The Split (7 page)

              Seductively, I climb up onto the bed and crawl towards him, popping my ass out into the air as I go and then eventually positioning myself directly over his body.  I take Derek’s hands and pull them above his head, controlling him completely as I make my way down his ripped chest and abs with a series of sensual kisses.

              Despite my newfound confidence, however, I find myself trembling with anticipation and fear.  Through my new body I’ve been able to disconnect myself from my own actions, create a safe distance with the simple excuse that it’s not actually me doing all of these erotic things.  But Alison Hyde and Mandi Evans still share a brain, a soul; and the weight of that is still heavy upon me.

              I close my eyes and take a deep breath, then let go of any reservations I had left within me.  Immediately, I reach down and take Derek’s huge rod into my hand, aligning him with the wet tightness of my pussy.

              “Oh fuck.”  Derek groans instinctively as I push down onto him, letting out a soft moan of my own as the powerful man slides up inside of me.

              His presence fills me with a sensation that is familiar and warm, a distant memory that had been locked away until this very moment.  I bite my lip instinctively and start to grind against him with firm, deep swoops of my hips.

              I’m not fully prepared for the long forgotten sensation of being entered by a man, and almost immediately I’m beside myself with pleasure, my body trembling and quaking as I ride him.  It’s as if all the sexual bliss that I’ve been staving myself from has been here the whole time, hiding away in some dark corner of my being and just waiting to be released by the right man.

              “Oh my god.”  I pant loudly, repeating the words over and over again.  “Oh my god, oh my god.”

              Derek’s hands are on my hips, helping to pull me up and down across him in an incredible pulsing rhythm.   I can feel all of his powerful strength though this minor touch; he’s showing restraint, his body handling me firmly but with care.

              “Let go.”  I tell him.  “Just fuck me.”

              Derek looks up at me with a look of ferocious lust on his face, but also one of caution.  Even now, as we sink deeper and deeper into our mutual relapses, he’s trying to hold something close.

              There’s no turning back now, however, and Derek is on the verge of confronting this reality for himself.

              “Fuck me harder.”  I command, trying my best to give him that last little push.  “Let go and give it to me like I know you want to.”

              Derek closes his eyes tight, one last attempt to shield himself against the powerful onslaught of sexual endorphins that flow through his veins, but when he opens his eyes again I can see that he’s a changed man.

              Suddenly, Derek is sitting up and flipping me over with his muscular arms, turning me around to that I’m facing away from him on my hands and knees.  I look back at him and smile.

              There’s a loud crack as Derek slaps my ass, hard, then he grabs me by my hips and pulls me back towards him with ease.  He grabs his cock and maneuvers it into the entrance of my aching tightness.  There’s a fire in Derek’s eyes as he thrusts into me, the massive rod filling me entirely as I cry out with a yelp of pleasure.  Derek wastes no time now, immediately getting to work as he rams me from behind.

              I grip tightly onto the bed sheets in front of me, bracing myself against Derek’s powerful slams.  There is an animalistic nature to his thrusting now, more brazen than sensual, but the man still knows exactly where to hit me from the inside.  Somehow, this is even more of a turn on than before, his gentlemanly demeanor finally cracking before my very eyes, the poker face slipping away and finally revealing the sexual beast underneath.

              “Harder!”  I scream back at him, never more turned on my entire life.  “Fuck me harder!”

              Derek doesn’t need to be told twice, picking up speed until he is absolutely pummeling me with everything that he’s got, slamming my pussy from behind with completely reckless abandon.

              Deep within my stomach I can now feel the first beautiful sparks of orgasm begin to fly, lighting a tiny fire that slowly but surely begins to creep its way out across my body.  I can’t help but start to tremble and quake as the sensation consumes me, filling me with a strange warmth from head to toe.

              The tremors of pleasant sensation keep coming in awesome waves, the space between them drawing shorter until finally it just becomes one giant ball of pleasure that envelopes my body.  I clench my teeth tightly and let out a long hiss, frantically grasping at the last straws of reality before a powerful orgasm pushes me over the edge.

              I’m outside myself now, looking down at my body as I cum over and over again.  It’s a satisfaction that can barely be described, a blinding fullness that consumes me perfectly.  I throw my head back and let out a howl of ecstasy, unable to contain all of this sensation within.

              Never before have a cum so hard that I achieved an out of body experience, and the sensation is exciting and new.  However, as I look down at my own body in the troughs of orgasm, there is something strangely unsatisfying, a nagging disappointment at the fact that this women is not actually me, but a rearrangement of my cells to create someone else; someone who, essentially, is purely fiction.

              I don’t have long to mull on this, however, because seconds later Derek is shaking as well, his body preparing for an orgasm of his own.

              “Cum all over me!”  I demand fiercely, doing my best porn star impression.  “Shoot that load all over these huge tits!”

              Derek pulls out and gives his cock three final pumps with his hand, then grips tightly against the base as a rope of hot jizz ejects out across me.  It feels nice against my skin; playful almost, in it’s erotic absurdly.  To go from abstinence to this in such a short time is almost too much for me to handle and I find myself giggling with satisfaction.

              Derek throws his head back and closes his eyes tight, his abs held firm as several more pumps of cum eject from his shaft and splatter across me.

              Suddenly, the door to the bedroom flies open, causing Derek to sit up immediately, frozen still with his cock gripped tightly in his hand.

              “What the fuck is this?”  Comes a familiar voice as Tara steps out from the shadows, a look of sheer rage plastered across her face.

              “Tara!”  Derek says, his voice a mixture of more emotions than I can count.

              “What are you doing?”  Tara asks, a slight hint of sadness shining through the anger as her voice wobbles slightly, losing its footing for a split second before falling back into line.

              Derek is not the type of man to run from his problems, and almost immediately I see him accept his fate.  “I’m sorry.”  Is all that he says, a look of genuine remorse on his face.  “I thought I’d changed, but I guess this is just who I am.”

              As I hear this my heart breaks, suddenly hit with the undeniable consequences of my actions.  Sure Derek and Tara would certainly no longer be an item, but at what cost?  Was it worth destroying our mutual sobriety like this for a moment of passion, especially given that the underlying motive was so dark?

              Laying there on the bed, covered in Derek’s spunk, I suddenly realize that Ms. Hyde is already growing beyond my control.

              “Who’s this?”  Tara asks Derek.

              He looks over at me, and then shakes his head.  “I can’t even remember her name.”

              “I’m Alison Hyde.”  I offer.  “I live upstairs.”

              Tara just chuckles in utter disappointment.  Derek opens his mouth to say something but Tara holds up her hand and stops him immediately.  “Don’t.”  She says.  “I don’t ever want to see you again.  Please find a new meeting to attend, as well.”

              Derek nods in understanding.  “I’m sorry.”  He repeats.

              Tara just lets out a long sigh and shakes her head, then turns and walks back out the door, leaving Derek in me to sit in silence.

              “I think you should go.”  Derek finally says.

              One of the great advantages to shape shifting that I’d never considered previously, is that you never have to look hung-over or tired.

              As I approach the Allencorp building I’m many times more exhausted than I should be, given the importance that today could possibly have on the rest of my life, but from the outside you’d never know it.  Baggy eyes; tightened up.  Wild, slept on hair; fixed.  Having nanobots attached to your cells is a dangerous game, one with many unknown consequence, but it’s also pretty cool having a permanent makeup kit with you at all times.

              I reach the front door and scan my card, which still doesn’t work.  With all of the craziness that occurred the last time I was here, I had completely forgotten to actually get my credentials updated.

              I knock loudly and then wait for Tucker to arrive and push the door open.

              “Can I help you?”  He asks.

              I immediately push past him.  “I don’t have time for you to remember who I am.”  I tell the man, impressing even myself with my newfound confidence.

              “Wait a minute, miss!”  The security guard shouts, following close behind me.  “Stop right there.”

              I refuse to listen, instead heading straight for the conference room for my private meeting with Dr. Crawford that was dubbed ‘extremely urgent’ according to the email subject line.

              I quickly reach the conference room and open the door, Dr. Crawford stopping mid conversation with a man and woman in black suits on either side of him. and looking up at me.

              “Mandi, you’re here.”  Dr. Crawford says coolly.

              Tucker appears abruptly behind me.  “I’m sorry, doctor!  I told her that she couldn’t come back here.”

              Dr. Crawford just stares at Tucker with a blank expression on his face.  “Why did you tell her not to come back here?”

              “Because she’s not authorized.”  Tucker says.

              Dr. Crawford just shakes his head and beckons me inside.  “Thank you Tucker, we’re okay from here.”

              The security guard nods and steps back into the hallway, letting the door close behind him.

              I take a seat across from the doctor and his two police companions at the end of our long white conference table.

              “As you’ve heard, we had a break in a few days ago.”  Dr. Crawford tells me.

              I nod, my heart skipping a beat.  “I’ve heard.”

              “As far as we know, the only thing that has gone missing is a single hard drive’s worth of security footage.  However, it appears that the woman was also tampering in one of our highest security clearance labs.”  Dr. Crawford explains.

              “Woman?”  I ask.  “How do you know it was a woman?”

              The doctor slides an assortment of black and white photos across the table towards me and as I look down that them my breath catches in my throat.

              “The stolen drive contained footage from all of the indoor cameras, however, the outdoor cameras remained functional and we captured these photos of the suspect.”  The doctor explains.  “Have you ever seen this woman?”

              I try my best to act as though I’ve got nothing to conceal, spreading the security camera screenshots out in front of me and carefully looking over every one.  The photos are shockingly high resolution, revealing every detail of my appearance as Ms. Hyde.

              “No, I’ve never seen her before.”  I tell him.

              Dr. Crawford nods silently for a moment, then leans back into his chair and let’s the man next to him take over.

              “I’m Detective Kellogg, with the FBI.”  The handsome older man tells me.  “And this is my partner, Detective Peek.”

              “Nice to meet you.”  I say.

              “We’ve got a few questions for you in regards to the break in, and this woman, along with your whereabouts on the day in question.”  Detective Kellogg continues.

              “You’re not under arrest.” Detective Peek informs me, chiming in.  “So you’re not required to talk to us, but your help is appreciated.  This is a matter of high government security.”

              I nod.  “I’m fine with talking to you, it’s not a problem.  I’m just trying to help.”

              “Good.”  Kellogg tells me.  “Then maybe you can help clarify a few things for me; first off, tell us where you went after leaving the security meeting in this room on the day of the break in.”

              “Well.”  I start, my brain immediately kicking into high gear, ready for anything.  “I left to get my keycard upgraded for the next security system, but I couldn’t find the lab.”

              “How long have you been working here?” Detective Kellogg asks skeptically.  “You just forgot where the lab was?”

              “I think Doctor Crawford told me the wrong one.”  I explain.  “It was a crazy day here.”

              “He told you the wrong lab?” Detective Kellogg questions.  “And what was the wrong lab that he told you?”

              I hesitate for a moment.  “I don’t remember.”

              The detective nods for a moment and then writes something down.  I can plainly tell that he doesn’t buy my story.

              “So what happened after that?”  The detective asks, looking up at me.

              “I went looking for the lab and I figure I must have gotten lost.  I started to get a headache and wasn’t feeling very well after that, though, so I just went home.”  I explain.

              “You went home, and you didn’t feel the need to mention that to anyone?  To your boss?”  The detective pushes even further.

              “No.”  I say, flatly.  “I just went home, I was too sick.”

              The officer seems to be deep in thought regarding my answer, and I can’t tell if it’s because he believes me or because he knows something that I don’t.

              “That’s interesting.”  Detective Kellogg says.  “What exit did you leave from?”

              I pause and think about this for a moment.  “The front door, I didn’t see anything happening out back.”

              Kellogg nods again.  “The crazy thing is, there are security cameras on the front door.”  He says.  “And the back door, too.  In fact, every entrance of this facility has a security camera fixed right there on it.”

              “Sometimes two.”  Detective Peek adds.

              “Sometimes two.”  Kellogg confirms.  “Me and Detective Peek here must have watched hours and hours of footage, but for the life of us, we can’t find any video of you leaving this building after work.”

              My heart is nearly pounding out of my chest at this point, beads of sweat surfacing across my forehead despite my best efforts to stay calm.  If I don’t get myself under control, and fast, the nanobots will corrupt and I’ll start drifting apart right here in front of them.

              “It looks like your car has been parked in the lot for a few days, too.”  Says Detective Peek.  “That’s a little strange, wouldn’t you say?”

              I sit in silence for a moment, not sure if this is a rhetorical question or not.

              “Wouldn’t you say, Mandi?”  Kellogg asks again.

              “It’s pretty strange.”  I tell them.

              “Care to explain?”  Kellogg prods.

              My gaze moves tensely between Doctor Crawford and the two detectives, wondering if I should give up right here and now.  I have no reasonable answer for them, nothing that could make sense of any of this.  However, they also don’t seem to have any answers for themselves.  This entire situation may be utterly bizarre, but since when has being bizarre been a crime?

              “I…” My voice shakes as I try desperately to come up with something.  “I guess you should check the tapes again.”

              “We’ve checked them plenty.”  Detective Kellogg says.  “And it still doesn’t add up.”

              Suddenly, a stroke of brilliance hits me so hard that it almost knocks me over backwards in my chair.  Visions of the man and woman who installed the security system flow into my head, particularly the woman who started crying over the rats and had to leave while covering her face.

              “Did you see anyone with their coat over their head?”  I ask.

              The two detectives look at each other, slightly concerned about the possible curve ball I’ve thrown their way, and more than a little confused.

              “I don’t think so.”  Kellogg tells me, and then asks Detective Peek.  “Did we see anyone with a jacket over their head?”

              “I don’t know.”  Peek answers.  “I’d have to go back and check the tapes.”

              “Well, that was me.”  I respond.  “I went to get my keycard fixed but slipped on some of the security equipment that was sitting out in the hallway, waiting to be installed.”

              Doctor Crawford suddenly looks terrified, probably sensing a potential lawsuit in his future.

              “It happened at the top of the stairs that lead down to level two, and I fell down them.”  I explain.  “Shook me up so bad that I had to call a friend to come pick me up, that’s why my car is still here.  I was crying, and embarrassed.  I didn’t want anyone to see me like that so I changed into some new clothes and then rushed out the door with a jacket over my head.”

              Kellogg eyes me suspiciously.  “Why’d you change your clothes?”

              “It was a bad fall.”  I tell him.  “My original outfit was ripped and bloody, so I changed into something I had lying around in my office.

              “You don’t look too scarred up.”  Detective Peek says with a laugh.  “You look just fine.”

              I stand up from my chair and turn away from them, willing the nanobots to create a massive swath of scabby, healing tissue across my back as I pull up my shirt.  The group lets out an audible gasp, and when I turn back to face them, Doctor Crawford looks white as a sheet.

              “Is that everything?”  I ask.

              The detectives exchange glances, and then Kellogg reaches over to one of the security photos and taps it twice with his finger.  “Just one last thing."  He says.  “Any idea why this woman left wearing your lab coat?”

              I shake my head.  “No idea.”

              I can tell that none of them buy it, the room tense with a heavy skepticism, but that this point they’re really nothing that they can say or do about it.  I turn and start to head for the door when suddenly Doctor Crawford stops me.

              “Mandi.”  The doctor says.  “I think you should stay home the rest of the week while we sort this out, take some time off.  It’s all paid, I just think it would be best if you weren’t here in the building.”

              Having barely just gotten out of the conference room without handcuffs around my wrists, I’m in no position to protest.  Instead, I nod in affirmation.

              “We’ll check the tapes again and get back to you.”  Detective Kellogg says.

              On the way home from the lab I call Derek on my car phone, but he doesn’t answer.  Pangs of guilt surge through me, having no idea what kind of turmoil this incredible man’s life could be in right now simply because of my actions the other night.                I’ll try again later.

              In the meantime, with all of this shape shifting nanobot drama going on, I haven’t had time to take care of any monotonous, daily chores at all.  I’ve got packages to take to the post office, groceries to buy, and bills to pay; and no amount of experimental technology is going to change that,

              It’s a long day, and by the time I get home I’m absolutely exhausted, flopping down onto the couch and almost immediately drifting off into a state of deep thought.

              My thoughts, however, are very specific.

              Finally, a moment to relax and all that runs through my head are powerful cravings to fuck.  I think back to the way that Derek felt inside of me, the incredible sensation of his muscular body pulsing against mine. 

              I reach down and let my hand slip under the waistband of my pants and underwear, my slender fingers gently tracing back and forth over my clit.

              A sharp but pleasant chill runs down my spine as I let out a long, satisfied sigh and push farther back into the couch cushions.

              With my other hand I reach over and grab my phone, then dial Derek’s number for the second time today, waiting patiently while it rings over and over against and then eventually goes to voicemail.  I hang up and quickly sent him a text that simply reads, ‘It’s Mandi.  Call me.’

              Touching myself feels incredible, I must admit, especially since I had even been abstaining from this kind of self-love for both years, as well.

              However, there is only so much satisfaction one can get while touching themselves after a night of such incredible sex.  I’ve tasted the sweetness and now I’m trying to revert to a sex life without sugar, magic or mystery.  I know deep down that I shouldn’t be having any of this at all, but the idea of returning to complete abstinence at this point is ridiculous.  There is an aching fire that burns deep within me, and now there’s no way of putting it out.