Roxanne:
Eric and I made love all night. Despite his remaining injuries he could still get it up repeatedly for me and pleasure me like no other has before. I didn't want to believe what Devin had told me last night. This was too good to be true for it to go wrong. After our fourth orgasm Eric passed out cold on his back in the bed. I was still breathing hard, trying to recuperate from my activity. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to snoop a little through his things. I put my clothes on and unzipped his packed duffle bag. It was mostly clothes and computer disks, but I found some sort of bifold wallet mixed in with them. I opened it and one side said FBI with his picture on it and a badge was on the other side. I sat there in shock for a moment and dug in his bag some more. There was a gun in a holster and it appeared to be loaded. My God-was Devin right about something?
What was Eric here for? Was there something going on here in my company that the FBI felt it was necessary to send undercover agents in? Fuck, it. I was not going to jail. I knew my company was running a legit business according to the law. It couldn't be me he was trying to investigate. I stood at the end of the bed and pulled out the gun. I pointed it at Eric and then at the pillow next to his head. I cocked the hammer back and pulled the trigger. The loud pop made Eric jump and he covered his face to protect himself.
"Who the fuck are you?" I asked calmly. "I wanna know who you are and what you are doing here. If I don't like your answer I will blow your balls off right here."
Eric looked up at me with eyes wide. "Roxanne, put the gun down," he said calmly as he could.
"Speak!" I ordered. "Fucking tell me Eric. I'd hate to feel something for someone who is trying to hurt me."
"Roxanne, if I told you, you wouldn't believe me." He shook his head trying to convince me.
"Try me," I said. " I have heard all the excuses men give me for inflicting pain."
Eric nodded his head. "Okay..." He paused for a moment then signaled for me to sit down on the bed next to him. I lowered the gun a little to see the painful remorse on his face. "I never wanted to deceive you, Roxanne. You've gotta believe me I did what I had to for your own good; for all our good." He paused and swallowed. "I used to be an FBI agent in New York City. I mostly dealt with the computer fraud stuff and hacking into computer systems of criminals and organized crime. When I saw how easy it was to do that, I started to make money on the side for fraudulent ID's, passports, visas, etc. When I realized I had sold some to terrorists I was found out about and forced from the Bureau by a tip from a colleague's boyfriend. I disappeared and continue to do what I was doing." I continued to point the gun straight at him as my heart pounded loudly in my chest. I shook my head and sat down next to him, keeping my finger steady on the trigger.
"So what brought you here? John and Monica in on you with this?"
"John and Monica are good friends of mine. They have nothing to do with what I am doing. Anyway, there is something going on here that affects everyone. You, me, the whole world. There are people that roam this planet that aren't quite human and in ten years they will kill us all unless we get to them first. To get closer to a resolution I agreed to give the CIA information about the terrorists I deal with and in return they give me information and lighten up against my fraudulent charges. That is why I was shot three times. It was retaliation for ratting them out."
My mouth hung open. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. "Little green men, Eric? Aren't you a little old to be playing with stuff like that?" I shook my head. "Look. I gotta go call John and Monica. I need to remind them of the Club Ra shoot coming up tomorrow. When I get back tomorrow night you better have a much plausible explanation than what I just heard. If you don't, you better have your shit packed and out of here." I tossed the gun on the bed and walked out of the room, heading for one of the spare bedrooms. I leaned up against the wall and rubbed my temples. I could not believe what I had just heard back there. This was just great: I fucked a guy who is very mentally unstable. Aliens? Not quite human? I tried to forget the conversation as I went into the spare room and picked up the phone to call John and Monica.
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Eric:
It had been a couple of hours since Roxanne had pointed my own gun at me. My heart still raced from the thought, though I knew I was wrong for keeping information from her I knew she would end up discovering anyway. I was actually having feelings for her, feelings I never knew I could feel for anyone. The closest I have ever come in emotional attachment to someone was Monica, and I knew that in this lifetime that would never come true no matter what I did to manipulate the situation in my favor. I looked out of the window and saw that the sun was coming up, so I carefully put some jeans, shirt, jacket, and shoes on. I put my sling on my left arm to support the muscles from pulling on my healing collarbone.
My mind went back to Roxanne. I wanted to go to her in the worst way, but she wanted nothing to do with me until I had some good answers to give her. Even with my secret contact in the CIA I felt blind in this situation. I didn't know what the guy looked like let alone trust him completely. Not to mention that there were some severe gaps in the communications lately.
The list of super soldiers had not come through like I had expected. However, I had to take that leap of faith to find out for the one woman who could ask me to do anything for her-even kill, and that was Monica Reyes. She could have had my ass in a sling so long ago; she probably would have if she knew my ties to terrorists. I owed her my life if nothing else. My mind was cluttered with desire and confusion and hopelessness, fearing that this time I may be abandoned for good. I had driven myself into such isolation from my lifestyle the closest thing I have had to a companion was a can of Red Bull and my Dell laptop.
I snapped out of my self-pity and put my laptop in its case. I started heading for the front door limping slightly remembering what Roxanne said about packing my things and leaving her forever. It made me wonder how badly she had been hurt in the past and here I was just adding to it with my secrets from her. I stepped out of the front door and quietly closed it behind me. John was waiting in the driveway in my truck with the motor running. I opened the passenger door and hopped in, trying to hide any preoccupation that may have been surfacing through to my expressions.
"Where to?" John asked.
"Head to Tropicana and go east." I said plainly. John turned the truck around and slowly exited Roxanne's estate. I turned on the truck's CD player and I realized I left my Chroma Key 'You Go Now' CD in the disc changer. 'Another Permanent Address' was playing. John headed out to the mailbox store and we both kept our mouths shut. I was so envious of him: He had the very thing I always wanted, but Monica's heart belongs to him. I had my chance to score with her when she was staying at the MGM, but I didn't want her feeling like a whore full of guilt for sleeping with me. It made me feel good that we were still friends no matter what, and I was glad to help her in time of need. Judging by John's attitude lately I could tell she still had not told him of her pregnancy. I could also read from his shortness of a temper that he probably would not take the news well.
It did pleasure me to see him disturbed each time I touched her. If John blew up when she told him about her pregnancy, I will probably ask her if she wants to split with me to Canada and possibly head to Europe somewhere. If he was going to dump her over that I would be damned if I let her carry a child on her own, regardless if it were mine or not. Roxanne was pissed off at me and my chances of her forgiveness were looking pretty dim after what I had told her this morning. In the fight to control my thoughts, I just let out a long sigh as the song played out.
"Sometimes I just want to sleep in the street/but it feels a little funny without you/down in the basement, feeling the pavement, holding my stomach/Sometimes I can't believe my own feet so I found another permanent address/sold the old mattress, keeping the changes/talking to strangers/Here I could forget you/That's what I'm gonna do/Staring at a stop sign/Just like the last time/ Hey you're everything you'd dreamed you'd be/What a civilized way to be angry/Locked in the attic started to panic, wait that's me/It's the same situation it's gotta be somebody's fault/ I never know what to do, so let's say we put the blame on you/ Standing in the phone booth/waiting for the punch line/ trying not to call you/ just like the last time"
I didn't realize I was whispering the words to the song, as John began to talk. "You're unusually quiet this morning. Did Roxanne keep you awake all night or what?"
I looked over at him for a moment and then looked back at the road. "You could say that." I remembered her fucking me until I passed out. Her taste, her touch, her sweet smell and most of all her strength. The thought of losing something that perfect almost brought me to tears. Why was I such a fucking loser all of these years? "She almost killed me." Between the sex and the gun that was pointed at me that phrase's double meaning held a lot of truth. John just chuckled thinking that it was a good thing seeing how I wasn't flirting with his woman at this time.
Just being around this guy lately was starting to grind away at my nerves. He cheated on Monica once already. It made me wonder how faithful he was going to be to her in the future especially after he finds out about her pregnancy. I just wanted to get my package and get the hell away from him.
We approached a shopping center where the postal place was. "Turn right here," I told John. He pulled into the parking lot and parked the truck right in front of the entrance of the place. We both got out and walked inside and a young woman in her twenties was tending the counter.
"Can I help you?" she asked in a squeaky voice. She reminded me of the girls I went to high school with. Dingy with high-pitched voices.
"Um, yeah. Package for Eric Duarte." I pulled out my FBI badge and presented it to her. I was told by my contact that in order to get this box I'd have to show her my ID because she wouldn't just give it to anyone. She went to the back and came out with a large box addressed from the DOD. I signed for it and John picked it up and we both walked out to the truck. My injuries were starting to bother me a little and beads of sweat formed on my forehead from the pain. John set the box in the bed of the truck and I tore open the cardboard flaps.
There were vials of some sort of clear fluid, boxes of ammunition, hypodermic needles, and ore powder all of which I assumed to be the magnetite. Some of the vials were concentrated, almost as if I could use this stuff in the local water supply like a terrorists releasing anthrax through the same means. There were also a few rocks of the stuff for what purpose I still had to ascertain from my contact when and if I get in touch with him. I was starting to get a little dizzy from the pain taking over my body. In a certain way I wish the damned terrorist that shot me were a better aim. That way I'd be off the hook and free from the emotional and physical pain.
"What's eating at you, man? You wanna tell me what this stuff is?" John asked with his arms crossed.
I didn't really have any type of emotional or smart ass remark to give him. I was too fucking depressed to deal with him right now and all I wanted to do was hold Roxanne in my arms and make everything just go away. "This, Agent Doggett, is your ticket to some useful ammunition against your enemy. You might want to keep it with you at your place, but I will hold on to some of it just in case..." I took a few vials, a large rock and a tube of the powder. I was having some weird feelings lately and I didn't want to be left helpless just in case John and Monica couldn't come to the rescue.
"Just in case what?" John rebutted.
"You never know where evil is lurking. I just wanna cover my ass just in case you aren't there. Is that okay with you, Superman?" John smirked at my remarks as I shoved the vials in my laptop case and the rock into my inside jacket pocket. I then opened the truck door and got in, fastening my seat belt. John got in the other side and we started back for Roxanne's place.
"I need to ask you something." John said as he focused on the road in front of us. "Is there something wrong with Monica? I know she confides in you a lot and each time I ask her she is very evasive."
I knew what he was getting at, but it wasn't my place to tell him. "No. She hasn't told me anything other than when you were fucking Candy." I said in a very monotone voice. I wasn't ready for this conversation. I had my own domestic troubles right now.
"I WASN'T fucking her, okay dickhead? I'm just concerned that she's not feeling well and she's also very hesitant about renewing our contracts together. I just figured-"
"Well, you figured wrong, Johnny." I blinked a few times to get beyond my physical pain. I think my emotional state was playing a little part as well. My heart was hurting along with the rest of my body. It wasn't long before we pulled past Dave at the security booth and we were back at Roxanne's. I squeezed my eyes shut praying to myself that I wouldn't get my ass beat by her for coming back. Before I got out I opened my laptop to check any email I had off line. I neglected to check it before I left. I had one new message and it was from my contact. I clicked on the message hoping it was the list of names I had asked for. The only thing the message had said was: Time's up. I let out a gasp and closed my laptop, putting it back into the case.
"What was that?" John asked curiously. I stared at him with a worried look on my face.
"I'll find out and call you when I know. I haven't heard from this guy for a while and this wasn't the message I was hoping to get." I carefully got out of my truck and John drove off. I took in a deep breath as I opened the front door to Roxanne's place and in mid-stride I ran into Devin.
"What's up, bro?" I asked him. He just stared at me like he was going to kill me. "Anything wrong, Devin?" His head shook violently for a few seconds. Momentarily I thought I was having some sort of hallucinogenic reaction from my pain medication, but this guy was having some sort of reaction to me. I kept walking and heard him sigh in relief that I was gone. That gave me a really bad feeling. I hobbled my way to Roxanne's office where she was at her desk working at her computer. She looked up at me without any type of reaction.
"Are you alright?" She asked in her calm, sexy voice. She must know that I am in pain and I leaned up against the door jam.
"I'll live," I replied. The pain was getting so bad I felt like I was going to pass out, so I limped my way back to her bedroom. I set my laptop on the floor and flopped onto my back on her bed. I think I was in dire need of some very strong narcotics. The ceiling was moving in circles and I felt like my body was floating on air. I closed my eyes and drifted off for a while and it only seemed like it were seconds when I felt a hand moving up my leg. I picked up my head and looked, and it was Roxanne sitting next to me on the bed.
Was I dreaming? Was this the same woman who threatened to blow off my family jewels earlier this morning? I let my head fall back down. Cold sweats had consumed my body from how I was feeling. I had been taking strong antibiotics to ward off any infections from my surgeries, but I think this was from all of the pain, emotional and physical, that just caught up with me all at once. "What are you doing?"
"Are you in pain?" She asked softly. She bent down over me and kissed me lightly on the lips. God that tasted so good to me. She held up a syringe of something and shook it.
"What's that?" I asked. I really wasn't a big fan of needles unless it was a tattoo needle.
"A little pain concoction that the nurse left here just in case something like this would happen..." She removed the needle cap and pushed the plunger releasing any air from the cylinder. She set it down for a moment and helped me unclothe out of my sweaty attire. The only thing I had on was my jeans and shoes. I felt like I was a drug junkie getting a fix from my dealer as Roxanne searched my arm for a vein.
She stuck me with the needle and I closed my eyes from the pinprick. She pushed the narcotic cocktail into my bloodstream and I felt myself getting very lightheaded to the point of it stimulating the pleasure center of my brain. Like all drugs even this one was so intoxicating I could succumb myself to anything because now I felt no pain. My mind was dripping desire in the worst way yet I still felt week and powerless. I wasn't sure if I was still losing her to my schemes and the drugs polluting my train of thought clouded everything logical in my mind. I rolled my eyes back into my head as I could feel reality slipping away from my fingertips.
I felt Roxanne's lips touching my fingertips; she rubbed them across her lips before sucking each one into her mouth. I watched as she did that as best as I could with clouded vision, but it was enough for me to feel all of my blood rush to my pants. My chest began to heave and I could hear my breathing get erratic and heavy.
"I thought I lost you," I whispered, almost squeaking. She trailed kisses down the palm of my hand, to my wrist, and forearm. She then set my hand down on my stomach and hovered over me, looking at me with those crystal blue eyes that drove me wild. Her mouth was millimeters from mine and I could feel her breath bouncing off of my chin. She leaned into me with a kiss, gently pushing her tongue past mine and I accepted the invitation. She threw a leg over my waist and straddled my drugged body as her kiss intensified and her breathing harder. Despite what pain was in my left shoulder I took my arm and wrapped it around her tight waist. I took my right hand and cupped her breast, feeling her nipple ring through the fabric. I felt her moaning in the back of my throat as we kissed, which made me rub her even harder.
The drugs and the pheromones were making my flesh feel on fire. She was hot above me, grinding into me with her hips. I ran my fingers through her long, soft, black hair. I took both hands and lifted her shirt up to her breasts only to discover she wasn't wearing a bra. She took the shirt off the rest of the way and tossed it to the floor. She looked at me with such seduction I was sucked into her web and trapped.
She rubbed her hands along the muscles of my chest and I writhed at the slow, gentle touch of her fingers. I could feel her getting wet under her jeans and my dick was swelling in my pants to the point of agony. I sat up a little and buried my head into her perfect breasts, suckling on one nipple and fingering the other as my other hand massaged her tight ass. Any pain I was feeling before now was gone. I was high as a kite and this could last forever as far as I was concerned. I started to push into her with my hips as I felt her fingers running through my hair. I switched nipples for a while and then went back to her lips with a molten hot tongue kiss. I wanted her. I wanted her right then and there.
The throbbing in my pants I couldn't bear with any longer. "I want you, Roxanne...." I whispered as I kissed her shoulder. My hands ventured around to her back to massage her muscular frame. She pushed me back down to the bed and she moved down to my jeans and began undoing the button and zipper. My breathing got faster as I watched her take her time. I kicked off my shoes to the floor and she pulled my jeans and underwear down to my ankles and to the floor. She was careful not to catch my restricted hard on when she pulled everything off of me.
She got off of the bed and slowly undressed, maintaining eye contact with me as each piece of clothing went to the floor. She straddled me once more, running hot kisses down my chest to my navel where she licked it in and out. If I had the strength I would turn this bitch over to all fours and ram her as hard as I could. Whatever she gave me has me under her control and I must obey. She took my dick in her mouth and deep throated me. I thought I was going to lose it all right then because I have never seen this done to me in the daylight. My back arched and my body convulsed at her powerful sucking motions.
"Oh God....ahhhhh...Roxy...." I felt so intoxicated between the drugs and her touches. She stopped and nibbled on the insides of my thighs. She moved like a panther back up to my lips and kissed me, licking and biting my lips. I felt her desire dripping onto my flesh and it was hot like acid. My hand reached down for her wetness and I began to finger her hard clit. The thought of early this morning was fading fast as I pushed a finger into her wet center, juices pouring onto my hand. She pushed onto my fingers as my thumb rubbed her nub and she looked like she was in a trance.
Her eyes were closed and her body swayed-it was picture perfect. She groaned my name and gently moved my hand away, reaching for my cock that was raring to go at any time. She stroked me a few times with her hand and then put me inside of her. The joining sent me to cloud nine as she bounced on my cock. We moaned together in song, my head felt like exploding from the sensual overload. We held each other gently as we progressed in our joint pleasure of one another. She was slippery and hot over me and I began to push a little harder. She had her head buried in my shoulder and I heard her whisper to me.
"Tell me who your friends are, Eric...and tell me what is wrong with Monica...." She moaned into my flesh and I felt her vocal vibrations through my body.
I was so high from the pain medication and the sex I relented to anything she asked of me. She nibbled on my ear and tightly gripped my biceps. I could feel my dick swelling inside of her and the pressure in my temples was exceeding tolerable amounts. I spilled out everything she wanted to know as I engaged into a lengthy climax. Our bodies were dripping with sweat from the heat in the room and I nuzzled my head into Roxanne's chest, feeling her hardware. I rubbed her clit ring and she started to quiver all around me. I held my breath as my climax peaked and I let go of everything I had. We continued to sway a few more times until we were both done. I gently kissed my lover on the mouth as the sudden drop in blood pressure fazed me out cold.
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I woke up several hours later right where I had passed out. I felt a little funny from whatever it was that Roxanne had given me, and my bare skin was cool to the touch. I blinked my eyes a few times and saw that Roxanne was gone, to where I have no idea. The place was completely quiet and then I remembered that she had to pick up her Excursion today.
The sex we had was amazing considering how my injuries still handicapped me from what I would really like to do to her. That mixed with painkillers-the bitch fucking outflanked me to get information. Suddenly I felt so stupid-I told her everything while I was high as Mount Rushmore. John and Monica were going to kill me when they find out about it. I shook my head at my own impotence and remember Monica telling me how I always think with my dick. Roxanne waited until I was completely vulnerable to ask and it made me wonder if all of us had been overheard somehow. My thoughts ventured over to Devin and his unusual behavior toward me this morning. Could it have been him?
Something smelled strange in the bedroom; something that definitely wasn't there hours ago. I carefully sat up and looked around, a dull ache plaguing my body presumably from the drugs. There was a white box at the edge of the bed someone put there as I slept. I scooted down and sat on the edge of the bed and read the shipping label. It was addressed to me, but at Roxanne's address. I hadn't told anyone I was staying here unless I have been followed without knowing. The smell was definitely coming from that box and it appeared to have no return address on it other than the postage place it was shipped from. It looked like it came from DC and it was shipped next day to this address. Holding my breath I tore open the box flaps and rummaged through the packing peanuts to find the lid of a jar facing up to me.
The smell was stronger now. It almost smelled like formaldehyde emanating from it. I pulled the jar from the tight space of the box and brought it up to eye level: There was a man's decapitated head swimming in the solution. My heart stopped and sank as I dropped it and rushed to the bathroom. I quickly lifted the toilet seat and threw up several times. Once I regained posterity, I limped back out into the bedroom. Someone was definitely on to me and possibly John and Monica. I put my clothes back on and took the jar-o-head out to the dumpster in the rear of the estate. I didn't want Roxanne to see this and completely go off the deep end on me. I still had to come up with some sort of proof that there are aliens roaming the planet. I went back inside and picked up the nearest phone to call Monica. I wanted to inform her of this, but the phone just rang constantly. Why can't people buy answering machines anymore?
I slammed the phone down and gimped my way back to Roxanne's bedroom. I slammed the door shut and locked it to keep anyone else from 'popping' in on me. I took out my gun and cocked it ready for action. I opened my laptop and plugged in the phone line to access the Internet to find out what the hell was going on. The only thing I can figure is that head used to be my blind contact and someone knew he was talking. This made me think that we might have to start moving a lot sooner than expected.
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Chapter Twenty-Four
Doggett:
"Di Salvo." Luckily this time I'd remembered to answer with my new identity and not mess it up by planting seeds of doubt in people's minds.
"Hi John, it's Roxanne. I need to ask you two things."
"Do you know what time it is?" Whatever time it was didn't matter to Roxanne when she had something on her mind. I tried to keep my voice low so as not to waken my bed partner. For some reason lately she had needed her rest more and more. She seemed at peace now with her chest gently rising and falling in gentle rhythm. "Go ahead, shoot." Roxanne seemed a little agitated, not at all like our confident boss.
"Just a reminder about tomorrow morning's filming. We'll pick you up at ten. That'll give us time to set up everything at Club Ra. Have you had a good chance to look over the script?"
It seemed to me that this wasn't the most important part of her phone call.
"Yes, you seem to be working us hard lately Roxanne but I'm not complaining. This is the most alive I've felt in years."
"Great that I can be a help in that area. Your friend Eric has certainly sparked up my love life, I can tell you." She immediately went quiet and I knew she was about to come out with the real reason for her call. My stomach went cold as I waited for her to speak.
"Devin told me something disturbing this afternoon that I know you'll be able to clear up for me." My mind did cartwheels. What had he heard of our secret conversation that afternoon? We all knew it would only be a matter of time before we'd need to tell Roxanne the truth. She had been good to us at our time of need, she deserved some facts but how she would take it was a matter of concern to us. We needed the cover she provided us to stay low until all was ready to go back to DC and fight for our cause. I decided to test the waters.
"Oh, I'll help if I can. What is it?"
"Can you tell me anything about Eric being in the FBI? Don't deny it now, I found his badge in his belongings this morning." My throat went dry and I had to swallow.
"FBI? What makes you say that?"
"Just fucking talk to me John. I don't want to be lied to. Monica knows what I can do if I'm deceived." I decided to play safe.
"What has he told you?"
"Some nonsense about little green men trying to take over the world in ten years. What's your involvement in this?" Again I decided to share only a little.
"Eric's told us all about it. He used to work in the FBI and has contacts there. It's true, we are all in danger." I kept my voice low as Monica was beginning to stir. The fact that Monica and myself were also agents I would only divulge if needed.
"In danger? What kind of danger?"
"Look Roxanne, this is not the kind of conversation we should be having over the phone. Anyone could be listening." She went quiet again.
"John, if you and Monica are in any way involved in this or have been before we met you have to confide in me. You owe me." She had a point. Whoever came after them Roxanne and her people could be caught in the crossfire. Again she went quiet. "As much as I am pissed off with Eric right now you guys should have told me everything." She wouldn't let me continue. "I thought you two were too good to be true."
"Roxanne, hold on. I know you're having second thoughts right now but believe me, this is exactly where we need to be."
"Fuck John, you talk about danger. Danger from so called these aliens?" Monica was moving in the bed.
"John?" she said wearily still with eyes closed. "Who is it?"
"Look Roxanne, we'll talk tomorrow okay?" I tried not too say anything that would needlessly worry my dozing partner.
"After the morning shoot then. I want to see you, Monica and Eric in a closed meeting in my office. Be there or believe me, I will kick your sorry asses from here to Australia and not look back. I'm very tempted to do that right now, I can tell you!"
"We'll be there." Monica rested a hand on my forearm and slid it along as I hung up the phone.
"What did she want?" Her voice was soft with little resonance and I knew she was still partly asleep. I slid back next to her and drew the bedcovers over the both of us. My arm rested gently around her as though protecting her from harm.
"Go back to sleep Mon, Roxanne was just reminding us about the shoot and where to meet."
"Hmmm," she accepted my response and snuggled into my neck. With all that had gone on lately, including Monica's health issues I decided to keep Roxanne's concerns from her for now. I would tell her all before tomorrow's inquisition.
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Reyes:
We got the call for the next shoot from Roxanne in the early morning yesterday. I'm glad because between the party and the court shooting, I needed a little break. We had this shoot and one more and that fulfilled our contracts. The thought of renewing our contracts still lingered in my mind because of my situation that John still did not know about. I think he suspected something because his eyes expressed it each time he has asked me if something is wrong. I wanted to tell him so badly, but what he told me in Roxanne's bathroom about not wanting children made me feel that I shouldn't tell him anything until I made a decision of whether or not to keep this pregnancy alive.
Eric should have a handle on Skinner by the end of this shoot and we could make plans for heading home-hopefully. The feelings I had at the party the other night I could not shake. They were almost haunting me-or maybe warning me about something I am still uncertain of. It felt like we were being watched that night; Devin didn't act himself once he got us from Eric's room and that made my antennae go up. I could never get close enough to him to check for that sure sign of inhumanity on the back of his neck so I guess I was blind on this.
I took in a shaky breath as I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. This constant activity was beginning to wear me down, not to mention my bouts of nausea that I had to keep hidden extremely well from John.
"You ready to go? We need to get over to Club Ra." John said at the doorway. I leaned against the sink and my head dropped down. I felt like breaking down for good between the hormones and the stress. I composed myself and went out past John to the bedroom and put my Doc Martens on. "Are you feeling alright?" John asked, concerned.
"I'm fine. Just a little preoccupied." I replied without looking up from putting my boots on.
"Oh? About what?" John folded his arms across his chest in curiosity.
"It's just about how we're getting home. That's all." I started to head downstairs. I had wished that was whole truth, but it wasn't an option right now. John followed behind me to the garage and locked up as we were headed for a wild shoot at Club Ra at the Luxor Hotel.
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We walked into the Luxor's casino area following the signs to the club. The casino's d�cor was purely Arabic in nature and there was a man and woman who appeared to be Antony and Cleopatra. He was very nicely built and I couldn't help but stare at his rippling muscles. I had to shake myself from my stare before John noticed I was focusing on something other than him. He seemed to have that jealously complex about him and lately it was starting to bug me a little. It's not like I was going to use my hormones over my head like he did.
We got to the entrance of the club and Roxanne was outside waiting for us. Several extras she had cast for the shoot were already inside and camera crews were setting up the lighting and camera angles. I peered past her to see a glimpse of the 19,000 square foot dance club. There were dance poles and swings from the ceiling, a center stage dance floor with booths and tables around it, and two full bars. I am willing to bet at night this place is on fire. When I was done being nosy, I looked at Roxanne. She didn't seem to be her radiant self. In fact, she seemed visibly irritated about something. Devin was nowhere to be seen; instead she had another bodyguard watching her back for her. She gave each of us a short script to look over.
"How are you guys doing today?" she asked flatly.
"Um, good I guess. Something wrong?" I asked.
"I just didn't sleep well last night. It's nothing. Let's go over what we are doing before I have you two made up." She opened her script and John and I opened ours. "Now, this is basically the story. Monica, you are a dancer that works in this club. You mainly work the dance poles on the dance floor, so what you did at Maverick's I would very much like to see here. John, you are a telecom manager for Nevada Bell who sets up a blind date with this dancer through his work who happens to sponsor the dating service for their DSL service. Monica does a dance for you as you stand right next to the pole, but neither of you realize that you're the blind dates for each other. You meet at the club entrance and when you realize who you are, you decide to skip dinner and go straight for the home run, which will entail a little bit of torture. I hope you can handle it, John." Roxanne flashed a quick smile will an evil glare to her eyes. "Now, the dressing rooms are in back and they're waiting for you, so get going. Any questions?"
"Nope. Seems simple enough to me." John said as we entered the club and headed toward the back to get ready for this next shoot.
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I ended up wearing a black spandex-type outfit that had slits in the sides and legs to show-tease some flesh. It hugged my ass pretty tight and I had to wear matching stiletto heels. The top portion of the suit contoured my breasts perfectly: It was like wearing a Seven of Nine cat suit except cleavage was manipulated enough to show. If I looked like this, it made me wonder what John was going to look like.
The make-up lady came into my 'room' and put on her entourage of stage make-up and black nail polish before I could go out there. I could here generation-x remixes of Limp Bizkit and Coal Chamber blare from the dance area as the make-up was nearly finished. When she was through, Roxanne came inside as she left.
"Wow," she said amazed at my attire. "You look fantastic. Maybe in the next life..." She blinked herself out of her daydream and got back to business. "You're going to be filmed walking from here to the dance pole on the dance floor. John is going to be coming from the entrance and he walks up to you as you are doing your routine. Do a routine for him. Touch him, arouse him, do whatever it takes to get that emotional response. They'll be playing some pretty intense music to get you both in the mood. Any songs you would like to hear?"
"Beat It Upright by Korn. It's off of their new album Untouchables." I said.
"Deal. Whenever you're ready." She scooted out so I could get things rolling.
I strutted out of the small dressing room and headed out toward the dance floor. The music was deafening, but as I approached the lighting was kaleidoscopic, strobe lights flashed, eye of the storms sizzling at the bars, dancers getting down with the beat, and seductive women swung from swings at the ceiling. The camera followed my each movement. I flung my hair back as I walked onto the dance floor to my dance pole. I warmed myself up before we came, and it was a good thing. I stretched my leg straight up into the air and rested it up against the pole. Cameras were everywhere it seemed like. It was almost like being at a Rave party.
The Korn song came on and I put my leg down and swung myself around the pole. I looked into the audience and I saw John slowly approaching. He was in all black: Black slacks, black button up shirt and black tie. I thought my heart had stopped for a second, but I focused on my routine and licked my fingers as I came around the pole to face him. The words to this song were making me more than aroused.
"Are you ready for a good pounding, baby? Get Down. Are you ready to get it on? Don't pretend you're not fucking freaky, baby. I will spank that ass just for fun. Ass up high/make a mother fucker cry. It's so good that I could die. Help me stay alive. The time is right. I wanna feel it that you're tight. I'm down to feel this all night I'm going to beat it upright."
I listened to the music pound my eardrums as I crawled toward John on all fours like a cat stalking its prey. The make-up I had applied enhanced my eyes to burn holes through just about anything. John just stood there with a hungry look in his eyes and his hands on his hips. I grabbed him by the rim of his slacks and pulled him closer to me. I slowly moved both hands up his soft black shirt and back down, barely grazing his groin.
I freak-danced, grinding my hips inches from his face as I turned from his and put my leg up on the pole again, swinging myself around in a couple circles. I licked the pole when I came around on my second rotation, looking straight at John. I could tell his breathing was getting erratic watching me sweat in this cat suit dancing as if we were complete strangers.
"I'll behave, oh my god. Make me beg, my god. Yes, I'm ready for a good plugging baby. Come on bleed my ass just for fun. Don't let up until my ass is bleeding baby. Don't let up until you are done!"
I decided I needed to get closer, so I flung a leg over John's shoulder thrusting my crotch into his face as I arched my back slowly. I slowly stood back up straight, my leg stayed on his shoulder. He gently put his hand on my thigh to steady me, and then it started to move up and down. I put my arms around his neck and swayed with the hard, rule-defying music. He was definitely getting into the mood. I felt his hot breaths through the material of my outfit, eliciting an extremely wet reaction from me. I took my leg off of him and seductively pulled his tie to get him face to face to me on the dance floor. I ground my hips into his, and he responded by putting his hands on my hips and grinding back. I bent over in front of him and grabbed my ankles, pushing my ass into the bulge that was quickly forming in his pants. His hands firmly gripped my hips as I rubbed up against him and I could feel his arch is back slightly. My body was burning up in this suit and beads of sweat were forming where the flesh was exposed to air.
John helped me back upright and I flung my hair into his face. He took a deep breath in to smell my hair and his hands roamed up to my breasts, feathering them lightly. That practically made my body go rigid. I broke free from him and swung around the pole, legs out to the side. When I came around to him I clamped my legs around him and let go of the pole, sending us both to the floor with me on top of him.
"Cut!" I heard Roxanne's voice over the studio monitors. The music cut and everyone took five. I stood up off of the floor and saw Roxanne on an elevated tower with a microphone in hand. "That went better than I expected. Are you sure you have never done this before?" She took a drink of something. "Okay, you guys, get up to the entrance so we can shoot that part." It took a few minutes for the crew to readjust their cameras for the new scene. Raoul gave John and I each a cold bottle of water. I was breathing pretty hard from my activity and my arousal. I downed it pretty quick, hoping I will still have energy for the other half of the shoot. According to the script, I get to torture John. That should be quite fun.
"That was amazing, Monica. You look so hot." John said looking me up and down. "Almost gothic like. Freaky hot." He kissed me on the lips lightly and we both heading for the entrance of the club.
"Okay, everybody places please!" Roxanne called. John stood at the entrance of the club and I was waiting in the background to enter. "And...ACTION!"
John looked at his watch under his cuff. I approached him from behind and placed a hand on his back. "Are you John?"
"Yes. And you are?"
"I'm Monica. We were supposed to meet as a blind date?" I smiled seductively.
"Well, I'll be damned. We were just dancing out there. I never imagined that you were the girl I was supposed to meet." He smiled as he looked me up and down in my cat suit.
"What did you have in mind for tonight?" I asked as I clasped my arm with his.
"Well, I thought I might take you to dinner at Emeril's over at the MGM."
"I have a better idea...Why don't we just go over to my place and go straight for the dessert entr�e?" My lips were barely touching his. I was hot. I wanted to get this scene going before I blew up from spontaneous combustion in this material. We both smiled at each other thinking about the same objective and began to walk off into the casino.
"And...CUT!" Roxanne called out. "Perfect. Fucking perfect. Take a break and get out of those clothes. We're heading back to my studio to film the rest." She seemed to be taking a bigger interest in keeping busy than socializing. It made me worry about what she was so concerned with.
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After we got dressed we followed Roxanne back to her studio to prepare for the action packed conclusion of the shoot. She had us get back into our costumes there and led us to a mock-bedroom that had a king-size bed up against the wall with four bed posts and black satin sheets, a nightstand, dresser, a shelving unit with books and an eye of the storm, and candles covered every available space on the bedroom furniture. Incense burned giving a vanilla aroma to the room and the candles set the mood for the upcoming shoot.
There was a bucket of ice next to the bed and I opened the drawer to the nightstand and saw that there were feather-laced handcuffs, blindfolds, a dildo, different flavors of licking cream, flavored personal lubricants, and some sort of hot cherry clitoral stimulation gel. I had to close the drawer quick to keep my head from exploding-this was giving me a lot of ideas for the work coming up. I looked up at the wall and saw a type of steel stake nailed into the wall; Roxanne must have had someone who wanted to be crucified in one of her prior shoots. My thoughts ventured over to handcuffing John to the bed-question was: which one of us got cuffed first...
I felt a warm breath brush across my neck. "Hello, beautiful," John whispered into my ear. "You ready for this?"
I smiled coyly, turning to face him and wrapped my arms around his neck. "You have no idea." I responded licking his chin with my tongue. I saw the look in his eyes change from admiration to hunger and lust. I was ready for this. Despite how I felt, I was going to nail him harder than Christ on crucifixion day.
"You guys ready for this?" Roxanne asked as she approached us in our embrace and rolled her eyes. "Like I needed to ask..." She paused and looked around. She signaled the cameraman to turn on the lighting so the filming wouldn't come out too dark. "Alright, you two...I want you to start in the doorway and Monica, you lead him in, hand on his shirt like you're gonna fuck him till he passes out, yada, yada, yada...you know the drill and you've read the guidelines. Places everyone." Roxanne still didn't sound too enthusiastic. This was the first time since I have been around the boss who had non-stop sex appeal to a complete closure of her seductive personality. It seemed as if she were cold to a certain extent, which was not at all like her. Her aura was totally the opposite of when I first met her. Maybe it was just me...She rubbed her temples and took her place behind the cameras. John and I took our place outside of the door fa�ade and waited for our cue. "And....ACTION!"
We stepped inside and I closed the door behind John. John looked around at the room with its candle-lit aura and took in a deep breath. "You obviously like candle light versus regular light....Is it more stimulating than being in the dark?" He asked.
I took him by the shirt and slammed him into the wall next to the nightstand and engrossed myself in a hot, wet, tonguing kiss. I ground my hips fiercely into his as I undid his tie and ripped his shirt open. I listened to the buttons hit the floor as I rubbed my hand in circles on his tight chest muscles and made similar motions with my tongue in his mouth.
John took his shirt off the rest of the way and dropped it to the floor and placed a firm grip on my waist. He responded to my hip grinding by pushing his growing bulge back into me. I bit his lower lip and moved my fiery kisses down his neck to his collarbone. John's breathing grew irregular from short fast breaths to holding his breath and letting it out in an audible gasp.
He remained pinned against the wall as I went lower to his nipple hardware, licking, biting, and tugging. He rested his head back against the wall and closed his eyes, writhing at the pleasure I was sending throughout his body. "Oh God, Monica..." I heard him growl. It made me hotter for him when he did that and I started biting and tasting the flesh on his chest. I went to my knees and bit through the material restricting his hard on lightly.
I let out a hot breath through the material as my teeth held on for a few seconds. I felt John's hands gently on the top of my head, lightly grazing through my hair. I looked up and he was staring right down at me, giving me silent permission to go further. I placed my palms on his stomach and slowly traced my fingers down to his zipper, slowly undoing it until it stopped.
I unbuttoned his pants and slid them down, exposing his throbbing hard on that begged for its freedom. John kicked the pants away as well as his shoes, and I placed my fingers inside of his black underwear at his hips and fingered his underwear off of him so that he was completely naked before me. The sight of him completely naked for me to admire made my heart flutter. The thought of consuming him with the flavored gels in the nightstand gave fuel to the fire burning inside of me. I stood up and placed my lips on his and he wrapped his fingers in my hair for a stronger hold. When we broke the kiss, I ran my tongue from his chin all the way down to the head of his dick.
My fingers followed down, lightly digging into his skin as they made their way to the bottom of his shaft and balls. I took him into my mouth deep as I massaged him with my hands. I felt him whimpering and his legs tense up as I sucked him hard. His hands went to his sides, his fingers digging into the wall. I looked up at him and in the candle-lit room I could see tears forming in his eyes and I knew it wasn't from pain; he was in such an ecstasy the only way he could show how he felt was for his body to physically tell me. I stayed there for a short while, as I did not want for him to come just yet. I stood up and took his hands, leading him to the satin sheets on the bed. "Your turn, Mon." John said.
I shook my head.
"Close your eyes," I said as my body pressed into him, causing him to lie down on his back. He did I told him and I went to the nightstand next to the bed and grabbed two sets of handcuffs and two sets of foot shackles. Luckily the keys were on top of the nightstand or else he would really be screwed when we were done; I don't think I could explain to a locksmith that I locked my boyfriend to a bed with a straight face.
"Put your hands out above your head." He did so and I slapped the cuffs on each wrist and the other ends to each bedpost. John opened his eyes but didn't really fight. Instead he gave some resistance to his restraints, causing his muscles to pump up. I could feel the desire in between my legs throb uncontrollably and wetness was starting to cascade into my costume that was now unbearably hot. I still had two more sets of shackles to chain his sexy ass down with, so I reverse straddled him with the other set of restraints going to his ankles and the other two bedposts. I whispered, "Oh God," under my breath as I turned around to see that he was now under my complete control.
"Bring it on," John growled. I smiled seductively and reached for a candle on the nightstand. His eyes followed as I picked it up from the nightstand to over his ripped chest. I watched his breathing grow faster, his chest quickly moving up and down. I licked my lips and spilled a little hot candle wax onto his flesh. John jerked from the sudden intense burning, but it soon subsided and I licked around it with my tongue. I didn't want to do this a lot, so I placed the candle down on the nightstand and reached into the drawer for the blindfold. I held it end to end in front of him smiling and he lifted his head for me to wrap it around his eyes. "I hope you plan on letting me have a little fun soon," he said as I tied the blindfold at the back of his head.
"Maybe," I said with an evil laugh. I grabbed a piece of ice from the bucket and placed it at his lips and slowly moved it down his chin, his neck, and then to his chest. I made slow circles around his nipples and I watched his skin cover itself with goose bumps from the chill. I moved the ice down the center of his chest down to his navel and down to the insides of his legs. I traced the ice cube back up toward his chest in slow, torturous movements and John's hands and feet were fighting the resistance of their restraints. I blew some air onto the ice-cold trails that I left on him causing him to shudder.
I laughed quietly at his expense, but I knew he would do something extreme to outdo me. I got up off of him for a moment to look at the flavored gels and creams that were in the nightstand. I took out a tube of strawberry personal lubricant and poured some into the palm of my hand. I put my hands together and lathered them to warm up the gel and I straddled John again. His breathing had calmed, but not for long. I took both hands and gripped his hard, aching dick and massaged him slowly up and down. I massaged the oil around his balls and he groaned at my touches. As I massaged him I bent down and tugged at his skin with my teeth.
"FUCK, Monica," John yelled. I could hear the camera crew silently moan at the torture session I was giving my lover. I let up on his cock as I could feel it swelling to a climax. I placed my hands at his sides and tongued his flesh up to his nipples once more. I made my way up to his lips and forced my tongue past his and tasted his juices. My fingers clawed at his tense pectorals as I pushed into him with my intense kiss.
The throbbing in between my legs was starting to drive me to insanity when I decided I should cave and let him have a little fun as well. I unlocked his wrists and without removing his blindfold his hands flung themselves around my waist despite our violent kiss. I had to break away from him for a moment so I could unlock his foot shackles. John kicked his feet around to the side of the bed, removed his blindfold, and I stood up with my back to him.
"Don't you EVER turn your back to me," he said as I felt him press into my back and we both ended up against the wall. He rested his weight against me, pinning me to the wall. He slowly pulled down the stretchy material of my suit until it was down to my ankles. I kicked what was left away with my shoes and I could feel his hard cock in the small of my back. I wanted him inside me now, but I knew that was pretentious on my part. "Hands above your head," he ordered. I did as he said and he pried the key to the cuffs from my hand. He unlocked one set of handcuffs and cuffed my hands together at the top of my head.
"My turn," he whispered into my ear. I was so enthralled in this I totally forgot about us being filmed. My breathing got hard and fast as I listened to the cuffs click until they were locked onto me.
"I'm gonna turn your ass inside out," he growled. He put the blindfold over my eyes, securing it at the back of my head. All I could feel was his breath bouncing off of the back of my neck. I could feel wetness pouring down the inside of my thigh as I felt his continued presence against my body. The thought of him doing things to me that I couldn't see was so erotic it sent wave after wave of excitement through me. I felt him back off and then I felt his tongue on the inside of my thigh up to my wet throbbing center. I positioned my hips out a little to grant him better access and I felt him growl as his tongue pushed into me. One hand massaged my leg and the other fingered my hard clit. My breathing got more and more intense and I noticed it slowly growing into whimpers and moans. Then John stopped.
"Get on the bed," he ordered and he led my bound hands to where he wanted me. I lay down and he put my bound hands around what I assumed to be one of the bedposts. I heard him digging around in the nightstand and then I felt his presence close to me. He rubbed some sort of lubricant over my labia and I soon realized that it was the hot cherry clit gel. It became quite warm and it made the throbbing of my clit even more intense than it was. My restrained hands pulled on the bedpost, the metal from the cuffs making clanging sounds as I jerked. Then I felt something else rub on my intensity and I realized that it must have been the dildo. He rubbed it up and down on me, spreading the hot gel around more.
"Oh my GOD, John..." I panted as he pushed harder and I felt the rubber dick penetrate me. It was a little bigger than John and I could feel the surrounding tissue stretch out somewhat. He started out slow to see how far he could get into me. When he reached the stopping point I gasped and so did he. He moved the object in and out of me slowly and I squirmed in the immense pleasure that this was giving me. The muscles throughout my body were on overload trying to keep themselves from straining. He started turning and twisting it inside of me as he pushed it in and out, bringing me to the point of an orgasm. My breaths turned into screams for him to keep going. When my orgasm hit, my body shook so violently it moved the bed. John pulled the dildo out of me slowly and I felt my juices chase after it and onto the bed. I felt John's breath at my lips and I opened my mouth to let him in. Our mouths met, tongues entwined in another hot kiss. "John," I said in between breaths, "that was incredible."
"I'm not even done with you, yet..." He said as he pulled my hands from the bedpost and me up on my feet. He took my hands above my head and I felt him hook my restraints on something that was in the wall-the crucifixion stake, perhaps? I heard John's footsteps walk away from me; he rummaged around in the nightstand again and then came back to me. I felt something cool pour onto my skin and it drizzled down my body. It smelled like chocolate. Gravity started to pull on my restraints as John began his assault on me with his tongue. He took the chocolate syrup that was on me and made circles around my nipples with it, licking it away when he was done playing with his 'food.'
It made me jump and I held my weight in the handcuffs and bent my knees, feet up against the wall. John licked his way down my body, smearing what he could and cleaned it away. He took my legs and wrapped them around his waist as he teased my center with his cock. He growled as he touched me and kissed my neck. He entered me forcefully, jerking me back up into the wall. I still had some energy left, but I was tiring quickly.
He thrusted in and out, running his fingers down to my nipples and squeezing them with his fingertips. He stopped and pulled out carefully, gasping as he extracted himself. "Why did you stop?" I asked him as I caught my breath. This was getting so intense I knew I could muster up another powerful orgasm. I felt John unhook me from the wall and he guided me back to the bed where I ended up on all fours with my hands around the bedpost again. Was he going to finish me doggie-style like before?
I felt something warm and wet pour over my anus and I knew then he was going someplace I had never been before. I was always curious in how anal sex would feel compared to intercourse, but never tried it. I felt John's hands rub my back down, his oily fingers moving down to my ass. I could feel his dick near the hole and he slowly pushed himself inside. I heard groans from all over the room including myself. It was painful at first, but John snaked a hand around and began to massage my clit and finger fuck me. I jerked my head back from the hard pressure, but the pain and the pleasure made me tingle. I sucked in breath after breath, my body shaking with each rocking motion of our union. John's other hand tightly grasped my hip, his nails piercing my flesh.
"Come on, bitch..." he yelled, "Fucking COME ON!" He fucked me in the ass with even more force, making the bed squeak and me along with it. My body shuddered under his control, and his constant massaging of my clit was about to put me over the edge. The pressure forced me to pulsate at his fingertips and I felt him swelling inside my anal cavity. He put both of his hands on my head and pulled on my hair as he came-pumping harder and harder until his manliness was emptied. When he was done, he rested his head on my back and I remained on all fours trying to catch my breath. I noticed that I was trembling ferociously and I took my hands from the bedpost and removed my blindfold. John pulled himself out and his come oozed out of me slowly. I turned around to see that he was leaning against the wall and I went up to him and kissed him softly on the lips. "So how about dinner?" he asked as he smiled.
"Ummm...cut...." Roxanne squeaked. We both looked over to her behind the camera and she looked like she was in shock or something. She shook her head and fumbled with a clipboard that she eventually dropped to the floor. She leaned up against the wall and rubbed her eyes for a second and looked over at us. "I don't know where you guys get your ideas...Jesus Christ..." She took in a deep breath and continued. "When you guys compose yourselves I need to see you in my office." She looked over at the crew. "That's a wrap. Nice work." She walked out of the room as the crew started to clean up. I looked over at John, a little confused by what she needed to see us about. It made me wonder if the suspicion I was sensing all along was valid.
"What's that all about?" I asked my lover as I stood up to receive a robe from Raoul.
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Chapter Twenty-Five
Doggett:
What a shoot! We'd been given scripts that more or less gave a little dialogue and outlined the story of our blind date but meeting by coincidence beforehand. It said we were instantly chemically attracted to each other then decided to skip our plans and head straight for Monica's home and bedroom and a night of wild sex. Roxanne knew by now that we didn't need so much to work on, our instincts took over whenever we were in close proximity.
Wild was the word! I never believed I could ever act that way with a female. My sex life in the past had been good but conservative, with Monica it was beyond my wildest dreams. Something had clicked with us emotionally and sexually that gave me second and third thoughts why I had foolishly waited so long.
On the back of my eyelids I played out the morning's scenario. What Monica had done to my body had been exquisite. The pain of the hot wax on my chest and stomach had only been short-lived compared to her oral and tactile exploration afterwards. The feel of her mouth engulfing me and her hot oily hands manipulating me to the brink brought back shivers of pure pleasure.
When it had been my turn to reciprocate I had gone feral. To me her body was one big playground letting me play to my heart's content. I remembered back a little concerned that I'd hurt her petite frame as I'd pounded into her against the wall with force. What I was more concerned about was the anal sex. What was I thinking? Never before had I contemplated actually going through with penetration that severe. It was totally right at the time, a logical step forward in our fucking amazing sexual union. I just hoped I hadn't left scars.
I now lay buggered out on our bed recuperating while Monica was making a snack in the kitchen.
The cool satin sheet draped over my naked form just above my hips exposed my bare chest and abdomen to the cooled air. The gentle hum of the air conditioning lulled me into unconsciousness.
Monica still didn't know about Roxanne's concerns and why she had wanted to meet with us in her office after the shoot. She had been less than her bouncy, vibrant self all morning and I'd wondered if Monica had noticed. She had reluctantly but understandably let us have a couple of hours grace to gather our strength before the inquisition.
There were several times throughout the morning I was going to talk but something always came up. I was very concerned about her health. She'd been vomiting in the toilet early that morning. Her tiptoeing suggested she didn't want me to hear but it was obvious. She thought I hadn't noticed her trying to hide the extent of her illness but I knew that she'd been as sick as a dog for the past week. I'd admired her for the fact that she could go through the shoot with perfection but from past experience I knew her stamina and resolve. There was more to this illness of hers than she was letting on. Her caginess only added to my curiosity.
The last time I remember anyone feeling this way was Barbara when she was pregnant with Luke.
She would throw up every morning for the first three months and then it all stopped just as suddenly. Monica was worse than this though; it was lasting well into the day. Each time I approached her on the subject she assured me that the doctor said she would be fine as long as she ate her small meals and drank plenty of fluids. I had to believe her, she would never have cause to deceive me.
The niggling thought in the back of my mind told me that if she was pregnant then she mustn't be confiding in me for some reason. A sickening feeling flowed over me. What had Eric and Monica done when I was hanging around Candy? If she'd slept with him and become pregnant that would ruin our whole relationship and the rest of my life. This single act would take away the one thing that was the dearest to me in the whole universe. My love for this woman was more than life itself. I pushed the thought away dismissing it as needless paranoia. Like a slowly progressing disease, it kept rearing its head at inappropriate times.
"John, want some of this?" Monica came over to the bed and sat on the edge. She held out a plate of toast and jam and placed a glass of milk on the bedside table. I woke with a start and when I realized what she'd asked I just shook my head really needing the rest. Her fingers traced over the painful red patches on my chest and stomach then went down and kissed each one lightly.
"We're going to have to ask Roxanne for danger money." She kissed my lips and I could feel her smile on them. My small chuckles hurt my chest. "Just to think, with all the royalties and money we've made after this shoot we will have made an easy $40 000."
"So why is it Monica that you don't want to renew our contract? Wouldn't you like to make more so that we can live comfortably here? We're still not sure when we'll be going back, if we ever do. We may need to stay here for months or even years."
Monica's head hung a little and I knew she was thinking.
"Is there something you want to tell me about your condition?" Her head sprung up to look in my eyes.
"What makes you say that?" She responded a little too quickly. If I didn't know better at that stage I would have known that she was keeping the news from me.
"It's just that when Barbara was pregnant she was sick like this." I wanted her to tell me the truth.
"John, it's nothing, I told you that." It was something, I knew her better than that but I couldn't force it out of her. My patience was needed until she was ready to talk. As if to take my mind off the topic she helped me sit up against the double pillows and propped herself up near me.
"Come on, you need food." She reached for a section of toast with strawberry jam and placed it near my lips. I ate it for her sake even though I wasn't very hungry. When it was all gone she kissed me and licked my lips tasting the remnants of the sweet jam. Her proximity lit an eternal flame in me. How could I be spent from the shoot but as soon as Monica paid attention to my body that spark ignited once more?
"I'm sorry." The words appeared automatically.
"Sorry, for what?" She lifted the glass of milk to my lips and I drank. Such a simple gesture of feeding me was effectively erasing away all the doubt I had in my mind about her love and devotion to me.
Placing the empty glass back she peeled off her clothes and slid under the sheet with me.
"Hmmm, this feels so good." She slipped around feeling the softness of the material on her body and then ran her hand over my chest then down tracing my hip and thigh. "And this feels even better," she purred. Her lips trailed over my shoulder leaving a wet line where her tongue had been.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you this morning, I was getting a little carried away."
"You carried away? You don't know how much you turn me on John." She slithered up to be level with my face and left her hand on my abdomen almost tickling me with her fingers. "You could have done anything at all to me and I would have still come like a volcano."
"But aren't you sore? I promise I've never contemplated doing that to anyone before, it just came naturally."
"I'm a little sore." Her head moved to my ear and sucked on the lobe and ran her tongue around the ridges. Whispering she continued, "That was the most erotic thing anyone's ever done to me." I was very surprised to hear this. Her wet tongue splashed inside my ear canal, which sent waves rippling down my body. "What was it like for you?" At this point my breathing began to increase and I knew she felt it too.
"It was tight and hot and my fingers inside and on you at the same time made it even tighter." Her knee rested on my thighs and her toes traced their way down my legs to my feet. Her slow body movements against me and her quiet breaths were signals she was becoming aroused again.
"Hmmm," her breath flowed over my neck and her rumbles vibrated on chest. "Lover, keep talking to me just like that."
"What do you want me to say?" This was the first time anyone had been so enthralled with me talking sexy to them except on the odd occasions over the phone.
"Something erotic." She blew warm streams on my chin as I felt her hand snake down to between her legs. "Something so sensuous we may never do it in real life." Her body moved in ripples and I felt the back of her hand move against my thigh as she ran her fingers along her labia then slip inside. My hand moved to take over but she swatted it away wordlessly.
As I thought, her mouth opened and her tongue licked her lips, her hips rotated on her fingers as a throaty groan came from her mouth. "Surprise me."
"Okay, just imagine we're in bed together sleeping. Our bodies are nude just lightly covered by a single silk sheet. I awake hearing a sound. The first instinct is to look at the clock. It's 3.30 am. Then there is movement in the room and a hand goes over my mouth and I hear a whisper that is not yours. 'Just cooperate and no one will be hurt.'
"Who is it?" Monica asked almost in a daze. Her finger movements were still slow and deliberate.
"In the dim light I make it out to be 'Antony' from Club Ra. I remember you liked his muscled form. In this fantasy would you like him to do you while I watch?" My voice was sandy and quiet. Her chest heaved out and her fingers went deeper, she didn't need to reply.
"He saw you at the club and liked what he saw. He wants to fuck you Monica. Will you let him?"
"Y..e...sss." This was reason to go on.
"While I look on next to you he pulls back the covers to see your naked form and runs his hand down your arm then over your butt and traces his finger in your crack. You roll onto your back and he handles your breasts with both hands kneading them mercilessly. He looks over to me and chuckles, 'You have a fine woman here but she needs to be shared. I'm going to take this sexy bitch while you watch.'" Monica groaned loudly and moved her legs further apart. I was tempted to lay my fingers with hers but was getting extra sexual enjoyment from watching her touch herself.
"He then kisses you until you are fully awake. They are deep wet kisses while his hand roams down to between your legs. Your fingers are his now, slipping in and out, feeling over your very aroused clit."
"Are you.... jealous...John?"
"No, because I know we're going to have you together. We will both consume you, two bodies inside one." Her gasping was audibly and her nipples were so hard they scratched my skin.
"He removes his clothes as you watch. The layers peel away to reveal a very big muscled, tanned body. As his member springs out of his briefs you can't believe it could ever fit inside you. His hand moves yours to feel his stiffness and his readiness to impale you. You imagine him stretching you like elastic while his muscles heave around you.
"He rolls you onto your stomach and you become even more excited about him doing you on all fours. He reaches for something in the dresser and you then know he's going to fuck you elsewhere." Monica's breathing became so uneven I thought she was going to come then but she seemed to try and calm herself before relaxing a little.
"The thought of this massive dick in your still sore ass fills you with the most pleasurable fear you've felt in your life. His oily fingers poke inside you and begin stretching and priming your entrance. He's testing to see how easily his erection will fit inside you." At this point my fingers join hers and I feel just how aroused she is. Her clit is rock hard and I can feel her heat radiating and burning my skin.
"Oh..... John." Her writhing next to me was sending messages to my own erection but I knew this act was all for her this time.
"He then oils his cock and places the head at your perky small opening. He pushes a little at first testing the boundaries. It's slow going but you deliberately relax your muscles so that the head pops inside. You call out in ecstasy." Her head arched back and her legs opened even wider to allow two fingers to slip inside her and finger fuck.
"After waiting a short moment he pushes slowly inside. About a third of the way he pulls out then shoves it in a little further until it suddenly slides right in. You gasp in pain and longing as he pumps you in steady rhythm and growls in his chest. You are hot and tight on his huge dick." Monica was on the verge of ejaculating so I paced the story along.
"Then without words he indicates for me to join him. My cock is twitching with desire for you and I wonder what it will be like fucking your cunt while he works on your ass. I sip underneath you and I know you want both of us because you move your hips to meet my pole. Your legs are either side of my hips and his knees are between yours and mine. He slows a little while I find your opening and ram it in. It feels tighter than usual and as he moves I can feel his erection move past mine only millimeters apart.
"You now have two dicks fucking you, one in each hole. We match a rhythm, in and out, out and in as your world goes inward into dreamland. You relish the feel of two cocks stuffing you like Christmas turkey and disregard the small amount of pain you feel in you ass."
I felt my lover begin to shudder on my fingers and knew by now that she was going to come in a big way. My fingers slipped all over hers then inside her fiery hole. All I wanted to do now was take her by force but this was different. This sex was mind play.
"Just as you start coming you feel us both swell more inside you and know we're about to let out our seed. As you feel the waves of erotica you slow to also feel the surges of the two poles deep inside you. The thought of three bodies and three orgasms at once all connected sends you into a frenzy of overwhelming pleasure and you cry out. 'Oh GOD!!!'."
"Oh God! FUCK!"
"Antony's large hands hold your hips steadfast as he pumps every last bit up your ass. My hands wrap around your waste then feel up and down your back as my dick is totally drained inside you.
"As we slip out you feel a torrent down your legs and drip to the sheets. You know your come juices are mixed with ours." As her breathing slowed I felt an overwhelming sense of well being that I had satisfied her once again. Our love making even though frequent was still just improving all the time. It made me think about where we'd be next week or even in the coming months.
"John," she finally spoke and my fingers slowly slipped out of her. "Would you really want to do that?" Moving to her ear and kissing it lightly I responded.
"I'd never want to share you with anyone. I want you to myself." She wrapped her arms around me and I felt her smile on my chest.
"I only want you too. I can never see myself being with anyone else." We hugged tightly confirming our mutual love and contentment with each other until we relaxed and dozed for the next two hours.
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"So what does Roxanne want?" I felt guilty I hadn't spoken to her before this but there wasn't time.
We traveled along the road to Roxanne's for the meeting she was so keen for us to have.
"Do you think she wants to talk about renewing our contracts?"
"What will you say to her Mon?" She looked out the window deep in thought.
"What if we're in the middle of another six shoot contract and we're called back to DC? We won't be able to just up and leave?" That was correct but I sensed something more to her apprehension. If she was indeed pregnant, which she would have told me, then I understood this reluctance to be bound in a contract. It felt like acid in my stomach when I thought about the possibility that Eric had knocked her up. I vowed the next time I got him alone I'd quiz him. I'd get it out of him no matter what. My jaw clenched just thinking about it. On the other hand I wouldn't blame Monica if she had slept with him. I was acting like an ass hanging around Candy like I did. Even if Eric had gone as far as I had I would be devastated.
"We should consider renewing, we're going to still need money to live here. You must admit what we're doing is easy money. Unless you want to be a cocktail waitress and I could be a bodyguard?"
"Nah!" We both said together and laughed. She placed a hand on my knee and rubbed my thigh.
"John, I don't know what I'd do if we'd been separated back in the desert." Her hand rested on my forearm and squeezed. "I would have missed you so much and been sick wondering what had happened to you."
"Me too Mon, I'm glad we're together." My eyes met hers and we both smiled contentedly.
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Chapter Twenty-Six
Doggett:
As we pulled up to Roxanne's front gate there wasn't much time left to plant the seed in her mind what our boss knew about Eric.
"Mon?"
"Yes?"
"Roxanne knows Eric is FBI." Monica began to talk then stayed quiet for a while possibly thinking about the times they could have been overheard in conversation.
"Do you think she overheard us talking?"
"No doubt someone overheard something. I think we need to come clean with her. If she's heard snippets of misinformation it could be more dangerous for us than not knowing anything."
We'd reached the front entrance and my partner unlocked her seatbelt. Going around to open Monica's door I was taken with the scenery. In the past week I had been too reoccupied, I hadn't had time to see the striking building and grounds.
Roxanne lived in a true mansion. It was a stone building two stories high with a red tile roof. It was Mediterranean in style and sprawled out wide and I knew it was longer at the back than it was wide. The front doors were giant wood carved monstrosities. The driveway was circular and paved with impressive saltillo tiles. It curved around a copse of medium height trees made up of many weeping willows, pines and taller palms. The main road was one hundred yards away behind a tall stucco fence that kept out the public's roving eye. Many colored fragrant flowers were planted around the edge of the drive and were also displayed in large pots near and around the front entrance. It was a sunny, hot day with a clear blue sky. The air was hot but pleasant and the atmosphere was quiet and tranquil.
I breathed in all the calmness I could and opened the door for my lover. Lifting her by the hand we made eye contact and both knew that the next few hours could mean either our cover was blown or Roxanne would offer to continue keeping us safe. My arm found a path around Monica's waist as we once more made out way into Roxanne's realm.
"Come, I'm Jeremy, Ms Derrik is expecting you by the pool." So this was Roxanne's second bodyguard. Where was Devin? Maybe it was his day off. We nodded and followed him down a long hallway with glass windows down one side opening onto the vast courtyard with the fountain we had done one of our shoots. The ground was cover in pale pink concrete paving that matched the heavy outdoor bench seats. The vegetation was lush and I began to wonder how many gardeners were on Roxanne's payroll. My insides went to jelly thinking about how we had made love there in that fountain and how I'd wanted my lover so much all day.
We passed through another chamber with a vaulted ceiling two stories high. Up above, the ceiling was painted very much like the Sisteen Chapel in Rome, in pastels of biblical scenes. Riches were shown in the myriad of original gold-framed paintings and the antique furniture scattered along the walls. To the left was a door leading to one huge room and to the right was another long corridor off which were many rooms. At the end was a staircase leading to upstairs. We came to another courtyard that had the pool. It was large, crystal clear blue and kidney shaped. One part was marked off with lanes for swimming laps. There was a spattering of cabanas with opulent pool furniture. Once again the vegetation was lush and colorful giving the atmosphere a tropical yet cooling feeling.
"Ms Derrik will see you now." Jeremy sounded more formal than Devin. It seemed Devin might have been more of a confidante than a servant. My mind went back to the feeling on various occasions that we may have been overheard. What had Devin told Roxanne? She must know my name wasn't di Salvo.
"Ahh my dynamic duo. Come." She stood and ushered us to two adjacent deck chairs. She had on a very sexy purple two-piece that showed off her tanned body and curves I'd seen before naked. I knew what Eric saw in her but for the life of me what did this strong, wealthy sexy woman see an that jerk? "Have you brought swim wear?"
"We were under the impression that this was a more formal meeting."
"Well darlings it was." She turned her attention to her bodyguard who was waiting by the pool courtyard entrance. "Would you find Raoul for me Jeremy and tell him to get these two some swimwear?" He nodded and left. She continued, her attention focusing on us, "But the figures just came in for your first five shoots and you two are sizzling. I had a call from Playboy and they were trying to buy out your contract." She sat down on her lounge as we sat. "Seems they'd not seen anything like you two before, two sexy, hot, couples who obviously love each other and have electricity in bed together, not to mention your acting talents."
We were in two minds what to think. We'd made good money with only one shoot to go to fulfill our promise. Maybe this was enough to tide us over until we were needed back in DC. On the other hand we shouldn't burn our bridges. Roxanne continued but in a more serious tone,
"Before we talk further about any future associations you two need to come clean with me."
"Come clean?" Monica questioned and I was about to say the same. How much did Roxanne know? I just knew we'd have to broach this subject just not in such a pleasant setting.
"I know everything but I was wondering how much you'd like to tell me." I'd thought as much. What had Roxanne done to Eric in bed to get him talking?
"It was that dumb shit Eric, wasn't it?"
"That 'dumb shit' happens to be my lover John di Salvo or is it John Doggett?" My limbs went numb. So she did know.
"Yes. Roxanne." Monica decided to talk but was careful to keep her voice low. "This is my FBI partner John Doggett and I'm special agent Monica Reyes."
"Monica!"
"It's all right John, she has a right to know for her own safety."
"You are damn right about that. How did you think you'd get off keeping something like this from me? I take you in and you deceive me. I trusted you." Did she want us to tell her more than what Eric had said?
"We initially didn't think it mattered, we had new identities and we were just two people looking for work."
"Hmm John, when Devin came to me mentioning your slip up on the phone I had to snoop. It's probably just as well for you that I talked to Eric before investigating online. That's what he assured me. I still find it difficult to get my mind around these aliens he mentions."
"Well they are out there and they are powerful and dangerous. We are just waiting for our contacts to tell us there's a way to defeat them and then we need to go back to our homes in DC." Monica divulged more than I would have said.
"I have to see these aliens of yours with my own eyes, I hope you understand that. I just wish you'd come clean sooner. So what happens now?"
"We're happy to do our final shoot. After that we're not sure what may happen."
Roxanne's reaction to our deception was surprisingly calm. Maybe she'd had a chance to mull over the events before confronting us.
"All right, taking into account this altered situation and in the light of the outside demand for your talents I am willing to double your salary if you'll sign up a new contract for six shoots. Think about it, you'll have a further $80 000 in your accounts within two weeks."
"Roxanne," Monica interjected. "We may not be able to fulfill six shoots."
"Hmm," she pondered. "I am willing to break them up then. Sign up for six. If you're needed in DC go, but come back when all is done and continue here with me." She could see our hesitation.
"All right, think about it over night. I want your decision before the final filming the morning after tomorrow." She didn't wait for our response but stood when Raoul came into the courtyard with swimsuits and towels.
"Go put these on in the cabana over there. I'm in the mood for swimming." I took the dark green speedos and yellow plush towel from Raoul and waited for Monica. "Go John, I just want a moment with your partner in crime here."
As I walked over to get changed I looked over my shoulder and wondered what it could be that Roxanne wanted with Monica and not me. My lover's face was worried and almost looked teary. Was Roxanne just being concerned about Monica's health or was it more?
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Chapter Twenty-Seven
Eric:
I woke up to a crashing sound outside of Roxanne's room. I blinked my eyes a few times and realized that it was very dark outside. I looked at the alarm clock on Roxanne's nightstand to see that it was somewhere around eleven at night. I stood up and put on my shirt and jeans and then opened the door to investigate the sound. Roxanne was nowhere in sight, though I presumed she might have been taking care of some escort business she was having trouble with earlier today. I walked out of the room and headed for the entrance where the crashing noise came from. I didn't see anything of consequence, so I turned back and headed for the back of the house.
The closer I got to the back, I began to smell something rank but familiar. When I got to the kitchen the rancid head I discarded into Roxanne's dumpster was on a cutting board in the middle of her kitchen. Behind it was Devin smiling with a very sharp knife in his hand. It appeared as though he had been carving the head open like a turkey and the brains were lying on the counter top.
"What the fuck, dude?" I asked with my heart pounding in anticipation. God, that thing smelled so bad I wanted to throw up again. It then dawned on me that Devin had to be a member of the conspiracy and he must have heard every word that we said at Roxanne's last party. It made me wonder who else knew. It only made sense; he was the one acting suspicious.
"You have no idea what you got yourself involved with. I can't let you exterminate us...we're the only ones that will outlive you and besides....humans are yesterday's news like the dinosaurs..." He took a swing at me, but I dodged it and hurried back to Roxanne's room for my gun. I was hopping down the hall like a fucking kangaroo, but I had to do it no matter how ridiculous it looked. When I got into the room, I slammed it shut and pulled my gun out of my duffle bag. As I turned around, Devin opened the door and entered with a huge grin on his face.
I shot one round into his chest where I thought his heart should be, but that didn't slow him down any. He came at me with a swift blow to my rib cage, sending me into the wall. I gasped for air as I slid down to the floor, but he picked me up by the shirt and hit me again in the cheekbone. That one stunned me as I saw tiny colorful stars before my eyes. Devin turned around and grabbed my laptop from the floor and stood over me.
"You're not gonna need this anymore." He said as he smashed it with his hands. Little does he know I back up everything with importance. The laptop fell to the floor in pieces and he grabbed me again, pounding my ribs for the second time. I started tasting blood on my tongue from the heavy beating I was withstanding. My body was in pain enough as it was without his help. He wailed on me some more, and all I could do was mentally call out to Monica...if she could only hear me...
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Reyes:
It was late at night and I was restless. I had been tossing and turning all night with issues swarming around my mind. Issues that involved me and John, Eric, our safety here, the suspicious aura I could read from Devin at the party...Fear was fueling my waking consciousness and it would not let go of me. The Club Ra shoot had gone extremely well and I was proud of my self that I didn't hurl over any of the extras that were on the dance floor. The actual adult portion of the shoot was exhausting for both of us, yet I was lying here wide-awake.
My mind wandered over to Gibson, Mulder, and Scully: Were they safe? Did they feel safe? I wasn't sure that we were, I wasn't sure what kind of reason I was going to give Roxanne for not renewing our contracts, and I wasn't sure what I was going to tell John when I actually tell him the truth about what is going on in my body.
I felt John's hand lightly touch my stomach as he rolled over, placing his arm around me. I was flat on my back staring at the ceiling, noticing that whomever was here before us liked that glow in the dark model paint that could only be seen at night. It kind of looked like stars in the sky from an abstract point of view, I suppose. I looked over at John as he slept peacefully and nuzzled his face with mine. He stirred slightly, but remained asleep. I closed my eyes to try and force myself into the unconscious realm of sleep, but that was soon quelled by John's hand wandering down my stomach to my labia. I gasped and my reaction must have waked him slightly. He felt my clit and rubbed it gently causing my desire to heat up and wetness to flow out of me. I looked at him and his head remained on the pillow...was he still sleeping.
I writhed at his touch, my hips heaving into his hand. I rolled over to my side and his hand remained tasking at its work. I could feel him growing into my back and his breathing was long and heavy. His fingers found my wetness and slid inside of me with slow in and out movements like what was done at Roxanne's. I forced my self to control my breathing using Yoga meditation breaths so I could ride this out. I knew I could have a long and powerful orgasm if I kept that up. Question was: Could John keep up?
"Jo-hn," I said in a broken whisper, "John..."
"Hmmm?" He asked as he raised his head.
"What are you doing?" I exhaled long and slow.
"I wanna make you scream," he growled into my ear and then nibbled on it with his teeth.
His fingers inside me were building up so much pressure I had a hard time not coming all over his hand. I could feel my juices oozing from my burning desire for him. My back arched into him and my chest heaved as he ground his hardness into my back. Small whimpers starting coming from the back of my throat as if it were a warning sign of me warming up to the overture to come. John kissed my neck and I turned my head as far as I could to face him and our tongues met in the darkness of the night. We broke off the kiss and John moved out from behind me as I went to my back. John pushed the covers off of the bed and I opened up to him, waiting for his throbbing intrusion.
"What are you waiting for?" I groaned trying to whisper to him.
He started with kisses on my ankles, then moved up my legs with licking and kisses on one and his hand chasing up the other until he reached my throbbing, wet center. He dug his teeth into my hip bone, gnawing on it like a dog chewing on a bone. He licked the crevice between my labia and my thigh making me jump a little because it tickled. I felt a smile on his lips as he kissed the area again lightly and his tongue went right to my swollen clit. I felt my whole body heave and I took a long breath in and held onto it. This was better than before and was the most magical sensation I have ever felt. I almost felt weightless again from the euphoria John was giving me. I started breathing again; only I noticed my vocal chords were starting to chime in a little more and more each stroke over my clit. John attacked me with his tongue, pressing hard with each motion. He suckled and savored me as I tightly gripped the bed sheets keeping my body down to the bed. I could feel myself approaching the shores of Avalon when he stopped dead in his tracks, leaving me so anxious and pumped up I thought my heart was going to blow a valve. He slowly moved up my body, his lips barely touching my skin as his breath bounced off leaving me chilled to the core. When he reached my neck he kissed it with vicious resolve, biting and tugging wherever he could. My fingers went to his hair, tussling it endlessly.
When he arrived at my lips he approached with an open mouth and I was ready for him. Our tongues pushed past one another in a fight for control, consuming one another. I growled into John's throat and that seemed to make him want more and more.
"Fuck me, John. As hard as you can," I groaned into his ear as I felt his erection tease at my opening. He pushed into me with all of his weight and force. My eyes rolled back into my head as the pressure and the pleasure were overbearing. I loved how he controlled me. I loved his empowerment. He went up and down in hard, controlled thrusts into my wet, slippery cavity. My head arched back into my pillow and he kissed my neck, his hands massaging my nipples sending wave after wave of excitement through my body.
He then moved his hands to each side of me, bracing himself. I could feel him swelling up to a boiling point, putting more pressure into me. I gritted my teeth for a few seconds, fighting the orgasm that wanted to flee from my body. It was building up: the most powerful and forceful orgasm I could ever have with the man of my dreams.
As I felt it take hold of my body, I felt something in the air. Something cold; horrible. John kept pumping away as my orgasm was still in play. The pressure went straight to my head, making me feel like I was going to burst several blood vessels in my brain. The more I came, the more I screamed. One after another, my clit quivered out orgasms like aftershocks of an earthquake. I went from seeing the ceiling to Eric's face; it was broken, beaten severely. I could hear him calling for me...he was in trouble...I closed my eyes to fight off this horrible vision in the middle of my climax, but it was no use.
My screams of passion went to screams of fear. I could see Devin's face and feel his presence in the room with me it seemed like. My first reaction was to try and find my gun, but John started to come in the middle of my climax marathon. I tried to squirm out from under him and began to hyperventilate from the evil I was sensing in our bedroom.
"John," I said panicked, "John, get up!"
He pushed off of me with a frustrated look on his face. "What? What's wrong?" He asked between breaths.
I jumped off of the bed and grabbed some clothes from my dresser. "Eric's in trouble." I put my shirt on then my jeans.
"In the middle of sex...Eric's in trouble...You feeling guilty about something I don't know about?" he inquired.
I put my boots on and got my gun out of the top drawer of the dresser. "Look, I can't explain it. Could you for once go on my instincts?" I didn't really have the patience to deal with his black and white, by the book street cop attitude.
"Okay, fine." He sounded pissed, but I didn't care. He put some jeans and a tee shirt on with his Nikes. I put my holster on the backside of my jeans and placed my pistol inside. I was going over to Roxanne's armed and ready. I nearly tripped over the parcel that Eric left with John as I made my way downstairs with John following behind with truck keys in hand. We got in, opened the garage door and were on the way to see if Eric was all right.
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When we got to Roxanne's we approached the security gate. Dave waved us by and we rushed to the back and parked. I jumped out of the truck and ran to the door. It was locked, so I gave it a good kick and it loosened it a little, but not much.
"Would you slow down for just a second?" John asked with his index finger pointing up to the air. "How do you know? For all I know you were just dreaming about the prick."
That was it. Screw it. I took my gun from my holster and shot three rounds into the lock and the door was open. I shook my head as I entered Roxanne's with extreme caution and my weapon ready. She was nowhere to be seen, but I could hear some yelling and crashing toward the back where Roxanne's room was. John and I looked at each other and we ran down the hall to her room where the door was closed. I could hear Devin and Eric's voice.
"You shouldn't be tapping into something you can't control, little man," I heard Devin say as I heard him punch Eric. Eric groaned in pain and it sounded like he was having trouble breathing. John waved me back away from the door and he positioned himself in front like he was going to kick the door down. We counted to three and John kicked the door off of its hinges and I came around inside and emptied my clip into Devin's back.
Much to my amazement, it didn't even make the motherfucker flinch. He grabbed me by the arm and threw me across the room into the wall; hitting my head so hard it stunned me. I hit the floor trying to ascertain which way was up. I heard more gunshots as I pulled myself up from the floor. Devin was laughing, as he knew we were no match for him. Eric was fiddling with something on the floor as Devin and John were scrapping next to him. He didn't look too well, his face was bruised and bloodied and his movements were even slower than before. Then I could hear Roxanne's voice coming from the hallway.
"What the fuck is going on?" She stood in the doorway with Dave and his gun was drawn, but Eric beat him to the final blow.
"Here, tough guy, handle this," he said as he jabbed Devin's leg with a hypodermic needle and pushed some sort of fluid into him. Devin shrieked in pain as he grabbed the needle and pulled it from his leg. "Say hello to your friends in hell for me, you mother fucking ape." Devin's body started to decompose like Rohrer's did in New Mexico except he didn't fly into the wall. He just decomposed into a slimy heap on the floor.
"What the fuck?" was the last thing I remember Roxanne saying as my head started spinning and then everything went black.
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Eric:
I sat up next to Devin's grotesque remains and let a deep breath out. My heart was pounding a million miles an hour from having the shit beat out of me yet all of my actions seemed to be happening in slow motion. Monica lay still on the floor across from me and I crawled over to her despite how bad my whole body hurt. I placed my hand, bloodied knuckles and all, on the side of her face. She was still breathing but out cold. John ran over to her kneeling at the crown of her head. I looked up and Dave was still in shock of what he saw, his mouth hanging open enough to catch flies.
"Believe me now?" I asked as I looked up to Roxanne, whose eyes were as wide as silver dollars.
"Uh...umm...I better call an ambulance..." she replied as she pointed to Monica and myself and left the room.
I shook my head and looked over to the pieces of my smashed laptop.
"Tell me you have back up copies," John urged.
I pulled out two CD's from between the mattresses on the bed and held them up. John sighed in relief and gave me a pat on my good shoulder. He ran his fingers through Monica's hair, still probably clueless to how sensitive her condition really was. She was too fragile to be thrown around like a rag doll right now. The thought of it made it difficult for me to breathe because her boyfriend isn't exactly the type who would take this sort of news well. If it were mine I would be thrilled to death; at least I wasn't so calloused about things like he was.
"You okay, Eric?" John asked.
"Don't bother me with your bullshit concerns, okay John?" I responded back annoyed. I sat back against the wall and closed my eyes for a moment. I heard Roxanne come back into the room.
"They're on their way here. What are we gonna do about that?" She gestured over to her former bodyguard.
"We clean it up and make like it never happened." John ordered.
"What? We can't hide that from the police." She was starting to lose her composure.
"What are they going to do, Roxanne? They're not gonna believe us, anyway. And when this gets draped all over the media more like him will come out this way and kill us all. Do you really want that?" I stated in a convincing manner. "We should probably start by leaving this room and moving her so the EMT's don't see it."
"What about Dave?" John asked.
"He just quit," Roxanne said.
John picked up Monica and moved her out of the room and Roxy and I followed behind. I stopped into the bathroom and cleaned myself up, not wanting to explain to the police again why I was a target for another violent crime. I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed some swelling on my cheekbone under my eye. That should bruise nicely soon. When I was done washing the blood away from my face and hands, I toweled myself down and felt a light touch at my back. It was Roxanne.
"I'm sorry," she said softly.
"Don't be. It takes real convincing like that for someone to believe something this wild." I turned to face her and wrapped my arms around her tight waist. I could feel my ribs throbbing from where Devin had hit me a couple of times but shook off the pain as something else in my body woke up in this woman's embrace. I nuzzled her neck, taking in the sweet scent of her hair and I kissed her flesh lightly. John came to the doorway looking anxious.
"They're here. They just loaded Monica into the ambulance. I'm gonna follow behind 'em in the truck." He said.
"I'm going with you," I told him.
"You up for that?"
"Don't fuckin' argue with me, okay? She's special to me, too. Now let's fucking go." I was tired, I was in pain, and I was about to punch this fucking asshole out. If he only knew the half of it. Roxanne looked at me in awe that I could talk to anyone like that. "Why don't you ride in the ambulance with Monica, babe?" I said to her calmly. She nodded and left, brushing past John. I looked at him and I put a clean shirt on, walking out towards the exit with him behind me.
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Chapter Twenty-Eight
Eric:
We drove down Flamingo Road and I kept my eyes forward and my mind on Monica's health. I could see out of the corner of my eye that John kept peering over at me, searching for some kind of answer.
"Take a picture, shithead. Lasts longer." I mumbled.
"Okay, now that we're on a first name basis with each other, there's something I need to know from you, you smart ass prick." John's New York accent was really starting to come out. "I know you know something. I know that the two of you have been hiding something from me and I want to know what it is."
"I don't know what you're talking about." I shook my head to brush it off. This was a conversation he should be having with Monica and not me. I did not want to tell him.
John grabbed me by the shirt and his lip curled. "Don't lie to me, you son of a bitch. What are you two hiding?"
"You should be a little more concerned with her health right now, John. She really shouldn't be getting roughed up like she was a while ago." That was all I could say without coming out and saying it.
"What are you talking about?"
Great. The guessing game wasn't going to work. "Monica's pregnant."
John turned into the Key Largo Hotel and slammed on the brakes, hanging me in the seatbelt hard enough to gag me. He got out and came over to my side. As I was catching my breath, he opened the door, unlatched the seat belt and pulled me out of the truck by the front of my shirt. He then slammed me upright into the side of the truck bed, hitting my bad shoulder. I yelped in pain and felt tears coming to my eyes from the indescribable pain.
"It's yours, isn't it? That's what you have been hiding from me all along, right? You fucked her, didn't you?" John yelled. "I should finish the job for Devin and kick your ass right now!"
I had enough of this crap. I punched John in the balls with my good hand, causing him to double over and hit him again with an uppercut that sent him to the pavement.
"Get off of your jealousy trip, you cocksucker!" I spat at him. He sat up, blood drizzling from his lower lip. "I kept my pants on the entire time I was around Monica, dickhead. It's not mine, it's yours. So why don't you get up off of your sorry ass and make sure that she is okay?" I it was me who was yelling and I started to attract attention from patrons walking in and out of the hotel. I bent down and helped John up, sitting him into the passenger seat of the truck. I got in the driver's side and drove us the rest of the way there, bewilderment strewn across John's face.
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Doggett:
My face was red and every muscle in my body tensed as I fidgeted in the passenger seat of Eric's truck on the way to the hospital to see Monica. He'd just told me he'd kept his clothes on when he was with my lover but I couldn't trust this shithead as far as I could throw him. So Monica was pregnant after all. How could she be if she said she was taking precautions? Why wouldn't she just tell me? Anger welled up inside me making me want to just punch Eric's lights out.
The fact that she'd told Eric this private news and not me made me even madder. Maybe every man and his dog knew first. I felt stupid in Eric's eyes.
"Yes she's pregnant and it's yours." Eric's voice irritated me. "I can tell what's on your mind. You don't believe me."
"You spent the night with her. You're telling me you didn't touch her?
"Man, there's no denying it, I wanted to badly and if I hadn't taken a few deep breaths and kept zipped up then we may have done the deed. I could tell she was thinking about it too." He was baiting me again but I kept quiet. "You mustn't know what you have or you wouldn't have screwed around with Candy. Are you on vitamins or something? You can't keep it in your pants?"
What I did with Candy was none of his business. It was in the past now and I wasn't about to dredge up my mistakes for his benefit.
"Okay, so it's none of my business but if Candy turns up pregnant too then you'll be in deeper shit. Fucking two women at once can creep up on you and bite you in the ass."
He was luring me into his sparring match again and I was not prepared to give him that satisfaction.
The remainder of the way to the hospital was filled with tense silence, both of us thinking about Monica and what injuries Devin had caused her. Hopefully by now Dave, Jeremy and Roxanne were getting rid of the evidence of Devin's remains. That was something we didn't want to have to explain.
As we pulled into the hospital car park Eric sighed.
"How did you two know to appear when you did anyway?"
"Monica woke up having a strong feeling that you were in trouble so we came straight over."
He chuckled, "She was always the one who'd warn me when I was putting neck in too deep. Well I'm going to have to thank her personally. I would have been mince meat if you hadn't come."
The thought of this irritating man through a blender was a tempting proposition but I would never really wish that demise on anyone, not even Eric.
Eric was the one who took control, another reason to despise this man.
"We're looking for Ms Monica Rossi, she was brought here by ambulance recently."
The nurse at reception flipped through a few pages.
"She's in examination room three but sirs, you'll need to wait over there for now. The doctor will be out when it's time to see her. We have all her details from last time." As we made our way to the waiting area she called out,
"Which one of you is her boyfriend?" Eric went to put up is hand but then just as quickly pointed to me and said,
"He is!' Just another reason why this man was a menace.
We sat about forty-five minutes with two empty chairs between us. My mind was beginning to worry why they were taking so long when a doctor called out our names.
"Mr. Duarte, Mr. di Salvo?"
We both stood simultaneously but this time I took the lead.
"Yes, doctor, how is she?"
"Well she has had a nasty shock to the system." He began to walk and we both followed. This was the same doctor that had diagnosed her hypoglycemia and dehydration last time. "She wouldn't tell me exactly what happened. The injury is too severe just for the fall she said she took. Did either of you two see what occurred?"
We looked at each other and shook our heads. Eric spoke,
"We heard an almighty crash and came running into the room and there she was on the floor. Maybe she was in a hurry and tripped."
"Perhaps, but she is suffering from concussion and there's been some internal bleeding and minor bruising. It's all under control and after a few hours here she should be okay to go home. I have her medicated at the moment but she should be coherent enough to talk."
The three of us stopped outside what must have been her room. We were about to enter when the doctor placed a hand on my chest stopping me in my tracks.
"She wants to see you Mr. Duarte." Eric looked over at me with an impish face as he entered the room. I felt like following and began to do so but the doctor held me firmly.
"Stay here Mr. di Salvo. Just accept her wishes. She's been through trauma to her body and doesn't need any conflict." This doctor must have sensed the tension between Eric and myself.
Even though I was fuming that Eric should get to see my girlfriend before me it was probably just as well we weren't both with her at the same time. I needed to talk to her privately. This pregnancy business just had to come out in the open, bodily injuries or not.
Never one for biting my nails I found myself with fingers near my teeth. I'd rarely been in a situation where I had to wait this long except on stakeouts. It was too much; my lover was in there talking to a friend instead of me. Wishes or not I wanted to see her. Standing quietly and unnoticed at the door I watched as Eric sat on the bed holding her hand and comforting her as tears streamed down her eyes.
"You making her cry now Eric?" What else could I say? Here was this dirt bag comforting Monica instead of me. As she looked towards me I couldn't help but see her quickly wipe her eyes trying to hide her recent crying. Eric let go of her hand, kissed her cheek and whispered something in her ear before passing me on his way to the door. My stare was designed to pierce his smug exterior. It didn't seem to work. He just chuckled and shook his head as he closed the door behind him.
"John," she said wearily and held a limp hand out to me. Staying a distance from her I refused to accept her hand and Monica dropped it on the bed looking worried.
"Why Monica? Why didn't you tell me?" Her hand stretched to almost touch me but I moved back just out of reach.
"Don't do this John."
"Do what?" My voice was a little louder. "Not be fucking angry about you keeping a secret from me?" Tears formed in her eyes once more but at that moment I had little sympathy. I had laid my soul bare to her and she had trampled on it.
"Fuck, Monica! You're pregnant and you kept it from me! Tell me it's Eric's, go on!"
Her red-rimmed eyes looked pleadingly into mine.
"It's your baby, John." My hands clenched stiffly by my side and lips pursed.
"Why did you feel the need to tell every person and his dog and not me? I had to find out from that shit Eric, god damn it!" My voice was louder still. A nurse stuck her head in the door.
"Ms. Rossi, is everything okay here?"
"Yes, everything is okay." I mentioned firmly. "We're having a conversation, do you mind?" She looked to Monica before she left.
"You lied to me Monica. You fucking told me you were protected and now you're pregnant. Tell me how that happens because in that case nothing I learnt in sex education makes sense."
"She began sobbing and looked towards the window. My blood pressure soared.
"I thought I was." She said almost too quietly to hear.
"How Monica? How do you expect us to survive in the current climate with a baby to take care of? There are god damn aliens out there." I gestured to the window. "They're after us. What would happen if they captured and killed us? What would happen to our child then without parents to protect it?"
She kept looking into space, everywhere except me.
"We thought you might react this way so Eric's offered to take care of me and the baby. He said he was prepared to marry me and bring up the child as his own."
"What?!" I almost screamed but immediately lowered my voice looking at the door for signs of any intruders. We needed our privacy now. "You're prepared to marry that prick? Oh my god!" My fingers ran through my hair as I flopped on the end of the bed, stunned. This was just the situation I was worried about happening. Eric had wanted Monica even before I came along on the scene. Was this the way he was going to finally win her over?
"Monica, do you love him or me?" I loved her beyond all reason but if she didn't return that love just as intensely then I would have to let her follow her own mind no matter how heart breaking it was for me. I was used to pain in my life, another bitter blow would just add on another layer of the guilt and despair I already heavily bore.
The bed creaked and she groaned as she tried to sit up, obviously in pain. It was seeing her vulnerable and in pain as she tried to sit that made me see a little reason. Here was my woman, pregnant with my child, having just suffered painful injuries and I was raising my voice urging her to make a life altering decision. Her eyes were red rimmed and her expression was the saddest I'd ever seen.
"Monica," I repeated." It's a simple question, do you love Eric or me?"
Just then she doubled over in pain clutching her stomach and groaning loudly.
"Monica, what's wrong?" Her whole body began convulsing in pain.
"Nurse!" I ran to the door in a panic and yelled, "Nurse! Come quickly, it's Monica!"
Two attendants hurriedly entered the room.
"What's wrong with her?" They brushed me off as they busily got to work checking her temperature and pulse. The doctor flew past me and pulled back the bed covers. There on the sheets was a trickle of blood that was growing with every passing second.
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"What's wrong doctor?"
"Mr. Di Salvo, you're going to have to wait outside." With both hands flat on my chest one of the nurses urged me to the door.
"You'll only be in the way here. If you care for your friend's health you'll wait outside."
I looked over her shoulder to see that Monica had passed out cold on the bed.
Eric must have gone because he was nowhere to be seen. I breathed a sigh of relief; he was the last person I wanted to talk to right now. Imagining all the accusations about it being my fault I sat heavily on a nearby chair my face in my hands. I knew it had something to do with me and the guilty stress I'd just placed on her. Why did I have to just blow up like that? Why couldn't I be as calm as Monica often was in grim circumstances?
This feeling of helplessness took me back to the three day wait when Luke went missing and to when he'd finally turned up dead in a field. My body tensed so much that my muscles ached. The minutes passed and the layers of self-pity accumulated to such a point that I didn't care any more.
That was when the sleep I had been deprived of when I'd woken up early to make love to Monica, caught up with me and I leant back closing my eyes, the world going dark.
"Mr. di Salvo?" I woke to a nurse gently shaking my shoulder. "Mr. di Salvo. The doctor would like to see you." My head shook away the cobwebs as Monica's doctor came out of the room and sat on the chair beside me.
"So you're the father I take it?" I nodded and waited for him to continue. My mind was still a little cloudy. "She is in a very fragile condition. It was a very close call. If she hadn't been at the hospital when this happened it may have been too late to save the baby."
"Save the baby?"
"Yes, it looks like the trauma of the fall may have caused the body to start rejecting the fetus. We've counteracted that situation for now."
"For now?" My mind was still confused, especially when I began to feel remorse. Before I was angry about the fact that I would be having a child when I had no say in the matter but when there was a chance of losing it my feelings were changing. Did I really want this child after all?
"For the next few days she will need some TLC if this pregnancy is to last full term. Are you able to look after her Mr. di Salvo?"
"John."
"John. That's a strong woman you have there and in just over eight months time you will have a beautiful, healthy baby son or daughter. You should be proud." I was beginning to feel pleased.
Even if it wasn't my decision it was still my child, a child I thought I'd never have the chance to have again. I nodded as he smiled and began to walk away.
A whole gamut of emotions I had experienced that day, ecstasy, surprise, fear, anger, frustration and now I was feeling a little nervous about how Monica would respond to the question I had now made up my mind to ask.
"You can see her now." One nurse must have seen me deep in thought.
She looked pale but alert. My heart was full of love seeing my woman sitting up in bed and looking at me as though I was the only one in the world. I sat on the bed near her and took her warm hand in mine.
"I want to answer your question now." My mind was a little surprised. I hadn't even asked her anything and then I remembered what I'd stated before the worrying event.
"Do I love you or Eric? That should be obvious John. Who's been sharing my bed for the past weeks? Who has had total access to my body? Only you John and no one else. How can someone who has made love to me so exquisitely even have doubt whom I love?"
My heart swelled at her admission.
"John, I've been thinking. I'm going to have this baby with or without you. I'm pregnant and I can't change that now, I don't want to change that. This is our child I am carrying and even though the world is harsh we have to have faith that there is hope out there for a better future." I found myself smiling and nodding but let her continue talking. I had ranted and raved enough.
"If you don't or can't raise this child then I will try to accept that and do it alone but I just have to say that I love you more than anything in this world and I want you to love this baby as much as you've shown you love me."
Her words were honey on my ears and I knew now was the right time to ask her the question that had been on my mind recently and especially so in the waiting room waiting for Monica's diagnosis.
I kissed her hand and then her cheek brushing my lips over her nose down to her mouth. She opened her lips immediately and wrapped her arms around me pulling me in more closely.
Still in the comfort of her embrace I spoke,
"Monica, I love you very much and I want to spend every waking and sleeping moment with you and our baby. Will you marry me?"
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Reyes:
My heart sank when he asked me that. Marry him? I knew I loved him, but this was all coming too suddenly for me to absorb all at once. I was willing to have this child out of wedlock first to be sure everything worked out, but I think John was feeling guilty and wanted to do the right thing.
"John-" I started as I shook my head.
"Monica, I'm serious. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He pleaded. He ran his thumb over my knuckles affectionately.
"I don't want you to feel pressured into thinking that marriage is the right thing to do."
"Monica, I'm not feeling pressured. I love you. I always will. I always have since the first day I saw you." He paused for a moment and gently squeezed my hand. "You told me the night of your car accident I was loyal and I couldn't disappoint anyone. I know I have disappointed you once already; I don't wanna do that again. I want to be all of those things for you and more than that." He bent down and nuzzled my cheek with his. "Please let me love you forever..." He whispered into my ear. I wrapped my arms around him once more and pulled him in tight. I felt tears drip down onto my shoulder and he sighed.
My mind was filled with confusion and doubt yet I could not see myself with any other man but him. I loved John beyond comprehension but I didn't want to jump into anything prematurely, either. My body had been through quite a shock and I didn't want my decision to be based on my fatigue combined with pain medication.
"John, I don't want to make that decision yet. It wouldn't be fair to either of us."
John pulled back and gave me a confused look. "What do you mean? You don't want to marry me?" I was almost willing to bet Eric's name was going to come up again, but it didn't.
"I mean I don't want to make a life altering choice while tired and medicated. Can you understand?" I looked at him with pleading eyes that I could barely keep open. "I love you so much John I can't put words to any of it. Please don't pressure me, okay?"
His eyes went serene and understanding as he set my hand on my stomach. "I'll let you get some sleep. I love you." He bent down and his lips touched mine in a gentle kiss.
"Where are you going?" I asked in a whisper.
"To find Eric. He is probably trying to find a Red Bull machine someplace. I'll be back soon." John caressed my face and I quickly fell into a much-needed slumber.
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Chapter Twenty-Nine
Eric:
I finally found the cafeteria in this damned hospital. I was so tired from having the shit beat out of me I could barely function for the moment. Thankfully I am not the only Red Bull addict in Las Vegas and they had a refrigerator full of the stuff. Must be for the ER doctors that live here nightly. I grabbed one and dashed to the cashier to pay for it as I looked up and saw Roxanne coming towards me from the entrance. I popped the can open and paid the cashier, taking the whole can down in one gulp. I tossed the empty can into the trash and met Roxanne with open arms.
"Did you get back to your place alright?" I asked her as I wrapped my arms around her firm body.
"Yes, I came back with the Excursion in case they were releasing Monica tonight." Roxanne placed a warm kiss to my lips that tasted ever so sweet. "What's going on, Eric? I am really worried now."
I wasn't sure how to reply to that. I wasn't sure if she would be ready for the complete truth starting from 1947's Roswell crash. I couldn't hide it from her; I found that out just by being in bed with her. "You remember all of that UFO bullshit about Roswell?"
Roxanne pulled back and looked me square in the eyes. "Yes...what about it?"
I bent down to whisper in her ear. "It's all true." I pulled away to see her reaction, which was exactly how I expected it to be.
"Nah..."She tilted her head to the side and it sunk in. "You're serious?"
"The stuff I injected into your body guard is made from a type of metal called magnetite. That is what made the UFO crash to begin with. It's kryptonite to them. The stuff I injected into Devin was made from magnetite found in a quarry in New Mexico...same state and all."
"I still don't get where Devin fits into this."
"Those aliens have been around longer than we have. All we are is some sort of byproduct from them...they just use us to reproduce and the pictures that I have seen from the DOD are quite gruesome. Almost like in those Aliens movies except this is reality." We started walking down the hall. "In fact, a date has been set for when these fuckers are coming back. The military, FBI, and the CIA have certain super soldiers working to build a secret government for when the invasion occurs, basically leaving the majority of the human race out to dry. That is what Devin was. These super soldiers are part alien to resist any form of infection from the aliens coming back to the earth...you can't kill them unless you have magnetite. You could fill them full of bullet holes and watch them come right back like the liquid guy in Terminator."
Roxanne stopped and leaned against the wall, rubbing her temples firmly. "Okay, maybe I didn't want to know. But, I can't dismiss what happened tonight, either. Dave and Jeremy got that whatever it was cleaned up."
I leaned into my girl against the wall. "Ever done it in a hospital?" Sex talk had a way of changing subject matter rather quickly. Roxanne grinned and licked my lower lip, which always drove me insane. I looked across the hall and saw a storage room.
"Are you sure you'd be up for that?" She asked with concern.
I didn't bother to answer and lead her by the hand over to the door when I heard our names being called. It was Johnny Bravo himself. Dammit!
"There you are," John said. "Where the hell did you disappear to?"
"I needed my Red Bull and pussy fix, which you just interrupted I might add." I shot back. I thought back to when I floored this prick in the parking lot and at the time I kind of felt guilty for losing my temper. For that interruption I felt no guilt and felt like doing it again.
"Everything taken care of?" John asked Roxanne. She nodded. "Good."
"How's Monica?" I asked. That made him twitch.
"I wish you'd quit asking me about her."
I blew John a kiss in my own sick sarcasm and he rolled his eyes back. "She's fine. Satisfied?"
"For now, loverboy. And congratulations, by the way."
"So how did they find you?" John asked.
"I'm not sure. I can only guess they found me from Devin calling home or something. Between that and the guy from the CIA, I'd have to say that either end could have found me. The question I have is: Do they know about you? I don't care about me. I can disappear. I am good at doing that." I said seriously.
"Eric-" Roxanne whined as she placed a hand on my arm.
"Don't worry, babe. I will figure something out. I need to find out what their intentions are now. If they know we have the magnetite, they might come out here to wax our asses out of existence. I need to get another computer." I felt a vibration go off in my pocket. I didn't realize that I had brought my X-phone with me. What I found strange was: No one had this number. I looked at John as I took it out of my pocket and answered it. A woman's voice was on the other end.
"They know where you are. You have little time to consider options which I have to present to you. We need to meet." The voice said on the other end.
"How will I find you?" I asked.
"Don't worry. I'll find you." The phone went dead and I put it back in my pocket.
"Who was that?" John inquired.
"Someone who wants to talk to us. Didn't say whom, what, where, or when. Only that they would find us."
"We need to get Monica out of here-" John started.
"Wait, John. She's in no condition to be moved right now. This person didn't seem interested in killing us. They seemed interested in discussing options. Be patient and wait it out. That's all we can do for Monica's sake, dig?" John nodded as he turned away and headed back for the ER.
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