8 comments/ 18435 views/ 18 favorites Parasite Ch. 02 By: MissLisaJones Preamble If you haven't read chapter one then this will make no sense at all. Seriously. Enjoy ********* As I made my way home from the brothel I thought about what I had done. There could be no doubt that I had 'fed the beast'. Even the most demanding of parasites would have to be satisfied after a meal like that. What is more, it was also clear that I would be more than welcome back at Xena's Massage Parlour; Sandra had talked about how there were discounts for regulars. On the other hand there was the sheer cost of the thing. If I scrimped and saved and lived off a diet consisting solely of beans on toast then, at a pinch, I could afford to go to Sandra maybe once a week. Certainly not every day. If the parasite wanted to go more often then it would have to find some way of paying for it. So, now we were down to option two, trawling the lesbian clubs and getting myself picked up. I wasn't overjoyed at the prospect but options were slim on the ground and at least it would be cheap. If I played my cards right I wouldn't even have to pay for my drinks. Of course, I ought to have discussed all this with the parasite to get it on board with my plans and, hopefully, avoid any embarrassing incidents. However, I was feeling tired and washed out and knew no other way of attracting its attention other than playing with myself and I wasn't up for that. I decided that, for the evening at least, I would let sleeping parasites lie and just snuggle up on the sofa and watch the soaps. The next morning I woke bright and early and, after a light breakfast, I went to get a shower. You would have thought that, with all the mind-blowing orgasms I had had over the preceding days that I would be sexually exhausted but, as the warm water flowed over me, I couldn't help but think back and, somehow, I found myself soaping my breasts and groin a little more thoroughly than cleanliness alone required. In my mind I replayed Sandra's busy little tongue. God, she had been good. I had expected the sex to be cold and mechanical but her skill and determination to give me a good time had made it a memorable experience. 'You are performing the sex act again.' 'Well, duh!' I should have known my favourite parasite would turn up the moment I touched myself 'You want to attract my attention again.' 'No, sometimes I do it just for pleasure but, seeing as how I have got your attention, we do need to discuss plans for tonight.' 'There is nothing to discuss. You will return to Sandra.' 'No can do. Sorry, I can't afford it.' 'You would be unwise to disobey my wishes.' 'If wishes were horses....' 'What is this nonsense?' 'It means that you can wish all you want but it doesn't change the fact that visiting Sandra costs money, money I just don't have. Trust me, she's a cash only sort of girl. Anyway, I have other plans for tonight.' 'Other plans? What do these plans consist of?' 'Going down to Queen Street tonight and cruising the pubs and clubs.' The parasite rifled through my mind and picked out a number of memories. OK, so Queen Street isn't Manchester's Canal Street but it's where the LBGT community hangs out and as good a place to go hunting as any. Well, not exactly hunting; if anything I was going to be the prey, albeit a prey that wanted to get caught. 'And this will be better than going to Sandra?' 'I don't know about better. It will certainly be cheaper.' 'Very well. I will allow this but do not disappoint me. Now, we have talked enough. You must finish the sex act on yourself.' 'Can you help, please' Immediately I felt that warm surge of pleasure. The parasite might be a pain in the arse but it sure knew which buttons to press. That, combined with the warm water still flowing over me, my busy fingers rubbing between my thighs and visions of PC Andrews, my current fave fantasy, and it wasn't long before my legs gave way and I ended up crouched in the corner, moaning in pleasure as the orgasm took me. OK, not the greatest orgasm I've ever had but as good a way to start the day as any. When, come the evening, I got off the bus and started to make my way to Queen Street I remembered all the reasons why this might not be the best idea. I'd never been one for clubbing. Firstly there's the whole meat market thing. As far as I am concerned the whole club scene is about meeting people for shallow, meaningless sex. The music is so loud that there's no chance of any real conversation which means that it's all done on looks and that couldn't be more superficial. What's more, because you can't talk you end filling the gaps by drinking and that, all too easily, leads to ill judged one night stands with people you wouldn't look at twice when sober. Trust me, I know that one all too well. But then, wasn't this exactly what I was here for? Shallow, meaningless sex with a virtual stranger who I might never see again. If I was going to feed the parasite then I was going to be in for plenty of that. Mind you, the virtual stranger bit wouldn't last long. The local scene isn't that big; there aren't that many of us and it's always the same ones cruising the bars looking for pick-ups. It wouldn't take more than a couple of visits before the word went round that Jane Hughes is a complete slut who will put out for anyone. Still, I had a parasite to feed and was running out of options. Here I was in Queen Street, my short dress and tee shirt just the right side of slutty and ready to go. It was time to make my move. I picked the least obnoxious of the clubs, went in and made my way to the bar. I ordered a vodka and coke and sat there, trying to strike a balance between looking available and looking desperate. I didn't have long to wait. Although I was sitting at the bar the décor depended heavily on mirrors and I was able to watch the rest of the club without turning around and being too obvious. I'd already spotted a group of women sitting together and noted that they were looking at me. One even pointed in my direction, unaware that I was watching in the mirror. After a while she stood up and came over and leant on the bar next to me. "Hi, I'm Alex. I don't think I've seen you in here before." OK, so not the most original of pick-up lines but still functional for all that. "I'm Jane," I replied and for a second or two we just looked each other over. Under normal circumstances all my alarm bells would be ringing. She was a predator if ever I saw one. It seemed quite clear to me that her sole intentions was to put another notch in her bed-post and I was tonight's target. I glanced across at her friends who were watching with interest. I wouldn't put it past her that there was some sort of bet involved here. I'm not much of a one for stereotypes but her masculine clothes and haircut screamed 'stone butch'. Well, wasn't that what I was after? All I had to do to get what I needed was to play the femme in return. I gave her an encouraging smile. "Bel, can I have a Nastro Azzurro," Alex asked the barkeep. "And another of whatever it is that Jane is drinking." "Thank you, I'll have another vodka and coke, please." Alex took that as permission to pull up a stool and sit next to me. She turned the charm up to eleven and, in response, I played the pretty little femme, batting my eyelashes and hanging off her every word. It was false, it was facile but it served its purpose exactly. I'm pretty sure that, before the first round of drinks was finished, we both knew where this was heading but the rituals have to be observed. There was even some obligatory time on the dance floor even though I'm pretty useless and Alex was worse. After a couple of numbers and flushed from the exercise, we returned to propping up the bar. Alex immediately bought more drinks and it was clear she was trying to get me drunk. Heaven knows why, I was trying to make it clear that I was willing anyway. What is more, I wanted to keep a reasonably clear head for when the time came. I wondered idly whether the parasite would be affected, whether it was getting drunk as well. At last Alex made her move. She suggested that I might prefer to find somewhere a bit quieter and commented that her place was 'just around the corner'. "That sounds great," I enthused. "Just let me go to the little girls room first." "OK, but don't be long." As I weaved my way through the throng I happened to glance back and, sure enough, Alex was looking across at her friends and giving them a hearty wink and a thumbs up. Yes, Alex, you've scored. Well done! I did my business but when I emerged from the stall the rest room wasn't empty. There at the sinks was another woman washing her hands. I went to the empty sink, glanced across and.... "PC Andrews!" "It's Sarah when I'm out of uniform but yes, that's me. And you're Jane, Jane Hughes, aren't you? You had that nasty fall in the High Street a week or so back. How's the head? That was quite a nasty bump you took." "Oh, I'm fine now." "You are, aren't you? Very fine." she said, looking me up and down. I looked back at her and something seemed to click. I felt tongue tied and awkward. I had so much to say and no words to say it with. For the last few days my most fervent sex dreams had featured her in and out of uniform and, now that we were face to face, I couldn't find any words. I just felt nervous. I wanted to stay, I wanted to go, I wanted.... I didn't know what I wanted. And the odd thing was that Sarah looked just as flustered. My first impression of her, seen from the ambulance stretcher, was one of self assurance, and air of command. Indeed, it was this assurance, this air of command that had fuelled my fantasies. Instead what I was getting was wry grins and nervous glances. We were half way to a fit of the giggles. I got the feeling that we both wanted to say something but neither of us knew where to start. Predictably it was Sarah who pulled herself together first. "Jane, yes, well.... I'd like to chat but you've got to be getting back to Alex. She'll be wondering where you've got to." "How... how do you know I'm with Alex?" "I saw her putting the moves on you at the bar. It's a small world around here and everyone knows Alex. Be... be careful around her, OK?" "You make her sound dangerous." "Dangerous, no, she's not dangerous exactly.... Well, I'm sure you can look after yourself. Look, have you still got my card?" "Yes, yes, it's in my purse." "If... if you'd like... please, give me a call some time. You don't have to be in trouble or anything. If you just want a chat, or something.... I'd like that. I'd like to... but not now, you've got to get back to Alex and I must get back to my friends. And, with that, we both returned to the club. As soon as I emerged from the toilets Alex looked up from the bar, saw me and gestured towards the door. It was time to go. Her version of 'just around the corner' turned out to be a fifteen minute taxi ride away. She was all over me in the back of the taxi, much to the amusement of the driver. Mind you, I wasn't exactly fighting her off. When we arrived at the block of flats where she lived she paid off the taxi and led me inside. As soon as we got in the lift she pinned me into a corner, shoved her tongue down my throat, one hand up under my tee shirt and the other up my skirt. I was beginning to see why Sarah had warned me about her. I wasn't exactly being raped, I was more than willing to go along with this, but she was giving me very few options and, had I wanted to, there was no way I could have fought her off. When we arrived at her floor she bundled me out of the lift, along the corridor and up to the front door of her flat. She already had the key in her hand so, still keeping a tight grip on me, she unlocked the door and manhandled me inside. As the door closed behind us she pushed me on, down the hallway, into her bedroom and straight onto her bed where she flopped on top of me, pinning me down. She gripped my wrists and pulled my arms up, over my head. With one hand she held me there, her other reached for the hem of my skirt, pulling it to my waist. As her hand groped my crotch the parasite gave me one of those sexual rushes and, before I could stop myself, I gave a little "oh, yes!" "Oh, so you like a bit of rough, do you? I thought as much. I bet you'd just love it if I tied you up?" The next bit takes a lot longer to describe than it did to happen. It just so happens that I do have a bit of a thing about bondage. Not that I'd ever really done much. Up until then I had never found the right partner. Even then, under normal circumstances, the last thing I was going do was let some total stranger tie me up and have her way with me but that didn't stop the rush that ran through me, straight to my groin. The parasite, of course, picked up on this. 'Say yes!' it all but screamed. 'You've got to be joking.' 'Say yes or I'll make you.' I don't know how much was the threats from the parasite, how much the booze or how much my unfulfilled desire to try bondage but I looked Alex straight in the eye, batted my eyelids and simpered "please." "Stay there. If I see you move so much as a muscle I'll smack that pretty little arse of yours so hard won't be sitting down for a week." She got up off the bed, reached underneath and I heard a metallic clinking as she rummaged around. When she stood back up she was holding a pair of leather cuffs linked together by a short length of chain. The chain attached to the headboard of the bed and then she buckled the cuffs around my wrists. I was now helpless and, as I felt that loss of control and my body reacted strongly even if I was a little scared. "I'm not going to gag you because I want to hear you beg but I've got neighbours so, if you don't keep it down, the gag goes in. OK?" I just nodded in reply. Now that my arms were restrained she set to work with a quiet and practiced efficiency First she reached for the hem of my tee shirt and, after a certain amount of tugging, pulled it up, over my head and up my arms until it was bunched around my manacled wrists. Then she had no problems reaching under me to unfasten my bra and it soon joined my tee shirt and I was naked from the waist up. When she reached for the waistband of my skirt I started to lift my hips up to help but she just looked at me, shook her head and said "uh, hu" so I lay back passive again. This meant it took quite a bit of pulling but I guess that was the point. She wanted me to feel every tug, to know that I was being undressed for her entertainment and there was nothing, absolutely nothing, I could do about it. As my legs were still free she was able to take my skirt right off, my shoes and socks following shortly afterwards. This left me in just my panties feeling small and vulnerable. But not vulnerable enough for Alex. Once again she reached beneath the bed and once again returned holding cuffs connected by a chain. This time it was my ankles which were cuffed before being pulled down and apart, towards the corners of the bed. By the time she was finished I formed a taut 'Y' and the combination of fear and the sexual thrill of being so open and available was overwhelming. The only thing protecting my modesty was my flimsy lace panties and I knew they were not going to last long. Alex turned to her dressing table and returned with a pair of scissors which she snipped in my face. "Please, please, no," I whimpered but we both knew, and the damp patch in the crotch of my panties confirmed, that my 'no' meant 'oh, yes please!' As the sharp blades of the scissors sliced through the flimsy material of my panties and the last vestige of my defences fell away I knew I was completely and utterly at her mercy. I loved it. Alex tossed the tattered remains of my panties aside and, still fully dressed, got back on the bed and lay down beside me. "Scared?" I just nodded. "You should be." I nearly pissed myself at that but, my god, she was exciting! And then she set to work. With her fingers, with her lips, with her eyes, she played me like an instrument and, god, she was a maestro. She tickled, she teased, she titillated, she tantalised, she thrilled. It seemed like there wasn't one part of my accessible body left untouched. Well, apart from those places where, more and more, my body was screaming out to be touched. As yet another row of kisses ran up the inside of my thighs simply to fall short of their target I all but screamed in frustration. "Oh, please, oh, please, oh pretty pleeeease!" I pleaded as her tongue played over every part of my breasts except, of course, my nipples which were aching for attention. Time and time again she took me to the edge, and time and time again she pulled back before I could get release. I was desperate, I would do anything to gain release, and I was all but crying with frustration as I begged, pleaded and cajoled; anything to try and persuade her to let me finish. But that, of course, was what she wanted. And, ironically, it was what I wanted as well. After what seemed like forever I felt her fingers easing open my nether lips. Carefully avoiding my clitoris, she slipped her first and forefinger inside me. "Ooh, you're a juicy one," she mocked. "You're loving every second of this, aren't you?" "Yes, yes, you know I am." She left her fingers inside me and, crucially held them still while she leant over my breasts and took my right nipple in her teeth. She bit, not hard at first, but hard enough and definitely with the promise of more. Then she moved to the left nipple and repeated the procedure. "Does that turn you on? Do you like a little pain with your pleasure? What about this?" She clenched her hand gripping me hard enough to make me squeak out loud. Then she leant up on one elbow and, with her hand still gripping me hard enough to hurt, she looked me straight in the eye and smiled. "Now, I'm not a total bitch. If we go any further then I'm going to have to hurt you so it's your decision. You can say 'no thank you, Alex' and we'll stop here and I'll let you go unharmed. But this is your last chance to say 'no', if you say 'yes, please, Alex' then we'll carry on and I won't stop, what ever you say. Now, what's it to be?" Even without the parasite I knew I had no choice. Stopping now would be far crueller than any pain she might inflict -- and she knew it. "Yes, please, Alex, please don't stop." And she didn't. To be fair, she was as skilled with pain as she was with pleasure as, for her, they were one and the same. Indeed, for me the difference was getting blurred. Both were so intense, so direct, so centred on the ever growing crisis within me. In the end I was begging her to go harder, to really make me feel. Her teeth on my nipples, her hand gripped inside my cunt, the simple knowledge that she was pressing all these buttons and there was nothing I could do to stop her, all overwhelmed me, swept me along, higher, deeper, stronger, ever increasing until... "Arrggumphhhh!" I guess she meant it about not disturbing the neighbours because my scream had barely started before she clamped her hand across my mouth, holding it in. But for me the scream that came from my mouth was only a small part of the way my whole body was screaming. Pain and pleasure had become one in an enormous and overwhelming explosion. I fought against the cuffs, tugging and straining and surely, without them, I would have flown away, lifted up, exulted, lost in an ocean of something else, something well beyond the other side of pleasure. Gently, tenderly, Alex held me as I slowly returned to planet earth. She took her hand from my mouth and, as I babbled incoherently, she babied me, soothed me comforted me. At last I came to my senses and I looked up at her, seeing the look of deep satisfaction in her eyes. Parasite Ch. 02 "God, Alex, that was...." "Shut it!" she all but snarled, her soft side slamming shut like a cell door. "Fun time is over. Get yourself dressed. I'll call for a taxi." She unfastened my wrists and walked away, out of the bedroom, leaving me to undo my ankles and put my clothes back on, well, except for my panties of course. Now that the endorphins had gone my nipples throbbed like crazy and my groin was bruised beyond belief. I finished getting dressed and went through to the lounge where she was watching TV. I knew better than to speak to her so I just stood at the doorway, waiting. After five minutes or so her mobile rang and, after she had answered it, she told me that my taxi was waiting outside. I looked at her, I longed to say thanks, to say something, but I guess after what she had done for me I owed her enough to do it her way. Without even saying goodbye I turned and left. On the ride home I felt half naked sitting in the taxi without my panties. Not that you could tell, of course, but that's not the point. The taxi driver wanted to chat but he soon got the message that I wasn't in the mood. I sat in the back, my nipples and groin throbbing from the abuse, and thought over what I had just done. Whilst I had, undoubtedly, fed the beast there were a number of factors that would prevent this becoming a regular occurrence. The biggest, immediate, factor was that I was not sure how much longer I, or my body, could stand the strain. I felt that I needed to recover both from the abuse and from the excess, and there's no other word for it, of sexual excitement. These super orgasms that I was having were all very well but what I really wanted at that point was a day off, an evening to rest and recuperate. But that was only the start of it. If I were to go back to the clubs then I surely couldn't go back to Alex. It was clear from the start that the session with her had been a one off. Now that her prime interest of putting a Jane Hughes shaped notch in her bedpost was accomplished her interest in me would be over. I could, of course, try and make her interested but only by humiliating myself as some sort of needy masochist and was that really what I wanted? And, if not her then whom? Sure, she was not the only predator on the scene but I knew only too well how effective the grapevine can be. While I was sure that Alex was not the type to kiss and tell she didn't need to be. I had been seen leaving the club with her and the way that Sarah had tried to warn me off her showed that her reputation was well known. I might get away with that by playing the naïve card. Poor little ingénue me falling for the biggest stone dyke in the place. However, if I was to return and make a play for any of the others then I could no longer act the innocent. It would only take a couple more times before everyone would know me to be exactly what the parasite had made me, an out and out slut who would let anyone have her. I was still ruminating on all this when the taxi pulled up at my flat so I paid it off, went inside, and took myself off to bed. The next morning, as I was having my shower, my nipples were still more than a little sore. I couldn't help play with them a bit, playing back the proceeding evening's events. Alex had really hurt me but she had been so skilful that it had been one of the most exciting things ever to happen to me. Did I want to do it again? I'm not sure but that didn't stop me from getting off on the memories. 'Is it normal for your species to perform the sex act every on yourself every morning?' 'Normal, no, of course not?' 'Then why do you do it?' 'Because, right at this moment, my life is far from normal. I have a sex obsessed parasite living inside me, in case you haven't noticed.' 'Have I not brought you good things? Have you not achieved more pleasure from copulation than before I came?' 'You've forced me to rape a co-worker and good friend who deserved much better from me. You've forced me to spend the money I was putting aside for my holiday on a call girl and you've forced me to debase myself by behaving like a tart down in Queen Street. Yeah, the orgasms have been something else but if you think you've brought me good things then think again, buster.' There was a silence but I knew it was still there. 'And one more thing, while we're at it,' I continued. 'A girl can only take so much. You've worn me to a frazzle. I need a day off.' 'A day off?' 'Yes. I'm on strike. There will be no sex for you today.' 'May I remind you of the penalties for failure to obey me.' 'You can remind all you want but that doesn't stop the fact that if we keep going at this rate something will break. I'm only made of flesh and blood, you know.' There was a pause. 'But you are performing the sex act on yourself right now,' the parasite objected. 'Yeah, but it wasn't going anywhere. I was just....' I floundered. How could I discuss the difference between a little light reminiscing and full blown sex with something that simply wanted the most powerful orgasms possible? 'Look, you can feel the same things I feel, yes?' I continued. 'That is so.' 'Then feel this.' Gingerly I slipped my fingers between my lower lips and moved them gently around. Unlike the sharp tingles from my nipples this manipulation of my battered flesh was merely painful and in no way erotic. 'How am I supposed to get off on that?' I asked bitterly. 'Believe me, if I even try right now I'll just end up doing more damage. Give me a day off. It will be better that way.' 'And if I give you a day off what will you give me?' 'I'm not sure yet. But if you give me a day off then I'll think of something. Honest I will.' 'Very well. We will talk again later.' And it all went quiet. As the hot water was running out I finished off my shower and got on with the day which, as the day was Saturday, meant lugging all my clothes down to the laundrette and slogging round the shops stocking up on baked beans and frozen meals for one. I finished my shopping and went back to the laundrette to sit and watch my knickers go round as I waited for them to dry. As I sat there, all alone, I could feel a wave of depression start to wash over me. The last few days had been so hectic that I hadn't had time to stop and think and now, now that I had a day off, I didn't really know what to do with it. What's more, looming on the horizon, was the thought that, come the next day, I would have to feed the beast again. I thought about visiting friends but my life had hit some sort of low point. I'd always be welcomed at Kate and Jen's but ever since they had adopted they were so fixated on the little brat that they'd become insufferable. Sam and Marilyn had just moved out to the country so they were no longer part of my circuit and Steve and Dave would want to spend Saturday night out clubbing which was not at all what I wanted. I even considered giving my mum a call but the thought of her fussing round me was more than I could stand. What I needed was a friend, no more, a sympathetic ear, someone to share my troubles with, even if I was going to keep schtum about the main cause of them. And then, as I was grubbing around in my purse looking for yet another pound coin, all my cards fell out and fluttered to the ground. As I was picking them up there was the card that Sarah had given me, the one with her number on it. I'd all but stuffed it back in my purse when I remembered her saying 'You don't have to be in trouble or anything. If you just want a chat, or something.... I'd like that' Call her? Could I? I dithered for ages, simply staring at the number. My natural shyness was battling with the thought that just chatting with her seemed exactly the tonic I was after. The previous night, she'd seemed so friendly. I got out my phone and started punching in the number. "If you fuck this up I'll never have sex ever again. This is my night off, remember," I muttered to myself, or rather the parasite within. "What's that love?" I looked up to see one of the other laundrette customers looking at me. "Oh, sorry! Just talking to myself." Blushing furiously I finished dialling and waited for the ring tone. "Good morning, Melchestershire Constabulary. You're through to Sergeant Collins. How can I help you?" "I'd... I'd like to talk to PC Andrews if I may." "One moment please, I'll just check. Yes, she's in the station. Please hold while I put you through." There was a pause and the inevitable Vivaldi before I heard "Good morning. PC Andrews. How can I help you?" "Sarah, it's me, Jane Hughes." "Jane! Hi! Are you OK? Is this business or pleasure?" "Yes, I'm fine, it's just that... I wondered if... If you're not to busy... maybe we could.... Sorry, I don't know what I was thinking. I should never have phoned you." "Of course you should have phoned me. Now, what was it you were wondering? Whether we could get together. Yes, please! I'd be delighted. Look, I come off shift at four so I'm free after that. What did you have in mind?" "I don't know...." "Well, if you don't know then I do. Let me buy you dinner. Do you know the Italian in Hope Street." "Rico's?" "That's the one. How about I book a table for two for seven o'clock." "But I couldn't possibly...." "Oh yes you could and I won't hear otherwise. Seven o'clock it is then. Look, I'm not supposed to take personal calls on this phone so I'll have to cut you short but I'll see you later, seven o'clock, Rico's, make sure you're there, OK?" "If you're sure?" "I've never been surer." And with that we rang off. I spent the rest of the day in a right tizzie. What on earth had I let myself in for? Sure, I was keen to see Sarah again but it was rank stupidity to agree to do so with the parasite still in residence. For all that it had agreed to let me have a day off I was far from sure I could trust it and it could ruin everything. By mid afternoon I had convinced myself of the stupidity of meeting up and got as far as phoning her again. However, this time, I was informed that she was not in the station and, when asked if I wanted to leave a message I didn't know what to say. And then, come four o'clock, my mobile rang and it was a number I didn't recognise. "Hi, Jane, it's Sarah. I gather you called the station." "Sarah, look, I...." "I do hope you're not getting cold feet. I've already booked the table so now we have to go." "It's just that...." "If you're not ready and waiting at Rico's come seven o'clock then I might have to come round to arrest you for failure to comply with a police officer's instructions." "There's no such law!" "I might have a few problems getting it to stand up in court but that doesn't mean I'm going to take no for an answer. Now, please, are you going to be at Rico's or am I going to have to come and get you?" "If you put it like that then I'll have to be there." "Great. I'm really looking forward to it." So now I had to go. Of course that raised the question of what I was going to wear. Jeans and a tee shirt? Too informal. One of my few dresses? Too femme? Or were they? Actually I had an LBD I'd bought for a wedding that wasn't too far over the top and, well, I wanted to impress, didn't I? When combined with the matching heels it was pretty smart but not too much for Rico's which, when all is said and done, is not exactly Michelin starred. I set off early, anxious to make sure I got there on time and, for once, the buses were running and the traffic in town wasn't too bad and the long and the short of it is that I was standing outside Rico's looking like clown by quarter to seven. I felt open and exposed and I was shaking with nerves. Why on earth had I phoned her in the first place? Why had I been so stupid as to agree to this meeting and, having agreed, why had I dressed myself up like some sort of streetwalker, tottering around in my short skirt and high heels. "Wow! Look at you! You look perfect. That dress really suits you. I hope I haven't kept you waiting long. Shall we go inside?" And there was Sarah in a really smart trouser suit looking just so. She gave me a great big beaming smile, took my arm and led me inside, holding open the door for me as we went. Rico obviously knew her because she was greeted like an old friend and we were led to a table and handed menus. "I bet you take all your conquests here," I joked. "Except for the ones I have to arrest." "So, what do you recommend?" And she was everything I wanted. In date terms she was attentive and caring and she made me feel like a million dollars but, more importantly, despite some initial nerves, she was really easy to talk to. I told her all about myself, what little there is to tell, and she listened as if my petty little life were the most interesting thing ever. In return she told me her story along with some amusing anecdotes from her life as a copper. I guess the food must have been good but I hardly noticed and, before I knew it, we were supping espressos. "I think it's time I got the bill," Sarah said after a while. "Let me go half." "Certainly not! This is my treat, has been from the start. This one's on me. Next time, well, we can argue about that one when the time comes." "So there'll be a next time?" "Well, I've had a lot of fun." "So have I. Seriously, Sarah, I haven't had such a good time in ages." "That's because you've never had me looking after you. Ah, Rico, can I have the bill please and could you call us a taxi." We snuggled together in the back seat of the taxi and, as luck would have it, my place was closer so we headed there first. It seemed barely moments before we were drawing up outside. I'd had a lovely evening and it was far too soon to end it. We hadn't even kissed. Letting her go now would be a tragedy. "Would... would you like to come in for coffee?" I fell back on the oldest line in the book. We both knew exactly what I meant by 'coffee'. "Thank you, I'd love that." Sarah paid off the taxi and, together, we made our way up to my tiny bedsit. As soon as I opened the door I was horrified by the mess I had left behind but I guess Sarah was too busy to notice as she grabbed me, swung me round into her arms and kissed me long and hard. Oh, yes! Oh, Sarah! Oh, please! I felt my knees buckle but that didn't matter, I was safely held with her big strong arms around me. If she wanted to take me then I was more than ready to surrender. Oh, please, Sarah, take me, take me! I felt her walk me backwards until the edge of my bed was against the back of my knees. Firmly but gently she laid me down and, firmly but gently, came down with me never, for one moment, breaking the kiss. Her hands reached round behind me for the zipper of my dress and mine reached for the buttons of her shirt. We both knew what we wanted and there were far too many clothes in the way. With a certain amount of tugging she had my dress off my shoulders and down to my waist. My bra quickly followed and, as she tossed it aside, she propped herself up and looked down at me. "God, you're gorgeous." "Why thank you." There can't be many things better than being told that you're gorgeous by the woman of your dreams. I was hers to do with as she wished. She reached for where my dress was bunched around my waist and, together, we pushed it down and off. I hadn't worn tights, I hate the things, so now all that was left was my panties. She gave me a big, beaming and ever so sexy smile and reached for those as well. As she tossed them to the floor she sat on the bed beside me and looked me over. "Do you like what you see?" "Oh, yes!" She leant forward and gently kissed my right nipple. It felt fantastic, it felt too fantastic. I felt the passion surge inside me and I felt that tingly sensation running up, from my groin straight to my nipple. Sarah must have felt it too. She stopped kissing for a moment, gave me a quizzical look and started back with a passion. The tingles went up to the full two hundred and forty volts. I had been having such a wonderful evening that I had let all my troubles fade into the background and now it seemed they were back with a vengeance. I should have know it wouldn't be able to resist. "Oh, no!" I groaned. "What?" Well, actually it was more like a 'mwah?' as Sarah didn't for one moment stop kissing my nipple. I thought hard and fast. A combination of Sarah and the parasite meant that I was as horny as hell and I knew that all I had to do was continue and, before long, I would be having another one of those orgasms. On the other hand, and this is a little hard to explain, I wanted to make love to Sarah, not be fucked by her. I wanted to feel our souls meet, not rut senselessly for the enjoyment of some alien being. "Please... please stop." I could sense the immense reluctance as Sarah stopped kissing my nipple and pushed herself up off me. It says so much about her that she was able to. "What's up?" she asked, her face full of concern. "I... can't explain but I think you should go." "Go! Why? Please, Jane, what's wrong." She reached out her hand and as she brushed the side of my face I felt the tingly thing but this time at full blast. I felt the need in me like never before. "What's going on?" Sarah asked, pulling her hand away. "When I touch you.... How do you do that?" "I really can't explain. Please, Sarah, just go before..." "Before what? Jane, you need to talk to me." "No, no, I don't. I need you to go. Please, Sarah, trust me." 'Do NOT let this woman leave!' the parasite snarled as Sarah, visibly reluctant, got off the bed and started buttoning her blouse. 'No!' I snarled back. 'I'm not letting you ruin it with her. She's too important.' 'If you don't call her back I'll hurt you. You know I can.' The shaft of pain through my belly had me doubled up and screaming in pain. Sarah, seeing this came straight back to the bed and held me. "What the hell is going on? I can't leave you like this. I won't leave you like this." "It's only hurting me to make you stay. If you go it will stop." "Who's hurting you? What will stop? What the fuck, Jane, talk to me. I can't leave knowing that you're in so much agony." The parasite, seeing that hurting me had called Sarah back gave me another shaft of pain. As I screamed once more and clenched my fists into my stomach, Sarah cuddled me in her arms. It would have been so easy, so very easy to surrender. If I just stopped fighting it I would stop hurting and Sarah and I could.... But I didn't want it to be like that. I wanted it pure, not polluted. I just knew that, once I let the parasite get involved then whatever Sarah and I had would be lost. "Go, please, Sarah, just go," I gasped between clenched teeth. "If you really insist..." Slowly, reluctantly, and never once turning away from me, Sarah got back to her feet. The parasite gave me yet another jolt and I could see how torn Sarah was. "Go!" I sobbed. "Please!" "This is wrong. I don't know what's up with you, Jane, but this is wrong. Why won't you let me help? Why?" And then it was as if Sarah had been poleaxed. Her face took on look of intense surprise, she seemed to be fighting something and then she dropped to her knees and fell forward onto all fours. Immediately the parasite stopped hurting me and I rolled to the side of the bed so I could watch what was happening to Sarah. She was down on al fours and shaking like a leaf. "What the fuck is going on?" Sarah managed to gasp. "I don't know. Please tell me it hasn't infected you as well." Parasite Ch. 02 "Infected... Jane... what... is... oh my god, oh, please...." She curled up into a ball, clutching her stomach. And then... and then... She uncurled and got back on all fours. She looked up at me, or rather something looked up at me because, whatever was behind those eyes, it wasn't Sarah any more. "Did you think I would not find you?" she hissed, or rather something did. The voice was coming out of Sarah's mouth but it wasn't Sarah, not Sarah at all. "Did you think there was anywhere in the universe you could run to where I would not track you down." Sarah, or rather not-Sarah, got to her feet and stood over where I lay on the bed. "You could never hide from me. The stench of your evil is too strong to disguise." "Even this short space of freedom is better than no freedom at all," I heard myself replying. "Can I tempt you to come and join me before we leave? I have tried and tasted many life forms but few have the pleasure urge as strong as this one. Come, play awhile, I can assure you that you won't regret it." "Play? With you? You think I'd be fool enough to fall for that trick twice. I remember back in.... OK, that was fun but you know that it is against the rules. We are not supposed to let the host species become aware of our presence. Now come. It is time I took you back." Sarah, or whatever was controlling Sarah, leant down and pinned my shoulders to the bed. The parasite within me made me fight back but Sarah, or rather her parasite, was too strong. Her face bent down and, at first, I thought she was going to kiss me. However, when our mouths met I felt the strangest sensation, a sensation I can only describe as having the life sucked out of me. I tried to fight it but I couldn't. I was getting dizzy; it all went dark, it all... went dark. ... "Jane, Jane, can you hear me, Jane?" I sort of ached all over. There was nothing specific, no one particular hurt, but I felt like I had done twelve rounds with Mike Tyson. As I came too I realised I was tucked up under the duvet and Sarah was leaning over me, a look of pure concern on her face. "Hi." "Hi there. How are you feeling? You've only been out for a couple of minutes. I was going to call an ambulance but I wasn't sure what I would tell them." "Has it gone?" "As far as I can tell. I don't suppose you'd like to tell me what 'it' was." "I'm not sure I can. Sarah, can I ask you a great big favour?" "Of course." "What I really need now is not to talk about it. I will, one day, I promise but, right now...." I looked at her and I felt a need that had absolutely nothing to do with anything the parasite understood. "Do you think we could go back to the bit where you were kissing me?" And so we did. Six months later: "How do you fancy a June wedding," Sarah said, half joking and half very serious. "Sounds fine by me." I lay back and relaxed as, in our post coital bliss, she trailed the tips of her fingers across my tummy. "There is one thing though. I know I bang on about it but I just wish... I just wish you'd tell me. I know you don't like to talk about it but I'd love to know. After all, it's what got us together in the first place." "It was awful. It made me do awful things and, anyway, no one would believe me." "I'd believe you." "Yeah, but you were part of it. A good part, but you, at least, felt something of what I felt." "So why won't you tell me?" "I just don't want to talk about it." "Maybe if you wrote it down." So I did -- and this is for Sarah.