1 comments/ 13829 views/ 1 favorites Wetworx By: Lillian2Yung Written By Miro A. White and Lillian De Jong Inspired by Irishboy@1977 May 29th Boardroom meetings, who on earth thought up that concept? Or the name for that matter. Bored room gatherings would've been a more apt description of my time wasted in that stuffy office. Sometimes I just felt like putting the rest of those suits down like the dogs they were. Of course I'd never do so but sometimes the thought continued during those long dull hours in that steel grey office building with it's freeze dried recycled air-conditioned air, cubicles, annoying telephones, absolutely irritating elevator musak and a copier that just drove the most down to earth person to go postal. Add to that the fact that my love life seemed totally non-existent and you might get the picture of how my life was looking. "God I'm bored with my job," I sighed as I stretched out next to Phil in the janitors closet. A closet it was not. It was filled with buckets and mops and cleaning supplies but it was bigger than my corner office. Phil the Custodial Engineer nodded wisely and took another drag off his cigar. Phil was a fifty five year old black man with a hangdog face and the greatest outlook on life I'd ever come across. "Boredness is just life's way of saying ... move on". Phil's little life changing phrases had stuck in my head. But Phil was filled with these little tidbits of information. Like; "Nobody ever pays attention to the janitor" and "When life gets rough, grab a surfboard" and "Who says that a day job should be carried out during the day". I was senior partner a highly successful international finance law firm, with clients all over the world. I'd been all over the world, seen great beauty and the great horrors of this world. Now though ... every time I stepped into that office building I was bored before I reached the reception desk in the downstairs lobby. "I used to be so excited going to work but now ... ," I shrugged and took a drag from my own cigar. "Maybe it's time to bring that excitement back into this building and your life," Phil suggested and handed me a plain white business card with nothing on it except a website address. Streetwars "What is this?" I asked, certainly interested despite the fact that the mental picture of a full out gang war started playing in my head. Phil didn't answer immediately but twirled his cigar in the air as if trying to formulate the answer. "That my dear boy is the answer to your problems," he smiled. With that enigmatic note he picked up his rolling mop and walked out of the closet humming the tune from the A-team. *** "A three week long squirt gun assassin game?" I exclaimed that night as I sat in my den behind my laptop. "Cool!" I said out loud after reading a few lines of the general outline of the game of games. "At the start of the game you will receive a manila envelope containing the following: The Newest Assassin Game: Codename: WETWORX Assassins For Hire You can now hire an Assassin from the Shadow Government for your personal wetting missions. • A picture of your intended targets • The home address of your intended targets • The work address of your intended targets • The name of your intended targets • Contact information of your intended targets Upon receipt of these items, your (or your team's) mission is to find and kill (by way of water gun, water balloon or super soaker) your targets. You can hunt your target down any way you see fit; you can pose as a delivery person and jack them when they open the door, disguise yourself and take them out on the street, at work, in a cab, in the movie theatre etc.". Grinning I opened the sign up sheet and entered my name at once. Phil was right, this would definitely liven up the workday. Only downside was that the next game didn't start for six more weeks. July 3rd "And I think you'll find that Mr. Delaurio has indeed paid the proper amount in taxes for the last fifteen years. All by the book your honor," I said confidently as I handed over the paper work it had taken me five weeks to compile and or track down to the bailiff. White collar criminals had to be the most shifty kind of people on this planet. Fraud, embezzlement, tax evasion and other kinds of money stealing schemes were my cup of tea. I still hadn't figured out how precisely the IRS had come to the conclusion that my client was a major book-doctor though. They seemed not to have been able to find any other suspects and therefore pinned the crime on this weedy little mouse of a geek with glasses so thick that I always figured it was a miracle that he could see at all. He looked kinda like a man evolved from a mole. "Thank you councilor. This court is in recess until Monday the 17th at 11am when we'll go to closing arguments," Judge Tracy Moran said and rapped her gavel loudly before exiting quickly on the way to her hair and manicure appointment before going off for a week to Barbados with her husband. The bailiff's led Mr. Delaurio back through the side door and I went to pick up my briefcase. Later as I got back into my office I remembered that my secretary, Beth Masterson, had taken an early weekend to spend some time with her girlfriend. I set my briefcase on my massive oak desk and sat down in my all too comfortable chair, gazing out of the window. I had no work until next week Monday morning 11am. What on earth was I going to do until then? At a quarter to three a boy from the mail room came in and delivered a stack of manila envelopes. The First Ops With one week to go I had received my first target. The amount of data on the target had both surprised and disappointed me. Target 1. Mr. Joshua Warren. A picture, his home address, his favorite haunts, telephone number, email and his place of work ... so to speak. I'd found that a little more information was not out of the question. Warren was a brilliant 23 year old biochemistry major at Yale University. At school he was your typical rich kid who'd decided that it was time to defy his parents and not go into the family business. He looked like a plant that had been forced to grow in the dark. Tall, pale face, intelligent pale blue eyes and long black hair that was quite greasy. He also appeared to hold himself slightly bent as if trying to fit in with his fellow students. He was not the geeky kid that he appeared to be at first glance. Nor from his description in the manila envelope. I had already observed him going to the gym three times that week, his mornings started with a long run through the park. He was in fantastic shape. When he was not in school he lived in a swanky townhouse with a large garden which had obviously been paid for by his parents. No normal student could afford a house like this. He was also in favor with the ladies. I'd already observed him going home with two gorgeous girls two nights before. July 17th: Day 1 As I sat there in my car the morning of the start of the game of games I felt excited, totally focused and kinda geeky. It was as if the knowledge of shooting someone had been downplayed because of the water gun angle but I could live with feeling geeky. I was a tax lawyer after all. Now being such a freak for details I already had five completely filled water pistols on me, two in my briefcase, one in the glove compartment and one super soaker in the trunk of my car. I was a very cautious and well prepared individual. I had read the team angle. People could form teams to start with and work together to take out one target. "Always best to be prepared," I said out loud as I turned on the engine and gunned out of my driveway. It's funny but I don't think I'd ever been so hyper alert as I was that morning. Everyone entering my office was a potential assassin. But that didn't stop me from doing my job. The closing arguments had gone swimmingly and I had charmed the pants off every juror in the room. Mr. Delaurio was acquitted that very afternoon. Now it was time for me to get to the business at hand. As I got out of the court house I called the office and I told Beth that I would take the rest of the afternoon off. "Alright Gary, you have don't have any appointments until 1300h tomorrow," she said in her sweet voice. "God I wish she weren't gay," I found myself thinking again as I walked into the parking garage. When I got to my car I slipped out of my suit coat, shirt, suit trousers and stepped out of my polished shoes. Then I put on my brown dreadlock wig that I'd bought three years earlier for a Halloween party and then slipped on a pair of baggy jeans, my dirtiest trainers and my sunglasses. After looking at myself in the little mirror I put on my trusty old Bob Marley shirt and buttoned it up leaving the top three buttons undone. Then I hoisted my faded backpack onto my back and left my car under the courthouse and left on foot. The mid afternoon sun was so pleasant I decided to walk through the park to the University. No one would recognize me, not even my own mother at first glance. Coming into the University grounds, a smoking cigarette hanging loosely between my lips I must've looked as if I had no idea where I was. My walk had modified itself on the way through the park and I now walked with a little more bounce and swagger than I usually did. "Yo mon could ya tell me da way to da Bio Chem. labs 'ere?" I said to a random guy in my wanna-be Rastafarian voice. The guy smiled and directed towards the wrong side of campus as expected. I thanked him and set off the other way leaving him to stare at me. Two of my water guns were in my backpack, one each in the side pockets of my baggy jeans and a green one that was shaped like a .357 Magnum was in the waistband of my jeans under my shirt. It was one in the afternoon and I knew from my observations the week before that Mr. Warren would be going to lunch in a few minutes. I stretched out lazily against a tree in the park and pulled out a bottle of water and a book that I'd bought that morning before coming to court. I wasn't really reading the book though, I was carefully observing the exit of the Bio Chem. labs for my target. At a quarter past one I saw him coming out with a few others that looked much the same as he did. Withering plants. Them I'd seen before. Paul and Jonathan. His best friends. Smiling to myself I took out my small digital camera and activated it. I would take no chances being cheated, Mr. Warren was already a proven liar. He lied to and about himself. I stood up, yawned, stretched and clumsily picked up my bag. After that I set off along the path Mr. Warren and his friends were walking. They were headed to MacBeach's, their usual lunch time spot. I could see that Mr. Warren had a water gun on him as well but it was clear that he wasn't really expecting trouble this early in the game. I knew he would have to give me his target or targets when I sprayed him and I began to wonder who his targets were. They sat down on the terrace of MacBeach's and ordered their usual three pints. They had just received their menu's when the Coca Cola truck stopped in front of me blocking the view like I had hoped it would. I pulled out my .357 Squirt gun and made my way along the front of the truck as the driver started opening up the side door and climbed inside noisily. I saw Paul, Jonathan and Joshua watching the truck driver pile the coke bottles and acted. "Yo mon! You a dead mon!" I said loudly and squirted at the same time. The long stream hit Joshua Warren straight in the face and chest. Spluttering and dripping wet, Joshua looked up at me with fury in his eyes. "No way!" he called, drawing his own water gun but then saw the digital camera in my hand and his shoulders sagged. "Fine," he growled and indicated for me to sit down. I did and continued to be my wannabe Rastafarian. He introduced me to Paul and Jonathan and then handed me a manila envelope. July 18th: Day 2 My second target couldn't have been more easy and I felt no desire to stake out this one. Beth Masterson, my secretary. She didn't know I was in the game but now I knew she was. I called her into my office the following day and threw a water-balloon at her. Wide-eyed, her new suede suit ruined, she gave me her manila envelope. I gave her money to buy herself a new suit. July 24th: Day 8 James Levy, working as an on the road tech supporter in the midtown area. He could have been harder to reach if I hadn't posed as the most inept person with a computer. I called in a favor with my colleague downstairs and she called him down out to work on her secretary's computer. She gave Benjamin, her secretary, the morning off and I sat behind his desk instead, my colleagues glasses on and my manner as feminine as could be. James Levy was a homophobe and therefore reluctant to look at me. I squirted him on the back of the head as he sat behind the computer. He was the first one that smiled as he handed over his manila envelope. August 4th: Day 19 I saw online that my codename was ranked second in the standings. You were given a codename on the site and mine was Rastafarian due to the Quote; "Original manner in which I conducted my first 'kill'," End Quote. I was eager to be ranked number one. I had already eliminated eighteen targets in nineteen days. I'd had them all report in that they'd been 'killed' by me when I was still with them. I had been targeted by only three other players over those eighteen days. Luckily for me I kept a desk drawer filled with water balloons and three filled water pistols on me at all times. The first had been a barman from the café next-door. The second was something of a surprise because he was my boss. Mr. Walker, a powerful presence in any room had asked me into his office to talk about my last case. He had thrown a water balloon at me the moment I walked into the office. I had just been able to duck out of the way and squirt him between the eyes. The third had been the most fun because it appeared that he had hired a team to do his dirty work. When I walked to the parking garage elevator that morning I found a team waiting for me inside. Three kids of about 12 years old were inside armed with Super Soakers. Luckily for me it was a glass elevator and I'd seen them just in time. The kids had all been 'killed' and then had revealed who their 'employer' was. Their employer had turned out to be Mr. Declun of Foster, Declun and McKay. A divorce attorney on the other side of town who conveniently had arranged my parent's divorce a few years earlier. I had then dressed myself as a janitor and decided to take out Mr. Declun myself. I needn't have bothered because he had just been killed by a man styling himself The Bucketeer. He was the most successful player around and I couldn't wait to get my hands on him. Mr. Declun's list aside however I had another target to take out. That Target however proved rather elusive. Her picture and file had been handed to me by a spluttering (and by then very wet due to the fact that I'd thrown a water-balloon at him and then soaked him with my super soaker for fun's sake) fake waiter who had just been on the way out of the restaurant holding a new manila envelope. This was due to the fact that he'd just 'killed' Judge Tracy Moran and her husband. Judge Moran's former target was: 26 year old Katherine Webster and she looked so completely like the actress Claudia Black that I suspected that it was Claudia Black under an assumed name. It was not. I'd called and found out that Claudia Black was still in Vancouver filming. Katherine's workplace, an insurance firm, was an option but not a great one seeing as she sat with her face towards the office and elevators and her windows didn't open so there was no chance for me of hijacking a window washing trolley. Angel, as she was codenamed, was ranked third and therefore high on my list. Due to my extreme attraction to her however I decided to give up my plan to hit my next target in the subway and decided to scope her out a little first, maybe get a date in the process. I knew from her file that she sometimes hung out on Fridays at a place called Lilly's. She hadn't shown and I'd been forced to listen to a very bad band playing ... well ... whatever that was couldn't be called music anyway. The Last Kills August 5th: Day 20 Saturday afternoon she spent with her mother shopping for groceries and seeing as I was running low as well I thought I'd go there too. Problem was it was so incredibly hot that day that I couldn't be bothered to do any sneaking around. That evening I looked online and saw that Angel and I were tied for second place meaning that she had 'killed' someone that very afternoon. First was still held by The Bucketeer. I wondered what he'd done to earn that nickname. He was very good though. Twenty three 'kills' in twenty days. Seeing this again I pulled on my clothes and headed out with two friends and their girlfriends to The Rock and Rose, which was Angel's second most likely hangout. The Rose, as it was called by it's regulars, was a crowded bar/club with three levels with fantastic atmosphere, great music, large video screens showing both the happenings in the club and music video's. It also had a very large dance floor. Every level of the club looked out onto the large dance floor in the middle of the first floor. My friends quickly headed to the dance floor with their girlfriends and a drink. After saying that I had to get to the bathroom and that I would join them later I headed upstairs. Searching for Angel. After one lap of the entire club, during which I had already picked up two new telephone numbers that I'd been given by two drunk girls dressed like cheerleaders on the second level, I reached the bar and I finally saw her. Well not the real in the flesh her but she was on the screen in front of me. Black dress, flowers in her black hair, hands above her head and dancing in time with the music with two girls. I smiled, I knew those girls. The drunk cheerleaders. I quickly picked up my beer and looked out over the railing. There in the middle of the dance floor was Angel with the two cheerleaders. I grinned and fumbled in my pocket for my phone. An idea having struck me. I pulled a card that I'd taken from her office out of my pocket and dialed the number. I saw her flip open her phone and then frown. She didn't know the number that was calling her. After smiling she closed the phone again and continued to dance. She was good. But I was better. Quickly I dialed the number of the cheerleader closest to her and let it ring. Amy, as she was called, picked up the phone at once. "Amy," she shouted into my ear. "Hello Amy! Could you do me a favor and hand your phone to Katherine?" I said in a calm and reasonable voice. "Sure," she giggled and handed the phone to her girlfriend. I saw Katherine frown as she took the phone. "Yes?" she answered and her voice made me weak in the knees. "Hey Angel do ya wanna grab a drink?" I said in my wannabe Rastafarian voice. I saw her eyes dart around the dance floor, looking for me. She was good, yet I saw no sign of a water gun. "Rastafarian?" she asked, her voice uncertain. Wetworx "Dat's me mon," I joked, "Ya are me next kill deary". And with that I hung up the phone and headed for the dance floor. I only had till Monday to become number one and that was three days from now. However ... tonight was not the night to kill, it was the night to dance and perhaps get lucky. *** The beat was terrific, the crowd was fantastic and my earlier success with the Amy and Lizzie was my ticket into their little group. Katherine was a little distracted at first but soon found her moves again. Her body was awesome and her green eyes were sharp and intelligent. She and I got closer and closer until at last we were dancing with each other. Neither of us felt the need to talk. We couldn't talk seeing as the music was too loud but our message to each other was clear enough to everyone in the club. Amy and Lizzie left the dance floor at one point to go to the bathroom but Katherine had no intention of leaving my side. Whether she suspected that I was Rastafarian or that she was just as attracted to me as I was to her ... I really didn't care to know. She smelled wonderful and her hair was so beautiful. Shining like satin in the lights of the club. She rode against me with her butt in my groin and I knew she could feel my erection. I really didn't care. I wanted her to feel how excited she made me. She turned around and I knew from the look on her face that she had felt it. Her slender arms slid around my neck and all of a sudden she kissed me. She was a very very good kisser. She also had a stud in her tongue. Pleasantly if completely surprised I kissed back and we found ourselves in the midst of a crowded club playing a serious game of tonsil hockey for at least six songs. After which my cock was seriously in need of some freeing. Her strong yet elegant hand brushed over my cock and squeezed slightly. Her glittering eyes locked with mine and I had the feeling that she might unzip me right there and then. But she restrained herself, grabbed my hand and led me off the dance floor. I caught sight of the foursome I'd arrived with and they were looking at me as if I'd grown antlers. Completely stunned, their eyes followed me until Katherine led me out of the club. The warm summer air hit our faces and for a moment we remained silent. "Wanna go to my place?" she asked, indicating the direction. "Absolutely," I said perhaps a little too eagerly because she smiled knowingly. "TAXI!!" she yelled, followed by an almighty whistle that could've stopped a train. I had a strange feeling just then. Either she already knew my name and I was going to be out of the game after tonight or she didn't care to know and just wanted a completely anonymous one-night stand. Either way I found that it turned me on as she climbed on top of me the second the taxi had left the curb. "I want you," she whispered in my ear. As if this was news to me I looked her in the eyes and whispered back. "What do you want to do with me?". "I want you to fuck me hard all night long," she whispered as she nibbled on my earlobe. The stud in her tongue tickled slightly. I grinned. "Be careful what you wish for," I said in my normal voice. Her hand found my fly and her fingers were at my cock in seconds. Her fingers were rather cold but got warm pretty quickly. She yanked out my cock and started stroking it. This was all very exciting and I couldn't help but notice that the cabby, a tall familiar looking black man with a kind bearded face and glittering eyes, was taking the long way to her apartment. I knew the quickest route there and I knew that the cabby was watching what we were doing in the back. I'd never known a cabby to be this silent. Katherine slid off my lap and lowered her head to my groin. Her hot breath caressing it before she continued to pump it with her fist. Her tongue extended a little and quick as a flash she licked the head before acting as if nothing had happened. Slightly light-headed from the beer I'd had I was fascinated and immensely turned on by the young woman. Just as she lowered her head to my cock and brushed her lips over it, the cabby pulled to the curb and announced that we'd arrived. Bugger! Her apartment building was one of the nicest in the city and I could immediately see that it was owned by either a classy woman or a gay man. It was a fourteen storey pale pink building in perfect condition. Every single window had a flower box on it filled with sweet smelling flowers. The doorman was a happy smiling individual dressed in a clean red uniform with gold buttons and tassels on his shoulders. If not for the smile and the missing bearskin hat he could've been a guard at Buckingham Palace. "Good evening Miss Webster, back already? I wasn't expecting you for another four hours at least," the doorman said, as he held open the door. "I was lucky on the first catch George," Katherine said, indicating me. George the doorman nodded knowingly and winked at me. "You're in for a long night boyo," he said quietly to me as Katherine walked in. "I know, she told me," I said grinning. The second the elevator door closed behind us she was all over me again. She forced me into the wall and unbuckled my trousers. After looking at me once she slid them down and my, by now rock hard, cock slapped into her chin. "Hello again to you too," she purred at my cock before licking the head and enveloping it with her mouth. At once she started pumping me into her mouth as if her very survival depended upon it. I became severely light-headed and gravity started liking my legs more and more. Slurping and sucking sounds filled the small compartment and I had to wonder how long we would remain undetected. Or how long this elevator took to reach the tenth floor. Are we stuck or something? That's when I remembered that neither of us had actually pressed a button. We were still on the ground floor. "What floor would you like?" I asked, panting as she increased her suction and actually began to slide my cock into her throat. With a wet popping noise and a gasp my cock exited her mouth. "Tenth," she gurgled before sucking my cock back into her mouth. I pressed the 10 and at once we began to move. Thirty blissful seconds later the door opened to the fifth floor and a blind woman and her dog stepped in. "Good evening," she said, and I had to wonder if she was actually blind seeing as she knew it was evening. "Good evening," I gasped as Katherine continued to suck my cock with alarming veracity, "What floor?" "Ground floor please," she said politely. Her dog was watching Katherine with fascination. I pressed the ground floor button and the doors closed again. Another thirty seconds later the door opened up again and I saw a large golden number 10 on the wall in front of us. "Ground floor?" the blind woman asked. "No the tenth, ground floor is the next one. Have a good evening," I said as I picked Katherine up off the floor and exited the elevator. As I looked back I saw the blind woman sniff the air and smile. "This way," Katherine said. She grabbed my cock and led me down the hall. *** The walk to her apartment was unconventional to the point of uncomfortable in several different ways. First off we had to walk by a group of giggling old ladies that had apparently just visited Katherine's neighbor. They greeted Katherine by name and were highly interested in what she was holding in her hand. Secondly the walk and the grip left my cock harder than ever and thirdly she couldn't find her key so we had to search every bit of clothing she had on. By the time we'd finally found her keys which had somehow ended up in my coat pocket we were practically naked. "Get in," she said, her tone of voice left no room for debate. Not that I was going to of course. The moment the door was closed she ripped off the rest of my clothes and forced me against the door. Her hands were all over me and I found it difficult to think much of anything except that she seemed to either never have sex or she was an addict. Seeing her line of work I guessed the former. When she kissed me I felt an electric shock go through my system. God the girl was hungry and damn she was a good kisser. She didn't seem to want to be touched though. Every time my hands strayed near her tits, ass or pussy I was slammed against the door again. The fourth time this happened I spoke up. "Not one for personal pleasure are you?" She looked up with a slight crease between her brows and grabbed my cock. "Oh we'll get to my personal pleasure later! First I want to hear you squeal like a piglet," she grinned and let her lips caress my cock. My eyes closed when I felt her hot little mouth envelope my cock again. Her tongue twirling little circles, her hand pumping me and her mouth sucking like a mad woman. The slurping sounds were back. The noise made me want to giggle and cum at the same time. She sounded like a Hoover on a river bank but she was too damned good at it to make me say something, let alone stop her. Her right hand continued to pump my cock and her left started massaging my balls with elegant, well practiced movements. Slurp slurp gloop slurp gloop. The sounds filled my head seeing as there was no room for thought anymore. "Ohhh god Katherine! If you keep this up the hallway'll become a serious mess," I panted, trying to keep from cumming. With a wet pop my cock left her mouth. A frown had appeared on her face. "How did you know my name?" she asked sounding suspicious. "That's what your two blonde friends called you at the club," I invented wildly. Still don't know why I did that though. "Amy and Liz?" she asked now smiling a little. "I think so," I said, pretending I didn't remember their names. "They always call me Kitty ... and you would be ... ," she paused, cocked her head to the side a bit, then smiled, "Rastafarian?" "Never much liked that name. Call me Gary," I said, fully aware that she had the advantage and all the clothes. "Call me Angel," she grinned looking me over again, then added, "Come here to do me in?" "We'll skip the 'in'. And seeing as I'm completely defenseless here you might want to take an opportunity," I said shrugging. I hoped she wouldn't take that as an invite to kill me but I couldn't blame her if she did. "You're not my target," she said, sounding slightly disappointed. "Bucketeer?" I asked. "Yep," she said simply and held out a hand for me to help her up, then she added, "Let's go to my bedroom. It's better for my knees". *** The bedroom was not what I had expected from a former catholic school girl, English Lit major and insurance agent. I had expected something more neat and tidy, with pink and some stuffed animals and perhaps a crucifix on the wall above the bed. This place was a mess, there were clothes everywhere. Unwashed and already worn clothes by the looks of them. It looked like she'd blown up a homeless person. A desk in the corner looked as if someone had been using it for a storage place for books. The dresser was open and more clothes were in there ... albeit folded and clean. My eyes traveled around the room and fell at last on the bed. My eyes became as big as saucers. That bed ... it was huge. A massive cherry wood king-sized four-poster hung with some sort of veily material. In the dim light of the room, the breeze from the open window playing with the veily material, it looked like something right out of a rather funky ghost story. I quite liked it. Angel pulled me into the room and at once she pushed me down onto the four-poster. She then climbed on as well and kissed me again. Her left hand caressing my face and the other slowly caressing my still rock hard cock. "How do you want it?" she purred looking me straight in the eye. Strange question so I decided to play dumb. "Preferably with you," I said grinning a little. She smiled but I knew of course that that was not the answer she'd been waiting for. She slapped my abdomen. "Smartass! I meant would you like it hard, slow, fast, deep throat, lots of saliva, what?" she said now sounding much more businesslike than I would've preferred. "How about all of the above or just continue to do what you started in the cab, elevator and hallway," I said keeping my face perfectly in check. She nodded smiling crookedly, approving my choice. She then lowered her head to my cock again and gently licked the head. Her studded tongue was again immediately apparent. The cold iron peg against my cock was stimulating to say the least. Her tongue flickered over my cock head for a few moments and then her hot wet mouth enveloped it again. Oh god she was so good. I could absolutely tell that she'd had a lot of practice because no one could be this good naturally. One of her hands massaged my balls while the other was firmly enclosed around the bottom of my cock. Her head was bobbing up and down in rapid succession. My god this girl could suck-start a leaf blower! But as my hand strayed towards her tits I was again rebuffed. She was not going to let me touch her until she sucked the life out of me. Weirdly exciting girl. My light-headedness was back with a vengeance. My head started spinning and my breath seemed to have trouble with itself. Oxygen was no longer reaching my brain in the right quantities. It seemed to be either getting a whole hell of a lot or tiny little amounts. Judging from the way my head was buzzing with strange half formed and sexual imagery I would hazard a guess and say the former. Angel continued her bobbing up and down and I had to figure how on earth she kept me from cumming. I'd never lasted this long with blowjob before ... at least not a fucking great one like this. She picked up the pace and started to pump my cock into her throat again. She squeezed my balls as if they had done her great personal wrong and I felt my orgasm build at once. "Fuck in HELL!!" I exclaimed as the immensity of my orgasm became apparent. It felt like the pressures behind Hoover Dam. The water side. She pulled her mouth from my cock just as I was about to shoot for the moon. I must've shown my disappointment. "Oooh poor baby forgot he promised me an all-nighter," she said in a mock baby voice as she slapped my abdomen again with her open hand. Hard. "Who are you? Mistress Pain?" I asked with a grin. "Only if you want me to be, Gary" Not really. "Am I going to have to tie you up to touch you?" I said with a wicked smile. Her eyes widened slightly but she pulled herself together fairly quickly. "If you want". She was more of a Devil than Angel. "Okay" The bewildered look was back. She hadn't expected that one. I tried very hard not to smile but failed immensely. "You were joking right?" I asked. "Yes but now that I think about it ... It would be kinda fun," she said with a far off smile, blushing a little. I grinned. As far as this girl went nothing tracked with the person who worked in an insurance firm behind a non-cluttered desk and spent most of her evenings online. Then again it did track with the girl known to me as Angel. The Wetworx assassin. From a cluttered drawer next to the huge bed she extracted a blue box and sat back on the bed. With a glance at me she opened the box and extracted a pair of white silk shawls. Angel let out a soft cry as I grabbed her, lifted her up and over, and lay her on the bed beside me. I pulled her to me and kissed her, thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth while my hand cupped her breast, tweaking her nipple with my fingers. I picked up the two scarves and gently tied her hands with a loose knot. "Tighter" she said, again with that tone of command that I found a bit disconcerting. I tightened the knots and asked her to wiggle her fingers. She did and they didn't change color in any way. I leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips and then ran my tongue down to her ears, neck and licked and kissed my way downwards. I ran my fingers of both hands along the side of her ribcage with teasing lightness. Angel tried to pull back but then felt my tongue on her nipples and gasped. "Oh wow!" I heard her gasp as I flickered my tongue over her erect nipples. I still couldn't figure out why she was reluctant for my touch but then she moaned so satisfyingly that I just smiled and continued with what I was doing. I silently slipped my hand between her thighs and teasingly ran my way up and down. If this was going to be an all-nighter then she had better be prepared to take it as well as dish it out. I grinned, my tongue continuing to twirl around her nipples. Every now and then I would suck one of them into my mouth and Angel would let out a purring noise. After a while I began to think that perhaps her genome had a little more cat in it than regular people. It wasn't irritating or anything. It was just a funny noise. "Make me cum," she whispered almost inaudibly. I glanced at her and decided not to do so. Not yet anyway. I would go anywhere but her pussy and nowhere for too long seeing as most women astounded me with focusing their attention on one particular area of their bodies enabling them to cum just by touching a spot just above the knee pit. I kissed her just above her pussy and then went up again trailing my tongue as I did so. Cupping her pussy in the palm of my hand I felt the heat radiating from her. Boy, this girl isn't kidding. I let my hand rest there and carefully lightly ran my fingers over her outer labia. She shuddered and her eyes were closed but I knew that she was not there quite yet. She was curling her feelings. I had to hold back my giggle and ran my fingers teasingly up her thigh again. Her eyes snapped open. "Make me cum now!" she growled. I think I actually giggled just then. The furious look in her eyes was enough to tell me that if I didn't do it she would and I could leave. So I did what I was told. I quite liked that fact. I gently opened up her pussy and inserted my index finger as far as it would go with the palm of my hand firmly on top of her clit. She let out a whimper. I inserted another finger after having pulled out my index and inserted them both ... again as far as they would go. She shuddered and whimpered again. Then with my palm still firmly in place I started to rotate slightly and then started to finger her like crazy. She yelped and grabbed the scarves as her eyes popped open and her head snapped back. "Ooooohohohhoohhhh MY GOD!!! Yes ... yesss!!! Oooooh FUCK yes!" she screamed, loud enough for the doorman ten floors below to hear it. It certainly made my ears ring for a while. She wasn't there yet but well underway. I continued my 'vibrating dildo' routine and then pulled my palm away and rotated my hand and I licked her clit for the first time. An involuntary spasm went through her body and her legs started to tremble. I looked up from between her legs as I sucked on her little love button and saw that her eyes were riveted to mine, unable to look away. I stuck out my tongue and thrust it into her pussy as far as it would go and then held it there and started curling and uncurling my tongue. "Ohhh you bastard!" she gasped, an immense smile on her face, "Oooh fuck! You bastard!!" I could live with that title if it was pronounced like she did just then. I sucked her clit hard into my mouth and pushed in another finger. She shuddered and moaned but I hadn't even started yet. She was in for a long night after all. I flickered my tongue over her little button and upped the speed of my fingers. Her legs began to tremble and her breath was coming out in frenzied gasps. I sucked her clit hard into my mouth again as I ran tiny little circles around her clit. I felt her starting to hump my mouth trying to get my entire face into her pussy. I upped the tempo of my fingers some more and continued to suck her pussy. Wetworx Now the vulgarities really started to fly out of her mouth. Bastard was the politest of them all. Her legs suddenly clamped themselves around my head and she arched her back like the neck of a swan can do. Violent tremors racked through her lithe little body and she spasmed and cursed me into oblivion. A lot of her cum flooded into my mouth and I lapped it all up as quick as I could before the next wave hit. She wasn't gushing or anything but the flood gates had indeed been breached. "Oh you fucking fuck! Shit! Jesus! Ohhh fuck," she gasped as the last of her tremors subsided. "Now Angel ... you have got a demon inside you and I must say he makes the Exorcist look like a nice Telly Tubby kinda deal," I said as I slowly, almost teasingly pulled my fingers out of her pussy and pulled myself along side her. Her breath was still coming out as if she'd just run a marathon. "This was a great idea," she said indicating the scarves. "Well better you than me," I grinned as I licked her nipples and stared into her eyes. She inhaled sharply and closed her eyes for a moment. "Well now it's your turn to be tied up," she said with a grin. "Okay fair enough," I said and started to untie her. The moment she was untied she climbed on top of me and pulled open her bedside table drawer. Out came, as I expected they might, two pairs of black fluffy handcuffs. "You never do this kind of thing huh?" I said skeptically as she slapped the cuffs on me with expertise, "First time being tied up eh? Don't make me laugh Katherine you do this more often than not". Angel looked at me and slapped my abdomen again. Harder. "Bad Gary! Calling me by my given name. Just for that I'll leave you here to cool off for a while. In the meantime I'm going to have a cigarette right here!" she giggled and pulled out a pack of Marlboro's and lit one. Her wet pussy shifting on my legs every now and then, she had her elbows on my ribcage and she gazed into my eyes as if trying to read my thoughts. With every exhale she blew the smoke up my nostrils. Every time I spoke or even opened my mouth to speak she either slapped my abdomen or tapped me lightly on the nose with the message "No Talking You Bad Boy!" Weird girl. Exciting girl but weird nonetheless. As she sat there I felt a certain apprehension come over me all of a sudden. I felt like we were being watched. I glanced around the room but saw no one there. The window looked out on a warehouse of some sort. It looked like a clothing warehouse. Still, no one there I could see. "What is it baby?" she purred as she tenderly ran her nails gently over my abdomen. "Baby?" I said and turned my attention back to her, "Oh ... err ... nothing" "Feeling a little scared perhaps?" she grinned as she put out her cigarette. I had to admit that look in her eyes was not one I like in sexual partners or indeed in tigers looking at me like a midnight snack. Angel leaned in and kissed me tenderly on the lips and then shuffled into position. I felt crucified there for a moment with my hands chained to the bed there. I might've looked kinda like Jesus. Although I was in for a far happier night then he'd been. With her slightly cold hands she positioned my cock underneath her and then with an alarming squeak she plunged down on it. I felt winded and immensely weird just then. I had the feeling that I was in her ass but no when she opened her eyes again she raised herself slightly and I saw that I was in her pussy alright. Her pussy was gripping me like a vice however. Kinda hurt but not in a bad way. "Ohhhh god! Too big! Christ too big," she gasped as she raised herself off my cock a little and then plunged down more slowly. She continued in this fashion for a minute or two. "Fuck me baby yes!" she groaned and dug her nails into my flesh. Now that did hurt and I gritted my teeth there. She began to ride me slowly, her tits bouncing inches from my face but not close enough for me to reach with my tongue. Her pussy began to feel a little looser the more she rode me and I remembered my earlier suspicion as to her sex life. Weird half formed thoughts started in my mind but none came very far. My entire attention was focused on Katherine now. She started riding me harder and I was helpless to do anything. The handcuffs were starting to chafe my wrists after a while but Angel wouldn't take them off or indeed acknowledge my presence there. She was entirely focused on riding my cock. She moaned and panted and rode me still faster. "Oh you bastard! Yes fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Damn ohhh goddamn!" she panted distractedly as she plunged down again and again, faster and harder. She was going fast but not fast enough to make me cum. She knew what she was doing because every now and then she would squeeze my balls and then sit still a moment or two before going at it again. After what felt like about half and hour or so during which time I was loudly blamed for just about everything that was wrong with the universe Angel started to lean further and further backwards until she started to gyrate her hips in that ridiculous position until she started shaking and her pussy contracted heavily. "Oooohhh fucking bastard! You big black bastard!! Yes ohhh yes!!" she screamed and shuddered again and again. This seemed to continue for quite some time. For a minute or so I thought she might be having some sort of seizure. "You okay love?" I whispered, just in case I was interrupting something. "Yeah," she muttered distractedly, sitting up running her hands through her hair then smiled slightly. "Wow, haven't had many of them lately," she smiled and crawled back on top of me until she was looking me straight in the eyes. "What, seizures?" I suggested with a grin. That earned me a dig in the sides. "No stupid! Multiples," she breathed in my ear and then nibbled it again. The grin on my face wouldn't leave after that. She lay there for a while nibbling my ear and breathing sweet nothings into my ear. I longed for the cuffs to come off but no. She wasn't having it. "Silly boy, you didn't think I'd let you off before you got off now did you," she whispered into my ear as her left and started slowly jerking me off again. Her tender lips kissed mine, softly then she licked my lips and trailed her tongue down my chin, neck, along my chest taking in both of my nipples and still she trailed downwards with her hot little tongue. Just as she was about to reach my pubic region she stopped and I let out an involuntary groan of disappointment. I looked down and saw that she was actually grinning. "Don't worry Gare I'll rock your world yet," she said softly as she continued to jerk my cock with her left hand. Still she wasn't trying to get me off she just didn't want my cock to become flaccid. She was the biggest tease ever. My brain was feeling seriously fuzzy and my body was aching for release. Angel turned round and showed me her beautiful ass. "You like it baby?" she purred as she slapped her own ass, watching my reaction. "Mhmmh," I responded. "Would you like me to make you cum?" she said as she slapped her ass again. There was a definite look of pleasure in her eyes. "Yes please, I can't take this much longer," I pleaded. That of course was what she'd wanted. Me pleading for release. "Okay baby I'll take the shackles off and then you can fuck me any way you like for as long as you want. As long as you remember who you belong to now," she purred as she turned around again and undid the handcuffs. I was all over her the second my arms were free. I wrapped my arms around her waist and we fell backwards until I was on top of her. I knew she preferred to be on top but we'd get to that later. I spread her legs and thrust my cock in at once. She let out a high-pitched squeal, for a moment there I thought I'd hurt her, but then it was followed by a horny "Ohhh". I sat up on my knees and pulled her towards me again. I pulled out a little and then plunged in again and again and again. Faster and harder until the bed was seriously shaking and so was she. Little yelps of pleasure erupted from her throat and her face was screwed up in ecstasy. As I could feel my orgasm reaching boiling point I didn't slow down but I sped up. I wanted to cum and make her cum with me. "You like that you huh you little white bitch?" I whispered into her ear and then licked it. "Oooh yes yes I love it you big black Fuck! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeee! Oh yes I'm gonna cum again!!" she screamed loudly. I felt her little body shake and her pussy contract again and again and that for me was finally boiling point. I shot the first stream of my cum deep into her and then pulled out and shot the rest all over her. I couldn't seem to stop cumming. My cock felt rather numb as stream after stream ejected over her stomach, tits, neckline, face, hair and the bed. I looked down at her to see a very very satisfied and rather tired smile on her beautiful face. As I watched she ran her fingers over her stomach, through my cum and then put her fingers in her mouth. "Mmmh very nice," she said with the air of a connoisseur. I took this as an invite and moved my cock to her lips again. She popped it into her mouth at once and began to suck it again. The tiredness of a few moments ago seemed to have vanished and she sucked hungrily at my cock trying to get me hard again. It took a while but she got it hard again. As it stood there she looked up at me and smiled. "How's about a shower before sleep because you've made me all sticky," she said in a very sweet voice. I nodded and picked her up into my arms and lifted her off the bed. With her in my arms I walked into the shower, which joined her bedroom. The bathroom was huge and held a three person bath at least a shower fit for at least four and three sinks. "You live here alone right," I asked uncertainly. "No Amy lives here too but don't worry they'll be staying at Liz's tonight so we can have some privacy and they can have some too," she said with a wicked smile as I put her to her feet in the shower booth. Her legs seemed a little shaky at first but then she found her feet and turned on the shower. She pulled me in and pulled me to her again, kissing me deeply. She then turned away and put her face and under the stream and washed away my cum from her body. I stood behind her and wrapped my hands around her and pulled her to me. My cock pressing into her ass, I kissed her neck and ran my hands over her tummy and gently rubbed her tits. She let out a sweet moan and reached behind her for my cock. Rubbing it gently she pushed it between her ass cheeks and leaned forward a little. "Fuck me then like I know you want to," she said as she pulled me closer, "fuck my ass big boy!" Yeah ... okay. "You sure?" I said, somewhat hesitantly. My last girlfriend hadn't much liked that sort of thing ... at least not with me. She'd complained that it was too big. That used to make me giggle. Angel looked over her shoulder and smiled in a very patronizing way. "I can safely say that that's not the biggest thing I've ever had up there ... though it's close," Angel said and turned around again and bent over, the water from the shower cascading down her back. Well if she's sure. Gently, carefully and very slowly I eased my way forwards. My cock head was pressed against her 'Dark Star' (as she later referred to it) and slowly I started to ease in. Damn she was tense, her entire body seemed to be on edge. Just as I felt the head pass through her sphincter I heard her gasp but I wasn't sure if it was due to my cock or the fact that she seemed to be drowning in the shower. She planted her hands against the walls and she visibly relaxed herself. I slid in a lot easier after that. After about a minute I was fully inside, having taken it slow so as not to tear her in half. "You good?" I asked, I hadn't heard her make any comments so far. Slowly she nodded and turned her face towards mine. I saw that she was biting her bottom lip and a truly ecstatic look on her beautiful face. A tender hand touched my abdomen and she held it there. "Slow," was the only word I next heard although her mouth was wording a lot more than that. The water was cascading over us and she placed her other hand against the wall again. Slowly I pulled out and then just as slowly entered her again. I looked at her face and saw that she closed her eyes as her mouth made a slight pout. The tender hand tapped my abdomen again and I pulled out once again. A quick gasp and then she nodded. After that she urged me to go a little faster. I reached underneath her and began playing with her pussy again. Soon enough she was making very horny moans and panting like crazy. "Huh yes oh fuck yes fuck... quicker! Yes harder!!" she gasped as I did what she asked. I slammed into her tight little ass harder and harder at her direction. We must've stood beneath the shower for at least half an hour but then her legs started giving way and Angel arched her back and let out a hoarse grunt followed by a pathetic whimper as her body shook and her legs gave out altogether. I had to catch her before she fell. I turned off the shower and carried her out of the booth. She gazed sleepily at me and allowed me to steer her onto the toilet where she could sit down while I went in search of a few towels. I found them fairly quickly considering that her place was unknown to me. When I got back in the bathroom she was sitting with her head between her legs as though she was about to pass out. "You okay?" I asked uncertainly. "Yeah just a bit spacey. I haven't had one of these for quite some time. I think you just burned me out a little," she said quietly as she allowed me to wrap a towel around her. "I tend to have that effect on people," I said with a grin. "Did you cum yet?" she asked all of a sudden. "I came plenty," I assured her, "don't worry about that". "I am not going to leave you hanging besides I love your cock," she said with a horny grin as she reached out for my cock. She quickly popped it into her mouth and sucked on it like her life depended on it. Expertly she massaged my balls and pumped my cock with her other hand. "You are sooo good!" I groaned as she sucked me harder and harder. Her tongue making little circles, her hand jerking circles. She tilted her head back a little and I felt my cock sliding into her throat and she made a funny gurgling sound that tickled like hell. Faster, faster and harder she pumped my cock. I began seeing stars and my breathing was malfunctioning again. "Oh shit baby here I cum," I gasped and not a moment too soon because a second later I erupted. Angel had a little trouble keeping it all in and a fair bit spilled onto the bathroom floor. Most of it disappeared down her throat however. "Wow," she giggled as she wiped her chin and gave my cock a last lick before letting go. We dried off and a few minutes later we collapsed naked on the bed where she fell asleep almost instantly. I smiled at her and fell asleep soon afterwards. *** From deep slumber there were noises. Weird noises. Noises unnatural in the twilight hours before the dawn. And indeed it was close to dawn. Metal against metal and then a slight creak of an old wooden door being opened by someone who didn't know the apartment. I opened my eyes and there in the doorway stood a hulking silhouette of a barrel-chested man. He stared at me and in the light from outside I saw his white teeth gleam as he smiled. I looked down a bit and saw that in his thick arms was the largest gun I've ever seen in my life. It looked to be about a meter and a half in length but as I looked closer I saw the two enormous tanks attached to the top of it. Before I could do so much as register that it was a water gun or move my arm I was soaking wet and spluttering. Next to me Angel let out a startled shriek as ice cold water dowsed us and her bed. After what seemed to be at least four gallons of water the spraying maniac in the door ceased and lowered his weapon. "You have just been assassinated but I'm glad to see that you've found each other," said a deep melodious voice that sounded vaguely familiar, "I was getting sick of hearing about how worthless your lives were to you. Get married! Have a lot of sex and raise some rugrats. Oh and before I forget" there was a blinding flash of light and a whirring noise, "You have both just been killed by the Bucketeer!" With that the man put his camera back into his pocket, reached for the door handle and closed the door behind him with a snap. I must've stared at the door for about a minute and then I heard a slight giggle next to me. I looked over at Angel and saw that she was shaking with giggles. "What?" I asked. "You didn't recognize the voice did you?" she asked, still giggling. "Yeah but I can't place it" "We were just assassinated by the janitor" "What janitor?" "'Life lesson' Phil a.k.a. The Bucketeer" I thought about that for a minute then said, "So it is true what they say" "What do they say?" Angel purred, snuggling closer. "Nobody ever pays attention to the janitor". The End Special thanks to: Streetwars Mr Joshua Warren of Moore. Miss Beth L. Masterson of Norwich. Mr Thomas P. Moran MD and his wife Tracy of New Haven. Mr James S. Levy DDS of Woodbridge. And most especially to Miss Katherine Webster of Wallington. And Mr Phil Catherington of Seattle.