Seduction of Steel: The Complete Series (24 page)

Removing his fingers, Ryan lay down beside her and slowly and gently inserted the head of his cock into her tightest hole.  After a moment, he pushed a little deeper, pausing to see how Jessica would react.  Much to Jessica's surprise, her worst fears turned out to be groundless, as she was easily able to accommodate his sizable cock.

“Are you OK?” he asked.

“I'm fine.  Keep going,” she replied.

Ryan pushed deeper, penetrating and thrusting slowly. 

“That feels good,” she said. “Keep it slow.”  Jessica began masturbating, using her own hand to stimulate her clit.

“It feels amazing, Jess.  You are so tight.”  He continued to thrust, gradually increasing the speed and the depth of his penetration as Jessica fingered herself with increasing determination.  With massive stimulation from several places at once, Jessica knew she wouldn't last much longer.  She tried to hold out, but she was helpless against the onslaught of sensations.  She knew that she'd be hit by a tidal wave of pleasure at any second.

“I'm coming,” she gasped.  The sensation of being stimulated both front and rear was incredible and unique.  Jessica had a feeling of fullness that she'd never experienced before.  This orgasm was shattering in its intensity and she was swept away in a sea of multiple orgasms.  A moment later, Ryan thrust one final time, coming inside of her as they both gasped for breath in harmony.

They continued to spoon in the bed until they both fell asleep.  Jessica never slept as well as she did when she was cradled in Ryan's arms.

Chapter 5

Ryan and Jess awoke the next morning, had a leisurely breakfast, and took a walk through the French Quarter.  Jessica was amazed at the architecture, and how the old look of the city persisted even into the twenty first century.  They looked at old churches, some interesting stores, and some fascinating old homes.

They stopped back by the hotel, where Ryan did a bit of work using a laptop, a printer and a laminator.  He took a photo of Jessica, and then went back to his laptop.

“What do you need the photo for?” she asked.

“Don't worry about it right now.  I'll fill you in later.”  He continued working with the equipment, and put a few documents and something that he'd laminated into a large manila envelope.

Shortly before noon, Ryan announced that he had to leave.

“I have a lunch appointment.  It shouldn't take too long.  I'll meet you back at the hotel later.”

Jessica told Ryan, “You go ahead.  I've got all kinds of things to do here.  Don't worry about me.  I could spend weeks here.”

Jessica decided to explore the French Quarter for the rest of the afternoon, and Ryan walked a few blocks to a local restaurant.  His contact was there waiting for him.

“Ryan Stevens?  I'm Bill Walker.  Please sit down.”   The man stood about five foot ten, had a stocky build, a haircut that suggested that he was ex-military, and a firmer-than-usual handshake.  He looked like a man who was all business.

“Good to meet you, Bill.”  The two of them sat at a table in an out of the way corner of the busy seafood restaurant.  Ryan looked at the menu.  “What's good here?”

“I suggest you try the blackened catfish.  It's excellent.” 

“Sounds good.”  Ryan folded his menu and placed it on the table.  The waiter came by and quickly took their order.

“So, Ryan, are you ready?”

“I think so.  Have you taken care of your end?”

“Yes.  You're to show up tomorrow morning at nine.  Tell the front desk that you're a newly hired temporary employee.  Just go to human resources and give them the name Ryan Smith.  They'll have a badge for you.”

“Sounds great.  How long do I have to get this done?”

“They're expecting you to stay for a month, but realistically, you've got a few days, at best.  Your badge will get you in, but once you start wandering around, they're going to be suspicious.  After all, you're supposed to be a temp, and that means you're supposed to be wherever they put you.  I think they'll put you in marketing.  There's a fabricated resume that will make you look pretty good.”

“What am I supposed to be looking for?”

“The company has a number of high profile products in development.  Find out what they are, get whatever information you can, and get back to me.  Of course, if you get caught, you're on your own.”

“Naturally.  That's the nature of this business.  Successes are yours; failure is mine.  Still, if I've done my research correctly, I should be able to handle that sort of emergency.  I hope it doesn't come to that.”

Their meal arrived and as promised, the catfish was delicious.  Ryan decided that hush puppies probably ought to be named the national food.  Crisp, hot and delicious, they went well with the blackened catfish and a cold beer.   Ryan and Bill made small talk throughout the remainder of their meal, but neither one had much else to say about the job at hand.  Ryan knew what he had to do, and Bill trusted him to get it done.

At the conclusion of the meal, Bill paid the bill, they shook hands, and they went their separate ways.

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Sometime later, Ryan met Jessica back at the hotel.  They went down to the hotel's oyster bar, which had rich, nineteenth century décor with old-style ceiling fans and lots of brass accents.  Like many bars in the city, the furniture and the walls consisted mostly of dark brown paneling, giving the entire bar a rather dark look.  It had a nice, cozy feel to it.

Ryan ordered a dry Martini and Jessica requested her favored Cosmopolitan. 

“I understand that the oysters here are quite good,” he said.  “Do you like them on the half shell?”

“Actually, I've never had them that way.  Aren't they supposed to be some sort of aphrodisiac?”

“That's what they say.  Want to try a few?  I like them, so they won't go to waste if you don't.”

“Sure, go ahead.  I like trying new things.”

Ryan ordered a dozen oysters on the half shell, which came on a bed of ice with a side of lemon and cocktail sauce.  Jessica wasn't entirely sure that she wanted to eat a raw animal, dead or alive, but she knew that lots of people eat them every day, and there must be
some
reason why they order them.

Ryan showed her how to eat them, taking one out of the shell with a fork, squeezing a bit of lemon on it, and dipping it in the cocktail sauce.  Then he put the entire oyster in his mouth.

“Not everyone likes the sauce; that's a matter of personal preference,” he said.  “And you can either chew them or just swallow them.  Your choice.”

Jessica squeezed a bit of lemon juice and then she took her fork and stabbed the ice-cold oyster.  She thought she'd try the first one without sauce, just to see what it was like.

“Ooh,” she said, covering her mouth as she spoke.  She was surprised by both the taste and texture as she tasted the slick, briny bivalve.  It was not-quite-solid, and not-quite-liquid all at once, with a slight, but not overpowering seafood taste.  She chewed once, and then swallowed.  “Interesting...and not exactly what I expected.  I wonder why they're supposed to be aphrodisiacs?”

“I have no idea, but I'm not sure you'd need one, anyway,” he said with a laugh.

“No, probably not.  I'm usually horny enough as it is.  Still, they're tasty.  They feel kind of weird in your mouth, though.”

“They do. You'll find that they tend to go better with Martinis, beer, or Bloody Marys than they do with fruity drinks.”

She took a sip of her drink.  “You're probably right.  Still, the Cosmo and oyster combination isn't bad.  I wouldn't mind eating a few more of these.  If they increase the libido, that's a bonus.”

“I think your libido is just fine, Jess, but if you want more oysters, go ahead.”

“So, how did your meeting go?  When are you going to tell me what we're doing here?”

“OK. I'll tell you what I can.  I'm supposed to infiltrate a company called Peavy Manufacturing.  They make high-end electronic medical equipment.  I've been hired to find out what they're working on, and to see if I can obtain some of their computer files that have to do with manufacturing specifics of whatever it is they're making.”

“You don't know what you're looking for?” she asked, as she twirled another oyster on her fork.

Ryan shrugged.  “I don't.  Supposedly, they're working on something pretty amazing, something that may revolutionize
some aspect
of medicine.  I don't know what it is.”

“How are you going to find what you're looking for if you don't know what it is?”

“I'm going to have to find out what it is, and then find the computer files.  I've arranged, through a contact that provides contractors, to get hired for a few days as a temp in the marketing department.  I'm going to have to wing it from there.”

“This sounds like you're just planning to steal stuff outright.  It also sounds illegal.”

“It
is
a little different from what I usually do.  I promise you that what I'm doing isn't illegal and won't get you in trouble.  I can't say any more about it right now.”

“Where do I fit in?”

“I hope that I won't need you.  I'll only need your help if something goes wrong.  I've got a packet of information for you back at the hotel.  It will tell you what to do in the event of a problem.”

“OK, but I'm a little uncomfortable with this.  I wish I had a better idea of what this was about.”

“You'll just have to trust me on this one, Jess.”

“Will I have to hang around the hotel the whole time?”

“No.  I should be able to call or text in the event that something goes awry.  Just don't stray too far, OK?”

“All right.  I'm getting kind of hungry, and those oysters aren't all that filling.  Can we get something else to eat?”
 

“Sure.  They've got a full menu here, but why don't we call room service?  We can eat on the balcony.”

“Sounds wonderful.”

They went back to their room, ordered a sumptuous dinner for two and a bottle of wine, and dined on filet mignon and shrimp while watching the crazy partiers on Bourbon Street below.

“This really is romantic, Ryan.  Thanks for bringing me along.”  She smiled and took a sip of wine.

“My pleasure.  I love having you along, Jess.  I think I work better having you around, though you are sometimes a bit of a distraction.”  She smiled at his compliment.

Their meal finished, Ryan and Jessica sat on the balcony, enjoying the view and having a good time watching the crazy drunks on the street below.  Jessica was really enjoying having a bird's eye view of a popular tourist attraction without having to get actively involved.  Her balcony view was just terrific.  Ryan's company was even better.

Their wine finished, Jessica suggested that they move indoors.

Their lavishly appointed room had beautiful furniture; new, but antique-looking.  Along with the bed and nightstand were a pair of large upholstered chairs and a coffee table. 

“These chairs probably cost more than I earn in a month,” said Jessica, as she urged Ryan to sit in one.  He sat down, and Jessica bent over to kiss him.  Not a lingering kiss, just a tease of a peck.  As she did so, she reached for his crotch, and noticed that he was becoming firm.

“I'm going to give you a good luck present for tomorrow,” she said, as she moved her hands over his bulge.

She unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled them down.  She worked a finger under the band of his undershorts, just touching the tip of his erection with her finger. He flinched slightly.