3rd World Products, Book 16 (49 page)

“Twenty miles.”
 

“How long have we been here?”
 

“Since about five minutes after we left the motel.”
 

Shaking her head in vague wonder, she said, “I was so wrapped up in things, I never really noticed. Let’s find that store.”
 

We did so, landing at a big box all-nighter. I bought both a pack of blank DVDs and a 16-gig flash drive, then we returned to the flitter and I had Tea make the copies. Something suddenly seemed to occur to Elgin.
 

“How would I know if you really copied anything just now?”
 

“Stand by one, ma’am.” I opened my backpack and took out my laptop, put the flash drive in place, and fired up Puppy. A few moments later we were watching the show on my IBM. She hurried the show along to its conclusion as if to verify it was all there, then nodded.
 

“Excellent. Thanks, Ed.”
 

“De nada. For
you
, milady,
almost
anything.”
 

She laughed, “Only ‘almost’?”
 

I shrugged. “No arrest. Otherwise, I’m all yours.”
 

Grinning, she said, “I’m glad you said that, because I want you to find us a nice motel north of Gainesville, then I want you to get us a room at that nice motel that we can get into and out of without passing through a lobby.”
 

Hell, yes, I was startled, just as I was without a doubt meant to be. Standing straight and
saluting, I said, “Yes, ma’am, I’m on it, ma’am,” and pulled up a map of north Gainesville as I quietly had Tea take us there in stealth mode.
 

Elgin said, “We’ll need some snacks, too.”
 

“No problem, milady. There’s another big box store nearby.”
 

She replied, “Excellent,” and sipped her drink. A moment later she added, “And I’ll need my purse. You’re getting the room, so it’s only fair that I buy the snacks.”
 

Uh, huh. Well, we’ll see. Pointing at her purse to guide her eyes, I sent a tiny field line to slice the weld, then handed the purse to her and said, “All fixed.”
 

Elgin’s eyes widened. “You just… pointed at it and… did that?”
 

Pretending to studying the map, I replied, “Yeah, that’s pretty much how it works, ma’am.”
 

Reaching into her purse, she retrieved her handcuffs and asked, “Could you do something like that with these?”
 

“Won’t you need those eventually?”
 

“I can get another pair.”
 

Hm. Well, okay. I used a tendril to suspend them, then used another tendril to slice off the bit of chain and weld the two mounting beads together. Suspending the chain, I melted it into a perfect sphere and cooled it, then used the tendril to deliver everything to her.
 

As an afterthought, I took the sphere back, flattened it to paper thinness, and used a shaded photo overlay to etch an image of her face into the surface. When I handed her the three-inch disk, she simply stared at it for a time, then looked up to study me with a rather amazed expression.
 

At the store we picked up some snacks and drinks, then we headed for the motel. It was, as she’d requested, a nice place, even for one that had its lobby at the end of a building instead of the center. I didn’t wear my hat and the clerk never saw the flitter. When she asked about my car, I said I wasn’t driving a car. She had to call someone and added a hefty deposit to my cash price, but I got the room.
 

Agent Vicky seemed a bit anxious at that point, so I took a chance that I could address her trepidations with, “Tea, nobody needs to record us entering or leaving this room. When we do so, please block the lenses of all cameras within one hundred feet of us. And wait just above the building, please.”
 

Not speaking aloud, I also asked her for a wide stealth mode tunnel to and from the room.
 

Elgin looked at me speculatively and seemed to have a change of mood after I’d spoken to Tea. No longer at all nervous, she practically led the way from the parking spaces to the door, but she never touched the door or the key card.
 

Inside the room, I helped her out of her half-parka and said, “Don’t forget to wipe everything down, Agent Vicky.”
 

Turning to face me, Elgin grinned and said, “You know I won’t.”
 

“Mind if I ask why this is happening?”
 

She shrugged. “No. Feel free.”
 

Hm. “Okay. Why?”
 

“Other than saying that I didn’t want to do this at your house, at my agency-paid motel room, or aboard your flitter, I’d much rather do it than talk about it, if you wouldn’t mind.”
 

“Understood, ma’am. Do I call you Victoria or Vicky?”
 

“Either. ‘Agent Vicky’ is cute, but that’s what my nephews call me when I’m not ‘Aunt Vicky’. When are you going to kiss me?”
 

“Whenever you want, milady. As often as possible, too, and pretty much anywhere you’d like.”
 

I’d said the last to invite comments and questions. I took her in my arms and kissed her softly, then less so, and the feel, scent, and taste of her instantly raised my dick between us.
 

Vicky reached down my pants and asked, “Only ‘
pretty much
‘? What don’t you like and what won’t you do?”
 

I shrugged. “Nothing anal. No toe-licking. That’s about it.”
 

She laughed and nodded. “We think enough alike.”
 

“Before we do much of anything, I’ve had a long day and I’d like to clean up. Shower with me?”
 

“Will you wash my hair?”
 

“Of course, milady. With great pleasure, ma’am. In fact, I’ll happily wash
all
of you, if you wouldn’t mind too much. You’ll be so clean bloodhounds couldn’t find you in a ten-foot room.”
 

She chuckled, “Well, maybe not quite that clean.”
 

“As you command, milady. I’ll leave a small dirty spot on your left ankle or something.”
 

Shaking her head, she sighed, “Oh, no, you won’t. I’ve seen this act before. You’ll wash it and say you didn’t, just to keep me happy.”
 

Pretending shock, I asked, “Am I that transparent?”
 

Vicky laughed and sat down to remove her shoes as she asked, “You know what’ll happen, don’t you? We won’t get to sleep until around three and I’ll have to get up at seven to get back to Ocala by nine.”
 

I toed off my shoes and said, “Nope. We have Galatea. Five minutes or less to Ocala.”
 

She started unbuttoning her blouse as she replied, “Nope. Another shower and breakfast first.”
 

“Damn. You’re right. Okay. Up at seven.”
 

When we both stood naked a few moments later, I discovered I wanted her almost achingly right then and there. We regarded each other for another moment, then Vicky let herself fall back on the bed and said, “Now. First.”
 

“Oh, lordy, you read my mind.”
 

She snickered, “It wasn’t too difficult.”
 

Stroking her legs as I climbed onto the bed, I made no reply and simply let her see the pleasure I took from touching her and kissing my way up her lovely thighs. I faintly smelled soap at her knee. Had she showered before I’d called? My fingers found her slick damp readiness, surprising and strongly calling to me. I kissed my way to her bush and found it smelled very slightly of soap, too, but that wasn’t the scent that hardened my dick and made my heart pound.
 

Vicky felt my breath on her bush and caught her own breath as she tensed slightly. I marveled at the feel of her skin against my face and slid closer until I could just barely touch her dampness with my tongue. She startled, let out her breath, took another quick breath, and that’s when I gently dove in.
 

Her legs startled hard with the rest of her, then they rose to better present my target and I got down to business. Wound up as tight as she was, Vicky had a couple of small ones almost immediately. I let my hands roam as I pleasured her and soon found another, larger orgasm within her.
 

Vicky’s fingers laced with mine and she squeezed my hands as she came again. Her legs wobbled and one leg fell away to my left, then rose back upright to cradle my face. When her hands squeezed mine again and a low groan began, I bore heartily into the task of helping what seemed like a big one find its way out of her. Warm, firm thighs suddenly gripped my head and her hips bucked against my tongue as she came so hard she did a half-situp. Her breathing was harsh and quick and she groaned again as her thighs squeezed a bit harder for a time.
 

Then Vicky’s coordination seemed to fail. Her thighs trembled, her belly bucked a bit, and she let herself fall flat as she breathed in short, harsh gasps. I took the opportunity to move upward against her and slide myself inside her. Vicky’s face turned toward mine and I kissed her as I drove myself in to the hilt.
 

I didn’t care that I was on top, looking down. I didn’t care about anything but Vicky’s pleasure. Once I was fully within her, I rained kisses on her face, neck, and shoulders and lightly licked the side of her neck. That made my dick buck hard. Vicky turned her face to see mine as I licked again and my dick throbbed within her.
 

She asked, “You aren’t coming already?”
 

“Oh, no. God, no, ma’am. I just love the taste of you. Every fresh lick seems to make my dick jump.” I laughed, “When I finish with you, you probably won’t need a shower.”
 

She chuckled and kissed me and said, “Oh, I think I will. You promised to wash my hair and
I’m holding you to it.”
 

“Yes, milady. Hair. Got it.”
 

Laughing again, she took a deep breath, but something caused a hitch in it when I slowly moved myself in and out of her. Her magic spot. I’d found it that quickly. Most excellent, indeed. I carefully worked that spot with short, slow strokes. It felt almost like a thin, flexible button.
 

Resisting her efforts to pull me deeper, I gave that magic button a few more short, solid, slow strokes, then I plunged in to the hilt again. Vicky groaned softly and her legs came up around the small of my back, then slid down where her heels could pull me in tighter, deeper.
 

She grabbed my head and kissed me, breaking away to groan again as her hands tremblingly gripped my face. Several short breaths later, she groaned again and pulled me to her for another kiss, then her arms quickly wrapped around my shoulders and she hugged me hard as she groaningly came again.
 

That one triggered me. The tingling began, rushed upward, and I suddenly found myself painfully hard and totally out of control, bucking and squirting spastically into Vicky as I kissed her.
 

Moments later we lay breathing hard and exchanging small kisses and chuckling at it all. I took a deep breath to inhale the scent of her hair and whispered, “You are truly some kind of a goddess.”
 

She chuckled again and firmly kissed my shoulder.
 

I said, “Back in the old days — not necessarily the
good
old days, just the
old
days, mind you — a man who’d experienced you like that would have chained you to a golden bed, waited on you hand and foot like a slave, and killed any other man who so much as looked at you.”
 

She laughed, “That doesn’t sound like much of a career.”
 

“Well, no, but it almost expresses how you make me feel.”
 

“Only almost?”
 

“Only almost. But men marry women for less, ma’am.
Far
less. Men have killed for women like you. The battle of Troy was very probably fought over a woman like you. In fact, I’d venture to say it probably wasn’t really so much Helen’s face that launched those thousand ships. It was more likely an experience like this.”
 

Her belly heaved with silent laughter that didn’t stay silent long. After a moment, a fairly huge laugh escaped her and she grabbed my face to pull me into another firm kiss.
 

When she broke the kiss, she said, “I’m your Helen, huh?”
 

“Apparently so, milady. I haven’t spouted off about Helen of Troy to anyone else lately.”
 

“Not even to your little friend Miss Connor?”
 

She watched my eyes as I replied, “Nope.”
 

Nodding firmly, Vicky stated, “Good,” and kissed me again.
 

I rolled off her and we lay resting for a time before she asked, “Did you bring the gin in with us?”
 

“Yes’m. That’s a hint, right?”
 

Vicky chuckled, “Yes, that’s a hint. I’m too blown out to get out of this bed right now, but I’m thirsty as hell.”
 

I drawled, “Aw, yer jist strokin’ my ego, ma’am,” but I rolled out of bed and located things, then made us new drinks.
 

As Vicky sat up against the headboard to take hers, she made a face of small startlement, looked down at her middle, and placed a few fingertips a few inches below her navel.
 

“Oh, my…” she whispered, then she looked around. I dashed to the sink and retrieved the box of tissues. She hurriedly placed a few under her bush, then sipped her drink.
 

Tilting her glass to me, Vicky grinningly said, “I was right.”