneered vindictively.“How about this; Katrina saw potential in you so she's given you a chance to restore your prestige. What you are failing to understand is the underlying concept of family at Havenstone. This means they put a premium on their children - their female children,” I suggested.“Protecting the next generation can't be a job for you. It wouldn't be for them. To those women, perpetuating their families is all-important and you must see it as an obligation handed down to you by all your Havenstone predecessors.” See, I avoided saying blood lines and their fucked up Amazon heritage.“I don't know what your mother did wrong. Whatever it is, Katrina doesn't care and she's the one that really matters,” I prodded. “Useless pricks like Fabiola won't be of any use to you even if they did like you. Thus endeth the male blathering.”“How do you know it was my Mother?” Desiree asked after several minutes driving.“Desiree, your father could have done a fan dance on a table at the Presidential Inaugural Dinner and the women of Havenstone wouldn't give a damn. From Fabiola's big mouth, I'm guessing your mother married a guy that the family didn't approve of. In the status-obsessed corporate culture we are stuck with, that has to be pretty dreadful,” I finished.We were almost at Havenstone's Corporate HQ before Desiree spoke. She had been positively grim, far beyond her normal grumpiness.“I killed them,” she stated in a cold, emotionless voice.“Who?”“My parents. When my aunt found me and told me about my true heritage and what my parents had done, I killed them,” Desiree answered in the same lifeless tone.“I'm not going to lie to you. That's totally fucked up, but then I'm not you and I don't have to walk in your shoes,” I mused. “I'm certainly not going to give you sympathy, or pity.”“You are a horrible person for not having the strength of character to allow your mother and father to live with the choices they made. Killing them was a totally selfish act. Before you say 'you wouldn't understand', let me tell you that's bullshit. Like you, I had a mother and father. My Mom is dead and I miss her every day. I think you miss them and that's why you are so damn bitter.”“I should kill you for that liberty,” Desiree informed me.“Bring it, Kitten,” I scoffed. “I'd kick your ass.”“What inspires that delusion?” she turned to me. We had parked in the garage by this time.“I have righteous fury on my side. Against that, you have no defense,” I grinned.“I warned you against flippancy,” she reminded me.“Is that a demand that I present my righteous fury for your examination?” I countered. Silence. We went through the security rigmarole, put up the firearms. As we were leaving, I turned to Desiree.“You would think those two educationally-challenged bimbos would have warned me I was carrying blanks,” I griped. The two security babes' posture turned all agro on me.“I really should leave you here with them for a few hours,” Desiree threatened.“Have I told you recently how much I find you to be a kind, beneficent, wise and gifted teacher and sensei?” I faux-pleaded.“Shut up,” she grunted as we made my getaway.“I think I know why Katrina tolerates you,” Desiree told me after a few second in the elevator.“To try everyone else's patience?” I guessed.“Precisely,” she shoved me. “Stop being overly clever. It is unattractive in a male.”“Stranger danger!” I shouted (still in the elevator) as I backed into the far corner. “Stranger danger!”“If I had a gun, I would shoot you,” she glared. There was a glimmer of amusement as well.“At this range, you would probably miss,” I taunted her playfully.Desiree trembled with conflicting emotions. She gave in, stepped up and punched me in the chest. I kept laughing so she hit me again, but she was letting a tiny smile creep across her lips too.“Damn you,” she ground her teeth, fighting her happiness. “Fine. Cáyel, to my side.” There I went.“Kneel.” I knelt. The elevator doors opened, Desiree stepped out, turned to gaze into my eyes then cruelly smiled as the doors shut and the elevator continued up. The looks I got from women as they accessed the device was priceless. It took a while for one to break the silence.“What are you doing?” she inquired.“My boss told me to kneel here,” I explained, “so here I kneel. In nine hours, if I can still walk, I'm going home and taking a long, hot bath.”“You are just going to stay there for nine hours?” another woman groused.“I'm an intern. An order is an order and it isn't like she's forgotten where she left me.”“Our male intern isn't nearly this nice,” a third lady commented. “We call him the Chinchilla. When he isn't acting as if he's somehow valuable, he scurries about like a rodent.” That would be Brian I was willing to bet. The women in the elevator were suddenly self-conscious they'd talked that way around another male intern.“Do you have a nickname?” the third one tried to make light of the faux-pas.“I think there are three in the running: 'come here', 'kneel', and 'shut up'. When I hear one of those, I assume they are talking to me,” I joked. They snickered. God, I could have an orgy in this elevator. Thank goodness my libido was still slaked from nailing Ulyssa the teacher.“Where are you?” Desiree snapped over the phone eight minutes later. I had her on speaker.“I'm right where you left me,” I grinned. There was a new crowd in my box. I was getting the impression the word of my fate was circulating around the building and women were slipping over to see for themselves.“Are you an idiot?” she grumbled.“I'll leave the evaluation of my mental facilities to the experts, oh glorious Boss of mine,” I replied. “I would like to report there are two wonderful ladies from International Finance putting a shipping label on me as we speak,” I lied. From the look of one of the ladies, that wasn't such a bad, or far-fetched, idea.“Stand. Get off the elevator on the fourteenth floor and go to Conference Room L,” Desiree commanded. “Do you need to write out your orders in crayon?”“I'd prefer you use body paint,” I bantered. The ladies around me didn't know what to make of the exchange.“81 days, Jackass,” Desiree promised balefully.“I tremble in anticipation - no, wait, that's fear,” I snorted in amusement.“You are very irreverent,” a lady onboard observed. This wasn't a good thing in her mind.“I apologize, Ma'am. Reverence required me to become a eunuch and no job is worth my jewels in a jar,” I bowed.“I will report your poor attitude and mockery of your assignment to Tessa,” she vowed.“Very well, Ma'am…” I started.“Astarte,” she gave her name.“Very well, Astarte.”“Please consider that I am doing precisely what I've been told to do and that my humor has made multiple travelers on this elevator smile,” I continued. “Happy employees are more productive employees and barring being given something productive to do with my time, I've decided to give busy women a small bit of amusement.”Astarte had no good comeback to my defense. I didn't doubt Katrina and Tessa would get hate mail no matter what I said. The fourteenth floor job turned out to be transporting something from a director's safe to a bank vault. Drudgery followed - laundry, dinners, delivering a new car (I drove the company car back; Desiree drove the new car), picking up my suits and ending off where the day began - school.I had barely exited the car when I heard a little girl scream “There's my Daddy”. I sensed this was going to be a problem in the future. Aya didn't come running up to me. No, she made sure every classmate she could reach knew her 'Daddy' was here to take her home. Things got 'better' when she and some friends approached.“Mr. Ruger (Aya's family name), is it true you are a spy?” a rather aggressive male classmate asked. I took a deep breath. My gaze made Aya looked down, embarrassed. I could sense her tormentors closing in. I knelt in front of Aya and tilted her chin up so we were eye to eye.“Now, Sugar,” I addressed her, “we've had this discussion before. You can't tell people what Daddy does. That would put a lot of good people's lives in danger.”“I expected better of you, Aya. You must never tell strangers what I do for a living. Don't forget that,” I chastised her. Turning my focus to the surrounding children, “Forget that Aya ever told you I was a spy. Otherwise, bad things might happen to our family. Understood?”They nodded, eyes wide with shock and fear.See, Aya's Daddy WAS a spy, but no one could talk about it or people would die. In the eyes of a nine year old, that was so cool, if scary. The thing was, I hadn't lied. I had been evasive. We had been on the road for two minutes when Loraine conveyed a concept she was having difficulty with.“Thank you, Cáyel,” she told me. “That was a very nice thing you did for Aya.” I had to think of the clearest way to express why I had done what I had done, circumstances included.“I'm not a father, but if I was and Aya was my daughter, I would defend her as the situation warranted - physically, or verbally.”“They pay you to be with us,” Europa grumbled. I laughed - hard enough to hurt my sides.“Europa, Havenstone doesn't have enough money to keep me on this job,” I chuckled.“Why do you do it then?” Loraine leaned forward.“If I make it three months, I get a date with Desiree,” I lied.“Do you think she's pretty?” Europe prodded.“No. She scares me. If I quit, I have to take her out on a date the next day,” I continued fibbing.“Stay at Havenstone. You can do better than dating a half-breed,” Loraine stated. I digested that.“Loraine, your weakness sickens me,” I gave her a pained look. “Unsettling an opponent is acceptable. Insulting an ally is a quality of an immature and insecure mind.”“You don't talk to me like that,” Loraine spat.“Or what?” I mocked her. “Are we going to stop the car and take this fight to the sidewalk?”“If we do that, I'm going to spank your pathetic ass and we both know it,” I grumbled. “No, you'll have to hide behind Desiree and her sisters - the women you just insulted with an issue that is no one's business but hers. Are you going to show some courage and agree to fight me, or are you going to be worthy of your family, show some respect and apologize?”“I don't want her apology,” Desiree stated blandly.“I'm not doing it for you,” I told Desiree. “I'm doing it for her. She should have the chance to not grow up ignorant and rude.” Loraine was forming up an angry retort.“Cáyel, please stop,” Aya pleaded.“Of course, Aya,” I smiled at her.“We are not finished. You are the one who is rude and ignorant,” Loraine persisted. I ignored her. “I'm going to get you fired.” Ignored again. “Say something!” Kept ignoring her. She hit my shoulder. Ignored yet again. She finally sat back in her seat, crossed her arms and sulked.“Why won't you talk to my sister?” Europa inquired. I assumed she meant Loraine.“Economy of motion,” I answered. “She's not listening to me and she's upsetting Aya. Arguing with Loraine would only upset Aya more while accomplishing nothing.”“You are a jerk,” Loraine seethed. Oh fuck…I knew that tone. How could I have missed it?“She thinks you are hot,” Europa smirked. Ah, sibling rivalry. Loraine prepared to hit Europa.“In two more years I can tell her what a beautiful young woman she is,” I 'told' Europa. “For now, I work for her family and she's underage.”“You think I'm beautiful?” Loraine perked up, anger forgotten. The wonder of teenage hormones.I didn't respond to Loraine, which renewed her fury.“Do you think I'm prettier?” Aya jumped in.“Well, you don't have Loraine's deep blue eyes and Junior Miss physique, but you have the cuter smile and the boundless spirit of a winner,” I winked at Aya. Loraine flipped back to pleased.“What about me?” Europa prodded.“Oh, you are a total hag,” I sighed sadly. “It hurts me to look at you.” Europa's jaw dropped then she hit me repeatedly.“I give. I give,” I surrendered. The conflict was resolved for the rest of the trip.Aya was upset that Desiree wouldn't let me take her into the family's brownstone. After the chore was done, Desiree was non-communicative. I made it through the End of Day meeting intact with the hint that I actually did a good job. A bizarre conflict developed as I made my way to the elevator in my biking gear and a bulging dress bag - I was taking a taxi home.Buffy and Helena collided with the 'new hires' over who had the right to bombard me with sexual innuendo. I dodged any discussion on Rhada, blushed through my hart cords saga as well as my solo attempt at moose hunting, and all fishing expeditions concerning my dinner with Katrina.In the middle of my workout back at home, I got a call from the Desk Sergeant's daughter. Her name was Nikita Kutuzov - NYPD rookie patrolwomen and she exuded this raw confidence tempered with a suspicious nature. We agreed to meet for dinner. When we sat down at this Polish deli she frequented, she got down to brass tacks.“Have you ever been in a committed relationship?” was her lead in question.“Define a committed relationship,” I countered.“The answer would be 'no',” she sighed.“Why should I go out with you?” was her next point of attack.“I have a plethora of bizarre knowledge, I laugh at danger and have an incessant desire to learn,” I answered. That won me some points.“How much do you make a year?” she inquired.“Go to the bathroom, take off your panties then come back and give them to me,” I responded.Her eyes narrowed.“Your request was about as rude as mine,” I sighed. “Listen, if you are looking for an excuse to not go out with me, I'll spill some water on the table, you can tell your mother I was clumsy and call it a night,” I suggested. She glared, I looked bored then she got up and left.I wasn't worried for a second. A girl hadn't dumped me on the first date in three years. When she returned Nikita passed her undies under the table. I took the offering and deftly pocketed them.“$237,000 a year,” I confessed. Nikita choked on her soda. “I do dangerous work.”When I said 'fat paycheck' I meant 'FAT PAYCHECK'. In retrospect, this was the shiny lure they hooked us pompous 'Cream of the Crop' doofuses with. My pay was probably a clerical error as I would have taken the job for far less.“But you just got out of college,” she choked. “Do you weapon test plutonium, or what?”“I really can't talk about my job, Nikita. Most of it is mindless stuff a trained chimpanzee could do yet falls within the purview of corporate confidentiality,” I told her. “I am on call 24/7, which is a bit sucky - reference my salary again. I also get long- and short-term disability, major medical, eye, dental and health insurance plus a generous life insurance policy and a 401K.”“They have you doing illegal things, don't they?” she leaned across the table.“I refuse to answer on the grounds I'm on a date with a law enforcement agent,” I parried.“I can't date a criminal,” she cautioned.“Would it help if I promise to never get caught?” I tried to look innocent.“That's a ringing endorsement for me leaving right now,” she grinned. She wasn't doing that. They never did. It is not that women are sluts. I exude the promise of great, guilt-free sex and each one believes they are going to be the one that reels me in and tames me. This despite all the evidence to the contrary - namely that I do this with every woman I meet.We finished eating, bought some drinks to go and took a walk. Somewhere along the way, I slipped my arm around her waist. Nikita took thirty seconds to bring it up.“What's with this?” she prodded.“I like the feel of your body close to mine, Nikita. If it bothers you, I'll stop,” I offered.She didn't stop me; she reciprocated the gesture and carried on. We talked about growing up; me in Chicago and her in New York City, missing one parent (her father divorced her mom, my mother having died of cancer) and having the other parent work long hours. She'd graduated from Queens College with a degree in Criminal Justice then gone to the Police Academy - she was a year older than me.We parted ways outside the Deli. I gave her a tender French kiss. She wanted more. I wanted a second date so we parted ways with Nikita looking over her shoulder and grinning at me as she walked away. Girls like it when you only have eyes for them. My bicycle had barely gotten on the road home when my phone rang - work.I had to go to corporate and meet up with Desiree. I called her and gave her my location - I was in the wrong direction, farther from the workplace than normal. She grudgingly agreed the best course of action was to come get me, though the purpose of the assignment wasn't given. Desiree didn't utter a word as she picked me up and drove to the work site.We ended up at the children's house. Desiree parked the car and led me, in my bike clothes, up the steps of the townhouse. The looks we were greeted with weren't promising. The woman at the door was an older version of Loraine - not her twin but closely related. I had barely crossed the door sill when the nature of the problem became evident.Aya was screaming. Desiree and I were kept in the entryway for a minute until a more mature woman came gliding down the stairs, clearly steamed and, upon seeing me, livid with rage.“What have you done to my child?” the older woman seethed.“I'm not sure what you are talking about,” I answered.“He did nothing more than his job,” Desiree's defense of me came out of nowhere. “He engaged himself in the welfare of your daughter. I was there the entire time.”“Come this way,” the older woman beckoned. Desiree, the woman from the door and me followed her up two flights of stairs to Aya's room.Loraine and Europa had stepped out of their rooms and were observing us.“There,” the woman - Mom - pointed me into the room.“Cáyel,” Aya squealed. “You came.” She was sitting in bed with her arms outstretched. I crossed the distance, sat down and hugged her.“Now what seems to be the problem?” I tapped her nose.“I…I - ah - wanted you to tuck me in,” she mumbled.“As your Daddy, or as Cáyel?” I questioned.“As my Daddy,” she murmured.“I am not your Daddy, Aya,” I explained. “I am your friend, and your guardian upon occasion, but I am not worthy of being your Father. You are a very special girl and I am the son of a working stiff from Chicago. With your Mom's and Katrina's permission, I would gladly help you convince the World that I am your Daddy. We must remember that this is not real, okay?”“Why can't you be my real Daddy?” Aya asked. 'Because your Mommy would bite my dick off' didn't seem the politically correct thing to say.“Life can be very harsh, Aya. We all face different challenges. Since life has not provided you with a Daddy, you must find a way to get by without one,” I said. “Now let me tuck you in.”We hugged, I tucked her in, kissed her on her forehead then waited around a few seconds while she held my adult hand in her tiny mitt. As I left, the Mother cut off the light and shut the door.“Good night, Cáyel,” Europa and Loraine called out. I waved, but kept my peace. Downstairs, it was a bit less pleasant.“I will report this egregious breech of conduct to Katrina. You are dismissed,” she waved her hand.“Really?” I perked up.“Cáyel, don't,” Desiree cautioned me.“Oh, come on,” I pleaded. “Desiree, what is the penalty for tucking a little girl into bed? Wait - wait, are they going to get me for NOT embarrassing a child in public? Is it because I accepted a female's gender-appropriate pet name?”“Shut up,” Desiree demanded sedately.“Yes ma'am - Desiree,” I sighed.“The charges will be murdering our patience, insolence, irreverence and not being able to follow simple commands - like 'Cáyel don't',” she explained. I could swear she was mocking our hostess except that wasn't like Desiree. She had no sense of humor.“Do you think this is funny, Half-blood?” Mom mocked.“No. He is a jester and I'm superior to him because, unlike you, Pure-blood, I can tell the difference between his juvenile antics and him being a viable threat,” Desiree reposed. “Funny is Cáyel throwing his body on top of your eldest daughter, sacrificing himself to save her life only to be treated by you as a common household pest.”“It was a test,” Mom said.“He didn't know that,” Desiree countered, “or are you claiming he fooled me and the entire security detail?” Insulting Desiree was okay in Mom's book. Insinuating those stone-cold bitches who scared the crap out of me this morning were incompetent wasn't.“I repeat, you are dismissed,” Mom seethed. This time we took our leave. Desiree remained lost in her own thoughts as she drove me home.“Thank you,” I said when we were close.“For what?” she murmured.“No specific cause. I reason that if I say 'thank you' a few thousand times, one day you'll say it to me,” I looked at her through the corner of my eye.“Hold your breath,” Desiree commanded. “Hold your breath until I repeat the words 'thank you'.”There was really no way around that. I practiced breath-control techniques I had learned from swimming and diving, making the most of what air I had. Desiree was heartless. I broke the two minute mark, which wasn't bad given my lack of preparation. I leaned forward, panting for breath and looking down.“You might want to appreciate that you are not perfect, can't do everything and should reacquaint yourself with your limitations,” Desiree commented.“Thank you, Desiree,” I gasped. That was some of the best advice I'd received on the job to date.“You are welcome, Cáyel,” she said serenely. In her culturally limited way, Desiree had allowed me a tiny space in her world - Immature Student Lackey. “Be at work thirty minutes early.” With that, I exited to my apartment and belatedly got to my workout. Timothy was out on a date so I had to bolt out of the shower to get whomever was at the door when the doorbell rang.“I must redeem my prestige by breaking your spirit, Cáyel Nyilas,” Rhada snarled then leapt to the attack. I was standing there, dripping wet, with my hand clenching the towel tightly around my waist. Mortal Combat - the pornographic edition. Rhada was feisty yet I had the feeling she was more into our fight as a contact sport than a real effort to subdue me.I wasn't aware that there was an oral appliance that allowed you to give a blowjob without having the recipient bite your dick off. Timothy had one in his toy box. Rhada and I tried it out, but I got the feeling she didn't get much from the experience. I felt like I was at a glory hole. After that, things got better.I clued in that Rhada's key focus of arousal was being forced to pleasure me. Under threat of something horrible (mostly in her imagination), hands bound behind her back, she'd fuck me in every imaginable way and she was even becoming passible at fellatio. Binding her legs was actually counterproductive. If I wanted to pin her legs, she liked it if I wrestled with her.I keep pushing myself to keep up with her. When someone screamed in pain, my gut instinct was to succor them. For Rhada, it was a signal for her wanting more. I'd really helped her through some serious frustrations, and a great deal of sweat, when the phone rang. Rhada was facing me, bouncing in my lap with her ball gag back in (she liked to bite during climax).“Hello?” I said.“Hey Cáyel Nyilas, it is Odette. Whatchya doing tonight?” my waitress bed-buddy asked.“I'm bored out of my skull, doing something worthless,” I answered. “Do you want to come over, or do we want to meet at your place tonight?”“Ah - um - I live at home with my parents,” she confessed.“Come on over. I need to clean up a mess first,” I told her. “See you soon.” With that, I hung up and looked into Rhada's eyes. “You really are a worthless mess.” She sobbed. “What are you crying about you disgraced harlot? Are you surprised I'd want to be with a real woman?”“You are a disgusting piece of filth so that's how you deserve to be treated; not like a true tower of femininity,” I continued to press her buttons. She was really upset and absolutely erotically active. I was starting to get worried about the vigor she was pounding me with. Sadly, I had some plans to implement before Odette arrived. I kept Rhada on my lap, swiveled us off the bed and fished out a few restraints.Rhada wrapped her powerful legs around my waist. Using a combination of thigh, stomach and vaginal muscles, the Indian Princess kept working my cock with every bit of imagination she could muster. We traveled out to the workout area. I leaned over the weight bench, pressed Rhada down and put a hand around her throat.Honestly, all this cruelty and humiliation was grating on me. Sure, I knew Rhada was evil, as was her entire culture. The thing was, I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. I didn't think I had it in me to harm, or murder, a person who was not an immediate threat. The reality was twofold. If I didn't do this for Rhada, she'd find someone else who would, with the likelihood of grievous harm coming to her.Also, I could do without her holding a grudge for my kicking her ass then rejecting her amorous advances. For now, I played her game with the added benefit that tonight was a 'freebie' - not in my cue.“Bitch, I'm going to tie you down and ruin you until you can't walk straight. Fight back and I'm going ram two dildos into you and leave them on all night long,” I threatened.I could see her thinking about it as I gave her some more crushed ice to drink. In the end, she allowed her feet to be bound separately then her hands bound together over her head. Once she was secure, I leaned in and whispered in her ear.“I lied, Rhada. I'm going to shove two vibrators in anyway,” Rhada thrashed about against her bonds.After lubing up both sex toys, I worked them into her pussy and ass. She wiggled and shifted about a few times, but her heart wasn't in it. She was too clearly looking forward to the torturous pleasure coming her way. I cut them both on then, because I could, I put on three vibrating eggs; one on her clit and the others for each nipples. That drove her wild. I readied the last part of my plan.“Rhada,” I leaned in and spoke softly, “I'm putting your phone in your hand. Press the 'send' button and it will call my phone. I'll come get you. Don't drop it. Rhada?” Her wild eyes flashed about, gained some clarity and met my gaze. She nodded her understanding. Now I had to worry that she would drop the phone on purpose just to add to her torment.I drew the makeshift curtain that separated our workout space from the rest of the living room, cut on the TV to mute the sound of moaning and vibrators. While cleaning up in the bathroom, I realized I had to dump my condom. Doing two girls with the same one was beyond thoughtless and gross.My drawstring shorts were barely cinched up when the doorbell rang. Thankfully it was Odette. Extra special was Odette wanted to get freaky with me - she brought a dildo and some lube. The problem with having a vast variety of sex was that fewer and fewer things were new and remembering how exciting it was your first time with a given kink gets tougher.Odette decided that conversation was overrated as she waltzed through the door. She showed me her toy, grabbed my hand and led me to my bedroom. I helped her undress, which she liked. Then she threw me down and raped me. She was even all excited about rolling her first condom on. She hadn't been a virgin last night, only lacking in confidence.Tonight, she was a beast (in her mind). After our first noisy, moist round, Odette 'discovered' another pleasure; namely sitting up, riding my cock and getting into an in depth discussion about our relationship - sigh. When a woman thinks it is casual sex it is casual sex. When a man thinks it is casual sex it could be any Goddamn thing.To Odette's credit, she was willing to talk about things she'd like to do, didn't get too upset when she finally pried out of me that I'd been with more than a dozen women, and she took suggestions well. She liked to talk about mutual interests, cuddled without being needy and asked if what she was doing made me feel good in a way that didn't make her sound insecure.At 2:10 my phone buzzed. Odette barely murmured then rolled over and went back to sleep. It was Rhada. Sneaking out wasn't so difficult. I stealthed to the bathroom, got a wet wash cloth and a towel, followed that up with a trip to get some chilled bottled water and finished up at Rhada's side.She was barely there at all. My hands flew over her body in the dim light then I pulled her into my lap on the floor.“Rhada?” I called to her gently.“Kill you,” she whispered. She was okay.In my sleep-deprived state I missed her initially looking at me. Her eyes were unfathomable. I pressed the water to her lips and let her drink in small sips. Five minutes later, she was in better shape mentally and physically.“Why?” she asked.“Sometimes it is a matter of why not?” I replied.“You hate me,” she furrowed her brow.“What gave you that idea?” I reposed.“You are a man…you don't hate me?” she struggled to breach our cultural divide.“Rhada, I can't speak for all men, but I don't hate you. I have no intention of destroying you,” I paused. “I'm working on a way to suspend you off the ground blindfolded next time. Tarnishing your prestige is not on my agenda though.”“Do you like causing me pain?” she studied me. That was a tough one both from my perspective and hers.“I treasure every orgasm I rip from your body, Rhada,” I breathed into her ear. It was the best I could do. For Rhada it was enough.She wasn't suicidal, only ravenous in her need to surrender to her taboo desires. Her not being on the edge of death with me lessened her thrill. It also meant she could live long enough to have all kinds of other thrills. This was the bargain we were making. How I was going to live up to it was going to be intriguing.Maybe I could bill Katrina for the needed playroom upgrades. What the future held was coming with the dawn. First I had to make sure Rhada was clear-headed and ambulatory. Then came the trip to her auto and her fiery kiss and body hug. Rhada liking me was okay. Rhada getting attached to me was one more headache I didn't need.To be continued in Part 4By FinalStand for Literotica.

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Life As A New Hire: Part 3

Steamy Stories Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 23, 2022


Women of any age can drive a man to madness.By FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the podcast at Steamy Stories.Instinct, education and experience are complementary, not in opposition.(Wednesday)The phone rang. The clock was flashing 6:15. Odette snuggled up to me, making cute, happy cat-like noises. Timothy's bed was bigger than mine so I had to reach out to get my mobile device. For the tenth time, I silently thanked Timothy for switching bedrooms with me, though I believed he had chosen to sleep on the sofa instead.“Hello,” I said quietly.“It's Buffy. I'll be there in fifteen minutes,” she stated firmly.“I have a companion over,” I hesitated. “Can you make it twenty-five?”“Who is that, Cáyel Nyilas,” Odette yawned. She liked the way my full name rolled of her tongue.“Who is that?” Buffy grilled me.“She's a sweet young lady I met - the rest is none of your business,” I told Buffy. To Odette, “It is one of my many bosses. After my ‘auto accident' (I couldn't tell a stranger that some psycho bitch - who I had just screwed - had her mentor kick the shit out of me), she brought me home then deposited me at your workplace. My bike is still at work.” I had told Odette I was a cyclist.“Does she think you are sexy?” Odette giggled. I groaned.“81 days, Cáyel,” Buffy reminded me. “81 days,” then she hung up. I wasn't getting my extra ten minutes.“Do we have time…?” Odette wiggled her whole body against mine.“I don't think so. Babe,” I sighed. “All I can do is go down on you then I have to grab a shower and get dressed.” Odette blinked, blinked again, then brightened up incredibly.“If that's all we can do,” she exhibited no regrets as she hurled the covers back. It took me seven minutes to bring her to orgasm.I was good, but I had also torn up Odette pretty badly last night. I had to buy Timothy some more condoms. I felt kinda bad for using the number I did. I raced to the shower, did a Wonder Woman (hold your arms out and spin around a few times in the shower), raced back to Timothy's room - Timothy shot me with his Nerf gun from the sofa (Odette was vocal) - and began dressing.“Odette, stay and get some sleep,” I stroked her cheek. “Timothy heads to work around ten, so if you could head out with him so he can lock up the place. Fix whatever breakfast you like. If it is Timothy, I'll make it up to him.”“You mean beyond letting us use his room?” she fixed me with her feline eyes. I coughed.“Come on, Cáyel Nyilas, this room is plastered with male Calvin Klein models and you have five copies of the Village Voice on your dresser. You are far too proficient with punching all my buttons to be gay,” she pointed out.“Gay men can be very sexually proficient,” I countered.“Cáyel Nyilas (damn, she loved my name), you came five times. I lost track of how many orgasms I had. If you are gay, you aren't in De-Nile, you are in Ethiopia,” she giggled. This wasn't the right moment to brag that I ejaculated eight times last night. Rhada filled up three condoms during our little escapade. I repeat, I have an out of control libido.“Gotta go,” I straddled Odette and gave her a kiss. I deftly avoided the French grapple because I had the feeling that Buffy wasn't the kind to wait patiently.“Timothy…” I mumbled as I sped to the door.“I know - girl - bed - sleeping,” he groaned. As the door shut I heard him add, “at least he's not dull.”I managed not to kill myself tumbling down the stairs in my haste to reach the street. Buffy was waiting and drumming her hands on the steering wheel. I tried the car door - it was locked. A tap on the window earned me a baleful glare. I sighed and fell on my knees.“Please,” I begged. “Please, please, please let me in the car.” I heard a click after ten seconds.“You're late,” she remarked as we sped away. I hastily put on my seat belt.“I apologize,” I tried being obsequious.“You had better be, damn it,” she seethed. Oh…I scented arousal…and jealousy. We drove a few blocks in silence. “Who was it?”“Are we on the clock?” I countered. Pause.“No,” she said in a clipped tone.“None of your fucking business, then,” I growled. “My sex life is none of your concern, Buffy. It is none of your group's concern, so give it a rest.”“Or what?” Buffy's eyes narrowed. I wished she would watch the road.“Thunderdome, Bitch!” I grinned. Oh, she tried. She tried really hard to stay angry with me.“I hate you,” she snickered. She pulled out her phone and handed it to me. It was a picture of Buffy, Katrina, Tessa, Desiree and some woman who looked familiar standing, or kneeling, behind a pile of dead animals. All the ladies had bows, knives and camo gear.“Does the Audubon Society know about this? I'm pretty sure the World Wildlife Fund would have a freaking stroke,” I nodded.“Ladies at Havenstone have a passion for killing things,” Buffy measured me. “I thought you might want to know.”“Why do you use bows?” I questioned. “Don't your boobs get in the way?” Buffy smacked me in the chest - hard. I could have blocked. That would have been counterproductive. No, I grabbed her right boob and gave it a strong squeeze. In retaliation, she hit me again. I grabbed her boob. This went on until we entered the garage. She got in the last hit.“We are on the clock now,” I notified her. She seemed less than pleased. “Very nice, by the way.”“Huh?” Buffy studied.“Sorry. Any continuation of this conversation would constitute sexual harassment,” I sighed.“I am mentally projecting negative emotions your way,” Buffy grumbled.“I believe the totality of your efforts create a positive outlook for me,” I grinned.“Have you ever been skydiving?” Buffy dropped out of the blue on me in the elevator ride up.“With, or without, a parachute?” I inquired. She blessed me with a feral smile.I hurried to Katrina's office, Buffy a step behind me, rumbling like the jaguar she'd performed illegal dentistry on. She wasn't trying to intimidate me. Buffy was trying to mark her territory. I made it to my desk without actually being scent-marked, so I considered the encounter a draw.“Have fun last night?” Katrina inquired without looking up.“More than any one man should have,” I confessed. Further conversation was severed by the arrival of the first of the female ‘new hires'. As Katrina started our little meeting, I surreptitiously put in the work order for my suits. I wasn't sneaky enough for Katrina.“Are you suffering some sort of head trauma that makes you believe you can avoid participation in this meeting?” she purred.“No, Ma - Katrina,” I was contrite. “I had to submit a work order for the business suits Buffy and Helena purchased for me last night so I would stop coming to work dressed like a homeless panhandler.” That killed four of the girls; they failed to stifle their giggles.“Couldn't you have dealt with that on the way in?” Katrina had this glitter in her eyes.“Buffy was attempting to subject me to vehicular homicide,” I replied. “I was afraid for my life on multiple occasions, up to and including her entry into the garage.”“How horrifying for you,” Katrina delivered deadpan.“I had my hands full, I swear,” I placed my hand over my heart.“I suspect that was the case,” Katrina allowed. “Is there anything else you need to take care of while the rest of us wait on you?”“Thank you, yes there is,” I smiled, nodded and began typing away.“I was being facetious, but then you knew that,” Katrina teased. Several girls were openly giggling now.When I finished, I walked around Katrina's desk, went to one knee and lowered my head. Katrina scanned my latest request.“Really?” she was intrigued.“Yes, Ma'am,” I looked up at her. She ran her hands through my hair. “Katrina.”“You are trying,” Katrina remarked. That could read either way. “Go back to your station before I show you where you really belong,” she chuckled. I stood up and fist-pumped.“Woo-who!” I shouted. “I'm going to bed.” That finished them off. Even Fabiola cracked a tiny bit and snickered behind her hand.The real joke they were embracing - making me part of their new breeding program - was the punchline to the joke Katrina and I found amusing. I knew the truth. We received our assignments and left the office.“How did your date with Rhada go last night?” Paula nudged me.“It wasn't a date. It was a corporate appointment,” I corrected. “As for the rest - you don't want to know. Please believe me, you don't want to know.”“I can make you tell us,” Fabiola smirked. The group kept together until I reached Desiree's desk. She was my boss for the day and she was not pleased, or amused.Fabiola saved me.“Sister, compel this one to tell us what happened with Rhada last night,” Fabiola sneered in Hittite. I played dumb which wasn't hard in my fatigued state. Desiree transferred all of her dislike of me into outrage at Fabiola's breach.“Is your blood poisoned?” Desiree seethed. “When they tossed you off the rocks, did you bounce back up, or are you so arrogantly stupid you would flaunt one of our most basic safeguards?”“You are only half the woman you could have been,” Fabiola shot back.By the way Desiree flew out of her chair that was a deadly insult. I put my body between them and grabbed Desiree by her upper arms.“Release me,” she yelled, her hate returned its focus to me.“You are my boss,” I explained calmly. “I most join you in your battles. Is this a battle you truly want to fight, here and now?”“Release me at once,” Desiree commanded.“One of us hiding behind a man,” Fabiola mocked Desiree. Daphne punched her. “Ow!”“Care to try that on me?” Daphne challenged Fabiola. “My family's prestige has never been called into question.” I was starting to think they meant genetic purity.“Buffy would not want me to let you come to harm,” I whispered to Desiree then released her. It was that hunting photo that made me make that leap. Desiree glared at me. A slap followed, but it wasn't all that hard.“Do not touch me without permission, Cáyel Nyilas,” she commanded in a clear voice.The matter was almost settled.“Come on,” Desiree barked. I had one final bit to take care of.“Daphne, thank you. Helena says you are coming along really well. Maybe we could have a few drinks after hours and you can give me some pointers,” I requested.Daphne seemed to mull that over. We had moved past the entrapment phase to the 'male in the bull pen - what do we do with him now' phase.“I'll think about it,” Daphne shot me this sexually curious look. Off they went and I had to sprint to catch up with Desiree who hadn't stopped to listen to my conversation with Daphne.“Do not be flippant with me,” Desiree grumbled. “I am not Buffy.”“Of course you are not,” I nodded. “Katrina values your counsel and she trusts you.”“You know nothing,” Desiree groused.“Really? Helena and Buffy were sent away with me yesterday afternoon - you stayed,” I began.“This male internship program is the brainchild of Katrina and Tessa. Maybe she thinks that I'm in danger, thus her program, so she chooses you to safeguard me - no other,” I added. “I don't think much of my place here as an individual, but I represent something of value to our boss. If that is the case, how much does she value and respect you?”“Do you ever shut up?” she glared at me.“Is that a question, or a veiled order?” I grinned. She glared some more. I kept quiet. Desiree had to enter a special code to gain us access to Basement Level 3. A short trip down a drab concrete hall illuminated a door and two Amazon's guarding it.Desiree's ID card allowed her access. Mine did not. The security types verified my permission to be there, then verified it again. Finally, one pulled Desiree and questioned her. With great reluctance, the guards let me into the room. Their caution made sense. This was the Havenstone Corporate HQ armory.This was not a few guns in a case with handful of wall sconces. Nope, this was an ATF gun-gasm, White Supremacist Nirvana, and a Gangster's Paradise all rolled into one. Desiree went to one table, lifted and examined one 9mm Walther PPQ, loaded the clip and gave it to me.“It has no safety, so be careful,” she notified me. She tossed the shoulder holster and two spare magazines my way.As she readied her own weapon set, I put on my shoulder holster and secured my weapon.“This is nuts, Desiree,” I stated. “I'm not ex-military. I'm not a security officer, bodyguard, or assassin either.”“Don't get hysterical,” Desiree snorted. “This is a simple assignment. We are going to pick up some school children and take them to their exclusive academy.”“Besides, on your resume, you claimed to have a passing familiarity with a number of firearms,” she grunted.“What do I do if we are stopped by the cops?” I inquired.“Go to jail.”With that sterling pep-talk, we exited the bunker with a variety of weapons - mostly Desiree's because she was clearly anticipating the end of the world. She stored the weapons in our new, armored car while I stood close by acting like a weapons dispenser. According to established routine, I was given no specific instructions until we arrived on site where I was then supposed to instantly absorb the knowledge.I gave that some thought. Havenstone knew their male hires had academic success. Given twenty-four hours, we could memorize anything. The Amazons, being a militant culture, were testing us to see how quickly we thought on our feet. It was still mean. As we pulled up to our Brownstone destination, I was given our mission.Desiree was to go into the house, retrieve three schoolgirls, Aya (9), Europa (13) and Loraine (16), and bring them into the car. I was to wait on the stoop, hold the car door for them and keep my yap shut. By insisting I not use flippancy, Desiree had cut off my conversation at the knees.“Woman, grey coat at the North corner,” Desiree muttered to me as we started up the stairs. She went inside; I stayed on the stoop. Thankfully, my sojourn into Amazon politics had strengthened my ability to ignore the obvious and appreciate the benign. Two women were meandering up from the South and the woman to the North had gained a companion before Desiree returned. The girls came out first.At the bottom step I caught sight of movement. I turned and stopped the children from advancing.“Hey,” the Loraine squawked.“Cáyel…” Desiree got out.“Two to the North and two to the South - closing in,” I whispered.She did a casual scan.“Take them to the car,” Desiree ordered. I thought that was pretty stupid. If a murder/kidnapping was in the offing, getting the kids back inside seemed more prudent. I hesitated. She glared. I swallowed my instincts and began sheparding the girls down the stairs.The moment the third child's feet hit the sidewalk, both groups of women began speeding up. I was trying to hustle the girls to the car's back door when a van came speeding up out of nowhere. I wasn't going to get door open in time.“Down!” I shouted as I used my superior size to press my three wards down and against the car. The van screeched to a halt and the sliding door opened.I drew, aimed over the top of the car and fired the pistol twice without even thinking that I was murdering somebody. I heard Desiree firing to the North. The woman in the van door slumped back. A second one tried to untangle herself so I put two bullets in her as well. I took a step and a half South, kneeled to shelter the girls with my body and began firing at the two southern women running my way.I put two bullets into each of them - missing every shot. Crap. Suddenly, as I was shoving a new clip into my semi-automatic pistol, the eldest child broke and ran for the stairs. I looked over my shoulder. Desiree was down. One woman remained coming from the North. I hurled my body at Loraine, taking her down. I landed us on my shoulder then rolled to cover her.I brought up the pistol and fired twice at the northern woman.“Cease fire!” an unfamiliar female voice commanded. The northern woman stopped. As I swung my pistol South, I noticed Desiree sitting up. The two women in the van were coming back to life too. Three women I didn't recognize were coming down the Brownstone steps.The lead female was clearly in charge. She approached me and extended a hand.“Male - pistol,” she demanded. I rose to me knees, pulling away from her and yanking Loraine behind me.“Lady, I don't know you,” I growled. “I'm not giving you my gun, or the girls, until someone tells me what's going on.”I was contemplating how bad her punch/slap/kick was going to be when Loraine laughed.“That was fun,” she exulted. “He tackled me and everything.”“Cáyel,” Desiree ordered, “give her the gun.” I wasn't happy, but I did hand over the weapon.“It was loaded with blanks, Moron,” the leader smirked. “We would never let a man with a loaded weapon around our children.”“Thank God,” I mused. “I couldn't understand how I missed those two down South.”“What makes you think you would have hit them?” she sneered. I pulled Loraine up with me as I resumed my feet then put her behind me.“What makes you think your brain isn't as blank as the bullets you gave me?” I glared.“Watch your tongue, Male,” she glared right back.“You threatened three children under my care,” I grumbled. “Be happy I don't plant you on your ass.” She looked more than happy to throw down.“They were never your children to protect,” Desiree spoke up. “This was a training exercise.”I looked over my shoulder at the other two girls. They were smiling at me. This had been fun for them. The only one who didn't know this was fake was me. I groaned.“Clip,” the leader snapped. I handed it over without protest. I'd used the other spare. She turned to Desiree. “Take them to school.”The five of us piled into the car and drove away. It was less than stunning that I didn't get a new firearm. I was sitting in the front passenger seat, feeling morose and angry when Europa spoke.“That was really brave,” she commented. “You did much better than the lady last spring. She went nuts.”“Really”, I swiveled so I could see their faces and make sure they weren't pulling something on me.“Oh, yeah,” Loraine chuckled. “She ran right at the two down the street, firing as she went. Totally missed the van rolling up. Forgot she was supposed to protect us.”“She got high marks for marksmanship,” Europa told me, “but we never saw her again.”“You smell nice,” Aya beamed little kittens my way.“He smells like sex,” Loraine giggled.“Starting with the fact that you are underage, add my desire to live and we end up with us not having his conversation,” I winked.“I've never seen a man as pretty as you even at school. The boys in my class are such jerks. They say I'm a freak because I have no Daddy,” Aya went from happy to a frown.“When I was in grade school, they called me a freak too, Aya,” I met her gaze. “The difference is, I deserved it. I was a rude, mean person.”“Not having a Daddy doesn't determine if you are a freak; how you behave does. You are a very nice woman so they should be nicer to you. You are not a freak. Trust me, I'd know it if you were,” I gave Aya a warm smile and tapped her nose playfully.“Whomever controls you did a good job,” Europa observed.“No,” Desiree snapped. The children must have been briefed on my status as well as spent a lifetime disguising their true culture.“Europa, I am controlled by Katrina. I'll relay your compliment. She has delegated me to Desiree for the day, which means I'm with you three this morning,” I answered despite Desiree's disapproval.The private academy was for the wealthy; gender was not an issue. Security checked our ID's before they let us disgorge our precious cargo.“Desiree, can Cáyel Nyilas walk me to class this morning?” Aya requested. The look Desiree burned my way was intimidating.“Of course, Aya,” Desiree relented. “Cáyel, only take as much time as necessary.”“Nos morituri te salutamus,” I grinned. I knew that was overly dramatic. How tough could a room full of third graders be? Aya took me by the hand and led me in. Wow! Her teacher was a hottie. A quick glance suggested she was unmarried and very interested in me.“Ms. Reichmann, this is my Daddy,” Aya announced loudly. Ms. Reichmann's eyes flicked down to notice my lack of a wedding band. I knelt so that I was eye to eye with Aya.“Aya, honey, Father has to talk to Ms. Reichmann in private for a moment. Please take your seat and I'll see you before I leave,” I smiled paternally at Aya. She skipped to her seat.“Ulyssa,” Ms. Reichmann bit her lower lip.“Ulyssa, is there a place where I can talk with you in private?” I asked with open innocence and a heavy undercurrent of passion. It turned out there was an unused conference room at the end of the hall.I left Ulyssa with a smoldering look that guaranteed me a call-back. If any of the kids had the faintest idea why she was so flushed, short of breath and happy, they gave no hint. Aya took excessive pride in showing her 'Daddy' off to all her classmates. Any time I detected a bully, I gave the 'I'm keeping an eye on you' glare. I was whistling as I returned to the car.“28 fucking minutes!” Desiree screamed at me.“I had a little chat with Aya's teacher. I thought it would be nice if Ms. Reichmann was aware that Aya was unhappy,” I reduced our love-making to the bare bones, 'no mention of sex' facts. “She said she'd keep a special eye out for Aya.”“That wasn't your job,” Desiree seethed. We started driving away.“I doubt you'll listen to my…” I go out.“Shut up,” she interrupted. “You have nothing to say that I want to hear.”“You shut up and imagine for a second I don't hate you and that I'm pretty good reading women in a way you are unaccustomed to,” I snapped back.“Katrina is going to be hard pressed to save you from this outburst,” she sneered vindictively.“How about this; Katrina saw potential in you so she's given you a chance to restore your prestige. What you are failing to understand is the underlying concept of family at Havenstone. This means they put a premium on their children - their female children,” I suggested.“Protecting the next generation can't be a job for you. It wouldn't be for them. To those women, perpetuating their families is all-important and you must see it as an obligation handed down to you by all your Havenstone predecessors.” See, I avoided saying blood lines and their fucked up Amazon heritage.“I don't know what your mother did wrong. Whatever it is, Katrina doesn't care and she's the one that really matters,” I prodded. “Useless pricks like Fabiola won't be of any use to you even if they did like you. Thus endeth the male blathering.”“How do you know it was my Mother?” Desiree asked after several minutes driving.“Desiree, your father could have done a fan dance on a table at the Presidential Inaugural Dinner and the women of Havenstone wouldn't give a damn. From Fabiola's big mouth, I'm guessing your mother married a guy that the family didn't approve of. In the status-obsessed corporate culture we are stuck with, that has to be pretty dreadful,” I finished.We were almost at Havenstone's Corporate HQ before Desiree spoke. She had been positively grim, far beyond her normal grumpiness.“I killed them,” she stated in a cold, emotionless voice.“Who?”“My parents. When my aunt found me and told me about my true heritage and what my parents had done, I killed them,” Desiree answered in the same lifeless tone.“I'm not going to lie to you. That's totally fucked up, but then I'm not you and I don't have to walk in your shoes,” I mused. “I'm certainly not going to give you sympathy, or pity.”“You are a horrible person for not having the strength of character to allow your mother and father to live with the choices they made. Killing them was a totally selfish act. Before you say 'you wouldn't understand', let me tell you that's bullshit. Like you, I had a mother and father. My Mom is dead and I miss her every day. I think you miss them and that's why you are so damn bitter.”“I should kill you for that liberty,” Desiree informed me.“Bring it, Kitten,” I scoffed. “I'd kick your ass.”“What inspires that delusion?” she turned to me. We had parked in the garage by this time.“I have righteous fury on my side. Against that, you have no defense,” I grinned.“I warned you against flippancy,” she reminded me.“Is that a demand that I present my righteous fury for your examination?” I countered. Silence. We went through the security rigmarole, put up the firearms. As we were leaving, I turned to Desiree.“You would think those two educationally-challenged bimbos would have warned me I was carrying blanks,” I griped. The two security babes' posture turned all agro on me.“I really should leave you here with them for a few hours,” Desiree threatened.“Have I told you recently how much I find you to be a kind, beneficent, wise and gifted teacher and sensei?” I faux-pleaded.“Shut up,” she grunted as we made my getaway.“I think I know why Katrina tolerates you,” Desiree told me after a few second in the elevator.“To try everyone else's patience?” I guessed.“Precisely,” she shoved me. “Stop being overly clever. It is unattractive in a male.”“Stranger danger!” I shouted (still in the elevator) as I backed into the far corner. “Stranger danger!”“If I had a gun, I would shoot you,” she glared. There was a glimmer of amusement as well.“At this range, you would probably miss,” I taunted her playfully.Desiree trembled with conflicting emotions. She gave in, stepped up and punched me in the chest. I kept laughing so she hit me again, but she was letting a tiny smile creep across her lips too.“Damn you,” she ground her teeth, fighting her happiness. “Fine. Cáyel, to my side.” There I went.“Kneel.” I knelt. The elevator doors opened, Desiree stepped out, turned to gaze into my eyes then cruelly smiled as the doors shut and the elevator continued up. The looks I got from women as they accessed the device was priceless. It took a while for one to break the silence.“What are you doing?” she inquired.“My boss told me to kneel here,” I explained, “so here I kneel. In nine hours, if I can still walk, I'm going home and taking a long, hot bath.”“You are just going to stay there for nine hours?” another woman groused.“I'm an intern. An order is an order and it isn't like she's forgotten where she left me.”“Our male intern isn't nearly this nice,” a third lady commented. “We call him the Chinchilla. When he isn't acting as if he's somehow valuable, he scurries about like a rodent.” That would be Brian I was willing to bet. The women in the elevator were suddenly self-conscious they'd talked that way around another male intern.“Do you have a nickname?” the third one tried to make light of the faux-pas.“I think there are three in the running: 'come here', 'kneel', and 'shut up'. When I hear one of those, I assume they are talking to me,” I joked. They snickered. God, I could have an orgy in this elevator. Thank goodness my libido was still slaked from nailing Ulyssa the teacher.“Where are you?” Desiree snapped over the phone eight minutes later. I had her on speaker.“I'm right where you left me,” I grinned. There was a new crowd in my box. I was getting the impression the word of my fate was circulating around the building and women were slipping over to see for themselves.“Are you an idiot?” she grumbled.“I'll leave the evaluation of my mental facilities to the experts, oh glorious Boss of mine,” I replied. “I would like to report there are two wonderful ladies from International Finance putting a shipping label on me as we speak,” I lied. From the look of one of the ladies, that wasn't such a bad, or far-fetched, idea.“Stand. Get off the elevator on the fourteenth floor and go to Conference Room L,” Desiree commanded. “Do you need to write out your orders in crayon?”“I'd prefer you use body paint,” I bantered. The ladies around me didn't know what to make of the exchange.“81 days, Jackass,” Desiree promised balefully.“I tremble in anticipation - no, wait, that's fear,” I snorted in amusement.“You are very irreverent,” a lady onboard observed. This wasn't a good thing in her mind.“I apologize, Ma'am. Reverence required me to become a eunuch and no job is worth my jewels in a jar,” I bowed.“I will report your poor attitude and mockery of your assignment to Tessa,” she vowed.“Very well, Ma'am…” I started.“Astarte,” she gave her name.“Very well, Astarte.”“Please consider that I am doing precisely what I've been told to do and that my humor has made multiple travelers on this elevator smile,” I continued. “Happy employees are more productive employees and barring being given something productive to do with my time, I've decided to give busy women a small bit of amusement.”Astarte had no good comeback to my defense. I didn't doubt Katrina and Tessa would get hate mail no matter what I said. The fourteenth floor job turned out to be transporting something from a director's safe to a bank vault. Drudgery followed - laundry, dinners, delivering a new car (I drove the company car back; Desiree drove the new car), picking up my suits and ending off where the day began - school.I had barely exited the car when I heard a little girl scream “There's my Daddy”. I sensed this was going to be a problem in the future. Aya didn't come running up to me. No, she made sure every classmate she could reach knew her 'Daddy' was here to take her home. Things got 'better' when she and some friends approached.“Mr. Ruger (Aya's family name), is it true you are a spy?” a rather aggressive male classmate asked. I took a deep breath. My gaze made Aya looked down, embarrassed. I could sense her tormentors closing in. I knelt in front of Aya and tilted her chin up so we were eye to eye.“Now, Sugar,” I addressed her, “we've had this discussion before. You can't tell people what Daddy does. That would put a lot of good people's lives in danger.”“I expected better of you, Aya. You must never tell strangers what I do for a living. Don't forget that,” I chastised her. Turning my focus to the surrounding children, “Forget that Aya ever told you I was a spy. Otherwise, bad things might happen to our family. Understood?”They nodded, eyes wide with shock and fear.See, Aya's Daddy WAS a spy, but no one could talk about it or people would die. In the eyes of a nine year old, that was so cool, if scary. The thing was, I hadn't lied. I had been evasive. We had been on the road for two minutes when Loraine conveyed a concept she was having difficulty with.“Thank you, Cáyel,” she told me. “That was a very nice thing you did for Aya.” I had to think of the clearest way to express why I had done what I had done, circumstances included.“I'm not a father, but if I was and Aya was my daughter, I would defend her as the situation warranted - physically, or verbally.”“They pay you to be with us,” Europa grumbled. I laughed - hard enough to hurt my sides.“Europa, Havenstone doesn't have enough money to keep me on this job,” I chuckled.“Why do you do it then?” Loraine leaned forward.“If I make it three months, I get a date with Desiree,” I lied.“Do you think she's pretty?” Europe prodded.“No. She scares me. If I quit, I have to take her out on a date the next day,” I continued fibbing.“Stay at Havenstone. You can do better than dating a half-breed,” Loraine stated. I digested that.“Loraine, your weakness sickens me,” I gave her a pained look. “Unsettling an opponent is acceptable. Insulting an ally is a quality of an immature and insecure mind.”“You don't talk to me like that,” Loraine spat.“Or what?” I mocked her. “Are we going to stop the car and take this fight to the sidewalk?”“If we do that, I'm going to spank your pathetic ass and we both know it,” I grumbled. “No, you'll have to hide behind Desiree and her sisters - the women you just insulted with an issue that is no one's business but hers. Are you going to show some courage and agree to fight me, or are you going to be worthy of your family, show some respect and apologize?”“I don't want her apology,” Desiree stated blandly.“I'm not doing it for you,” I told Desiree. “I'm doing it for her. She should have the chance to not grow up ignorant and rude.” Loraine was forming up an angry retort.“Cáyel, please stop,” Aya pleaded.“Of course, Aya,” I smiled at her.“We are not finished. You are the one who is rude and ignorant,” Loraine persisted. I ignored her. “I'm going to get you fired.” Ignored again. “Say something!” Kept ignoring her. She hit my shoulder. Ignored yet again. She finally sat back in her seat, crossed her arms and sulked.“Why won't you talk to my sister?” Europa inquired. I assumed she meant Loraine.“Economy of motion,” I answered. “She's not listening to me and she's upsetting Aya. Arguing with Loraine would only upset Aya more while accomplishing nothing.”“You are a jerk,” Loraine seethed. Oh fuck…I knew that tone. How could I have missed it?“She thinks you are hot,” Europa smirked. Ah, sibling rivalry. Loraine prepared to hit Europa.“In two more years I can tell her what a beautiful young woman she is,” I 'told' Europa. “For now, I work for her family and she's underage.”“You think I'm beautiful?” Loraine perked up, anger forgotten. The wonder of teenage hormones.I didn't respond to Loraine, which renewed her fury.“Do you think I'm prettier?” Aya jumped in.“Well, you don't have Loraine's deep blue eyes and Junior Miss physique, but you have the cuter smile and the boundless spirit of a winner,” I winked at Aya. Loraine flipped back to pleased.“What about me?” Europa prodded.“Oh, you are a total hag,” I sighed sadly. “It hurts me to look at you.” Europa's jaw dropped then she hit me repeatedly.“I give. I give,” I surrendered. The conflict was resolved for the rest of the trip.Aya was upset that Desiree wouldn't let me take her into the family's brownstone. After the chore was done, Desiree was non-communicative. I made it through the End of Day meeting intact with the hint that I actually did a good job. A bizarre conflict developed as I made my way to the elevator in my biking gear and a bulging dress bag - I was taking a taxi home.Buffy and Helena collided with the 'new hires' over who had the right to bombard me with sexual innuendo. I dodged any discussion on Rhada, blushed through my hart cords saga as well as my solo attempt at moose hunting, and all fishing expeditions concerning my dinner with Katrina.In the middle of my workout back at home, I got a call from the Desk Sergeant's daughter. Her name was Nikita Kutuzov - NYPD rookie patrolwomen and she exuded this raw confidence tempered with a suspicious nature. We agreed to meet for dinner. When we sat down at this Polish deli she frequented, she got down to brass tacks.“Have you ever been in a committed relationship?” was her lead in question.“Define a committed relationship,” I countered.“The answer would be 'no',” she sighed.“Why should I go out with you?” was her next point of attack.“I have a plethora of bizarre knowledge, I laugh at danger and have an incessant desire to learn,” I answered. That won me some points.“How much do you make a year?” she inquired.“Go to the bathroom, take off your panties then come back and give them to me,” I responded.Her eyes narrowed.“Your request was about as rude as mine,” I sighed. “Listen, if you are looking for an excuse to not go out with me, I'll spill some water on the table, you can tell your mother I was clumsy and call it a night,” I suggested. She glared, I looked bored then she got up and left.I wasn't worried for a second. A girl hadn't dumped me on the first date in three years. When she returned Nikita passed her undies under the table. I took the offering and deftly pocketed them.“$237,000 a year,” I confessed. Nikita choked on her soda. “I do dangerous work.”When I said 'fat paycheck' I meant 'FAT PAYCHECK'. In retrospect, this was the shiny lure they hooked us pompous 'Cream of the Crop' doofuses with. My pay was probably a clerical error as I would have taken the job for far less.“But you just got out of college,” she choked. “Do you weapon test plutonium, or what?”“I really can't talk about my job, Nikita. Most of it is mindless stuff a trained chimpanzee could do yet falls within the purview of corporate confidentiality,” I told her. “I am on call 24/7, which is a bit sucky - reference my salary again. I also get long- and short-term disability, major medical, eye, dental and health insurance plus a generous life insurance policy and a 401K.”“They have you doing illegal things, don't they?” she leaned across the table.“I refuse to answer on the grounds I'm on a date with a law enforcement agent,” I parried.“I can't date a criminal,” she cautioned.“Would it help if I promise to never get caught?” I tried to look innocent.“That's a ringing endorsement for me leaving right now,” she grinned. She wasn't doing that. They never did. It is not that women are sluts. I exude the promise of great, guilt-free sex and each one believes they are going to be the one that reels me in and tames me. This despite all the evidence to the contrary - namely that I do this with every woman I meet.We finished eating, bought some drinks to go and took a walk. Somewhere along the way, I slipped my arm around her waist. Nikita took thirty seconds to bring it up.“What's with this?” she prodded.“I like the feel of your body close to mine, Nikita. If it bothers you, I'll stop,” I offered.She didn't stop me; she reciprocated the gesture and carried on. We talked about growing up; me in Chicago and her in New York City, missing one parent (her father divorced her mom, my mother having died of cancer) and having the other parent work long hours. She'd graduated from Queens College with a degree in Criminal Justice then gone to the Police Academy - she was a year older than me.We parted ways outside the Deli. I gave her a tender French kiss. She wanted more. I wanted a second date so we parted ways with Nikita looking over her shoulder and grinning at me as she walked away. Girls like it when you only have eyes for them. My bicycle had barely gotten on the road home when my phone rang - work.I had to go to corporate and meet up with Desiree. I called her and gave her my location - I was in the wrong direction, farther from the workplace than normal. She grudgingly agreed the best course of action was to come get me, though the purpose of the assignment wasn't given. Desiree didn't utter a word as she picked me up and drove to the work site.We ended up at the children's house. Desiree parked the car and led me, in my bike clothes, up the steps of the townhouse. The looks we were greeted with weren't promising. The woman at the door was an older version of Loraine - not her twin but closely related. I had barely crossed the door sill when the nature of the problem became evident.Aya was screaming. Desiree and I were kept in the entryway for a minute until a more mature woman came gliding down the stairs, clearly steamed and, upon seeing me, livid with rage.“What have you done to my child?” the older woman seethed.“I'm not sure what you are talking about,” I answered.“He did nothing more than his job,” Desiree's defense of me came out of nowhere. “He engaged himself in the welfare of your daughter. I was there the entire time.”“Come this way,” the older woman beckoned. Desiree, the woman from the door and me followed her up two flights of stairs to Aya's room.Loraine and Europa had stepped out of their rooms and were observing us.“There,” the woman - Mom - pointed me into the room.“Cáyel,” Aya squealed. “You came.” She was sitting in bed with her arms outstretched. I crossed the distance, sat down and hugged her.“Now what seems to be the problem?” I tapped her nose.“I…I - ah - wanted you to tuck me in,” she mumbled.“As your Daddy, or as Cáyel?” I questioned.“As my Daddy,” she murmured.“I am not your Daddy, Aya,” I explained. “I am your friend, and your guardian upon occasion, but I am not worthy of being your Father. You are a very special girl and I am the son of a working stiff from Chicago. With your Mom's and Katrina's permission, I would gladly help you convince the World that I am your Daddy. We must remember that this is not real, okay?”“Why can't you be my real Daddy?” Aya asked. 'Because your Mommy would bite my dick off' didn't seem the politically correct thing to say.“Life can be very harsh, Aya. We all face different challenges. Since life has not provided you with a Daddy, you must find a way to get by without one,” I said. “Now let me tuck you in.”We hugged, I tucked her in, kissed her on her forehead then waited around a few seconds while she held my adult hand in her tiny mitt. As I left, the Mother cut off the light and shut the door.“Good night, Cáyel,” Europa and Loraine called out. I waved, but kept my peace. Downstairs, it was a bit less pleasant.“I will report this egregious breech of conduct to Katrina. You are dismissed,” she waved her hand.“Really?” I perked up.“Cáyel, don't,” Desiree cautioned me.“Oh, come on,” I pleaded. “Desiree, what is the penalty for tucking a little girl into bed? Wait - wait, are they going to get me for NOT embarrassing a child in public? Is it because I accepted a female's gender-appropriate pet name?”“Shut up,” Desiree demanded sedately.“Yes ma'am - Desiree,” I sighed.“The charges will be murdering our patience, insolence, irreverence and not being able to follow simple commands - like 'Cáyel don't',” she explained. I could swear she was mocking our hostess except that wasn't like Desiree. She had no sense of humor.“Do you think this is funny, Half-blood?” Mom mocked.“No. He is a jester and I'm superior to him because, unlike you, Pure-blood, I can tell the difference between his juvenile antics and him being a viable threat,” Desiree reposed. “Funny is Cáyel throwing his body on top of your eldest daughter, sacrificing himself to save her life only to be treated by you as a common household pest.”“It was a test,” Mom said.“He didn't know that,” Desiree countered, “or are you claiming he fooled me and the entire security detail?” Insulting Desiree was okay in Mom's book. Insinuating those stone-cold bitches who scared the crap out of me this morning were incompetent wasn't.“I repeat, you are dismissed,” Mom seethed. This time we took our leave. Desiree remained lost in her own thoughts as she drove me home.“Thank you,” I said when we were close.“For what?” she murmured.“No specific cause. I reason that if I say 'thank you' a few thousand times, one day you'll say it to me,” I looked at her through the corner of my eye.“Hold your breath,” Desiree commanded. “Hold your breath until I repeat the words 'thank you'.”There was really no way around that. I practiced breath-control techniques I had learned from swimming and diving, making the most of what air I had. Desiree was heartless. I broke the two minute mark, which wasn't bad given my lack of preparation. I leaned forward, panting for breath and looking down.“You might want to appreciate that you are not perfect, can't do everything and should reacquaint yourself with your limitations,” Desiree commented.“Thank you, Desiree,” I gasped. That was some of the best advice I'd received on the job to date.“You are welcome, Cáyel,” she said serenely. In her culturally limited way, Desiree had allowed me a tiny space in her world - Immature Student Lackey. “Be at work thirty minutes early.” With that, I exited to my apartment and belatedly got to my workout. Timothy was out on a date so I had to bolt out of the shower to get whomever was at the door when the doorbell rang.“I must redeem my prestige by breaking your spirit, Cáyel Nyilas,” Rhada snarled then leapt to the attack. I was standing there, dripping wet, with my hand clenching the towel tightly around my waist. Mortal Combat - the pornographic edition. Rhada was feisty yet I had the feeling she was more into our fight as a contact sport than a real effort to subdue me.I wasn't aware that there was an oral appliance that allowed you to give a blowjob without having the recipient bite your dick off. Timothy had one in his toy box. Rhada and I tried it out, but I got the feeling she didn't get much from the experience. I felt like I was at a glory hole. After that, things got better.I clued in that Rhada's key focus of arousal was being forced to pleasure me. Under threat of something horrible (mostly in her imagination), hands bound behind her back, she'd fuck me in every imaginable way and she was even becoming passible at fellatio. Binding her legs was actually counterproductive. If I wanted to pin her legs, she liked it if I wrestled with her.I keep pushing myself to keep up with her. When someone screamed in pain, my gut instinct was to succor them. For Rhada, it was a signal for her wanting more. I'd really helped her through some serious frustrations, and a great deal of sweat, when the phone rang. Rhada was facing me, bouncing in my lap with her ball gag back in (she liked to bite during climax).“Hello?” I said.“Hey Cáyel Nyilas, it is Odette. Whatchya doing tonight?” my waitress bed-buddy asked.“I'm bored out of my skull, doing something worthless,” I answered. “Do you want to come over, or do we want to meet at your place tonight?”“Ah - um - I live at home with my parents,” she confessed.“Come on over. I need to clean up a mess first,” I told her. “See you soon.” With that, I hung up and looked into Rhada's eyes. “You really are a worthless mess.” She sobbed. “What are you crying about you disgraced harlot? Are you surprised I'd want to be with a real woman?”“You are a disgusting piece of filth so that's how you deserve to be treated; not like a true tower of femininity,” I continued to press her buttons. She was really upset and absolutely erotically active. I was starting to get worried about the vigor she was pounding me with. Sadly, I had some plans to implement before Odette arrived. I kept Rhada on my lap, swiveled us off the bed and fished out a few restraints.Rhada wrapped her powerful legs around my waist. Using a combination of thigh, stomach and vaginal muscles, the Indian Princess kept working my cock with every bit of imagination she could muster. We traveled out to the workout area. I leaned over the weight bench, pressed Rhada down and put a hand around her throat.Honestly, all this cruelty and humiliation was grating on me. Sure, I knew Rhada was evil, as was her entire culture. The thing was, I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. I didn't think I had it in me to harm, or murder, a person who was not an immediate threat. The reality was twofold. If I didn't do this for Rhada, she'd find someone else who would, with the likelihood of grievous harm coming to her.Also, I could do without her holding a grudge for my kicking her ass then rejecting her amorous advances. For now, I played her game with the added benefit that tonight was a 'freebie' - not in my cue.“Bitch, I'm going to tie you down and ruin you until you can't walk straight. Fight back and I'm going ram two dildos into you and leave them on all night long,” I threatened.I could see her thinking about it as I gave her some more crushed ice to drink. In the end, she allowed her feet to be bound separately then her hands bound together over her head. Once she was secure, I leaned in and whispered in her ear.“I lied, Rhada. I'm going to shove two vibrators in anyway,” Rhada thrashed about against her bonds.After lubing up both sex toys, I worked them into her pussy and ass. She wiggled and shifted about a few times, but her heart wasn't in it. She was too clearly looking forward to the torturous pleasure coming her way. I cut them both on then, because I could, I put on three vibrating eggs; one on her clit and the others for each nipples. That drove her wild. I readied the last part of my plan.“Rhada,” I leaned in and spoke softly, “I'm putting your phone in your hand. Press the 'send' button and it will call my phone. I'll come get you. Don't drop it. Rhada?” Her wild eyes flashed about, gained some clarity and met my gaze. She nodded her understanding. Now I had to worry that she would drop the phone on purpose just to add to her torment.I drew the makeshift curtain that separated our workout space from the rest of the living room, cut on the TV to mute the sound of moaning and vibrators. While cleaning up in the bathroom, I realized I had to dump my condom. Doing two girls with the same one was beyond thoughtless and gross.My drawstring shorts were barely cinched up when the doorbell rang. Thankfully it was Odette. Extra special was Odette wanted to get freaky with me - she brought a dildo and some lube. The problem with having a vast variety of sex was that fewer and fewer things were new and remembering how exciting it was your first time with a given kink gets tougher.Odette decided that conversation was overrated as she waltzed through the door. She showed me her toy, grabbed my hand and led me to my bedroom. I helped her undress, which she liked. Then she threw me down and raped me. She was even all excited about rolling her first condom on. She hadn't been a virgin last night, only lacking in confidence.Tonight, she was a beast (in her mind). After our first noisy, moist round, Odette 'discovered' another pleasure; namely sitting up, riding my cock and getting into an in depth discussion about our relationship - sigh. When a woman thinks it is casual sex it is casual sex. When a man thinks it is casual sex it could be any Goddamn thing.To Odette's credit, she was willing to talk about things she'd like to do, didn't get too upset when she finally pried out of me that I'd been with more than a dozen women, and she took suggestions well. She liked to talk about mutual interests, cuddled without being needy and asked if what she was doing made me feel good in a way that didn't make her sound insecure.At 2:10 my phone buzzed. Odette barely murmured then rolled over and went back to sleep. It was Rhada. Sneaking out wasn't so difficult. I stealthed to the bathroom, got a wet wash cloth and a towel, followed that up with a trip to get some chilled bottled water and finished up at Rhada's side.She was barely there at all. My hands flew over her body in the dim light then I pulled her into my lap on the floor.“Rhada?” I called to her gently.“Kill you,” she whispered. She was okay.In my sleep-deprived state I missed her initially looking at me. Her eyes were unfathomable. I pressed the water to her lips and let her drink in small sips. Five minutes later, she was in better shape mentally and physically.“Why?” she asked.“Sometimes it is a matter of why not?” I replied.“You hate me,” she furrowed her brow.“What gave you that idea?” I reposed.“You are a man…you don't hate me?” she struggled to breach our cultural divide.“Rhada, I can't speak for all men, but I don't hate you. I have no intention of destroying you,” I paused. “I'm working on a way to suspend you off the ground blindfolded next time. Tarnishing your prestige is not on my agenda though.”“Do you like causing me pain?” she studied me. That was a tough one both from my perspective and hers.“I treasure every orgasm I rip from your body, Rhada,” I breathed into her ear. It was the best I could do. For Rhada it was enough.She wasn't suicidal, only ravenous in her need to surrender to her taboo desires. Her not being on the edge of death with me lessened her thrill. It also meant she could live long enough to have all kinds of other thrills. This was the bargain we were making. How I was going to live up to it was going to be intriguing.Maybe I could bill Katrina for the needed playroom upgrades. What the future held was coming with the dawn. First I had to make sure Rhada was clear-headed and ambulatory. Then came the trip to her auto and her fiery kiss and body hug. Rhada liking me was okay. Rhada getting attached to me was one more headache I didn't need.To be continued in Part 4By FinalStand for Literotica.