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Trinity Ch. 01

By: Castis



Trinity: Part I - The Husband

O  Rose thou art sick!
Th' invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark, secret love
Does thy life destroy.

From Songs of Experience (1974) by William Blake (1757-1827).


 Why is it some of us knowingly walk hand in hand towards a precipice - then just step off the edge? Forthose of us that do, dark forces drive our sexuality. I know these forces lie deep in the unconscious - our very own 'Monsters of the Id' - but knowing and feeling are not the same thing. The web of names and events woven through these stories is strange and uncanny. It was woven by that worm flying in the storm at the core of the heart.

I'd had a number of affairs before I got married, but my sex life had begun badly. I had been very much in love with my first girlfriend whom I'd met in London. We dated for over a year without having sex - we were both virgins - but planned to get married. Then she met this older guy, one who had a notorious reputation in our circle for sexual conquests and 'bed-notching '. She told me she was attracted to him, but I didn't take this too seriously. We often joked about other people we fancied, and after all, hadn't we made a commitment? Then when I came back to London after staying home for the Christmas vacation, she told me she had lost her virginity to him while I was away. My heart thumped, I was dizzy with shock. She was extremely unhappy - it had been a violent and distressing encounter. Without thinking, she insisted on giving me a graphic description. She told me it had been a terrible mistake, that she still loved me and wanted to marry me. But although she later initiated me into sex, I just couldn't live with what had happened. We broke up about six months later. 

I went 'wild' for a time, seeking to get laid as often as I could. Being bisexual, I had various encounters with both men and women. But I had become destructive of relationships, carefully manipulating an eventual break-up. I'd now become extremely jealous if a girlfriend had had previous lovers, but was secretive about this jealousy, trying to deal with it by turning it into a form of sexual masochism. The very pain of hearing details about a previous encounter would sexually excite me. I once broke up a marriage by sleeping with a girl who afterwards remained my partner for two years. The husband's name was Robin. I threw this girl over when I met Ela. Ela was different. No more shit, I decided. I really wanted to start everything afresh with her. 

I met her at a New Year's party in a town in Eastern Europe where we were students together. We got married within six months of our first date. She was very tall, with long blonde hair and pale lucid skin. Her hands and feet were long and delicately boned. Her face was handsome rather than 'classically' beautiful - that of a typical Slavic blonde. Two faint curving lines on either side of her full rich lips gave her a somewhat prim, almost severe look at first meeting until you found out they were really the contours of a wide, cheeky smile. It was her eyes above all that hooked me completely. They were a deep crystal blue, fascinating, striking - with a very intense and direct gaze. I always felt that behind those eyes lay something dormant, secret, something powerful waiting to emerge.

We first made love a month after we met, in a remote village on the banks of a tributary of the Danube, deep in the Carpathian Mountains. We planned it this way. We loved these mountains and actually chose the village for its very remoteness - to be alone together, as far away as possible from our sexually-incestuous circle of friends. She was very nervous and tense that night and it took some time to calm her down. I wasn't sure what she was afraid of, and somehow didn't want to ask her if she was still a virgin. I was desperate to have sex with her. 

We finally stripped together. She revealed a terrific body - full breasts with large dark nipples, high, slightly broad, curving hips and a prominent pubic arch. Her buttocks were smooth and round and she had long, slender legs. She lay down on the bed looking at me intensely, her lips slightly apart. I eased myself between those long legs and lay on top of her. We kissed deeply, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. She tasted delicious; I felt intoxicated by the smell of her skin, of her breath, by the firm, warm feel of that gorgeous body finally pressing against mine. I guided my cock to her vagina and brushed it against her pubic hair. She was breathing heavily, looking straight into my eyes. Then I gently eased my cock between the lips of her vagina and pressed. She gasped and gripped my back tightly as I entered her. Her eyes widened and her mouth was open as if in surprise. She was very tight inside. I grasped her gracefully curving back firmly in my arms and we began to move gently back and forth together, looking into each other's eyes. I was so excited by the feel of her I just couldn't hold back. I thrust in deeper and came at once, my cock throbbing powerfully, the blood hammering in my head for what seemed ages as I felt myself drown in those gorgeous eyes. Our tongues melted together in a long kiss. I'd never felt anything like it.

This was the beginning. After this first time her nerves seemed to vanish and she responded more and more urgently every time we had sex. We became addicted to each other's bodies. Nevertheless, she always seemed to be holding something back, keeping something in reserve. I longed to bring out whatever it was that lay inside her. I was crazy about her.

She'd never experienced orgasm before she met me, and it was a while before she actually 'came'. The first time was when I stimulated her clit while we were having sex in a hotel room. She went wild and yelled - I think the whole city knew what we were doing. After that she would often come to orgasm, but only if I'd stimulated her clit for some time. I would bring her to climax first, then follow. I always hoped we could 'come' together, but I never seemed to get my timing right. She was always noisy during orgasm - which I liked, since I was the same. We never really got into oral sex. I would often kiss and lick her clit and vagina; she would suck my cock - but never to orgasm. It was always just part of foreplay. So by all standards, our sex life remained rather conservative. We had fantasies of course - but as we shall see, these eventually took us in rather kinky directions. Like me, she had been brought up a strict Catholic. This probably says a great deal about both of us. 

I was nervous about asking her if she'd had any previous experiences, but finally screwed up my courage. Yes, she had been to bed with a couple of guys before she'd met me. Needless to say, I felt extremely jealous and pressed her for details about these encounters. She found this a bit weird, but seeing that I seemed to enjoy it, she complied. I sensed she began to enjoy doing this, since she soon got very good at describing sex, always lacing her descriptions with raunchy humor. 

We began to develop what we called our 'teasing games' in which we would excite one another by describing our fantasies in detail. Ela had a fantasy of being a street hooker for a night in some big city, of getting laid by a series of complete strangers, preferably older men. She also told me how she was intensely turned on by what she called 'rascals' - studs who seduced loads of women and abandoned them. She said that getting laid by a guy like this somehow bound her with the many unknown women, past and present, whom he'd fucked - and that this excited her. She then revealed that she had deliberately lost her virginity to exactly this type of guy, but it had been an unexpectedly painful and distressing experience. I felt deeply hurt of course, and began to dig for details. Bit by bit, she revealed more. At one point we visited the city where she had been at the time and she actually showed me the window of the room where it happened. That really got to me and for some time after that I didn't press her any more on this issue.

We traveled widely, having sex as often as we could outdoors in the forests and mountains of Central and Eastern Europe. We loved the feeling of leaves and wind caressing our naked skin, of our bare feet sharing the cool, moist earth or smooth floors of stone. We would often take photographs of each other naked. Then once, we copulated beneath the shadow of a ruined castle at twilight. It had a dark, sinister history. When we had finished, I stood up. The ruin somehow drew my gaze. The sun was setting behind it and it looked like a line of black, jagged teeth against the sky. Veiled crimson light poured through a single gaping window. A wolf howled in the distance, and I felt a twinge of unease, for no reason I could think of - I'm not superstitious and I really love wolves. I looked back down at Ela. A large full moon was rising as she lay there, her long pale body stretched out in the black grass, her legs apart. Her nipples stood out black against her white skin, which still glistened with sweat. Her eyes appeared strangely dark and glittered as she looked back at me. 

Some time later we made love in a field at night, rolling about together in the long grass. Afterwards, I looked up and saw the shining, crystal tower of a nearby hotel - the Holiday Inn - standing out solitary and alone against the dark night. As I watched it, a sudden, unexpectedly cold gust of wind made my bare skin shiver and I was gripped by a strange, crawling premonition - that one day I would lose her among the glittering towers and endless corridors of some great North American city. Over the next couple of years I forgot about these premonitions entirely.

It was when we returned to the UK that I began fantasizing about watching Ela being fucked by another guy. I don't know if I'm what you'd call a 'fetishist', but I do have a certain 'thing' about bare feet touching during sex. I used to imagine she was having a secret affair, and visualized her getting laid in the front of some guy's car. It was raining heavily, the windows were steamed up and their bare feet rubbed together below the dashboard as his large, hairy, muscular body pounded her pale delicate body against the seat, his heavy buttocks pumping up and down between her white thighs. She cried as he stiffened and thrust his thick, stubby cock deep into her, ejaculating into her womb. 

We left Europe and settled in a major North American city. We were both postgraduate students, living in student accommodation - a small apartment in a high-rise near the university. I was 32, she was 28. Our teasing games continued and I began probing for more details about her first sexual experience. She complied this time, and gave me a very graphic account. This hurt me very much, but being the masochist I am (and not bad at illustrating), I tried to 'use' the hurt by drawing a detailed picture of Ela losing her virginity to this guy based on all the details she had told me. The picture was drawn from the foot of the bed, with their four bare feet pointing towards the viewer. Lines drawn above his buttocks to show them pumping up and down. I showed it to her. She found this outrageously funny and laughed, but told me I'd done a pretty good job on the details. We then stripped and lay on the bed while she jerked me off, telling me all about the encounter as we looked at the picture together. The mixture of orgasm and pain was exquisite. I pressed her to develop the hooker fantasy, and from time to time she would slowly jerk me off with her bare feet as she described it to me. Sometimes we would imagine we'd agreed to rent her out for the night to some rich, oversexed millionaire, and that part of the deal would be that their encounter would be filmed on video - for my benefit afterwards.

But as time went on I got an ever stronger desire to see the 'real thing - actually to see her get laid by another guy. I was sure there was something I was missing out on. Would she behave differently with someone else? That hidden part of her - that continued reserve - intrigued me more and more. I was sure the secret lay there. I began talking to her seriously about trying a threesome with another guy. She seemed reluctant at first. The 'teasing' had just been a game, she said, but this was far more serious. But then the idea of having two men together gradually began to turn her on and she finally became excited by the idea. Half in fun, we began hunting. We almost got there with two of my male friends, but Ela always backed out at the last minute. When it finally happened, it was totally unexpected.

It was the last week in November during our second year. At that time Ela was working part-time in the shop down in the street just beside the high-rise we lived in. Here she'd met a guy called Robin, a regular customer at the shop. He was of Native American descent, tall and lean, with a rugged, brown complexion. He had very dark, piercing eyes and straight black hair. He was a year older than I. She introduced me to him and just for a laugh, we went to one of the strip clubs on the High Street. Then we went for a drink. When the conversation turned to sex (as it had to, eventually) he started boasting about his many conquests, some of which he claimed were strippers we'd just seen. I could see he fancied Ela. They were flirting playfully in the pub, paying no attention to me. This excited me - she seemed to have abandoned her reserve for now. The truth was, she fancied him too and when we played our teasing games later that night, she told me about it. Their mutual attraction had started when they'd first met in the shop the previous week. He'd lightly caressed her hand when she was giving him change. Their eyes had met and she'd suddenly felt dizzy just looking at him and feeling him touch her. She told me how his fingers had gently roamed over her hand, and how she'd a sudden surge of lust and a wetness in her crotch. He excited her even more when he boasted of being a 'stud'.

"I like him," she said, snuggling into me in bed and smiling, her voice deep and throaty. "He's such a stud. He turns me on."

"How does he turn you on?" I guided her hand to my cock.

She began massaging it gently. It promptly stiffened.

"Would you like to know something?" she said, grasping it tightly and moving her hand up and down.

"What?"

"I'd like to have him here in bed with us." Her voice was rising steadily and her tempo quickened. "I'd really like him to bang me, to give it to me good and hard while you watch. I bet he has one hell of a cock." 

"I want him to impale me on that cock - and I want it to hurt," she declared emphatically.

I told her I could see a lean, brown body between her long, slender legs, a brown chest pressing down on her pale breasts, her bare white feet rubbing against his. He was thrusting deeply and powerfully, and she was crying. 

She squeezed my cock even tighter and began a series of slow firm strokes. 

"Yes! I am! Oh God - It hurts! He's thrusting into me - like this - like this - and like this," she moaned lasciviously. I gasped and spurted. She burst into a massive fit of giggles. She was completely helpless for several moments. 

"Oh you're so funny, darling," she blurted amid tears of laughter. Then seeing my pained expression, she sobered up, raised herself on one elbow and looked straight into my eyes.

"Hey, come on you silly man - I was only joking. It could never happen, you know that. You know I only love you." She rolled over on top of me and pinned me down with a long, deep lingering kiss, her tongue almost down my throat, her golden hair falling over my face.

The next evening, Robin and I went for a drink on our own. As we steadily got more and more drunk, he began asking me about Ela - where we had met, what she was like in bed and so on. Then he suddenly blurted out that Ela was his greatest fantasy. He'd actually never yet screwed a gorgeous East European blonde of Ela's type and told me he'd jerked off thinking about her luscious white body spread naked, pinned down on his bed by his 'thick, pulsing rod'. I was startled.

"I hope you don't mind," he said, fixing me with his eyes of black stone. "I only meant it as a compliment - to both of you."

"That's OK…er…thanks," I replied.

"I just wanted you to know you've got one hell of a sexy wife," he added, clapping me on the back as we parted. "You're a lucky guy."

It was Friday night of that week. As soon as I came back home from the computer lab where I had been working, I sensed that something was up. Ela appeared tense and restless. She was pacing about the room with a drink in her hand and smoking, wearing tight blue jeans, a T-shirt and no bra. Her nipples stood erect through the thin fabric and she was barefoot. She'd let down her hair and her eyes were glistening. She wore mascara and lipstick. She looked terrific, but all this was totally unlike her - she never dressed like this at home. What on earth was going on?

"Hey, guess what?" she said, looking away from me. "I've invited Robin up here for a drink. He'll be here any minute." My bowels, as the saying goes, turned to water. I was quite unprepared for this.

"You mean he's actually coming up here?" I asked, breathless. 

"I don't know about 'coming' just yet - take it easy!" she laughed.

That hit me. "What? You mean you've actually mentioned the idea of a threesome with us?" 

"Sure," she replied. I was staggered. I'd no idea things had gone this far between them.

"Do you think he might be up for it?" I asked, my heart thumping. 

"Hey look, don't push things," she replied, "Let's just see how it goes, OK?" 

We had a couple more vodkas to steady our nerves. Robin turned up around 7 p.m. He was wearing a black leather jacket, a crimson, open-necked shirt and blue jeans. He'd brought a couple of bottles. 

"Hi guys," he said, "how's it going?" 

"Great," Ela replied. "Hey man, come over here and see some fun."

He hung up the jacket and kicked his boots off. We poured him a drink, lit a joint and drew him over to the window. There was another high-rise facing ours, standing close enough for everyone to see into each other's apartments. Many of the neighbors used to leave their curtains wide open on purpose when they were having all kinds of sex. Many in our block did the same thing. It was like an exhibitionist's and voyeur's paradise, a kind of great mutual 'orgy-at-a-distance in which everyone participated. Binoculars and telescopes were everywhere - we had a pair of binoculars and would use them from time to time. The trouble was, you'd often gaze into another window and see another pair of binoculars or a telescope staring right back at you. 

Ela hadn't been keen on taking part in this, however. She'd have fun with me watching the others, but she insisted on drawing the curtains when we were having sex.

Ela now sat between Robin and me by the window. We drank cold vodka, ate some snacks Ela had prepared, and shared a joint while watching the various sexy goings-on in the other block. The three of us took turns with the binoculars watching two couples together on a bed having a foursome. We were fascinated. It was pretty hot stuff and we giggled as we fought playfully over whose turn it was next with the binoculars. As we watched the two couples exchange partners, our three bodies drew closer together. After a while the two couples seemed to be taking a break, lying on the bed together and talking, a tangle of eight bare feet facing the window.

"Would you like to see some pictures we took of ourselves?" I asked Robin. 

"Sure" he replied. 

I went and dug out our homemade erotica from the back room, and showed him our photos, first the ones that had been taken outdoors, mostly of Ela, some of myself, naked in the woods. We showed him the series done in the Transylvanian Alps with Ela naked in various poses, lying or sitting, the soft curves of her slender, pale body standing out against harsh rocky crags or the dark ruins of castles. We also showed him another series taken indoors. He was fascinated by the studies of Ela lying stretched out naked on the bed or on the floor, legs apart, lips open, expectant, her intense eyes challenging the camera. 


Trinity Ch. 01



"You know, I've got to admit, I sort of imagined you like this," he told Ela, "hey, you guys are getting me all hot - my rod's so stiff it hurts." He was breathing heavily. 

We then showed him photos of ourselves having sex, with the camera on a timer. One showed our four bare feet facing the camera, some time as we reached our respective orgasms.

"Wow, just imagine a third pair of feet in there," said Robin, giggling. 

There was a sudden tense silence lasting several moments. No one spoke. The tension grew unbearable.

Then Ela suddenly burst into tears. 

"I want two men together…" she sobbed in a low voice, looking away from us. I turned to Robin. He grinned. 

"OK, let's do it" he agreed. "I'll just go take a shower". He went off to the bathroom. 

My heart was thumping crazily, a mixture of exultation and panic. God! It was actually happening! Ela and I stood up and looked at each other. She wasn't crying now, but regarding me with a curiously mocking expression. Her eyes shone and she gave a faint, seductive smile. She seemed excited.

"He knows what he's doing all right - I sure hope you do," she said. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

No, I wasn't. I hesitated, but then promptly stepped off the precipice. "Er…yes, yes…let's go join him in the shower" I proposed. 

So we stripped together, my heart still thumping. Both stark naked, we went off to the bathroom with Ela leading the way. As we marched down the corridor together, I watched the sway of her hips, the rhythmic movement of her buttocks, the flex of her shoulder blades, her golden hair tumbling over her slender back and shoulders. 

Robin had already stripped and was in the shower. He drew back the curtain as we entered. His body was smooth, brown, lean and muscular. He was well hung all right. At the sight of Ela, his cock shot up in three pumps and stood up stiff and quivering, almost vertical, a blood-gorged pole of muscle. We got in with him. We were three in the shower, Ela on my left and Robin on my right. It was fantastic. The feeling of our warm, slippery bodies together intoxicated me, as did the sight of our six bare feet in contact. We caressed and kissed each other alternately. I began to jerk Robin off, then slithered down between their bodies and sucked his cock vigorously. His huge mushroom filled my mouth - I tickled the tip with my tongue, tasting the salty tang of 'pre-come', but he kept himself well under control - I sensed he was saving himself for what was to follow. I then licked and sucked Ela's vagina and clit, then sucked both Robin and Ela alternately, mixing their juices together with my tongue. Finally, I got up and clutched them both to me tightly in sheer excitement. We heaved up and down as one body for a moment - then suddenly, helplessly, I shot my load, giggling hysterically, sliding up and down their bodies, my sperm squirting out, dribbling down our bodies and dripping onto our bare feet. They were looking at me curiously, as if worried by my hysteria. We washed ourselves and got out of the shower.

Robin and I gently dried Ela together then slowly dried each other while Ela gave herself a quick blow-dry and carefully reapplied her make-up - something she'd never done before sex. All this time his cock remained stiff as a poker. We then marched back towards the main room where the bed was, Robin, then Ela then me, the three of us marching in step, close behind each other. I was really beginning to 'chicken out' - in fact, I felt close to panic. Where was going to happen? Was I going to let my wife be violated? But what could I do to stop it now? 

The curtains in the main room were wide open as usual, letting our randy neighbors see everything. I went to draw them. 

"Leave 'em open," Ela said sharply. 

She turned round and playfully threw herself down on the bed, spreading her legs just like in the photos. Robin looked at me expectantly. 

"Go ahead," I mumbled, "you're the guest". 

I felt paralyzed, terrified of what was 'coming' next, but incapable of preventing it. He lay down beside her and ran his hands up and down her body, firmly massaging her hips, licking her breasts, then driving his tongue into her navel. She squealed and giggled. His long, thick cock still jutted out like a flagpole. She was looking down at him, her lips apart, her eyes wide open in that expectant, challenging look she always had before sex. 

Then suddenly, it happened. He eased himself between her legs, and with a deft movement, pulled back and smoothly slipped his swollen cock deep into her vagina without using his hand. Ela gasped as she felt him penetrate her, digging her fingers tightly into his back. It was too late now. Their lips met briefly and I thought he whispered something to her. Then I looked on helplessly as he grasped her buttocks and began thrusting deeply and powerfully, once, twice - three - four times. Ela rocked back and forth with the force of his thrusts, lips apart, her eyes wide open and fixed on his, her gasps turning to cries and growing louder with each thrust while I stood, totally transfixed by the sight of their naked bodies, brown on white, moving together in a steady, powerful rhythm, and by the very sight I had wanted to see for so long - Ela's bare feet rubbing against those of another man. Then to my horror, his taut brown buttocks suddenly began pumping up and down vigorously between her white thighs, her cries intensified, then she gave a loud yell and tightly clutched his brown back as he stiffened and thrust in deep, held, then thrust again and held. They'd both come together. They kissed deeply, moaning into each other's throats, clinging tightly and rocking back and forth as one body. It was done. Then suddenly Robin began pumping vigorously again, stiffened, thrust, and came a second time, groaning loudly, intensifying and prolonging her orgasm. She gave a long, loud cry and burst into hysterical tears, rubbing his legs and bare feet with hers. All of this had happened in the space of about two minutes. I'd never seen her come like that - and both of them together on their first time! I was exulted, thrilled, devastated.

They continued rocking back and forth together for almost another minute, still moaning. Then finally, he gently withdrew. Ela gave a deep sigh as he eased himself off her. Now it was my turn. Robin went to sit on the couch as I moved towards Ela. She was breathing heavily, her body sweating, her legs apart and slightly raised, her feet pointing towards me resting on the heels, her moist pink vagina wide open, still dripping with sperm. Her eyes were fixed on me as if to say "well, come on then, it's your turn, you finally got what you wanted - so how was it?" I advanced between her legs, massaged her hips, then kissed her belly, which was slick with sweat. She smelled heavily of sex. I moved down, kissed her now-prominent clit and licked her vagina, tasting Robin's sperm. As I lay down between her legs, Robin began to jerk off. 

"There's nothing like watching another couple doing it," he said. 

"Hey, come over here man, I want the two of you together," I replied. I wanted to experience the fusion of our three bodies. He did so. 

My cock slipped easily into Ela's vagina. It was wide and slippery from their recent encounter. Kissing them both alternately and clutching them tightly, I entangled our six bare feet firmly together, pumped up and down and quickly came, feeling our bodies melt into one, my cock throbbing, my sperm mingling and fusing with Robin's. I don't know if Ela came again.

That was the beginning of a wild night. Ela selected a series of pungent, heavy metal tapes - something she'd also never done before - then fuelled by vodka and pot, we went completely nuts, exploring the multiple geometries of our carnal trinity, our body fluids mixing and mingling within the matrix of our shared flesh. I remember Robin and Ela doing it several times, in particular one great long sigh she gave as they came together, their bodies pressed against the wall, her bare feet running slowly down his legs. 

At one point I lay half on top of them as they were going at it full tilt, tangling my feet with theirs, wedging my cock between their thighs and moving my body in rhythm with Robin's thrusts. One arm was under Ela, while with my other hand I carefully explored their genitals as they copulated. My fingers caressed Robin's anus and balls, then felt the tight moist ring of Ela's vagina squeezing his thick cock and the smoothness of that slick, hard pole as it slid rhythmically back and forth. As I felt Robin accelerate and stiffen and heard Ela's orgasmic cry, I also came, cupping Robin's balls in my hand and gently squeezing them in time with the throb of his ejaculation, my heart thudding and the blood pounding in my head as I sought to intensify his orgasm, helping him penetrate her deeper and inject more sperm into her. 

I remember Ela sitting astride him, impaled on his cock, wildly bucking up and down like a jockey in time to the pulsing beat, her slender back arching, breasts bouncing, her hair tossing back and forth, yelling as she came to climax - Christ! I'd never even imagined her like that! 

Another time the three of us were stacked one on top of the other - I lay with Ela on top of me as Robin entered her, my cock between his thighs, Ela clutched his back while I grasped his smooth, brown buttocks.It was as if Robin was fucking both of us at once. I squeezed their bare feet between mine and Robin kissed us alternately as our three bodies oscillated. We melted into one body with six feet.

I remember glancing out of the window at one point and seeing figures clustered at several windows of the other high-rise, watching. We were the entertainers now. I wondered if there were any zoom lens cameras out there. Later, they both knelt over me - Robin astride my neck and shoulders, Ela astride my hips. I vigorously sucked Robin's cock while Ela took mine deep into her vagina. They pumped up and down together like a pair of jockeys near the finishing line. As I came, I also felt the throb of Robin's cock and the gush of warm, salty sperm in my mouth. I urgently gulped down that cream that had become such an intimate part of my wife, now making it part of myself as well. But for all this, Ela still hung back from giving either of us a full blowjob. When we weren't fucking or changing tapes we took a break, sitting in a tangle on the bed, talking, drinking and smoking. 

"This is much better than just partying" Robin said. Ela and I agreed. 

"It's what good friends should do more often," I said.

"Ela laughed. "I don't know about you two but great sex makes me ravenous. I'll fix us something to eat."

Robin turned to me as she went into the kitchen. "I thought so before, now I can tell you for sure - your wife - she's one hell of a sexy chick," he said.

We had some steak tartar with raw egg, plus more vodka. Then in a sudden burst of orgiastic passion we all clutched each other tightly and rolled back and forth over the bed, clinging desperately - one three-headed, six-legged body. The room was saturated with the smell of our combined bodies. I didn't care about anything now - Ela and I had gone irrevocably down the dark path and over the precipice. Nothing, it seemed, mattered anymore. We were the unholy trinity - three persons in one flesh! Quite literally shagged out, we finally drifted off to sleep.

A pale Saturday morning. I awoke, looked to one side and saw three heads together. What the hell was going on? Lifting my head, I was amazed to see pale white breasts wedged between two male chests, a triple set of pubic hair, a long tangle of legs and finally - a row of six bare feet at the bottom of the bed, pointing towards the ceiling. I was mesmerized by them. What had happened? Then, in a thrill of pain and exhilaration it all came back to me - the tumbling, entangled bodies, the mass of fused flesh, legs, feet, arms, heads, the pumping, driving and bucking, flying hair and the thumping crash of heavy rock, Ela's eyes and mouth wide open in orgasmic fury. 

They slowly awoke. We gently kissed each other, as if affirming what we'd done, then promptly began drinking again. It was about 8 a.m. We'd run out of cigarettes, so I offered to go buy some more. 

"Sure," said Robin indifferently. He and Ela were looking at each other. They began caressing gently and kissing.

"Hey, don't you two start fooling around till I get back" I told them, joking. They looked at me and grinned. 

I went and got the cigarettes, down there in the very shop where they'd first met, my heart beating again in anticipation, my cock almost bursting out of my pants. I was terrified they were doing it now, when I was out. When I entered the room they were lying together whispering, running their hands over each other's bodies and breathing heavily. Robin's cock jutted out, stiff and hard. I jokingly played the role of the jealous husband returning unexpectedly. They grinned, looking at me in anticipation. Thankful they hadn't done it yet (for all I knew), I stripped in a hurry. I'd brought Robin's clothes back from the shower and now all our clothes lay in a heap together on one of the chairs. 

"OK if your wife and I do it now?" Robin drawled, looking straight at me. "There's nothing quite like a first-thing-in-the-morning fuck." 

They were clearly at the pitch of excitement and very impatient. I nodded, extremely tense, my cock rigid and quivering. He eased himself between Ela's legs and entered her smoothly. They began rocking back and forth together again, grunting and gasping - but taking their time now, prolonging the ecstasy they felt approaching. I moved to the bottom of the bed. It was now time to do something I had always fantasized about doing, but somehow couldn't do explicitly the previous night. I did it now. 

First I knelt down and drew their feet together as they moved in rhythm, licking and kissing their toes and soles. Then I stood up and there, in a delicious mixture of agony and exultation, standing stark naked at the foot of the bed with feet apart, knees bent and pelvis thrust forward, I jerked off against another man's bare feet as he fucked my wife, vigorously rubbing my moist, stiff cock against the ribbed soles of Robin's feet, faster and faster in time with his pumping thrusts. As they came together again, groaning loudly, so did I, with tears in my eyes as I ejaculated over their feet, my sperm squirting over their toes and soles, dribbling down their heels and ankles. My heart thumped, the blood pounded in my head and I toppled forward onto their combined bodies. We clung together and rocked gently for several moments. After a while, with the image of their feet fresh in my mind, my cock stiffened between Robin's buttocks, the tip rubbing against his balls. Robin gently withdrew and eased himself to one side and I entered Ela's moist, open gateway. I clutched them both tightly and began thrusting powerfully. I came, and we merged yet again, our sweaty, slippery bodies moving in a slow circle. After a while we disentangled, and took another drink. 

"OK," Ela said, "that's it! Enough of this for now. Let's get dressed and get out of here or we'll all die on this bed." They both sprang up and dashed off to take a shower together. They didn't ask me to join them. I remained lying there on the bed and listened to the splashing of water and sounds of laughter. I turned miserably towards the wall. The image of Robin's bare feet wedged between Ela's made me jerk off again quickly. It took about five seconds.

They returned quickly, and after I had showered and we had dressed, we quickly made breakfast - bacon, eggs, coffee and vodka (neat, and plenty of it). We then went out for a walk. It was a heavy, overcast day. We strolled arm in arm together through the park adjoining the university campus, Ela clinging tightly between her two men, lurching about playfully, pushing and pulling us around the way she used to do with me when we were alone. We seemed the perfect threesome. They were both chatting happily away, but I felt a deep pain in my stomach, reaching into my balls. Something had just been lost forever - that unique bond Ela and I had always shared. Our intimacy had been broken - two had become three - and by extension… just how far would it go? I kept depression at bay by drinking, by focussing on the coming night, desperate for more. We both knew it wasn't over yet - somehow something, something big, was still waiting to happen. Robin went home later that day after having lunch with us, but promised to return that evening. And so he did. 

When he arrived, we had a quick drink, then I went out for more cigarettes and booze - yes, back to that shop again. When I returned, they were sitting close together on the sofa, whispering. They suddenly broke off when they saw me and watched me cautiously. Something was definitely going on. 

"Hey man, look, do you mind if your wife and I take a short walk together," Robin asked. "We'd just like to talk about something, we won't be long." 

Like an idiot, I agreed. They left, promising to be back in a moment. It was about 7 p.m. I began drinking and listening to a tape - a favorite album Ela and I had both liked during our early romance. After a while it occurred to me that they were taking a hell of a long time. An hour and a half passed. Then, with a sudden shock, I understood what was happening. They were doing it together - somewhere - out there! Weeping helplessly I stood by the window over the next three hours, drinking steadily, listening to those stupid songs, looking over the glittering matrix of the city and wondering where among those vast catacombs he'd taken her, whether her feet were bracketing his at that moment, what the room was like, what kind of bed they were on, what he was doing to her. They didn't return until just before midnight. I only got part of the story from Ela then. 

They hadn't gone far - only down to the street, to the bar next to our high-rise. Robin had some sort of pre-arrangement with the landlord and obtained a key to the upstairs room. Ela had realised her other great fantasy - playing the hooker for a night! Robin knew about this place. It was a regular venue where hookers would take their clients, and apparently, he was as much of a regular there as he had been at the shop. She told me they'd had another couple of drinks, then he took her upstairs. The room faced the street. I'd often seen it from the outside, but I'd never known its true purpose, although I might have guessed it from the diffuse crimson light that shone through the veiled double window. For all my questions, Ela wouldn't tell me anything about what the room looked like inside except that it had a waterbed, and yes, they'd stripped and fucked each other's brains out on that waterbed for more than three hours. She told me she'd felt a bit guilty doing it behind my back, but thought that since we'd already done so much, there was no harm in it.

They were rather sheepish and ashamed when they came back, and I was in a fury when she told me what they'd done, but what was the point? I'd had my fantasy, why shouldn't she have hers? But I felt cheated. I had missed out on something powerful - now there was some great secret they shared together - something from which I was forever excluded. I insisted we all went to bed together again - that they show me what they did. They rather reluctant at first, but in the end we stripped.

Robin gave a rueful grin, flexing his lean, lithe body. "Hey man, I'm balled out, I don't know if I could get it up again." 

But of course he could, and did. So they put on a show for my benefit. I wanted to photograph them together, but they refused. Ela, buck naked again, lay back and opened her legs, letting Robin enter her with his usual well-practiced movement. They knew each other's timing well now and took it easy, moving gently and rhythmically towards their shared climax. They looked beautiful together. As their tempo increased I moved to the bottom of the bed. Robin's buttocks began pumping vigorously and as they both stiffened and clutched each other with a long, loud groan of satisfaction, I furiously jerked off against their four bare feet once more. 




Trinity Ch. 01



Then Robin and I made love. I didn't want anything anal, I just wanted to feel as Ela had felt, so I lay back on the bed and opened my legs, drawing him on top of me and inserting my cock between his thighs. I kissed him deeply, clutching his sweating back and smooth, taut buttocks as we rocked back and forth together. Unexpectedly, Ela began caressing our bare feet, kissing and stroking them as we moved in rhythm towards climax. We gripped each other tightly and kissed as our cocks throbbed together. Our sperm spurted out, mingling between stomachs and thighs. After a moment, we disengaged. Clearly, they were both well and truly shagged out and not up to any repetition of the previous night, but somehow I didn't want Robin sleeping with us, so I bundled him off to the spare room. The Ela and I dropped off to sleep, lying side by side, not touching. Something moist, dark and invisible now crawled between us.

On the Sunday morning, Ela and I showered and dressed, then I went to wake Robin. 

"No, I'll do it," she said. "You're too much on edge. Get the breakfast ready."

She seemed to be taking her time, so I went to the spare room with disquiet curling inside me. She was kneeling by the bed, they were kissing and she was stroking his hair. They gently drew apart as I entered. 

We had our usual 'wet' breakfast, then Robin took his leave. He left us another couple of bottles he'd brought with him the night before.

"You keep the booze," he said with a slight tone of contempt, "I think you two are going to need it."

And that was the end of the encounter. Although we met up with Robin a couple of times afterwards, we didn't repeat the experience. It was difficult to say who had manipulated whom - after all, we all got what we wanted. I had indulged my masochistic fantasies to the hilt. Robin had got to thoroughly fuck the girl he wanted and would no doubt boast about it - especially in that bar. Ela had also indulged her fantasies to the full. She changed as a result. She was more self-assertive now, more radiant and sexy than ever before. She was far less reserved, walked with more of a bounce, her hairstyle changed to tumbling curls. She also dressed more provocatively - often in black leather - and wore far more make-up. 

I kept pressing Ela for another threesome - with a girl this time. But she was adamant.

"We've realised our fantasies - more than enough. That's the end of it," she replied.

I also kept pushing her for more details about what had happened that Saturday night, but she wouldn't co-operate.

"Look, forget it, it didn't mean anything - it's over. It's you I love and only you". 

I wasn't convinced. 

"But why did you go with him?" I asked, almost in tears. 

"I didn't expect to get laid. We just wanted to talk."

" About what?"

"You mostly."

"Oh yeah? And what were you saying?"

"He just gave me some good advice," she replied. 

"About what?"

She turned to me and gave me her direct, intense look. "That's between him and me," she said slowly, quietly and with emphasis. I was stung to the core.

"But how did you end up on the… on the… on that fucking waterbed?" I persisted. I was determined.

"I don't know," she answered. "I didn't intend to, it just happened. I suppose we just wanted to do it once together in private." 

"But how many times did you do it?" 

"A few times, I don't remember exactly," she faltered.

"What do you mean, you 'don't remember'?"

"Oh fuck off!" she burst out defiantly, swearing for the first time since I'd known her. "What do you think I am? You all think I'm some kind of great fucking 'love machine' but that doesn't mean I keep a fucking tally!"

I'd never called her a 'love machine'. And what the hell did she mean by 'you all'?

"Didn't he notch the bed?" I asked, with what I hoped sounded like cold contempt, although I was burning up inside.

"Just try doing that on a waterbed," she replied, smiling sweetly, thrusting in the knife.

"Did you 'come'?" I asked, determined to drive the knife even deeper.

She sighed, rolling her eyes. "Fucking hell! What do you think? I suppose I was a fucking virgin that night, right?" 

"Maybe you'll find out you're pregnant after two nights of having your brains fucked out," I sneered. "Whose kid would it be?"

"No way I'm pregnant," she replied.

"How do you know?"

"I just do." 

"Didn't you use any condoms down in…that place?"

"Did we use any on Friday night?"

"Maybe you've caught something."

"Yeah. And maybe you have. Maybe we both have. We'll just have to see, won't we," she said, with another sweet smile. And that was that.

She absolutely refused to give me any more details about what they'd done, but from then on, if ever she mentioned the waterbed, her voice would became more guttural and sensual, and her eyes seemed to assume a mocking expression. She would use the waterbed as a weapon, gently taunting me with it whenever I deserved it - which I often did. 

No, there was no pregnancy, no deadly, flesh-devouring STD's, but this was the beginning of the end for us. I just couldn't continue living in that apartment, passing every evening beneath that sinister, crimson-lit, veiled window above the bar. It didn't seem to bother Ela at all. 

"Look, you'll just have to live with it," she would say. "It isn't important, really. Just forget about it."

But how could I? I couldn't avoid passing under that window every day and when Ela and I were together I kept watching to see if she'd glance up there, if there'd be any subtle change in her expression - something lascivious, reminiscent. Though I often imagined I saw it, I couldn't be sure and couldn't openly challenge her for fear of her twisting the knife in. 

Yes, maybe it had been stupid doing what we did, but I think the mistake was not so much in doing it - we freely acknowledged to each other that it had been a terrific, supercharged encounter - a peak sexual experience for both of us. No - the mistake was in my subsequent attitude, my jealousy of Ela's obvious liberation, and of that secret she now held with Robin, the one from which I was excluded forever. 

It doesn't take much to see who wore the fool's cap in this story. Yes, I'd got what I wanted all right - but I'd bitten off more than I could chew, I just couldn't handle it. It was a case of "careful of what you want - you might just get it." That old Pandora's box. Shortly afterwards, in retaliation, I began an affair with a student of mine I'd always fancied. This, of course, is another story, albeit a continuation of the same strangely unfolding web, but it was a stupid and hurtful thing to do for all concerned since I knew I still loved Ela desperately. Eventually she had enough. We separated and divorced.

I'm now back in Europe. I often visit North America these days, but never that 'dark city' where I made such a fool of myself - where I lost her. She's still there. We remain close enough friends at a distance - both of us unhappy about our separation. She hasn't remarried, but obviously there's been a succession of boyfriends. I even heard from a mutual friend that she and Robin had got together again shortly after our separation, but that it had only lasted about a week. After all, he'd got what he wanted and couldn’t be bothered with her any more now that he'd 'notched her up' - he needed fresh conquests. I've also had other relationships since then of course, but nothing - nothing - like what she and I once had. It's the same old story - I keep looking for her in others, never seeing those others as themselves. Maybe it's horrible to say this, but sometimes I think the real physical death of a loved partner is far easier to bear than the living death of separation.

I could easily try to analyze and explain what happened, but as I've said, knowledge, and feeling are not the same thing. I still have frequent, bitter, lucid dreams in which Ela and I eternally seek each other among the glittering towers and endless corridors of that 'dark city'. A ruined castle with a crimson window lies in the heart of that city - I think you know why. We never find each other. The premonitions have come full circle, the worm still flies in the night, in the howling storm at the core of the heart, his dark and secret love still searching for more crimson beds of joy.



Trinity Ch. 02



"What do you think about disguises?" Alec questioned his sister. 

"I think it might be better to forgo any type of disguises this time, Alec, it's too much upkeep for a mission like this." Vanessa replied. "Disguises work for a short amount of time, but over an extended period, I don't think they really work that well. This is the biggest assignment we've ever been assigned, and I don't want something stupid, like a wig being on crooked, to blow our covers."

"Don't worry, Nessa, that was exactly what I was thinking." Alec grunted out as he lifted the weapons' bags and headed upstairs. "I think using our names, well, first names at least, will make things easier as well. We need total concentration, and trying to remember what name to answer to will just throw us off. I am totally confident that we are going to be able to pull this off without any problems, sis."

Vanessa picked up their remaining gear and followed her brother up through the house. Her mind had been racing at a million miles per hour since Muse revealed their mission earlier this evening. Vanessa had expected fear to be coursing through her by now, but that hadn't happened. Instead, excitement and energy flowed through her body, and she realized that she had to be a total adrenaline junkie. Her mind had already begun going over strategies and plans in preparation for their assignment. She knew that this assignment was just as important to Alec, and it actually might even mean more to him than it did to her. Vanessa had been in the forefront of practically every mission, and this time Alec had an opportunity to shine. It was a chance for him to show just how good he was at his job, and Vanessa knew he was one of the best.

They stepped out of the house and the cold fall wind whipped around them, sending chills through their bodies. Their gear was safely and carefully stored in the mustang's trunk. Transporting gear for missions had become a problem when security in airports had become very tight. The Covenant had a private plane for Vanessa and Alec's use, and had built a small runway and hanger outside the local airport. This was all accomplished with the help of some highly placed Covenant members, who took care of things like getting federal approval for the airstrip and other intricacies. Vanessa and Alec didn't have to worry about airport security, their plane being late, or any other airport inconvenience. 

"Remember to take some clothes to change into on the plane, Alec, so we don’t walk off the plane onto a tropical island in winter gear." Vanessa reminded. "Let's just hope neither one of us gets sick from the drastic temperature change. That's all we would need, to be in the middle of our biggest assignment and have the flu."

After making sure all the gear was properly stored in the trunk Alec and Vanessa headed back into the house to get their remaining luggage. They went to their bedrooms and began finishing up the packing, making sure their clothes were comfortable, but also appropriate for their work. The clothes had to enable them to blend in with everyone else, but still have the flexibility for quick movement and comfort. A majority of their clothes had to be as close to form fitting as possible because loose fitting clothing could either slow them down or be too bulky for movement. Alec and Vanessa had solid, muscular bodies, and wearing the tighter fitting clothing didn't bother either one of them. In fact it helped them sometimes because they had encountered a few people that focused more on their appearance and found out the hard way what a mistake that was. 

Alec and Vanessa met in the foyer with their packed bags and looked around at the house. It was becoming a routine for the pair, and even though they had every confidence in their abilities, they never knew if this would be the last time in their home. They took a deep breath through their noses, taking in the scent of the house that was filled with so many memories. Alec easily took Vanessa's hand, their fingers entwining with a practiced ease.

"Looks like we're ready to go, Trinity." Alec murmured with a grin. "We're finally going on that dream vacation, eh?" 

"You know it, tiger, I plan on finding you a man on this trip. Of course, that would be after I get all my hours of sunbathing in." Vanessa said with a laugh. "Muse?"

"Yes, Trinity." Muse's voice echoed throughout the downstairs. 

"We are leaving on assignment, Muse, please secure the house under security level Alpha Bravo." Vanessa requested. 

"Institution of security level alpha bravo will require double clearance." Muse responded. "Trinity, please provide your security clearance code."

"Trinity clearance Vanessa Lynn Romane, access code seven eight six nine." Vanessa stated. 

"Phoenix, please provide your security clearance code." Muse requested. 

"Phoenix clearance Alec Michael Romane, access code one seven one two." Alec replied. 

"Clearance codes have been confirmed. Security lock down under security level Alpha Bravo will be complete in two minutes. Please leave the premise immediately to avoid defensive measures. Be safe on your mission and return in once piece, Trinity and Phoenix." Muse confirmed.

All the lights in the house suddenly went out and the sound of doors locking echoed throughout the halls. Alec and Vanessa quickly stepped out the front door with their luggage and pulled it closed. As they got into Alec's mustang the house continued with the security measures. Steel plates slid into place behind the curtains in all the windows and were also lowered behind all the doors leading to the outside. Invisible laser beams crisscrossed over every inch of the property, scanning and searching for anything out of the ordinary. The house and the surrounding property had become a virtual fortress. Muse would only initiate defensive measures if it sensed a danger, like the weapons and tools in the backseat of the mustang. That is why Alec and Vanessa had been warned to leave before the two minutes were up. If Muse felt any need to defend the home or its perimeter it would contact either Vanessa or Alec on their cell phones and confirm the situation. 

The mustang shot through the iron gate at the end of the driveway just as it was closing. The car quickly sped down the streets to get to the main highway as soon as possible. Vanessa and Alec were anxious to get on their way and begin their assignment because there were only seven days until the President's visit at the Isle Of Terror amusement park. They had to incorporate themselves with the park's employees and memorize every square inch of the park. Knowledge of their surroundings and the people in it were one of the most important things in their line of work. It was one of the things that separated them from others in their field. Vanessa and Alec spent a great deal of attention to every detail when they were on missions. They made sure that everything that they said or did fit in perfectly with their surroundings, unless of course their cover required them to do otherwise.

"What was with the Alpha Bravo lockdown, Nessa?" Alec quickly glanced at his sister. "We've never used a security level higher than Charlie when we left on assignments, but this time you requested the highest level possible. What makes this one so different?"

Vanessa glanced out the passenger window, refusing to meet her brother's gaze. She hadn't thought about using that lockdown until the words had already left her mouth, and by then it was too late to change the request. Vanessa's stomach was still a bit knotted from the situation, but she had gone with her gut instinct and trusted in it. 

"Mom and Dad were on the biggest missions of their career when that earthquake hit, Alec." Vanessa's voice was so soft Alec could barely hear her over the sound of the engine. "We were there to step into their places whether we wanted to or not. We are on the biggest mission of our career, tiger, and if something happens there is no one to pick up the pieces. There is too much information and other things in that house for it to fall into the wrong hands, Alec, that I had to make sure it was secure, just in case we...."

Vanessa's voice broke off and she took a deep breath. Vanessa knew they had to look at both sides of the coin, no matter how confident she was they were going to succeed. She had to make sure that she was prepared for the worse because there was always the possibility it could happen. It was dangerous to be too self-assured or confident in their line of work. Vanessa tried to always make sure both of her feet were firmly planted in reality, otherwise, one or both of them could end up dead. She knew that Alec followed the same line of thinking that she did. There were times when she felt more like Alec was her twin, even though she was a year older than him.

"You did the right thing, Nessa, we have to be prepared for anything and everything. I'm glad you thought about that." Alec's strong baritone voice gently carried throughout the car. He knew where Vanessa's mind was and he wanted to try and keep her spirits up. "Have you thought about what last name we should use on the island?"

"I've been trying to brainstorm ideas, but I keep drawing a complete blank." Vanessa sighed, even though a small grin appeared on her face. She knew what her brother was up to, and she definitely appreciated the effort. "We're so used to only going by first names that it's pretty odd to have to pick out a last name. Have you had any ideas?"

"I was doing some reading last night about Lewis and Clark, and I thought maybe we could use one of those names." Alec replied as he changed lanes.

"You were reading about Lewis and Clark last night?" Vanessa chuckled. "Why don't you read something that isn't non-fiction for once, brother dear? You have to have some type of imagination in that thick head of yours somewhere."

"Forgive me, sis, if I don't get into the steamy romance novels the same way you do." Alec snapped back. His voice may have sounded rough, but Vanessa knew he was trying to rile her up.

"There is nothing wrong with reading about a lonesome, hunky cowboy who just inherited his family's ranch and ends up falling in love with the beautiful land developer from the city who shows up to build a mini-mall." Vanessa playfully snapped back at her brother.

"I never said there was something wrong with that, Nessa. We just have different tastes in books. You can engross yourself in all of that love at first sight crap, but leave me to my books about facts and truths." Alec replied.

"What do you mean crap? Love at first sight is totally possible, Alec. You can't tell me that you never experienced that in your entire life?" Vanessa asked in amazement. She knew that her brother wasn't into the dating or bar scene, but she would have never guessed he didn't believe in love. 

"I just don't see how you can feel this instant love for someone after only seeing them once, Nessa. The only thing you can experience at first sight is lust, not love." Alec responded. "It takes time for feelings like love to exist between two people."


"That's what you think, brother dear, and I hope I'm there when you finally experience love at first sight." Vanessa said. "You know I just love telling you 'I told you so."

"I don't see why you love it so much, Nessa, it's not like you really ever get to do it that often." Alec said with a grin.

"Here's comes the turn off for the hanger, Alec, you don't want to miss it, again." Vanessa said with a giggle. 

Alec sighed as he turned on the right turn signal. It seemed at times that Vanessa's mission in life was to harass him. It never bothered him though; well at least it didn't bother him that often. Vanessa had been teasing for as long as he could remember, and he didn't see her stopping anytime in the future. The car turned off onto the almost hidden entrance to the hanger. He had called ahead and made sure that it was fueled up and supplies were stocked for the flight. 

"I'll be Lewis and you can be Clark, Alec. That way you can have the whole alter ego thing going like Superman." Vanessa grinned at her brother.

"Here's an interesting thought, you wacko. Why don't you be Lane and I'll be Kent. This way we can really play up the superhero thing." Alec said jokingly as he parked the car.

"That's a great idea, tiger!" Vanessa's face beamed. "You do have some good ideas every now and then." 

She was already out of the car and unlocking the trunk before Alec could say anything else. A long, frustrated sigh slipped from his lips and he rubbed his temples. Would he ever learn to be careful when talking to Vanessa? Sometimes his sister could just take something and run it into the ground. Alec had a feeling this was going to be a very, very long flight.

*  *  *

Vanessa and Alec’s plane touched down in California a few hours after take off. Their trip taking much shorter than a normal flight since the plane had Concord-like technology, courtesy of the Covenant. Their plane landed safely without any problems. Vanessa and Alec quickly unloaded their luggage and gear onto a cart and made their way over to the helipads.

It wasn’t a possibility to land a plane on the island, so they were going to take a helicopter out. Terror Incorporated had a fleet of helicopters to take employees and guests from the mainland out to the island. There was the option of taking a ship, but traveling that way took almost a full day of time. From the long line of people waiting, they knew they had a few hours to kill.

“Alec, you wait here with the luggage. I’m going to look around inside, and do a little reconnaissance.” Vanessa smiled at her brother.

“You mean you’re going to do some shopping, Vanessa. I’m not stupid.” Alec put on his sunglasses and pulled a book out of one of his duffel bags. “You go ahead and have fun. I’ll be waiting right here.”

“You could be on the look out for some hot guys, stud, and maybe you’ll get lucky and have a hot island fling.” Vanessa giggled to her brother. The look of death he shot her was enough of a clue for her to get going. “Fine, have it your way. All work and no play…” Her voice trailed off as she walked away from Alec. She really had to find him a man, and she hoped some opportunity would present itself. Vanessa picked up her carry on bag as she made her way towards the airport terminal. 

Vanessa had a game plan in mind; she just hoped that there was enough time for her to pull it together. She walked around the concourse and finally found what she was looking for. Her eyes twinkled as she walked into the shop and heard the sound of hairdryers and scissors. Vanessa stepped up to the receptionist desk, where an attractive, younger woman was sitting.

“Can I help you, ma’am?” The woman asked. 

“I’m hoping that you can.” Vanessa leaned on the counter giving the woman her most brilliant smile. “I’m here on vacation and trying to be a bit spontaneous. I want something completely different, but I only have about an hour. Can you fit me in?”

“I’m sure we can fit you in.” The woman said with a smile. “What exactly did you have in mind?”

Vanessa’s smile got even larger, if that were possible, as she explained her idea to the woman. The woman led her towards the back of the shop to get her hair washed. Alec was definitely going to have kittens when he saw her. Vanessa couldn’t help the giggle that slipped from her lips. She was certainly going to be having some fun on this mission. Vanessa made sure not to look into a mirror until everything was done. It just a little over an hour later when the stylist turned her chair around and Vanessa was able to see the finished look.

Vanessa’s face lit up with a disarming grin. The stylist did an amazing job, and Vanessa was impressed. If she hadn’t known any better, Vanessa would have thought this was her natural appearance. She generously tipped the woman and made her way towards the airport bathrooms. Vanessa slipped into a stall and opened up her bag. She was ready to complete her transformation and started removing everything from the bag. 

A tight, black mini-skirt slid soundlessly up her long legs. Vanessa slipped on a pair of knee-high black leather boots and pulled a tank top with the word ‘Princess’ written across it in silver glitter over her head. She put the discarded clothes into the bag and stepped out of the stall. Vanessa placed the bag on the bathroom’s sink and began to reapply her make-up, putting it on a bit heavier than normal. Once her make-up was done, to her satisfaction, she retrieved a pair of sunglasses out of her bag and headed off towards her last stop. 

Vanessa usually walked with a calm, confident ease, but that changed with her new look. Her hips swayed a bit more with each step and accentuated her long, muscular legs. Vanessa was used to turning a few heads, but her new appearance brought her a lot more attention than she expected. She entered the gift shop and saw that the only person inside was the young man standing behind the counter. His eyes practically burned a hole right through her. If there were any opportunity to try out her new look, it was now. She sauntered right up to the counter and leaned across it, her shirt dipping a bit to reveal a good amount of cleavage. 

“Hi, I was hoping you could help me, Evan.” Vanessa read the guy’s name off of his nametag. Her voice purred like a kitten. “I’m dying for some gum.”

“Sure…it’s um…on the rack right behind you.” He stuttered and tried to not look down her shirt.

Vanessa looked over her shoulder and saw the candy rack. She looked back at Evan, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

“Thanks, I can’t believe I didn’t see that before.” Vanessa allowed a giggle to escape past her lips. She walked over and selected a pack of pink bubble gum from the display. She set it down on the counter and began to dig through her bag. “Oh shoot, I must have left my purse in the car, damn it.” Her lips turned down into a sensual pout.

“Don’t worry about it, miss, I’ll take care of it for you.” Evan beamed at her.

“I couldn’t let you do that, Evan, I don’t want you getting into trouble over me.” Vanessa purred.

“Don’t worry about anything, ma’am.” Evan practically forced the pack of gum into her hands. “It’s not everyday I get to treat a beautiful woman to something, even if it’s only a pack of gum.”

“You’re too sweet.” Vanessa grinned back at him. She reached over and ran her finger over Evan’s cheek. “I’m in your debt, and I won’t forget this.” Vanessa tossed the gum into her bag and started out of the gift shop. As she walked through the doors she glanced back at Evan. He was in the process of memorizing every inch of her legs. When his gaze met hers she lowered her sunglasses and winked at him. Evan’s face immediately flushed and Vanessa giggled and headed back out to where Alec was waiting. 

Her new look was a complete success, though she wasn’t planning on playing the seductress on assignment. She had a few other ideas and couldn’t wait to see Alec’s reaction.

*  *  *

Alec ran his hand through his blonde hair and glanced at his watch. Vanessa had been gone for over an hour, and God only knows what she was up to. He felt like he was the older sibling most of the time. Vanessa was always on his case about relaxing and having more fun, but it was difficult for him to do. Alec had to be in control as much as possible, and letting go was not easy for him. Ever since his parents died he preferred things to be as routine as possible. His eyes turned back to his book, but a few moments later the sound of snapping bubble gum caught his attention.

Alec looked up to see a long-legged blonde woman strutting towards the helicopter area. He rolled his eyes as he read the word ‘princess’ written across her too tight and small shirt. If Vanessa had been here this woman would have become fodder for some her jokes. He tried to ignore the woman and returned to his book. Unfortunately, the gum-popping princess was headed right towards him.




Trinity Ch. 02



Trinity - Part II: The Wife.

"'Do what thou wilt' shall be the whole of the Law; for every man and woman is a star... and the word of sin is restriction."

The Book of the Law: Aleister Crowley (1875-1947).

I grew up in a small town in Central Europe, the youngest of three kids. They seemed to get all the attention and I was pretty much left to myself. They both eventually married, while I managed to escape from home, becoming a med student in a city as far away as possible, far to the north, on the coast. My parents were multilingual so I'd no problem learning languages (I speak four, apart from my own) and really loved English. Formal lessons in school had been really boring, but I'd gotten to know the slang the same way my friends did - from our favorite rock albums. We used to practice with each other when nobody else was listening. It was our secret language. I'm no kind of fucking genius. I'm only saying this so you'll know why I've no problems writing this story.

Beyond a couple of crushes on guys who were thought of as real 'jocks', I didn't have a boyfriend or any kind of sexual experience till I was much older than is usual these days. The jocks at school turned me on all right but I was just too shy. I had no self-esteem at all. I'd often been told I was sexy, but somehow I just couldn't bring myself to believe it. I preferred to be on my own. I'd many male friends of course, but I'd only play the 'romantic' game at a safe distance - exchanging passionate, romantic letters with 'boyfriends' who lived as far away as possible - preferably abroad (another reason my English isn't so bad). In a way, my first real boyfriend in every sense was my husband Paul - the first man I ever got close to emotionally. I'd had sex before I met him of course, shortly after I moved away from home, but as you'll see, it wasn't exactly what I'd anticipated. I only 'did it' in the end because everyone else I knew was doing it. As often happens for someone like me, the first time was quite unexpected. I've often been asked, like we all have - what was it like for you? And I've always given the same answer - fucking hopeless.

It was near Christmas, during my first year at med school. I was working late in the computer lab when one of our circle of friends turned up. He was a pretty good-looking guy and had a reputation among us as a regular stud. We were alone and he proposed we go to a friend's place for a drink. I was tired and didn't see why not. As I've said, I'd always kind of fancied guys like him, but I'd no idea at the time that anything was going to happen. When we got to his friend's place, I was surprised to find we were alone. He poured me a drink, then another and another and another as we talked of this and that. Then he told me what a terrifically sexy chick I was and how he'd always wanted me. I felt flattered. He put his arm round me and kissed me powerfully. I was pretty tipsy by now and gave in to the kiss. My tongue touched another tongue for the first time. It felt soft, squishy, and wildly intoxicating. Then he suggested we had sex. I didn't want to - that is, I did and I didn't. I knew about him - what his reputation was - and knew damn well he was just out to seduce me, probably on a bet. This excited me on the one hand - about time it happened to me anyway, I thought. But on the other, I was really afraid. I'd been told how much it would hurt. He kept at me, kissing me, reaching under my sweater and bra, squeezing my tits and delicately fingering my nipples, then thrusting his hand down under my panties, feeling my crotch, gently rubbing my clit. My crotch was damp. I'd never been touched there before. By now we were breathing heavily. I backed off, telling him I was scared - that I was still a virgin. He suggested we just get naked and 'play around' a bit - we wouldn't do anything I didn't want to. Just explore one another, just games. I was tired of fighting him off. I was so fucking pissed. I gave in. 

We stripped and stood face to face just looking at each another. My body felt open, exposed, and vulnerable. His raw, male nakedness hit me - a slim, well-muscled, hairy body stood before me with legs apart, bare feet planted in the thick carpet. His stiff cock jutted out, long, thick and red. I'd never seen anything like it in real life and got a sudden fit of the giggles - a real problem I've got when it comes to sex. He advanced, grinning, and drew me to him. We began feeling each other up, caressing and kissing. The touch of our bodies was electric - the light brush of his body hair against my tits, the warm, hard, first-time feel of bare male muscle. My skin felt on fire as he ran his firm hands over my bare tits, down my hips, then back around my buttocks. He guided my hand to his cock. It felt hot and very hard. The tip was moist. Fascinated, I closed my fingers around it and began slowly moving my hand up and down. I could feel it pulsing. He groaned, and I suddenly began to feel faint. He pulled me over to the bed and we lay down. The bed squeaked loudly.

I felt the warm heaviness of his body as he lay pressed against me, one leg between my thighs. He kissed me again and I felt his delicate fingers on my clit again. But now I was rigid, tense and very frightened. I told him I didn't want to go through with it, that I was terrified, that I wasn't ready for it yet. He replied that surely it was about time I had sex, I was so beautiful, the sexiest ever, he said. He assured me he'd be very gentle. Whispering 'my gorgeous, my lovely' he gently but firmly prized open my legs and eased himself between them. Something huge, hot and hard began pressing against the lips of my cunt. I panicked, and begged him not to, but he paid no attention. I felt him thrust into me. The pain was agonizing. I clutched his back in desperation, but it got worse and worse. I'd once had a bicycle accident when I was about ten. I'd hit a post and rammed my crotch against the hard seat. At the time it had seemed like the worst pain imaginable, but what was happening now was far, far worse. Then he gave a quick, sharp thrust and I almost screamed as I felt something burst inside. That huge, red, pulsing cock of his had finally penetrated my body, filling it up. I felt the thing twitch for a moment, then he began thrusting rhythmically back and forth. The stupid fucking bed squeaked away in time with his thrusts and some distant part of me wanted to burst out laughing. What a comedy. But the pain was getting more intense and I was feeling sick and dizzy. Then he suddenly went berserk, bucking up and down furiously and grunting loudly. I clutched him tightly and burst into tears as he gave a loud groan, stiffened and thrust in deep. Through the pain I felt a powerful throbbing deep inside me and a warm gush of something or other - my first ever full injection of cum, I guessed. He relaxed and began rocking steadily back and forth on top of me breathing 'gorgeous, delicious, sweetheart' and all that crap. The dizziness increased and I finally blacked out. 

When I came to, he had withdrawn and eased himself off me. He was gently stroking my forehead. I raised myself on my elbows and looked down. The coverlet seemed soaked with blood, and his cock was bloodstained. God! What a mess, I thought. I'd been had all right - my cherry's been well and truly popped. The room seemed to stink of sex. Suddenly I felt really sick. I leaned over the side of the bed, retched and threw up copiously all over the floor. I felt like the lowest form of animal life. When I'd recovered, I got up, washed quickly, dressed and left. We didn't talk. He seemed embarrassed or indifferent, I dunno which. I didn't care - he'd won his bet all right. I left him to clean up the whole mess, went home and cried all night.

Looking back on it, I felt I'd been raped. The whole episode had been sordid, brutal and clumsy, fueled by alcohol. Nevertheless I had sex with him several times after that over the next few months - just to 'make sure' as it were. Needless to say, I quickly got used to it and we would get it on several times a session. I didn't have an orgasm, but I did begin to enjoy it more. We'd fuck while listening to music we both liked. But I soon got tired of him. He'd an ego the size of a planet. We'd little in common really except fucking and I knew he was banging other girls. I suppose I should've been flattered that I was one of his 'repeaters', but I'd had enough of this shit. Submission to him had been my type of masochism - but now I wanted something more. Then I found out I was pregnant. I had my first abortion - no way was I ever having his kid - and made him pay for it. That was it for me. At the end of the second semester I got a transfer to another school back down south.

I hadn't told him about my transfer, but when I got down there for the first semester, damn! there he was too! He started hitting on me again as soon as he saw me but I made it clear I wanted nothing more to do with him sexually. We could and did remain friends of a sort - after all, what else could we do in that claustrophobic school - we were even in the same specialty. Then I struck up with a young freshman. He was very young, a real sweetheart, very innocent, almost feminine-looking. He'd never had a girl, so one night I gently relieved him of his virginity. He fell desperately in love with me, although for me he was really a sort of toy, someone to have fun with, useful for keeping the other one at bay. We were like two puppies playing, all tongues and tumbling about, fascinated with each other's bodies, with the mechanics of cocks, clits and cunts, just how they worked. It was a kind of sex therapy really - an innocent, childlike exploration of sex that helped me forget the clumsy brutality and depressive fucking of that first experience. I really liked being on top of him and riding him, while he enjoyed it when I wrapped my long legs around his neck. I got more and more fond of him, but as I did, he seemed to back off. It didn't so much end as peter out, although again, we remained friends. After that I stayed on my own and concentrated on my work. 

It was the following year - my final year - when I met Paul at a New Year's party. He'd been invited by a girl friend of mine who I knew had the hots for him. He turned up on the stroke of midnight wearing a long black coat, carrying a block of coal and a bottle of vodka (my favorite brand too) - some weird Scottish custom, he later told me. He sported a rather wild beard at that time - something I'm not too keen on - but for all that I could see that under it he was really good-looking - very tall, slim, black-haired tinged with gray and intense sea-gray eyes - very much a Nordic type, I thought. And it turned out I was right - he wore this old Viking ring that had belonged to some bloodthirsty fucker somewhere in Iceland in the tenth century or something - an ancestor of his on his mother's side. His sister wore the 'twin ring'. His was the ring of peace he told me, hers was of war. For all this he seemed really shy when we first talked, but I found him great fun. He was hilarious and I decided I liked him - a lot. I went home early that morning, but we met up again next day and from then on we were inseparable. My friend was furious and said that I'd betrayed her, although I knew that beyond a bit of light necking - more out of courtesy on Paul's part - she and Paul didn't actually get it on that night. Tough luck babe, I thought. You had your chance. Shit happens.

Paul and I certainly did get it on shortly afterwards, but I insisted we got out of the city if we were ever going to do it. It was bad enough having three lovers, two ex's and one current, buzzing around me constantly during the day - hell, we'd even sit at the same table in the cafeteria chatting happily away, although believe it or not, none of the guys actually knew about the others, or what they really had in common - my body. No, Paul and I just had to get out of there.

We finally made it to a really distant village buried deep in the mountains, beside a river, right on the state border. Strangely enough, I felt more frightened of having it off with Paul than I did with that first guy. I was for a different reason of course. Paul was clean-shaven now, revealing a strikingly handsome face, but a grim-looking one, heavily lined for his age (he was only four years older than me). Those sea-gray eyes always seemed to be staring off into the distance, and when they looked at you they seemed to bore right through you as if fixed on something far behind you, although he was always very warm and tender with me and always hilariously funny. As I said, I felt closer to him than I'd ever felt towards any other man. He was older than the others of course, and very smart - maybe too smart for my taste, I thought. A bit 'out of it' - if you know what I mean. And then there was that dark side to him - something lying curled up inside, but what the hell it was, I couldn't guess.

So I was very stiff and nervous that first night with him - although I needn't have been. I knew he loved me desperately - and that was what mattered, that was what I needed now most of all. When we finally got naked, he revealed a pale, slender body, only slightly hairy. He had very long legs, like me, and we were about the same height, so I knew we were going to have fun tying ourselves together in knots. As we lay naked together for the first time, getting in some gentle foreplay, I felt he was as tense as I was. But when he finally entered me I somehow began to feel more excited than I'd ever been before. For all his supposed previous experience (which I'd wormed out of him by now) he was very gentle, almost virginal. He'd always told me (as many others had done) that I had beautiful eyes, so I looked directly into him as he came. I could feel him melt into me, all his tension just dissolving, as mine did. Oh and in case you're wondering - his cock was terrific. He always had doubts about it, but he needn't have. The fact is, we were really making love, not just fucking. I was interested in much more than just his cock.

Our sex life took off after that night, and I got really turned on for the first time in my life. It was shortly afterwards, in a hotel room back in the city, that I know I came for the first time. He really knew how to work my clit, and as he was doing so, I just felt this enormous thrill build up and explode. Yes, of course I'd masturbated before, but fantasizing isn't the same as really having it during sex. We almost fell off the bed. I think I scared Paul pretty good - it must have seemed like I was going completely nuts.

We tried to get away from the city as often as possible, keeping out of sight of the 'eagle's eye' as the song goes. We traveled and explored a great deal. Paul was fascinated by old castles and village churches and would take loads of pictures. We often made love out of doors. It was great being naked in the wild, feeling the wind on our skin, the feel of earth and stone beneath our bare feet, watching the play of moonlight or sunlight on each other's bodies. Some really weird things happened from time to time as you'd expect. Once we were happily banging away in a field under the shadow of this ancient ruined church Paul had just photographed when this great fucking bull appeared out of nowhere and made straight for us, snorting and pounding away. It had a pizzle like a tree trunk and must've weighed at least two tons. We got the hell out of there, sprinting buck naked across the field and clearing the gate at the far end at a single jump, bare asses flying, breaking all Olympic records. There was this old woman looking after the bull. She didn't bat an eyelid at the sight of us. He just wants to play with you both, she told us quietly and politely, looking both of us straight in the eye as she sternly handed our clothes back to us. No thanks, I thought. Yes, by now I'd fantasized from time to time about having two males at once, but both the same species as me, please.

As you'd guess, it wasn't just churches Paul photographed. We soon got quite a repertoire of each other in the nude. Later, after we were married and had got our own apartment, we did quite a bit of indoor stuff too. No, we didn't have a video camera at the time, but using a timer, we got some great snaps of us banging away at each other.

But for all that we were very much in love, there was always something about Paul that made me a little nervous. It wasn't just what I felt to be his 'dark side', I mean, we had this really great empathy thing - we both really felt it when one of us was in pain for some reason. But his manner of talking was so precise, so pedantic, and I was so much in awe of him at the time, I couldn't ever really loosen up on my lingo when I was with him. I couldn't talk the way I used to with my friends. I never swore when I was with him, not even in my own language (which he understood perfectly) and avoided sexy slang, preferring to stick to medical words: 'penis', not 'cock' or 'dick' - 'vagina', not 'cunt' or 'pussy' - 'clitoris', never just 'clit' - 'making love' or 'having intercourse', never, God help us, 'fucking', 'banging', 'screwing', 'balling', 'shagging', 'porking' or even just 'making out', 'getting it on', 'getting laid' or 'having it off'. I don't think Paul ever even suspected I knew half these words, let alone used them freely with other people. I made exceptions from time to time in the context of our fantasy life - of which more later - but when I did, he would always press me to tell him how I'd learned these words. He didn't buy into the rock album thing. He always suspected I was really hiding something, that I'd been balling expats for the last ten years or had been some kind of Holiday Inn hooker. If only, I sometimes thought. That had always been one of my hottest fantasies. 

Then I got pregnant again and had to have another abortion. Paul was hurt, but was very supportive in the long run - I told him just wasn't ready to have kids yet. Trouble was, we didn't use much protection beyond suppositories from time to time and these were still difficult to get. Anyway, I had a passion for skinny-dipping just as much as the guys did. Caution isn't one of my virtues - or at least wasn't then. I'd always been reckless. I never told Paul about that first one.

I got to meet his family. His dad was cool - he was from my country (hence Paul's fluency), but the mother was a total bitch. She hated me at first sight, and the feeling was mutual. There seemed to be a real problem with females in that family - those bloody Vikings, I thought. One meeting was enough.

All in all our sex life was fine, but after a time, I was beginning to feel that there was something missing, that there must be more to it. Paul was very empathic in an emotional way, but I somehow felt he couldn't really 'feel' me or feed my growing hunger. His technique remained rather mechanical and repetitive, but I was reluctant to broach the subject with him. I still lacked self-esteem, no matter what Paul tried to do to boost it. Other guys paid me compliments too from time to time, but I always felt they were just out to fuck me like that first guy had been. Perhaps because of all this, Paul and I had begun revealing our fantasies to each other, bit by bit, even before we were married. 

I soon discovered his fetish about feet. This I was quite happy to satisfy, although I really wanted his cock rammed up to the hilt in my pussy, not dripping down there between my bare feet. Then we got on to the jealousy thing. This was far more weird. I mean, the feet thing was just funny (ha-ha! not peculiar) but he seemed to get really turned on by fantasizing about me getting laid by some other guy. I wasn't sure how to deal with this one. For a time, he had this big one about me getting laid in some other guy's car in the middle of a rainstorm. God knows why the rainstorm. Then he began worming details out of me about my other experiences. He got really obsessed by what happened with that first guy. This may have been partly my fault. Once I got a bit clumsy and casually mentioned, high on dope and giggling away, that the guy in question had 'well and truly popped my cherry'. This seemed to really hurt him, but at the same time he seemed to be enjoying it. I'm no shrink - I'd never really known what 'psychosexual masochism' is - but I know now. He'd become so insistent while we were still in Europe that when we'd been passing through that city where I'd spent my first year, I actually showed him the window of the room where everything happened. This had seemed to shut him up for a time. I just couldn't work all this out. I hadn't the slightest interest in watching him with another woman, nor the slightest concern about what he'd done with other women before meeting me, beyond what you'd call a purely 'technical' interest. Believe me, I don't find any aspect of sex 'disgusting' - except pedophilia. Sex is terrific fun, but it's also funny - you know what I mean - just so fucking hilarious. Some guys seem to hate me for this. They think I'm making fun of them, but I'm not. It's just me - I can't help it.




Trinity Ch. 02



I told Paul about my 'hooker' thing - something I'd never mentioned to anyone. This was a heavy one, but I guess quite a few girls with my kind of background have fantasies of this type. I saw myself in a sleazy room somewhere in a vast city. The room was softly suffused in a crimson light. I was spread out buck naked on a bed, legs apart, mascara'd to the eyeballs, my hair strewn wildly over the pillow and boy! was I being had! I was having my brains steadily fucked out by one thick, dripping cock after another. No names, no faces, just a succession of sweating backs, pumping buttocks, powerful, muscled male bodies grunting away, pounding me, stiffening as they thrust in deep and injected floods of cream into my womb. The bed was sodden with cum, my whole body was full of it - the mixed cum of a hundred different men. The room was saturated - totally saturated - with an almost suffocating smell of sex. Then I would get up from the bed, kneel down and ravenously suck cock - one cock after another, clasping the buttocks of the men I was servicing, feeling them twist and grip my hair as they roughly forced their cocks right down my throat, holding my head rigid as they pumped their sperm into me. I carefully swallowed all that sperm, every drop, digesting the whole mixture, making it part of me. And an important part of this fantasy was that the whole thing was being filmed on video camera. The sight of me having my brains fucked out would be sold in all the porn shops in the city, infecting a million alien desires - all those other poor jerks who'd never actually get to fuck me, to feel and smell my delicious, fragrant body. But they'd all see me on video and jack off a thousand times. I'd be responsible for millions of male orgasms, for a vast river of cum. I'd be part of that great sisterhood of hookers throughout the city, a single, vast, secret, female body spread out the hidden corridors of the city. We take in all the secret sorrows, miseries and desires of the male - as well as a hell of a load of cum!

I think Paul almost got a heart attack when I first started talking crap like this, but to tell the truth, I knew he might be shocked and carefully edited out some of the details I've just told you - especially the blowjob bit, which we'd never actually done together properly. I was beginning to see that that's the way a lot of men are - they want something, but when they get it, it really hits them hard and they can't handle it. They think we're full of some kind of big 'mystery'. I dunno. I think for both sexes it's better not to probe - better not to open that 'seventh door'. You know the story of 'Bluebeard's Castle'? If you don't - get it and read it.

So I reined myself in a bit from then on. The version of this fantasy I created for Paul was that we'd agreed to rent me out for a night to some rich, oversexed guy. The encounter would be filmed for Paul's benefit. I'd talk about this fantasy while jerking him off. There's actually a movie somewhere out there about this. But the real trouble about this whole fantasy thing, about the teasing games we had, was that I just couldn't keep a straight face. I'd just burst into helpless fits of the giggles, especially when he seemed shocked. Maybe that was my safety valve.

But the voyeuristic thing with Paul gradually got more serious. He began discussing the possibility of a threesome involving another guy, or one with another girl, or even a foursome with another couple. Now the thing is, as I've said, I have fantasized from time to time about having two men at once - I'm not sure there's any woman who hasn't - but this is a pretty dangerous thing to do in a marriage. Threesomes, foursomes or any other group sex may work fine for many people, but there's always the danger of things getting out of control and of someone getting hurt. Of course it's a really sexy fantasy - a great one - as long as it remains that way.

Besides, I wasn't interested in sharing Paul with another girl. By this time we'd moved to North America, doing post-grad work at a major university and living in a small apartment in a high-rise near the campus. There was this dark-haired, brown-eyed, pale, skinny chick at the school I knew he fancied and who'd been hitting on him - one of his students. She was a looker all right, I had to admit it, but that was all the more reason why I just couldn't bear the idea of watching Paul and her together. You see - I'm the jealous type.

Nevertheless, Paul kept on nagging me about the threesome thing, and what with his insistence, the photos and his rather elegant erotic drawings (one featuring me and I think you know whom), the idea began to turn me on - I mean really turn me on. I just couldn't help it. If this was what he really wanted, if this was what would satisfy him, why not? Hell, it would be a really horny experience for me too, provided it was the right kind of guy and things didn't get out of hand. I discussed it with him seriously and we decided we'd go for it. The problem was - with whom? By now I was getting a wet crotch thinking about who was going to be the lucky guy to get me next. A couple of mutual friends of ours came round at different times and we began working on them, but I always spoiled it. The fact was, although I liked them, they were such hopeless jerks that the very idea of having sex with them made me burst into giggles. That really upset them (and Paul too). Needless to say, things cooled off because of this and we just forgot about it for a while. Then when it finally happened, it struck like lightening.

I'd a part-time job working in a shop down in the street just beside our high-rise - part of the building really. We didn't need the extra cash. I just wanted to broaden my knowledge of the language and get to know the locals. It was a Monday evening as I remember - the final week of November. This guy came in. He was tall, lean, dark-skinned, with very piercing, black eyes and straight, close-cropped black hair. There was an elegant, sexy sway to his body, and as he casually sauntered down the aisles I just couldn't take my eyes off him. Then I felt the boss glaring at me. 

So this guy came up and paid for his stuff. As I was giving him his change I tried not to look at him, but he gently took hold of my fingers, then released them and ran a single finger in a circle over the back of my hand. I felt an electric tingle and looked up at him, straight into those coal-black eyes. 

I guess I can't really write about this without sounding corny, Yes. I went weak at the knees, my heart started thumping away, I felt dizzy, my crotch went damp and all that crap. Lust at first sight, they call it. Or body chemistry or something.

"I'm Robin," he said, grinning. 

"And I'm Ela - with one 'l'," I said, looking back at him, trying to be casual and 'sultry' at the same time but not sure how to do it. God! I thought, please don't let me start stuttering, stammering, giggling and throwing my arms about, like I always do with guys I fancy. Not now, please. Luckily, other customers were queuing up behind him glaring at us, saving me from making an idiot of myself. The boss looked like a Japanese tragic mask. End of scene.

"See you around babe," he said.

"Hope so - I'm on tomorrow morning, by the way," I said in a low voice, with that 'seductive' smile of mine I've been told turns guys on - very restrained, lips slightly apart, eyes steady. I felt I was being penetrated as I said it.

"OK, see you here then," he said casually. 

I thought my insides were going to burst open like John Hurt's in that 'Alien' movie. 'Excited' doesn't quite describe how I felt. 'Exhilarated' was more like it. No, thank God, I hadn't flipped, I'd kept my cool. But what was I doing? Bad girl, I thought, bad girl, flirting like that. But it's such fun, isn't it?

So next day we met for coffee after I'd finished work, and I eased up with him. We zapped through our life histories and backgrounds. He was of quite mixed descent - part native American, part oriental, part Irish and part something else - Jamaican or something. Whatever it was, it was a cool mix as far as I was concerned. He seemed to have drifted round the whole continent, from Tuktoyaktuk to La Jolla, working here and there as a chef. He also wrote a lot - stories, poetry and so on, and had published some stuff. I told him about Paul, how we both got where we were and so on. The fact that I was married didn't seem to phase him one bit. We just gabbled away, oblivious of everyone else, eyes locked, faces so close we were almost breathing into each other.

He'd been married, had a kid - a little girl. He'd led a bit of a wild life after they'd split and seemed to enjoy telling me about it. From what he said, cunts seemed to slip on and off his cock like rings on fingers. I'm not exactly sure what he was trying to do, but if he was somehow trying to turn me on it was working. He seemed to read me like a book. 

"For me, you're Rob, not Robin." I told him. "You don't dig for worms, you're a bird of prey."

I proposed we meet up the next evening with Paul and go out for a drink or something. He agreed, of course. My panties were soaked when I got home. 

That evening I told Paul I'd met this rather cool guy down in the shop, but didn't elaborate on any details, or dare mention the coffee meeting. Paul was intrigued - as I knew he would be. I'd never told him before about any men I'd been attracted to since we'd met. He eagerly pressed me for more details, but I carefully downplayed the attraction bit for the moment. I felt I was walking on thin ice, so only suggested that Rob was 'kinda interesting' and that Paul might like to meet him. He agreed, and no, I wasn't even thinking at the time of what you may think I was thinking about - well, not consciously at any rate.

Wednesday night. It was unseasonably mild for November, so we dressed lightly. We met up with Rob down in the street and went for a stroll down the 'Sin Strip', checking out the bars. I could see Rob and Paul were eyeing each other up, doing the macho thing. I thought I'd better defuse anything silly, so I suggested, just for a laugh, that we pop into one of the strip clubs. We did. No, I 'd never had any lesbian experiences, but I can and do get turned on by girls - and these were really great. Actually, they were delicious. Of the three of us, Paul, Rob and I, I think I was the one getting most turned on. I desperately wanted to be one of those strippers - to do what they were doing, to strip carefully and slowly in time to that raunchy beat and gradually expose my luscious body, buck naked, vulnerable, richly smelling of hormones, tits sticking out, cunt dripping, legs apart, hips thrusting, before all those leering men. It was a variant of the hooker thing. Those delicious kids would be my sweet, oh ever-so-sweet sisters. Hell, what a way to earn extra cash! Beats that fucking shop any day.

We got to talk to some of the girls and I told them how great I thought they were. And yes, a couple of them were actually post-grads like me. They invited me to join them any time - I had the body for it, they said - all I had to do was learn the routines. Paul wasn't amused. Rob seemed to know quite a few of them. I was beginning to think 'Sin Strip' was 'his territory'.

We went to another bar for a drink afterwards and began to get really canned. We got talking about sex and Rob started boasting about the number of chicks he'd fucked, the number of virgins he'd broken in and so on - I think just to taunt Paul in some way. It turned out he'd 'known' a couple of the strippers we'd met - in the Biblical sense, if you get me. As we got steadily more and more canned, Rob and I started fooling around - flirting, giggling and so on. Paul was watching us like a hawk, but didn't seem to mind. Then he sort of broke in and started this intense conversation with Rob. Like I said, it was quite a warmish evening. I was wearing light shoes - no socks or anything, and I'd already eased my shoes off in the bar. I stretched out one of my bare feet under the table and began caressing Rob's leg. He turned and grinned at me. Paul didn't notice anything. I moved my foot up to Rob's crotch. Yes, there was a decent bulge there and I began working on it with my toes. As you'd guess, what with Paul's fetish, I'd become pretty expert with my feet by now. I watched Rob starting to breathe heavily, struggling to keep up some kind of 'intelligent' conversation with Paul. He reached his hand under the table and began caressing my foot, pulling it into his crotch. He unzipped his fly. My toes reached in and felt this swollen, bald, questing, head-like thing - something like that thing that bursts out of John Hurt's chest in 'Alien'. It was warm and moist. I began working on it with a bit of help from Rob, fixing him with my eyes, my tongue sticking out slightly between my lips. Paul was busy lecturing away about something. I wanted to get both feet up into Rob's crotch and really bring him off, but then somehow I just couldn't keep it up. Paul was being so fucking serious, so totally oblivious of what was going on under the table, the whole thing was just so fucking ridiculous, I suddenly burst out into another fit of the giggles. Rob understood perfectly and also burst out laughing. We were both absolutely fucking helpless for several moments. Paul was looking from one of us to the other, very po-faced, totally mystified. It only made things worse. We fought for breath, gasping desperately, tears streaming down our faces. I can't remember the explanation we finally dug up - something about something really witty Paul had supposedly said. Vanity's a cool thing. He swallowed it. We exchanged phone numbers with Rob and went home.

That night I told Paul that Rob turned me on - that we'd had this 'thing' in the shop when we'd met. I was quite delicate about it, careful to work it into a playful, fantasy game, jerking Paul off while I crooned on about how great it would be to have Rob fuck my brains out while Paul watched. I'm sorry to say I burst into laughter again as he came and had to work pretty hard to soothe his feelings. 

It hit me in the morning - what the hell did I do the other night? What the hell was I thinking about? But the more I thought about it, the more I just had to have Rob fuck me. I just had to try him out, even if just once, just for the record, just to get him out of my system. This was what Paul had wanted after all, wasn't it? And since I really loved Paul, the best way would be the threesome thing. Look's like it's going to happen after all then, I thought. It would be the best way. I had a vision of me stretched out naked on our bed. That cock of Rob's had seemed a real whopper, from what I'd felt with my feet. I imagined it penetrating me while Paul watched, then thought of their two male bodies pressing against mine, of their cum mixing and mingling in my cunt. I felt an intense surge of sheer, burning lust and my cunt started dripping again. I felt dizzy and faint. Steady, I thought, steady, take it easy. Let's go carefully, let's not fuck this up.

I couldn't see Rob on the Thursday - I had the whole day in school - but I rang him up and suggested we go for coffee the next morning, when I knew Paul would be out. Rob agreed of course, but strangely enough, he told me that Paul had rung him up as well and wanted to go for a drink with him that evening. Fine, I thought, the two guys had better get to know each other if they're going to share my body, but I still needed to talk to Rob on his own. I told him not to tell Paul we were going to meet the next morning. He understood.

Friday morning - and there we were back in the café.

"So what's up with Paul?" Rob asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. Doesn't he see what's going on with us?"

Then I told him - everything about Paul's fantasies, about mine, about how Paul wanted to watch me get fucked by another man.

"He must be fucking crazy," Rob said. "Hell, if you were my wife I'd be so fucking jealous of you."

"Yes, but I'm not your wife - I'm his. The thing is, do you want to fuck me or not?" I couldn't believe what I'd just said. There was a pause.

"You like me, don't you?" I said in a low voice, feeling real tense inside.

"Hell babe, of course I do, I think you're terrific."

"Well then?"

"You know I do, babe," he said softy, looking at me intensely.

"Well, this looks like the only way we're gonna do it. Wanna come round and join us tonight? Say about seven?" I looked at him steadily, resting my chin on one hand. 

"Well ... you bet! But are you sure Paul's really up for this?"

"To tell the truth, I'm not sure. Just come up for drinks and we'll play it by ear, OK?"

"OK."

I've never been so tense and nervous in my life as I was all that afternoon. What the hell was I doing? What was I going to do to Paul? My conscience started playing hell with me. I got round it by persuading myself that after all, he was only coming up for drinks, nothing more. Nothing had been set yet. 'Coming' for drinks. I sniggered. So where else is he gonna come? I got a fit of hysterics - and an acute attack of wet crotch.

I prepared a variety of snacks - including a lot of steak tartar. Steak tartar's great with cold vodka - and it gets you horny, believe me. This had always been one of our favorites - Paul and I had actually been guzzling steak tartar and vodka when I'd proposed to him - yes, it had been me!

I checked our supplies - booze - plenty, food - plenty, cigs - more than enough. I got out some decent raunchy albums I could really rock and roll to, then reached into our hiding place in the kitchen and pulled out the dope tin (marked 'lapsang souchong' of course) - we still had some decent sensemilla left over from a trip to Tijuana. I rolled three joints, then got myself ready for the evening. 

I showered, blow-dried my hair, then put on a pair of tight blue jeans - with a broad belt buckle to emphasize my hips. No panties. Why bother? I thought. Then I chose a white T-shirt. No bra either. I wanted my nipples to stick out. I made myself up to the eyeballs, crimson lipstick included, and shook my hair loose. Oh, and no shoes, I decided finally. I always feel more horny going barefoot. And easy on the perfume. Too much kills the smell of pheromones, whatever they say. When I'd finished, I looked at myself in the mirror, hands on hips and gently swinging them from side to side, pelvis thrust out, lips slightly apart, the tip of my tongue just visible. Yep, a real fucking horny slut was staring right back at me. Christ! I thought. What's Paul gonna think when he sees me like this? 

As evening drew on, panic set in again and I poured myself a stiff drink - then another and another. I chain-smoked and paced around the room, then went to the window and looked across at the other high-rise opposite. Many of the people opposite were real exhibitionists - leaving their curtains fully open so all of us on this side could watch them balling each other. No doubt they could see us too, although I always wanted the curtains shut when Paul and I made love. It was real entertaining, mind you, and we liked watching. We had a set of binoculars, which came in pretty handy.

And as I glanced across I could see that it was another lively night. Quite a few of them were going at it full tilt over there. Hmm, I thought, pretty hot stuff - could be a neat way to get the three of us started. I began pacing about again.

Yes, Paul was startled when he saw me, but when I told him Rob was coming up he was staggered.

"You mean he's coming up here?" he panted as if he was about to come.

Then I opened my big mouth again - I just can't help it. 

"I don't know about 'coming' just yet - take it easy!" I burst out laughing.




Trinity Ch. 02



Poor old Paul. Now he was thunderstruck when I told him I'd already discussed the idea of a threesome with Rob. He'd had no idea of our secret meetings.

"Do you think he might be up for it?" asked Paul, with a clear case of the heebie-jeebies. I told him just to calm down and take it easy - just to let things take their course.

Rob turned up around 7 like we agreed. He looked pretty cool - to me at any rate - black leather jacket, crimson shirt, tight blue jeans. I could see his crotch bulging. He'd brought more booze. 

"Hi guys," he said, "how's it going?" 

I gave him a light, innocent kiss - and a quick bang of the hips.

"Great," I replied, with what I hoped was a sexy smile. "Hey man, come over here and see some fun."

He hung up the jacket and kicked his boots off. I poured him a drink, then looking at him steadily, I took his arm and walking backwards, drew him over to the window. Three chairs were set out. I sat him down on one of the end ones. It was show time - a prelude, I hoped.

"Take a look over there," I invited him. "Paul, you got those glasses?" 

Paul went to fetch them while I brought over a bottle of cold vodka and some of the steak tartar from the kitchen. We settled down with me in the middle and watched the goings-on on the other side. There was a really hot foursome in full 'swing' almost directly opposite us. We got steadily tipsier, passing a joint around and laughing and giggling as we fought playfully over whose turn it was with the binocs. The couple exchanged partners and I sensed both Rob and Paul press closer to me. It was working! The pressure of their bodies began to turn me on even more. My cunt was on fire - it was the hub of the goddamn universe. A dark stain was just visible on my crotch. Damn! Didn't think of that.

But I was also getting tense. I didn't want us to spend all our time sitting here watching other people. Then the couples took a break and lay side by side on the bed, legs and feet entangled. Paul, bless him, took the initiative next and offered to show Rob our nude pictures.

I felt a bit nervous as he looked at me spread out there on the floor - like I was on a slab in a meat market or something - but I could see he was getting really aroused. He studied the pictures of me lying back in the bedroom with my legs open. He was breathing heavily. He looked up at me, straight into my eyes. I thought I was going to melt. The dope was beginning to hit me.

"You know, I gotta admit it, I kind of imagined you like this," he said, grinning. "Hey, you guys are getting me all hot - my rod's so stiff it hurts." My heart was beating violently and now I was getting unbearably tense inside. The time was coming to proposition him.

Then came our sex scenes - some expert use of camera timing on Paul's part. Paul dug out his favorite - the one with our four bare feet facing the camera. I watched Rob carefully. How was he going to react?

"Wow, just imagine a third pair of feet in there," Robin blurted out, and giggled. 

No one spoke. I was sweating and felt my heart was going to burst. Was Paul going to say it or was I? No, he was just staring at the picture. It was up to me. I felt almost sick, the tension inside grew even bigger. I felt I was on the edge of a cliff. I knew if I said anything, the 'die would be cast' as they say. Paul and I would never be the same again. So what? I thought. He wanted this - he's the one got me all hot about it. Two guys together! Here's your last chance! Go on! Say it! Rob was looking at me quizzically. I felt I was going to explode - then I suddenly broke down and burst into tears. I looked away from them.

"I want the two of you together..." said a faint, distant voice from some other planet. I recognized it as mine. I looked back at them. Paul was looking at Rob, who grinned. 

"OK, let's do it. I'll just go take a quick shower," he said decisively, and went off to the bathroom. It was done! Relief swept through me. Wow! It was going to happen! I looked at Paul.

So you've got what you wanted, I thought. Man I hope you're going to enjoy this as much as I'm going to. But Paul looked shell-shocked.

"Hey, Rob knows what he's doing all right," I said. "I sure hope you do. Are you sure you want to go through with it?"

Paul didn't seem at all certain. 

"Er... yes..." he stammered, then more strongly - "yes, let's join him in the shower."

We stripped together. When we were both naked, I led him off to the bathroom, my heart thumping crazily. As we went in Rob opened the shower curtain revealing a lean, brown, well-muscled body. Wow! I thought, look who's going to get me tonight! As he ran his eyes up and down my body his cock shot up in three pumps. I almost had a fit of the giggles. Christ! It was a whopper all right - and he was going to impale me on it! Paul and I got in with him.

And there I was - finally naked in the shower with two guys. Paul was between Rob and I, the water cascading down on the three of us. We were intoxicated with the feel of each other's moist, warm, slippery bodies all packed and clinging together in that small, hot space. We all kissed one another, then Paul was all over Rob and I, licking my cunt and sucking on Rob's cock. As he was down there sucking away, Rob and I looked at each other. He shook his head and smiled as if to say 'don't worry babe, I'm saving my full load for you.' He was really making me dizzy again. We leaned over Paul and gave each other a quick, voracious kiss, thrusting our tongues down each other's throats, biting at each other viciously. We backed off as Paul stood up. He'd missed that one. There was a salty taste of blood in my mouth - Christ! fucking delicious - but no pain. Then Paul clutched both of us tightly to himself. We moved up and down together for a moment, then Paul suddenly ejaculated, spraying us with his cum. He was looking at us wildly, from one to the other, laughing hysterically. For a moment, Rob and I really thought he'd flipped.

We got out. The boys dried me together, then one another as I gave my hair a quick blow-dry and fixed my mascara. It was supposed to be waterproof, but it wasn't, not completely.

I led my two studs back towards the main room where the bed was. I was feeling really tense, I was so desperate to get Rob inside me, and I knew there was no stopping now. The time had come. Juice from my cunt was dribbling down my legs. 

As we entered the main room Paul made a move to draw the curtains, but I said no. I ran my hands up and down my body. I felt all on fire inside. Let 'em all see me! I bet I can turn them all on so much they'll be shooting cum from over there onto our windows. Then I went straight to the bed and threw myself down, spreading my legs like I'd done in the photo Rob seemed to like so much. Paul gestured to Rob to go ahead. Nice one pal! I thought. Rob lay down beside me, his warm, hard body pressing against mine as he leaned over and began sucking on my nipples. Then his firm hands kneaded my hips as he drew his tongue down between my tits, down to my stomach and stuck it into my belly button. I felt a delicious shiver run through me and squealed. I could see his cock, long, thick and quivering. Wow! Was he finally going to stick that thing into me? I caught a glimpse of Paul standing to one side, a tragic look on his face. What the hell was the matter with him? This had been his idea, and the very fact he was watching us was turning me on even more. I now wanted him to see me get well and truly laid as much as he'd said he did. I'd never been at such a peak of excitement. I felt a twinge of regret, but angrily dismissed it. Fuck you, I thought. I'm going for it.

"Come on Rob," I wanted to say. "Fuck my brains out before he changes his fucking mind." 

Rob eased himself between my legs and I squeezed him between them. Then I felt him grasp my hips again and move downwards slightly. I felt some pressure beneath my clit, then something huge thrust itself into me. I felt I'd been impaled, and gasped, clutching Rob's back desperately to ease the pain. I felt if I clung to him tightly enough, I could just about stand it. Then somehow, it seemed OK. I looked straight into those dark eyes. Our lips met and I felt our tongues touch - very, very delicately.

"Hold on babe, let's ride," he breathed into me. 

He started thrusting, slowly and powerfully. I couldn't help crying out with each thrust. I felt he was skewering me straight through the bed, but something incredible was happening. Some great bubble was steadily rising from deep inside my womb - something I'd never felt before. Then I caught another glimpse of Paul watching with mouth agape and eyes wide. I squeezed Rob's bare feet between mine.

Go on sweetheart, I thought. Take a good look. Lick 'em if you want!

I forgot about him and concentrated on matching Rob's powerful rhythm and on that bubble inside me that got bigger and bigger, near to bursting. Suddenly, Rob began a series of short, rapid thrusts, tickling the bubble, tickling it till...it burst! I screamed and clutched his sweating back, hearing him groan in satisfaction. He thrust in deep once, then twice and I felt something touch the core of my womb, like a node of bright fire, fusing our flesh together. I can't describe how I felt - I was just out of it, swirling wildly through some vast forest. I felt the pulsing of his thick cock and the warm throb of his ejaculation. My womb seemed to be in spasm, trying to suck every last drop of sperm out of him, make it all part of me. Our mouths and tongues melted in a deep kiss, and we rocked back and forth as this incredible feeling just kept rushing through us like a great wind, going on and on, and then incredibly, it began to swell up even more. Rob was thrusting quickly again, then rammed that pole of muscle back in deep, back to the end of my womb again. The explosion this time was just too much. I think I burst into tears - sheer ecstasy tinged with regret for how Paul must be feeling. So I clung to Rob all the more desperately, wanting to forget everything by completely fusing myself with that warm, deliciously hard male body on top of me. For what seemed like an age, we rocked back and forth, back and forth, a single fiery ball of flesh spinning through endless brilliant, wild pine forests. Gradually, we came down to earth. I gave a sigh, caressing his legs with my feet. I knew I'd had some different kind of orgasm, probably more than one. All I can say is I'd never felt anything like it before. It had been the greatest fuck of my life so far, although I couldn't tell Paul that. 

After that I let Paul come and take me. He gave my cunt a good lick, then made Rob lie down with us. It felt fantastic being held by two male bodies and having another guy come inside me again so soon - a different load of cum shooting into me and mixing with the first. I was on fire again and clung to Paul tightly, wanting to comfort him, wanting to thank him for such a terrific experience. I wasn't sure if I really came again or if my body was still pulsing with that previous orgasm. When the three of us finally disentangled, I got up and decided to put on some real heavy, raunchy, sexy music. Paul had always wanted this but somehow I'd always been too embarrassed. Now I didn't give a fuck. I wanted a really good balling.

And I got it. To tell the truth, what with the dope and all, I don't remember much of the rest of the night, except that the sex was terrific. We all went pretty wild. We were just a writhing mass of flesh, our limbs coiling around each other like snakes. I did it countless times with Rob. Paul seemed to want this - but I made sure he shot his load into me too as often as he wanted. It was terrific being the filling in a thick, juicy love sandwich, embedded from below and above in male flesh. We finally collapsed together in a sticky, sweaty heap and lay there, bushwhacked. The bed seemed sodden with sweat and cum, my cunt throbbed and ached, but I didn't mind. I was euphoric. For the first time in my life I'd really had my brains fucked out. We all passed out.

I awoke with a delicious feeling of being sandwiched between two warm, hard, male bodies. At first I though it was just a sleepy fantasy, but then I looked up and suddenly remembered everything. Christ! It's real! We gradually started moving and feeling each other up. I reached for their two cocks, feeling them gently stiffen in each hand as Paul and Rob kissed me deeply, then kissed each other. My cunt moistened. I don't normally waken quickly, but the situation gave me an electric shock. I was totally wanton, lascivious, ready to offer myself again as filling in another thick, sexy, juicy Big Mac.

Damn, it didn't quite happen right away. Paul suddenly broke off and reached for the vodka, poured us each a stiff one, then decided he needed a cigarette.

"Oops, we've run out," he said. "I'll just pop out quickly and get some more."

Rob and I looked at each other, perplexed. I rolled my eyes - what the fuck's he doing? First-thing-in-the-morning sex is terrific - my body felt deliciously soft, languorous, hungry for penetration, and Rob knew it. 

"Sure," he told Paul, then turned towards me and began running his hands up and down my body, fanning the flames.

"Don't you two do anything till I get back," Paul said. "Promise?"

"OK, OK, OK."

As soon as he'd dressed and gone, Rob reached down and began fingering my clit. I moaned and opened my knees. Rob edged himself between my legs and grasped me by the hips. I felt the light brush of his cock against the hairs of my cunt. I shivered. Then I felt a sudden pang. No. I just couldn't do it with Paul gone. I'd be betraying him. I wanted Rob inside me more than anything else, but something held me back. Watching me getting laid was one thing, but I knew Paul would never forgive me if I did it when he wasn't there. I loved him so much, I wouldn't be able to 'come' with him on my conscience.

"No, no!" I cried out. "Not without Paul here!" Rob drew back.

"Why not, babe?" he whispered softly. "Let's get in a quick one - he won't know."

"Yes he will. He's not that stupid - he knows me. I'll look and feel like I've just been fucked and anyway, he'll smell it on me."

"Look babe," he said tenderly, running his hands over my breasts and hips, "you're both the coolest and hottest chick I've ever known - if you know what I mean. I love you. Really - I mean that. I want us to do it together on our own, just once, just the two of us, without any spectators." He was breathing heavily.

Damn, I thought, I wanted that too. I didn't believe the 'love you' bit, but I knew he felt something for me, as I did for him. I know we just 'the hots' for each other, but whatever, I also desperately wanted to do it with him on our own, just once, intimately, without providing entertainment for others. I felt Rob and I should have at least one chance to discover something more intimate about each other before we parted. After all, I reasoned, trying to convince myself, desperately trying to stifle that little shrill squeak of conscience that had seemed so loud just a moment before, we've already fucked ourselves stupid, all three of us. What difference would it make? What harm would it do if he and I had a 'quickie'? But I didn't want just a 'quickie'. Despite that last torrid night, I felt I was still holding something back. I wasn't sure if Rob and I would meet up again after this encounter and he'd been such a terrific lay, I'd made up my mind to give him that something - something Paul might not understand.

"We can't do it right now - he'll be back any moment," I whispered quickly, looking at the door. I could hear Paul's footsteps. 

"Are you coming back this evening?" I asked, looking back at him, straight into his eyes, willing him to say yes.

"If you want me to." The key rattled and the door opened.

"I want. I'm not sure about Paul yet but I'll get him to agree to it. Meantime I'll think of something," I panted urgently, running my hands down his back. "But now he's here - give me a good one!"

Paul came into the room.

"What's this? What's this?" he said in mock surprise, grinning. "My darling, precious child-wife in bed with another man?" He was tearing his clothes off.

You bet, I thought, and about to get it good and hard again, I hope. 

Rob looked at him. "OK if your wife and I do it now? There's nothing quite like a first-thing-in-the-morning fuck." 

"Yes, yes! Go ahead! Please!" Paul croaked, his cock stiff as a bayonet.

Watch carefully, darling, I thought. Enjoy yourself - and take a tip or two!

Once more I felt Rob's warm, swollen cock brush the hairs of my dripping cunt, then that delicious push as he penetrated me, filling me up inside. Oh God! At last! It was terrific! I began matching the thrust of my hips to the rhythm of his movement. We were greatly at ease with each other now, and could feel exactly at what point the other was at by the rhythm of our breathing and the tension in each other's bodies. Paul and I had never had this rapport. Rob grunted loudly with each thrust he gave and I gasped, flexing my hips in response. I felt we were making this sexual counterpoint for Paul's benefit and almost had a fit of the giggles. I couldn't see where he was, but then suddenly felt him licking and kissing my bare feet and running his hands over them. That great bubble was swelling up inside me and I forgot about him. Our grunts and gasps got louder and louder.

"Now, Rob," I panted. I felt his cock move rapidly back and forth inside me till it suddenly pricked the bubble. I clutched Rob tightly as it burst. We both moaned loudly as his cock throbbed deep inside and he shot his load into me. We rocked back and forth, our hearts thudding together, something deep, warm and inexplicably delicious flowing through our bodies. I heard another loud groan from the foot of the bed and felt something warm splash on my bare feet, but couldn't be bothered to think what it was - this utterly deep, delicious feeling just kept shooting through me in waves, fusing Rob and I together.

I don't know how long it went on for but in the end, it slowly subsided. I felt something heavy crash on top of us and gasped. It was Paul. He enfolded us both in his arms and began rocking along with us. Christ! I'd forgotten about him. Rob eased off slightly to the side. I raised my head and gave Paul a long, lingering kiss. Did you enjoy that, sweetheart? I thought at him. It was all for you, you know, all for you.

Rob eased himself further off me, gently withdrawing that marvelous, expert cock of his. It was Paul's turn to enter me, which he did so urgently, pulling both of us into him. He felt surprisingly big and hard after Rob. The feeling of both male bodies pressing tightly into mine excited me powerfully, and as Paul thrust deeply in and out and the three of us rocked back and forth together I felt myself coming again. I did so - a smooth and intense feeling, warm and delicious as before, that flooded me with the raw nakedness of both men. At that point I wanted to devour them both, take them into me and absorb them completely. Our combined bodies moved slowly and lazily together round and round in a circle. Then I sensed Paul had been crying. I felt a pang of terrible sorrow and kissed him deeply. He'd given me such a terrific time - I wanted to thank him, to tell him how grateful I was, that I loved him more than ever. How could I ever have been so cruel?

Oh God! I thought. What the hell's going on here? This is enough. Time to take a break. I was ravenous anyway. We needed to eat and get out of this place for a while.

I got up and ordered both men to shower up and get dressed. Paul just lay there on the bed, lethargic and immobile. I wanted us to get the showering and dressing done as quickly as possible, so without thinking, I skipped off with Rob to the shower.




Trinity Ch. 02



I turned the water on and got in with him. We began fooling around like a couple of kids, splashing each other and laughing hysterically. I took the bottle of shower gel and held it against my crotch, then with my legs apart, I began thrusting with my hips.

"Look! I've had a sex change! See the size of my dick! Oh God! I'm ejaculating! I'm ejaculating!" I shrieked with laughter, squirting shower gel at him from my crotch. 

He seized me and kissed me as the water cascaded down on us. His hand reached down and he began massaging my clit again. 

"Oh Rob, that tickles! No - not here, not now!" I giggled, trying to push him off. "Jesus, man, you're so fucking insatiable, can't you take a break?"

"Not from a girl like you!" he laughed, seizing hold of me and pressing my body against his. The water splashed loudly and ran down our faces. We kissed again and I felt his rigid cock press against my stomach. 

"Look man, just ease off," I breathed in his ear. "Paul isn't with us. He'd be so hurt"

But he didn't ease off. He slid his hands round and grasped my buttocks, then lifted me up and pushed me against the wall of the cubicle. I'm no lightweight. I'd no choice but to hold on to him tightly or he'd drop me.

"God! Man, what the fuck are you doing?"

"Oh babe, you're so fucking delicious," he breathed hoarsely. Now I could feel the tip of his cock brushing against the lips of my cunt.

"No Rob, please," I gasped. But it was no good. He gave a sudden, firm push, then oh God! - he was in! I tightened my grip around his neck and wrapped my legs tightly around his body, pulling him in lest we both slip and fall. He began a series of quick, violent thrusts, banging me against the wall with each thrust, his hands digging deeply into my buttocks. I clung to him desperately and wanted to cry out, but he thrust his tongue into my mouth, stifling my cries. Then he suddenly stiffened and rammed me to the wall, almost nailing me to it. I wanted to scream. He shuddered and I felt the powerful throb of his cock deep inside me again. Bright showers of water cascaded around us. We held for several moments, then slowly relaxed. He gently withdrew his dripping cock and eased me to the floor. Cum was dribbling down my legs. It must have lasted all of ten seconds. Then we suddenly lost control, and slipped and slithered down to the floor.

"Fuck you, you fucking horny bastard," I panted as we lay in a helpless tangle, the water beating heavily down on us. Then I burst into peals of helpless laughter. I was hysterical. This whole thing was just too fucking much.

We got out and dried each other. Paul came in and entered the cubicle, happily unaware of what had just happened there. When he came out and got dressed, we made breakfast - shoving down several shots apiece of neat vodka with our coffee. Then we went out.

It was a dark, cloudy day, but I felt euphoric. There was a glorious, delicious ache in my cunt. I'd had such a terrific time and as we marched around the park I felt completely in love with them both. I forced them to march in step, hugging them close, then dragged them about, kissing them alternately and fooling around like some stupid, crazy kid. Yes, I thought. My brains have been fucked out all right. Rob seemed to be enjoying it but Paul was silent and moody.

We had lunch back at the apartment. Rob had to go back to his place that afternoon. It was actually Paul who asked Rob if he was coming round again that night.

"Do you want me to?"

"You bet!"

Paul hugged him then went off to the kitchen for another drink. I grabbed Rob's collar and gave him a lightning kiss - a quick injection of tongue. 

"You absolutely sure about this evening?" he whispered, panting.

"Come round. We'll figure something. Just find a place for us," I breathed.

He left. Paul, thank God, had missed this one too.

But then I wasn't sure. My conscience started playing up again and I found myself torn in two. What the hell was I doing? I loved Paul so much, how could I do this to him? But after all that had happened, did one more fuck really matter? I mean, I suppose we could've had a quickie that morning when Paul was out. He might not have sensed it - we hadn't showered yet. All right, OK, OK - there'd been that shower thing, but we'd washed up and anyway, was that a really proper fuck - the way I wanted it? No, I hadn't 'come', it had just been a kind of consensual rape - we hadn't yet done it 'properly'. I'll try to get Paul to let Rob and I go out for a drink together, and we'll just talk about things - nothing more. But my crotch felt damp all afternoon just imagining Rob and I making out again - in private, in our own time. I felt more and more sick with desire and anticipation. By the time evening drew near I'd completely stifled my conscience. I was up and ready for it

I began getting ready about 5. I showered, then decided to wear something similar to what I'd worn the previous night - it had seemed to work well enough - T-shirt, no bra, tight black jeans this time, black leather, high-heel boots (I hate these things, but we were going out, weren't we?). No socks or tights, but the black G-string - yeah! Even with black jeans I just didn't trust my cunt - I was so excited, it was so sticky down there. The G-string wasn't much protection of course. It was only a gesture - really for Rob's benefit. Believe it or not, Paul hadn't seen it yet. I'd bought it on impulse at an 'adult' store but hadn't worn it - I'd been too shy. Now the make-up. Looking back on it, I think I slightly overdid the mascara - but it worked, so what the hell. I shook my hair loose, added a final touch of perfume, then began pacing around the flat again like a panther, trying not to appear too tense and nervous. Paul was the same - he was obviously anticipating another wild night together.

Rob came around 7. I had to get rid of Paul for a moment so Rob and I could make up our minds what to do. I managed to send him off for some more smokes and booze. It was easy. I simply approached him, grasped his shirt collar with both hands, drew him to me and tongued him lightly. He wilted.

"Could be another long, hot night, sweetheart," I hissed, breathing into his mouth. "We're gonna need some fuel." He dashed off like an obedient puppy. 

Rob and I sat down on the sofa. He pulled me towards him and kissed me. We snogged like a couple of kids in a movie theater for a few moments, tonguing each other almost viciously. We drew apart, panting heavily.

"So what's it gonna be then, sweetheart?"

"I dunno." I faltered, struggling with that last little tweak of conscience as I tottered on the edge. "I've got to think of Paul. This could kill him." Tears came to my eyes.

Rob didn't reply. He was watching me closely. Then I felt a sudden surge of claustrophobia. I had to get out of the apartment for a bit. 

"Anyway," I said decisively, "let's get out of here for a while and think about it."

"What's there to think about? We agreed we wanted to do it together and alone - just once. Now's the time."

"But where?" I asked. "Your place? I've told you, it's a bit far - we won't have much time and I don't just want another quick bang. If you're going to fuck me, I want you to do it properly. So where?"

"Don't worry, babe," he replied. " I've fixed everything like I said I would - you'll see."

"But where?" I insisted. I could hear Paul at the door.

We dashed into the kitchen - 'as-you-were mode'.

"Let's just go for a drink first. Then I'll tell you."

I took hold of his arm.

"OK, but I dunno how to persuade Paul to let us go out together, even for a short time."

As it turned out, we had little trouble persuading Paul to let both of us go for a 'short walk'. I promised him we'd be back soon and then we'd all 'get down to business'. He seemed puzzled. I really don't know what he must have been thinking. How could he have been so dumb?

Before we went out, I fixed my mascara which had got smudged, then put on my long, black leather 'maxi' coat. I'd never worn it much - I thought it emphasized my rather wide hips - but Paul always told me I looked very sexy in it. It was old, but with 'The Matrix' and all that, it had sort of come back into fashion again. After all, this was still November and I wasn't wearing much. I left the coat unbuttoned, letting my nipples stick out from under my flimsy white T-shirt. The coat had always been a bit tight in front anyway. 

Paul was now gazing at us with this woeful expression on his face, his mouth open. Maybe he did suspect something.

"Please don't be long," he begged. Christ! Now I really had to get out of that apartment. The atmosphere was getting tense and oppressive.

We told him again and again not to worry, that we'd be back in half an hour or so. We finally exited the apartment and the door closed with a fateful 'click'. No going back now, I thought. I prayed it wouldn't be too cold, or that Rob would drag me halfway round the city.

We strode quickly down the corridor and into the elevator. As we went down, he looked at me.

"You look real sexy tonight, babe," he said.

"I always do." I smiled, tilting my chin slightly and giving him what I hoped was a provocative look.

He grinned at me. "I feel like we're a couple of kids out on a first date."

"Then we shouldn't keep Daddy waiting too long at home, darling" I replied.

"We won't, babe. We'll be back before midnight - or we'll turn into pumpkins."

I giggled.

A strong, warm wind was blowing as we left the building. Low clouds were racing over the sky. The air was crystal clear and smelt deliciously fresh. The lights of the city sparkled. I felt vigorous, excited and just a bit nervous, - what was going to happen? My crotch felt really damp.

"Where are we going?" I asked, "back to that bar on the High Street?"

"No," he replied. "Just in here."

"Here?" I was surprised. It was the bar next to our building. I'd never been in it before. Paul and I had never bothered. Our favorite had always been the bar on the top floor of that real tall building opposite ours. There was decent jazz there, and you could sit and drink and watch the whole city laid out before you like this great, sparkling matrix. We'd never even thought of this one down here. It wasn't big or flashy, but from the outside, looked rather classy and secluded. The entrance was slightly below street level. A couple of Bud signs flashed red and blue through the downstairs windows.

"You know this place?" I asked him.

"Sure," he replied. "The owner's my buddy."

I paused in front of it and glanced up. On the second floor a soft, diffuse crimson light shone through double windows. They were veiled with lace curtains hanging in folds. I'd often wondered what lay behind them.

"What's up there?" I asked him.

"Well...er...you know we're just by the Sin Strip?" he replied. "It's a sort of... well... you know...rendezvous."

"For whom?" I must have sounded so naïve.

"Er...hookers and their johns," he stated blandly. "Let's go in."

My heart was beating as we descended the few steps to the entrance. Rob opened the door for me and we went in. It looked lie a normal bar inside - nothing special. Several round tables and quite a few customers sitting in two's and three's. Mostly guys, plus four or five women - pretty flashy looking compared to me, or so I thought. Was this place just a straight 'make-out' singles joint or were they 'pros'? I sensed the conversation drop as I entered, and several pairs of eyes turn to look at me. Rob greeted some of the clients, then led me to an empty table further inside.

"What's it gonna be?" he asked.

"You know me. Double vodka straight - with ice."

I still felt the other customers looking at me. They glanced away if I tried to catch their eyes.

Rob was back in a moment with my vodka, and a double whiskey for himself.

"Hey doll, do you mind if I have a quick word with my buddy Jim - the guy behind the bar? It won't take long."

"No problem," I replied.

I draped my coat over the chair, then sat down. I leaned back, stretched my legs out and lit a cigarette, trying to look cool. Rob was whispering to the bartender, who grinned, glanced quickly at me then looked back at Rob. Again, I felt the other customers were somehow sizing me up. The men would glance at me, then turn to each other and whisper, sniggering. The women seemed to look at me coldly, but maybe I was just imagining all this. Rob came back. He carried a bottle of vodka.

"Sorry about that. Everything OK?" he asked.

"Sure. Hey, you're bringing some fuel." 

"Could be another long, hot night, sweetheart," he grinned.

We talked for a while over a couple more drinks. I got light-headed, vivacious and giggly. He put his arm round me and I cuddled into him. He leaned over and kissed me powerfully. Our hot, moist tongues tangled, exploring the insides of each other's mouths, pushing down each other's throats. I drew back, breathless, my heart pounding.

"Look Rob, are you going to fuck me or not?" I said, dead serious, fixing him with my eyes. "And if so, when and where? We can't keep Paul waiting much longer - he'll get suspicious."

"Listen, honey, I've a key to that room upstairs. Let's go up there now."

"What? Up there?" My heart missed a beat. I felt a sudden choking surge of wanton lust, my cunt was dripping. "What the hell do you think I am? A hooker?"

"You told me that's what you wanted to be - now's your chance. Let's go, doll."

The other customers grinned at each other as we made our way towards the back of the bar. My heart thumped and I felt dizzy as we climbed the winding stairs leading to that upstairs room. What was I doing? How many real hookers had walked this way? And now I was one of them! The room had an ornate, paneled door. Rob unlocked it and we entered.

I was taken aback. The room was plush and softly carpeted, with a couple of armchairs, a dresser and a large bed in the center. The crimson glow came from a lamp at the far end of the room. But what got me was that there were several large, full-length mirrors on each wall and - believe it or not - one on the ceiling, directly over the bed.

"I don't believe it," I gasped, laughing.

"Try the bed," Rob suggested.

I threw my coat over an armchair and sat on the edge of the bed. Unexpectedly, I bobbed rhythmically up and down. I thought I heard a faint splashing sound.

"Fucking hell! What's this?"

"A waterbed," laughed Rob. "Haven't you ever got laid on one?"

"No, never."

"Well, that'll be a first for you then. Let's do it."

I pulled off my boots, then stood up and advanced barefoot towards Rob. We enfolded each other in a wild, wanton kiss. Our faces were moist with sweat. I ran my hands through his hair as our tongues curled round each other. He did the same with mine, then his hands ran down my back, under my arms and up to my tits. He gently massaged each tit, then his hands passed to my hips, massaging them firmly for a moment, then reached under my T-shirt and undid my belt buckle. He drew my jeans back over my buttocks, then grasped my ass and pulled me rhythmically against him. I undid his belt buckle, unzipped his fly and reached inside for his cock. I grasped it. It was hard, thick, and moist. I took one of his hands and guided it to my crotch. He reached under the G-string and began feeling my clit. My cunt was ready to explode. We swayed together for a moment

"Mmmmmm," I mumbled through our kiss, then drew back from him. We were gasping for breath, our chests rising and falling. I looked into his dark, glittering eyes. 

"Let's do this properly." I said

"Normally the client calls the shots," said Rob, grinning. "But this time I agree."

We tore our remaining clothes off, dumped them on the armchair, then stood looking at each other again. It was fantastic. In the crimson light, Rob's lean, muscular body looked almost black. My now dark-looking hair tumbled wildly over my lightly crimsoned skin, my eyes appeared as black as his, and the heavy mascara made me look like some kind of demoness. I'd left the G-string on. I placed my hands on my hips and stood with my legs apart, thrusting my pelvis back and forth, the tip of my tongue between my lips. He was mesmerized. Our naked bodies were multiplied by the various mirrors. As we advanced towards each other and kissed again, several other identical couples did exactly the same thing. It was like being part of some great, pagan fertility dance. 

I stood like a goddess with legs apart and hands on hips as he licked my ears, then under them, then kissed my eyes and worked his way down past the sides of my nose, mouth (a quick viper-like flash of his tongue between my lips), chin, breastbone, tits (carefully sucking each nipple), then down between them to my belly (another quick sting in my belly-button). He gently lowered the G-string and sucked on my clit, then carefully licked my cunt, savoring the juices. He slowly drew the G-string down and I stepped out of it. He stood up.

I pushed him off playfully and threw myself back on the bed. I bobbed up and down wildly for several moments and promptly got a hysterical fit of the giggles.

"Ooooh! This is fun," I almost choked.

He joined me on the bed and we wrestled, crawled, wriggled and bounced about like a couple of kids for a few moments, laughing our guts out. Then I lay down in the middle of the bed and spread my legs wide. He moved up between them and tongued my clit again, then drew my legs in and kissed the inside of each leg all the way down. He lifted both legs and began gently licking my bare feet all over, sucking on the toes. Then he suddenly tickled the soles with his tongue. I shrieked with laughter.

"That tickles!" I gasped. "God! You're getting as bad as Paul." I wound my legs around his waist and drew him down on top of me.

"We're on our own at last." I said. "This is between you and me now. Fuck me now, and fuck me good and hard."

He grasped my hips firmly and looked into my eyes. I felt the moist swollen head of his cock brush the hairs of my cunt, then he pushed it smoothly forward, parting the lips, and entered me. I gasped. I could see myself grasp his dark back in the mirror above the bed. We began trying to rock back and forth, but every time he thrust into me the wave-like movement of the waterbed cancelled out our movement, making made us bob up and down. I giggled helplessly. 

"Oh fuck! This is weird," I laughed. "I won't get much of a bang this way."

"Takes a bit of getting used to, sweetheart" he chuckled. "Don't worry. You'll soon get the hang of it. We've got to get our rhythm in sync with the bed."

It wasn't easy. We bobbed and rocked about helplessly, as did the other black and crimson bodies around us, the water splashing beneath us. In the mirror above I saw my hair spilled out, my wide-open demonic eyes over his dark shoulders and his shining dark buttocks twisting between my thighs, I drew my hands down his smooth back, grasped his buttocks, then passed one hand between them and fingered his anus delicately. He moaned, then rose, reached down and drew my legs up around his neck. He pushed his thighs against my buttocks and thrust in, deeper than ever before. I cried out. Oh God! I thought, his cock's going to emerge through my throat. I gripped his head tightly between my thighs as he grunted, louder and louder. Huge, slow bounces up and down. I was desperately excited, the bubble inside me was swelling fast, and I started yelling.

"Oh Rob, Rob! I'm coming! I'm coming!"

He began his quick, vigorous thrusts. We tumbled about in complete chaos, then I yelled and clutched him tightly as that huge, terrific bubble burst inside me again, melting our flesh together. He gave a loud groan and once more I felt that powerful throbbing of his cock deep inside me and that warm thrilling gush as his cum shot into my womb. With a sigh, I gently eased my legs over his shoulders and drew them down, caressing his buttocks and legs with my feet. We let our fused bodies rock gently to the shape of the waves, in sync with the waves of orgasmic fire pulsing through us. 




Trinity Ch. 02



We didn't disengage but lay there for some time in full sexual contact, his cock buried deep inside my cunt, and just talked. Our lips were almost touching and we breathed our words into each other. About everything, about our lives, about this situation, and about Paul. When his name came up, I felt a deep chill. I'd simply put him out of my mind for now, but he was back there, waiting for us. I'd have to think of some excuse before we got back.

"You know, Ela, he's kinky - I mean, really weird. He doesn't know how to look after a girl like you. He doesn't deserve you. You're too good for him. How long are you going to put up with his shit?"

I began crying. 

"I love him. You just don't understand."

He kissed me gently. 

"Well, like I told you before, he'll just get worse. If you can put up with the lifestyle, fine. But sooner or later one of you is going to get badly hurt."

"Don't you think this fling of ours - the three of us I mean - is just a one-off thing?"

"I wouldn't bet on it, babe," he said firmly. "Trouble is, he's got some deep problems, and you're not his shrink. Don't put up with it. Get out while you can. Come and hook up with me"

"I can't - not at the moment," I replied sadly.

"Well, that's up to you. But I gotta tell you this - somehow, from what I know, I don't think you guys are going to stay together for long. I don't think you're suited. If you do decide to make a go of it for a while, make it clear you won't take any more of his shit. Oh - and another thing..."

"What?"

"For fuck's sake don't tell him anything about tonight. What we did tonight is none of his business - it's between you and me only. He'll push you - but don't give in. He'll only give you endless bloody hell afterwards, got that?"

"Got it." 

As we were talking, we made ourselves bob up and down from time to time. Then I felt something swell up inside me and he began gently thrusting into me. I had another desperate fit of the giggles. I was hopeless. 

"Oh Jesus Christ!" I laughed. "I'd forgotten that goddamn thing was still in there."

We eased each other towards another smooth, powerful climax. I was getting the hang of this waterbed thing now. They're no good for hard, vicious fucks, but great for slow, smooth intense ones.

After a while we disengaged and each of us went for a piss, Rob first, then me.

When I got back he was standing in the middle of the room facing me as I came in, legs slightly apart, bare feet firmly planted in the soft carpet His arms were by his sides and his cock was stiffly erect again, almost pointing at the ceiling. Christ! Doesn't it ever just hang down? I asked myself. Was he born with a permanent hard-on? He was looking at me seriously, in a way I hadn't seen before. 

"What's up?" I asked.

"Hey doll, are you a high-class hooker now or not?" he asked me sternly.

"Yes, totally. For you, for now," I said softly, lowering my eyes.

"Well then - you know the game. As I said, the client calls the shots. There's something I want you to do for me."

"What's that?"

"I want a blowjob, A proper one - if you know what I mean."

"You know I've never done that before."

"Well now's your chance. I've been your sex slave for over twenty-four hours, now it's your turn. Hookers must have given thousands of blowjobs right here where we're standing. You're one of them now - so give it to me."

And so I did. Why the hell not, after all that had already happened? No, this guy wasn't my husband, I probably wouldn't see him again after this weekend, but he'd been such a terrific lover I just wanted to keep part of him forever, I wanted this guy's cum to become part of me, that I would digest it and make it part of my flesh. My hooker fantasy had become real, but Paul would never, never know. 

So I knelt down in front of him and carefully and lovingly gave a man a proper, terrific blowjob for the first time in my life. Just because I 'd never gone the whole way yet didn't mean I didn't know how to do it.

I looked up at him, then down at his cock. I placed my hands on his buttocks, drew my hand round over his hips, then grasped his cock and kissed it. I sucked at the end of it with my lips a couple of times, quickly, playfully, then gently drew back the foreskin. His dark, swollen mushroom was moist. For some moments I delicately licked it, gently pushing my tongue into the slit at the tip. He groaned. I felt the salty taste of pre-cum. Then my lips parted and I took his thick, dark mushroom deep into my mouth, sucking on it firmly. It filled my mouth completely. He gave a gasp, grabbed my hair and pulled me closer towards his crotch. My face brushed against his pubic hair. The smell was intoxicating. I reached for his buttocks, caressed them firmly, then ran my hands down his legs, right the way to his feet, drawing his cock downwards. I caressed his feet, ran my hands up again along his legs, then with one hand cupping his balls and the fingers of the other in his asshole, I began sucking more and more vigorously, drawing back slightly when necessary to avoid gagging whenever he thrust forwards. When I did this I would tease his glans with my tongue, running it up and down underneath, then tickling the tip. 

"Fucking hell! This is great! This is great!" he grunted between thrusts. 

He spread his legs wider apart, bending his knees and thrust slowly back and forth. I caught a glimpse of us in the mirror. Wow, what a sight! My crimson body with wild hair, kneeling before his dark one whose eyes were shut as he threw his head back and forth, grunting louder and louder.

"Here it comes, babe, here it comes. Get ready for it! Ah, babe, babe!"

His body stiffened and he pulled me roughly forward, twisting my hair as his thick mushroom began throbbing. I pressed my face into his belly as a warm gush of cum shot out into my mouth and squirted down my throat. Desperate not to choke, I began gulping it down as fast as I could, gently squeezing his balls as he ejaculated so I could draw out as much spunk as possible. A bit like liquid yogurt I thought, but warm and faintly salty. Christ! How much of the stuff did this guy have in him? I didn't spill a drop. He gently eased off and I released his cock with a light 'pop'. Then I stood up and kissed him with all the passion I could muster.

We released each other. He grasped my shoulders and gazed into my eyes.

"Well, if that was your first time, all I can say is: hey, you're a natural. I think you're the sexiest girl I've ever had - a real first-class love machine. You've a magic gift, you know that?"

"And you, pal, are one hell of a stud!" I said slowly, deeply and softly as I returned his gaze.

I lost count how many times we did it after that. He gave it to me doggy-fashion for the first time in my life, I rode him a couple of times (the bed was good for this, but you can't control the rhythm too well) plus a couple of other positions I'd never thought of - but I know about them now all right. He was absolutely fucking insatiable. My memory of the rest of that evening is just a confusion of crimson and dark brown bodies squirming, twisting and turning around on that waterbed. I think I bit him pretty good. He had marks on his neck and shoulders, and there were traces of blood on the coverlet. I didn't want to hurt him - just eat him up.

Our grand finale was a terrific sixty-niner. He went down on my cunt (God! his tongue felt as long as his cock), then sucked at my clit so strongly I though it would soon match his cock in size. I took the full force of his cock from below. I remember his asshole bobbing up and down above my face and his heavy balls swinging back and forth as we twisted from side to side. He did a great job on me as we bobbed up and down. I almost burst apart as I came and had to be careful not to bite his cock off - that wouldn't have done us any good at all! With a long 'mmmmmmm' I concentrated on gulping down the terrific load he shot into me again. Where did it all come from? He must have some kind of invisible, inner pipe connecting him to a sperm bank, I thought. Yes, that must be it.

After that one we were totally, utterly, completely shagged out. We lay side by side for about ten minutes, holding hands, our legs and feet entangled. I felt myself drifting off to sleep. 

With a start, I shook myself awake. I looked at him. He was far gone, sleeping that delicious sleep of the 'just after'. I got up and went to check my watch, which I'd kept in the pocket of my jeans.

"Oh Jesus H. Christ!" I screamed, jerking him violently awake. "It's half past fucking eleven! Paul must be going fucking bananas! Come on, let's get the hell out of here!"

We pulled our clothes on somehow and I dragged him back to our apartment. Thank God the elevator was empty - a delicious, pungent smell of sex filled it as we went up. Oh damn! I'd left that fucking G-string behind in that room. Never mind. It'd served its purpose. Some other sister can have it. Share and share alike.

"God! We stink," I said, giggling. "I hope Paul doesn't notice."

"Remember what I said - not a word."

I'd taken a good swig of vodka before we left, in case Paul kissed me and tasted the fresh cum in my mouth.

He was a disaster when we came back. He must have been sitting there, drinking and crying for the last four hours. I was crushed, devastated. The enormity of what I'd done to him hit me at that moment. There was no point making excuses. There was no use hiding it. He wormed it out of us - at least, where we'd been, what the place was and the fact we hadn't exactly been playing tiddlywinks. But something perverse inside me made me mention the waterbed. I don't know to this day why I had to go and do it. He seemed totally crushed by this.

Then he wanted a replay of the previous night's session. No way. We were completely shagged out. But he insisted - he wanted to see exactly what we had done together. Well, there was no way Rob and I were going to do that in any detail, but we consented to let him watch us fuck each other just once more. 

So we stripped and Rob and I got it on again - classic mish. It was more like a professional sex show really, like in one of those Amsterdam sex clubs. We were so well attuned by now we had no problem easing each other to joint climax as a matter of course. This must have burned Paul up inside, but I couldn't help myself. I tried not to think of him watching us, and even harder not to think of what he must have been feeling. I think he got off again by jacking off over our bare feet. 

Then he wanted to have sex with Rob. I knew Paul was bisexual. I think he was trying some sort of role-reversal, trying to pretend to be me. Rob was cool about this, so he obediently lay on top of Paul and jerked Paul off between his thighs. I thought I'd help Paul's attempt at role-reversal by kissing and caressing their four bare feet, just as he'd done before. I did it for his sake. I wasn't altogether turned on by the sight of them both - I was too shagged out really, and I dreaded lest Paul would want to fuck me as well - I was too conscience-stricken to enjoy that right now. Thankfully, we all decided to call it a night. Paul didn't want Rob sleeping with us, so Rob settled down in the spare room. Paul and I slept side by side. I wore my panties, which I never usually did unless I was having my period. We didn't touch each other.

In the morning, I could sense Paul was still furious. He wanted to wake Rob at once and boot him out, but I wouldn't let him. After all, Rob had come here and 'serviced' us at our request. And a great job he'd done of it too - he deserved at least some consideration. I went to the spare room and woke him gently, kissing him and stroking his hair. He awoke and began to respond, but at that moment Paul came in. He looked like a gargoyle.

We ate breakfast, laced with liberal shots of vodka, then Rob left. Before he did, he took out a couple of extra bottles he'd brought, but had left at the apartment the previous night. He told us to keep them.

"I think you two are gonna need it," he said with a trace of contempt as he walked out. I was so stung, I almost wept.

That was the end of the encounter as far as I was concerned. But it had changed us both forever. From then on things would never be the same. I felt a twinge of regret for the past - for what Paul and I had shared together - but on the whole I felt really great. It had been a terrific experience and now, immediately afterwards, I felt more buoyant, alive, electric, sexy, more 'wanted' than ever before. I felt I'd somehow escaped from some kind of box - a sweet, pink, fluffy box - but stifling. The city looked radiant when I walked through it, full of sexy men - and women - I'd somehow not noticed before. I could feel it when I turned them on, and had no qualms now about giving them 'the eye'. I was up and ready for anything. 

But I didn't want our marriage to end. I still loved Paul - maybe more than ever - and thought that now we'd fulfilled our fantasies, we could put it all behind us and get on with our lives. But no, it was no good. He kept needling me about that Saturday night and I just wasn't having any of it. I knew he was real upset about the waterbed so I'd taunt him with it - just a little - without revealing anything, just to shut him up. After a while it worked. Maybe this was cruel, but it was my only self-defense against his prying, his fucking mind games and his later behaviour - of which more soon. I remember I completely lost it at one point and swore at him - something I'd never done to him before. He was also shocked that my sexual vocab had permanently shifted from 'med' level to street level. Get used to it pal, I wanted to tell him, that's part of the 'new way'.

So then he went and started screwing that student of his - the long, skinny, dark-haired chick I mentioned before, the one I was jealous about. To this day I can't ever be sure if he did this just to get back at me, or whether he'd planned the whole threesome thing just to have an excuse to have it off with this chick. As it turned out, the whole thing backfired. My response to what I felt was a far deeper betrayal on his part resulted in some really bizarre twists - especially in view of our previous 'teasing games'. But again, that's the next part of the story. 

I didn't want to see Rob again. He was a jerk - a sexy, well-hung jerk, which is why I wanted him at the time - but a jerk all the same. That's why I didn't feel bad about him. He'd done so much for me sexually I felt kind of grateful, but there's no way I'd 'hook up' with someone like that. Anyway, I was sure he was already busy banging other grateful chicks up in that room and elsewhere, and that he'd forgotten about me by now. This last bit wasn't exactly true as it turned out - but yet again - that's another story.

So Paul and I eventually split and he went back to Europe. I've done really great here meantime, I'm very busy and I've got a fairly high-profile social life. I haven't remarried, nor do I really want to. Truth is, I still miss Paul and somehow can't commit to anyone else right now. I realize now how badly I must have hurt him, but he's got some other destiny somewhere out there these days - some bizarre, alien one, I think. Somehow he was never really part of the world the rest of us live in. 

Life's full of adventure for me anyway, at least for the moment, and I prefer to keep it that way. I'm no longer a 'chick', but a bird of prey, like Rob was. I mend hearts for a living, then break 'em again in the bedroom or out on the street. I cut people up both ways, physically in the OT - for their own good - and emotionally out there - maybe also for their own good. I don't feel I'm to blame for all this. Besides, where would more stories come from? I carry my own legacy of pain - we can't repair what's done - but I feel I've come through something big. Maybe Crowley's right. I do feel like a star now, but a flawed one. Maybe he's also right about the 'word of sin' and 'restriction'. You'll find out soon enough.



Trinity Ch. 02



“Excuse me, do you happen to know what time it is?” The princess asked him.

“It’s just about two o’clock.” Alec tried to keep his frustration to himself. The woman sounded like her head was inflated with air. 

“Thanks, I like totally appreciate the help. I must have totally left my watch in my car.” The woman replied with an inane giggle. Alec felt a hand slid up over his bicep. “What’s a big, strong man like you doing out here all by himself?” She flirted with him.

“Look princess…” Alec looked up to politely tell the woman to leave him alone, but the words died in his throat. His eyes gazed into a pair of emerald ones that he knew so well. “What the fuck did you do, Vanessa?”

Vanessa’s laughter rang in his ears as she twirled around. Her beautiful red hair was gone and a bright, blonde color was in its place. His eyes took in her transformation and he was amazed. She could have walked right past him and he would have never had known it was her. Hell, she walked right up and had a conversation with him and he didn’t have a clue.

“Do you kiss your sister with that potty mouth, mister?” Her voice still had that airhead quality to it. “Do you like?”

“I’m in shock, Vanessa, I didn’t know you dreamed of looking like a pop tart.” Alec sweetly replied.

“Bite me.” Vanessa said as she placed her bag back onto the cart. “Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful, Alec.”

“You’re right, there are a thousand other reasons to hate you.” He shot back at her. 

They playfully argued with each other until it was their turn to fly out to the island. Alec ended up loading their luggage onto the chopper himself because Vanessa was flirting with the pilot to the point he was completely distracted. 

She was definitely playing the part of the stereotypical blonde to a tee. Finally, Alec was able to get into the chopper and climbed into his seat. Somehow, Vanessa had managed to talk herself into the co-pilot’s chair. He didn’t bother putting on the headset to block out the sound of the whirling blades. Alec was happy to have the distraction and focus on his own game plan. 

He took in the beauty of the Pacific Ocean and was amazed by the colors. The water looked so refreshing and the sky was bluer than he could ever imagine. He felt a peacefulness engulf him, something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Alec hadn’t felt this calm or relaxed since his parents’ passing. Something down in the water caught Alec’s eye and he leaned closer to the window to investigate. A pod of dolphins were frolicking and swimming in the ocean far below him. Dolphins had always fascinated Alec because of their intelligence and playfulness. The animals looked so free down there in the water. Alec wondered what it must be like to be like that, to be so free. What would it feel like to have that weight lifted off of his shoulders for once? To have all the burdens he’d been carrying around for years disappear?

Was it possible that Vanessa was right? Was he too uptight? Alec reflected on his life for a few moments and realized that Vanessa did have some valid points. He really didn’t have fun anymore or allow himself to just relax and unwind. Vanessa teased him about being a bit of a slob sometimes, but that was just one of Alec’s quirks. He didn’t allow many things to be out of his control in life and being a bit messy allowed him to give up a bit of control. It may have sounded stupid or even on the verge of insanity, but Alec had somehow gotten himself into a very controlled routine. Alec glanced towards the cockpit and could see Vanessa’s blonde hair floating in the slight wind inside the helicopter. 

He decided that maybe it was time for him to have a little fun. Alec didn’t think he could be as flamboyant about it as Vanessa, though he was ready to have some enjoyment. He planned on keeping his eyes open, and who knows, maybe he might find an attractive guy on the island to have a fling with. He knew having a relationship was out of the question, or was it? He definitely had a lot to think about. 

Alec could see Vanessa waving back at him out of the corner of his eye. She was pointing to something in front of the helicopter. Alec moved forward so he was right behind her seat to see what she was pointing at. The horizon was nothing but water before, but now there was something new to see. The Terror Islands had come into view and it was an impressive sight. It looked like there was a volcano on one of the islands, which immediately gave away which island the park was on. As the helicopter got closer to the islands Alec could make out the tops of different park rides towering above the tree line. All three of the islands appeared to be covered in jungle. 

A large sigh of frustration escaped from Alec’s lips from just looking at the terrain. All of those trees were definitely going to cause problems because it provided way too many hiding places. It was going to take more time than he expected to cover that much ground. Alec moved back to his own seat and went over things in his head. It was going to take a lot of concentration and patience to just deal with this new ditzy version of Vanessa besides having to deal with the mission as well. He had to enjoy the peace and quiet while he could because he didn’t see it lasting very much longer.

*  *  *

The helicopter gently touched down on the main island, its blades slowly spinning until they stopped. The pilot rushed around the side of the helicopter to help Vanessa out, which caused another sigh to slip from Alec’s lips. As the man helped Vanessa down she allowed her body to rub up against him as much as possible.

“Thank you so much, I like totally appreciate the help. People are never nice these days.” Vanessa allowed another girlish giggle to flow from her lips. This was turning out to be more fun than she expected. “You must be pretty strong to lift me down like that.”

“Not a problem, ma’am, anything I can do to help.” The pilot replied, with a touch of pride in his voice. His chest was puffed out and he was definitely trying to show off his muscles.

“How late do these helihoppers fly?” Vanessa asked as she twirled some of her hair around her finger.

“They’re called helicopters, ma’am, and the last run back to the mainland is at ten o’clock at night when the park closes.” The pilot grinned back. 

“Thanks again for the ride, mister, it was totally fast and a little rough. I really like it like that.” Vanessa winked at the pilot and moved around the helicopter to help Alec. When she walked up to Alec the sight that greeted her actually made her miss a step and stumble.

“You’d think all that air in your head would stop you from tripping, Vanessa.” Alec lazily smiled at her.

Vanessa didn’t even hear what he said to her, she was too focused on his appearance. Alec was normally pretty conservative with his clothes, even though he had a body that made most men jealous. His shirt was unbuttoned completely, exposing practically every muscled inch of his upper body. Alec’s hair was normally well kept and perfectly styled, though now it had that purposely messed up look to it. At some point he must have changed shorts on the trip over because at the airport he had on a pair of jean shorts that came down to his knees. Alec had on a pair of jean shorts now, but the shorts were mid-thigh length. He was definitely showing off some skin, which was totally not like him. 

“What’s with showing off your pasty skin, Alec?” Vanessa asked as her eyes trailed over his body. She could see the slight flush on his neck and face. “Don’t get me wrong, stud, you look great. I’m just wondering what caused this change?”

“I’m just following someone’s lead on blondes having more fun, and since I’m the natural blonde, I figured why not.” Alec grinned at her. 

“Well, it’s about time!” Vanessa exclaimed. The pendant on Alec’s chest caught her eye as the sun reflected off of it. She quickly pulled her pendant out and made sure it was visible. “Now let’s just see if we can find our contact.” She added quietly so only Alec could hear.

They scanned the crowd, without being too obvious about it. A lot of people were milling about the park’s loading entrance, but no one really caught their eye. Alec and Vanessa were getting a lot of attention, from both men and woman alike, though neither of them noticed. They stood there for about twenty minutes before frustration started to kick in.

“This is getting ridiculous, Alec, I haven’t seen our guy yet. I hate it when people are late.” Vanessa complained. Her foot started impatiently tapping the ground. “Talk about unprofessional.”

“Well, it’s not like we were able to call ahead and give our arrival time.” Alec sighed. “You really have to learn some patience.”

Vanessa was about to respond when something caught her eye. There was a woman standing towards the back of the crowd, and her eyes were definitely looking for something, or possibly someone. Vanessa almost dismissed her until she saw something reflecting light around the women’s neck. It was too far to tell, but Vanessa would have bet money it was a pendant.

“Looks like our thinking that Backdraft was a man was way wrong.” Vanessa quietly said to Alec. He gave her a questioning look and she pointed out the woman without being too obvious. “Let’s try to initiate some contact.”

Vanessa and Alec weren’t going to have to do that though. The woman in the crowd had already stopped looking around and was headed their way. She was around five foot eight inches with midnight black hair that was bobbed at chin length. She moved with a grace that any ballet dancer would envy. Vanessa looked at the woman; she seemed petite even though she was pretty tall. 

The woman gave Alec an appreciative look as she approached, but had dismissed Vanessa almost immediately. So it was going to be like that? The woman was lucky she was their contact; otherwise Vanessa would have kicked her ass. Vanessa tossed her hair back and couldn’t help the grin that appeared on her face. She was still going to have some fun with this woman, contact or no contact.

“Welcome to the Isle Of Terror, I’m Sabrina McKnight. I couldn’t help but notice that you two looked a bit lost. Can I help?” The woman asked.

There was something about her though that rubbed Vanessa the wrong way. It might have been the hungry look she was giving Alec. One would think that this Sabrina hadn’t had a decent meal in at least a month by the look she was giving him. While Sabrina was busy drooling over Alec, Vanessa had the chance to get a good look at the pendant. She knew instantly that it was Covenant issued. It was difficult to describe, but from what Vanessa could tell it resembled an exploding fire. 

“My name is Alec Clark, and this is my associate Vanessa Lane.” Alec said with a grin. “We’re new employees on the security team, so we’re just waiting for our park contact.”

“Well, that makes my job a lot easier.” Sabrina’s laughter bubbled. Vanessa’s shoulder tensed at the sound. Sabrina was definitely grating on her nerves. “You’re both with the security force?” Her eyes wandered over Vanessa questioningly. 

“That’s right, Sabrina, we put the secure in security.” Vanessa said with sweetness dripping off of her tongue. “That’s a gorgeous pendant you have there. Where did you get it?”

Sabrina’s hand wrapped around her pendant without thinking, which Vanessa understood. They were both very protective about their pendants as well. Sabrina’s hand shifted a bit and opened revealing the back of the pendant. The image of Stonehenge was clearly visible to the both of them and that was all the confirmation they needed; they had found Backdraft.

“It’s been passed down through my family for generations.” Sabrina said as she eyed their pendants. “It seems we share the same good taste in silver.”

Alec and Vanessa’s hands reached for their own pendants and gently flipped them over, acting like they were adjusting them. Sabrina saw the image on their pendants as well and barely nodded her head. She grinned at both of them and motioned to them to pick up their luggage.

“Why don’t you get your bags and I’ll show you to your room. I hope you don’t mind, but you’ll both be sharing a room. The park is a little short on staff quarters right now.” Sabrina smiled.

“That’s like not a problem at all, Sabrina, we’ll be totally cool sharing a room, won’t we, Alec?” Vanessa was back into airhead mode. She turned her back to them and bent down to pick up her bags, allowing her skirt to ride up a bit. Unfortunately a man was walking by and saw her. He didn’t pay attention to where he was going and walked right into Sabrina, almost knocking her to the ground. Alec was able to catch her before she landed. “Hey mister, you better watch where you’re going. That was like totally rude.” It took all of Vanessa’s strength to stop a grin from appearing on her face.

“Show us the way, oh fearless leader lady.” Vanessa said with a crack of her gum. 

Vanessa glanced over at Alec and could see he was trying hard not to laugh. Were her eyes deceiving her or was her brother actually having fun? Things were getting curiouser and curiouser by the minute. Backdraft turns out to be a woman, and then her brother was actually having a good time. Vanessa was pissed off that their contact was a woman because she was totally hoping for some hunky guy Alec could have some fun with. 

Just as the thought crossed her mind a hot guy in nothing but a pair of board shorts walked past. The guy had muscles in all the right places with hair the color of melted chocolate. Vanessa was just about to point the guy out to Alec, but she saw Alec’s gaze linger on the man. Before Vanessa could say anything Alec looked over at her and winked.

“Damn, Vanessa, I could suck him dry in a New York minute.” Alec whispered to her.

God damn it if she didn’t almost choke on her gum. Vanessa stumbled for the second time that day. Alec was turning out to certainly be full of some surprises today. Sabrina gave Vanessa a look over her shoulder and rolled her eyes. Vanessa was itching to knock that bitch’s lights out. She totally understood what real blondes had to go through and made a vow to never make fun of blondes ever again, well except for Alec. 

Sabrina led them down a path that ran around the outer edge of the island. The scenery was breathtakingly beautiful. The jungle trees and foliage were lush and fragrant. As they were talking they could hear different animal noises echoing from deep within the jungle. Vanessa looked over at her brother, realizing they hadn’t known about the animals. This could make things even more difficult.

“Sabrina, what types of animals are on the island?” Alec questioned.

Sabrina dropped her pace back so she was walking in between Alec and Vanessa. A huge grin erupted on her face, though it didn’t really reach her eyes Vanessa noticed. Sabrina seemed intent on acting like Vanessa wasn’t there, not that Vanessa minded. Sabrina glanced around to make sure there wasn’t anyone else in hearing distance.

“There aren’t any animals loose on the island.” Sabrina quietly said. “It’s all sound clips that are broadcasted through hidden speakers. Isle Of Terror does have animal habitats, but the broadcasted sounds make the jungle feel more realistic. The island also has another special animal exhibit, but I’d rather show it to you. Besides, words can’t really describe it. Just wait until you see it.”

Sabrina led them to a small docking station where a small boat was waiting. She helped load their luggage on board to save time. After a few moments the boat was leaving the main island and was headed towards the closer of the other two islands. Vanessa figured that that must be the employee housing and storage site. It made sense since the third island was further away from the other two islands. Vanessa could see that Sabrina was still sneaking glances at her brother. That woman was going to be in for a rude awakening. Vanessa leaned against a railing and smiled. She couldn’t wait to see Sabrina’s face when she learned that Alec was gay. 

*  *  *

Sabrina had left Vanessa and Alec to unpack their things and would return in a little bit to give them a tour of the main island. Alec was impressed with the setup the park had for its employees. The employee housing was just that, large houses set up like a small community. All the buildings were ranch style houses that could house up to three employees. 

“I still say kicking Sabrina’s ass isn’t a good idea, at least not until the mission is over, Vanessa.” Alec said to his sister with a sigh. Vanessa had been ranting for the last five minutes about how she thought Sabrina was a total bitch. “You were the one that decided to go with the whole valley girl persona. I guess you’ll take time to think things through a bit more in the future before making this type of decision.”

“You’re just defending her because she’s falling all over herself to impress you. My God that woman has as much tact as a hooker trying to land a trick.” Vanessa practically snarled.

“Someone sounds a bit jealous that she isn’t getting all the attention.” Alec grinned at her.

“That’s hardly the case, Alec. I’m glad you’re getting some attention.” Vanessa sighed. “I just wish that you were getting some attention from someone of the male persuasion. By the way, Alec, when did you start sucking people dry?”

Vanessa thought that the comment would cause her brother to blush hard enough to cover every inch of exposed flesh. Alec surprised her by giving her his trademark grin.

“That’s classified information, miss busybody. I thought you wanted me to find a hot guy for some island fun.” Alec replied.

“I still do, even if that means me getting stuck dealing with miss stick up her ass all by myself.” Vanessa giggled. “I wonder if I can pry that stick out and beat her with it?”

Their conversation was ended by a knock coming from the front door. Vanessa and Alec’s body went into defensive mode automatically. Alec walked over towards the door and glanced back at Vanessa. She was already leaning in one of the doorways with her left arm behind her back to conceal the pistol she was holding. Alec reached for the doorknob as he pulled a gun out of the vase that sat on a table right by the front door. He slowly opened the door to reveal Sabrina standing there.

“Hello again, Trinity and Phoenix.” Sabrina smiled at them as she saw the weapons in their hands. “My, my, you two are very good at your jobs. That’s great because it’s going to take the three of us to pull this off. We are going to have to work as a team to make sure everything goes smoothly, but before we start getting a game plan ready I thought you’d both like to have a tour of the main island.”

“That sounds like a wonderful idea, Backdraft, doesn’t it Trinity?” Alec asked. He could see that Vanessa wanted to give him a look of death, but she couldn’t do that with Sabrina standing right there.

“It sounds like a totally freaking awesome idea.” Vanessa smiled sweetly. “Just let me grab my purse and some gum.”

The ride back to the main island went much faster than the way there. On the first trip they were riding against the ocean’s current, but on the way back they sped quickly across the water. The group quickly disembarked and headed into the park itself. Sabrina explained that the park’s hotels for the guests sat at the bottom of the dormant volcano, but she would take them over there tomorrow to check out the buildings. The rest of their day today would be going over the park layout. Sabrina picked up two park maps from an information booth and handed them to Alec and Vanessa.

“This will give you the general layout of the park and where all the rides and attractions are at.” Sabrina said. “The overall layout is pretty basic, so it shouldn’t take you much time tonight to memorize it.”




Trinity Ch. 02



“I see there’s a new attraction opening at the end of the week: Journey To The Bottom Of The Sea. What is that all about?” Alec asked. 

“That’s the attraction I was talking about before when you heard the animal noises. I can’t wait to show it to you. The President will be here at the end of the week for the grand opening of that attraction.” Sabrina revealed. She glanced around to make sure they were alone and lowered her voice. “The Journey attraction is most likely where the attempt will take place. Joshua Finnegan, the CEO of the park, will be meeting us there shortly to give us an all access tour.”

“How much information does Joshua have about us being here?” Vanessa quietly asked.

“He doesn’t have any knowledge of who the two of you are, except that you are part of an undercover security team for the President’s visit. You’ll be given regular park security uniforms, but don’t worry about having to deal with any guests.” Sabrina explained. “The security force here is large enough to deal with any of the park’s problems, you two are to focus on the mission.”

“What’s your cover, Sabrina?” Alec asked.

“Currently I’m the park’s human resource director. I’ve been in place for about three months. This way I’ve been able to keep an eye on all the new hires and have information on everything that’s going on in the park.” She replied.

It took the group about three hours to tour all the rides and attractions in the park. The pathways and walkways through the different attractions were wide enough to handle a lot of traffic and were very well lit. This was a bonus for the team because it would enable them to move from area to area pretty quickly. Sabrina glanced at her watch.

“We better head over to the Journey attraction, it’s about five minutes to six and Joshua will be meeting us there are six o’clock sharp.” She said.

The group made their way across the park and towards the east side of the island. The entrance to the attraction was almost right on the edge of the island. While they were walking Vanessa and Alec kept their eyes open and scanned all of the surrounding areas. They tried to memorize as much of the area as possible. They finally saw the entrance to the Journey To The Bottom Of The Sea attraction and it looked like the entrance to a subway station. A large sign above the entrance showcased the attraction’s name with different underwater creatures swimming through the letters. The exit to the attraction was located a few hundred feet away from the entrance. It wasn’t the entrance that drew Alec’s attention though, it was the man standing there waiting for them. 

Joshua Finnegan was certainly an attractive man. Alec calculated that he was probably an inch or so shorter than himself, most likely around six feet tall. As they approached Sabrina introduced him and Vanessa. Joshua shook Vanessa’s hand with a polite smile. Alec reached out to shake Joshua’s hand and it felt like electricity shot through his body. 

Joshua had a masculine, chiseled face with eyes that were so blue that they almost looked gray in color. It was difficult to tell what color hair Joshua had because he had on backwards baseball cap. His white t-shirt had the park logo on it and it definitely showed off his hard, muscular chest. He was wearing a pair of jean shorts that were faded and tight in all the right places. Alec couldn’t understand what was happening. It was difficult to breathe and he couldn’t take his eyes off of Joshua.

“I told you so.” Vanessa quietly muttered for only Alec’s ear. Alec could see that she was trying to hold back a pretty big grin. 

“Please forgive me for my appearance, Alec and Vanessa, but I’m off duty and it’s a real pain in the ass to be wearing a suit in this weather.” Joshua’s deep bass voice made Alec’s knees turn to water. “I hope Sabrina has been showing you our beautiful island.”

“Definitely beautiful.” The words were out of Alec’s mouth before he could stop them. He prayed that they thought he was talking about the park and not the gorgeous man in front of him. Joshua and Sabrina seemed to think that, but by the look on Vanessa’s face she knew what he had meant. Alec could feel his neck and face start to flush.

“Well we’ve certainly saved the best part of the tour for last.” Joshua said with an amazing smile. “Journey To The Bottom Of The Sea is the largest attraction of its kind in the entire world.”

“What exactly is it, Joshua?” Vanessa asked.

“It’s a mile long tunnel that runs underwater and allows you to view all of the ocean life in the area. It’s shaped like the letter ‘U’. That’s why the exit is pretty close to the entrance. Would you like to go down and have a look around?” Joshua asked.

“Abso-freaking-lutely!” Vanessa exclaimed.

Sabrina gave her a frustrated look as they headed down the steps of the attraction’s entrance. Vanessa maneuvered herself behind Alec, so this way he was right behind Joshua. Alec couldn’t help it as his eyes focused on the round, firm ass in front of him. He could feel his body responding to the view, and he tried everything he could think of to make himself relax. Nothing was working though and he was afraid his arousal would soon be very obvious. 

They finally made it to the entrance of the tunnel, which was blocked off by two massive steel doors. There were two circular windows in the middle of each door that allowed them to see into the tunnel itself.

“What’s with the massive doors?” Alec asked.

“These are airtight, water proof security doors. We have them in place in case there are ever any problems with the tunnel. Although the tunnel has been reinforced a hundred times over, I don’t foresee any type of problem like that, but the doors are in place at the entrance and exit for safety purposes. Let’s go into the tunnel and check it out.” Joshua walked over and entered a code into the security panel located to the right of the doors. The doors slid open barely making any noise at all. “Be careful though because the sun is setting and we are still finishing up getting all of the lights installed. So make sure to watch your step.”

It only took a few steps into the tunnel for it to take Alec’s breath away. It was completely amazing to see everything that was going on underwater. There were multi-colored schools of fish swimming by, and all other kinds of underwater activity. Joshua was explaining about the different creatures that lived in that area of the ocean, but Alec barely heard a word he was saying. His concentration wasn’t broken until he heard Vanessa humming. Joshua had mentioned something about sharks, and Vanessa was walking along humming the theme song to the movie Jaws. 

“It’s pretty amazing, isn’t it Alec?” Joshua asked him. Alec had been facing the wall of tunnel and never heard the man come up behind him. He was so startled he spun around and lost his balance. Alec pitched towards the ground, but Joshua reacted quickly and caught him. “Easy there, buddy, I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you okay?”

Alec tried to answer him, but his mouth didn’t seem to be working. Joshua’s arms were holding him upright and his body was concentrating on the heat from the contact. No one, not even Joey, had ever had this type of effect on Alec and it was freaking him out. He stepped back out of the man’s partial embrace and shook his head a little bit.

“I’m fine, Joshua, I think I’m just a bit jetlagged from the trip and everything. The time difference is catching up with me I think.” Alec quickly tried to cover.

“It has been a pretty long day for us, so maybe it’s time for us to head back for the night.” Vanessa added in.

Alec was grateful for her help with the situation, for once Vanessa wasn’t trying to embarrass him. The group made their way back through the entrance, pausing a moment to let Joshua close the security doors again. Joshua was going back towards the hotels and made plans with the group to meet again at his office to go over security plans. Alec hopped that tomorrow’s meeting would be less embarrassing for him than today was.

Joshua stood and watched the group head back towards the docks to catch the boat to the other island. He waited until they were out of his line of vision before retrieving his cell phone from his jean pocket. Joshua opened up the phone and pressed one of the speed dial buttons.

“Hello? The meeting is over and everything went as planned…no, they don’t have any clue of what’s going on. The woman is a bit of an airhead, though the guy is definitely a looker.” Joshua paused and listened to the voice on the other end. “I know this isn’t the time or place for it, but you can’t blame a guy for noticing these things…don’t worry, Sabrina will keep an eye on them…no, they won’t get in our way…nothing is going to ruin our plans…I know, I know…failure isn’t an option. Everything will go perfectly, trust me. If they get in our way then we’ll take care of them…I’m on my way now…goodbye.”



Trinity Ch. 03



"I don't know why you're trying to deny it, tiger." Vanessa sighed. "You seem to forget that I was standing right there and saw the entire thing. The look on your face was love at first sight and the sooner you admit that to yourself, the easier it will be to deal with."

"That was not love, Vanessa, it was lust. I don't know why you seem to feel the need to keep going around in circles about this." Alec sat down on the couch with a sigh. They had returned from the main island twenty minutes ago and Vanessa had been going on about Joshua non-stop since Sabrina left. "Besides, how you could know what was going on between Joshua and me when you were too busy giving Sabrina evil looks."

"I told you, Alec, that there is something about that woman that rubs me the wrong way." Vanessa exclaimed for the hundredth time. "She was looking at you..."

"Like a piece of meat." Alec finished for his sister, his voice dripped with sarcasm. "It might be difficult for you to believe this, Vanessa, but some people actually find me attractive, believe or not."

"Don't you even think about talking to me in that tone of voice, Alec Kent." Vanessa growled back at him. "If you don't stop I am going to be spending half of the night kicking your smart ass all over these god forsaken islands. I NEVER said you weren't attractive, Alec. You have to admit that Sabrina gives off a weird vibe and there's just something about her I can't put my finger on. It's almost like seeing something out of the corner of your eye, but by the time you turn around it's gone."

"First of all, you couldn't kick my ass all over the islands, and secondly, you don't like Sabrina because she easily dismissed you when we first met. You need to realize that there still are stereotypes in this world, and maybe this will make you think twice before you try pulling another stunt like this in the future." Alec lectured to his sister.

"So why are you so afraid of Joshua?" Vanessa asked to change to the subject. 

"Who said I was afraid?" He asked her back, but the look on her face told him that he better start talking. "Fine, Vanessa, you win. Okay? There's only been one person, one guy, that I've been interested in..."

"Yeah, it was Joey." Vanessa interrupted. 

"How do you know it was Joey?" Alec asked incredulously. 

"I'm not as blonde as I look, tiger." She replied smoothly. "I was thinking about our past the other day after you came out to me, and I remembered the big falling out the two of you had. It didn't take a rocket scientist to put two and two together. You and Joey used to fight like cats and dogs all the time, but it never affected your friendship. Then all of a sudden he was just gone."

"He made sure to do some damage before he left." Alec murmured. 

"What did he do?" Vanessa demanded. She would hunt Joey down and kill him for whatever pain he caused Alec. 

"Look it doesn't really matter, Vanessa. He hurt me, and made sure that it hurt badly. It's all over now and there is nothing we can do about it." Alec quietly replied.

"I think we should use our contacts to hunt Joey down and do insanely horrible things to him." Vanessa said with a vengeance. It was obvious Alec wasn't ready to talk about whatever had happened, but she had to try and pull him out of this funk. "We could find him and dress him up like a woman then let him loose in a prison where all the men have been in solitary confinement, and they haven't had any human contact in at least ten years and..."

Vanessa never got to finish her tirade because Alec's laughter interrupted her. She was happy to see him releasing some of that pent up emotion at least. He was laughing so hard that tears began streaming down his face, but after a few moments the laughter stopped and the tears did not. Years of pent up emotion broke through the surface and Alec couldn't stop any of it. He tried to hang onto any remaining control that he had, but it just wasn't possible. Vanessa quickly wrapped her arms around Alec and pulled him against her.

Alec's silent tears quickly became sobs, gut wrenching sobs that broke Vanessa's heart. In her entire life she had never seen anyone, especially Alec, ever in so much pain. Vanessa was disappointed in herself because she couldn't believe she never realized the amount of pain her brother was in. She had a feeling that there was more to his tears than just Joey, a feeling that was confirmed a moment later.

"I miss them, Vanessa, I miss them so much. Why did they have to die?" Alec asked through his tears. 

Vanessa couldn't answer his question; instead she pulled him closer and rocked him back and forth. She couldn't imagine having all of that pain locked up inside and she was surprised that he was still mourning their parents' death. Vanessa hadn't seen Alec cry even once after their parents' passing, but she assumed he just wasn't letting her see him mourn. She thought he was putting up a strong front in front of her. Alec had always been there to support her through anything, and the tables had been turned on her. It was time for her to help and support Alec through his pain. 

Vanessa's intentions were good, but she never had to comfort Alec before, and she wasn't really sure where to start. Vanessa continued to rock him and started to rub his lower back trying to soothe him. She suddenly remembered something from a long time ago; something she hoped would help calm Alec down. Vanessa quietly hummed an old Irish lullaby their mother used to sing to them. She couldn't sing to save her life, but she could at least carry the tune enough to serve its purpose. 

Alec's arms tightened around her as his mind recognized the song. After a few minutes his breathing evened out and the tears had stopped falling. Alec felt better after all of that emotion finally burst out of his inner prison, but his mind still felt cloudy and confused. He relaxed in his sister's embrace for a few more minutes before he stood up. Alec leaned down gently kissed his sister on her forehead.

"Where are you going, tiger?" Vanessa asked. She didn't want to let Alec out of her sight. 

"I need to clear my head a bit, Vanessa. I'm going to go over to the park and do some more recon work." He smiled her concerned tone. "I appreciate you being here for me, but I just need a little bit of time to myself. Okay?"

Vanessa nodded her head and watched him head out the door. She wanted to warn him to take a weapon with him, but she realized he could handle himself. Vanessa felt a bit uneasy after what just happened. It wasn't every day her baby brother had an emotional breakdown in front of her. On one hand it unsettled her a lot to see it, but on the other hand she felt more connected with Alec since he let her in just a little bit more. Vanessa hoped he was able to find some of the answers he was looking for out there in the darkness.

* * *

There wasn't anyone running the boats from island to island that late at night, but it wasn't something that Alec couldn't handle. He quietly started up the small boat and deftly maneuvered the craft to the opposite shore. Alec hopped out and made sure that the boat was securely tied to the small dock. He paused for a moment to look at the scenery that unfolded in front of him. The air was crisp and clean as a soft, easy breeze circled the island. Alec thought that the jungle would have looked more intimidating at night, but it was far from that. It could have just been all the other situations he'd been in before, but he didn't feel any fear looking into the dark jungle. 

Alec was still in shock about what happened back there with his sister. He always had careful control and made sure he kept all of his emotions in check. Alec didn't know what was happening to him. Everything seemed to be shifting and changing since he met Joshua hours before. Was it only a few hours ago that they met? Alec felt like he had been thinking about Joshua for a lifetime and maybe in some way he had.

Alec had imagined what it would feel like to be with someone for a long time. He didn't really focus on the sexual parts, though it did come up from time to time, but instead he focused his thoughts on sharing his life with someone. Alec thought about quiet Sunday mornings lying in bed and just watching his partner sleep. He thought about waking up on his birthday to find breakfast in bed waiting for him. Quiet nights of falling asleep together watching television also ran through his mind. He wasn't looking for a fling or a one-night stand because Alec obviously wanted something more long term than that. 

Thoughts of Joshua floated through his mind and Alec tried to push them away but couldn't make the images leave. Alec could see Joshua's firm, muscled chest and how his t-shirt had clung to the contours of his body. The jean shorts that hung down just low enough to reveal just enough skin to be sexy. Alec's demons plagued his mind, as they normally did when Alec found someone attractive. How could someone be in an honest, open relationship if their job is shrouded in so much secrecy? How could Alec go on missions and leave behind his heart, not knowing if he would return?

Alec took his time and walked along the paths between the rides and attractions in the park, his mind trying to memorize every step of the way and take in all the surroundings. Alec circled around the park in a matter of hours, though time wasn't a concern to him. He decided to check out what was off of the beaten path. Alec hopped over a fence and headed into the jungle itself. He was almost immediately overcome with a great calming feeling. It was therapeutic to be walking through nature's beauty and allow his fears and frustrations to slip away. 

Alec was a few hundred feet into the jungle when he heard it, the sound of rushing water. He didn't remember Sabrina mentioning anything about any rivers or creeks running through the island. Alec carefully made his way through the foliage and walked closer and closer to the source of the noise. Alec was beginning to feel like he was never going to find the cause of the sound when the jungle suddenly opened up and he was standing in a large open area, almost like a meadow. Alec gasped at what he saw in front of him and completely in awe of its beauty. 

On the opposite side of the clearing, about two hundred feet away, stood a tall waterfall. The water cascaded down into in a large pool that formed at the base of the falls. The night air was sticky and humid, which made the water look very refreshing. Alec walked towards the water and gazed up at the falls. It didn't even compare in size to Angel or Niagara Falls, but it was a few stories tall. Alec sat down in the grass and watched the moonlit water drop for the falls' summit. He was mesmerized by the beauty and motion of the water. Alec leaned back on his elbows and looked up at the night sky. He could have been sitting there for a few minutes or for a few hours; time seemed to have stopped completely. The sky was amazing clear, even more than it normally was at home, and his eyes automatically searched for his parents' star. It took only a few moments for Alec's eyes to focus on what he was looking for. He hadn't felt so calm and relaxed for a long time. Alec realized that getting out and being out here in the jungle allowed his mind to clear and regain its focus. A focus that was lost as the sound of a twig snapping shattered the silence in the clearing.

Alec immediately rolled onto this stomach and kept low to the ground. How could he have been so stupid to totally lose concentration and allow someone to sneak up on him? His eyes scanned the tree line trying to find the source of the noise. Dead silence had engulfed the clearing again and Alec's ears strained for any sound at all. His breath caught in his throat as a figure stepped out of the shadows and one word echoed through his mind. Joshua.

* * *

Vanessa's head bobbed in time with the music that was playing throughout the living room. She had found a stereo hidden away in one of the side cupboards and had been able to tune in a top forty countdown. The current princess of pop was singing through the speakers while a heavy dance beat descended around the room. Vanessa danced around the furniture that filled the room trying to release a little bit of steam. Her sweatshirt and pants hung loosely on her athletic frame, while it was hot on the island during the day the temperature did drop at night. 

"Having fun?" A dry voice asked from behind her. 

Vanessa's back had been facing the door and she mentally berated herself for making such a mistake. Her thoughts had been too focused on Alec to concentrate. Vanessa was in the middle of doing a long forgotten dance move called the cabbage patch, which left her arms out in front of body. She slowly turned her right forearm clockwise until she heard a faint click. Vanessa turned towards the voice, her right arm dropping beside her. As her arm straightened out a small dagger slide out of her shirtsleeve into the palm of her hand and as soon as she felt the cold metal against her palm, her arm snapped, tossing the knife towards where the voice had come from. 

Vanessa heard a woman's scream pierce the air and she finally was able to see the owner of the voice, Sabrina. She was sprawled out on the floor and looking up at Vanessa in shock. The knife was embedded into the wall and strands of black hair could be seen around the entry point. If Sabrina had ducked a second later the knife would have hit her right in the head.

"What are you fucking crazy? You could have totally just blown you're cover!" Sabrina practically yelled at her. 

"Sabrina! You totally have to be, like, a lot more careful." Vanessa sweetly grinned. She walked over to help Sabrina up, but the woman refused her help. "Besides, if you weren't like totally trained like me, then that knife would have plunged into your head instantly killing you. My cover wouldn't have been blown at all because you would have been totally, like seriously dead."

"Really?" Sabrina sarcastically asked. 

"For sure!" Vanessa replied as she pulled the knife from the wall. The blade was so thin it barely left any recognizable mark in the wall. "So what's up girlfriend? What's the four-one-one?"

"The what?" Sabrina eyed Vanessa curiously. "What the hell are you talking about?" 

"You're so far out of the loop, girl, you're on a straight line." Vanessa quipped to her. She could see anger and frustration spread across Sabrina's face. Vanessa was barely able to keep a smile off of her face. "I don't have time to really give you like the full and total rundown on the lingo. So, what's going on?"

"You could have just asked that in the first place." Sabrina said, though Vanessa heard her mumble 'airhead' under her breath. "I came over to see if the two of you had come up with any plans for tomorrow. Speaking of two, where is Alec?"

Sabrina practically broke her neck trying to look around for Vanessa's brother. At first Sabrina's wanton attitude towards Alec was amusing, but it really started to grate on Vanessa's nerves. She couldn't reveal Alec's secret though and that meant she had to keep Sabrina in her place.

"He was feeling pretty caged up, so he went to take a walk and look around the park. He'll probably have a shit load of ideas when he gets back, but I have no idea when that is. So, if there's nothing else..." Vanessa got up and hoped to lead Sabrina out the door, but that wasn't going to happen.

"Actually, Vanessa, I'll just wait here for him. I'm sure you won't mind." Sabrina smiled sweetly at Vanessa, though it obviously fake since the smile did not reach her eyes.

"That would be totally awesome! GIRLS' NIGHT!!!!" Vanessa squealed. She figured if she couldn't beat them then it was time to join them. The look of horror that spread across Sabrina's face was very satisfying. "I hope you don't think I was being totally rude before, but I didn't want to seem like a leech trying to hang out with you. We are going to get plenty of bonding time since you're going to wait for your wet dream to come back!" 

Sabrina blushed at Vanessa's words and opened her mouth to respond, but she never got the chance. Vanessa rambled on and on about all the wonderful things they could do ranging from having facials to playing truth or dare. Vanessa smugly smiled to herself at how uncomfortable Sabrina looked. There was definitely something about the woman that made Vanessa uncomfortable and she was going to use every minute of this time with Sabrina to figure out what exactly it was. It was definitely going to be a long night.

* * *

Alec's breath caught in his throat as he watched Joshua approach him. At some point Joshua got rid of his hat and his chestnut hair stirred slightly in the breeze the eased through the clearing. Alec had found him attractive before, but in that clearing with the moonlight Joshua appeared almost like a dream. A very hot and sexy dream Alec admitted to himself.

"I'm impressed." Joshua easily grinned. "I've never seen anyone move that fast before. Once you rolled over I could barely even see you and I knew exactly where to look."

"What are you doing out here?" Alec asked and immediately regretted it. It certainly wasn't his place to question the person in charge of the park. 

"I come out here to think sometimes, Alec. It's an amazing sight isn't it?" Joshua answered with a slight shrug of his shoulders. "It's nice sometimes to just be able to get away from everything, and everyone, and step into paradise. Don't you think?"


Alec had stood up as soon as he recognized Joshua and being this close to him was still having an effect on Alec. He turned around to look at the waterfall and used the opportunity to take a few steps away from Joshua. Alec congratulated himself on the quick thinking, but that thought died swiftly as Joshua stepped up next to him. They stood practically shoulder-to-shoulder and watched the surging water in silence. 

"So what are you doing out here, Alec?" Joshua's deep baritone quietly asked. 

The timber of Joshua's voice was enough to make Alec start to harden in his shorts. Was it possible to have an orgasm just from hearing someone's voice? Alec thought it had to be true because he was almost on the verge of one. The proximity of Joshua's body and the sound of his voice were very intoxicating for Alec. 

"I was just going a bit stir-crazy with Vanessa. I figured I would check out the park and learn the layout. It will help for the job later in the week." Alec explained. Sometimes the best lies were the ones woven with the most truth.

"This won't sound very nice," Joshua chuckled. "But I'm glad you were going stir-crazy."

"Why is that?" Alec was a bit confused. He shyly looked over at the gorgeous man.

"This way we get to get to know each other a little bit, buddy. It will make both of our jobs easier if we are comfortable with each other. Right?" Joshua asked.

"You do have a point, I guess." Alec responded with a hesitant smile.

"Besides, it was getting a bit nerve wracking dealing with those two women. Or was that just me?" Joshua smiled.

"They are definitely a handful, that's for sure." Alec laughed.

"I don't think they like each other very much." Joshua looked back at the falls. "Come with me, Alec, I want to show you something."

Joshua headed closer to the pool of water and Alec had not choice but to follow. His eyes sought out Joshua's muscular ass and felt a stirring deep within himself, again. Alec was totally distraught and had no idea what to do. He had feelings, very strong feelings, for another man before, but compared to what he was feeling with Joshua was a thousand times more intense. He stood next to Joshua at the water's edge. 

"Check that out, Alec." He said pointing towards the water. "It's so clear you can see right to the bottom."




Trinity Ch. 03



Chapter 3: The 'Other Guy'.

"I said I'm a gambler, there's no question of that.
But never gamble on a woman and that's a matter of fact.
Just ain't no predictin' which way their love will roll.
One minute they're red-hot, the next they're icy-cold!"

- ELP - Love Beach: The Gambler.

My name's Robin. I grew up in BC. I'm what you call here up North a 'métis' - and a pretty mixed bag at that - part Micmac, part Kwakiutl, part Irish, part English, part Japanese (I think), plus some grandmother or great-grandmother from the Caribbean - Kingston or somewhere like that. Maybe there's other stuff. I won't bore you with my family history - it doesn't make much of a story. I got started on sex pretty early on, then got married in my early twenties. We had a kid - a girl. We started having problems - I guess I couldn't keep myself off the booze, or my hands off other chicks. We had this blazing row. I remember smashing the fish tank in a rage, and all those little goldfish flopping around helplessly on the carpet, opening and closing their mouths. That really hit me at the time, I don't know why. We split and I took to the road. 

From then on I just wandered about - no fixed address, or not for long periods anyway. I suppose you'd call me a drifter or a bum, but I wasn't. I was just exploring. The world seemed beautiful - it was just me that didn't fit in somehow. I'd write a lot - poems, stories and stuff, some erotic, some not. I'd no problem finding work - I was a fairly decent cook - and even got some of my stuff published along the way. Sex was my thing for the moment. I was real, real hungry for it - like you wouldn't believe - and decided simply to focus on getting well and truly laid. I followed the philosophy of the 'four F's - Find, Feel, Fuck and Forget. I'd no problem carrying it through. I had 'em in all colors, shapes and sizes, up and down Canada and the US as well as in Western Europe, and got to break in quite a few virgins along the way. There were also quite a few threesomes - MFM and FMF (sorry about the letter order, but I like to think of them as Big Macs). I really dug the last one, but I also liked the first - especially when the chick in question is married and looking for something new and hot. I'm bi, you see. It's twice as much fun. And anyway, if some sad fuck wants to watch me ball his wife or girlfriend, that's his problem, it's fine with me. Let him watch, maybe he'll learn something. I liked to film myself balling the chicks whenever I could. I'd jerk off over them in those very rare but unavoidable 'dry' periods - then I'd also some connections to the porn scene and sold some of these videos to buddies who ran the shops- the cubicles and stuff - just as a sideline.

You see, I'm a real cool fucker. I'm not boasting - it's just my talent. Some of us are great at tennis, chess and so on, but me, I really know how to turn on the chicks - like, how to give 'em exactly what they want - and more than they'll ever want. I like to have 'em screaming at the end of my rod, begging for more. No two chicks are alike as the saying goes, and after I'm through with them, no two are ever the same again.

Then I met this really cool chick. She blew me over. As for the four-F bit, I'd no problem with her over the first three, but somehow, I couldn't do the last - I just couldn't forget her. To this day I still don't know how she managed to checkmate me on this game.

I'd gone back to the city where I'd been married and was staying there for a while, drowning my memories in luscious flesh - which was plentiful and freely available. I often came up that part of the High Street called the 'Sin Strip', checking out the porn scene, the girls on the game, the strip clubs and so on. I had quite a few connections and made some contribution to the business from time to time. 

When I came up this way, there was this general store I'd go to for smokes, groceries and stuff. It was there I first saw her. I'd never seen her there before - she must have been new. She was fucking gorgeous - I got an instant hard-on the moment I set eyes on her. A really cool blonde with this fabulous body - tall, leggy, wide hips. She had terrific eyes - like blue crystals - and a very direct, bold look. This really turns me on to chicks. When I paid for my stuff and she gave me my change, I just couldn't help taking hold of her fingers - her hand was so long, slender and delicately female. She looked up at me and smiled. We looked into each other's eyes for a moment and I ran my fingers over the back of her hand. She lowered her head slightly, still fixing on me, still smiling. Her tongue flickered out between her lips. She was clearly giving me the come-on - she was getting hot inside. But that was a normal chick reaction to me, right? Trouble was - so was I. I introduced myself. 

"Hi, I'm Robin."

"And I'm Ela - with one 'L'," she said, looking back at me mischievously. Other customers were queuing up behind me.

"See you around babe," I said.

"I hope so," she replied. "I'm on tomorrow morning, by the way."

From that moment on I knew I just had to ram my rod into that chick or die trying. The next day, when there were few customers, we got talking some more, then when she was through I took her out for a coffee. She was East European, but her English was good - real slangy, with just a trace of an accent - one that really turned me on. I'd never had one of these East European types. I'd heard they had great tits and were like wildcats in bed. We sat very close, almost breathing on each other. The sound of her voice and the scent of her breath made my dick swell up like an overgrown pumpkin. I felt we were making out real good. Then she told me about her husband. 

Husband?' I thought. Damn - there's always one lurking about somewhere, but maybe he'll be a wimp and I'll get my chance.

I sensed what the game was now. Here was another little wifey out for some fun. And what a body! I wasn't going to pass up on this one. I decided to lead her on by telling her what a terrific stud I was. It seemed to work. Her eyes grew brighter, her voice got lower, she seemed to breathe quicker. She decided to call me Rob, telling me I was a 'bird of prey'.

They were playing this old ELP album in the café, 'Love Beach' I think it's called. I think you're hungry, woman, I thought, echoing the song. Climb on my rocket and we'll ride.

She suggested I come out with her and her husband for a drink.

I thought he was a bit of a smart-ass, intellectual type when I met him, but he was a neat guy all the same. We went out onto the High Street next evening, just for a drink. Then Ela suddenly pulled us into a strip club. I knew the place - I'd got to fuck some of the girls who worked there. I could sense Ela was getting pretty turned on by those kids. There must be this really wild chick inside her trying to get out, I thought. We went backstage to meet the strippers. Ela was very excited and chatted then up. They took to her right off, telling her she had a terrific body and could join them any time she wanted. I was busy fighting off a couple of them I'd fucked recently. Then Paul obviously had enough of all this shit and dragged us back out onto the street. We went into the bar next to the strip joint.

We began loosening up as the booze hit us and Ela and I started playing around - all this romantic crap - laughing and giggling away. I'd stroke her hand and tell her what a 'wonderful woman' she was, how I was secretly in love with her and all that crap and she'd pretend to faint with desire. It was just a game - for Paul's benefit really - although we both knew what lay underneath the show. Paul didn't seem to mind, just sat there, grinning stupidly. Eventually we got round to talking about sex. I told them I'd been married, but that we'd separated, that there was a little girl, that I was doing fine here though, there were so many great sexy chicks around. Ela had heard all this before of course, but pretended she was hearing it for the first time. Paul clearly didn't know jack shit about our meeting the previous day - she must've kept it secret. I worked on them both a bit more by telling them about some of the ones I was balling at the moment, about some of the cherries I'd popped recently. I watched their reactions. Ela's gaze was fixed on mine, her eyes glistening, the tip of her tongue just visible between her slightly parted lips. 

But Paul suddenly decided he didn't want to hear any more of this crap and changed the subject, starting in on this big intellectual lecture about something or other. I felt Ela's bare foot running up and down my leg. She'd slipped both shoes off under the table and was now looking at me steadily with those gorgeous eyes, lightly flicking the tip of her tongue. Fucking hell! Now she was really hitting on me! Paul didn't seem to notice. My cock swelled up like a balloon. She moved her bare foot up to my crotch and began working on it. My cock was so stuffed in there it hurt. I slowly put one hand under the table and unzipped my fly. Old Dick shot out like a Jack-in the-box, uncurling and stiffening fully in the cool air, reaching for the sunlight. What a relief! It found Ela's warm toes. She was so skilful with them she almost managed to grasp hold of it. I gave her a hand, rubbing the head of my cock along the insides of her toes. They got moist and sticky. Then she began easing herself down in her seat, never once taking her eyes off me, sticking that luscious tongue of hers out even further. I felt her bring the other foot into play. She grasped my cock firmly between them and began gently moving her feet up and down. I've got great control, you know - the result of lots of practice - but with my cock in the firm grip of those warm feet, looking at those cool, blue eyes, I felt I was going to burst. Why not? I thought. Let's go for it. But at that very moment Ela suddenly burst into a helpless fit of giggles and sat up, dropping both feet to the floor, desperately trying to stifle her laughter. For a moment I couldn't see what was so funny - then I got it. Paul was being so fucking serious, staring glassy-eyed into the distance and giving this great sermon like a bishop or something, he hadn't the faintest clue what was going on. I just couldn't help myself either and burst out laughing with her. He looked wildly at each of us in turn with a face like Christ on the cross. That only made it worse. I don't remember how we finally recovered. I somehow managed to stuff my protesting dick back into my pants and zip myself up without Paul noticing. My sides were aching like hell. Ela managed to persuade Paul he'd said something really funny, that he was like, so totally fucking brilliant. He swallowed it.

That night as soon as I was back in my room, I stripped and stood at the foot of my bed, legs apart. There she was before me in my mind's eye, stark naked, her creamy white body laid out, her golden hair spilling wildly about, her long legs spread apart, ready to grip my thighs, bare feet showing their yellow soles. Her hips were thrust out and her tits were sticking up, two gorgeous dark patches surrounding her nipples, which were as stiffly erect as my cock. In the center of her rich, prominent bush, I could see the pink lips of her pussy dribbling with juice. She was looking at me, eyes wide open, tensely expectant, her tongue thrust out between her lips. I moved forward. She lifted her head to kiss me as I gently lay on top of her. The soft, warm pressure of her body against mine set my skin on fire. Climb on my rocket and we'll ride, baby! I imagined my cock brushing delicately against the moist lips of her pussy, then the smooth, tight grasp of her juicy cunt as I thrust in. She gasped, and the warm scent of her breath was intoxicating. Yep, there she was at last, twisting about, screaming, helplessly impaled on Old Dick! 

I jerked off furiously, spraying the bed with cum.

Next day I got calls from both of them. Paul wanted to go out for a drink with me that evening, mano a mano. Ela was working all day and couldn't see me. She wanted to meet up with me next day for a coffee, but told me for chrissakes not to tell Paul about it. Got it, babe, I thought. Nice move. 

So I went out with Paul that night - back to the same High Street bar next to the strip joint. When we'd had a few, I thought I'd try him on a bit more. I probed a bit about Ela, how he'd met her, what she was like in bed and so on - very polite like, laughing away, just between friends, man to man, you know. He told me she was terrific - as if I needed to be told. So I said I thought Ela was real sexy, that he was a very lucky guy. He seemed pleased enough.

"You know, I gotta admit it, I've never had a girl like your wife before."

"What on earth do you mean?" he asked, suddenly very prim and bowler-hat.

"I mean I've never had one of those blonde, East European types - they just turn me on," I said. He was looking at me, nervous, expectant. We were pretty canned by now.

"Can I tell you something - just between you and me - like, man to man?" I said in a low voice, leaning over to him, like, confidential and all that.

"Sure," he replied, cautious, but definitely intrigued.

"I jerked off last night just thinking about her."

"Really?" he said, sitting very still, right on the edge of his seat. I plunged ahead, regardless.

"Yep, there she was, that luscious white body of hers spread out naked, pinned down there on my bed by my thick, pulsing rod. Christ! I must've sprayed the whole ceiling with cum!"

He was obviously startled. For a moment I thought he was really going to punch me out. But he didn't - he just stared at me, breathing heavily. Better back down a bit, I thought. Tell him it's a compliment.

"Hey man, like, take it easy. I only meant it as a compliment - to both of you."

"That's OK...er...thanks," he stammered, looking away.

I clapped him on the back as we parted, just to reassure him.

"I just wanted you to know you've got one hell of a sexy wife. You're a lucky guy."

Next day in the shop, Ela told me she was finishing early and perhaps we could go for a coffee. I leapt at the chance. Sitting in the café, I asked her how long she'd known Paul, how was it with them, and so on. We were sitting pretty close to each other and I sensed something was in the air. We got talking about the other night.

"So what's up with Paul?" I asked her.

"Whaddya mean, what's up with Paul?" she asked, a bit defiant.

"You know exactly what I mean. Doesn't he see what's going on with us?"

"Of course he does. He's not that dumb. Look, let me tell you something."

And so she began telling me about the fantasies they shared together. She got real vivacious and excited telling me about hers. This hooker one, well, I've heard it so many times before, but the way she told it, it gave me a real hard-on. I laughed about the video thing - that was a new touch, for me at any rate. Perhaps we might do something about that, I thought.

Then, more seriously, she told me about Paul's fantasies, about how he always wanted to see her getting laid by another man.

My heart missed a beat. Easy does it, I thought, easy does it. I pretended to be shocked.

"What?"

"You know, Paul's always been trying to get me to take part in a threesome. I think he really wants to get off seeing me getting fucked by some other guy."

"But you're so gorgeous, he's such a lucky guy. Why should he want that?"

"That's just the way he is."

Another sicko in need of sex lessons - or perhaps their sex life wasn't up to much.

"He must be fucking crazy," I said. "Hell, if you were my wife I'd be so fucking jealous of you."

"Yes, but I'm not your wife - I'm his," she replied. Then she dropped a bombshell.

"Look, you wanna fuck me or not?" 

I couldn't believe my ears. There was a God after all. 

"You like me, don't you?" she said.

"Hell, babe, of course I do, I think you're terrific." 

"Well then?"

"You know I do, babe," I said. Though it had happened countless times before, for the first time in my life I felt it hit me when this chick offered me her body. What the fuck was up with me?

"Well, it looks like this is the only way we're gonna do it," she replied. "Wanna come round and join us tonight? Say about seven?" She placed her chin on her hand and looked at me provocatively. 

"Well ... you bet! But are you sure Paul's really up for this?"

She wasn't sure. She told me I should just come up around 7 that evening and that we'd 'play it by ear'. I agreed.

I had this great fucking hard-on all afternoon and couldn't concentrate on anything. I went back to my room, showered and got dressed, black leather jacket, 'lucky' crimson shirt and so on. I picked up some more booze and smokes from the shop below their apartment and turned up at 7.

I'd never seen her so made up. She looked like a real slut - but a classy one. She'd let her hair down and I could see her tits sticking out from under her T-shirt. Her feet were bare - those warm strong feet that had grasped my cock a only a couple of nights back. When she gave me a light kiss of welcome - just on the cheek, but breathing on me and with a nudge of her hips - my cock almost burst out of my pants.

"Hey man," she said. "Come over here and see some fun."

The three of us sat down by the window with her between us. Apparently, she and Paul often got a kick out of watching these guys banging away in the high-rise opposite. I don't blame them - so would I - and there was some real hot stuff going on over there. Paul brought some glasses, then we handed joints around and drank while watching these two red-hot couples making out on the other side. Yep, foursomes are fine - I'd done it a coupla times - but those four must've been high on something. They kept switching partners back and forth, back and forth - all 6 combos in various positions, all orifices used - a twisting, pinkish-brown mass of flesh, heads, arms, legs. We kept grabbing the glasses from each other and giggling as the dope hit us. I kept leaning in to Ela, feeling the electric warmth of her body. Then the couples took a break and Paul went off to get some snaps they'd made of themselves.

This was the first time I'd seen pictures of her naked. Fucking hell! She was just like I'd imagined her when I'd jerked off a couple of nights back. My cock was trying to burst out of my pants again, like that fucking 'Alien' thing. It really hurt this time and I said so.

Then Paul showed me one of them both together, their four bare feet facing the camera. OK, let's make a move, I thought.

"Wow, just imagine a third pair of feet in there," I sniggered. 

There was this tense silence. I waited for one of them to respond. Then Ela began crying.

"I want the two of you together..." she said quietly, looking away from us. I looked at Paul. He was staring back at me, mouth open, tense. I grinned. OK babe, you asked for it. 

"OK, let's do it," I said decisively. I felt a bit sweaty from all the booze, the tension and that voyeuristic stuff. "I'll just go take a quick shower."

I went to the bathroom, stripped and went under the shower. I relaxed under the warm water. Would they really be lying together naked when I got back? Paul had looked scared out of his wits. Were they having second thoughts? Was he really going to let me fuck that doll of his or was he going to chicken out? Hell! To have got so near to that chick, only to be frustrated at the last moment! I felt a bit on edge and my cock sank. But I needn't have worried. 

I heard the closet door open and drew back the curtain. Ela came in followed by Paul. They were both naked. God! There she was in the flesh at last! She was fantastic. And there it all was - golden curtains tumbling over bare, creamy skin, big, firm, round tits, two large dark circles in the middle of each, nipples sticking out, the wide hips, prominent mound and thick bush and those luscious long legs exposed at last. At the sight of her, my cock just whipped up and stood to attention, stiff as a post. Paul looked OK - I wasn't paying much attention to him, as you'd expect. His cock was also pretty rigid - thought somewhat smaller than mine, I couldn't help noticing. I couldn't believe my luck - he was actually going to let me fuck this gorgeous babe of his. They got in with me. Paul slid up and down between us for a moment, then went down and started sucking my cock. He was good at it - tickling the tip with his tongue and all, but if he wanted me to come I was having none of it.




Trinity Ch. 03



Save it pal, I thought. No way - 'cos I'm gonna shoot a full load straight into that beautiful wife of yours.

As he was busy down there sucking away, Ela and I leaned over and kissed each other savagely, our tongues curling inside each other's mouths like snakes, She tasted delicious. Then that gorgeous fucking bitch suddenly bit on my tongue and we broke off quickly as Paul rose up again. My tongue stung and throbbed and I tasted blood. Paul got hold of us both and we began moving up and down together. His face was exultant. Then suddenly he shot his load. His cum shot out, spurting over our bodies. He began to laugh hysterically, moving up and down between us. Ela and I looked at each other, then at him. What was up with him?

We got out, dried ourselves and went back to the bedroom. Ela had partially dried her hair, but it still looked wild. She'd put on more mascara.

When we got to the bedroom, Paul went to close the curtains, but Ela said no. She obviously wanted to repay the neighbors by giving them a show of her own. Fine, I thought. Let 'em all see us - I'll give 'em a hell of a demonstration. Ela ran her hands over her body for a moment, feeling it voluptuously, then threw herself playfully down on the bed and lay there in exactly the same pose as on the photo she'd shown me - legs apart, knees slightly raised. I lay down beside her. Paul was standing off to one side, a queer expression on his face, as if he'd just seen a ghost. 

"Go ahead," he muttered. Or something like that.

"OK pal," I said to myself. "Just you pay close attention. I'm going to show you how you fuck a chick like this one."

Ela was looking at me expectantly, her lips apart. I ran my hands over her hips, then bent down and kissed her belly. 

I moved up her body, thinking of that old ELP song again - here it comes, babe, a taste of my love. I eased myself between her legs and lightly brushed my cock against the lips of her pussy. They were moist. Looking straight at her, I grasped her hips, drew back and pushed forward. Her raised, prominent mound was in exactly the right position. There was a bit of resistance, as I expected, then my cock slid in. She gasped and clutched my back so violently it hurt. Yep, Old Dick was finally in there, deep within the moist, firm, warm grasp of that gloriously tight pussy. It was just as I'd hoped. We looked into each other's eyes. Our lips brushed together and our tongues touched.

"Hold on babe," I whispered, "Let's ride!" 

Then I grabbed her ass and began thrusting as deep as I could, driving her into the bed. She gasped at my first couple of thrusts, then started crying out. I felt her feet rubbing against mine. I could see from her eyes that she was already coming! 

"Quick work." I thought. "No need to hold back any longer you delicious babe, let's go over the top together."

I let myself go and just went berserk. She clutched me and screamed as I thrust my cock in as far as it could go and came. I thrust in again, trying to shoot my load in as far as it would go. Our mouths met and we kissed deeply, our throats vibrating together in a deep moan. I rocked her gently back and forth, feeling her tight pussy muscles rhythmically squeezing my cock as I squirted my cum into her. She smelled and tasted so delicious, those painted eyes looked so sexy, I felt I was going to come a second time! I went for it, freaking out as fast as I could and shooting over the top again. She was either having multiple orgasms or one long big one. She gave another scream, then burst into tears. I could feel her feet running up and down my legs. I held her to me tightly as we continued rocking back and forth, back and forth, just drifting together on some vast ocean, oblivious of everything. It had been a terrific fuck, even by my exacting standards. And she'd enjoyed it too, no question of that.

We gradually relaxed, then I withdrew and moved over to the settee to let Paul have his turn. Sure, I really get off watching couples fuck each other's brains out - so long as the chick in question isn't my wife! They looked really cool together so I thought I'd have a quick jerk-off, but Paul wanted me to lie down with them. It was his show, so I agreed.

He clung tightly to us both and banged away. After he'd shot his load, Ela got up and put on some real heavy, chunky music - obviously she was getting into stripper mode or something. 

Then the three of us went over the moon together. I have to say it, this was the hottest threesome I'd ever been in so far. She was wild, and so fucking hungry for it and I was only too happy to oblige her. We got in quite a few Big Macs, with Ela as the filling. She went into hysterical fits of laughter when I told her at least we didn't have to go to the big 'M' for these. She rode me like a bronco several times, yelling and bouncing furiously up and down, her hair flying wild. She bit me all over like a vampire. Hell, I knew she might be hot, but never expected such a fucking wildcat. Yep, this one was really screaming at the end of my cock - but my body was gonna have scars. The neighbors must've gotten a terrific sound track as well as great visuals. We finally took a break and lay propped up against the wall, all sweaty and like, totally fucked out, Ela's legs tying Paul and I up in one of those seaman's knots. But we all felt really great. Our joint exercises seemed to like really burn up the booze and dope.

"This is much better than just partying," I said. 

"It's what good friends should do more often," Paul replied, a bit dopey, but precise, clipped and scholarly as ever.

Ela decided she was ravenous and went to get more food. They had a real thing about steak tartar and vodka. When she was in the kitchen, I just couldn't resist telling Paul what a hell of a sexy chick his wife was. He seemed blissfully out of it - good, no problems so far.

Curiously, for all that she seemed to have no hang-ups, she didn't seem to be into oral sex. I remember Paul giving me a blowjob or two - he turned out to be bi like me - but Ela held back. Never mind, I thought. You can't have everything, besides, things aren't over yet. The fact is - I really wanted to get her for myself. Even after this night I felt there was something more to her - something she was holding back.

I awoke next morning with Ela already working on my cock. I didn't need much persuasion. I always feel really horny first thing in the morning and was getting ready to give it to her again when Paul suddenly announced he was going off for more smokes. OK with me bud, I thought. You want to leave your little tootsie alone in my hands - that's your affair. He wanted us to wait till he got back though. Fat chance, I thought.

When he'd gone I turned to her, ready to give her the fuck of a lifetime - but she wasn't having it.

"No, no! Not without Paul here!" she protested.

And there was nothing I could do to make her change her mind. I told her I loved her - and even as I said it, I felt something weird prick my insides. I'd used this line before with countless chicks. What was up with me this time for fuck's sake? I told her how much I wanted to get her on her own, that we owed it to each other to do it at least once without that pathetic wimp jerking off over us (I didn't put it that way of course). She seemed to want it too. We agreed we'd sort something out for the evening, somehow, and as Paul came back, she asked me to give it to her good and hard.

I obliged.

Paul tore off his clothes like they were on fire and Ela and I put on a good show for him again. I entered her and we began moving together, nice and slow to start with. I could feel this was going to be a big one. Her smell was intoxicating, my body felt on fire as it moved with hers, I felt we were going to melt together or something. I couldn't see what Paul was doing - he'd moved off somewhere. Then I felt he was doing something with our feet, fondling or kissing them or something. It felt good, but I couldn't help thinking 'what a crazy guy!' Ela was gasping in alternating rhythm with my grunts, looking into my eyes, her mouth open in silent laughter. I got it - she obviously wanted us add a decent soundtrack for Paul's benefit - so again, I obliged. Then I felt her grow more and more tense, her grasp became tighter, her eyes grew wider and wider, her gasps became cries. By now I knew exactly what stage she was at. I began to accelerate steadily, and as I did so, I could feel what Paul was doing. The 'pathetic wimp' was actually jerking off against my feet as I balled his wife! Oh well, I thought, I hope he's enjoying himself. As I felt Ela approach the bursting point, I gave a few short, rapid thrusts and we blasted off into orbit together, clinging tightly. A great flood washed over us as we looked into each others' eyes, I felt our hearts thudding in sync and my cock seemed to throb for ages, with Ela's pussy squeezing it in perfect rhythm, sucking out the very last drop of my cum.

Even as we rocked gently together, my cock caressing the deepest parts of her womb I could reach, Paul crashed down on top of us. We twisted together for a while, then I let Paul have his turn. As he finally shot his load, Ela got upset for some reason and suddenly ordered us both to get showered and dressed. I was as horny as ever and wanted to carry on, but she wasn't having it.

"Out - out - out! We'll all die of sexual exhaustion on this fucking bed," she told me firmly. Right babe, I thought. Good way to go.

I just couldn't keep my hands off her though. She dashed off to the shower and I followed her, leaving Paul moping on the bed. In the shower, we started splashing each other and generally fooling around. She seemed to be on a high again. She stuck the bottle of shower gel against her crotch and stood with legs apart, thrusting her pelvis.

"Look! I've had a sex change! See the size of my dick! Oh God! I'm ejaculating! I'm ejaculating!" She squirted shower gel at me, giggling hysterically. For some reason the sight of her doing this really turned me on big time and by now I'd had enough of being her fucking toy boy. I grabbed her ass and lifted her right up, pushing her against the wall of the cubicle. Christ! she was no fucking lightweight, but I just had to give it to her, here and now. Despite all her protests, I rammed my cock into her, right up to the hilt. She clung to me tightly, her legs wrapped round me, feet hooked round my ass, while I held her buttocks firmly and pounded away, one finger working around her asshole. To stop her yelling, I rammed my tongue right down her throat. That delicious taste again. I must've shot my load into her in less that five seconds. As I came, I felt my knees giving way and had to push her even harder against the wall as I tried to lower her down carefully. I'd just about managed to whip my cock out before we tumbled and slithered to the floor in a tangled heap. She was yelling at me, calling me a 'fucking horny insatiable bastard' or something like that, but she was giggling away at the same time. No harm done then.

After breakfast, she pulled us both out for a walk in the park close by the school where they both worked. Breakfast had featured more booze and another joint as I remember, and Ela was high as a kite. She was behaving like some stupid crazy kid, pulling us about, kissing us, banging us with her hips and so on. That suited me - she obviously didn't seem to mind what had happened in the shower - but Paul seemed moody and depressed. Well, I thought, maybe he's got every damn reason to be. His precious 'child-wife' (yup! he'd actually said that) isn't his child-wife any more. 

I'd bigger things on my mind - like how to get her out of there, at least for the early part of the night. It was a Saturday - a busy day for those 'on the game', I thought, and my place was a bit far off. At last I hit on a plan, although I wasn't sure what to do about Paul. How could I get her out of the 'eagle's eye' as the song goes? As it happened, after we had lunch together it was Paul himself, the dickhead, who invited me back. He even hugged me when I agreed to come back about 7. As I left, Ela grabbed me by the collar, drew her to me and flicked her tongue into my mouth. I wilted and promptly got a hard-on.

"You absolutely sure about this evening?" I gasped.

"Come round. We'll figure out something. Just find a place for us." She breathed on me and I thought I was going to melt. Paul had missed this exchange entirely. I couldn't figure him out. Either he was completely 'out of it' or I was some kind of pawn in his weird masochistic game. Anyway, it was time to get the plan going.

I left the building and went to the bar next door to it. The owner, Jim, was a buddy of mine. I didn't know if Paul or Ela had ever used this place, but I'd just have to take the risk.

"Hi Jim," I said as I came in. "How's it going?"

"Can't complain. How about you, anything new?"

"Yeah man. Like, something's come up - something real hot. Can you do something for me?"

"Depends."

"I've a date with a real horny chick tonight."

"That's new?"

"This one's special - you'll see. Can you let us have that room upstairs?"

"She a hooker or something?"

"Nope."

"So who's gonna pay the rent? You?"

"Look man, I'll make a deal with you."

"What kinda deal?"

"Get one of the guys to put everything on video - it'll sell."

"What, you get to bang pussy and I get the film rights, right?"

"Right."

"I dunno."

"Look man, this one's real cool - and hot, if you know what I mean - it'll be worth it."

It took a bit more persuading, but he agreed in the end.

"What time you bringing her in?"

"About half seven, OK?"

"OK."

I went home, showered again, changed, then spent the rest of the afternoon pacing the streets, high as a kite. That weird prick I'd felt in my insides that morning was growing. Damn! I think I was falling for that fucking bitch.

I came back to the apartment just before 7 after picking up more booze and smokes from the shop. She looked even sexier than she had the previous night, damn her. I got a hard-on as soon as she kissed me, as usual.

She'd no problem getting rid of Paul for a moment. She simply sent him off to the shop again by breathing the words 'long hot night' into him. He almost liquefied before my eyes. God! What a terrific, manipulative bitch. She's got the two of us wrapped completely round her little finger. We'll see though, after tonight.

As soon as he'd gone, we got down to some heavy necking on the sofa. We were like a couple of kids trying to escape from Momma and Poppa and go on a date.

"What's it gonna be then, babe?" I asked, before she could bite my tongue off.

Then suddenly she wasn't sure. She seemed worried about how Paul would react. She began to cry. She said we should go out for a drink and just 'think about it'. Christ! What a roller coaster!

"What's there to think about?" I asked. She was giving me the jitters. Don't back out now for fuck's sake.

Then she suddenly told me that if I was going to fuck her 'properly' we needed to find the right place - and not too far away. Relief. I told her not to worry, that I'd fixed everything up. She kept pressing me as to where, but I told her we should just get outside and go for a drink first. All would come to pass - or pass to cum - if only we could persuade Paul to let us out for a while. 

When we heard him coming back we sprang up and went into the kitchen. We confronted him as he came in. Ela was hanging on my arm. I decided to take the plunge.

"Hey man, look, do you mind if your wife and I take a short walk together," Robin asked. "We'd just like to talk about something, we won't be long." 

And the fuckhead agreed. Ela promised him we'd be back soon and then we'd all 'get down to business' together. Again, he swallowed it, hook, line and whatever.

She went to fix her mascara - which had become a bit smudged during our wrestling match on the sofa - then put on this long, black coat. We finally got the hell out of there.

It was a warm, windy night and Ela now seemed real excited. I led her into the bar next to the building. She was surprised, and told me she and Paul hadn't been in there before. Great, I thought. Less complications. She glanced at the room upstairs and asked me about it, so I told her what it was. She didn't seem a bit phased. She hadn't tagged on yet.

We went in and I fixed her up with a drink. Then I went to see Jim.

"OK, bud?" I asked him.

"Sure. Hey, that the one you were talking about?"

"That's the one."

"She sure is one hell of a fox. Where'd you find her?"

"One of the 'university wives' from next door," I replied, indicating with my head.

"You're kidding!"

"Nope."

"You bastard! How the hell d'you pull 'em?"

"That's my secret."

"Well, all I can say is, you've got great taste. You're also a damn lucky sonofabitch. Give her one from me when you're balling her, OK?"

"Sure will. Everything set up upstairs?"

"Yep. One of the guys is on it right now. Here's the key. Give us a good show. We'll see about the editing afterwards."

"Thanks pal. You'll get your show all right."

I got another bottle - emergency supplies - and went back to her. She was very nervous now, and having second thoughts about the whole thing again. But I soon pulled her out of it. Finally she asked me where we were going to go. I told her. She seemed shocked.

"What the hell do you think I am? A hooker?"

"You told me that's what you wanted to be - now's your chance. Let's go, doll."

I led her upstairs. A few of the guys were winking at me and giving me the 'thumbs up' as we left.

She seemed totally amazed by the room, by the crimson light, the mirrors and, above all, the waterbed. She just couldn't get over it. She pulled her boots off and bounced up and down on it like some kid at a fairground, giggling away. I pulled her to me and gave her a good feel-up, kissing her, nice, long and slow. This time it was she who melted. I kept an eye on one of the mirrors - the one facing the foot of the bed. I knew what was behind there, but decided not to let on to her about that just yet.

"Let's do this properly," she panted, really hot now.

"Normally the client calls the shots," I answered, grinning at her. "But this time I agree."

I won't tell you all the details of what happened the rest of that night - anyway, maybe you'll be one of the lucky ones that gets to see that video. All I can say is - like, this was really the hottest night of my life so far bar none, and that's saying a lot. You see, although she was one hell of a wildcat when she got turned on, she was still so innocent in many ways. She was also the type of white chick I'd always dreamed of having - real exotic, at least for me. And then, there I was doing it with her right under the nose of that uptight, jerk husband of hers. All of this turned me on like all hell. 

And she had a surprise for me - the first of two. When we finally got naked, she was wearing this black lace G-string I'd not seen the other night. She looked fantastic in the crimson light in that G-string, standing with her legs apart, hands on her thrusting hips, her now darkish-looking hair spilling out in curtains over her face and shoulders, her tongue sticking out between those luscious lips, those painted eyes making her look like some kind of demoness. She was so fucking lovely I almost cried.

I kissed her from head to luscious, juicy pussy, slowly drawing off the G-string. She stepped out of it, gave me a playful push, then skipped over to the bed, buttocks jiggling. She threw herself down on it. I followed. We played around like a couple of kids for a while, then I gave those long legs the workover, kissing every part of them, every inch of delicious skin. When I started working on her feet she went almost hysterical.




Trinity Ch. 03



"Christ! You're almost as bad as Paul," she giggled. Then she entwined me in those tentacle-like legs of hers and drew me down into her.

I could say I fucked the living daylights out of her that night, but to be fair, she gave as good as she got. She took a bit of time to get the hang of waterbed fucking - you know, the rhythm thing and all - but I gotta admit it, she was very quick off the mark. She did the vampire thing on me again. I don't blame her - she was from vampire country, wasn't she? I don't think she even knew she was doing it, especially when she was coming - which she must have done God knows how many times that evening. She was just so fucking hungry for it, even after the previous night, it was just her, just part of the game. 

As we were just lying there together at one point, my cock still rammed deep up her pussy, I talked to her quite a bit about Paul. I wanted her to leave all that married crap, all those fucking mind games, and hook up with me. She cried and told me she just couldn't - not at the moment. That gave me hope. Perhaps later. I think you've guessed what was happening to me. She'd cracked me - me, of all people! I was in love with the goddamn bitch. 

Anyway, we got to do stuff we hadn't done the night before when Paul was around. She seemed to lose all her inhibitions entirely, and pulled off quite a few firsts.

Among these was her second surprise - the blowjob of the century. I asked her for it of course and she was a bit nervous about it for some reason - but when she started on me I just couldn't believe it. I should have known it, from the way she used that tongue of hers. She used it so expertly now, tickling, sucking and working her way round the head of my cock I couldn't believe she hadn't gone all the way before. The approach of my orgasm was almost agonizing - a slow steady swell getting bigger and bigger, impossibly bigger. I grasped her hair real brutally and yelled when I finally burst and came into her, pumping my cum down her neck like a fire hose in full blast. She didn't miss a drop. Anyway - all this is on record. I repaid her like for like of course, giving that delicious clit of hers the workout of a lifetime.

After we'd been in orbit for a while with a nice, long, slow sixty-niner, we passed out, or at least I did. The next thing I knew was her jerking me awake, yelling and screaming at me furiously about the time, about Paul and all. We dressed like fury. Before we left the room I winked at the mirror. I wasn't sure if anyone was still behind it at the time, but as I found out later, they'd done a good job. She didn't see me do it - I still hadn't told her about it - but then, we'd been so busy I hadn't had the chance to tell her, right? As we went out of the bar, a couple of the guys who were still there winked at me. I gave them the thumbs-up. Ela almost dragged me along the ground back to the apartment by the hair.

We'd decided not to breathe a word to Paul of what we'd done, but hey, that'd been a hell of a long 'walk' hadn't it? We had a tough time explaining it. He wasn't that dumb. In the end we spilled the beans - or at least some of them. He was mad alright - but just frozen cold mad, not violent mad, thank God. I think he'd kinda come to terms with the inevitable while we were out. Now he wanted us all to get it on together like on the previous night. But Ela and I were just too fucking shagged out, her mascara was a mess and we both smelled of you-know-what. Paul could see all this - and smell it - and it must've made him feel so much worse. Obviously we hadn't done it 'just once' as we'd tried to get away with saying at first. He wanted us to show him exactly what we'd done. No way, I thought. But Ela, more out of pity I guess, persuaded me to put on another show for him.

"Classic mish - nothing else," she whispered in my ear when Paul wasn't looking. "Think of it as a sex show."

He was going to get out his camera. I looked at Ela and she shook her head. 

"No way, man," I said. "Either watch us live or don't watch us at all." 

He put the thing away and the three of us stripped.

So we got it on for him again - nice and easy - and came off together as a matter of course, like a couple of pros. We tried to forget about Paul and concentrate on each other, but she was much gentler and quieter this time, almost sad, regretful. No screaming, grunting, panting or kicking about - just sucking kisses and the soft, rhythmic caress of her bare feet against my legs. She had tears in her eyes when she came. She groaned loudly then for the first time. We clung together tightly for a while, not moving as I felt my cock pulsing inside her. There was something almost tragic, something final about it.

Then Paul wanted to get it on with me. I did it, more out of pity than anything else. After all, he wasn't a bad guy at all, and certainly attractive enough for a bi like me. He was playing some kind of role reversal - he wanted me in the mish position with his dick between my thighs. Ela was caressing our bare feet as we rocked back and forth together. Yep, definitely a role-reversal thing.

That was it though. Ela and I just couldn't go on. We were scarcely conscious. Christ! Talk about having one's brains fucked out - not to mention the booze and dope.

"Get out then, you bastard," said Paul coldly. "I'm not having you in here with us."

Ela took me by the arm and led me off to their spare room. Paul followed, watching us carefully. I tumbled into the camp bed they'd had set up there and passed out.

I awoke with the feel of Ela's lips on mine and of her hands gently stroking my hair. She breathed into me. 

"Hey Rob, time to get up, my lazy bird of prey. Breakfast's ready." She said softly.

"Hi babe, I'm flying to you now. Here, kiss me." 

I reached up for her and drew her down towards me, but at that moment Paul came in. His fucking Excellency was not amused. Ela backed off, looking at me steadily and giving me a slight shake of her head.

Breakfast was the usual. But even with the shots, there wasn't much conversation. Ela didn't look at me much, and then only for a moment, a very neutral glance, no eye games, no tonguing, nothing. I tried to catch her eye. No go. Something was wrong. It was as if I'd become some sort of embarrassment for her.

Then I suddenly understood what the game was. I'd served my purpose and fulfilled their fantasies, now they wanted me the hell out of there so they could go back to playing happy families. The stud's done his job - time to pack him off to the tanner's. I sensed doors closing between me and them. When we'd finished, they seemed to want I should get my ass out of there as quickly as possible. I obliged. After all, I thought, I don't think I've exactly solved their marital problems for them. Ela's not someone who can keep her mouth shut for long - not with him on at her all the time. Rather her than me. Fuck you both, I thought angrily. But then I had, hadn't I? And real good. Especially that little tootsie of his. Her sweet little pussy isn't just his anymore. She's joined the great sisterhood of all those with my cum running through their bodies. And she's got the juices of all those others inside her too. Let him deal with that one if he can.

I packed up and left. But before I did, I took out the couple of bottles I'd brought from the shop the evening before.

"Here, keep this," I said, looking at Ela coldly. "I think you two are gonna need it more than I will." 

And that was that I thought, as I closed the door.

But it wasn't. Try as I could, I just couldn't get her out of my system. I tried drinking, I tried dope, I tried pacing the streets, I tried popping cherry and sweating over every chick I could lay my hands on. It was just no fucking good. And jacking off over her only made it worse. There was a dull ache inside me every time I remembered her, in that coffee bar, in the bar after the strip club, when we were one body together in that room, her gorgeous eyes fixed on me, that tongue of hers sticking out. She'd left a nest of fishhooks in my belly all right. My flesh seemed soaked with the feel of her, the smell of her body, of her breath. Hell, her vampire juices were part of my blood now. She was 'under my skin' as they say. She'd really got me by the balls, the goddamn bitch. So much for the fourth 'F'. 

But as it turned out, that wasn't the end of the story, oh no, no way. Believe it or not, despite what you may have heard, the three of us weren't through yet. As you'd expect, the two of them went through a pretty rough patch afterwards - and never somehow got out of it. Paul started balling this chick he knew at the school. She was a real neat kid - definitely part of the next installment. Ela also got up to a few tricks of her own - and some pretty wild ones too. Like I said, no woman's ever the same once she's passed through my hands. I like to think I'd sort of 'broken her in' in another sense. Sure as hell, she changed all right. A 'tootsie' she was not, at least, not anymore. 

No, no, my friends - that's not the end of the story at all. There's a hell of a lot more.

Oh yeah, that video? Ah well you see, that's part of it. 



Trinity Ch. 03



"How deep is the water?" Alec asked. He leaned over to get a closer look.

"I think it's only about twelve feet deep, so that's not too bad. It's still dangerous though for anyone out here wandering around. It's a good thing we have those fences up to keep people out." Joshua teased.

"I think as a member of the security team I have every right to know every inch of the island, Mr. Finnegan." Alec couldn't keep the heat out his voice. 

"I know that, Alec, I was only teasing you. Settle down, okay?" Joshua gave Alec another lazy grin.

"Sorry about that. I'm very serious about my job." Alec's eyes searched the heavens again out of habit.

"That's a good quality to have, Alec. Please though, call me Joshua." His eyes followed Alec's gaze into the night sky. "What are you looking for?" Joshua asked, his eyes still gazing at the stars.

"It's…" Alec paused. Should he share such personal information with this man? He barely even knew Joshua. It had taken him years before he would even share the secret of their start with Joey. There was that name again. "It was my parents' star. They were away on business a lot when I was younger, so we picked out a star to look at and this way no matter where any of us where at, we could look at the star and be together."

"Was?" Joshua gently asked. Alec could hear the concern in the man's voice.

"They passed away a few years ago." Alec smiled at their memory. "They were amazing people and really touched everyone that came into their lives. When I was little I was afraid of the dark, so they hung a wind chime on my bedroom balcony to ward off evil spirits and…I'm sorry, Joshua, I don't know why I started rambling." Alec's voice trailed off. He hadn't meant to just start rambling about his parents. My God, what was this man doing to him? Alec felt a deep blush spread across his face and neck and he looked away from Joshua in embarrassment.

"Hey," Joshua said as he stepped closer to Alec. Joshua reached out to turn Alec's face back to him. Alec's eyes met Joshua's, but the man didn't move his hand from Alec's face. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are when you blush like that?"

Alec didn't have any time to respond because Joshua stepped even closer to him. Joshua leaned over and captured Alec's lips in with his own. It was a kiss of pure need and passion. Any thought in Alec's head was suddenly gone as his head, and the rest of his body, exploded in pleasure. His breath caught in his throat and he felt dizzy. Alec reached out and grabbed onto Joshua to keep his balance. Joshua responded by deepening the kiss and pulling Alec's body up against his own.

Certain things are remembered for a lifetime and a first kiss is one of them. That kiss by the waterfall was the first kiss the Alec ever experienced in his entire life, and he was fortunate to have his first kiss be so earth shattering. He couldn't stop the small moan the rumbled in the back of his throat as he felt Joshua's tongue slip into his mouth. Alec quickly regained his senses and realized what was happening. As much as he wanted this to continue, there was no way that he could allow that. Alec stepped back from Joshua breaking the kiss; his hand reached up to feel his now swollen lips.

"What…what was that?" Alec managed to gasp. Joshua's breathing was ragged and Alec couldn't describe the look on the man's face. The only thing he could tell was that it resembled confusion, but why would Joshua be confused?

"That…" Joshua paused and took a deep breath. "Had to be the most amazing thing I've ever experienced in my entire life." He took a step towards Alec.

"Wait a minute." Alec said as he stepped back away from Joshua. He didn't have a chance to say anything else because he had reached the edge of the water. Without even realizing how close he was to the edge Alec stepped backwards and fell into the water.

"ALEC!" Joshua called out as his eyes scanned the water's surface. A thousand different things ran though Joshua's mind. He hadn't meant to kiss Alec, but sweet Jesus was he glad he did. Never in his entire life had he ever experienced a connection like that with someone so instantly. A few moments passed and Alec had still not broke back through the water. Joshua kicked off his shoes and dove into the water.

Joshua's body sliced through the water easily and he quickly looked around for Alec. He stayed under until his lungs practically burned from the lack of oxygen. Joshua quickly surfaced again and took a huge much needed breath of air. He was about to dive back underwater when he felt a pair of arms wrap around his body. Joshua jerked around to find Alec bobbing in the water next to him.

"Where the fuck did you go?" Joshua demanded. Fire and emotion exploded in the man's voice. "I was waiting for you to surface again and freaked out when I didn't see you."

"I surfaced on the other side of the pool, Joshua. I was trying to get my bearings when I heard you call, but I didn't have a chance to respond before you dove in. I swam over here as quickly as I could." Alec replied with a hint of fear in his voice. He couldn't believe how upset Joshua was getting. "This entire situation is your fault to begin with!"

"How the hell is it my fault, Alec?" Joshua asked angrily. "You were there one who fell into the water to begin with."

"That was after the first kiss thing you started!" Alec nearly shouted back. 

"So you freaked out?" Joshua asked as they continued to tread water. "It was just a kiss, Alec."

"Maybe for you." Alec muttered and headed back towards dry land. He had only swum a few paces when Joshua moved up beside him.

"What do you mean 'maybe for you', Alec?" Joshua asked. By that time they had reached water's edge and Alec was ready to take off. Joshua reached out and stopped him. Alec mumbled something unintelligible. "Damn it, what did you say?"

"I said it was the first time I've ever gotten kissed. OKAY?!" Alec yelled back.

Joshua's face betrayed his shock at Alec's words. Could it even be possible that a man as gorgeous and attractive as Alec could have never been kissed before? Alec looked away from Joshua for the second time that night in embarrassment.

"Are you serious?" Joshua asked Alec. Alec didn't look back at him, but slowly nodded his head, almost shamefully. "I'm sorry, Alec, I shouldn't have kissed you like that."

"Why is that?" Alec quietly asked.

"The way I kissed you was too forceful, too possessive." Joshua responded. "A first kiss shouldn't be like that. It should have been like this."

As soon as the words left Joshua's mouth he leaned into Alec for the second time. His lips carefully and gently brushed over Alec's. Alec responded quicker this time to Joshua's touch. His arms reached out and snaked around Joshua's waist, pulling the man up against him. The water brushed up against their legs at knee level. Alec's mouth opened up to Joshua invitingly and Joshua responded by slowly sliding his tongue in. 

Alec thought the first kiss was enough to blow him away, but this kiss went even far beyond that. That first kiss ignited every nerve ending in his body, but this kiss was so different. It made his body feel like it was on fire, but this time he could feel sensations snake down into his heart. A thought quickly flashed through Alec's mind. Could it be possible that Vanessa was right? Was there such a thing as love at first sight?

Alec wasn't able to contemplate any further thoughts as he felt Joshua's hands slide down his back and cup his firm ass. Alec's back arched and he pushed himself up against Joshua's wet body. Their firm, taut chest muscles rubbed against each other and it turned Alec on even more. Alec was a little afraid of where things might have been going, but for once his life he didn't care. He was ready for practically anything. Alec made the decision before he stepped foot on the island to go with the flow. Besides the fact that Joshua was so damn hot and Alec didn't think he could stop himself.

Alec's hands slid under Joshua's shirt and over his firm, muscled abs. Joshua's hands stroked Alec's face and ran back through his hair. Alec allowed his hands to run even further up Joshua's body until his hands brushed over Joshua's nipples. He arched at the touch and Alec continued his exploration. Joshua's tongue seemed to delve even further in Alec's mouth, and he didn't stop the moan that rumbled his throat. Joshua broke the kiss, his gaze burning into Alec's.

"Who are you?" Joshua huskily asked, his voice dropping in timber. He didn't wait for Alec's answer and pulled them back into deeper waters. 

"What do you mean?" Alec asked as the water rose almost to his chin. He didn't know why he was even still there with Joshua, but his heart kept telling him it was the right thing to do. 

"I've never met anyone like you before in my life. You're so innocent, untouched." Joshua quietly replied. A piece of wet hair was stuck to Alec's cheek and Joshua reached out and brushed it off. His hand remained in place, gently stroking Alec's face. His words, a reminder of Alec's inexperience, caused another blush from Alec. "I don't mean it like that, Alec. It doesn't matter to me how much experience you have. What I meant was that you seem so…what's the word I'm looking for? Pure?"

"You're making me sound like a nun." Alec murmured as Joshua continued to stroke his cheek.

"More like an angel." Joshua's voice was a husky whisper.

He captured Alec's mouth again with his own. Alec pushed his body up against Joshua and wrapped his arms around him. It was Joshua's turn to groan from the intense feelings that wreaked havoc through his body. Joshua was glad that he needed some time to think and ended up at the waterfall that night. Otherwise he would have never had those moments with Alec.

Alec couldn't stop the desire and hunger that was rising in his body. In fact he had no urge to stop it, but to let the fire inside burn and consume him completely. He reached out and began to peal the shirt off of Joshua's wet, hard body. Joshua had no complaints and lifted his arms to help. Alec removed the shirt, but was unsure where to put it. They were still standing neck deep in the cool, refreshing water. Joshua solved the problem by taking the shirt and laying it across his shoulders. 

"Follow me, Alec. I have something to show you." Joshua said and started to swim towards the waterfall.

Alec swam behind Joshua as thoughts of what could happen went through his head. His heart was beating so hard Alec thought it was going to burst right out of his chest. Everything was so new and fresh to him. His mind was telling him that it was simply a fling and nothing more, but his heart was telling him something completely different. Alec couldn't help being drawn to Joshua and he felt something stir deep within his soul. Vanessa's face drifted through his mind with the words 'I told you so'. 

He pushed the image and words out of his head as he saw Joshua go into the waterfall itself. Where the hell was he going? A bit of fear had begun to build in Alec's stomach, but he quickly pushed it away. He followed Joshua's lead and swam into the falling water. The force of the water was greater than Alec thought it would be and he was afraid he was going to sucked underwater. Suddenly, he felt something grab his hand and pull him forward. 

Alec broke through the wall of water to find Joshua hanging onto his hand. There was a ledge and what looked like a small cave hidden right behind the waterfall. Joshua helped pull Alec from the water and the sound of the falls surrounded them. The moonlight reflected off of the wall of water and gave the space some illumination. 

"This place is absolutely amazing." Alec breathed out. He turned towards Joshua to find that the man had discarded his wet shirt. Alec's eyes took in the beauty that was before him. Joshua's chest was as well built as his own, and his eyes took in the peaks and valleys of the man's muscles. His breath caught in his throat. "You're…you're beautiful."

Joshua flushed slightly at Alec's words and it caused Alec's passion to grow. Was it is possible Joshua wasn't as tough as he seemed? Alec smiled shyly and pulled his own shirt over his head and allowed it to fall to the ground. Joshua walked over to him and began to feel his body. 

Their lips met again in a soft, gentle kiss. Alec pulled Joshua up against him and could feel the man's arousal. His body trembled at the intimate contact and he thought for sure he was going to lose it. Joshua stepped back ending the kiss and pulled his sandals off of his feet. Alec followed suit and removed his own socks and shoes. His hands reached down to unbutton his shorts, but Joshua's hands stopped him.

"Why don't you let me have the honors, Alec?" Joshua's voice still made Alec's knees feel like rubber. He couldn't find his voice to respond and simply nodded. Joshua smiled at him and lowered to his knees. "I've been imagining this since the moment I saw you."

He gently undid the button on Alec's shorts and slowly pulled the zipper down. Joshua paused for a moment because he hands were shaking a bit. Why did this man have such a hold over him? Joshua's hands reached up and began to pull the shorts down, which was more difficult since the water made it stick to Alec's skin. Finally the shorts fell to the ground leaving Alec standing in a pair of white, now practically transparent, boxer briefs. Alec's arousal was very evident and Joshua's eyes widened slightly. Alec definitely had a very ample package. 

His hands gently ran over Alec's stiffness causing him to shudder and moan. It turned Joshua on even more knowing that he was the first man to touch Alec that way. His eyes locked with Alec's as he leaned forwarded and rubbed his cheek over the man's hard shaft. Alec's hands reached out and his fingers laced themselves through Joshua's hair pulling the man closer. 

Joshua slowly moved his head up and captured the head of Alec's cock in his mouth through the wet fabric. He gently sucked and chewed at the thickness and groaned. Joshua could taste Alec's arousal and knew how turned on he was. His hands ran up Alec's thick, hard thighs and began to massage the man's bubble shaped ass. 

Alec's body felt like it was jolted with electricity the minute Joshua's mouth made contact with his body. He had imagined what sex would feel like a thousand times before, but he hadn't even been close. Feeling and watching the things Joshua was doing was making him go crazy. He almost felt relief as Joshua began to pull down his underwear.

As soon as Alec's cock was free from it's wet prison it slapped up against his rock hard stomach. Joshua never took his eyes off of it as he finished taking Alec's underwear off. He leaned forward and captured one of Alec's long hanging balls into his hungry mouth. Joshua's tongue swabbed at the smooth orb as his lips sucked on it. Alec's body shuddered and Joshua had to help keep Alec standing.

"Maybe you should lie down. I don't want you to get hurt, baby." Joshua said and guided Alec onto the ground.

Alec was about to question Joshua about calling him baby, but just as he opened his mouth Joshua engulfed the head of his cock. The intense heat and wetness stopped anything from coming out of Alec's mouth except a deep groan. Joshua's tongue swirled around the fat head as a few inches disappeared into his mouth. Alec's toes curled in pleasure and he was barely able to stop himself from coming. His back arched and forced another few inches into Joshua's eager mouth. 

Joshua reached up and gently massaged Alec's low hanging sac. He took a deep breath through his nose and swallowed the rest of Alec's cock. His nose buried itself into slight bush of hair Alec had above his penis. Joshua never touched himself the entire time, which was odd for him. He usually had to keep himself aroused, but with Alec everything was different. He had to stop himself from jumping Alec in the Journey attraction earlier that night. 

"Oh fuck, Joshua." Alec murmured. His entire body shook from the new, exciting feelings that raced through him. "I want to see you."

The sound of Alec's voice sent shivers down Joshua's spine. He really didn't want to stop what he was doing, but he wasn't going to let Alec down. Joshua slowly let go of Alec's cock and stood up. He took his time unbuttoning his shorts and pulling them down. Alec's gaze was like fire on his skin because Joshua could practically feel the heat from it. 

Joshua stood before Alec completely naked, the waterfall cascading down behind him. It felt like a dream to Alec; everything was so surreal. Joshua moved towards Alec as he sat up. Alec's eyes focused on Joshua's impressive manhood. He wasn't as big as Alec, but Joshua was definitely a bit thicker. Alec tentatively reached out and wrapped his hand around Joshua's shaft. It amazed Alec that it felt so hard and warm, but it still felt soft and pliant at the same time. 

It almost felt like he was holding his own dick in his hand but yet he wasn't. Alec slightly tightened his grip and stroked Joshua's cock. A bead of fluid appeared at the mushroom head and Alec expertly maneuvered his thumb to rub in the liquid. Alec might not have any sexual experience with someone else, but he certainly knew how to properly stroke a hot, hard cock. 

"Are you sure you've never done this before?" Joshua quietly asked. Alec's hand was like pure magic on his erection and he could feel his balls churning with need.

"I've never done it with anyone else, Joshua, but I definitely know how to stroke a gorgeous dick like this." Alec shyly grinned.

Joshua's eyes closed from the pleasure that throbbed through his body. Alec took advantage of this and leaned forwarded and cautiously licked at the head of Joshua's dick. He wasn't sure exactly what it would taste like, but whatever it was turned Alec on even more. He quickly moved closer and slid his mouth over part of the cock in his hand. 

Joshua didn't think the pleasure could get any better, but feeling Alec's virgin mouth wrap around him practically sent him into orbit. His hands reflexively reached out and grabbed the sides of Alec's head. He had to stop himself from vigorously fucking the hot mouth in front of him. Joshua had to remember that this was Alec's first time and he didn't want to ruin this moment for the man. 

Alec was so turned on he got completely lost in the new feelings he was experiencing. His hands reached out and began to massage and pull on Joshua's hot, smooth ass. Alec could sense the man was holding back, and he didn't want that to happen. He wanted Joshua to let go completely; he wasn't afraid of him. At Alec's urging Joshua began to slowly fuck Alec's mouth allowing him to get used to the feeling. It only took a few moments before Joshua was thrusting into Alec's mouth until his pubic hair was pressing against the man's nose. 

Alec took to sex like a duck to water. It was like someone flipped an invisible switch somewhere deep inside of him. His body reacted and moved almost automatically. Who said all those hours of surfing for porn on the Internet wouldn't pay off at some point? Alec mimicked Joshua's previous movement by reaching up and massaging the man's heavy balls. An animal-like groan erupted from Joshua's mouth and Alec felt the man tense. Suddenly, Joshua pulled his cock out of Alec's mouth and lifted him to his feet. 

"You are fucking incredible." Joshua growled and claimed Alec's mouth passionately. Their tongues battled for dominance as Joshua reached up and began to pinch and pull on Alec's nipples. Alec's body jerked from the intense pleasure that shot through his chest. Joshua felt Alec's reaction and ended the kiss. His head leaned down and captured one of Alec's hard nipples in his mouth. Alec soon found out that his nipples were directly attached to his cock. Every time Joshua's tongue slid over one of his nipples his cock would throb and twitch. 




Trinity Ch. 03



Alec's dick was steadily leaking and this allowed it to smoothly slide up against Joshua's stomach. His hips thrusted against Joshua as his nipples continued to get sucked and played with. He could feel the tip of Joshua's cock rubbing on the underside of his balls and it was driving him crazy. Alec felt his balls shift and he knew he was quickly approaching a very large orgasm. Joshua must have felt the change too because he suddenly stopped and stepped back from Alec, both men gasping and trying to catch their breath.

"Why the hell did you stop?" Alec breathlessly demanded.

"We were both getting way too close, and I'm not ready for this to end yet." Joshua softly replied. 

Joshua turned and dropped down into the water. Alec laughed and quickly followed him into the water. There were a few feet of space between the rock wall and the falling water. The two men playfully grabbed at each other in the water for a few minutes to allow themselves to cool down. It wasn't long before they began to kiss passionately all over again. 

Joshua drifted until his back was up against the wall to allow them more stability and control in the water. Alec floated along with him, never breaking their hot kiss. Alec's hands reached held onto the wall behind Joshua. Their kiss deepened and playtime was over. Passion had taken over control of their bodies and there was no stopping it.

Joshua's body arched up to get as much body contact with Alec as possible. He wrapped his legs around Alec to pull the man closer. Joshua had always been a physical person before, but he never felt the need to be so close to someone. His cock was trapped in between their bodies and the friction was causing an intense amount of pleasure. Alec began to lick and suck on Joshua's neck as he thrusted against his body. 

Joshua tightened his legs around Alec causing his body to slightly lift. This caused Alec's cock to slide behind his balls and start to rub against his hot hole. Joshua had only bottomed once his life, but looking at the gorgeous man in front of him made his ass twitch eagerly. Alec's cock continued to rub and massage Joshua's ass and it made him crave Alec even more.

"I want you inside me, Alec." Joshua panted out.

"W...what?" Alec stuttered. He had heard Joshua, but he wasn't sure if the man meant what Alec thought he meant.

"I need that big cock of yours inside me." Joshua's eyes pleaded with Alec. "Please."

Alec felt Joshua's legs tighten even more around his waist and he could feel Joshua's hole twitch and pull at his cock. Alec continued to slowly rub his cock against Joshua as he thought about the request. He didn't have much more time to think about it because Joshua tilted his hips and the head of his cock pushed right into Joshua's hot hole. The entry should have been extremely painful, but between Joshua's need and the fact they were practically submerged in water there really wasn't any pain. 

"Oh my God." Alec breathed out as he felt his cock slide into Joshua's body. It was like pushing his cock into a hot, velvety furnace. "You're so fucking tight and hotter than hell."

Joshua wasn't able to respond to Alec. His body had gone into sensory overload. His ass practically hummed around Alec's thick, hard shaft. Joshua responded by pushing his ass up to meet Alec causing almost all of Alec's cock to sink into his tight ass. He wrapped his arms around Alec's neck and pulled him into a fiery kiss. 

Alec had been afraid that he wouldn't know what to do, but the minute his cock entered Joshua's hot ass his body went on autopilot. He started a slow rhythm and thrusted gently into the gorgeous man under him. So many new sensations rocked his body Alec wasn't able to keep track of them. Joshua's ass muscles grabbed and massaged Alec's cock. 

Alec had intended to keep his pace as slow and easy as possible, but Joshua had begun sucking and nibbling on his neck. Alec couldn't help it as he began to push his cock deeper and faster into Joshua. Joshua didn't protest in any way. He knew that Alec had never done it before, but the man was fucking him like a pro. Every time Alec's cock plunged inside of him it brushed over his prostate. Electric waves of pleasure rolled through Joshua's body and he knew that he wouldn't be able to hang on much longer. 

Alec could feel Joshua's body tighten and he knew that Joshua was very close to reaching an orgasm. Alec quickened his pace trying to get them off together. Joshua grunted out a warning and Alec felt the man's cock twitch and then explode against his body underwater. Joshua's ass muscles clamped down hard on Alec's cock and that was all it took to send him over the edge. Alec thrusted one final time into Joshua and felt his cock explode deep inside of Joshua's ass. 

The two men clung to each other as they shared an intense, earth shattering orgasm. Their lips met instantly and they shared a sweet, soulful kiss. Alec felt his body stir again, but it wasn't his cock. It was his heart. He felt that they just shared a lot more than just their bodies with each other. Alec felt like their souls had connected in some amazing way, but did Joshua feel the same way?

* * *

Vanessa giggled as she looked across the table at Sabrina. They had been spending hour after excruciating hour with each other waiting for Alec to return. Where the fuck had her wayward brother gone? Vanessa had subjected Sabrina to every girly sleepover idea that came into her head. At the moment almost every hair on Sabrina's head was braided and a green mud mask covered her face.

"Are you sure you don't want to dance some more?" Vanessa cheerfully asked.

"I'm positive." Sabrina grunted with a sigh. "If you make me do the Electric Slide or the Macarena one more time someone is going to die, though right now I'm not sure if I'll shoot you or myself."

"There is no reason for you to such a sour puss. We are totally having a great time. Doesn't every girl like to pamper herself?" Vanessa smiled.

"Why don't you just drop the game, Vanessa? I'm not nearly as stupid as you look." Sabrina sarcastically replied. "I know this blond thing is a total act. The only question I have, is why are you doing it?"

"I totally have no clue what you're talking about, but that was like totally harsh." Vanessa glared at Sabrina. "You obviously had a big ole glass of hater-aid of breakfast today."

"Have it your way. I'm going to wash this shit off of my face." Sabrina rolled her eyes and headed back towards the bathroom.

Vanessa stood up and went over to one of the windows. She gently eased back the curtain a bit and looked out into the darkness for any sign of her brother. Alec had been gone for almost three hours and she was starting to get worried. Vanessa had disliked Sabrina before, but that had changed during their time together. She decided that it was more than dislike; she hated Sabrina.

The woman was a condescending, arrogant bitch and Vanessa had to stop herself a few times that night from beating Sabrina senseless. Vanessa was sure that if Sabrina was to get laid that might kill the bug that was up her ass. Then again, that might not help at all because Vanessa figured any dick that got near Sabrina would freeze up and fall off. The woman was definitely a major ice queen.

Vanessa felt she might have to just pry the stick out of the woman's ass and just beat her with it. That thought of doing that at least brought a smile to Vanessa's face and eased some of her tension. If only Alec would get his ass here, she wouldn't have to deal with Sabrina much longer. Alec would be able to tactfully get rid of the pig. He was so much better dealing with people than she was. 

Sabrina walked back into the living room just as her purse began to ring. She quickly walked over to the couch and retrieved her bag. Sabrina fished inside it for a few moments before pulling out a cell phone.

"Sabrina McKnight…where are you at?" She said into the small phone. "I'm on the employee island going over some business policies with the new security team. Yes, she is." Sabrina looked over at Vanessa and laughed into her phone. Vanessa's shoulders tensed and she took deep, calming breaths. "I don't know where he is. He told me that he was heading back to the office to finish some things up before turning in. Okay…I'll be here."

"Was that your boyfriend calling?" Vanessa's voice was completely sugar coated.

"I don't see how it is any of your business who calls me." Sabrina practically snarled.

"Testy, testy! You really need to calm down because you're like totally screwing up your aura." Vanessa giggled.

Before either woman could say another word the front door swung open. Vanessa pivoted her body and was prepared to toss her knife again when she saw who was standing there.

"It's about time you decided to return, Alec." Vanessa said shooting her brother an evil look. "Sabrina has been kind enough to keep me company the last few hours."

Alec saw the look of death on his sister's face and knew he was in for a world of trouble later, but he wasn't worried about it. He was too excited to talk to Vanessa about what happened back on the main island. Alec almost laughed out loud when he saw Sabrina's hair and there was some green crap stuck around her face in some places. Vanessa must have been putting the woman through a girls' night from hell.

"Did you two have fun while I was gone?" Alec asked with amusement.

"We had a wonderful time, Alec. I'm glad to see that you've finally come back though." Sabrina gushed. Vanessa wanted to throw up just from the fake sound that Sabrina's voice had taken. "We'll have time to go over some your ideas for the mission. We have to make sure we are all on the same page, otherwise we'll be going down in flames."

Vanessa had opened her mouth to interject something but was cut off at the sound of knocking on the door. All three of them looked at each other cautiously before Alec grabbed the doorknob. He could tell by the way Vanessa was standing that she most likely had a knife drawn and ready. Sabrina's hand was in her purse, most likely clutching a gun. Alec slowly opened to door to find a tall, beautiful blonde woman standing on their doorstep.

"Hi! Is Sabrina here?" The woman's voice had an easy grace to it. The woman looked past Alec and saw Sabrina standing on the other side of the room. She didn't wait to be invited in and walked towards Sabrina. "I've been looking all over the island for you. Thank goodness you had your cell phone on for once."

Vanessa and Alec surveyed the new woman to see if she was going to be any type of threat to their mission. They watched as the woman gave Sabrina a warm hug. Sabrina grinned at Vanessa, and it definitely made her uncomfortable.

"I can't believe I was so rude." The woman said as she turned back to Vanessa and Alec. "I barged in here and didn't even introduce myself."

"Let me do the honors." Sabrina sweetly smiled. "Vanessa Lane, Alec Kent, I'd like you to meet..."

"Sabrina, I am not an invalid. I'm perfectly capable of introducing myself." The woman interrupted Sabrina with a gentle laugh and a sweet smile. "It's nice to meet you both." She said as she extended her hand towards Vanessa. "I'm Paige Finnegan, Joshua's wife."



Trinity Ch. 04



"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Alec asked hopefully. Alec's stomach knotted up as fear shot through every nerve in his body. There was no way possible that woman could be Joshua's wife. Joshua wouldn't have done those things with him on the island if he were married, or would he?

"I'm Paige Finnegan, Joshua's wife." She replied as she offered out her hand. 

Alec numbly took her hand and shook it. His face was a sea of calm that did not reveal any of the inner turmoil that plagued his mind at that moment. Memories flashed through Alec's head and his heart forcefully pounded in his chest. His chest painfully constricted around his lungs making it difficult to breathe.

"I'm sorry, ladies, that I'm so out of it tonight." Alec quietly said with a warm, but fake, smile. "It must be the jetlag or the warmer climate throwing my body off. If you'll excuse me I'm going to turn in for the night."

Vanessa's eyes had been trained on her brother the moment Paige had revealed her identity. She saw fear, shock, and anger flash across his face before a mask slid into place hiding everything. She was not sure what exactly happened on the main island, but she was positive that something did happen. Vanessa knew that she would be having a very long, in depth conversation with her brother as soon as the other two women left.

Vanessa observed the other two women out of the corner of her eye as Alec left the room. Sabrina's eyes were transfixed on Alec's back until he disappeared down the hallway. Vanessa quickly glanced over at Paige and quietly assessed the woman. It was obvious from Paige's appearance that she most likely came from money, and based on her posture and poised stance Vanessa figured it was old money. Everything about the woman practically screamed good breeding and manners classes. Paige had a classic beauty that it made it appear as if she stepped right off of a movie set from the nineteen fifties. 

There was one other thing about Paige that caught Vanessa's attention. The woman's eyes definitely had the spark of intelligence in them, and Vanessa made a mental note to not underestimate this woman. Vanessa had quickly learned that she should never judge a book by its cover. 

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Vanessa, and I hope we will be seeing more of each other." Paige said with what appeared to be a sincere smile. "If you have some free time from your job maybe we can do lunch or something? I'm sorry to rush off, but Sabrina and I have a staff meeting to attend at the hotel."

"Don't be sorry, Paige. I understand completely." Vanessa replied with a sincere smile of her own. "I just might take you up on that offer, Paige. Sabrina, make sure you stop over again really soon because I totally had fun tonight and can't wait to do it again!"

Sabrina reacted as Vanessa hoped she would and rushed Paige out the door as quickly as possible. Vanessa was definitely going to take Mrs. Joshua Finnegan up on her offer because it was the perfect opportunity to get more information; an opportunity that Vanessa was not going to let pass her by. She locked up and glanced out the windows to make sure there was nothing roaming about in the dark night. Vanessa grabbed something to drink and headed down the hallway towards Alec's room. She was definitely not looking forward to the upcoming conversation.

She knocked quietly on the door and waited for an answer, but there was no reply and Vanessa hadn't really expected one. She gently eased the door open and had to let her eyes adjust because all of the lights had been turned off. Alec was sitting on a window seat on the far side of the room with his knees pulled up to his chest with his arms wrapped around them. Vanessa saw the silent tears that ran down his face.

It was almost as if she had been transported back in time. She couldn't count the number of times she had found Alec like this, shut off from the world and everything around him. Vanessa had to remind herself that this practically was Alec's first mission. He had helped on all the other missions, but he was more of a backup and her contact point. Alec had never really been in the field. His complaining at the end of their last mission was proof of that. Vanessa did remind him that he blew up that building, but he did that with a remote detonator. She was the one that set up all the explosives and equipment. 

Vanessa wished that he had the opportunity to be in the field more before this mission came up. She watched him for a few moments before entering the room. He never looked up at her and continued to stare out the window. She knew what he was looking at, or most likely looking for, out into the night sky. Vanessa knew that Alec looked up at their star almost every night, and that night was no exception. Her heart ached in her chest as she watched him. Alec was so innocent, untouched, and it killed her inside to see him like that.

Vanessa hoped that he wouldn't lose that innocence as time went on, but she had a feeling that tonight was the beginning of the end of that. Alec might appear to be a strong, dominant man, and in many ways he was, but under the outer shell he was still a small, scared boy. Vanessa knew that he was looking for love, and she knew that that was partially from the loss of their parents. Alec was just one of those people that had so much love to give, but the death of their parents had scared him. Vanessa couldn't begin to imagine what it must feel like to have all of those feelings locked up inside and no way to let them out.

"Hey tiger." She practically whispered as she finally moved towards him. "I thought I'd stop back and see how you were doing. I figured you might want to talk about it." Alec mumbled something, but she wasn't able to make out any of it. "What did you say?"

Alec's face lifted up to meet his sister's gaze and the look on his face made Vanessa's blood run cold. She had never seen such a hard, menacing look on her brother's face before. Vanessa knew her brother had a temper, one that he kept under strict control, but it was obvious he was losing control of the anger that was raging inside of him.

"I said..." Alec paused and took a shaky breath. "I am going to kill him."

"Who?" Vanessa asked.

"Don't fucking play stupid with me, Nessa!" Alec growled. "You know damn well who the hell I'm talking about. Joshua!"

Vanessa flinched back at his words because she wasn't expecting him to snap like that. She wasn't sure at that moment if she really wanted to know what happened on the island. Alec had never killed anyone, but Vanessa got the feeling that Joshua just might be his first. Vanessa tried to shield him from certain aspects of their jobs and killing was one of them.

"Someone seems just a little tense tonight, tiger." Vanessa teased, hoping to calm him down.

"A bit tense?" Alec's voice had begun to rise. "How would you feel if you lost your virginity; had one of the most intense experiences of your life; felt like you might possibly be falling in love; and then find out that the worthless self serving asshole is married? I had to go through that all in one fucking night!"

Vanessa's breath rushed out of her lungs in one fast gasp. He lost his virginity? Her brother was talking about falling in love? The island was obviously having a pretty damn interesting effect on her brother. She couldn't believe that he really had a fling. She thought about that for a minute and realized that this wasn't a fling. Somehow, someway, Alec had fallen in love or at least thought that he was. This was a huge moment for him, and Vanessa couldn't believe that someone had finally slipped under her brother's radar.

"You lost your what?' Vanessa finally managed to stutter.

A slight blush appeared on Alec's face, but it quickly disappeared as he gave her a play by play on what happened on the island. Vanessa was surprised because Alec did not spare any detail. He explained every single thing that happened, and he didn't leave anything out. Vanessa couldn't help the blush that appeared on her face as she heard the intimate details of his experience. There was one thing that caught her attention the most in his story.

"Who had the protection?" She asked.

"What are you talking about?" Alec asked. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Don't you dare try to change the subject on me, Alec Michael!" Vanessa's anger was quickly building. "Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? How could you be so irresponsible?"

"Do you mean to tell me that you've never had unprotected sex, oh saintly one?" Alec asked with an eyebrow arched.

"This isn't about me." She replied indignantly. "We are talking about what happened with you."

"It's the exact same thing. The only difference is with my risk I can't get pregnant, but as I just said a minute ago I'm not the one who got fucked." He shot back at her.

"You might not have to worry about getting pregnant, but you do have to worry about other things." Vanessa argued. "You might not have got fucked physically, but I'd have to say you got fucked mentally and emotionally."

She regretted the words the minute she said them, but she couldn't take them back. She saw the anger fade from Alec's face and it was quickly replaced with pain. Vanessa couldn't help getting caught up in her own anger, but Alec had to understand the severity of what had happened to him. It was her responsibility to watch out for him, and she hated seeing him in so much pain. She stepped over to him and Alec fell into her arms. 

"I'm sorry, tiger, for what I said, but you have to be very careful." She whispered in his ear as she tried to calm him down. "I'm proud of you for letting your guard down and letting someone in. I am sorry though that he turned out to be such a snake. I wish that your first time could have been with someone that truly cared for you."

"That's just it, Nessa; I really think he does care about me." Alec replied. "I could see it in his eyes under that waterfall. Even the way he touched me told me that he cared about me or at least was starting to. We connected somehow, but I just don't understand how. How could he do that when he was married?"

"It is tough to explain why people do what they do. If we could figure out a way to find out those type of answers we would be millionaires." Vanessa said with a small chuckle. "Unfortunately it is just one of those things in life we need to deal with. We do have a choice though because we can either let the pain and hurt take over our lives or we can learn and grow from the experience and move on. That is up to you to figure out."

"I hear what you're saying, Nessa." Alec quietly said as he hugged his sister close. "I'm sorry I snapped at you."

"That's what I'm here for, Alec. I'm sorry that your prince ended up having a princess." She said with a smile. "What are we going to do about the situation?"

"The only thing we can do." Alec looked up at his sister with a wicked grin. "We go on the offensive."

*  *  *

Alec didn't sleep much that night because he was haunted by dreams. The events of the day replayed through his mind and seemed to get worse as the night went on. He finally gave up on getting any real rest and was up for the day just as the sun was coming up. He groggily stumbled through his morning routine and made his way into the living room to begin his morning workout. Alec was surprised to find Vanessa already up and stretching.

"Morning, tiger." She said with a smile. "You're up early today."

"I could say the same for you." He smiled back. "What are you doing up so early?"

"I heard you tossing and turning last night and figured you'd be up early. I thought you might want some company. Besides, I can't have you working out without me. Who would toss you around?" Vanessa asked with a wicked grin.

She turned around and started to stretch again and Alec took advantage of the situation. He swiftly leapt over the couch and kicked with his right foot. It connected with Vanessa's back and she pitched forward. She planted her hands on the floor and easily flipped forward to her feet. Vanessa turned and her right leg swung around with a powerful roundhouse kick. She wasn't fast enough because Alec had already moved out of her way. He had dropped to the ground, swung his foot out, and easily knocked Vanessa's leg out from underneath her. She fell backwards to the floor with a slight thump. 

Alec leapt towards his sister to 'finish' her off, but Vanessa somersaulted backwards out of his way. The minute her feet hit the floor she easily back flipped over the couch and stood in a defensive position. The pair eyed each other as they circled the couch.



"It would seem that someone woke up with a whole lot of focus this morning." Vanessa calmly replied. "Though attacking me with my back turned really wasn't fair, was it?"

"Who said the bad guys will fight fair?" Alec asked with a grin. "Didn't you always tell me to be prepared for everything and anything?"

Vanessa didn't reply, but a huge grin lit up her face. Alec was definitely starting to get the hang of things. Vanessa locked eyes with her brother and twisted her arm slightly. Her arm snapped in a throwing motion and Alec ducked behind the couch to avoid the knife he thought was going to be coming, but it never did. Vanessa had faked him out and quickly moved towards him. She stepped around the couch and was prepared to strike, but Alec wasn't there. She saw movement out of the corner of her eye and turned to see where he was, but she never got the chance.

A solid blow struck her in the middle of her back and she tumbled to the floor for the second time that morning. She had been slightly prepared for the first one, but she was completely off guard that time. Vanessa hit the ground and the air rushed out of her lungs. Alec swiftly reached down and flipped her onto her back. Vanessa felt cold steel press against her temple and her eyes opened wide. Alec stood above her grinning like a mad man. She could see that the safety on the gun was on, and he didn't even have his finger on the trigger. His point was made loud and clear though.

"It seems the pupil has surpassed the teacher, young one." Vanessa quietly said with a huge smile.

"I think it was probably just a little bit of luck." Alec smiled shyly back and offered her a hand up.

"Sometimes luck is the one thing that keeps you alive, tiger." Vanessa took his hand and pulled herself to her feet. "Your ducking around the couch was impressive. I knew you were fast, but not that fast, Alec."

The pair continued their morning workout in a comfortable silence and by the end of their session sweat was pouring off of their bodies. Their workout was harder and more intense than ever. The President's visit was only a few days away and they had to be prepared and ready. Their day was going to be filled with going over plans and doing more island recon. They had to be ready for a battle, if it came down to that. As they toweled off their bodies the pair stretched through their cooling down routine.

“I hate to inflate your ego any more than it already is, Vanessa, but you were right about what you said.” Alec said without glancing at her.

“What do you mean more than it is?” Vanessa’s laughter bubbled through the room. She glanced over at her brother. “I was right about what?”

“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?” Alec glared at his sister.

“I just want you to clarify what exactly I was right about. From the way you talk it doesn’t happen that often, so I want to cherish this moment.” Vanessa said with an innocent smile.

“What did I ever do to deserve her?” Alec asked as he looked up at the ceiling like he was praying. Vanessa leaned over and punched him in the shoulder. “Why can’t you hit like a girl?” Vanessa’s fist pulled back again, but Alec raised his hand in protest. “Okay, okay, you win. You were right about love at first sight.”

“You still feel that way even after everything that happened?” Vanessa quietly asked. She normally enjoyed being right, but she wasn’t happy that being right that time meant Alec being hurt. 

“Unfortunately.” Alec meant for his laugh to sound upbeat, but it sounded bitter even to his own ears. “I can’t help this feeling that there is something more going on and I just need to find out what it is. Is that just wishful thinking on my part though?”

“People always think the best of the one that they love.” Vanessa gave her brother a sympathetic smile. “If it makes you feel any better, tiger, I get the feeling there is more going on here than meets the eye as well. It’s kind of strange.”

“Well, when there’s something strange in your neighborhood, who you gonna call?” Alec kept his face as smooth as possible to hide his amusement.

“Fuck you, Alec!” Vanessa snapped. “You know I hate that damn movie. It creeps me out.”

“You do realize that most people wouldn’t be afraid of that much marshmallow.” Alec couldn’t hold back his laughter anymore. He knew that Vanessa would freak out. 

“It’s not like the stuff was just laying around. It was walking and talking and crushing cars for God sakes and…” Vanessa’s voice trailed off as she watched her brother howl in laughter. It had been a long time since she had seen him laugh like that. “Look, tiger, I don’t mind being the butt of your jokes if it’s going to raise your spirits, but in the future can we please not pick things that will freak me out?”

Alec simply nodded his head at his sister because his laughter was stopping him from verbally responding. He knew he needed something to make him laugh and teasing his sister was always a sure fire way to do that. As his laughter continued Vanessa flipped him the finger and went to take her shower. Even though he had made light of the moment Alec was also sure that something just wasn’t right. As his laughter died down a plan formed in his mind and he smiled. Sometimes the simplest plans are the ones that work the best.

*  *  *

Later in the afternoon Alec found himself creeping up a back stairwell of the Mauna Loa, the largest hotel on the main island. Mauna Loa is the largest volcano on the earth and Alec could understand why the hotel was so aptly named. The hotel was one of the most massive buildings he had ever seen and it had five smaller buildings attached to it. The executive offices for the park were located on the top floors of the main, central building of the hotel. 

Earlier that morning Vanessa and Alec hacked into the park’s security system and pulled up blueprints for all of the buildings. They were part of the security team, but for some reason they weren’t given access to building blueprints. It didn’t take them long to figure out where the executive offices were located. Alec looked over the schematics and determined the fastest way into the top floors without being detected. There were back stairwells and elevators for the maintenance team to use without being seen by the guests. Alec didn’t want to walk up that many flights of steps, but if he took the elevator it would risk too much exposure. 

Vanessa had come with him and was able to distract the employee in the maintenance office long enough for Alec to retrieve a pair of overalls and a hat from the storeroom. He had also picked up a toolbox on his way. There were heating and air conditioning ducts that ran throughout the building and as luck would have it there was an empty office located right next to Joshua’s. Alec was hoping to be able to use the ducts and get some useful information.

Alec was able to get to the top floor and quickly moved down the hallway. He found the empty office and stepped inside before anyone saw him. Alec flipped the lock in place to ensure that no one would be walking in on him. He gently set the toolbox down and pulled the schematics out of his inside pocket. Alec spread them out on the empty desk and found the correct duct he needed. He removed a screwdriver from the toolbox and walked over to the wall that the two offices shared.




Trinity Ch. 04



Trinity - Ch. 4: Ela Again

Ela

"And at the coming of dawn All prisms are touched by that bright finger That laces together the spheres of Being, That fathers the green forces, The withering, And the plasmic grief."

Heraclitean Fires (Anon.).

So you've pulled me back onto Literotica asking for more? I've told you the broad outlines of what happened after the Big 3 - I've spilled a few beans. So you want to zoom in there and take a really good look at the rest of the can, right? OK then - but only a few. I guess I kinda promised I'd tell you more, sooner or later.

I keep a journal now anyway. That helps a lot with some of the details - life's getting a bit complicated, see? I wasn't sure whether to get a Black Book or a Red Book. Nope, too many of those knocking about. Then I saw what I wanted - a Crimson Book. Yeah, that would do nicely. I'm not strict about daily entries - I haven't the time. I just use it for 'major' events (major to me at any rate). No dates either. I never quite remember, they're not important, and anyway, I want this account to read like a story, not a diary.

As it turned out, this whole idea wasn't the wisest of moves, but I didn't know that then. 

After Rob had gone, the next couple of weeks were sheer fucking hell. Paul would lie beside the bed, night after night, sodden with booze and weeping away. He couldn't bring himself to lie on the bed. We got about two hours of sleep a night - out of pure exhaustion. The he moved in to the spare room, but still lay there crying all night. It was too much - I was beginning to look like shit. All right, I was also beginning to see I'd really hurt him, but what could I do about it? I had to do something about it though. This just couldn't go on. But then I went and did something really stupid. 

"Look," I told him, "if you can't stand the sight of me at the moment, why don't you go ring up that dark chick you've always fancied - you know, Maria. Go give her a decent bang if you think it'll make us even." I must have been out of my fucking mind as I said it, but you see, I'd had enough.

And so he did - right there, from our apartment. I tried to keep busy in the kitchen while he was on the phone, trying not to listen. He came back smirking.

"Hey, guess what? I've a date with Maria tonight."

There was a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"So what are you guys gonna do?"

"Don't know," he replied, matter-of-fact. Then: "We'll just 'play it by ear' - 'see how it goes', just 'let things take their course' - as you damn well know," he added with deadly emphasis, stressing each phrase coldly and carefully.

He went out about 7 - and didn't come back at all that night. I was burning up inside from sheer misery. And d'you know what I did?

I knew where she lived. She rented a room in this great big, old-style Colonial house. Yep, I went out there about 2 in the morning and stood outside the house, looking up at the windows. I wasn't sure which window was hers. One of them still glowed inside, dark orange, behind the curtains. There then, I decided. Yup, he was up there all right, his cock buried up to the hilt in that treacherous cunt of hers. I tried not to think of what his body looked like, lying between those long, pale thighs. But I couldn't put the image out of my mind. What were her tits like? Was her terrific black hair spread out over the pillow at this moment as he lay on top of her? What did she sound like as she came to orgasm? Was she as noisy as I was? Try as I could, I couldn't hear anything. People passed by, looking at me curiously. I must've looked like a fucking idiot, pacing back and forth out there on the street at that time like a robot. After another hour or so of self-torture, I gave up and went home. Watch it, I thought. You're getting as bad as he is. The hell with her tits. I touched mine. Tit for tit all right.

He came home about 9 that morning, radiant. I looked at him, head lowered, my voice almost breaking.

"So what was she like?"

"Fucking terrific!" he said, stretching his arms out, like he'd just had a real heavy workout.

"What are her tits like?" I couldn't help myself.

"Small - but they don't half stick out."

"How old's she?"

"Nineteen."

"You bastard."

I pressed him for details about the room where they'd fucked. He was only too happy to oblige - the boot was on the other foot now. Apparently she had this great satanic-style bedchamber, pentacles, candles, incense and all that crap. She had this weird tattoo thing as well, just above her ass, some kind of pentacle thing and another on the inside of her thigh, a snake crawling up towards her cunt. An amateur suburban witch then, or some third-rate Buffy wannabe. All this crap seemed to turn him on. He called her his 'dark angel'.

"God! Fucking on that bed was really something," he said, stretching his arms again and grinning.

"Oh really?" I said, smiling sweetly. "Bet it's not half so much fun as fucking on a waterbed, believe me!"

I watched him wither before my eyes. Touché!

I'd hoped, stupidly, that he'd give her one good balling and get her out of his system. Then we could start rebuilding our lives. But no. A couple of days later he went off again and didn't come back all night.

"Look," I said. "All right, I shouldn't have gone out that night and let Rob fuck me. I'm sorry, I really am - I can't undo it - there's nothing else I can say. But it's all over between me and him. Meantime you've got your own back all right. Why did you have to go back to her for more?"

"You keep needling me about that fucking waterbed."

I sighed. Oh God! Why did I ever have to open my big mouth about that fucking thing? What the hell did it matter, anyway?

"Look, I don't give a shit where you shove your cock at the moment. Just don't fall in love with anyone else, that's all."

So then he went off for a month to UCLA on some research project and I was left alone. Damn! We'd have been out there together if none of this had happened.

But to be honest, I was glad to have him out of my hair for a while. Maybe he'd get decently laid out there, forget about the witch-bitch, and we could start over again when he got back. I kept as busy as I could. I'd try not to mope about in the apartment or lie about on our thoroughly polluted marriage bed. I'd plenty of friends if I needed company. A number of girls, a guy called Jeff who was into computers and who fancied me one hell of a lot - we had this sort of flirtatious thing going on - just playing around though, nothing serious. Then there was this philosopher-type called Dave, a bit of a nerd, really, and this couple, Alan and Marie, who lived on the first floor of a house further up the street. Marie was one hell of a looker - my mirror image - if you know what I mean - but dark. I kinda fancied her. I hadn't had any lesbian experiences, but looking at her, I often thought there could be a first time for everything. Yep, she looked a lot like that witch-bitch Paul was fucking, and with her name and all, you may be wondering.

There were also a number of people from 'ze old country'. I'd hang around with them from time to time talking the old lingo, but I didn't want to keep too close to them - I didn't want to be branded as some kind of 'immigrant'. There'd been that Welsh guy - you know, the poet - Dylan something or other. I don't know any of his stuff, but apparently he'd said something like' land of my fathers? My fathers can keep it!' I sort of felt that way too.

But try as I did, I still couldn't fight off the depression I felt taking hold of me.

I went down at the shop one morning, just buying stuff for myself. I was so fucking miserable. Dave was there. He lived in a bachelor-type apartment a couple of floors below us in the building. He lived alone, and as far as I knew, didn't have a girlfriend. He was a well-built, blond, blue-eyed guy who did a lot of working out, good-looking in a vapid sort of way. I liked him OK. He was really quite 'fit' all right - in every sense of the word - but like I said, he was a bit of a jerk, that is, not really my type of jerk at all. It had never even crossed my mind to get it on with him. He was doing philosophy like I said, and classics. We'd have these real heavy sessions with Paul from time to time over coffee. You know - Kant, Spinoza, classical stuff and all that.

I hadn't seen him for some time - at least since before the Great You-Know-What. He came up to me along one of the aisles as I stood there stupidly in the middle of it, mouth open, brain washed out by thirty-six different brands of washing powder.

"Hey, Ela, how's it going?" he asked.

"OK," I replied indifferently, trying to smile and failing miserably.

"You don't sound so good - not the Ela I know. You sure you're OK?"

"Well...no..." I faltered, "but it's nothing, really..."

"Want to pop round to my place for some coffee this afternoon and talk about it?"

No, I didn't want to talk about it, but I agreed to pay him a visit. What else was I to do - I didn't feel up to working on the paper I was doing at the moment. I didn't really want to talk about Socrates either, but I could use some company, I thought. God knows what Paul was doing out there on the West Coast anyway.

I went down there late that afternoon. His apartment was one floor below us, at the far end of one of the corridors.

"Want a 'real drink'?" he asked. "You look as if you could use one."

"Got any vodka?" I asked. I was totally fucking incorrigible. I should have known better by now.

We sat on the couch together and got talking. Then bit by bit I spilled the beans - well, you know, a few off the top of the can - that Paul and I were going through a 'rough patch' together. I held back on the gory details. He seemed really sympathetic, looking at me with concern. He put his hand on mine. 

"God, I'm sorry Ela, I'd never have thought it. You two always seemed the perfect couple."

"Oh yeah sure - like, twinkle-twinkle, right? Gimme a break." Tears were welling up.

He put his arm round me and I leaned into him slightly. There was a pause, then I burst out and clung to him, sobbing like a kid, helpless. He tilted my chin and lifted my head up. Our eyes met for a moment, then we kissed - powerfully, hungrily, clawing at each other. I gave him the full tongueworks. What the hell, I thought. I'm the neglected wife and I'm horny. 

We didn't waste any time. We stripped - promptly, efficiently, very businesslike, then moved over to the bed. He was a big one all right - I mean his body, not just his cock, which looked like a fire hydrant anyway. Great pectorals, no body hair. Give it to me, I thought sadly. Give it to me good and hard.

We lay down and he eased himself on top of me. God, he was a heavy one. He delicately massaged my tits, then kissed and licked me all the way down, starting with my ears and neck, then my eyes, then the sides of my nose, my lips - with a quick inner flick of his tongue, then my breastbone. He spent just the right amount of time on my tits, sucking at the nipples, then moved down between my tits and gave me a good jab in the belly button. He'd a great kisser, I had to admit, and knew how to use it. Well, he was a philosopher, wasn't he? He must have read Ovid. Yep, I knew about that one all right - I like erotic classics. And I love getting licked this way. He went down to my clit and sucked on it steadily, then flicked his tongue in and out between the lips of my cunt. It promptly burst into flame and I gasped. I felt I was going to come any moment. Then - you just aren't going to fucking believe this - his head suddenly popped up between my thighs, mouth and chin dripping with my juices:

"I say, do you know the 'Ars Amatoria'?" he said, lecture mode, "this is classic Roman foreplay, you know." 

I've never in my life had to fight so furiously to stifle a fit of the giggles. And believe it or not - I was so hot I managed it.

"Oh really? How utterly fascinating, Dave," I panted, "now will you kindly ram that fucking cock of yours into me right now, for CHRISSAKES!" 

This one hadn't ever heard me talk like this before either. Remember, we'd only ever philosophized. But he seemed as hot as I was, thank God, and just went on ahead with it, no comment.

He moved back on top of me, face to face, and I felt the full violent force of his penetration - right up to the hilt.

"Ow! Ah!" I gasped. "Christ! You're skewering me!"

"You OK?"

"Sure, I'm fine," I said softly, running my fingers through his hair.

He began thrusting slowly at first, then faster and faster, grunting heavily and pumping up and down like a steam engine. 

"Ow-ah! Ow-ah! Ow-ahh!" I gasped in time with his thrusts. It hurt like hell this time, I've no idea why. I've always been a bit tight. I felt myself coming anyway. He lifted my legs up round his neck.

Then he gave a sudden groan and rammed right into me. His cock must have buried itself somewhere in my bowels. I yelled and came, gripping his head between my thighs and digging my fingers into his back. I felt the heavy throb of his ejaculation. Wow! An injection of fresh new cum, I thought. Oh God! What have I done this time? I'd better start notching that bed at home. No - pubic scalps. That's what Rob told me we collect - pubic scalps.

I eased my legs down and we lay together for some moments, rocking gently in mish mode with me caressing his legs with my feet. Then we finally disengaged and I got up. I looked down at his well-muscled, hairless, sweating body sprawled out there on the bed, legs apart, big bare feet sticking out, his chest rising and falling, a set of heavy, hairy balls hanging like twin sacks of potatoes above his asshole and that long, thick fire hydrant of his draped over one thigh, still moist with my juices. Cum dribbled down the inside of my thighs. Oh God! Him, of all people!

He suddenly got up. He was clearly nervous and embarrassed.

"Sorry babe," he said, trying not to look me in the eyes. "You OK?"

"Course I'm OK, and I'm not your fucking babe!" 

Now he really seemed shocked. So much for Ovid.

"And for fuck's sake, not a word to Paul about this," I warned him.

"Our secret," he replied. "Look, gotta go. See you around." 

I wasn't upset. After all, we'd just scratched a mutual itch.

I dressed, went back home and showered. I didn't want to smell of fucking even if Paul was thousands of miles off. The bastard deserved it, of course, but while this shit was going on with us, my life was my own. As I stood in the shower my cunt ached and more cum trickled down my legs - I'd gotten a full load all right. A bit of a rough balling too, I thought. The phone rang. I got out, still dripping wet, and skipped over to the phone.

Guess who? Paul from California - Hollywood to be precise. He seemed really upset. He was at this big studio party thing and felt lost and alone.

"God! It's such an alien world out here. They can't distinguish illusion from reality. I miss you so much. I can't wait to see you again."

So there I was, standing there buck naked, my cunt aching, this other guy's fresh cum dribbling down my thighs, listening to Paul whining on about illusion and reality, about how much he loved me and missed me. I desperately tried to fight back tears.

"Get your ass back here then."

Dave and I carried on our acquaintance exactly as before, doing the cappuccino thing with Jeff and Paul (when he came back), hugs and kisses on the cheek, politely philosophizing away happily together as if absolutely nothing whatsoever had happened. I never even mentioned the 'Ars Amatoria' in our conversations - and yeah, was I tempted, believe me - but no, no way. Not even the slightest hint about that afternoon, and you bet Paul never found out about it - until it was too late anyway.

Paul eventually came back, drunk, doped to the eyeballs and sullen. I kissed him and told him I hoped everything was behind us now. But it wasn't. He hung around moping for a couple of days, then dashed off to see the witch-bitch. He was supposed to be telling her they were through. But he didn't come back that night, nor the next. 

Then he suddenly turned up and proposed we invite Maria and Rob round to our apartment for a drink - to 'sort things out', he said.

I guessed what he had in mind. He wanted a threesome with me and her, or even the four of us getting it on like those two couples we'd watched that first night with Rob.

I don't know if many of you know Edgar Allan Poe's stories. I'd read them in translation at school, then later on in English. I think they're utterly fucking brilliant. There's this one called 'The Imp of the Perverse'. It's all about standing on the edge of this godawful precipice and - just jumping off for the hell of it. It's about carrying this terrible dark secret inside you and like, just blurting it out you know, just to see what happens. You know it's the worst possible thing you could do. You somehow just don't give a shit, that's all. I think you all know me well enough now if I say in Poe's own words (and I hope you won't mind me quoting lit):

 "You will easily perceive that I am one of the many uncounted victims of the Imp of the Perverse."

My imp was a biggie. So I said sure, let's ring 'em up, let's have 'em round, let's invite the whole fucking city in for an orgy if it'll make you happy.

They came - in the 'arriving' sense, that is. Both together too. At the same time. 

Interesting. 

But if Paul had been hoping for another fucking great 'long hot night', it didn't pan out, not this time. These things happen or they don't. He's so anxious and pushy over these things, and when he is - they always fall through. It was my fault too, I suppose. I froze up when I got another look at the witch-bitch. Lovely piece of ass, no question. Stringy, raven-haired goth-type chick, but classy - black leather and boots, pale skin, penetrating brown eyes, very, very red lips. Earrings of course, and one nose ring - left nostril - but tasteful somehow. It suited her. She'd pulled her short leather skirt right far back up as she'd sat down, and I just couldn't take my eyes off those long, slender white thighs - you know, the ones she was squeezing my husband with at the moment. She'd crossed her legs. When she re-crossed them at one point I thought I caught a Sharon Stone-type flash - you know, a glimpse of dark bush. No panties then. I could smell her from where I sat. Pungent and creamy, with a trace of incense.

And there they were, sitting together on the sofa, her and Paul, whispering away. Rob kept trying to catch my eye, to pull me into the kitchen, but I wasn't playing ball - I was so fucking jealous of those two on the sofa. I saw Rob was wearing the same kit as that first night.

But eventually I just had to go to the kitchen and get some more food. He seized his chance and slipped in after me. As I reached into the icebox and pulled out another bottle he spun me round and pinned me to the wall. I just managed to get the bottle on the table. Oof! My tits were pressing into his chest.

"Hey babe, I've missed you like all hell." He was doing the 'piercing hypnotic look' thing - like 'peering into the very depths of my soul' and so on.

"Well I haven't. And you can cut out the 'babe' shit." I looked him straight back in the eyes. No way was I giving in this time. We were talking in quick, highly charged whispers.

"But hey b... Ela, I love you, you know that. You're the greatest thing ever happened to me."

"Oh! Rob! Oh! Rob!" I twanged, rolling my eyes and playing the starlet, passing my hand over my forehead and trying to fight the giggles. "Why, no REAL man's ever said that to me before - I think I'm gonna faint."

"Really?" He did the 'stone giant' thing even more, dead serious.




Trinity Ch. 04



The only way some people can see a joke is by a surgical operation. But I do hearts, not jokes.

"Christ! You fucking idiot!" I breathed. "I suppose you're gonna tell me next you can't live without me."

"Well, like yeah, you bet, er...of course - but look, what's going on here? Just what are you guys up to?"

"You know damn well what's going on! Now listen," I grabbed his shoulders and hissed into him viciously. "You really wanna do something for me? Really?"

"Er... yeah... anything..."

"So go grab that goth chick out there and fuck her to the ninth circle of hell, got that? Get her off Paul's back - and mine."

"What do I get out of it?"

"I'll love you for it. Whether I'll fuck you again for it - well, that's negotiable." I gave him the tongue-between-my-lips thing and a nudge of the hips. He wilted. Dammit though! My treacherous cunt was at it again.

There was an ominous silence from the other room. I pulled free of him and skipped gaily out of the kitchen carrying a fresh plate of steak tartar. The two on the sofa drew apart quickly. Two wide-open pairs of eyes met mine. 

"Hi guys, " I said, bright and bubbly. "Meet an advanced and sensitive life form, freshly-killed, throat slit, minced in agony, raw, dripping with blood and ready for us to eat. Anyone got a problem with that?"

We did the booze and dope thing and all, but things just didn't loosen up. Not this time. There was so much goddamn sexual tension in the air you could 'cut it with a knife' as the saying goes. No way we'd be a foursome under control. She was so fixated on Paul, and Rob on me, it was like running a match under dynamite. It was the two of them versus us. No good. Those two have to get it on first and defuse everything, I thought. God knows what would have happened if we'd all actually got down to it now. There was lots of giggling, flirting, jokes and so on - hysterical, real filthy stuff actually, since we were all so tense - but then we packed it in, saying we'd meet again soon. We all kissed each other though - some light, provocative tongue-teasing too - but no heavy stuff, then they both left together around midnight. Paul looked worried as he watched them go. Aha!

"Scared about her going off with him? You've every damn fucking reason to be! If I know him as I do, I bet you he'll be balling the fucking daylights out of her in five minutes." Sorry, Poe again. Just couldn't resist it.

Then we got it on - real savage. Maybe he was mad at me, maybe we were both frustrated or whatever. Heavy, biting foreplay, then he rammed his cock in up to the hilt and pounded away at me like a piston engine, calling me a 'delicious fucking slut'. This wasn't the guy I knew before I thought, as I dug my fingers into his back, staring over his shoulder at the ceiling as it swayed back and forth. He seemed mindless, violent and hostile. He wasn't with me, he was somewhere else. I came as a matter of course now, but couldn't hold back the tears as I felt him ejaculate. He'd never called me a 'slut' before and this wasn't what I wanted to be for him. I badly needed some love.

He didn't come back the next night. So Rob hadn't done his job yet - as far as I knew.

On the afternoon of the day after that I felt the walls closing in on me. Her smell still seemed to permeate the apartment. I just had to escape, but didn't know where. I wandered out of the building, then popped into the shop for some smokes - I wasn't working there any more, although the boss was always asking me to come back. Apparently I was 'very popular with the customers'. Right on, pal, I thought. I know all about that.

Alan was there. He asked me if I'd like to come round for dinner that night with him and Marie. I leapt at the chance.

I got ready for the evening. No slut stuff this time - real classy: long, black, low-slung dress, hair stacked up, fishnet stockings, eyes made up to emphasize that very slight, suggestive, oriental slant Paul had always told me they had.

Just as I was about to go out, Paul turned up.

"Where are you going?" he asked. He seemed surprised, and real nervous. Good.

"None of your business, really," I replied as coldly as I could. "But if you must know, I'm having dinner with Alan and Marie tonight."

He knew them well enough. He seemed satisfied.

Dinner was fine - really well prepared. Marie had done a neat job. Terrific wine too - I think I must've polished off a bottle or two of the stuff. Sorry, guys. Those of us reared on vodka aren't exactly connoisseurs. Then the three of us moved off and sat together on this round sofa, drinking the harder stuff. The two of them had just got back from Florida - they'd a place down there - and sported neat tans. Marie kept watching me mischievously, her dark eyes sparkling. Something was up.

We passed a joint around. Bad idea or not, I soon got maudlin and spilled every last bean out the can. They were very sympathetic, and both moved closer to me, each with a hand on my arm.

"You know," Alan said softly, "Marie and I often have a third person with us when we make love. We've never had any problems - we're both cool about it. We find it a very enriching experience."

"You lucky buggers." Tears were trickling down my cheeks.

There was a pause.

"We'd very much like you to join us now, if you want," said Marie quietly, low-voiced and like, real seductive. 

My heart gave this incredible thump. These two had somehow drawn me completely into this exquisite web of theirs without me noticing. A sudden image flashed before me of three naked bodies packed together on a bed. I was a luscious, helpless little fly wasn't I? But not an unwilling one. My cunt was getting moist. They were both looking at me, their eyes very, very intent, expectant, anticipating, their hands now softly running up and down my thighs. Marie lightly ran her tongue between her lips. That did it. I looked down, avoiding their gaze, but smiling - mutual seduction mode. I'd no qualms about this one - I was thrilled and excited. Let's go for it!

"Yes, I'd like that very much," I said.

"Shall we go, then?" Alan said.

We got up and moved to the bedroom. It looked real classy, subdued lighting, soft colors, big, king-sized bed. Nice place to get laid, I thought.

"You mind if we make a video of this?" Alan asked me. "Marie and I often film each other."

Hell, why not? 

"Sure - on one condition."

"What's that?"

"That I get a copy." 

Something for Paul to jerk off to if he gets nasty again.

"OK. It's a deal." He carefully positioned the camera on a tripod in a corner of the room, at an angle to the bed, and set it running.

We stripped - slow, relaxed, casual, and before I knew it, there I was again - buck naked with two other people - and a cute pair too, I thought. Christ! she was fucking lovely - long, brown body, rich, bulging white tits that had escaped the tan, dark nipples and cascading, raven hair... er... a bit like... forget it! A dark bush erupted from the bottom of the white triangle of her lower belly. He was pretty cool too, as I thought he'd be - slender, very tanned, with brown hair but a nice, darker body fuzz that swept in gentle waves around the flow of his muscles. A thick, white, stubby cock hung down from a curly black bush, then long, powerful legs tapered down to strong, well-boned male feet. His eyes were a rich, blue - a bit like Paul's but far, far softer. Right, you pass too - you'll get to fuck me, no problem. The warm, carnal odor of our bodies already suffused the room.

I unfastened my hair and shook it out, then stood in front of them and did the legs-apart, tip-of-the tongue, hands-on-gently-swaying-hips, horny-slut, come-and-get-me thing. Alan's cock shot up like a semaphore. Marie was standing open-mouthed. Her hand wandered to her cunt. Yep, I thought, I've hit 'em all right. They hadn't expected that.

"Nice one," Marie breathed.

"So come and get it, sweetheart," I told her, tilting my chin up.

The two of them approached me and we enfolded each other in the middle of the room, running our hands down the back of each other's bodies, feet touching feet. My left hand ran over Marie's buttocks and I felt the brush of our tits - her right against my left. This was the first time my bare tit had touched another woman's. Soft, warm, magnetic. Our three faces melted together in a long, lingering, luscious triple kiss, three tongues twisting and curling around each other. That delicious carnal odor intensified. Then Alan withdrew, running his hands down our backs. I knew what he wanted. So did we.

Marie and I stood for a moment face to face, looking into each other's eyes. This was my first time with another woman. We closed together, nice and slow, our bodies gently swaying, and with a light, tingling electric shock, our nipples touched. We gently pressed our tits together, then with another terrific thrill I felt our bellies make contact. We embraced, pushing into each other, our legs entwining, feet interlocking with feet. I ran my hands down her back, feeling her shoulder blades, the curve of her hips, the firm, double bulge of her buttocks. I clasped them, as she did mine. Hey, look everyone! Here's Ela, the great all-female 'love machine', actually clutching another girl's buttocks! And how different a girl's body feels from a man's! She smelled and tasted of something deep and rich - orchids or something - over a base of something even deeper, far more pungent and promiscuous, something that was part of me now anyway, something I recognized and craved. I inhaled her. Utterly fucking delicious. So I was bi after all.

Our lips met, slightly apart, gently touching as we breathed into each other. Our tongues flicked out playfully, licking, lightly stabbing, delicately fencing with each other. Then our open mouths came together and our tongues melted, crawling about together deep within the shared cavern of our mouths. No rough stuff, no biting, just gentle, exploratory tonguing. She smelled and tasted so delicious, I felt intoxicated, I was going to just faint, I just couldn't get enough of her. We clung to each other for what must have seemed an age, mouths fused, then gently disengaged and turned to face Alan, our arms wound tightly around each other's waists.

He was looking at us both, eyes wide open, breathing heavily. His thick, stubby cock was rigid, quivering, stiff as a telegraph pole and dripping with pre-cum.

"Oh God," he panted. "You two - I've never seen anything like it. Two such beauties... Oh God!"

"And soon to be all yours," whispered Marie, "both of us - together. But I'm sure you won't mind if the two of us get it on first..."

If only Paul could see me now, I thought viciously. Fucking idiot! If only he'd been more patient with me, more understanding. If only he hadn't run off chasing that witchy cunt! But no. And so once more I was going to give another man something Paul had always desperately wanted - the 'two-chicks-at-once' thing.

Marie and I lay down on the bed. We flowed into each other, tangling and twisting, delicately working on each other's clits - and we knew how to work them all right! We soon got into this rhythm and began surging back and forth, back and forth. I felt myself coming! And with another woman! So was she. We were both gasping and panting heavily now and our rhythm accelerated. Oh God! It was coming! It was coming! My first lesbian orgasm! Let's go! Let's go! We shot off together, spinning round the planet, hearts thudding away, flesh dissolving and fusing. Another biggie for the Crimson Book.

There was a deep groan somewhere from the corner of the room. Alan stood there, eyes and mouth wide open, hand on his cock. It was spurting like a firehose.

After a while, Alan came and climbed on top of us, his chest pressing against my tits. He lay astride us both, his legs between our thighs, burying his face between ours, then kissing us alternately and running his hands through our combined hair, black and gold. I wondered what he felt like with four bare tits pressing into his chest. He steadily worked his way over the two of us, from our heads down - ears, eyes, mouths, tits, nipples, bellies, clits, cunts, legs, feet. Another one with a classical education, I thought. And he must've read Ovid twice. He was stiff again, bless him.

"God, I wish I had two cocks," He gasped. Right on, I thought. One of evolution's fuckups. We had two tits, didn't we?

"Don't worry," answered Marie. "Ela's the guest - take her first. Here - let's show her how we do it."

She dug beneath my back and gently pulled me over top of her so that I was lying on my back on top of her, our four legs spread out. She was breathing into my ear. Musky, warm, intoxicating.

Alan climbed between our legs and lay on top of me. Wow! Big Mac time again, I thought. I felt that light, questing pressure against the hairs of my cunt, then he pushed gently and that great stubby cock of his penetrated my cunt right up to the cervix. I gasped. Oops, another one in there. This is getting really wild. As he began thrusting steadily back and forth, Marie and I both enfolded him tightly with our legs - mine around his back and buttocks, hers around his thighs. Now he didn't have much room to move, so the three of us tried bucking up and down as one. His cock was rammed right in there - there wasn't much friction, but what with being a sandwich filling again, with that thrilling pressure of flesh around my body, I could feel that great bubble come up inside me again. I began panting loudly, then gave a wild whoop as it burst. At the same time I could just hear Alan give a loud groan, then there was that hot throbbing inside me, telling me I was getting a fresh injection of cum.

Then I moved off and watched Alan get it on with Marie, doggie-style. Watching the gentle back and forth thrusting of his buttocks, the rhythmic sway of their fused bodies, the bobbing of their heads together, her black hair tumbling down and swinging, their bare feet digging into the bed, I remembered what Rob had said that Friday night about how great it was watching couples getting it on. He was right. People never looked more beautiful, more seductive, more magnificent than when they were fucking. Christ! I thought. Our bodies are so fabulous - what incredible things we can do to each other. This is what we are born for. Vive la fierté de la chair! I was giving my clit a nice workout, you bet.

They both stiffened, groaned in duet, then tumbled gently forward. I climbed on top of Alan, pressing my tits into his back and caressing Marie's hips. My golden hair cascaded over Alan's head and shoulders, mingling with Marie's. The three of us moved in a gentle rocking rhythm for several moments, stacked one on top of the other, warm, fused - a three-headed, six-legged animal. Then we disengaged. It was my turn again, and boy! was I looking forward to it! 

Marie pulled me on top of her again, and Alan moved between the tangle of our legs. This time he thrust his cock into me, gently withdrew, thrust into Marie, then out and back into me, and so on, thrusting into us alternately.

I couldn't believe this and got a fit of the giggles.

"How long can you keep this up man," I gasped. "You've got to come into one of us sooner or later!"

I giggled hysterically, totally helpless again.

It must have really turned him on somehow. He whipped his cock out of Marie, plunged it deep into me, clung to us both and stiffened, hungrily licking my giggling face. Again, I felt that delicious warm pulse of his ejaculation.

We carefully went through the entire repertoire of possible combinations. But this time it was slow, smooth and gentle - no wild, frenzied bucking about. We knew exactly what we were doing and we did it - systematically, but lovingly. Marie and I made sure we were both working on Alan together, and that both of us got an equal share of his cock. After all, they'd done this before and survived. They knew the ropes. I liked them a lot and I'd absolutely no intention of busting up the marriage. I swallowed enough of his cum and her juices to make sure they'd always be part of me.

The three of us slept, all tangled together, with Alan nested between Marie and I. In the morning, we got it on again a couple of times for good measure, then showered together and had breakfast. No hanky-panky in the shower beyond a light, playful, triple kiss or two - more out of mutual appreciation than lust, part of our bonding. No booze this time either - no conscience to kill, as far as I was concerned. Then I went home to try playing the happy families game again. The three of us continued to do the cappuccino thing as before. No allusion whatsoever to what had happened whenever Paul was with us - which he still was from time to time. He'd no idea - yet.

I learned they'd both been after me for some time, but somehow we didn't get to sleep together again. It was me that backed off. Pity. I'd had a terrific time with them. I'd always thought Alan was cool, and I'd really fallen for Marie. But that was the problem. Like I said, I didn't want to be a homebreaker. Besides, they felt like me - fulfil your fantasy if you must, but know when to draw the line.

Paul was anxiously waiting for me when I got back. I'd only given my hair a quick towel dry and must've looked as if I'd been through a threshing machine - which I had, in a nice kinda way. I prayed he didn't catch any lingering whiff of group sex.

"Where have you been for God's sake?" He was quivering like a jelly.

"Out fucking."

"WHAT???"

Ha! Gotcha!

I gave this 'patient' sigh and gently shook my head.

"Look, I was over at Alan and Marie's like I told you. We stayed up really late and they suggested I just sleep over. They've enough spare rooms in that house of theirs. You never done any sleepovers with friends for chrissakes?"

He swallowed it, praise Yahweh. Well, I hadn't lied, had I? 

Nothing much happened over the next month or so. Paul stayed away from me and kept balling the witch-bitch while I got off by writing up the Crimson Book and tickling my clit over it - especially over the last threesome. And sometimes by imagining Paul and Maria getting it on, believe it or not. Masochism's contagious, I think. There was obviously something pretty heavy going on between those two. Time to make another move, though. I really wanted to take a closer look at that chick.

Another Saturday evening. Paul announced he was going out for a bike-ride.

"OK - fine with me," I replied indifferently.

"Look - this time I'm not going out to see 'her'," he stated anxiously, almost pleading.

"I don't give a fuck." 

But I knew damn well he wasn't going out with the witch-bitch. 'Cos guess what? I was.

Yep. I'd rung her up earlier in the day, asking if we could talk. 

"What about?" she'd asked coldly.

"You know, anything and everything," I'd replied. "Look, let's just go out for a drink, OK? Come on. Girls' night out. Let's go for it - let's give it a whirl. We deserve it. You know - sisterhood and all that stuff."

Long pause.

"OK." Still a bit chilly.

"Ring you later then?"

"Fine."

That evening, when Paul had gone, I rang her up again. She was a lot more bubbly this time, up and ready for it. I made myself up - the full horny slut thing again, plus hip-hugging black leather jacket - and went out. 

There was another full moon and a light breeze. Clouds were scudding over the sky. The city sparkled. As I passed under crimson room I glanced up and my cunt gave a reminiscent twitch. Who was up there now? Was 'he'? With whom? 

I met up with her at that bar next to the strip joint - yep, that one again. I won't tell you its name, it's rather ominous. It was real danger country too, as you'll see

There she was again. Tall, leggy, intense brown eyes, dark hair spilling out all over the place, lovely pale skin, smooth and creamy. She was a cool one all right, no question of that. We were both made up to the eyeballs. She was doing the black leather thing too, each of us obviously out to hit the other. We both saw it at once and had to fight off the giggles. Good start. 




Trinity Ch. 04



I got the first round of drinks. I had to kick off with the million-dollar question.

"Look, do you love Paul?"

"Yes." Very flat and steady.

Funnily enough, I was cool with that. It would've somehow been worse if Paul had just been another pubic scalp for her collection.

What about him?" I asked. "How does he feel?"

"I dunno."

Yeah, it was difficult. But if you were expecting a catfight, sorry. As we started knocking it back we somehow decided to forget about the complicated stuff for now and try to get to know each other a bit first. She'd got rid of Paul by telling him she'd gone to visit her parents that evening - hence the solitary bike-ride. Nice bit of conspiracy, I thought. Before long, we were laughing and giggling all over the place. I spilled a lot more beans than I'd wanted to. She went totally fucking hysterical when I told her about the crimson room thing. We shared a grotesque sense of humor about sex. She told me some of her stories. She was a wild one all right, and yep, she'd collected an impressive number of pubic scalps for her young age - from both sexes. 

She also burst out laughing when I told her I thought of her as the 'witch-bitch'. But nope, she said, she wasn't seriously into any this witchy stuff - and certainly nothing 'satanic'. All those heavily into it were just sexually repressed, suffering from a post-Christian hangover. They'd all be much better off chucking it and getting down to the real thing. This 'dark angel' stuff was useful because it turned some guys on, that's all - especially the repressed ones - the ones with problems. It was just part of the seduction game. Right on babe, I thought sadly, right on.

Despite everything though, I was really beginning to like her. The witch-bitch was turning me on.

"So you see? All this witchy mumbo-jumbo is just a cover. We'd all be much better off just getting laid." She burst out laughing again. Then boy! did she get going - but low-voiced, pacing her words.

"Look, all our fucking so-called civilization - art, science, literature, music and so on, all that crap, it's all a symbolic web surrounding the great mystery of sex and death. None of it's any use if it doesn't enhance our love for each other - and I mean real, deep, burning, erotic love. Education should begin with sex education - and I don't mean that fucking pathetic birds, bees and condoms stuff either. It should be how to exploit and develop that terrific power each and every one of us have our bodies - how to give and receive orgasms, how to transport each other into joy and ecstasy beyond the confines of ourselves. Nothing matters except the smell and feel of our naked bodies clasping each other, the look in each other's eyes as we come into each other."

She was off on a roll now, real excited, and fixing me with those dark, liquid eyes. I was hypnotized. I sipped away steadily, just listening

"All art, literature, music and so on should be about the mystery of our bodies, on the mystery of our bonds with nature. All nature exists purely to enhance our sexuality. The trees, the clouds, the sky, water, sunsets - all of these are a thousand times more beautiful when we walk naked among them, when our bare feet grasp the cool moist earth, when our bare skin drinks in the wind, the sun, the moon and the caress of leaves, when, sun, moon and starlight are reflected in our eyes. And believe me, they only exist to be reflected in our eyes."

Christ! Where'd she get this crap from? Oh yeah, of course, should've guessed. Her hand was on mine now. She was squeezing it gently, her eyes steady, working on me. She was breathing on me, her voice low and intense. She hitting on me by any chance?

"Our heartbeat is the heartbeat of the Earth, but the pulsing rhythms of our world only exist to echo the pulse of our great collective orgasm. All these wars, violence, crime, killing each other and all that shit - all this fucking stupid struggle to make more money - none of this would happen if we just got our brains fucked out more often. And we should fuck as often, and as skillfully as we can - both sexes, all combinations, two three, four or general orgies. And if we get too old - well then, that's the time we should sit back and enjoy watching the young ones at it. Believe me - it's all we've got. There's nothing else that's real."

Vive la fierté de la chair! I thought again. So why didn't the four of us just fuck each other's brains out last time she'd come round? Never mind. But yep, she was hitting on me now all right. OK, I'll bite.

"So you see, I do the occult, the 'witchy stuff', not because it's got any reality outside of my body. It's sexy, that's all. I use it especially on the repressed ones - the ones with problems, the ones that need my body to blow their fucking minds, to blow them out of themselves, out of their prison. I use it to clean the shit out of them, to empty them - then to fill them with me. I see myself as a High Priestess of Sex."

I wanted to giggle but then I remembered that this fucking 'high-priestess-of-sex' was filling Paul all right. His cock might rammed up to the hilt in her cunt, but it was her dark, fucking poisonous juices flowing inside him that were really doing us in. She wasn't finished yet.

"Believe me, one day there'll be no more fucking cities, no more fucking machines, no countries, no states - just us, just really hot kids like you and me, and the lucky guys we prey on. All 'art' will be the colors and curves of our succulent, powerful, delicious bodies. The 'occult' will become real."

She was running her fingers delicately across the back of my hand. I caught a pungent whiff of female pheromones mixed with incense. I was breathless. Christ! was she turning me on though, despite myself. Crap - but good, sexy crap.

I wanted to be a bit wicked and ask her what was gonna happen to all those poor suckers who weren't 'hot kids' like us, and like, who was gonna pay for this great new fucking Eden anyway, what were we gonna eat and so on, lying out there on the beaches or among the trees, blissfully fucking each other to kingdom come. Like, who was gonna make the vodka and steak tartar and stuff? But then guess who came up to us at that moment? 

Yep, my old raptor again, on the prowl, grinning away as always. I should've known. This was his territory.

"Well, well, well. And what are two such classy chicks doing in a dump like this?" Mr. Originality.

"Rob! What hole have you just crawled out from?" I said with the 'sweet' smile. Oops! Nasty. Shouldn't have said it, but he just grinned again.

"Talking about the birds and the bees," said Maria innocently. She didn't seem in the least surprised to see him.

"Sounds good. Mind if I join you?"

This was supposed to have been a girls' night out, but what the hell. My fault for coming here.

So Rob sat down with us and we began boozing away. Aha! I caught this glance between Rob and Maria - just a hint of a smile on each other's lips. Well, well, well, I wondered. Maybe he'd done her after all. And maybe this hadn't been a chance meeting either. Forget it. I couldn't care less anyway, I decided. I'm no spoilsport. This is so fucking perverse, might as well lie back and enjoy it. I felt hysterical, careless, totally out of control. I didn't give a total, fucking damn. See Poe again on this one.


We got fairly canned, then Rob suggested we come round to his place for a joint. He was heavily into dealing at the moment, and I hadn't had any dope for some time now, so why not? Maria seemed really up for it. He'd changed apartments, and only lived round the corner from the bar, close to the gay quarter. We went.

Oh God! You really wanna hear this? REALLY? Well...OK. 

Suffused crimson lighting again, we didn't just do dope, we popped the 'love drug', and yep, you just wouldn't actually fucking believe it, but in no time at all the three of us were buck naked and there I was, actually getting it on with the witch-bitch. She was delicious, of course, as I knew she would be. Paul had good taste. She was just pure female cream all right, smelling of incense and pheromones, and sure enough, there were those tattoos Paul had told me about - this entwined pentacle thing just above her buttocks, pointing towards her ass, and this curling snake on the upper part of her left thigh, winding its way up her cunt. Good dark bush, clit hard as a cock. I was a bit rougher with her than I'd been with that first one, Marie. We wanted to eat each other. There was a fair bit of biting - but nothing serious, no breaking the skin. We licked each other all over, top to toe, inside and out, bare feet included - in loving memory of Paul. Christ! If only he could seen us. It didn't bear thinking about. Our bubbles burst like foam.

Rob got in a decent jerk-off over us, then hit us both like an express train. He balled the living fucking daylights out of us both, true. Me, then her, then me, then her, then me, then her and so on - but I think he got more than he bargained for. Once more, I just can't remember all the details, except that what with the XTC and all, our foam exploded all over again. We were all high as kites, determined to drown our collective troubles in a sea of flesh, far, far away from the world's dark strategies. I remember Maria and I riding him together, bucking up and down like broncos, our black and gold hair flying about all over the place (how come I'd never got into show jumping? I was a natural). The whole thing would've looked real funny on film, especially speeded up - like that orgy scene in 'Clockwork Orange'. We were just this tangled mass of bodies on the middle of the bed - a pile of snakes with limbs, heads and bare feet sticking out in all directions. This tangled mass would shift about as we moved into new positions and combinations, then we'd lock into one and bang away like fury: wriggling, seething, coiling - then bucking up and down - wriggling, seething, coiling - then rocking back and forth - wriggling, seething, coiling - then moving in a slow circle - wriggling, seething, coiling - then bouncing about crazily - wriggling, seething, coiling - then three pairs of buttocks would pump away furiously like pistons in different directions and different phases. She and I bathed his entire body - and each other's - in curtains of hair plaited in raven and gold. We were so fucking charged up we never even took a break.

Between us, we blew him to kingdom come all right - we gave his cock and tongue the workout of a lifetime. He'd met his match this time, believe it or not - our mouths and cunts managed to suck every last drop of cum out of that bastard, and when he finally passed out it was hilarious. We collapsed on top of him in heaps of laughter, then continued working on each other, romping, crawling and twisting around on top of him like he was our trophy or something - which he was, of course. I'd already collected his pubic scalp, but was quite happy to split it with her. We were sisters now, right?

We didn't dare sleep there. We dressed and got the hell out. But before we did we each took a dollar bill and wound both of them around Rob's now flaccid cock with a rubber band. We left a written note on his chest - 'not bad, pal, but please don't ring us - we'll ring you', then skimmed up all the dope supplies plus the rest of the 'hug drug' and dashed out of the room, giggling like maniacs. On the street, we gave each other one last, long, nice, vicious tonguing, then went off home like good little girls.

'Orgy' doesn't describe it. More like some kinda fucking sexual H-bomb went off. We'd had a totally, utterly, thoroughly filthy time. I never even knew what hit me.

I got home, real scared in case Paul was there but amen and hallelujah! - he wasn't. I was just too relieved to worry about where he was. I still smelled of her incense, and I'd have a tough job explaining that one, never mind the tender, lingering aromas of that night's olympics. I looked in the mirror. I was still sweating like a pig, my hair was totally wild and my mascara was smeared all over the place, leaving two large black holes for eyes. I looked like a freak from the pits of hell. When I stripped I saw I was covered in bites. I showered at once, and once again, the shower floor was slippery with Rob's cum - and traces of blood. Every orifice seemed to be oozing his stuff, and I could still taste it in my mouth. I took a decent swig of the other, really hard stuff to kill it off. Then I hit the sack.

Hangover? I didn't 'wake up' the next morning - I clutched and crawled my way out of a fucking swamp. Morning after the night before? Conscience? You serious? One thing and one thing only I knew: vodka + dope + Ela + sexy company = total fucking catastrophe. Don't even mention the X-factor. Christ! My whole body ached this time, never mind my cunt. I felt like Hellraiser, like, totally perforated - as if every orifice had been like, you know, speared or something. I was sure now I'd gotten it up the ass from him more than once, never mind where else. I got up, showered again - an ice cold one this time, put calamine on the bites to hide them, and dressed. I dumped last night's clothes in the washer (no, no, not the jacket). What now? I did the only thing I could do. I poured myself a stiff one, wound a silk scarf around my neck, then put the whole thing right out of my mind and started picking up whatever fragments I could find of my formerly virtuous, domestic life. The Crimson Book almost blew apart when I wrote this one up.

Paul came round about 9 or so. He also looked exhausted. He'd obviously been drinking all night, but told me he'd just been riding around town on that bike of his. His guardian angel must've been on real heavy overtime. He asked about the scarf and I told him I'd a sore throat - I certainly looked sick enough. He wanted to take me to the doctor's, but I said NO, NO, NO, I'd manage fine.

You're going to ask the big question. Why didn't the luscious witch-bitch and I ever take on Paul together? It might've made him so happy. But I dunno - I just can't be sure. I don't think it would have solved anything. He was so involved with both of us, so mournful, so serious. And so goddamn pushy all the time. These things just happen. She and I had this thing about 'studs' and it 'just happened' that on that particular night we somehow decided to gang up on this arrogant bastard and do him in. It was just a game - I'm not sure Paul would get it. Then again, both of us were jealous types when we were in love with a guy. Each of us wanted Paul for ourselves. On yeah, we'd discussed it that night after we'd disposed of Rob, but it never materialized, and anyway, any chance of both of us ever getting it on together with Paul started to dissipate when his behaviour got steadily worse. I mean, he was already drinking like a fish. Then he started hitting me. No, not hitting on me - if only! - I mean really hitting me. That was it. I had to get a restraining order set on him for my own safety. I was getting real frightened of him. After that he spent more time than ever somewhere out there.

I never saw Maria again after that night. It really had been a one-off shot. She and Paul went back to banging each other as if nothing had happened. Evidently, she hadn't told him anything either - and just as well perhaps. Fucking treacherous bitch though, I thought. Sisterhood, right! 

And Rob? Well, wait and see.

I was still going out for the occasional coffee or drink with Jeff and Dave. Then one day we were in this bar - no, not that one - and Dave had suddenly 'like, gotta go', leaving Jeff and I alone. It was a hot, sultry afternoon. The bar was cool and we really didn't want to leave so soon. By this time it was well known among our circle of friends that Paul and I were 'going through a rough patch'. Like I said, Jeff had always fancied me, and we'd often flirted around playfully. Now as soon as Dave had gone, he began hitting on me big time, telling me how he'd always been so like, desperately, passionately in love with me. 

That's always the story. The slightest crack in a marital relationship and all those sympathetic friends just plunge in there like vultures, ready to pick up the pieces.

He asked me to come for a drive with him. He'd this decent, air-conditioned Chrysler, mine was in for a service (I'd my own wheels by this time), so I thought, why not? I'd absolutely no fucking idea where Paul was.

We pulled out of the city and drove up-country. The sky was a weird, greenish color - a sign of trouble, weatherwise. On the way, I ended up spilling a few more beans about my own problems. He was very sympathetic - but then, aren't they all when they're after something? He told me he'd been married, and that they'd split. They were just separated at the moment, waiting for the papers to come through. There were two kids and the marital home to sort out. A nice, delicious, well-spiced, thoroughly adulterous story. She'd started it apparently. Oh yeah, sure, that's what they all say - but who knows?

A violent rainstorm began. The wipers were working away like fuck but we just couldn't see a goddamn thing. There was this huge great church thing up in front of us - one of those Byzantine things. You could still see it through the rain, lit up by some town lights behind it. It was just like the ones Paul and I used to explore in 'ze old country', but this thing was massive. I'd heard about it, and I knew the guy who'd built it too - this old, rich, pompous asshole from 'ze old country' who'd been hitting on me ever since I came over here. This place was his tomb, and he was in there now, thank Jehovah! Bad car smash. May he rest in pieces! No, I'd nothing whatsoever to do with it.

We pulled into a car park beside the church. The rain was lashing down now. Jeff killed the engine then turned towards me. His arm snuck round my neck.

"Ela, you know you're the most gorgeous woman I've ever set eyes on. I've always loved you, from the first moment I saw you." And so on, and so on.

Truth was, I did kinda fancy the guy. He was pretty well-built, and very good-looking in a rather vacant, George Clooney-like sort of way. And I'd been flirting with him anyway, hadn't I? I'd been giving him the come-on. So I guess I'm at least partly to blame for what happened next.

He kissed me and I responded, running my fingers through his hair. He got the full tongue treatment. That was it.

We struggled desperately to get our clothes off, tossing them carelessly into the back seat, shirts, jeans, shoes, the lot. After quite a bit of twisting and contorting we were both naked, already sweating like all hell. This was a hairy one all right - not a gorilla by any means, but the hairiest I'd had so far. This long, pale, fat, white joystick thing reared up from a dense black bush and stood parallel to the gearshift, stiff, quivering and questing, the end of it moist. Good bush, I thought - nice one for my collection. I tongued him again, feeling him groan into my throat as I worked his warm, sticky gearshift: 1-2-3-4-reverse, 1-2-3-4-reverse. I was really turned on now. We were sweating like fucking pigs and my cunt felt like Niagara Falls. The windows were already well steamed up. 

He pulled the front passenger seat down, then I lay back as he pulled himself over. He edged himself between my legs and lay down on top of me, hairy chest pressing down on my tits, squashing my nipples flat. No fucking lightweight, this one. He began furiously kissing and licking me, tongue down my ears, then over my neck, eyes, chin and mouth, caressing my tits and squeezing the nipples. It wasn't really kissing though - more like slobbering. This one hadn't read the classics much. You need some lessons in using that ol' kisser of yours, pal. Never mind, I thought, you can't have it all. I felt that old familiar push between the lips of my cunt, then this great hot pole suddenly thrust its way into me, bang right up through the goddamn cervix. 




Trinity Ch. 04



I gasped and clutched at him. OW-AH! Christ! I hadn't felt perforated like this since I'd had my cherry popped. Like I'd been nailed to the fucking cross or something. Another one. Oh come on, I should be getting used to this. Keep smiling and hanging up those scalps. But then as soon as he was in, I felt fine. He began these heavy, pounding thrusts, back and forth, back and forth. I dug my fingers into his sweating back as the Chrysler began rocking away all over the place, the rain pelting down on the roof. Nice if we could roll it back, I thought. I like fucking in water. At that moment the headlights of another car flashed across the windshield. Oh fuck! Kindly piss off somewhere else. We're busy here right now. Over Jeff's shoulder, even with the windows all steamed up, I could just make out the vast form of the church rearing up in front of us like a colossus through the lashing rain, flashing in the lights of the other car. There was something eerily familiar about this scenario, but for chrissakes I couldn't think what it was. Jeff was grunting away loudly as he thrust in and moaning as he drew back - in-grunt, out-moan, in-grunt, out-moan.

"Oh Ela! Oh Ela, my delicious Ela, oh you're so beautiful, oh you're so gorgeous." 

Yep, I could feel myself coming all right and panted away enthusiastically in response. The Chrysler wasn't a small car, but then we weren't hobbits either. We'd both got long legs and our bare feet were tangled and squashed together down there under the dash. I drew my legs up and began rubbing his legs and bare feet with mine. Hell, what was it? Something was buzzing around inside my head like a wasp.

Then he really began to step on the gas. I felt the Chrysler was going to take off.

"Love you! love you! love you! LOVE YOU! LOVE YOU! - AAAAAAAAAH!"

Even as he stiffened and gave this long groan of satisfaction, it suddenly hit me. It was the bare feet thing that did it. Paul's old fantasy! Me getting laid in some guy's car in the middle of a rainstorm! And he'd told me about it in the UK just after we'd exhibited our photos of these churches. That great fucking thing out there for chrissakes!

Even as I felt the bubble inside me swell up and burst - I also burst into tears. I banged on the window in a mixture of lust and fury, then clutched tightly at Jeff's body, sobbing hysterically. I felt his cock throbbing away inside me, pumping me full of warm cum. He was still groaning. I slid my hands down his sweating back, grasped his buttocks and pulled him into me as deep as I could, sucking it all in. I wanted to focus on my orgasm. I tightly closed my eyes and did the flickery-viper thing with my tongue, then thrust it down his throat as far as I could like that alien chick in 'Species', trying to blot out the image of Paul's face as he'd described his fantasy to me. We clung tightly, rocking back and forth together - but slower and gentler. Tears were still trickling down my cheeks. Where was that bastard now? What was he doing at this moment? The fuckhead had it coming anyway, I told myself.

We gradually eased off and he withdrew. The rain had eased off together with us. The car was saturated with this like, real neat stench of sweat and body fluids. I heard the other car start up and move off. Our windows were still steamed up, but through my handprint on the glass I thought I could just about make it out. It looked like a Mazda. There was no way they could have seen us though. I think, I hope.

Apparently a twister had passed close by us that night. Big fucker too. No one had been hurt though, praise...Thor this time, I guess. Oh, and Venus too - from me.

Jeff and I got it on a number of times after that. Mostly at his place, a couple of times back at mine - only in the afternoons, when I knew Paul would be at the school. It was a bit risky, but I'd stopped caring. They were pretty sweaty clashes. He was a bit rough in bed, but really nice and sympathetic otherwise. I'd always wanted it good and hard, hadn't I? And anyway, I liked running my fingers through those fabulous nests of body hair. I gave him a few first-class blowjobs too. I was getting a real taste for it.

Sometimes we'd go out together on a Saturday night, wandering arm in arm through the intersection between the Sin Strip and the main East-West highway that ran through the downtown core. It was always densely crowded. They were all there it seemed, everyone, wandering about, clutching at each other, secretive, each bound up with the object of his or her desire. All types of couples, every combination of gay and hetero. Sweet little girls in gingham dresses hanging onto heavy macho thugs in black leather. Little bald guys in specs with big, heavy butch females. Slender gays wandering along hand in hand. Long-legged, flashy, ridiculously beautiful lesbians clinging together and giggling, bouncing along together like two-headed giraffes, their long hair tumbling wildly about and mingling in the evening breeze. It was all here - love, lust, romance, bondage, domination, sadomasochism - everything in the book. You name it - it was here. The air was always heavy with the smell of passion. We'd all catch each other's eyes from time to time. The rich mingled with the poor, the high with the low, the famous with those who'd still to find their fifteen minutes. Everyone was fucking each other. No names, no rankings, no status. That was what was so great about this place. Once a week, at this very time, all social structures dissolved and secretly, for one night, rearranged themselves according to the collusive bonds of the flesh. Yep, the Body of Christ all right. Not sure this is what He meant, though.

There was always a chance we'd see Paul and Maria, but we didn't though, at least I don't think we saw them. They might have seen us for all I knew. We saw Alan and Marie once. They winked at me as we passed. I felt a bit of a pang, thinking of Marie's long, luscious body, and desperately wanted her to be the one in bed with me that night. I've really got to go for this lesbo thing sometime, I thought. Something gentler please, for God's sake. For once, something sweeter, less complicated, less of this fucking banging about and role-playing all the time. Then Christ! I thought I did catch a glimpse of Paul, just out of the corner of my eye - somewhere on the other side of the street, walking arm in arm with the witch-bitch. Nope, just an illusion. Fuck you anyway, you bastard, I thought. 

We went clubbing that night and I went like, totally wild, losing myself in the 'dance trance'. Then he took me back to his place and balled the living daylights out of me.

The Jeff thing didn't so much end as fizzle out - about two months later. I wasn't bothered. Paul was still hanging around that chick, but that didn't bother me now either. Either he'd come round or he wouldn't. In the meantime there were other consolations - from time to time.

We tried counseling. Fuck that. Those guys know jack shit about what we're really like inside.

But when he eventually chucked her, or she chucked him, it didn't matter anymore. It was too late to pick up the pieces. We did end up really getting it on though, one last time. We both knew it somehow. And you know, he'd never been more sweeter with me, more gentler, than he was then. He gave me exactly what I was now wanting so much. He really made love to me. We cried miserably all the way through, even as we came. 

Then somehow, the very day after, he found it. The Crimson Book I mean - the one with pubic scalps bursting out of it. I'd been careless. I think when we do these things - write 'secret' journals and all that stuff - we do it in the secret hope of being found out. Poe yet again. I was pretty shocked too, you bet, when he told me what had shocked him the most. The bike ride! The Night of the Twister! Oh fuck! From that moment on I knew I'd killed him inside. I just wanted to crawl under a stone and die.

"How could you do it?" he'd asked, weeping. "You disgusting slut!"

I lost it. I really did.

"What the living fuck d'you mean, 'how could 'I' do it'?" I screamed at him hysterically. "How the fuck could YOU do what YOU did. It wasn't my fault. Christ! We'd everything going for us. 'I' didn't want to 'do' anything. It was YOU who wanted me to do the slut thing. It was YOU who pushed me over the fucking edge. I'd never have given that fucking bastard the come-on in the first place if you hadn't been needling me. I was never a 'slut' before. If I am now, it was YOU who fucking well made me one! And YOU fucking well know it!"

I also broke down in tears. I tried to tell him it was those two - the raptor and the witch-bitch - who'd planned to split the marriage and feast on the carrion. And they'd fucking succeeded in the first bit hadn't they? Even if the carrion had finally dodged them. I told him the two of them had got it on, the night they'd first come round, as if he hadn't known, deep down - and what I suspected the two of them had really wanted from us. His jaw dropped like a stone. 

After the primary detonation he wandered around like a zombie for a couple of days, white as a sheet, then had a nervous breakdown. He ended up in hospital for a spell. I went to visit him but he wouldn't so much as look at me. When he came out we split, and he got his own apartment somewhere down on the south side of the city. 

You see, he'd always wanted me to be his goddamn 'golden angel' - and a horny, fucking slut at the same time. Sorry, guys. Can't have it both ways. It's gonna be either one or the other. Some of us can push the fantasy over the limit and survive - but others can't and shouldn't.

It must have been about two years later. Paul was long gone by this time - and so had everyone else, Dave, Jeff, Alan and Marie and most other friends from that time. After that breakdown Paul had gone back to Europe - back to 'ze old country', believe it or not. How could he? It must have been absolute fucking hell for him. Christ! It would've been for me. All those deadly memories. 

It was another long hot, sweaty summer and I was strolling around downtown, diving from time to time into the air-conditioned shops, using the heat as an excuse to do some impulse buying. I dragged myself back out onto the street from one of them and ran smack into him - Rob, I mean.

We were going to go just for a coffee, but ended up going for a drink. No, not that old place by the strip joint for fuck's sake - another one. The old double-v with ice again though. I hadn't learnt that lesson.

"Hey babe, you look so fucking gorgeous I just can't believe it." He hadn't changed. Guys like that don't. He looked as fit as always. Same coal-black eyes.

"Thanks, but I'm not anyone's 'babe' anymore, OK?"

OK b... - I mean doll - I mean Ela. Honey, sweetheart, whatever."

I burst out giggling. It was all so fucking hopeless.

He'd been back west - came back, down south - came back, out east, up north, same story. I'd been out to the West Coast a couple of times, and back for a quick trip to Europe to see my folks again. But here we were again. What was it with this city - for some of us anyway? Like some fucking black hole or event horizon or something. No one ever escapes it. He asked after me, what had happened with Paul and so on. The drinks flowed. I turned my can of beans upside down and he did the same with his. We'd both been through a fair amount of shit. He grasped my hand, like he'd done in that shop. The drinks kept flowing, we got pretty lively. We had a great laugh about everything - no hard feelings, right? He suggested I come back to his place for a joint - for old time's sake.

And yep, sure enough, that's just where we ended up, in a grimy second-floor apartment somewhere on the east side of the city. It was a sleazy dump and the sex was pretty sordid, vicious and sweaty. A lot of twisting, clawing and biting on my part. Nevertheless, I thoroughly enjoyed it and came like an express train time and time again. I was fucking hopeless all right. Our steaming bodies ended up tangled in a heap like a pile of snakes. We thought we'd have to call the fucking fire brigade to sort us out. The sheets were sodden, the room stank deliciously of sweat and juice. It was like the Last Fucking Tango in Paris. Butter included.

He didn't exactly move in with me like, formally, he just began living with me at my condo on the north side. But I was pretty busy by now, and just couldn't do the booze and dope thing night after night - I had my patients to consider. Then more than once, when I didn't want to get high, he'd go out tomcatting. I hadn't caught anything from him that first couple of times round, but I couldn't afford this kind of risk now. I'd wisened up.

His flesh was dope for my flesh, but that was no good either, short or long term. I wanted a lot more these days than just a nice, filthy time. No way were we ever going to get married or anything like that, although he kept pushing for it. I began looking for a decent way to dump him, but couldn't think of anything. Then when the blowup came it was unexpected, as always.

We were lying in a tangle on my bed one Saturday night, doped to the eyeballs, reminiscing about the threesomes and that first Saturday night in the crimson room (it's still there, by the way, but we never went back to it). I was off duty at the OT and not on call, thank God. We were giggling away about the crimson room and that old hooker fantasy thing, he was asking me to describe it again, and I got real filthy - as disgustingly obscene as I could. It always turned him on. Then the bombshell came.

"You know, babe," he drawled (try as I could, I just couldn't bang the fucking 'babe' thing out of him). "There's something I gotta tell you about that night. I wanted to, but like, we just didn't have time to talk, right?"

Then he told me. There'd been a video setup behind one of the mirrors. The whole thing had been filmed. A porn flick had been made out of it and by now it had been everywhere out there - maybe all over the goddamn fucking universe for all I knew. He'd planned the whole thing beforehand, and he'd made a tidy profit out of it in the longer term. 

I went absolutely cold. I sensed there was more - and you bet there was. I wormed it out of him. He'd done the job on the witch-bitch all right, just after they'd met at our place. Paul knew fuck all about this. But then they'd developed their own agenda. They'd actually planned to seduce me that night. And yep, that had been filmed too - some other fucking telescreen had been hidden away in that dump of his round the corner from the bar. She'd gotten to see both flicks. Then there was more - can't tell you right now - something I'd always suspected.

I lost it.

Christ! I was so fucking furious I punched him full force right in the fucking kisser, then hit him over the head again and again, screaming at him and calling him a fucking, bastard, shit-faced, voyeuristic pervert, a cocksucking, cornholing, pedophiliac motherfucker and everything else I could remember from those old rap albums. I told him he'd only ever got born because his mother had farted while making out with some john. Wow! I earned a PhD in verbal abuse in about five minutes. 

Then he had the cheek to call me a tight-assed bitch. That did it. 

Black fury. I clouted the Holy Ghost out of him. I belted him till he could hear the angels' hallelujah, yelling at him to get the fuck out, and he did - real quick, pretty banged up and in very real terror. After he'd gone I collapsed onto the sofa and burst into tears. I was alone, helpless, empty, broken, drained, exhausted, smashed into bits and pieces - like the bottles and glasses all over the room. He'd gone for good, Paul was gone, the rest didn't matter jack shit. I was closer to doing myself in than ever before in my life. God! I wanted to just die. I must've cried for hours. I got myself soaked - and the sofa too. 

Then somehow, just before dawn, the bits and pieces gradually began flowing together again like that metal thing in Terminator 2. I got up and moved to the window, careful of the broken glass. I was still naked. I ran my hands up and down my body. There it lay before me - that vast glittering matrix of the city, somnolent now, but still surging, groaning, seething with body fluids, passion and dreams, a great, spinning ball of dark-red, sexual fire. And my body was out there, beautiful, crimson, sweating, demonic, locked first and foremost into his - then into his and hers - feeding a million alien desires. They'd all been jacking off over us out there for the last two years. There was this wide, dense, creamy, river of cum - all flowing into me and through me. Every cell of my body was locked into that matrix. It was what I'd always dreamed of, wasn't it? It's what I'd always wanted to tell Paul about when we were fucking each other stupid in that old city with its onion domes and complicated, spiky crosses, gold and shimmering in the sunset - so long ago now, it seems. Yeah, I'd finally got what I wanted all right - but oh so, so far away from where I'd come from - and at what a price!

He came back next day to pick up his things. He looked real beat-up, which he had been, of course. I'd cut him up pretty bad, but he didn't prosecute for assault. What? A guy like that having to admit a 'chick' had done him in? Anyway, I knew too much about his involvement in the dope business. We didn't exchange a single word, we didn't even look at one other. I never saw him again.

Nope, I never got to actually see either flick - but then I don't need to, do I? I know damn well what's on them. As far as I know they're still out there, somewhere. I've a copy of the one with Alan and Marie though. I'd carefully hidden it from Paul and, when he'd confronted me about it, I'd told him the camera hadn't worked. Actually it'd worked perfectly.

Paul still rings from time to time - from somewhere out there. Like I said, we're still friends, we talk - across the oceans, across the deserts, the fields, the forests and the shimmering cities with their glass towers, high-rises, domes and seedy little rooms and apartments tucked away here and there, boiling with fury, flesh and passion. I know maybe you won't get it, but there'd been something really deep between us, something you can't really uproot, no matter how much shit happens. He never remarried, though I don't know if he's got any more hidden beans to spill by now. Somehow I doubt it. He's into really weird stuff these days - and real lonely, I think. We hold back the tears.

I know I don't come out as much of an angel in this story - golden or dark. Like I said, I know how terribly I must've hurt Paul, but like I also said, it was he who opened Pandora's Box, not me. I didn't 'fall' - I was pushed. He knows that now - he's admitted it. As you've guessed by now, I'm just as much of a masochist as he is - in my own way. Trouble is, I'm also more of a sadist than he is. It really doesn't matter now anyway. I still enjoy reading Poe though.

And there's this even darker side to this story too, which I've hinted at. A hidden strand I've kept out of it from the beginning. What did those two really want from us? I just can't tell you. It's too shocking, even for this website. I'd caught on to the whole thing after the third Big 3, but as you know, I only pulled it out of him during the finale of the Last Tango. It wasn't just all about sex. And that's why, despite everything, they didn't get us in the end, even if they did fuck our brains out in the process. Sorry. I love this country, but I've learned there are some things my new, fine, upstanding fellow-citizens just can't seem to take.

You see, the 'Good Book' isn't the whole story either. The 'director's cut' is in the Kaballah. It's got the 'asides' you never hear in the churches. 




Trinity Ch. 04



So God finishes his work on the seventh day and sits back, well pleased. Yep, that's the official story. But in the director's cut, He then gets up and moves off side stage, muttering: 

"Christ! I hope this fucking thing works!"

I know what He means. 

EPILOGUE:

But for all you Baptist-types and 'born-agains' hanging around out there, I'm gonna dig out the next-to-last bottom bean of the can and tell y'all a secret. I actually did get remarried eventually (after a few more twisted stories which you're gonna have to beg for) - and to a real fine, upstandin', terrific guy. We got three mighty fine kids - and guess what? The kids are all right God-fearin', we all go to church regular and WE ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER! So there - see? No more double-v's, no more dope.

Ya see y'all, the question isn't whether or not God's on our side, but whether we're on His.

The Crimson Book got lost somewhere, OK? And I've changed my hair.

Oh, and Paul's phone calls? 

Vy, zat is my elder brother Vladimir from ze old country. Vee speek ze old language, see? So amen, hallelujah and fuck you!



Trinity Ch. 04



Alec had to remove ten screws before he could gently lift the panel from the wall. Thankfully the space was large enough for his massive frame to still fit inside. He quietly climbed into the space and headed towards the right where the vent for Joshua’s office was. Alec took his time as he slid on the cold steel making sure that he didn’t make any type of noise. It took a few minutes to get to his destination, but it was well worth the time because as he reached the vent he found that it was situated right behind Joshua’s desk. 

Alec wasn’t able to see anything, but he was able to hear everything that happened in the office. Joshua was on the phone, but it was with someone from the park. The man was talking about media ads and other non-interesting things. Alec stayed in his place for nearly twenty minutes and was starting to give out hope that the plan was going to work. Just as he was about to throw the towel in he heard a knock on the office door.

“Enter!” Joshua’s voice rang out.

“I thought I’d stop by and see how the morning was treating my sweet husband.” Alec heard Paige’s voice. For a split second he reconsidered the plan because he didn’t want to sit through any cutesy husband and wife chatter. The office door closed with a quiet click and the atmosphere in the office changed dramatically.

“Paige, no one is around now so you can drop the husband crap, okay?” Joshua sounded irritated.

“You were the one who thought up the brilliant idea of me posing as your wife.” Paige’s voice had lost the warmth he had heard last night. “Don’t get pissed at me for doing what you asked me to. I think someone is just a bit upset that his boy toy found out about me.”

“Do NOT call him that, Paige, he does have a name.” Joshua’s voice was tinged with anger.

“Uh oh, it seems that I may have hit a sore spot.” Paige’s laughter echoed through the vent. “Don’t look at me like that, Joshua Finnegan. I hadn’t planned on meeting him. That nitwit Sabrina had been looking for me and calling my cell phone all night. I finally tracked her down and Alec happened to walk in.”

“I should have known Sabrina had something to do with this.” Joshua said with a long groan. “That woman is going to be the death of me. Why can’t she just mind her own business? It is because of her that my chances with Alec have probably gone down the drain.”

“What makes this guy so special, Joshua?” Alec heard Paige ask and it made his heart stop. “Don’t get me wrong, the man is drop dead gorgeous, but you must realize the problems this could cause.”

“I don’t know what it is about him, Paige.” Joshua replied. “I just felt drawn to him. There seemed to be some type of connection the moment our eyes met. He did things to me that I never let anyone ever do to me, Paige, and for the life of me I can’t understand why.”

“That would explain why you are walking a bit funny today.” Paige said with a small laugh. “Look, Joshua. Under any other circumstances I would be ecstatic for you, but we have a problem.”

“What are you talking about?” Joshua questioned her. Alec’s breathing practically stopped. He was hoping that Paige was about to reveal something useful.

“Your new beau and his friend could cause us a lot of problems, Joshua. The President will be here in a matter of days and we can’t let anything get in our way. This mission has to be successful. You know there is so much riding on this for us.” Paige’s voice had the hard edge of determination to it.

“I know how important this is, Paige. You don’t have to remind me of that.” Joshua’s voice sounded tired and frustrated. “What does that have to do with Alec?”

“Alec AND Vanessa, Joshua.” Paige stressed to him. “They are here to stop our mission. Joshua, they are from the Covenant.”

Alec’s eyes bulged and it took all the strength he had from not screaming a few choice words. How in the hell did Paige know about them? A thousand things rushed through his mind and he had to force himself to focus on what was going on in the office.


“Fuck.” He heard Joshua mutter. “I can’t believe this is even happening. I mean we knew that there was a possibility of it, Paige, but for it to really be a reality. We need to form some type of game plan.”

“Agreed.” Paige replied. “There isn’t much time and we have to make sure everything is in place and ready for the President’s visit. I will not allow those two to stop us. Are you going to be able to kill him, Joshua, if it comes to that?”

Alec’s body turned to stone as he heard the words. He had been so foolish. It never entered his head that he might have to hurt Joshua in any way. He had let himself be blinded by his feelings instead of focusing on his job. Alec waited in anxious silence for Joshua’s answer.

“I don’t know, Paige.” Joshua’s voice was practically a whisper.

“Mark my words, Joshua. I WILL kill him and his little friend without even missing a step if I have to. I will NOT allow anyone to stand in our way, and if you can’t take care of business, I will.” Paige’s voice rose in anger as she spoke. 

Alec heard the office door being opened and then it slammed shut, obviously marking Paige’s departure. He had to take a few deep, calming breaths to relax his body. Alec started to move backwards through the vent as quickly and as quietly as he could. He had to get back to Vanessa as soon as possible. Time had started running out on them and everything was unraveling. He quickly screwed the panel back into place on the wall and gathered up the toolbox and blueprints. He checked the hallway, and finding it empty, darted towards the stairwell.

*  *  *

“Son of a bitch mother fuckers!” Vanessa exclaimed. Alec had returned a few minutes ago and immediately began giving her a rundown on what he had heard. “I can’t even believe this is happening. How the hell did they find out about us? I knew I was going to have to keep an eye on Paige. I’ll keep both eyes on little Miss Annie Oakley now.”

“Things might not be turning out as we would want them too, but at least we have a few advantages.” Alec said in an attempt to calm his sister down. “We have the element of surprise now, Vanessa. They don’t know that we know about them. Before we didn’t have any clue who was behind the attempt on the President, but now we know exactly who we need to be watching. We just need to keep our eyes peeled and stay on our toes. We can do this.”

“Thanks for being the voice of reason, tiger.” Vanessa said with a warm smile. “You are absolutely correct. We now have the upper hand, thanks to your brilliant eavesdropping idea. So what do you think we should do now? Do we just keep an eye on them and stop the attempt or do we move in and take care of them now? 

“I’m not sure, Nessa, but we have to make some quick decisions.” Alec replied.

“I think we both want to get Paige out of the picture as soon as possible. I wouldn’t mind going a few rounds with her right now, that’s for sure.” Vanessa said with a wicked grin as she cracked her knuckles.

“Here’s another thing we have to look at.” Alec said with a smile. “Do we fill Sabrina in on everything that has been going on, or?”

Before Vanessa could answer her brother there was a knock on the door. They both pulled guns out of hidden holsters in the back of their pants and moved into position. Vanessa went to answer the door and Alec sat on the couch that faced it. They were both ready for anything. Vanessa positioned her body to conceal the gun in her hand and slowly opened the door. A sigh escaped her lips as she saw who was standing there.

“Speak of the devil, herself.” Vanessa moved aside so Alec could see Sabrina standing in the doorway.

“Good to see you too, Vanessa.” Sabrina sarcastically replied.

Sabrina sauntered into the living room and rolled her eyes at Vanessa. As Sabrina set her purse down on the coffee table the brother and sister exchanged a knowing glance. Before they shared any information with Sabrina it was time for her to do to a little sharing first. Vanessa raised her eyebrow at Alec in question and he grinned wickedly while nodding his head.

“Hey girl, I have a question for you.” Vanessa said as she turned on her airhead charm.

“What’s that, Vanessa?” Sabrina asked as she turned towards Vanessa.

Alec didn’t waste any time and took the opportunity that Sabrina had unknowingly offered. He quickly moved off the couch and stepped up behind her. Alec swiftly picked her up and threw her down on the couch.

“What the fu…” Sabrina’s voice was cut off as the cold steel of Alec’s gun pressed against her forehead.

“Alec!” Vanessa sounded upset and rushed up next to her brother. “What the hell are you doing?”

“It’s time for this bitch to start explaining a few things.” Alec snarled as he flipped the safety on the gun to the off position. “I have a feeling we are being strung along and I don’t like it.”

Sabrina’s wide eyes flickered back and forth between Vanessa and Alec. Alec could see a thin sheen of sweat break out on the woman’s forehead. She was definitely scared and Alec pressed the gun a bit harder against her skin. He watched as Sabrina’s breathing increased and she swallowed loudly.

“I...I don’t know what you are talking about.” Sabrina stuttered.

“Alec, put the gun down.” Vanessa reached out and wrapped her fingers around Alec’s wrist. She was finally able to get Alec to step back and Sabrina quickly sat up on the couch. Alec sat down on the coffee table next to Sabrina’s purse, but he kept the gun trained on her.

“No quick movements, and don’t lie to us.” Alec’s cold voice was the only sound in the now tense room besides Sabrina’s labored breathing. “I won’t hesitate to use this.”

“What is going on?” Sabrina asked.

Alec opened his mouth to snap at her, but Vanessa placed a calming hand on his shoulder silencing him. Vanessa gently sat down next to Sabrina in an attempt not to frighten her any further. She smiled reassuringly at Sabrina and tried to make the woman a bit more comfortable at least.

“We need to know your connection with Joshua and Paige.” Vanessa quietly stated.

“There is no connection with them.” Sabrina’s eyes widened again as Alec raised the gun and aimed at her head. “I swear it. I’ve been in deep undercover for the last few months. The only relationship I have with them is as their ‘employee’.”

“The two of you seem pretty chummy, though.” Vanessa said with a slight smile. “Last night Paige walked in here and greeted you like a long lost friend. She even contacted you on your cell phone before she showed up.”

“You’ll soon find out that Paige is all about appearances.” A sudden heat had appeared in Sabrina’s voice. “She may appear all sweet and sugary, but that woman is the queen viper in this pit. Paige uses her supposed charm and grace to get information out of people and pull them to her side. Joshua makes sure that she interacts with all of the employees and most of them are now under her thumb. She has my cell phone number because it was issued by the park. That bitch calls me at all hours of the night like I’m her personal lackey or something.”

“I overheard a conversation today from some employees on the island that Joshua thinks you’re going to be the death of him. What’s that about?” Alec questioned.

“That’s probably because I’ve been riding his ass to get as much information about the President’s visit as I could.” Sabrina sighed and ran her hand through her hair. Alec kept the gun steadily trained on her just in case she was trying anything. “I’ve used my position in human resources as an excuse to get as much information as I could so the groundwork for this mission could be smoothly put into place.”

Sabrina paused for a moment and glanced at Alec. Her attention wavered and focused on the gun. Vanessa glanced over at her brother and signaled him with her eyes. Alec’s face didn’t reveal that he understood, but after a moment he lowered the gun but continued to glare at Sabrina.

“Joshua must have gotten tired of me because for the last few weeks I’ve had to go through Paige to get the information I wanted. I don’t have much contact with him at all now.” Sabrina continued with a sigh. “I have to act like I’m that bitch’s best friend; otherwise I’d be dead in the water. She’s never around when I need her so I normally have to call her cell phone a thousand times. That’s how she ended up here last night. I had been calling her all evening trying to get more updated information about the President’s visit and unfortunately she tracked me down at an inconvenient time.”

“There was something about Paige that set an alarm off in the back of my head.” Vanessa thought out loud. “I’m glad to see my instincts are still working.”

Sabrina glanced at Vanessa with a bit of shock. Vanessa had unknowingly dropped her valley girl voice and for that split second the real Vanessa had leaked through. Alec could practically see the wheels turning in Sabrina’s head and after a moment a look of revelation appeared on her face. Almost as soon as the light bulb went off in her head a slight blush appeared on her cheeks.

“I obviously owe you a bigger apology than I thought, Vanessa.” Sabrina quietly muttered.

“Why is that?” Vanessa asked.

“I’m sorry for being such a bitch to you, Vanessa, but I had to make it look like there was friction between us.” Sabrina began. “If anyone saw us being too friendly with each other it might have raised suspicion.”

“If that was your plan why didn’t you fill us in on that?” Alec asked.

“Well…” Sabrina flushed again. “I had planned on it, but the more I interacted with you, Vanessa, the more agitated I got. You were way beyond the stereotypical dumb blonde and people like that get under my skin pretty quickly. I let my emotions cloud my judgment and I’m embarrassed about that. I’m truly sorry, Vanessa.”

Alec and Vanessa glanced at each other and continued their silent communication. Alec could understand what Sabrina was talking about in regards to emotions causing problems. He knew in his head what he might have to do in regards to Joshua, but that didn’t stop his heart from trying to change his mind. Alec flipped the safety on the gun into place and set it down next to him.

“We all make mistakes sometimes, Sabrina. Let’s just be glad we cleared the air and we can focus on the mission.” Alec said with a warm smile.

“Don’t worry about anything, Sabrina. Apology accepted.” Vanessa added with a warm smile of her own.

A look of confusion appeared on Sabrina’s face as she looked at the brother and sister. After a few minutes she slapped her forehead and let out a fairly large sigh. Her laughter suddenly filled the air.

“I can’t even believe this.” Sabrina said as she looked back at them. “I didn’t think the whole good cop/bad cop thing still worked. I was obviously wrong about that, wasn’t I?”

“We weren’t so sure about it either, but it’s a chance we had to take.” Vanessa laughed. “I have to admit though that Alec even scared me a bit, but that probably helped make it more believable.”

“I can definitely see why the Covenant sent you two for this mission.” Sabrina said with a smile. “You make a great team.”

“I hope you understand why we did it.” Vanessa studied Sabrina. “We had to be sure that we were working on the same team.”

“I understand completely.” Sabrina replied with a nod of her head.

“It’s funny you should mention the Covenant.” Alec said with a sigh. He glanced at his sister and she nodded her head in agreement. Sabrina was definitely on their side, and it was time to fill Backdraft in on the information they received that morning.

Alec took the next fifteen minutes explaining to Sabrina everything that he had heard. Since part of the conversation involved him he had no choice but to reveal what happened with him and Joshua. He wasn’t as graphic with her as he was with Vanessa, but he made a pretty clear picture of what had happened. Sabrina sat for a few minutes in silence letting everything Alec had said sink in.

“Son of a bitch mother fuckers.” Sabrina murmured.

“That was exactly my point.” Vanessa said. “We have to form a game plan and fast.”

“There is some information I have to share with both of you as well that will shed some light on why they know about the Covenant.” Sabrina said with a sigh. “I received a communiqué from headquarters this morning. It seems that we have a bigger problem than the President’s visit. It is still important for us to stop the assassination, but it is no longer our main objective.”

Vanessa and Alec exchanged another silent communication. Things were already difficult enough, what else were they going to have to possibly deal with? It seemed as if they were being pushed out of the frying pan and right into the heart of the fire.

“Have either of you ever heard of an agent named Dreamcatcher?” Sabrina asked.

“I’ve heard bits and pieces before on other missions about Dreamcatcher.” Vanessa replied. “It sounded more like whispers of legends or myths though. I never really paid attention to any of it.”

“Dreamcatcher is no legend or myth, believe me. Dreamcatcher was one of the top agents in the organization. Dreamcatcher can handle any weapon and is an explosives expert. The Covenant used the agent mostly as an assassin because Dreamcatcher never failed in any assignment.” Sabrina explained.

“What do you mean ‘was one of the top agents’, Sabrina?” Alec questioned.

“Dreamcatcher went rogue a few months ago. It turns out that both sides were being played. Dreamcatcher is the first known mole ever in the Covenant.” Sabrina said.

Alec whistled softly in shock. It was incomprehensible that anyone in the organization would turn to the other side, especially one of their top agents. Anger and rage bubbled through Alec and Vanessa. How could anyone betray the Covenant like that? The Covenant was like a close, but distant, family and no one messed with their family.

“So what does Dreamcatcher have to do with our mission?” Vanessa asked.

“The problem is that Dreamcatcher, the mole, is here on the island.” Sabrina said with a weary sigh. “This is going to totally complicate things. We are going to be up against some fucking tough competition.”

“Who is Dreamcatcher?” Alec asked.

Sabrina paused and collected her thoughts before answering. Vanessa already had a feeling of what the answer to the question was going to be.

“Alec, it’s Joshua.” Sabrina quietly replied.

Alec’s blood turned to ice water at her words. It was one thing for the man to possibly be trying to kill the President, and Alec could just about deal with the fact that the man he was possibly falling for was a bad guy, but betraying everything Alec believed in went beyond anger. 

“The sooner we take him and that bitch Paige out the better.” Alec’s voice was as hard as granite. “We need to isolate both of them. Sabrina, you can take care of Paige and Vanessa and I can handle Jos…I mean Dreamcatcher. This thing ends right here, right now.”

“That sounds like a plan to me.” Vanessa said as Sabrina nodded her agreement. “What’s the game plan?”

“This might help things out.” Sabrina said as she leaned past Alec to pull an envelope out of her purse. “I didn’t open it. Joshua asked me to bring it to you. It seems like opportunity might be knocking for us.”

Alec leaned forward and took the envelope from Sabrina. He turned it over in his hands a few times before opening it. Alec wasn’t very sure he even wanted to know what was inside. He locked eyes with Vanessa and she nodded her head to encourage him to open it. Alec shook his head a bit to clear his mind and tore the envelope open. He quickly scanned the single page of paper that was inside.

“Alec,

We really need to talk and I have to see you again. I’m sorry about how you found out about Paige, but I promise you that I can explain. Meet me by our waterfall at eight o’clock. Everything will be clear then. Please don’t worry about Paige. I’ll take care of everything. Please come.




Trinity Ch. 04



Yours,

Joshua”

“It seems that our plan is falling into place without us having to do anything.” Alec said. “Here is what we are going to do. Sabrina, you can head over to the hotel tonight and track down Paige. Vanessa and I will head over to ‘our waterfall’ and take care of Dreamcatcher. I think we should try to bring them both in alive. That way we can strip them of information that might be useful for the Covenant. By the way, how does Paige fit into this equation? Where did she come from?” 

“She has to be one of his old contacts or something because she’s definitely not in the Covenant. I had it checked out as soon as I got the message about Dreamcatcher. It’s bad enough we have to go up against him, but to be going up against two rogue Covenant members would make things even worse. If we need to though I think deadly force should be considered if needed, especially if the two of you are going up against Dreamcatcher.” Sabrina added.

“Whether she is in the Covenant or not, don’t underestimate her. She must be good if Joshua has teamed up with her. We need to consider her just as deadly as him.” Vanessa advised Alec and Sabrina.

The group finalized their plans and then Sabrina left to begin setting things up for later that night. Alec’s mind was reeling from everything that happened. First, he thought Joshua was a deadbeat for cheating on his wife, and then he finds out that his marriage to Paige is a farce and that they are the ones planning to kill the president, and finally that Joshua is a mole and is trying to undermine the Covenant. There was only one thing that made Alec afraid. Could he kill Joshua if it came down to that?

“Don’t worry about anything, tiger.” Vanessa said as she stepped up behind him. Her arms wrapped around his waist. “We will make sure everything gets taken care of. I know what you’re thinking.”

“What’s that?” Alec quietly asked.

“If you’ll be able to pull the trigger if it comes down to that.” Vanessa replied. Alec looked at her in shock. “I have been where you are at right now Alec, the point that you realize that you might have to take a human life. It’s going to be even tougher for you because of your feelings for Joshua, but you need to remember one thing. I’ll be there with you the entire time, and if the time comes and you can’t bring yourself to do it, you know that I have your back, tiger.”

“I know, Nessa, and I appreciate that so much.” Alec’s voice was thick with emotion. “If it comes down to that though I’ll do what I have to. He somehow took my heart, and I’ll take it back from him no matter the cost.”

*  *  *

The sky was filled with red, purple, and orange colors as the sun set in the distance. The silence of the night was broken only by the sound of an outboard motor slicing through the otherwise calm waters. Trinity and Phoenix calmly maneuvered the small boat through the waters. A whispered conversation was shared between them as they sat at opposite ends of the boat. Small two-way radios were concealed in their ears and they were testing the equipment to ensure that it worked. 

The boat finally touched down on the sandy shore of the main island and the duo quickly secured the boat to the dock. The last rays of light disappeared over the horizon as Phoenix led Trinity into the park. They were both dressed in what would be considered a classic spy look, head to toe black. Small, undetectable handguns were located under the arms and were concealed by the lightweight jackets they wore. The brother and sister team each had small knives stored in the inside of their boots. Phoenix and Trinity were well prepared and ready for anything.

Phoenix checked his watch as he led Trinity into the heart of the jungle. They only had ten minutes to get to the falls and get into position. It was only a few more minutes until the sound of rushing water broke through the night air. They had finally arrived at the clearing and Alec paused for a moment taking everything in. Nothing changed since the first night he was there with Dreamcatcher. He motioned Trinity over to some dense bushes that lined the clearing.

‘Stay here. Keep an eye out. I know you’ll have my back.’ Phoenix quickly flashed to Trinity with sign language. They had no idea where Dreamcatcher was and they didn’t want to risk making any unnecessary noise.

‘You can do this. I have faith in you tiger.’ Trinity quickly flashed back. 

Phoenix nodded his head and circled through the jungle away from her. He didn’t want to enter the clearing from her location because if Dreamcatcher was there it might give away her hiding spot. He walked about fifty feet away and then entered the clearing. The moonlight still gave the area an ethereal feel and it was almost if there was still some type of magic in the air.

He glanced at his watch and found it was eight o’clock sharp. Phoenix glanced around the clearing looking for any sign of his target. Adrenaline pulsed through his veins as his eyes scanned the area. He thought for sure that he would be nervous as hell, but an icy calm descended upon him and he was ready.

“Report Phoenix.” He heard Trinity’s quiet voice in his ear.

“All clear.” Phoenix replied just as quietly.

He walked a few more times around the clearing as frustration started to set in. Phoenix stopped by the water’s edge and glanced out towards the rushing falls. A cloud moved from its position from in front of the moon and allowed the moonlight to brighten and he could see movement behind the falling water.

“He’s in the alcove behind the falls. I’m going to have to go in.” He reported to Trinity.

“Get in there and get him to come out. I can’t watch your back through a wall of water. Do you understand?” Trinity’s voice echoed in his ear.

“Roger.” He simply replied.

Phoenix reached down and untied his boots and removed his socks. He took his knife from the boot and placed it in the back of his jeans just in case he needed it. He removed his jacket but left the gun and holster on. He took one last glance around the clearing and inconspicuously flashed ‘I love you’ in sign language to Trinity.

“Back at you.” Her voice sounded in his ear.

He took a breath and dove headfirst into the water. Phoenix gasped for a breath as he resurfaced through the water. The water’s temperature was much colder that night than it was the other night. As he got closer to the falls he could see that Dreamcatcher was in the water leaning against the rock ledge. Phoenix took one last huge breath and dove under the water. His prey was oblivious to his presence and that element of surprise would work in his favor.

Phoenix glanced up as he passed under the falls and could see the man’s body relaxing and floating in the water above him. He reached down and pulled his weapon from its holder. Phoenix kicked towards the surface and was prepared to stare down the mole of the Covenant.

As he broke through the water’s surface his gun was drawn and aimed right between the man’s eyes. Phoenix’s eyes locked with the eyes of his target and he felt his blood run cold. He quickly glanced around and saw that no one else was there with them. There were two large rocks sitting on the ledge and the body’s wrists were bound tightly to them keeping it afloat. 

“My God.” Phoenix muttered.

Glassy, lifeless eyes stared back at him and the corpse’s lips were an unnatural shade of blue. He quickly felt for a pulse and wasn’t surprised when there was nothing there. Phoenix tried to push down on the body’s legs but they wouldn’t bend. Rigor mortis had obviously set in which meant the body was most likely dead before it entered the water.

“Phoenix, report!” Trinity’s voice echoed in his ear.

“I’ve got a body here.” He replied with a sigh.

“Joshua is dead?” She incredulously asked.

“Not Joshua.” Phoenix replied. “It’s Paige.”



Trinity Ch. 05



“What the hell is going on here?” Phoenix asked Trinity as he stepped out of the water. “None of this makes sense. Why would Joshua eliminate Paige from the picture when she was on his side? What did he have to gain by doing that?”

“I’m not sure, Phoenix.” She used his codename hoping to get him to focus. As she looked at him a thought crossed her mind. “Maybe it’s not a question of what he would gain, but maybe who he thought he could gain.”

“You think he killed her to get to me?” Phoenix asked as his mind processed her statement. “I guess it’s a possibility we have to look at. It might be something else though. Maybe she double crossed him or something.”

Any further conversation was cut off as the team heard movement in the jungle. They drew their weapons and quickly stepped back into the cover of the jungle. Trinity and Phoenix were crouched down back to back to help cover each other. Their eyes scanned the dark jungle interior. Trinity’s eyes caught more movement off to their left.

“Movement at nine o’clock.” Trinity quietly whispered.

Phoenix turned and looked in that direction. He could see someone stepping into the clearing. He hoped that it wasn’t Joshua finally showing up. Even with everything that was going on, Phoenix still held onto hope that Joshua could explain everything that happened. The figure came into focus as the person walked into the center of the clearing. It was Backdraft. Trinity whistled a birdcall to let the woman know they would be entering the clearing. Backdraft turned to look at them as they entered the clearing.

“What’s going on?” Backdraft asked. “Where is Dreamcatcher?”

“No show.” Trinity said.

“Damn it. Things are going our way for shit tonight.” Backdraft exclaimed. “I wasn’t able to find Paige tonight. I searched the entire hotel complex at least twice and still had no luck. I asked around and no one has seen her since this afternoon.”

“They wouldn’t have seen her.” Phoenix quietly replied. Backdraft looked at him questioningly. “She’s dead. I found her body tied to some rocks behind the falls.”

“You’re kidding me, right?” She asked.

“I wish we were. The body is still in the water if you want to have a look.” Trinity replied.

“This isn’t good. Not good at all.” Backdraft said with a sigh. “Something must have happened to make Dreamcatcher eliminate his own partner.”

“What if he knows that we are on to him?” Phoenix asked. “If that’s the case then he would start tying up whatever he considered a loose end.”

“Awesome point, Phoenix.” Trinity gave her partner a huge smile. “He might have realized that the attempt on the President wouldn’t work. It would make sense to clean things up and close up shop.”

“If that’s the case then we don’t have any time to spare.” Phoenix added. “He might try to leave the island. We need to mobilize ASAP.”

“First, we need to take care of Paige’s body.” Trinity’s words brought them back to the severity of the situation. 

“I’ll take care of the body.” Backdraft finally said. “We were always seen together so it would make more sense for me to report it. I’ll tell them that Paige demanded that I meet her here. I’ll go in and untie the body and bring it over to the water’s edge. If either of you were here, then it would make things look even more suspicious than it already is.”

“Are you sure?” Trinity asked her. As Backdraft nodded her head, Trinity continued. “Phoenix and I will search for Dreamcatcher then. Time is running out and the sooner we find him the better. We can’t let him escape.”

“Agreed.” Phoenix and Backdraft replied in unison.

Backdraft headed cautiously into the water and Trinity and Phoenix headed back into the jungle. They kept their eyes open as they made their way through the darkness. Trinity reached over and squeezed Phoenix’s shoulders trying to reassure him.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” She asked.

“I’m just so confused.” Phoenix replied. “I know that he’s evil and a killer, but I still can’t help feeling that there’s more than what we are seeing. Just wishful thinking I guess. After seeing that body I have to push that type of thinking aside. We need to get things taken care of and I can’t be distracted.”

“It’s only natural to think that way, so don’t beat yourself up about it. I know that you have my back and you’ll do whatever is necessary.” Trinity softly said to him. “You’re only human. It’s ok to have those feelings, just try to make sure they don’t affect your judgment.”

“Thanks.” Phoenix replied softly.

The pair walked the rest of the way through the jungle in silence. The short walk seemed to take longer on the way back after everything that had happened at the falls. The pair was still in a bit of shock to find Paige’s body there. They had expected the possibility that there might be a killing that night, but neither of them had expected the bad guys to start taking out each other. Trinity and Phoenix finally emerged onto one of the park’s lighted pathways.

“How do you want to do this search?” Phoenix asked as he pulled a park map from one of his pants pockets. Luckily his pants pockets zippered shut and were waterproof; otherwise the map would have been ruined. 

“There is no guarantee that he’s on this island.” Trinity replied. “He knows about us, so it’s possible that he could be on the other island.”

“You take the park and I’ll head back over to the other island. You move faster than I do…sometimes,” Phoenix paused and grinned at his partner. “You’ll be able to cover more ground here.”

“You have your cell phone on you?” Trinity asked.

“Of course I do.” He replied.

“We’ll check in with each other every hour or as soon as we find something. Clear?” She asked.

Phoenix nodded his head and started to make his way back to the docks. He wanted to take the other island because it seemed more likely that Dreamcatcher would be there. He had a lot of questions that needed to be answered, and he wanted the opportunity to get to him first. 

Phoenix untied the boat and quickly hopped on. He maneuvered the craft through the water, which had become a bit choppy. Phoenix looked towards the sky to find their star, but a thick wall of dark clouds began to roll in, blocking out all of the stars and the moon. The night darkened considerably and made the situation feel even more sinister.

Phoenix reached the other dock and secured the boat. He headed back towards their place to check that out first. If there were going to be any type of ambush, then it was likely to happen there. He reached their place and quickly searched it from top to bottom. Phoenix was frustrated when nothing was found. He had been sure that there would be something waiting for him.

He grabbed some extra ammo and a fully charged cell phone battery. Phoenix didn’t know how long this search would take and he didn’t want to have the cell phone die out. Trinity would have his ass for letting something that stupid happen. 

It took nearly two hours to check out the rest of the island, and from their hourly phone calls, Trinity wasn’t having any luck either. A downpour of rain had started over an hour ago, and his clothes stuck to him like a second skin. He decided to head back and change clothes before making a sweep through the storage facilities. It had been difficult going through the employees’ lodging because so many of them were staying inside tonight due to the weather.

Phoenix entered their living room and shook some of the water off of his body. As he started towards the hallway he noticed that the kitchen light was on. He knew that light had been off when he was there earlier. He drew his weapon and slowly approached the room. Every muscle in his body tightened in anticipation as adrenaline rushed through him. 

Phoenix stepped into the small kitchen and his eyes quickly scanned the area. There was nothing out of the ordinary in there. He took another step into the kitchen to ensure it was empty when he felt a blinding pain shoot through his head as something hit the back of his neck. Phoenix barely had time to turn around as another strike hit the side of his head. He felt the room pitch and sway as he fell towards the floor. 

Unconsciousness was threatening to overtake him and Phoenix fought as hard as he could to stay awake. He looked up towards the doorway to face his attacker, but he was only able to make out a large shape standing over him. There was no light in the hallway and the figure stayed partially hidden in the shadows. Phoenix still had his gun and aimed as best as he could. His vision was beginning to blur from the hit he had taken to the head. Just as he tried to fire a round, he felt a stabbing pain in his leg and realized that something was just injected into his body.

Phoenix desperately reached for his cell phone as he felt the drug rush through his system. He had been able to flip the phone open, but as he tried to hit the speed dial the phone was ripped from his grasp. Sleep began to overtake his body and he was barely able to keep his eyes open. Just before his world went black his attacker stepped into the kitchen and Phoenix’s unfocused eyes were barely able to make Joshua out. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The drug had taken effect and Phoenix’s eyes closed as a dreamless sleep overtook him.

*  *  *

Trinity snapped her cell phone closed in irritation. She had tried to contact Phoenix three times in the last twenty minutes, but he wasn’t answering his phone. Her gut twisted as fear and stress wracked her body. It was not like him to not answer his phone or contact her if something was up. That left only one option; something had to have happened to him.

She raced down the park’s paths towards the docks. Trinity tried to keep her anger at a manageable level, but it was nearly impossible to do that. God help anyone that would try to hurt her brother. If anything had happened to Alec the people responsible would pay for it with their lives. If she let them even have such an easy way out. Ideas of torture and pain filtered through her head as she raced towards the boats.

As Trinity approached the docks she saw a figure walking towards the boats. She yanked her gun from its holster and was prepared to take action. As she ran down the dock the person turned to see who was coming. She put her gun back into place when she saw that it was Backdraft.

“What are you doing here?” Trinity demanded.

“After I got done with the security team and they took the body, I rushed back to the hotel to see if Joshua was there.” Backdraft explained. “The concierge had overheard Joshua saying that he was going over to the employee island to take care of some business. I rushed over here as quickly as I could because I knew Phoenix was over there. We have to warn him.”

“We’re too late.” Trinity quietly said as she hopped into the boat. She put a hand out and helped Backdraft down.

“What the fuck do you mean?” Backdraft exclaimed.

“We were in phone contact every hour. He should have checked in thirty minutes ago.” Trinity turned to start the motor. “Phoenix never checked in and I’ve tried calling him three times, but there was no answer. What the hell is wrong with this thing?”

No matter how hard she pulled, the motor just would not kick over. She kicked the motor a few times trying to release some of her frustrations. Trinity grabbed the lever and gave it a few more forceful tugs, but the motor still wouldn’t start. Backdraft stepped up and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Let me take a look at it.” She said trying to ease Trinity’s nerves.

Backdraft examined the motor for a few minutes. While she was working on that, Trinity pulled out her cell phone and tried contacting Alec again. She wasn’t surprised when the ringing in her ear didn’t stop. As she disconnected the line she heard Backdraft let out a satisfied noise.

“I found out what the problem was.” Backdraft turned slightly to face Trinity. She was holding a small cord that was attached to the motor. “It looks like this somehow got disconnected.” Backdraft leaned back down over the motor and a moment later it roared to life.

Trinity gave a brief smile to the woman and turned around to face the other island. Her brother was somewhere on that island and he was in trouble. She couldn’t help that nagging feeling in the back of her brain that she was forgetting something. Trinity searched her brain for a few moments and finally something Backdraft said earlier that day clicked in her head. She spun around and looked at Backdraft.

“What’s wrong?” She questioned.

“Didn’t you say that Dreamcatcher was an explosives expert?” She couldn’t help the slight tremor in her voice as she asked.

Backdraft nodded her head in answer. The two women’s gazes locked for a moment before they both looked at the boat’s motor. Almost as if it was answering their question the motor exploded with a deafening roar that threw the two women into the air. The night sky had been briefly illuminated from the fireball the explosion caused. The pair hit hard against the water’s surface. 

It took a few moments for Trinity to get her bearings before she launched her body to the surface. She gasped for air as she finally broke through the surface filling her lungs with some much needed oxygen. Trinity searched the water frantically looking for Backdraft.

“Trinity!” She heard a voice call out.

She quickly turned around in the water to see Sabrina floating nearby. Trinity quickly swam over to the other woman. 

“Are you ok?” She asked.

“My arm is definitely broken and I think I may have a few cracked ribs.” Backdraft said with a wince. “What about you?”

“Just some minor cuts and bruises.” She replied after a quick assessment of herself. “It seems that my luck worked for once tonight. Can you swim?”

Backdraft nodded her head and the two began a slow stroke towards the island. Trinity kept an eye on Backdraft since she was swimming with only one good arm. At least the explosion had thrown them towards their destination instead of back towards the main island. 

“Dreamcatcher is definitely going to be getting the ass whooping of the century.” Trinity’s anger had returned with a vengeance. “I’m going to enjoy ripping every one of his body parts off. I might even feed him a couple.”

They swam the last couple hundred feet in silence. The women were conserving as much energy as possible for the fight they knew was coming. Trinity reached the shore first and helped Backdraft out of the water. There was a jeep sitting a few feet from the docks and Trinity rushed towards it.

“I don’t have the keys for…” Backdraft’s voice trailed off as she watched Trinity smash the driver’s side window and unlock the doors. She quickly walked around to the passenger side and hopped in. Trinity was working on hotwiring the jeep. “I’m sorry. My brain is obviously not functioning at the moment.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Trinity replied as she gunned the engine. “We’ve found out in less than twenty-four hours that our ‘boss’ killed the woman posing as his wife; he is a mole assassin that is now holding my partner captive; and he tried to kill us by blowing up our boat. I can see why your brain would be fried by now.”

Trinity raced the jeep down the narrow roads towards the employee lodging. She figured they would check out their place first and go from there. She also wanted to stop there to pick up some more gear and ammo. The jeep roared down the quiet roads and squealed to a stop as Trinity pulled up at their destination.

Trinity was out of the jeep almost before it came to a complete stop. She charged up to the front door and again pulled her gun from its holster. She paused as she saw that the front door wasn’t closed all the way. Her blood ran ice cold as she used the muzzle of her gun to slowly push the door open. Backdraft was standing slightly behind her and was holding her weapon in her good hand.

Trinity’s eyes searched everywhere at once as she stepped into the living room for any sign of Phoenix. There were no clues to be found in the living room. She headed towards the hall and flipped on the light. Trinity started to head towards the bedrooms when she noticed something lying on the floor in the kitchen doorway. She bent down and examined the object. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw what it was. 

A long iron crowbar was lying on the floor and one end of it was covered in what was obviously blood. Backdraft reached past her and flipped on the kitchen light. As light flooded the room it was obvious there was a struggle. Trinity walked towards the table and saw that something was scratched into the tabletop. Based on the scratches and the red smudges, she knew that the crowbar was used to etch the message into the wood.

“The Phoenix has fallen. Alec will sleep with the fishes tonight.”

“NO!” Trinity yelled as she slammed her fist into the table.

“What do you think the message means?” Backdraft asked.

Trinity looked at the message and the words played over and over in her head. It only took a few moments for her to figure it out. She did pause though because it was too simple. That could only mean one thing; it was a trap. 

“He took Alec to the underwater tunnel.” She quietly replied.

Sabrina looked at her with a raised eyebrow. Vanessa knew that she was surprised to hear her refer to Alec by his name and not by his codename. One of the first rules that were drilled into them was that secrecy was all-important and that codenames were to be used as much as possible.

“This isn’t about the mission anymore.” Vanessa’s voice was as hard as rock and as sharp as a knife. “It’s personal now.”

*  *  *

Vanessa raced down the stairs that led to the underwater attraction. Alec had to be safe. He was strong, and she knew that he would hang on as long as he had to. They had overcome so many things together, and there was no way she was going to lose him now. As they got to the bottom of the steps they saw that the security doors were closed. Vanessa raced over to the keypad and quickly punched in the security code to open the doors.

“How did you know the code?” Sabrina asked.

“I kept a close eye on Joshua when he keyed it in.” Vanessa quickly replied. “Everyone was intent on ignoring me so I made it a point to be close enough to see his code. Let’s go.”

The women raced through the tunnel as fast as they could. Construction was completed the other day, but there was still equipment lying about. The soft lights that were on in the tunnel gave just enough illumination for the pair to maneuver through the mess. They were a couple hundred feet into the tunnel and there was still no sign of Alec. Vanessa began to worry that maybe her instincts were off.

As they walked around a huge stack of boxes they found out that she was correct. Alec was lying on the floor against the tunnel wall. His hands were tied behind his back, and his ankles were bound together as well. She could tell that he had been drugged because he looked pretty out of it. Joshua was bent over Alec and had his hands on his shoulders. Vanessa reacted as quickly as she could.

“Get your hands off of him, asshole!” She yelled as she charged towards them.

Joshua spun around at the sound of her voice; his face was covered in shock, and he reflexively drew his gun. Joshua had paused long enough though to allow Vanessa to get closer to him. As Joshua raised the gun up in front of him, Vanessa leapt into the air and kicked out with her foot, connecting directly with his wrist and effectively knocking the gun out of his hand. The gun clattered to the ground with such a force that it slid down further into the darkened tunnel.

“Wait…” Joshua began to say, but Vanessa didn’t allow him the opportunity to continue.

She swung fast and hard with her right arm and her fist connected soundly with Joshua’s jaw. His head snapped from the impact and he stumbled a few steps back. Vanessa took a defensive stance to catch her breath. She watched as he felt his jaw and straightened himself. She heard Alec groan and her head quickly glanced in his direction. He was fully conscious and Sabrina was rushing over to him.




Trinity Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Paul

"And this Jack, joke, poor potsherd, patch, matchwood, immortal diamond, 

Is immortal diamond..."

That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire, and of the Comfort of the Resurrection: Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889).
"You say you're leavin' - you'd better be sure.
These hard times will drive you from door to door..." 
Chris Thomas King

NOTE: The darker impact of this chapter only becomes clear when read in conjunction with chapter 4. CAVEAT LECTOR! If any of you thought that last one was 'strange and twisted'  then stay away from this one!

*

Amen, amen I say unto you, O my brothers and sisters, I took the plunge - but did not check the depth.

The first few days following that terrifying, supercharged weekend were pretty grim. I just couldn't sleep. I was perpetually canned. I could scarcely lie beside her at first. No, she didn't 'revolt' me - on the contrary, she was more luscious and magnetic than ever. But that was the problem. I was terrified, terrified of this 'Great Secret' she now shared with 'him', that she'd always be comparing me, evaluating me. I'd even less idea than before of what was going on behind those cool, crystal eyes. The tables had turned - she'd become lethal. She'd a psychosexual switchblade now, and wasn't afraid to use it. 

I didn't know what to do. Then it was her of all people who suggested I ring up a student of mine I'd always fancied. Her name was Maria. Ela told me I could go ahead and fuck her if it would make me feel better - sex therapy, OK?. Then we'd be even, right?

This kid was really lovely and yes, I fancied her, and yes, I knew she liked me - we'd always really got on. But I wasn't even thinking of getting laid when I took Ela's hint and actually rang her up. I just wanted to talk.

She seemed delighted to hear from me.

"Hi there, I was sort of expecting a call from you sooner or later." A warm, deep contralto voice - seductive in a way I'd never heard her use before. But then you can't get away with that kind of thing in class, can you?

"Er...ah...you were?" I was taken aback - a bit blithery. 

"Sure. What's up?"

"Er... look here...er... long time no see, right?  Erm...ah...too long in fact. Er...I say...would you like to...er... come out with me for a drink?" Holy fuck! That was supposed to be a cool first-liner? 

Slight pause.

"Yes, I'd like that very much." Yea, but then the Lord oft smileth upon the righteous.

So I told Ela I was going out on a 'date' with Maria. She froze, then asked me what the two of us were going to do. I couldn't resist taunting her, turning her own phrases against her, like 'just see how it goes', 'let things take their course' and so on. I was a bit of a bastard, but I was looking for a way out of hell. I left the building, head firmly fixed to the left, not wanting to catch even an accidental glimpse of... that place.

We met up at the bar next to the strip club where I'd been before with Ela and... and... and 'him'. She looked really gorgeous, the antithesis of Ela in some ways, raven-haired, very pale skin, delicately-boned, smoothly-proportioned face, black lipstick (which I'd never seen her use before) and black mascara that emphasized her large, hypnotic, almond-shaped brown eyes - just that hint of the exotic slant which Ela's had. They were similar in other ways too - tall, leggy, wide hips, cute buttocks (which I'd carefully noted the previous summer). She wore all black of course - this long, black woolen coat open at the front, her long, luscious, wavy black hair spilling over her shoulders and tumbling forwards. Black sweater, long black skirt, black boots underneath. A wide, tightly-bound, silver gorget around her neck, a silver ring glittering in one nostril - and several more along each of her ears. 

The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I was trying to work out what happens when you press black buttons on a black background and watch black lights light up. What follows is the anatomy of a seduction.

The first round. It didn't take me very long to open up. I told her Ela and I were having real bad problems. She'd had a fling, I said, and I'd been badly hurt.

"Oh no!"  she said, very operatic and tragic, true to style, looking away for a moment. Then she put her hand on mine and squeezed it, looking back at me.

"Any chance of patching things up?"

"I dunno, not yet anyhow, not at the moment."

Her hand started caressing mine. It felt warm, relaxing, soothing. This excitement took hold of me, starting at the groin and spreading outwards. She was gazing at me intently with those deep, brown eyes. Dammit! I just wanted to break down and weep. But no,  not here.

"Look, this isn't the place to talk about these kinda things," she said. "Wanna come back to my place? We can talk some more. Tell me all about it. And I've something nice to drink if you you want some more."

So who seduced who in the end? You work it out. If she seduced me, I was a very, very willing victim. The Lord, when He does act, acts in mysterious ways. I'd become the lowest form of animal life, I'd got to the bottom of the barrel, then suddenly this... this terrific beauty drops right into my lap.

She shared this large flat in a large, old-style Colonial house. When I entered her room I was amazed. There was this king-sized futon laid on the floor, covered in purple, in the middle of the room next to one wall. Above it there hung this great black pentacle thing - pointing downwards. Two large orange candles on foot-high silver stands were burning on either side of the bed. Shadows flickered on the walls and there was this really intense, pungent smell of incense - jasmine, I think it was.  She liked Southern Comfort neat, and poured us both a nice, healthy shot. 

"Wow!" I said. "The Lord's in His Holy Temple all right."

She gave me a sidelong glance.

"Depends which Lord." A slight twist of a smile.

But to tell the truth, we didn't waste much time. We took a sip of the old SC, then she threw off her coat and turned to face me. Her eyes seemed to glow with some sort of orange fire. It was the lighting - she'd a great sense of the SFX.  I tossed my jacket away and advanced towards her. We took hold of each other and began kissing fiercely - yes, just like that, yes, my tongue finally got to penetrate those luscious lips I'd drooled over in class and get its first taste of her. Her tongue was like a constrictor, twisting around mine then moving about, exploring the interior of my mouth and pushing down towards my throat. I ran my hands through her hair, feeling the dome of her head, the curve of her neck. Her pheromones hit me. With the incense, her breath and all, I felt I was going to just melt. Then she suddenly disengaged and looked away from me.

"Oh shit! What's Ela going to feel like?"

O my brothers and sisters, what do you say to this kind of question? I mean, there's simply no set response you can dig up, is there?  I got blithery again.

"Well...ah... I...I don't know honestly if she gives a damn." Then more confidently: "Er... she didn't seem to care much when I told her I was going out with you tonight."

She slowly spun her head around, tossing her hair back, then looked at me again, another half-smile on her lips. She came towards me, tilting her head up, eyes closed, lips apart and kissed me again, hungrily, like before. I reached under her sweater and T-shirt and ran my hands up and down her back. Warm, slender, rippling, with firm, flexing shoulder blades. I undid her bra strap and moved my hands around, pulling it off. Her breasts were smaller than Ela's, very firm and prominent. The nipples were hard.  She seemed slightly, ever so slightly, androgynous. For me, androgynes are an erotic catastrophe - in the best sense. No problem - I just fall.

I began pulling off her sweater, T-shirt and bra. She was moaning dramatically all the time.

"Oh no, Paul, we can't. Please! Think of what we're doing to Ela. Please Paul, No!"

Trouble was, even as she was saying this her hand was also on my crotch, working away very, very skillfully. I felt I had some kind of ruddy great balloon down there. It bloody well hurt.

Even as I drew off the upper stuff, she'd already unfastened the skirt. It fell around her boots.  She stepped out of it. Tiny black panties - almost a G-string really. Then in an instant she'd peeled and kicked off the boots, pulled down and stepped out of the panties. She obviously didn't want to waste time - as if she wanted me to fuck her before she changed her mind. I didn't so much 'peel off' my clothes as tore them off in a single movement, buttons flying. We were both naked, totally open and exposed to each other. Our sweat and pheromones, released from confinement, exploded into the air at once and this  really racy, hot, intimate, carnal odor suffused the room. My cock went 'sproing', quivering to attention like a Marine. A long, pale, slender body confronted mine, with wide, delicate hips, cheeky, stabbing little tits, very red nipples and a dense black bush, yea verily, like unto the Cedars of Lebanon. Her clit stood out like a tiny cockette and her slender legs tapered down to long, delicious, strongly boned bare feet. Aha! - like Ela's - no toenail polish or paint. Coal-black waves of hair cascaded over her back and shoulders, flowing down and over her tits. There was a tattoo on her upper left thigh - a blue and red snake curling its way up towards her vagina, tongue flicking. My cock was so stiff it ached. Can cocks burst?

She spun around and I caught a brief glimpse of this other tattoo - a pentacle at the base of her spine. It was black and red, pointing downwards (like the one on the wall) towards the division of two small, firm buttocks - right down towards her asshole. Come on, just how deliciously obscene can you get? She unclicked and threw off the gorget, then stepped onto the bed and lay down in the middle of it in a single, flowing movement. I was on top of her in a flash.

What with the underlying tension and all, our first fuck was fast and furious - a consummation really, a matter of me shooting my load into her as quickly as possible so there'd be no turning back - so that it would be a fait accompli. I was drunk - not on booze, no way - on this pungent wave of pheromones that hit me as soon as our bodies came into contact. I was into her at once, clutching her buttocks and thrusting full tilt, deep as I could, both of us gasping into each other's mouths. She'd a tight grip and I felt my orgasm approach - a huge swelling thing that just got bigger and bigger. I took care to look directly into her eyes as the detonation hit, grunting and shouting her name. She was desperately holding her breath now, eyes wide open. Maria! Maria! Maria! Then I burst. It felt like the entire contents of my stomach flowed into hers. Weird! Her thighs were gripping me fiercely, almost crushing me, then she suddenly released them with an explosive, gasping breath. I felt her bare feet run down my legs. Our mouths met and we sucked away at each other hungrily as our bodies oscillated gently round and round. Consummation complete.

"God! You're a noisy one," she laughed as we lay there. My cock was still deep inside her vagina and I could still feel its rhythmic, sucking action.

"Did you come?" I asked after a decent interval.

"Fuck you! Of course I did. I just do it quietly - the neighbors, you know. I don't want them writing novels about my sex life - there's no library big enough to hold 'em.  Why? Does Ela yell?"

I didn't want these questions.

"Well, yes, quite a bit actually."

"Well don't worry. Just 'cos I don't kick about all over the place yelling doesn't mean I don't have fucking good ones. If I'm not coming for any reason, you bet you'll fucking well be the first to know."

The second time was slow and steady. It was preceded by a full licking from me, delicious top to delicious toe, forehead, eyes, nose (lightly tonguing the nose ring and nostrils), mouth, ears (including rings), neck, breastbone, tits (lingering over those scarlet nipples) down to belly button and thence to vagina.  There was a thin line of black hairs running from her belly-button down, gradually getting thicker as they ran into her black, pubic bush. My tongue then followed the curve of the blue-red snake up to those pink lips of her vagina, still dripping and sticky with my first load. Her clit stuck out, stiff and hard.  I spent some time on it, sucking on it, savoring the taste. It was almost like doing a blowjob on a guy. She was gasping all the time - then suddenly came. I swear she ejaculated. Whatever it was, I didn't miss a drop. Then I buried my face in her dense bush, flicking my tongue between her labia and as deep as I could into her vagina, inhaling every whiff of our mixed carnality. As the finale to Act I,  I did both legs, working from inner thighs to those luscious, richly-structured bare feet with their flowing tendons and bones. You know me by now, O my brothers and sisters. They got extra-loving attention. She giggled.

"You into feet, then?"

"Er... yes... sort of...er...quite a bit, actually."

"OK. Fine with me. You'll gettem all right."

Act II. She lay on her stomach while I worked my way over those cute buttocks, probing the cleft, stabbing between them with my tongue, right through to inner base, then all the way up her back, beginning with the tattoo, through her shoulder blades to my point of origin - her neck, with its softly tapering tufts of hair. Little squeals of delight all the time. Good, good. Amen I say unto you, where such fragrant ones are concerned, the tongue is oft mightier than the dick. She raised herself on her knees. She got a little more delicate fingerwork on the clit, a smooth rear entry, then I did the accordion thingy, playing both nipples with one hand and her clit like a flute with the other while our bodies engaged in a flowing steady rhythm: back-forth, back-forth, back-forth - easy does it now - then gradually quickened, faster, faster, FASTER! leading to AAAAAH! OH GOD! mutual blast-off and meltdown. We went stiff as a board for a moment, then groaned and tumbled forwards in a tangled heap. I'd forgotten everything. I focussed only on her and her alone. There was just the both of us stuck together like two dogs in a tie, one animal, me glued to her back and buttocks, two heads, hair flowing together, four bare feet entangled.  I'd drowned my sorrows, not in booze, hallelujah, but in the flesh of the ... er... Dark Angel. Yes, that's it.

 "You're my Dark Angel," I said, when we'd somehow finally managed to unplug.

She was lying on her back now. She stretched her arms out and grinned, twisting her long, slender body lasciviously. 

"Yeah, right. And you're Vlad...er... you know...the Impaler."

About a couple of hour's sleep that night, just before dawn. We woke up, did a deliciously torrid, sweaty, clutchy, twisty, juicy, squelchy repeater, then had a very light, spartan breakfast - you know - cereal, juice (the fruity kind this time), sizzling bacon, eggs, kidneys, black pudding, sausages, baked beans, hash browns, toast, jam, a tank of coffee, several shots of Comfort and a couple of smokes each. Well? It had been a night of no small energy expenditure, O my brothers and sisters. I showered and left about 10.

"I kinda sensed some terrific new guy was going to come crashing into my life," she said as we gave each other a long, lingering, slobbery, very sticky, see-you-later kiss. 

 The next few days were spent in that intoxicated, ecstatic, stupefied state that is a result, not of booze or dope, but of something far, far better - first-time sex with a new lover. You know what I mean. The world seems brilliant, transfigured, and everyone and everything, no matter how banal or stupid, seems so bloody loveable and pregnant with meaning. You feel merged with the world.

When I got home that morning I felt well and truly fortified against Ela's hidden, psychosexual switchblade. But oh no I wasn't - not yet. That very day, for all my imagined strength, she managed to twist it in again - and real deep too. I had to dash back to the Angel for reinforcement. I got it, of course, plus newly copied keys to the house - and her room.

Ela was furious that I'd gone back for more, but what could I do? That blasted 'reserve' of hers. After all that had happened, rather than relaxing it with me, she'd turned it into a deadly weapon. Oh yes, yes, how right she was. How right it was she shouldn't be 'pressured' against her will to reveal something that had happened between 'him' and her. That was her goddamn right, wasn't it, as she kept insisting.  Her 'right' to her own privacy, to her own life. Fine then, you bitch. Keep your bloody secrets. She scared the excrement out of me now.  She now 'demanded' sex as a 'matrimonial right' - not as before - an expression of our mutual passion. But I was too bloody scared to do it. She had this card up her sleeve now, didn't she? She had 'The Raptor' as she now called him, giggling away. If I didn't 'perform' to her satisfaction - she'd hit me with you-know-what - the Big W - or something worse for all I knew.  

"I so much want you to be mine again," I'd pleaded, "just as before."

But even then she just couldn't resist driving the switchblade in again, eyes off into the middle distance. 

"That's just it. I was 'yours' - once," she said sadly. "But not now, not anymore. And it was you who 'gave me away', remember?"

My only defense against this vicious, self-righteous load of bollocks was the Angel. That's why I kept going back to her for more - in case you were wondering. Can you blame me, O my brothers and sisters? I was riding some fucking (sorry, fornicating) emotional yo-yo and I felt the string was going to break. 

The yo-yo business was interrupted by the news that I'd got a short-term research grant to UCLA and Stanford. Starting now. Praise the Holy Name of Jesus!  A break! I took off like a shot.

What follows is a bit of  'comic relief' - if you can stand it. Sorry, but I bloody well needed it, let me tell you.

I took the Greyhound, anxious to get a good look at the 'Great American Road Culture'. I got it all right. The whole thing was hilarious. As it turned out, it wasn't Jesus I should have praised, but the Angel Moroni.

As we moved across country the yo-yo thing took hold of me again. I'd come on the trip well stocked - that is, my coffee flask contained 'weak tea', don't you know? I was so delirious about the Angel - er...the Dark one, that is. Then I began swinging about. Ela? Maria? Ela? Maria? Golden Angel or Dark? My stomach stopped churning when the 'weak tea' plus the fantastic, shifting, unfamiliar landscapes persuaded me that I loved them all. Yes, the Raptor too, believe it or not. Yes, that was it: the solution was to get this really hot foursome on together and fuck each other to the seventh heaven. Then we'd all melt into one great four-headed, eight-legged body and all would be pardoned, all forgiven. This is what I call 'redemption mode' - the 'Body of Christ' thingy.  If I got really depressed about the whole thing I'd enter 'martyr mode' - let them wound me, hurt me to the core of my being, but yea, by accepting their gift of pain, by forgiving them and drawing them unto myself - thereby shall I be glorified!

 'Fucked up' just doesn't adequately describe my state of mind.

I was heavily into 'redemption mode' as we pulled into Salt Lake City, where I decided to take a stopover. I'd always wanted to take a good look at the organ in the Temple. Ela and I had always liked organ music (OK! Alright! Don't even say it!). I sobered up and boldly pushed my way into the Temple, telling all in my best House of Lords twang that I was a sinner seeking salvation. As it happened, I'd picked up a Dip. Theol. from the Sorbonne along the pathway of life and yea verily, I knew Scripture alright - the Book of Mormon included. All I wanted was a go on the organ (remember - the MUSIC thingy). I presented my credentials - told them who I was, where I was going and why, and they agreed to let me have a go on it on one condition - that I should be 'received' into the glorious company of the saved upon my return. So what did I say? Why, yea verily I said, yea, verily. The thing had a console like a Concord cockpit and I had terrific, very noisy fun. The whole Toccata and Fugue in D Minor - real heavy, full blast. That nearly brought on the Rapture all right. San Francisco had a narrow escape too. That damned  64-footer almost brought on The Big One.




Trinity Ch. 05



Then we somehow picked up a couple of drifters out of Salt Lake City. They needed no salvation. They were already in the seventh heaven all right - the old boozeroo, doperoo and all that. They'd behaved themselves in Utah - fear of being lynched no doubt, but when we crossed the state border into Nevada, all hell broke loose. We finally pulled over into this place called Wendover. Everyone thankfully tumbled out for a piss and a run on the stakes. I promptly lost my allotted gambling allowance and strolled back to the park ready for a quiet snooze in the bus. 

There was no bus. 

The two drifters were sitting in the middle of the road, weeping, gnashing their teeth, rending their garments and all the rest of the biblical stuff. The driver had had enough of them and just taken off to Vegas. To hell with the rest of us.

So there I was, in the middle of this fuck... fornicating desert, no ID, no luggage, and like Mr. Bean - no clue, no brains, no nothing. I wandered back to the casino. There I saw this sheriff glowering about, wide brimmed hat, piggy eyes, red face (not to mention the neck), belly the size of a minor planet and slung about like a gunshop. I wasn't quite sure how to deal with this one. The English Bob thing might work, I thought. It had before - so let's try it.

 I still don't know to this day who wrote the script for what followed.

"Er... I say, look here, old chap." The piggy eyes tried to bore their way into me. Oops - too much 'Old Git'. Never mind, be consistent, go for it. You never know. 

"I appear to find myself in this rather difficult situation sir, eh what?" I said, sticking to Old Git. "That damn scallywag bus driver fellow has just driven off with my passport, luggage and everything. What the deuce do I do sir, what do I do? Look here old sock, can you be of assistance?"

His eyes widened.

"Hot diggety dog!" Aye indeed, O my brothers and sisters. - he actually said this. "Let's  gettem!"

So we went tearing off in this squad car, lights flashing, sirens blasting. We must've got to 140 plus in about five seconds. He opened the window, drew his revolver and began firing into the air.

"Yee-hah!". Bang.

"I say old fellow, I'm ever so grateful, what a decent old stick you are sir, a real punkah-wallah, what?"

"Yee-hah!". Bang, bang.

"Top hole old chap, top hole."

"Yee-hah!" Bang-bang-bang.

The rear lights of the bus were now visible on the distant horizon. As we steadily drew near it, he holstered the sidearm and pulled out a shotgun from the rack behind. We swerved violently past the bus and cut in front of it, brakes screeching all round. As we did so he spun and cocked the shotgun with one hand like Schwarzenegger, then fired both barrels into the air with a final  "Yee-hah!"

The bus swerved in turn and crashed into a ditch. The sheriff ditched the shotgun too, burst the door open and got out. He marched towards the bus, grimly determined, swaying from side to side with hands hovering over his sidearms, High Noon style. I toddled along behind at a safe distance, hands clasped, ever so 'umble now, nice and polite-like.  The bus lay canted to one side, steam pouring out of the engine. Thirty pale ovals stared out of the windows, sixty black holes wide open in sheer terror. How in hell was I going to explain this one? We drew near.

It was the wrong bus.

I caught up with the old one at Vegas and sorted everything out. But it was there at Vegas that the dormant volcano erupted again. As bright, glittering streams of light, blue, white, yellow and red, began hitting me from the black mass of the desert, the pain and horror of what had happened began crawling up from my belly and balls. It had only been six weeks ago or so. Yesterday. That almost regretful, appealing look in her eyes after he'd just fucked her that first time. Her sweating face, that new whiff of something deeply carnal, promiscuous and corrupt - succulent and frightening. And that terrifying, adulterous, forever-secret, collusive night of fornication afterwards - in that crimson room - on the...on the w....I couldn't even think of it, let alone pronounce the word. Idiot as I am, ever hungry for more pain, I made a stopover.

You know the movie with Cage and Shue? Well, I almost got there - where Cage got to, I mean. Shue's terrific in that movie, - she looks so goddamn much like her and of course 'Ela' is short for...Elisabeth. Yes, Ela's eyes were everywhere in that dense, flashing matrix, looking at me through the eyes of all the hookers - especially the leggy, blonde ones - evaluating, beckoning, tongue between lips, chin tilting. 'Mmmmm' - give it to me. Yes, she was everywhere here all right. I may have been here physically - in the here and now - but she'd already beat me to it, she'd got here first, and was now far, far more closely bonded with this alien city than I could ever be. Her creamy body already lay spread out deep, deep within it - far beyond my reach. She was the power beneath the streets now, and behind the girls. She knew all their secrets. 'His' cum flowed through them all, didn't it? And she'd been the best he'd ever had, right?

I don't know how I survived the bloody place, but unlike Cage's Ben, I somehow made it. I finally got to LA, my body in one piece (I won't say 'intact') - though not my sanity.

The Pacific was worse, if possible. It was the 'Love Beach' thing and all that that did it. YES, I know the album's a ghastly pile of crap, YES, I know it's Nassau - but you know what couples in love are like. That blasted ELP thing  had been one of 'our tunes' in 'ze old country' - 'our' music to fuck to.  'Around the maze of pleasure to the gates of pain', 'you're drivin' me insane', 'eyes so bright', 'long hot night' and all that damned, copulating excrement. Yea verily! The pain in my spine and balls would have killed me, but then the DA had entrusted the care of my soul to that ol' southern worm hadn't she? So I kept going by teaching the pain to swim. 

I'd a mate in Anaheim. And guess what? He'd married one of Ela's friends. And guess what more? They were going through 'a kinda rough patch right now'. He helped me stay in the upper atmosphere for most of the time when I wasn't actually working. Mesc, hash, weed, acid, the mushrooms, you name it, we dropped it. We went to this big rock 'trade-fair' thingy. Eno and Mitchell were there. Fretless bass was cool at the time - both Ela's and the DA's favorite sound.

I managed to complete the research project however - work cocoons pain, you know. Then my mate got me invited to this Universal Studio party - T-shirt and all. I won't tell you who was there. A few big names. I got in a decent bit of drunken, sweaty fornication with this starlet. But then the whole thing hit me again  - the sheer blur of illusion and reality, Ela's loneliness, my own silly, pointless infidelity so far away.  And there she was at home - waiting for me, wanting to be faithful and loving again as before. She'd been under my fucking (sorry!) skin for over four years. She was deep inside me. So many million of her molecules were part of my flesh. I just couldn't stand it anymore. I rang her.

She sounded a bit breathless on the phone, and rather guarded at first. She was probably worrying about me, about what I was up to, right? Perhaps she'd even thinking about me at that very moment. I poured my heart out, miserably, shamelessly, you know, like, baring the soul and all that feces. Minus the starlet, of course. I could still smell her on me. Sorry. Like I said - no names.  She's not 'Real Big' these days, - just Big Enough.

"So get your ass back here then," Ela said curtly.

But I couldn't, not right away. I somehow put it off, making a brief trip to San Diego and La Jolla, remembering the revenge we'd both got on a shark in one of the restaurants - yes, about a year ago now. I didn't do the Tijuana thing again though, I just couldn't bear it without her. Then when I got back to Anaheim prior to setting off, I found my mate had prepared a nice box of cookies for the journey. Why, by Jove, what a capital fellow! How very thoughtful of him!

Those 'cookies' turned out to be hash browns of course and my mate hadn't spared himself, no way. I also had a bottle of the DA's Southern Comfort, respectably disguised as 'weak tea'. I tanked up on the stuff all the way back across Arizona. I was in no state now to traipse back to Salt Lake City and be 'received', so following the parable of the Wise Men and their cautionary dream, I decided not to tangle with the angel Moroni but, as the Good Book sayeth, to 'return home by another route'. I was sure the High Council of the Twelve would understand - for amen, amen I say unto you, what with the hash and the old SC, I saw more angels on that trip back home than did the blessèd prophet Joseph Smith when he brought the chosen people of Nauvoo out of the land of the ungodly and into the Promised Land of Utah! Amen and hallelujah! I was high as a kite the whole time. The trip seemed to take a few minutes. 

I was still singing as we pulled into the bus station. Hymn number 451 - 'Glad am I that live, O Lord', but in the 'Clockwork Orange' version -  in honor of that ol' worm in my flask:

"'Weak tea' are we, new brewed,
  But stirring makes us strong.
  We did not love the Shepherd's voice,
  We did not love the Fold."

I came back to a nest of vipers.

Fear, plus an intense pain in the balls, hit me again on the Metro. I glanced at my ring. So apparently I'm a direct descendant on my mother's side of Eirik 'Blood-Ax' Haraldsson, last Nordic Irish King of Jorvik, Northumbria and the Orkneys. According to the Heimskrimla, if anyone caused him a moment's displeasure he'd cut off their right hands and testicles (oops! no more circle jerks over Freya). The lucky ones (and there were many, for he was a merciful man, sayeth Egil's Saga) were instantly beheaded. Trouble was, old Blood-Ax's genes had somehow given me a wide berth. Me? I'm a founder member of Megawimps Anonymous. I can't even cut the mustard, let alone body parts. I staggered back to the apartment, still on the third verse of 'Weak Tea'.

Ela was disgusted and didn't seem to want to talk to me. She kissed me of course, giving me the succulent breath treatment., Then she coldly insisted I pull myself together and reassume my 'marital' duties. I just couldn't. Don't get me wrong. She had this idea she was repulsive to me now. Nothing could be farther from the truth. She was never, never more forn... fuck... bloody lovely and intoxicating than at that moment. It's just that I was in terror of that switchblade of hers. 

I rang the DA. She panted away over the phone and invited me over at once. I swear I caught a whiff of pheromones laced with incense through the mouthpiece.  I had the key so I went over to her place and just let myself in.

She was waiting for me of course, spread out naked, all at once pale, dark and succulent on that witchy bed of hers, black pentacle hanging, orange candles glowing, the air spiced with incense. Scarlet lipstick tonight - and matching toenails, I couldn't help noticing. Like that girl in 'The Exorcist', her eyes followed me, never leaving mine as I stripped and sank down between her legs. I slowly pushed my stiff, quivering, dripping cock deep into that deliciously moist, tight, hungry vagina, savoring every second of my penetration and the increasing penetration of those pungent female pheromones of hers through the incense. When I was well in I grasped her buttocks, one finger right up her arsehole, while she dug her fingers into my back and gripped me firmly with her legs. We began a series of heavy, pounding thrusts, slow, vicious and rhythmic, tonguing and biting at each other savagely, grunting like demons into each other's throats at each thrust. As I felt her coming I lifted her legs up, pushed them back round my neck and rammed my cock in right up to the hilt. This time she gave this almighty groan as she came, head thrown back, black hair spilling in waves over the pillow, dark eyes slanted down on mine. I seized her bare feet and deliriously licked the soles and toes as I felt my sperm pump into her. The sight of her raw, female nakedness hit me like a tidal wave and flowed through me like a deliciously corrosive acid, the only reality in the known universe.  Feet, eyes, hair, feet, eyes, hair - AAAAAAH! 

It was a bit like that scene from 'Rosemary's Baby'. Well, I'd got the horns for it, hadn't I?

It turned out the flatmates were away - so we could yell, grunt, pant, gasp, moan, shout, howl and vocalize any way we wanted. I stayed with her all the next day, going shopping and all, cooking, cleaning, doing the happy couple thing - something I now wanted to do with all my heart. Then we had another nice, soft, peaceful, gentle, loving, considerate, utterly filthy night together. 

She'd no inhibitions about giving head. It was the best ever and I was just ecstatic.  We put on some favorite tracks and I went into head-banger mode, yelling and thrashing about, clasping her lovely raven-haired head to my groin as she knelt before me and watching the long, smooth, hourglass shape of her body twisting and swaying back and forth as she sucked on my cock, the delicate curves of her back and shoulder blades, the pinkish-yellow soles and toes of her bare feet sticking out from beneath the white, double bulge of her buttocks. How obscene, sweet and tender she looks from here I thought, as my cream gushed down her throat like a water cannon. 

I got a return dose, believe it or not. She lay on her back, legs drawn up and wide apart. I crawled forwards between those arching white pillars and gently but firmly sucked on that long, stiff, succulent clit. She grasped my head and pulled me into her groin, thrusting up and down with her pelvis. Then she suddenly stiffened. She grabbed my hair tightly, squeezed my head between her thighs, and gave this little series of squeals. Yup, she'd ejaculated again all right - and copiously too, squirting all this delicious stuff down my throat. No it wasn't piss, it was something else - a smooth, silky, alkaline taste. Hey! Maybe I'd get pregnant? That would really solve all our problems, wouldn't it?.

Then came the classic. I knelt and took both her feet in my hands. I eagerly licked and nuzzled the pinkish-yellow, soles and toes - running my tongue along the insteps, then along the line of her toes and in between them. She giggled, flexing her toes playfully, nipping and tweaking my tongue. Then I clamped both feet around my painfully stiff cock. She knew exactly what to do. Gripping my cock firmly between her toes, she fixed her dark eyes on mine, and with her lips slightly apart, began moving her feet up and down, gently squeezing her toes in the up-movement, releasing them in the down, pushing my glans through her toes. One hand was on her clit and she was masturbating in a gentle, circular motion. She laughed.

"You enjoying this?"

"Aaah! Yes... Aaaah!...aaaah!"

Ela had always been good at this, but she'd always though the whole thing a bit 'weird'. The Angel seemed to enjoy giving it. I grasped her heels and thrust back and forth in rhythm with the movement of her feet, my moist glans popping in and out between those luscious, pinkish-yellow toes. The whole known universe lay within the firm, warm, sticky grip of those deliciously raunchy, sweaty bare feet. I was mesmerized by them, the curl of her toes around my cock, the black toenails. Faster, faster. A hell of an explosion was coming. Oh God! Bigger, bigger, bigger - how much more? Then... 

AAAAAH! It burst. I gave this great gasp and a stream of sperm shot out between her toes like a geyser, spraying her tits and belly. Her cool, dark, mocking eyes were still fixed on mine as my cock throbbed between her bare feet. My heart thumped, the blood hammered in my head and I felt my entire body fuse with her feet above all, then with her hair, her eyes, mouth, tits, belly, dense bush, gaping pink labia, long, open, white thighs with the curling, blue-black snake - her entire, intensely raw, female nakedness. Then she opened her mouth, closed her eyes tightly and gave another gasp. She'd come too. Sperm still flowed over her toenails, down between the soles and insteps, dripping from her heels. She was still moving her feet up and down, gently now, but her grip was still tight and it was getting painful. Then she finally released my dripping cock. I lifted both feet kissing and licking them tenderly, then collapsed on top of her, sucking on her mouth and face, burying myself in her hair. A burst of applause came from somewhere.

Oops! We'd 'forgotten' - the lights were on and the curtains wide open all night through. Quite a crowd clustered at the windows of the student hostel opposite. Are you not well entertained then, O my brothers and sisters? Bene actum! Plaudite! Plaudite!  

Then a few days after that, well tanked, but with the Blakeian worm - you know, the one that 'sleepeth not' - crawling forth to give me all hell, I decided on a possible solution to this schizoid state of affairs. Get 'em all together, that's what we should do! Get it all out in the open! I know I have! Maybe.. you know... we just might... might just... well... You know, for fornication's sake!

I finally screwed up the courage to approach the Angel with this idea.

"Look, I've nothing against the idea of 'fourplay'. I've done it a coupla times - like, with people I know really well. I don't know this guy yet, OK? I'll take a look at him though - if that's what you really want. And see what Ela thinks."

I've no idea to this day why Ela was so receptive to the idea  Bring 'em all round, she'd said. Let's bonk the whole goddamn freaking universe if it'll make you happy.

So the Raptor and the Angel manifested themselves around the witching hour of 7. It didn't occur to me at the time to ask myself how come they arrived together, bang on time. Ela and I were already tanked up. 'He' sauntered in as if he owned the place and I couldn't look him in the eye - I didn't want to catch any 'piercing, mocking glances'. I took refuge beside the Angel on the sofa. She was all in black leather, thigh-length skirt, boots, the works. She smelt really phenomenal - or should I say, pheromonal. She'd given the panties a miss this time. Promising, promising!

"Christ! She's really beautiful, isn't she? Your wife, I mean," the Angel whispered.

"Yeah... I know, I know," I whispered back. 

Pause.

"What d'you think about 'him'?" I asked.

"Robin, you mean?"

"Who else?"

She gave him the once-over. There was a thin smile on her lips.

"He's kinda brutal-looking, but, you know, real sexy too. I can see what she sees in him alright."

I wasn't sure I'd wanted to hear that. Mixed feelings - masochistic pain, intense lust. 

"Would you consider fucking him?" My cock was thrashing about.

"If I hadn't met you - well, yeah, sure I would." Still that thin smile, slightly lowered head, sidelong glance at him. "Why? Do you want me to?" She sniggered.

"Well, no...er... that is... remember what we talked about the other night?" There was this hot flush around my neck.

"Look, you want me to tell you what I really think?"

"Yes, what""

"I think you're using me to get back at her. You just want the 'two-chick' thing to get even. I won't be made use of like that. I thought you loved me."

"Of course I do. But then you like him don't you? You'd get the 'two-guy' thing as well."

"Sure I like him, but I'd need to get to know him a bit first. Whatever you think I am, I don't do the 'fuck-at-first-sight' thing. I'm not some kinda machine - you know, just aim, press the button and out pops this Maria thing like a Jack-in the-box, legs wide open, ready to straddle the nearest dick."




Trinity Ch. 05



She paused.

"Anyway - that's not the only thing that scares me."

"What do you mean?"

"She does - Ela, I mean. I never saw her close up before 'til tonight. I think she's cool. Gimme a break. I'd need to get to know her a bit too, don't you think? What the hell does she think of me?"

Ela had gone into the kitchen and the Raptor had eagerly hopped in after her. My heart jumped. I couldn't concentrate any more.

"But would you ever consider it? I mean, you know - the four of us together?" There were sounds of intense whispering from the kitchen.

"Yeah, yeah, in time, perhaps. She still seeing him?"

"I'm not sure. She won't tell me anything."

"Well, they seem to be pretty much one-on-one in there. I dunno. Let's just see how things go, OK?"

As usual. 'See how things go.' Christ! So much sexual dice playing. But I couldn't talk any more for the moment, I had to try and hear what the holy copulation was going on in that fornicating kitchen. Oh forget it! I snuggled up to the Angel. I leaned over and our lips brushed. She breathed into me and her tongue flicked out lightly between my lips and touched mine.

At that moment Ela came skipping in like an elf, carrying a fresh plate of dead animal and a bottle of vodka. We sprang apart like there'd been a snake between us or something.

"Hi guys," she said cheerfully. "Meet an advanced and sensitive life form, freshly-killed, throat slit, minced in agony, raw, dripping with blood and ready for us to eat. Anyone got a problem with that?"

Things didn't seem to get off the ground though. There was booze and dope and everything, lots of hysterical giggling from the three of them, and some really disgusting jokes, especially from the two girls. Where had Ela picked up all that stuff for God's sake? There was just so much sexual tension. We didn't dare snuggle down into couples or anything like that, let alone all merge blissfully into one flesh. I could see the Raptor was really going for Ela, and for all the giggling about I could sense the Angel hovering over me. But I also felt that the Raptor and the Angel were trying really hard not to look at each other.

They both decided to leave just before midnight. We all came to the middle of the room, put our arms round each other and kissed. To my shock and surprise, both girls briefly flashed their tongues into Robin and I - then both into each other. Weird. But promising, promising. That was as far as it would get tonight, I thought. Never mind - not bad, bit closer next time then... and soon. 

At the door, the Raptor and the Angel turned round together to look at me for a moment - just a final 'goodbye'. His hand was around her shoulder.

The door closed behind them and my heart gave another vicious thump. There was something in their eyes that reminded me...that same look I got when Ela and he had gone to...that place! Oh Christ! What the hell was going on? Ela caught my expression.

"Worried about her going off with him then? You've every damn fucking reason to be! If I know him as I do," she said, stressing the last 'I' very carefully, "I bet you he'll be balling the fucking daylights out of her in five minutes." 

I felt sick. So the bastard was going to get her too after all! And up there ! On that... that...

Then I thought - right! That's it then. To hell with her - and him. Ela was looking at me steadily with this faint quizzical smile. I advanced towards her. Suddenly I saw it. Vicious, manipulative pair of sluts - the both of them! But then I found I the whole thing really turned me on. Vae victis and all that. I made to kiss her lightly and she suddenly responded like wildfire, seizing me and sucking on me like a lamprey, furiously, deliriously, deliciously. My cock swelled up under my pants like the Manhattan Project.

She pushed me away, then seized me by the shoulders. Her eyes were boring straight into me. 

"So, it's me you're gonna make love to then after all?" Half-smile. Voice soft and low.

We tore our clothes off, clutched each other tightly and crashed down together onto the bed like two trees felled simultaneously. The bed broke. Her smell hit me like a blast wave. I'd missed it so long. I was delirious with it, and with the warm, strong, enveloping feel of her flesh - so much more surface area, and God! was she so much more physically powerful than the Angel! I licked her furiously all over, breathing her in, sucking and biting at her tits through wisps of golden hair, thrusting my tongue into her belly button, then deep, deep into her cunt, licking, exploring, savoring the taste of her juices. No one's sperm had been in there since... since... But I didn't care any longer, I was so hungry for it, so hungry, even more hungry for the corruption inside there. I licked her bare feet, deliciously dirty from the floor, savoring them, remembering how they'd looked bracketing another man's. I wanted to smell the smell of every man on the planet on her.

I entered her and thrust as deeply as I could, twisting my pelvis around in a screwing motion. I wanted to screw my lovely whore to all hell. I passed my hand between her buttocks and fingered her asshole, then just beyond it, felt the moist, elastic ring of her vaginal sphincter around my cock. Her painted eyes were tight shut and she was gasping furiously, her face beaded with sweat. As I felt my orgasm rise, massive, thick and overwhelming, I dug my fingers into her buttocks with all the strength I could muster and began bucking up and down like a maniac, shouting and yelling.

"Oh my fucking delicious slut! You luscious, creamy whore! You stinking, delicious, juicy bitch! Take me, you lovely, gorgeous hooker! Swallow me! Poison me for ever! AAAAAAAAH!"

I burst like a hydroelectric dam, pumping her full of cream, my mouth glued to hers, sucking out every drop of her sweat, saliva and juices and feeling her creamy flesh flow into me and through me at the same time. 

So much power, so long missed. The 'little death' they call it. Oh God! I so, so wish to this day I could've died then.

As we did the gentle, post-orgasmic rock and roll thing  I saw through all the sweat that she was crying.

"No Paul, no. That's not the way I want it at all. I'm no one's 'slut'. That's not 'making love', - that's just pure, fucking rape. You've never been like that before."

"I thought that's the way you wanted it." I felt devastated.

"No. And you're not yourself anymore either," she said quietly, staring at the ceiling, softly now, dramatic and self-righteous. 

"Look, I can feel you're trying to imitate him - his style, his movement.  Don't even try it. Better just be yourself - as you used to be - before."

She'd whipped out her superchilled switchblade and pierced me right to the bone. Well, I suppose I'd asked for it, hadn't I? The Vegas thing hit me again.

I lay beside her that night, but didn't dare get it up again, much though I desperately longed to. She was probably keeping a class record now and I didn't want to risk another 'D' grade.

I kept away from her after that. I can't describe the pain and misery of doing this. And there inside my head, buzzing around like a wasp, was the terrible question I didn't want to ask, but had to find the answer to. What had happened to the Angel that night? If what I feared most had happened, I was determined just to pop my clogs, to off myself, to do myself in. It was no good. But first I had to find out - 'the horror', as Brando mumbles in 'Apocalypse Now', 'the horror'.

She laughed at me when I finally plucked up the courage to ask her. 

"Oh! You're kidding, right? Me? Like, with him?" She was smoking a Marlboro, and lightly blew smoke in my face

"You said you liked him. I saw his arm round your shoulder as you left." I was stammering, my heart was thumping away like a steam engine and there was this bloody rat gnawing at my balls.

"Yeah, of course he tried hitting on me. But no way. Hey, gimme a break man, I can easily deal with guys like him. Look," she said, seriously now. She turned round, lightly tapped the Marlboro in the ashtray and put it down. Then she grasped me by the shoulders, pulled me towards her and looked straight into me.

"Don't you trust me?"

When it comes to women I'm so, so hypnotizable. I desperately clutch at and swallow whatever it is I so long to hear. So I felt this warm, soothing wave of relief and put the whole thing out of my mind. Deeply repentant, I made nice, gentle, sweet, slow, tender love to her, trying desperately NOT, NOT to imitate 'his' movements - as I all too well remembered them. Her eyes were still boring straight into me and some horrible little imp kept telling me she was laughing  at me all the way through.

When I got back in the evening a couple of days later, I found Ela all dressed up - really classic style, long, really low-cut black dress, fishnet stockings, stiletto heels, the lot. Her hair was done up exquisitely, her eyes made up in a coolly exotic way I'd never seen before.  She looked so absolutely fucking lovely she seared my insides to black ash.

"Where are you going?" I asked nervously, terrified she might 'seeing' someone. Not 'him' obviously. Someone far more classy and important. Someone 'secret'. 

"None of your business, really," she replied coldly, "but if you must know, I'm having dinner with Alan and Marie tonight."

Relief. They were harmless. So I moped a bit, drank, read, finally slept.

But she didn't come back that night. The bed hadn't been slept in. She turned up about half  9, bleary-eyed, still dressed to the eyeballs. Her hair was a mess though. She'd washed it, but she still looked like she'd been pulled through a haystack. The eye make-up was gone. She looked strangely flushed and her eyes were bright. A long, hot night, right?

"Where've you been for God's sake?" The words tumbled out of my throat like a pile of garbage.

"Out fucking." Dead calm.

"WHAT?" Kick in the balls, thumping heart, hot flush, black pit of hell - the whole bloody lot.

She sighed gently, shaking her head.

"What do you care anyway? But if you really must know I was over at Alan and Marie's like I told you. We stayed up real late and they suggested I just sleep over. They've more than one spare room in that house of theirs for chrissakes. You never done any sleepovers with friends?"

Fair enough, I thought as my system desperately struggled to regain some sort of equilibrium. You know me. I swallowed what I desperately wanted to hear. But Christ! She'd given me a really bad fright. And I still felt terribly jealous of something, I'd no idea what.

I still had a nagging feeling in my guts about the Angel and... 'him'. So do you know what I did? I decided I needed to cross-examine him at all costs, and cycled out to his apartment. I knew he'd be so boastful, he wouldn't hold anything back. I was in a drunken fury that evening, and actually packed a kitchen knife, but the old Blood-Ax genes just weren't there. I somehow lost the knife en route, as well as the berserker fury. That probably saved him - and me. But I'd also brought a large bottle of Jack Daniels - and didn't lose that, thank the Valar. The berserker genes may have given me a miss, but the 'bierhalle' genes had come down to me just fine.

He was actually in when I got there - alone too. But despite everything, I didn't even have the courage to ask him the million-dollar question. We did this mano a mano, real friendly, no-hard-feelings stuff to begin with, then started drinking. He couldn't seem to hold it this time though. It really hit him

"Hey man, you know we talked about doing this homo thing again?" he slurred. Those obsidian eyes were doing a tango.

"Yes?"

"Well, you want I give you a blow job - right now?"

Wow! Was I hearing right? Hey, my cock wasn't so desperate right now. I'd an appointment with the Angel at the 'witching hour' - the late one. I didn't want him sucking me out beforehand. Remember that first time in the shower?

"No thanks." Cold and steady.

"Christ! I've never known anyone refuse a blow job before." He was really mystified - and totally blotto. The stone giant's eyes were now sagging off in different directions.

"Sorry mate, - there's a first time for everything. Besides - I've a far, far better, cleaner place to put it right now. Another time perhaps. Thanks for the offer though - I won't forget it."

I never saw him again.

The Angel and I started travelling. We hired cars, explored the state and really started getting it on out of doors. One day we found this place called the 'Enchanted Forest'. I'm not sure who'd enchanted it, but the name appealed to us. We parked the car and wandered through it. It was late afternoon. What was in there? Hobbits? Elves? Orcs? But it was the smell of the trees and grass that was the enchantment. We found a grassy knoll close by a lake and stripped to the skin. There we were at last, bare feet sharing the cool, moist earth, a light breeze caressing our skin - the Whole Thing. She stood facing me, her legs apart. Her white, whiplash body and crimson nipples flashed in the sunlight. We lay down together on the grass.

Read Lolita. Summer love outdoors in the North American bush is a bad idea. She gets poison ivy in the butt, you get mosquito bites in yours. This happened of course, but we didn't give a damn - we were too much into this real heavy double concerto. A massed choir of frogs came out to help us along. They gathered in a semicircle, cackling and croaking away in rhythm with us as we panted and grunted the exposition. As we got into the development section,  pumping away in earnest, they hopped over our bodies and crawled over our legs and feet. Then we hit a really wild recapitulation, culminating in starburst. They promptly scattered in panic. She was a noisy one too alright - out here. We got hysterical and burst out laughing. But at that point we also got this sudden burst of applause, whistles and catcalls. A bunch of hikers had been watching us all the way through from the other side of the lake. We didn't care jack shit. We just lay there, rocking and moaning away together, doing the post-coital snog thing, totally oblivious of hobbits, elves, orcs, poison ivy, mosquitoes, frogs, hikers or anything else. At least they'd all have something to wank to in old age, right?

We hadn't really done dope together yet, so one evening we did it - straight out of the mosh pit of a Manson concert. A flying drumstick had somehow landed inside her T-shirt right between her tits, so we got home desperately clinging to each other, half-naked, bruised, bloody, battered, shattered, sweaty, smelly and totally pissed. Kerrang? Big Day Out? Say no more! It was a terrific dope trip though. We tore off our remaining strips of clothing, toked up, then lay together on the bed waiting for it to hit us. When it did, we got it on. I got a similar feeling to that I'd had when we'd first fucked - only intensified God knows how many times. As I came I felt this terrific 'whoosh' as all my insides, guts and everything, shot into hers. Weird, weird, weird - but unforgettable.

You must be asking - why didn't I ever start playing the old jealousy and fantasy games with her? Well, I almost started digging, but then decided - better not. There was just too much down there. I was learning to let sleeping worms lie.

Then she began pressurizing me to leave Ela.

"Come on, you've got to make a decision sooner or later. I'm getting tired of being the 'other woman'." She was looking at me steadily.

"But I can't just abandon her."

"Why not? I think she'll be just fine. She's a terrific looker and real smart too. She'll have no trouble finding another guy. I bet they're round her like flies at the moment." 

Ouch! She was right. They were. She'd her own switchblade and was really driving it in. She knew it too.

"You still jealous of her or something?"

"Of course I am, for fuck's sake. You can't just cut the cord, like that!"

"Look, won't you feel better knowing she's hooked up with some nice, solid, decent guy? They exist, you know, and I think that's what she really wants. She's had her fling, she knows she's good now. She really wants to settle down again."

This wasn't what I wanted to hear. She was giving the blade just that little extra, really nasty twist. 

"But I'd always wanted to convince Ela she was the best," I protested. "Why did...did  'he' have to be the one to do it?"

"Aw come on! So many men have really cool wives, but they always seem to need that little extra 'bit in the side' - the 'hot coed', the horny teen - SORRY! no offence, OK? - just to convince themselves they're still 'online'. Are we any different? For us, it's often what you call 'the jerk' - you know, the 'stud' type' - that serves the same purpose. They scratch an itch, that's all. Ela wanted her brains fucked out - just once - by some stud. She found one, got what she wanted - then threw the jerk out. Now she needs security again. She trusted you on this one. If you're not gonna give it her, another guy should."

"Why couldn't I give her that 'balling' she always wanted?"

"Oh Christ! Don't you get it? It's you she loved - you she wanted to spend her life with. 'He' was just a bit of raw fucking. And from what you've told me, she wouldn't even have gone looking for it if you hadn't pushed her into it."

"How do you know so much about what she wants?" I asked, burning in agony, really defensive now.

"I could sense it, hear it and feel it from her when we were up at your place. Look, I'll tell you straight. I love you. I love you enough to marry you. But I won't put up with this shit for much longer."

I didn't want to hear any more. The idea of finally and totally surrendering Ela to the world out there was impossible, horrifying. No way I could do it yet. And I was more than a little scared of throwing in my lot with the DA. It was like diving into some vast, unknown ocean. I'd had that precious past with Ela - you know, 'ze old country' - castles, forests, ancient cities, onion domes and all that. With the DA there was only that vast, scary, glittering matrix 'out there'. I remembered the premonition I'd had so long ago in that field - the Holiday Inn and so on... NO! NO! No way!.

I went back to the apartment next day. Ela was there, walking around barefoot, ravishing as always. She's one of those girls who can somehow make a T-shirt and torn jeans look like full evening dress. I followed her around like a puppy dog but she wasn't inclined to talk.

Things went on like this for another three weeks or so. The cold shoulder at home, the DA getting a little more pressurizing and manipulative. We still got it on, of course - a couple of times a week. But I began to feel like the rope in a tug of war.

Then one Saturday evening I was feeling so confused I got really randy - this often happens when I have to make a difficult decision - just drown the whole thing in flesh.  So I popped out and rang up the DA. No go this time. She'd suddenly got a call from home and had to go up and see her parents. So I was alone, facing another sleepless night in that apartment.

No way. I knew what I wanted to do now - I wanted purification, baptism, a midnight swim. A skinny-dip, yes, that's it. I knew where to go.

I took out my bike and put a megabottle of vodka in the seat bag together with a towel.

Seeing her in the kitchen, I got another intense attack of remorse. I had to go out, but I didn't want her to think I was going out fucking - because I really wasn't.

"I'm just  going out for a bike ride."

"Suit yourself - fine with me." She sounded cold and indifferent. 

"I'm not going to visit 'her'." I must have sounded desperate.

"I don't give a fuck."

So fuck you then, I thought, doing a hara-kiri on myself. I pulled the bike into the elevator and went down.




Trinity Ch. 05



I cycled out into one of the big city parks that had this lake in the middle of it. I went deep into the park, then walked the bike up a small hill overlooking the lake. I laid the bike down among some bushes, sat down beside it and took a megaswig of the 'little water'. I knew this place was a major gay rendezvous. They'd come here, full of desire and hope in these warm summer nights full of promise. I listened carefully. There was no one about. There was a full moon again, and a breeze. Light clouds were scudding across the sky. I thought of that time I'd been alone in her home town - that time on the hill, the bulls roaring, the leprous moon, me stretched out naked. I began thinking of Ela and Maria - of how they'd look, naked together. God! How fabulous it would be to have the two of them together!

My cock started swelling at the thought of it. I listened carefully again - no, the place was absolutely deserted. I stripped, laying my clothes down beside the bike, then got up and dashed down towards the lake, my cock sticking out and jiggling, away from the clothes, the bike, everything. The breeze was cool on my bare skin. I was totally naked, free, wild.  I got to the lake and plunged in. The water was warm and embracing. I could feel weeds caressing my body, tickling my cock, which was stiff as a streetlight. I thought of Ela and Maria again. First they would approach one another tenderly, nipples and breasts, pressing together. Then they'd enfold each other and kiss, hands on each other's buttocks, golden strands of hair would touch black. Their bare feet would touch. I lay on my back and floated. One hand went to my cock.

Now they were lying close beside each other. Their bodies were pressed together. I was astride them, one knee between each of theirs, pulling their inner thighs together. They were looking up at me expectantly, blue and brown eyes together, gold and black hair mingling around their necks and shoulders. I leaned forward and gently lay on top of them. Four breasts pressed against my chest. I began kissing them alternately, Ela - Maria, Ela - Maria, my tongue tangling with each of theirs, our saliva mixing. Then we'd all fuck together, our bodies tangling and melting into a single matrix of flesh. I'd suck one while fucking the other, my tongue transformed into that extra cock I'd need so badly. I jerked off gently, lying in the water, prolonging my orgasm as I visualized those two luscious bodies entwined with mine. As I came, the moon and the park spun around me, the lapping of the water sounded like bells, my body  dissolved into the lake - both of the park and of their flesh.

I swam to the shore, got out and ran up the hill. The breeze felt a bit chilly now, but still delicious. I lay down on my back and stretched out, spread-eagled, delicately fingering my cock. 

Now I was thinking of - a foursome. Yes, let's have 'him' in with us now. Dare I? Yes! There we were, the four of us, all naked, standing in the middle of the room, our arms around each other. Our bodies would press tightly together as we clutched each other in a quadruple kiss, our crimson tongues flicking in and out of each others mouths, our eight bare feet interlocking on the floor. That thick, raunchy, smell of human carnality - that special,  desperate, urgent carnality that drove the four of us -  would suffuse the room.

My cock was now fully stiff again. I took it between my fingers again and began moving my hand up and down very slowly, drawing the foreskin gently back and forth. 

Then we'd lie on the bed, the girls on their backs, one arm around each other. R...R...Robin and I would lie on top of them - one arm also around each other. The four of us would clutch each other tightly and we'd fuck - first Ela with me and Robin with Maria - then ah! the real poignant, stinging one - him with Ela and me with Maria - wow! we'd all go off like a bomb. Then us two guys with each other, and the two girls. We'd all be giggling away in bi heaven, right?

My hand encircled my cock and my tempo increased slightly.

Yes, then I would watch him take the two girls. Le Droit du Seigneur - which he already had, right? The girls I cherished were his harem, weren't they? After all, those three were human. I was the weird one, I was the alien here. I'd watch his lean, brown, whiplash, male body lie down and embrace the fused mass of the girls' creamy, white, female flesh, his legs between theirs, compressing their thighs together. Those shiny, bronze buttocks would move slowly up and down as he gently rubbed his expert cock between their hips. They were having a rich, juicy triple kiss - just a prelude to what was 'coming'. I'd move down to the bottom of the bed. 

There they were - the six luscious bare feet of those three beautiful people, all tangled together now, facing up and down. The faces and personalities of the three of them, Ela, Robin, Maria, were now neutralized and merged into this anonymous tumble of raw, bare feet, male and female together. This is how I, the alien, would worship the species - through the combined, raw, elemental, sexual power of these three. I'd embrace and cherish those six feet, nuzzle them, kiss them, lick them - my tongue would run along their heels and soles, up, down and along the groups of toes, then I'd rub my cock along them all, anointing them with pre-cum, mixing their sweat and juices together. Then as my Nemesis and his harem up there got on with their great collective orgasm, totally oblivious of me, I'd clutch this anonymous group of bare feet tightly together and bury my face in them, nuzzling and licking away. 

I grasped my cock firmly and went into overdrive, arching my back. YES! Those three beautiful, cruel people - that higgledy-piggledy tumble of their raunchy, sweet, delicious bare feet, quivering now, clenched in collective orgasm! AAAAAAH! I melted into them, merged with them, my heart thudding away violently.

A stream of cum shot off towards the moon. It came back at once of course, plop-plop-plop, like drops of thick, viscous rain from the planet Titan, spattering onto my belly and chest. 

I'd get to repeat this act of worship many times of course - as the Master fucked first one girl, then the other. One girl would lie with the other on her stomach, while he fucked the one on top. Or perhaps one would lie on top of him while he fucked the other. Or he'd use tongue and cock together on them both. Whatever the combination, whatever the position, I'd reach out, cherish and worship the shifting constellations of their bare feet, the feet of those three precious ones, now fused in passion, who had wounded me so deeply, so totally, so deliciously, whose names were carved deep into my heart as if it were a tree-trunk. It would all be gentle, tender, intimate, forgiving. We'd all love each other - forever...Like All Fuck!

Aaaargh! Hopeless! Now I was getting a really bad case of post jerk-off depression - you know, the type you get when you jerk off to a real powerful fantasy that is just within your reach, but at the same time, like the fruit of Tantalus, somehow just out of it. Why couldn't those two hot kids just get on? Why couldn't they just 'get it on'? They both admired each other's looks - but hated each other at the same time. 'He' would have no problem, of course. As far as 'he' was concerned - if it moves, fuck it. I rubbed myself down, took another good swig, then dressed. It was well past midnight.

I was in no mood to go home so I cycled round the entire city, fuelling myself with the hard stuff from time to time. I went up to one of the  high places and looked down on the complex, sparkling matrix before me. I took a real massive swig. Cage's Ben. Yes, they were all out there, somewhere among those lights, living, breathing, thinking, feeling, suffering. Ela, Maria and that... that... I couldn't bring myself to pronounce his name for fear I'd be even more polluted than I was...So say it! say it!...Robin! There! Feel better? Feel the worm crawling inside you? 

I wondered who her 'Raptor' was thrusting his cock into at the moment - that cock that had so thoroughly penetrated and violated my own love, my inner core. Was she blonde? Dark? Redhead? Whose bare feet were bracketing his at this moment? I remembered how his buttocks looked, pumping up and down furiously before he shot his load into her...into someone's womb - and perhaps incurable, eternal pain into someone else's heart. Was his current 'hot chick' screaming in delight right now, or crying? Was there some poor fuck out there somewhere weeping, crying, wondering where his beloved wife or girlfriend was at that moment? 

I knew Ela and Maria were alone out there at the moment. The trouble was, I really loved them both, each in their own way. I was so damn torn. I took another healthy swig and promptly got maudlin, peering at the smeared, blinking lights of the city through curtains of tears. 

When the pain became unbearable, I abruptly switched to martyr mode. No! no! I loved them all, I forgave them all. What are we, after all? There are no rascals, sluts, jerks, whores, wimps and so on, only frail beings, helplessly caught in meshes of desire beyond their control. Yes, I loved them all - especially those who had hurt me! I took another mighty swig and suddenly felt transfigured, beatific, redeemed. Amen, amen I say unto you, for the next ten minutes I was up there on that bloody hill wearing the robe and crown.

I tried to keep this mood going for the rest of the night and into the dawn, but it was pretty exhausting. It must have been about 9 before I got back to the apartment. Ela looked pretty sick. She was wearing this silk scarf around her neck. She didn't want to look at me for some reason - probably thought I'd been out fucking all night. How could I get her to believe I hadn't?

"What's up?"

"Oh, nothing much - just a sore throat" she said weakly.

"You don't look so good. Look, let me take you to the doctor's."

"NO, NO, NO! It'll pass. I'm pretty tired, and I've got my period as well, see? I think I'll just spend the day in bed."

We both did. I wanted to lie beside her, but she begged me not to, not this time - sorry, but she really didn't feel very well. I went to my bed in the spare room, slept, then went round to see the DA that evening.

Funnily enough, she was also wearing a scarf round her neck and looked paler than ever, if that was possible. She also said she wasn't feeling too well, that she had a sore throat, and that it was also 'that time of the month'. Weird coincidence. The two girls must be in some kind of resonance with each other or something. Maybe it's something to do with me. And there must be some kind of bug going round, I thought, hitting females on their periods. She wasn't into any heavy fucking, so I just lay down beside her and slept again, the whole night through.

It was over a week before we actually got it on again. There were marks on her body - they looked like bites. She'd been sunbathing at her parents' place and had collected a few nasty ones, she said. You know - blackflies and all that. Hmm. Must've been bloody monsters.

Then she got a job in one of the big hotel chains, and from time to time would have to spend a night in these hotels posing as a 'guest' - then write up reports. By getting away from the city we were able to forget about the pressure of  'the situation' for a while. So we spent various weekends at these hotels in a number of major cities up and down the whole continent - the US and Canada. La Jolla to Tuktoyaktuk (check the map). Sometimes we'd fly, sometimes we'd hire a car again and drive there, depending on the distance (Tuktoyaktuk is another story). We had a great time, but my conscience was burning the hell out of me at the same time. I'd always wanted to do this with...Ela. Somehow, no waterbeds turned up in any of these places (and certainly not at Tuktoyaktuk).

Then I got hold of a Mazda a day earlier than we'd planned to leave on one of these hotel trips. Maria had to go back to her parents the day I'd got it, so I ended up having the Mazda to myself for the evening. 

I decided to go for a drive. The pain at the base of my spine was getting unbearable. I was sick, riven and torn between the two girls, desperate to get back to Ela's warm, powerful body, but terrified of her psychosexual switchblade, longing for oblivion inside Maria's pale, succulent flesh, but well aware of the possibly irreversible harm I was doing by clinging to her. It was Poe's Pit and the Pendulum. Maria was the black, bottomless Pit and Ela the heavy, hissing, razor-sharp Pendulum, swinging back and forth, slowly slicing deeper and deeper into the heart. I took a bottle of vodka and some snacks. I needed fuel as much as the car did. God! If the police decided to stop me I'd be in profound excr...deep shit. 

I drove up-country, carefully keeping below the speed limit, obeying every red light, whether there was anyone around or not. I took liberal swigs from the bottle and put on some favorite tapes. The sky was heavy and overcast. -  greenish and sickly - but I didn't care by now. I was feeling a hell of a lot more cheerful.

It was dark when the sky finally burst open. The rain was lashing the windshield so much I couldn't see jack shit. What with my 'elevated spiritual condition' it wasn't safe to go on. I looked for somewhere to pull into.

This vast structure reared up black against the boiling sky, straight ahead, silhouetted by lights from some town or other just beyond it. It looked dark and threatening, like that great bronze colossus of ancient Carthage - the Baal Moloch, devourer of the flesh of innocents.

It was a church - familiar somehow, but out of place here. God! It was one of those Byzantine churches Ela and I used to visit - so long ago now, it seemed. What was this thing doing out here? It was the same type of village church all right - three great onion domes, one behind the other, on bell-tower, nave and sanctuary. But this was huge, massive, and built of stone, not wood, obviously built by immigrants who were well established by now. There was a car park just beside it. 

As I drew in, my headlights caught another car parked there - a Chrysler. I parked a short distance away, switched off the engine and rolled down the window. The windows of the other car were significantly steamed up. Obviously some couple had found a really great way of passing the time. I took another healthy swig. Then it hit me like a blast in the pit of the stomach - Ela, Ela, Ela, how much I really miss you! It was the church that did it. Oh God! What wouldn't I give to set the clock back, to repair, or even prevent what had happened. I dearly, desperately loved her, I dearly desperately needed her. Her delicious flesh, all the more succulent for being corrupted, I thought, deep into martyr mode again. I wanted to go back at once and enfold her, embrace her, kiss her, lick her, suck her from the inside out, tell her how much I loved her. I'd gone over the top with the booze and reached the maudlin stage. I began crying bitterly, helplessly, my tears mingling with the rain outside.

The rain was lashing down, but I could see that the other car was rocking furiously back and forth, and despite the noise of the rain I thought I could hear what sounded like shouts and yells. Someone wasn't half being well and truly had in there, I thought. I couldn't help smiling through my tears. God! That stupid fantasy I'd once had - the one about Ela getting laid in the front of some guy's car, hairy chest on her pale breasts, pumping buttocks, bare feet and all. But then the whole image hit me again with full force from deep down - who knew better than I now what she looked like with another guy? The grunting, the sweating, the tears, those big, raunchy feet of hers rubbing against his. I whipped my cock out and masturbated like a piston engine, listening to the splatter of the rain, thinking of pounding, rhythmic thrusts, those exotic eyes moist with tears, the trenchant smell of sex, her fingers digging into his back, and their feet! their FEET! AAAAAAH! I stiffened, spraying the dash with cum. Then, just as suddenly, I slid off the roller-coaster and came back to earth with a whump! Christ! What an idiot I am. I wanted her now more than anything. I decided I'd go back and talk to her, grab her, kiss her from fragrant top to succulent toe, take her into me, beg her forgiveness.

The rain slowly eased off and the sky was beginning to clear. The Chrysler wasn't rocking now - obviously the deed was done. Someone's sperm had been well and truly injected into someone's womb and now they were having a nice, sticky, post-coital snog. Their windows were still steamed up, but there was a handprint on the glass, and yes, through it I thought I could just about make out pale, bare flesh crawling around inside there, shining and sweaty. The dull ache in my belly came back and tears welled up again. Oh Jesus H. Christ! You don't half torture yourself, I thought. Enough of this shit. I started the engine and pulled out of there, heading further up-country towards one of the big lakes.

That night later became known locally as the 'Night of the Twister' This great tornado had ploughed through the edge of the town behind the church. An F5 apparently, very rare in these parts. They'd all been well warned - some light injuries, nothing serious. Very, very lucky.

I didn't see so much of Ela over the next three weeks or so. She was obviously out visiting 'friends'. This took some of the pressure off me, although the DA was still nagging me from time to time. Then one evening - a  Saturday, it was, she told me she'd got hold of some more decent dope.

"Where from?"

"My secret. Actually, it's from one of my old school pals - you know - Terri. She's really into the stuff."

I'd met her. Another Satanic High Priestess,  a blonde one this time.

So we sucked on this really heavy joint, took a healthy swig of the old worm, then went out for a walk. It was slightly cooler, a light breeze was blowing. We strolled arm in arm over to that intersection between the Sin Strip and the East-West highway. Ela and I had often liked to go there on Saturday nights. It was wild - all these couples, some weird, some not so weird, every possible combination. Everyone was out there at that time, on the make, looking to get laid, about to get laid or just been laid. The lights were brilliant and sharp, and the air smelt fresh. The sky was an intense, actinic blue, suggesting vast, open distances beyond the city.  The dope was beginning to hit me. 

"Ha! They've no idea, do they?" the Angel laughed.

"Who? What?"

"The gorgeous ones. I mean, when we catch their eye, they've no idea of like, what we're doing to them in our imagination, do they?"

"Maybe they're doing the same to us."

"I sure hope so!" She giggled.

There was an ache in my belly and spine again, thinking of all the times Ela and I had walked here, studying all the couples, trying to guess what the story was behind them. God! I missed her! Then for a moment I thought I saw her. Yes! Yes! Oh God! It was her, over there, bouncing along on the other side of the street, long black coat streaming out behind her, eyes flashing, golden hair flying in the evening breeze. She was hanging onto some guy's arm!

I blinked. She seemed to have disappeared. I scanned the crowd anxiously, but you know how easily people get lost in crowds.  Christ! What was the matter with me? I must be seeing things. Surely she was back home in our apartment, sullen, moping, waiting for me to come back to her. Yes, of course she was. But I couldn't face that - not yet, not yet. I tried to put her out of my mind and concentrate on the night ahead.

We did more dope when we got back, but whether it was my vision on the street or whatever, it went the wrong way this time and I got paranoid. This had happened before. Once when Ela and I were doing the sensemilla, I'd gone down to the shop for something or another. The stuff had hit me, and I could feel I was in for a bad trip.  One of the elevators was defective. It worked OK - but very, very slowly. I'd got into this one on the way back, and as it crawled its way back up to the top floor I was convinced - utterly convinced, mind you - that I was going to die of old age before it reached the top, that the doors would open, and all there'd be inside would be this skeleton with long white hair and a beard. When I got back, Ela had to pull out my birth certificate to show me I wasn't older than Yoda.




Trinity Ch. 05



This time it was spiders. They were everywhere in the room, under the futon, about to burst out of the closet. She took me out for a walk to air me out. It was worse. There was this tree in one of the gardens, its dense branches hanging out over the sidewalk. No way would I walk under it. They were all there, millions of them, a dense, voracious, flesh-eating black swarm ready to drop onto me as I passed underneath. Or maybe just one big one. Yes! That's it! Shelob was up there, oozing green ichor, blind, clustered eyes staring into the night, fangs dripping - just waiting for me to pass underneath! The Angel desperately tried to convince me that Shelob was only in a book, but the dope was telling me I knew better - that with my brilliant intellect and all,  I'd the instant power to materialize any Monster of the Id I cared to dream up. I was getting so bad, she had to take me to hospital. The doctors took one look at me and laughed.

"It's OK pal, you'll get over it," one of them said. "Go back home and have fun with your girl."

I did and I recovered. But a short time after that, I came round to the Angel's and found her colder and more distant than usual. She didn't seem to want to look me in the eye.

"What's up?"

She spun round to face me.

"Look, it's high time you made up your mind. Her or me."

I couldn't bear to lose the DA yet. I had to say something.

"OK. Look, I'll talk to Ela about getting a divorce." A huge chasm opened up in my belly.

"When?"

"Tomorrow." 

Now I needed to drown out the pain in flesh. I moved towards her and we kissed. My cock promptly shot up into the 'on' position. But as I began pulling off her sweater she suddenly pulled away.

"No, no Paul. Not just yet. It's premature."

"Whaddya mean, 'premature'? Just how many times have we fucked each other black and blue already?" 

"That's just it. I've had enough of all this raw fucking about. It's time for something more. We'll get it on again all right - you bet we will - after you show me you've started divorce proceedings."

Believe it or not, that was it. I didn't see her again from then on.

It was absolute fucking agony, but you see, I just couldn't seriously ask Ela for a divorce. But things weren't so easy to patch up. She was also so cold and distant towards me now that I felt I'd lost them both. Yes, we'd been having some serious rows for some time now and yes, I admit I'd lost it once and actually hit her - not seriously of course. I'd hit myself far, far worse. 

I began drinking even more heavily and going out to visit other friends. The wilder the better. And the farther away - none from our block, God forbid! There was this female friend of mine who loved throwing these wild parties. They'd often turn into orgies - you'd wake up in the morning in the living room with a pile of naked people lying around, on the floor, draped on chairs and settees, limbs and bare feet sticking up all over the place. Who'd fucked who? God only knows. Did I? I vaguely remember some bodies, some faces - of both sexes.

I was up Shit Creek without a paddle.

One thing I do remember though. It was at one of these parties I met this really cool Jamaican girl. We didn't want to hang around there boozing away, so I took her home. We were both more than a little pissed. When we got to her place she just kicked off her boots and crashed down onto bed - on her back. She was looking at me expectantly. I just couldn't believe my luck. The Lord was in His Holy Temple again.

She lay there and let me undress her. And there she was - naked, rich, pure dark chocolate, big, full breasts, large black nipples. Then  I stripped - nice, slow and steady.  Now we were naked together, two big bodies wide open to each other, black and white together. The usual, welcoming, thick, carnal smell enveloped us as I moved on top of her and I felt this warm, crawling tingle all over my skin as my body touched hers. My skin was supersensitized. I lifted her legs up around my neck and kissed each one carefully. Then I worked my way up her body this time, not down, from feet, though legs, juicy vagina, though clit, belly, breasts, neck and finally - mouth. As my tongue entered her mouth, so did my cock enter her vagina. I rocked gently but deeply, savoring the image of our bodies - pale white on cool black, and the steady relentless approach of this terrific orgasm. It worked alright - class I joint supernova.

And so it came to pass that for the first time in my life I tasted chocolate - although I prefer to think of it as coffee, just the way I like it - hot, black and sweet. She never took those superdark eyes off mine the whole time. We passed out, twisted together like black and white rope.

I saw her only once again - about a week later, when our eyes met briefly in the street. You know where. No, shame on me, I don't even remember her name. Pity. She deserved far, far more than I had to give. At least her juices still course through my body.

Then I spent a weekend out in the bush with a mate of mine. He was tall, well built and good-looking in an almost feminine way, with black hair and green eyes. Ela had met him once.

"You know," she'd told him right out front, "I think you're really beautiful." She knew the bush all right - and didn't beat about it.

"I know," he'd relied sadly. "That's my problem."

She'd laughed. Then she'd grabbed him by the shoulders, looked him straight in the eyes and breathed on him, dead slow and serious, that he shouldn't worry about it, that he could have her anytime. Then she'd skipped gaily into the kitchen winking at me. By this time she'd already got a PhD in cock teasing, honoris causa.

He'd a cabin by a lake, so we drove out there with enough crates of beer to sink a tanker. He knew all about what was going on with Ela and me. We sat out on the balcony of the cabin, knocking it back. It was a very warm, sultry night - with a full, pale moon. The crickets were crackling and buzzing away all around. No mozzies, thank Beelzebub.

"Fancy a swim?" he'd asked.

"Sure."

"Let's take a skinny-dip. It's just the right night for it."

Wow! So we did. We stripped completely and marched off down to the lake. As I walked behind him, I watched the rhythmic flow of his back muscles and the jiggle of his buttocks. I couldn't help myself. My cock promptly came 'online'.

The warm water enveloped our bodies and we swam out to a small raft in the middle of the lake. We climbed up onto it and lay down together. There was just enough room for the two of us - we couldn't help half lying on top of each other. Our moist, white bodies glistened in the moonlight and a soft breeze cooled our skin. The touch of our flesh was warm, electric and soothing. Then we saw we both had erections and giggled. I can't even remember whose hand moved to whose cock first. Maybe it was both of us at the same time.

Whatever it was that started us off, he seemed to understand what I wanted. He edged himself between my legs. I stuck my cock between his thighs, while his was squeezed between our bellies. Then he grasped my buttocks, while I caressed his moist back. We began rocking gently back and forth, the raft rocking with us, splashing gently. Our tempo increased and we began grunting. The raft was rocking more furiously now and our bare feet splashed together in the warm water. Then we clutched each other tightly and shot our loads with a groan. I could feel out hearts thudding and the combined throbbing of our cocks as our sperm spurted and mingled, flowing between our stomachs and thighs. A nice, gentle brotherly fuck, and the nearest I ever got to the Big W, I suppose. We tumbled back into the water, giggling helplessly, then swam back.

We got through the rest of the beer that weekend - no problem.

"You know, Paul," he said when we were on the last crate, just before we parted. "I can see a way out of hell for you, if you wanna hear it."

"I wanna hear it."

"Just go home and ball the living daylights out of that fucking gorgeous wife of yours. She's just panting for you to do it, you know."

So I did - that is, from that moment I stayed in the apartment. I apologized and tried to make it up to her any way I could. I made it clear I wanted to stay and rebuild things,  and somehow, Ela knew I was serious. She was still cautious however (which now she had every copulating right to be). I was obviously on some type of 'trial period'. We still slept apart - but didn't go out tomcatting, as far as I knew.

But we couldn't keep our hands off each other for long. She was just too fucking desirable. So we eventually got it on - for the last time, as it turned out, and somehow both of us knew it. Never, never, never, never, never did she taste so delicious, did she smell so fragrant, did her body feel so firm and warm, so full of real and latent power, as during that last time. I tried to suck every last drop of juice out of her - I was now sensitive to girls' ejaculations. I drained her all right, but her body was stiffer than before. More latent, less enfolding - like a bomb ready to go off. She was holding something beck. Nevertheless she also managed to drain me of everything, of sperm and tears, of life and of grief. 

You see, it was the day after that I found it. Her 'secret diary', bound in rich, sexy crimson leather.

As I read it, my hands were trembling violently, my heart tried to burst out of my chest and my insides dissolved in sulfuric acid. Talk about hot flushes and wrenching pains. I felt like that face in Munch's 'The Scream', howling away on this vast plain beneath blood-red skies, utterly alienated, utterly alone. The frail shell within which my life had been contained was totally smashed and this vast coiled nest of snakes and worms rose up to devour me. The girls' faces just disintegrated before my eyes, turning into laughing, horrific demonic masks, like that kid in 'The Exorcist'. They'd all well and truly got me. Pubic scalps! Now I knew whom she'd got that one from. I just couldn't read it all. I felt I was going to have a heart attack, and dropped it. The Night of the Twister - that bastard Jeff! Alan and Marie for God's sake! Dave of all people! Never mind what was listed under 'A Few Consolations'. Thank God I didn't recognize any of the names. But how could she? And worst of all...the very worst of all...you know what I mean! The night of the Bike Ride! Impossible! Impossible!

"How could you do it?" I wept. "You filthy, disgusting slut!"

She blew her top completely. She screamed at me.

"How could you do what you did? You fucking, stupid bastard! It was you that left me, not the other way round, remember? If you abandon me I'm entitled to my own life. What was I supposed to fucking well do when you weren't here? Kneel and pray in a corner of the room like some fucking Mother Theresa, flogging myself? If I'm a 'filthy, disgusting slut' - it's you that made me one!""

"But how could you...with her...with her...and that...that fucking..."

"If you ask me, I think they fucking well planned it, the two of them. I told you she was only out for Number One but you wouldn't fucking believe me. He was the same. They wanted to split us up, once and for all, and they've fucking well succeeded, haven't they? I was just too fucking weak at the time - that plus the booze and the drugs. It wasn't just my fault. You and I had everything going for us. It was you who had to go ahead and open the can of worms - not me. Oh yes! Now both of us have been well and truly fucked over, body and soul."

Then she'd told me what I' always suspected but didn't want to know - about Maria and Robin - and what she suspected they'd always wanted from us.

Yes, yes, I saw it now, of course why not? Why not?  It all made perfect sense. The fool's cap I'd been wearing grew so large it dropped over my entire body. It was made of white-hot metal.

I had to go to hospital. There was this terrible raging pain - at the base of my spine, in my balls, in my belly. I couldn't breathe, I thought I was going to have a heart attack. But there was nothing physically wrong with me of course. It was all psychosomatic. When I recovered, I moved into my own apartment for a while. But I couldn't stick it any more in that city or anywhere else in that country for that matter. I went back to Europe.

I spent some time in that old country where we'd met, but couldn't stand it there for long either - O my brothers and sisters, I'm sure you know why.

I couldn't resist going over old ground, and yes, I met her again back there. No, no, not the original Ela. She was lost, truly lost now, over there, in that vast glittering matrix of my premonitions and dreams. This one was practically her double. Same name - and same nickname, if you'd believe it - the one I'd always used in bed with the original. I've told you this entire relational web was weird. We even ended up fucking each other's brains out (as if I still had any left to fuck out) in the same hotel where my first Ela had had her first ...her first orgasm  (as far as I knew). But this one wasn't her of course. This one was already exactly what I'd stupidly pushed my own first Ela into becoming. I was only a brief diversion between biggies, and ended up as another notch on her bed, a minor addition to a very hirsute collection of pubic scalps.

I took her to the concentration camp at Auschwitz. I've no idea why I did this. We went over to the lakes at Birkenau - the place where no birds ever sing. I lifted a handful of dark grey mud from one of them, squeezed it in my hand and recited the Kaddish. I wasn't Paul anymore, you see. Ka-Tzetnik 271182 - that's what I'd become. The stuff I held in my hand was what my heart was now made of. My beautiful surrogate was perplexed, mystified, revolted - by the whole place, and by my actions. She just couldn't work me out.

This is really another story of course - but then, O my brothers and sisters - aren't all our stories linked together through a single vast web of sexual encounters? Through these encounters, aren't we all related to everyone on the planet? Who's ever going to write The Big One?

I became a monk for a while, if you'd believe it. Visitors to these places are politely asked not to invade the cloisters themselves, not to intrude upon the private griefs of those within. I'd been told this before. I'd never known what they meant by this - until now. When I'd done enough desperate howling with a bunch of crazy wankers in front of bits of wood and stone, I left. 

Anyway, celibacy sucks.

I'd tried praying, but it was no use - He just wasn't listening - not now. When I prayed, I found I was just talking to myself. Ah well! I thought. Maybe I'd chosen the smartest person to talk to anyway. Or maybe not. I didn't discover any more about human nature there than I already knew before - except that if you dream up the worst thing imaginable, you won't be far wrong. That if you look into the very darkest corners - the places you're just too scared to look - there'll be something there all right and it will be just exactly what you'd feared.

Well, that's not exactly true. I did find out something - that we're a deeply split species. That the split happens in the womb, long before we see the light of day. That the two separate strands of that split are always trying to reconnect - like two strands of DNA - but somehow they never do, never perfectly. That in the unfolding dramas of our lives the amino acid strands of the psyche get enmeshed, but never match up. This is why we're so complicated. And those of us who think they're not have only woven a dense protective cocoon around the core - around the unbearable pain of that initial split.

Romantics like me haven't a hope in hell of healing that spit. We love our sugary dreams, we idealize others, but at the same time we're irrepressibly drawn to those we think of as 'dark' or elemental'. I once read a poem by this freaky guy - Castis something-or-other - which said 'we love the things of Heaven, but can't help falling in love with Hell', or some crap like that. Nevertheless, I believe it. That's me all right. I wanted Ela as angel and whore at the same time. A lot of men are like this. Sorry, as she herself told me, you can't have both.

I work with AI now, and my work cocoons the pain, as before. But alone in bed at 3.14 a.m. - 'dark-night-of-the-soul' time,  I fantasize how the AI will replace us sometime soon - and the sooner the better, I hope. I reject all human gods. I prefer oblivion and the abyss to any form of biological life. Any eventual resurrection will not, sadly, be mine, but when my time comes, my neural structures will become embedded within the entities I'm helping to create. I'll lose my human nature, but I've little use for that now. I can't bear the pain of living as a human and I'm too much of a wimp to just do myself in. Whether I'll weep or exult in my possible, eventual transformation - that will be my own affair. Rather ten minutes as a failed monster than a hundred more years of life as a man. I've embraced the Dark Side of the Force.

What a fucking, bilious load of bollocks, isn't it? But I have to keep those other fucking dreams at bay somehow - you know, the 'matrix' dreams - the ones I told you about in the first part of my story. And there's more to these dreams. The DA often turns up in them. No dense, twisted matrix stuff - she's got a really neat pad in a street I know only too well. I come knocking at the door. Sometimes she'll let me in to have a look. It's a lovely place. Sweet and twinkly - flowery, embroidered bedspreads, the lot. No more goth, satanic SFX. I can't stay though. You see, I've long been replaced by now - which is as it should be I suppose. Never in these dreams do I catch a glimpse of my latest replacement. Yup, I've lost her too - and who else above all in this story deserved far, far more than I had to give?

ELP's 'For You'. 'How could you do what you did?' and so on. A pile of fucking, excremental crap, sure. But like it or not, it's 'our story' - both sides of it. I just can't bear to hear it now. It kills me.

I understood all right, in the end. Couldn't Ela and I have found some another way of sorting ourselves out, other than just pelting each other with pubic scalps like Moses with the commandments? But I see now it was me that had the power to stop it all along - and just couldn't. It would have taken just one single, loving, forgiving embrace - the morning after the Big W thing,  or reasonably soon after - or even the other chances I'd had. Pride kills. When put to the real test, I just didn't have the inner strength, the courage, the wisdom and humility, to claim the one I really loved.

I still miss her terribly. In the mathematics of chaos the trajectories of our lives are always separating, constantly moving apart. Lambda is always positive. I just can't accept this. Sorry about the math, folks, but sometimes it teaches us things we'd rather not know.

We're still in touch of course. I know time's being good to her, that she's getting fucking lovelier as the years pass, that there's no shortage of 'boyfriends'. But I tell you, O my brothers and sisters, even if she'd banged half the fucking continent by now, it wouldn't be a question of  'taking her back' - I'd ask her, beg her, to take me back if she would. I court her all over again, chaste and romantic-like, roses, dinners, the whole bleeding shit, no matter if she was screwing half a dozen other guys in the meantime. She'd be the one in charge now. She'd teach me how to love.

We both have our 'spies' - all over the fucking planet if you'd believe it, from Hawaii to Vladivostok - the long way round. Maybe this is a good sign. Obviously, we still care enough to try and keep tabs on each other. Maybe there's hope yet. We're internationals, you see, and our tentacles spread wide. For us it's a small world out there, even if a dense one.




Trinity Ch. 05



“Vanessa, he’s getting away!” Sabrina called out.

Vanessa’s gaze snapped forward again in time to see Joshua taking off down the tunnel. Damn it!

“Stay here and take care of Alec. I’ll be right back!” She called over to Sabrina.

Vanessa took off into the darkened tunnel. She was barely able to make out Joshua in the distance. Vanessa pushed herself as hard as she could and her leg muscles burned with the exertion. She was slowly gaining ground, but it just wasn’t enough. Vanessa pulled out her gun and aimed off to Joshua’s left. She didn’t want to hit him at that point, but hopefully she would catch him off guard enough to stop him. She needed answers to what was going on and by God she was going to get them.

She squeezed off a quick shot and the slug slammed into a crate. The gunshot made Joshua stumble and pitch towards the ground. He was back up on his feet in a second, but it was just enough of a pause for Vanessa to gain the ground she needed. She continued her charge and stepped up on a nearby box. Vanessa leapt through the air in an impressive kick. Her foot stuck Joshua in his back and he once again fell to the floor. 

It was almost like her sparring with Alec because as Joshua hit the ground he rolled forward and sprang right back to his feet. The two of them circled each other for a few moments. Different punches and kicks were traded between the pair, but everything was blocked with a practiced ease by both of them.

“I’m going to make you pay for what you did to Alec.” Vanessa growled at him.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Joshua demanded. “Alec’s a big boy, Vanessa, and you can’t pick who he decides to sleep with. Besides, I’m not even really married.”

“Are you insane?” Vanessa looked at him in shock. “I’m talking about you bashing him with a crowbar and then tying him up.”

“I’ll ask you again,” Joshua’s voice sounded confused. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Don’t play games with me.” Vanessa snapped at him. “Next you’re going to tell me that you didn’t know Paige was dead either.”

“What?” Joshua asked.

He had stopped moving and his hands even fell to his side. Vanessa paused for a moment taking in the complete look of shock that covered his face. He was really good Vanessa decided. If there was ever a performance that was Oscar worthy, it was definitely the one she was seeing right now. There was no way Vanessa was going to fall for it.

Vanessa quickly stepped forward and grabbed Joshua by the front of his shirt. She turned her body and expertly flipped the stunned man to the ground. Joshua was a bit heavier than she expected and as she tossed him his shirt ripped down the front. Joshua’s body slammed into the ground knocking the wind out of him. Vanessa drew her gun again and pointed it at his chest.

“Get up you worthless piece of shit.” Vanessa spat at him.

Joshua took a moment to catch his breath and then slowly got to his feet. He must have hit his head because he was swaying a bit and looked a bit out of it. Joshua surprised Vanessa by raising his arms over his head in a gesture of surrender. 

“Why?” Vanessa demanded.

“Why what?” Joshua’s voice was thick with emotion. “You keep asking me questions that I don’t know the answers to.”

“I can understand you killing Paige, Joshua, but why did you try to hurt Alec?” Vanessa asked.

“I did NOT try to hurt Alec. I would never hurt someone that I l…” Joshua’s voice broke and paused and took a breath. “Why do you keep saying Paige is dead?”

“Because we found her body at your waterfall tonight. The same waterfall that you told Alec to meet you at.” Vanessa took a step closer to him. 

“Paige is dead?” Joshua’s face turned white. “Wait a second, I never told Alec to meet me at the falls. I haven’t seen him since we had that night together. I…”

“Just shut the fuck up!” Vanessa yelled at him. “I’m not falling for your games, Dreamcatcher. You killed Paige, you tried to kill my brother, and let’s not forget that you betrayed the Covenant. You are the lowest human being I have ever met in my life, but I’m about to do the world a favor and take care of you. Right here, right now.”

“Wait a minute!” Joshua yelled as he saw her finger begin to pull the trigger. “What did you just call me?”

“Dreamcatcher.” Vanessa sighed and glared at him. “You didn’t think we knew about that did you? Anything else before I kill you?”

Joshua’s eyes widened at her words. Vanessa was prepared to fire before he even answered but as his body shifted the light in the tunnel bounced across his chest and was reflected back. Her eyes glanced down only for a moment to see what caused the flash, and her breath caught in her throat. Vanessa’s eyes locked on the pendant that hung from his neck. She stepped forward and grabbed the pendant in her hand.

“Where the hell did you get this?” She demanded.

“It’s mine, Vanessa.” Joshua replied.

“No, it’s not.” Vanessa said as she looked at the pendant. She locked eyes with Joshua and her stomached knotted up. She saw something there she hadn’t expected to see; the truth. “Oh fuck. This isn’t Sabrina’s. That means that you’re…” Her voice trailed off.

“I’m Backdraft.” Joshua said completing her sentence. “Did you say Sabrina said this was hers?”

Vanessa dropped her arm that was holding the gun as the two of them stared at each other. The reality of their situation dawned on them at the same time as they heard Alec’s voice scream out in pain echo through the tunnel.

“Alec!” They cried out in unison.

*  *  *

Alec had watched as his sister ran off after Joshua. His heart was torn in two because he wanted her to be safe, but he wanted Joshua to be safe as well. The effects of the drugs were finally wearing off and his eyesight finally returned to normal. He groaned as he felt the pain in the back of his head throb, and he could feel the blood that was drying on his scalp. Alec tried to move but the ropes that were holding his hands and feet together were too tight. Alec had first thought it was Joshua that stood over him in the kitchen, but on his way back to the main island he drifted in and out of consciousness. During one of his more lucid moments he remembered hearing a woman’s voice. 

“Sabrina, help me get these ropes off.” Alec requested. He waited a moment and then glanced up to see Sabrina sitting off to the side looking in the direction that Vanessa had gone. “Sabrina, I need help untying these ropes.”

Sabrina snapped out of her daze and finally looked over at Alec. She shook her head for a moment and gave him a warm smile. Sabrina stood up and moved over to help him.

“Let’s get you into a sitting position.” She said as she walked behind him. “It will be easier to cut the ropes that way.”

Alec groaned in pain as she gently helped him into a sitting position. He felt a massive migraine starting and the back and side of his head throbbed in agony. It took him a moment to regain his concentration from the intense pain. When his head cleared again he realized that his hands were still tied behind his back, and it was in that moment he remembered whose voice he heard; it was Sabrina’s.

“What are you doing, Sabrina? Cut the damn ropes already.” Alec snapped.

“Now, now, now, Alec. You’re going to have to be nice, young man. You wouldn’t want to upset me right now.” Sabrina cooed in his ear. Alec stiffened as he felt Sabrina’s arms wrap around his body. Her hands grabbed and groped their way over his chest. “Do you have any idea how much you turn me on?” She breathed into his ear.

Alec mentally groaned and couldn’t believe the timing Sabrina had. It definitely was not the best time for her overactive imagination and sex drive to kick in on him. He tried to move away from her, but her arms tightened around him effectively holding him in place. Alec would have been able to take Sabrina in a New York minute before, but between the pain coursing through his head, and the fact that he was tied up gave her the upper hand. His body shook in disgust as he felt Sabrina’s tongue snake around his earlobe.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Alec demanded. He couldn’t stop the scream of pain as Sabrina yanked back on his head. Her hand pulled on the hair that surrounded the spot where he was struck earlier that night. “Why are you doing this?”

“Sorry, Alec, but it’s not show and tell time.” Sabrina laughed wickedly in his ear. “The only thing you need to know is that you’re going to die, and it’s going to be really soon.” Sabrina ran her fingertips under Alec’s top and he shuddered at her touch. Her fingers pulled his pendant over his head and she put it around her own neck. “You won’t be needing this anymore, stud. I think I’ll keep it as a memento.”

Alec and Sabrina could hear footsteps running through the tunnel. Sabrina quickly stood up and tried to pull Alec to his feet. He was too heavy for her to lift without any help. She quickly pulled out her gun and pressed it to his temple.

“Get up now!” Sabrina yelled at him. Alec could hear the footsteps getting closer and realized that there was more than one person coming. Was it possible that Vanessa and Joshua figured out what was going on? The fact that both of them were alive gave him the strength to get to his feet. Just as he stood up Sabrina stepped partially behind him and pressed the gun to his temple. “Make these last few moments with Vanessa last, Alec, because your time is just about up.”

Alec’s thoughts were confirmed as he saw Vanessa and Joshua running towards them. They both looked like shit, and he figured that Joshua must be one hell of a fighter to have kept Vanessa from killing him. Vanessa and Joshua stopped a few feet from them as they saw the gun that was pressed against his head. Vanessa was giving Sabrina a look that would have made even the world’s toughest person empty their bladder immediately. Joshua’s gaze was focused on him though.

His eyes burned into Alec’s and it was almost as if a thousand things were said at once. Alec kept his face void of any emotion because he still didn’t know exactly what was going on. As Alec looked blankly back at Joshua he thought he saw tears well up in the man’s eyes.

“I knew I should have killed you when I had the chance, Sabrina.” Vanessa’s voice was cold as ice. “Or maybe I should call you Dreamcatcher?”

“What?” Alec exclaimed.

“Well, I can see that someone wasn’t doing their job properly, Miss Vanessa.” Sabrina replied. “Otherwise you would have killed Joshua instead of having a little chit chat with him. I have to say that I’m very disappointed in you. Maybe you really are as stupid as I first thought you were.” Sabrina reached into her pocket and withdrew two pairs of handcuffs. She threw them over to Vanessa and Joshua. “I want you back to back on the ground and handcuffed together. You have thirty seconds to do it or Alec here dies sooner than planned.”

“I thought you had broken your arm, Sabrina.” Vanessa calmly said as she noticed the arm Sabrina threw the cuffs with. “Too bad it’s not true because now I’m going to have to break it for you.”

“Shut the fuck up, bitch!” Sabrina spat. “You have twenty seconds.”

Joshua and Vanessa exchanged a look with each other. They weren’t very sure of each other, but they had a common goal now. They were both willing to protect Alec at any cost. Joshua stepped carefully in front of Vanessa to pick up the handcuffs. He carefully bent down and picked up the cuffs. As he stood up his body blocked Vanessa enough to give her the opportunity to partially roll up the sleeves of her shirt. 

“Ten seconds!” Sabrina’s voice called out.

Joshua stepped back and turned towards Vanessa. Their eyes locked as she took a pair of cuffs from him. She took the lead and snapped one of the cuffs around her wrist making sure it was secured above the rolled material. Vanessa glanced at her wrist and back up at Joshua. His face didn’t change at all, but his eyes conveyed his understanding. They sat down back to back as Sabrina ordered and snapped the other cuffs into place. Though it was difficult, they were able to complete their task with a few seconds to spare.

Sabrina grinned maniacally at the trio in triumph. She kicked Alec in the back of the knees knocking him to the ground. The air rushed out of Alec’s lungs as his chest slammed into the ground. Joshua growled and tried to move forward to break his fall but being handcuffed to Vanessa made that impossible. Sabrina leaned down and pushed Alec’s body over until it rested just by the other two.

“Just lay there or I’ll kill you.” Sabrina’s voice was cold. As she stood up Alec’s pendant swung a bit from her neck. Vanessa’s eyes locked on to it immediately.

“What are you doing with that?” Vanessa demanded.

“You mean this?” Sabrina asked as she palmed the pendant and tucked it under her shirt. “Alec was kind enough to give it to me. He’s so sweet.”

“You better enjoy it now you fucking bitch because I’ll be taking it back in about sixty seconds.” Joshua’s voice definitely inspired fear.

“How brave of you! It’s so romantic to see a man defend the person he loves.” Sabrina cooed as she stood in front of Joshua. The color drained slightly from his face at her words. “Didn’t think I heard you talking to yourself in your office? I just don’t understand how you could think you loved someone after one quick fuck?”

“It would be pointless for me to explain something like emotions to a heartless bitch like you.” Joshua snarled at her.

“Complimenting me won’t be saving anyone’s life tonight, Joshua.” Sabrina’s cold laugh echoed in the tunnel. She retrieved a small black box from her pants pocket. “All I have to do is press one little button and this tunnel is going to disappear in one very large explosion. I hope the three of you can swim.”

“You aren’t enough of a bad ass to just shoot us?” Alec groaned as he rolled into a sitting position. “You didn’t seem to mind killing Paige.”

“I didn’t kill Paige.” Sabrina’s voice hardened as she trained her gun on him. “Sit up against your friends, stud. It’s just about time to die.”

Alec slid into place with his back against Joshua and Vanessa. His body tingled from the connection with Joshua. He felt a hand grip both of his hands. Alec realized that Vanessa and Joshua think alike because they each grabbed one of his hands. He couldn’t tell though whose grip was firmer because it felt like both of his hands were going to break from the pressure on them. Alec felt one of the hands shift and felt an arm brush against his palm.

He wrapped his hand around the arm and felt a roll of material. Alec kept his smile to himself. Leave it to Vanessa to figure a quick way out of her cuffs. Alec took his time to unroll the material because he didn’t want to make too much movement. Sabrina circled the three of them and was watching them intently.

“You’re lying about Paige.” Joshua’s sexy baritone voice broke the silence. “I didn’t kill her and I know Alec and Vanessa didn’t. So that just leaves you.”

“I told you that I didn’t kill Paige!” Sabrina screamed at him. Her pacing stopped and she stood facing the group. Alec’s back was to her, but he could sense the rage in Sabrina. 

“You’re so full of shit. You killed her and now you think you’re going to take care of us.” Alec growled at her. Alec’s body tensed as he heard Joshua grunt in pain.

“Keep it up, smart ass, and you’re going to watch your man die very slowly in front of you.” Sabrina exclaimed. 

“I’ll kill you right now, bitch!” Alec yelled. He struggled to get up when he felt Joshua grip his hand even harder.

“I’m okay, Alec. It was just a punch to the jaw.” Joshua’s voice calmed him done slightly. “She’s just like an annoying fly buzzing around. It’s almost time to swat her.”

“I still don’t understand why you killed Paige.” Vanessa’s voice echoed in the tunnel drawing the attention to her. “Something must have happened for you to get mad enough to kill your partner. She must have been the brains of the operation. You don’t strike me as intelligent enough to work on your own.”

Sabrina lashed out and hit Vanessa in the back of the head. Vanessa allowed her body to rock forward from the hit. Alec had been able to unroll the material on one of her arms and the pressure of her body moving forward was enough to almost pull her hand free from the cuff. Luckily she hadn’t locked the cuff as tight as Sabrina thought, and she would have that cuff off in seconds.

“I’m sick of repeating myself.” Sabrina’s voice had started to sound a bit hysterical. “I did NOT kill Paige.”

“Then whose body did I find at the falls?” Alec demanded. “We know that Joshua didn’t do it. You can’t work your way out of this one, Dreamcatcher.”

“Did I hear someone mention my name?” A voice echoed from the tunnel’s darkness.

All of their gazes snapped in the direction of the new voice. A figured emerged from the shadows behind a stack of crates. Alec’s breath caught in his throat as his eyes widened in shock. 

“I’m glad I’m not late for the party.” Paige’s voice was sweeter than honey. Her smile widened as she saw the shocked look on everyone’s face. “Now what’s all this talk about me being dead?”



Trinity Ch. 06



“No fucking way.” Alec’s voice mirrored the group’s shock. “I saw you in the water at the falls. You were dead. There wasn’t any heartbeat.”

Paige stood before them obviously alive and well. She smiled at the group as she pulled a box towards them to sit on. She dusted it off with her hand and majestically sat down on it. It was almost like watching a queen holding court. 

“Poor, sweet, impressionable Alec.” Paige sounded like a mother dealing with an unruly child. “There was a heart beat, sweetie, but you just couldn’t feel it.”

“How is that even possible?” Joshua asked. 

“I have one word for you. Atenolol.” Paige sweetly replied. She seemed to enjoy revealing the information to the group. “It’s a beta-adrenergic blocking agent. It helps to block the sympathetic nervous system.”

“In other words, it lowered your heart rate to the point that it was virtually undetectable.” Vanessa smoothly added. “You had to have combined it with other drugs though because it wouldn’t have caused the paralysis that gave your body the appearance of rigor mortis, and you would need something to lower your breathing rate.”

“I’m impressed!” Paige’s laughter echoed over them. “I told Sabrina not to underestimate you, and I was definitely right. I did have to contact some of my friends in the pharmaceutical industry for some help. They were able to combine Atenolol with some experimental drugs that gave me the look I needed. I like to call it my cocktail of death. I had to use some professional special effects makeup to make my skin that pale and my lips so blue, but I think it was worth it.”

“You’re going to be wishing it did kill you by the time we get done with you.” Alec growled at her.

“Normally such a strong man would turn me on, but since you’re going to die soon I won’t waste the energy.” Paige’s voice dripped with honey. “I’m surprised that Joshua didn’t fill you in on just how dangerous I can be. Then again, the two of you don’t really have a history of talking, do you?”

“Someone sounds just a bit jealous.” Vanessa’s voice was so calm that it impressed Joshua and Alec. The woman definitely had an amazing amount of control. “I take it you and Joshua have worked together before, Dreamcatcher.” 

“Yes, we have. My, my, Vanessa, you really are perceptive. What else have you figured out?” Paige asked.

Vanessa was quiet for a moment as a thousand things rushed through her mind. Suddenly all the pieces to the puzzle seemed to be right in front of her, and all she had to do was put them together. An idea started to form in her mind, but Alec beat her to the punch.

“You and Sabrina are here to kill the President.” Alec stated quietly. “But why?”

“I don’t think that really matters now since we aren’t going to have the chance to kill him.” Paige said with a sigh. “But if you really need to know I’ll tell you. I’ve been offered a very prestigious position with one of the best terrorist organizations in the world. Because my position on the other team made them a bit leery about bringing me on board, they requested that I prove my loyalty. I must tell you that I couldn’t think of any greater show of loyalty than killing my country’s leader.”

“You would think that your loyalty would be with the Covenant, and not against it.” Joshua growled.

“I could see how you would think that.” Paige said with a smile. “Unfortunately this group is offering a very lewd amount of money for my services and the Covenant is not.”

“So you would expose the organization just for your own gain?” Alec asked in disgust.

“I didn’t expose anything, Alec. They are under the impression I work for the U.S. government, and I didn’t correct them on that.” Paige replied.

“Why not?” Vanessa questioned. “If you’re going to sell out, why not do it completely?”

“That’s one of the better parts of my plan, Vanessa. I’m glad you asked.” Paige’s smile grew even wider, if that were possible. “Instead of just advising my new bosses of everything I knew, I thought it would be better to just play both sides. I’ll know what activities are planned by the Covenant so I’ll be able to warn my other bosses, and by keeping my knowledge of the Covenant a secret, it will make me more powerful in my new position. They’ll have to come to me if they want to find out if the good guys know what is being planned.”

“How do you think the Covenant finds out what the other side is up to Paige?” Vanessa asked. “We have people everywhere, and I’m sure there are people at your new place that will know exactly who and what you are. It won’t be long before you’re taken out, of course that is if you somehow manage to get away from us.”

Paige reached into her pocket and retrieved a box that looked identical to the one Sabrina had. She set it down in her lap and looked at each of them in turn.

“None of you are going to be getting away. It would be better if the three of you just realized it now. It would make it easier to deal with.” Paige said sweetly. “So Alec, any more thoughts on what happened?”

“We know that you and Joshua have worked together before…” Alec began thoughtfully. All of his thoughts seemed to suddenly focus and he realized what had happened. “You and Sabrina showed up here to take care of the President and unexpectedly ran into Joshua. He had worked with you before so he obviously recognized you. Since he’s Backdraft he would have been expecting two people to show up to help him. He must have assumed that you two were his contacts and he explained the situation to you.”

“Impressive.” Paige gave Alec an amusing smile. “I realized of course that there were two more people coming. So I gave Joshua the same line that I had Sabrina give the two of you about a mole. Luckily he bought it hook, line, and sinker. I was able to talk him into not wearing his pendant since Sabrina and myself weren’t wearing one either. I explained how easy it would have been for you two to spot them. This way we could be undercover and you wouldn’t realize what was going on. I was able to get his pendant from the office safe for Sabrina to use that afternoon. Fortunately he had no clue what was going on.”

“This is all my fault. If I would have kept my eyes open more maybe I would have caught something to tip me off.” Joshua’s voice mirrored the intense frustration he had. 

“You had no reason not to believe them, Joshua.” Alec gripped Joshua’s hand as he spoke. “Who wouldn’t believe a fellow member of the Covenant?”

“My point exactly, handsome!” Paige giggled as she looked at the trio. “The plan was just too perfect for words, however, I underestimated the power of attraction.”

“Alec and Joshua.” Vanessa’s mind had completed the puzzle. “Their attraction was intense enough that Joshua started to doubt what you were saying about Alec. You had Sabrina help you stage your death and you were the one that sent Alec the note. You wanted it to appear as if Joshua had killed you. That caused the three of us to confront each other and gave you the opportunity that you now have.”

“It was too difficult to believe that someone could act as innocent as he was.” Joshua’s voice washed over Alec’s body. “I couldn’t see him being an evil person. Just looking into his eyes was enough for me to start to realize that something wasn’t right. There was no way that anyone could fake what I saw in him.”

“Enough of the mushy shit, please.” Paige’s voice finally lost some of its sweetness. “No matter what you realize now it doesn’t matter. Nothing is going to change the fact that all three of you are going to die.”

Vanessa decided that it was time to end the game. She quietly popped her hand free of one of the handcuffs. She went to grab Alec’s hand and wasn’t surprised to find that Joshua’s hand was there. That was all for the better because she was able to signal both men that it was time for them to do something. Vanessa forced each of them to open their hands, and she signed the word ‘basket toss’ to them.

“Got it?” Vanessa asked out loud.

The men glanced at each other and recognition dawned in their eyes. What Vanessa had planned was a bit far out there, but it was crazy enough it might just work. They had to move quickly though because time was running out.

“Got what?” Paige demanded.

“Ready.” Joshua said as he gripped his still locked hand with Vanessa’s. 

“Let’s do this.” Alec added.

Joshua and Vanessa quickly spun their bodies around and locked their hands together. Alec easily somersaulted backwards and as he finished his roll he positioned his feet over their interlocked hands. Joshua and Vanessa stood up and with a sharp lifting motion they launched Alec into the air towards Paige. As Alec flew through the air he tucked his body and was able to maneuver his hands to the front of his body. As he landed in front of Paige he allowed his body to somersault forward and he used the added momentum to launch his body at Paige. She was able to duck out of the way at the last moment and Alec went crashing into the ground.

While Alec was airborne Joshua grabbed Vanessa’s wrists and nodded towards Sabrina. Vanessa nodded her head in understanding and grabbed his wrists in return. Joshua stepped to the side and Vanessa leapt into a flying kick. Joshua spun her body towards Sabrina so Vanessa’s feet lashed out at the woman’s head. Sabrina was able to jerk backwards in just enough time to miss contact with either of Vanessa’s feet.

“Nice try.” Sabrina said as she laughed.

Joshua locked eyes with Vanessa and nodded his head. As Vanessa landed she allowed her body to continue to turn and Joshua leapt into the air. Sabrina was not prepared for the second assault and his right foot caught her in the side of her head. Her body tilted backwards and she fell to the ground. Joshua landed as smoothly as Vanessa had.

“Awesome move, Vanessa. I didn’t think you had the strength to lift me.” Joshua said with a grin.

“Never underestimate a pissed off woman.” Vanessa replied with a smile. She quickly unrolled her other sleeve and was able to pull her hand free of the cuff. She turned to see Alec trying to fend off Paige even though his hands and feet were still tied. Joshua noticed Sabrina taking off down the tunnel.

“You go help Alec and take care of Paige. I’ll take care of Sabrina.” Joshua said. 

As soon as Vanessa nodded her head in agreement they took off in separate directions. Paige had pulled a gun out and had it trained at Alec. His lip was busted open and blood dripped down his neck. 

“Paige!” Vanessa yelled.

Paige looked up and saw Vanessa running towards them. She quickly kicked Alec in the side and took off down the tunnel. Vanessa pulled the knife from her boot and quickly cut the ropes. 

“I would have cut them myself, but Sabrina saw the knife in my boot and took it.” He wearily replied. “Where’s Joshua?”

“He took off after Sabrina. You and I need to go after the pig.” Vanessa replied. She reached out and ruffled his hair. “Let’s move. He’ll be okay.”

Alec nodded his head in understanding and they took off down the tunnel in pursuit of Paige. They could hear her footsteps echoing in the darkness. It was only a matter of moments before they were running up the stairs of the attraction and were back in the darkness of night. They skidded to a stop and glanced around in search of their target. 

“You have a decision to make.” Paige’s voice echoed in the night and the pair frantically look around to find where her voice was coming from. “You can either try to follow me to kill me or…”

“Or what?” Alec demanded.

“You can try to kill me or you can try to save your boyfriend.” Paige’s laughter echoed through the still night.

“What are you talking about?” Vanessa asked.

As soon as the words left her a mouth the ground violently shook. The sound of a large explosion echoed through the dark night. Water shot into the sky above the ocean and the water’s surface bubbled and hissed with intense heat. Alec’s eyes grew wide as he understood what had just happened. Paige blew up the tunnel.

“I’ll go after Joshua. You can take care of her.” Alec shouted,

He ran back towards the tunnel’s entrance and went down the steps two at a time. Alec rushed towards the tunnel itself, but the security doors were sliding into place. He tried to stop the doors from closing, but he wasn’t nearly strong enough to stop them. The doors slammed shut with a metallic clang. 

“NO!” Alec screamed and punched the doors. He pressed his finger to his ear and activated the earpiece. He just hoped that Vanessa had hers on. “Vanessa! I need the code for the security doors.”

He could tell from her breathing that she was chasing after Paige. She was able to rattle off the number though from memory. Alec quickly opened the access panel and punched in the code. 

“Security clearance is unable to be granted at this time.” A computerized voice spoke. 

Alec punched the code again, but received the same message from the automated voice. He pounded on the doors and tried to open them, but the doors wouldn’t budge. Alec turned to run back up the steps to try the other side of the tunnel when he heard something hitting the door. He spun around to see Joshua’s face in one of the small windows.

“The doors won’t open!” He yelled through the glass. His heart started to break as he saw the blood that covered Joshua’s face. There was a large cut in his scalp that he must have gotten from the explosion.

“I know. It’s because of the explosion.” Joshua hollered. Alec quickly glanced at the window to see if Joshua would fit through it if he broke it. Joshua could see the look on Alec’s face and he shook his head. “I won’t be able to fit through it. Alec, we don’t have much time and you have to go after Paige.”

“I can’t leave you there.” Alec screamed back. “Vanessa can take care of Paige. We have to get you out of there.”

“There isn’t any way. Once the tunnel locks down like this it can’t be opened again for security purposes. You’re going to have to go help Vanessa. Paige is dangerous, but first I have to tell you something.” Joshua’s face was a mask of pain. “I never meant to hurt you, Alec. I really thought that something special was happening between us. Somewhere deep in my heart I knew that you and Vanessa had to be good because…because…”

“Because why?” Alec’s voice was raw with emotion.

“Because somehow, someway…” Joshua paused. “I could feel myself starting to fall for you. You’re not like anyone I’ve every met. The way you made me feel at the falls was…was beyond anything I could have every imagined.”

Joshua placed his hand flat up against the window. Alec could see something in his palm and he leaned closer to see what it was. Alec’s chest tightened with emotion as he saw what was pressed against the glass. Somehow Joshua had gotten Alec’s pendant back from Sabrina. Alec couldn’t stop the tears that welled up in his eyes as he pressed his hand against the glass.

“I know what you are saying.” Alec replied. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone, and even though it seemed to happen so fast, I wouldn’t change it for anything. God damn it, I wish there was something we could do.” 

“I do too, Alec, I do too.” Joshua sadly replied. He pulled his hand back and placed Alec’s pendant around his neck. Alec went to say something else, but his eyes widened his shock. “What is it?”

“BEHIND YOU!” Alec yelled. 

Alec watched in horror as pieces of the tunnel began to fall and a huge amount of water rushed towards Joshua. Alec began pounding on the doors and frantically looked around for something to pry them open with. 

“Go help Vanessa, Alec.” Joshua yelled to him. Alec shook his head. He couldn’t leave Joshua there. “GO BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE!”

Alec took one last look at Joshua and gave him a weak smile. He knew that Joshua was right and as much as he didn’t want to accept it, he knew that he had to go. Alec placed his hand on the glass one more time and turned and ran back up the steps. He could no longer hold back the tears that rolled down his cheeks. Rage rolled through his body as he raced to find Vanessa. He hoped that she hadn’t finished off Paige yet. It was a task that he was more than happy to do himself.

“Vanessa, come in!” Alec called out as he rushed through the park. He pressed his finger harder against the earpiece trying to hear. Alec didn’t hear anything but the sound of rushing water. They were back at the waterfall.

Alec pushed his body harder than he ever had. He had no choice in losing Joshua tonight, and he refused to let Vanessa go. His legs were on fire as he ran through the park. Tree branches and bushes scraped and cut him as he ran through the jungle. He had to get there in time. Alec slowed down as he reached the clearing and he could see Vanessa and Paige standing in the water. Paige had somehow gotten hold of a gun and was aiming it at her.

*  *  *

Vanessa was on the verge of exhaustion. She had chased Paige through the park and wasn’t surprised when they ended up back at the falls. They fought long and hard in the clearing when Paige suddenly dove into the water. Vanessa followed her, but wasn’t able to find the woman. Paige resurfaced with a gun in her hand. She must have somehow planted it in the water or by the falls somewhere.

“Any last words, Vanessa dear?” Paige sinisterly asked.

“Fuck you.” Vanessa spat at her. She tried to keep her face as smooth as possible as she saw Alec enter the clearing. Her heart dropped though when she saw that Joshua wasn’t with him. She had been afraid that he wouldn’t have gotten the security doors open in time. “You make me sick, Paige, and I’m going to enjoy watching you suffer.”

“I’m not the one that’s going to suffer, Vanessa. Alec will be the one to suffer. First, he had to watch his boyfriend die, and now he’s going to find your body floating in the water.” Paige said with an evil smile. Alec dashed towards Paige, but the woman had heard the movement and she spun around. She quickly fired off one shot and Alec dropped to the ground.

“NO!” Vanessa screamed and began to move towards her brother. Paige spun back towards Vanessa and trained the gun on her. 

“Looks like Alec changed my plans. Oh well, looks like you get to suffer then.” Paige smirked at Vanessa.

“I’m going to kill you, bitch!” Vanessa yelled. 

“This will be more fun though, Vanessa. At least you have a chance with me because you’re tough and know what it’s like to kill.” Paige sighed. “Poor Alec probably never killed anyone before.”

“There’s a first time for everything.”

Paige’s eyes widened in shock and she spun around at the sound of Alec’s voice. She glanced at him and realized that he wasn’t bleeding at all. Her shot must have missed him, but before she could fire off another round Alec’s fist connected with her jaw with a sickening crack. She felt her body pitch backwards, but Alec grabbed her before she hit the water. His hand reached out and yanked the gun from her hand.

“You couldn’t kill me, Alec.” Paige’s voice still sounded sugary sweet. “Joshua wouldn’t want you to kill me.”

“Well, why don’t we ask him?” Alec coldly asked Paige. He didn’t wait for her to respond. “Wait a minute, we can’t do that now can we? That’s right. You killed him and now it’s time I return the favor.”

“Alec, we both know that you could never…”

Paige’s voice was drowned out by the sound of the gunshot that echoed through the night air. Blood dripped from the bullet hole that appeared between Paige’s eyes. Her body took one final breath as it fell backwards into the water. Alec turned to the side and emptied his stomach.

“Make sure she’s dead.” Alec’s voice was hoarse and raw.

Vanessa watched as her brother stumbled towards dry land. She hated Paige for taking away Alec’s innocence. Vanessa didn’t kid herself in thinking that Alec would hang on to his innocence forever, but she knew that he had to have lost Joshua tonight. She could tell just from the look in his eyes that he wasn’t able to save Joshua. Vanessa watched as Alec emptied what was left in his stomach once he hit dry land. She looked down at the woman floating in the water and her jaw tensed. Vanessa reached down and placed her hands on the woman’s head and with one sharp pull she broke her neck.




Trinity Ch. 06



“You’re not coming back again, bitch.” Vanessa spat.

*  *  *

Vanessa sat in their living room back at home and zoned out to the movie that was playing. It had been almost three weeks since they came back from the island and things weren’t going well at all. She had expected Alec to be upset and possibly a bit withdrawn, but she hadn’t expected him to lock himself away.

Upon their return to the house, Muse informed them that they were being given a three-month vacation because of their last mission. They had effectively stopped an attempt on the President’s life, and they had eliminated two potential threats to the Covenant’s safety. As happy as Vanessa was of their success, she wasn’t happy about the effect it had on Alec.

He only left his room to train and to eat, and the training regimen he was working with was more intense than ever before. Alec had been well built before, but now his body was adding even more muscle on top of what he already had. He would barely talk to her and she wasn’t sure how to reach him. Vanessa tried going to him a few times already, but she would just receive the brush off from him.

Vanessa could understand the pain he was going through, and she would bet money that this grieving process most likely involved their parents somehow as well. She knew that Alec was still dealing with their loss and having lost Joshua probably made that even worse. She didn’t feel shutout from her brother like she thought she would. Vanessa realized that Alec was going through a lot and she was more than willing to give him his space. She hoped that he would come to her at some point.

Vanessa was shaken out of her thoughts as a huge clap of thunder echoed through the sky. The house shook from the force of the sound, and Vanessa pulled her blanket a bit tighter around her. Listening to the sound of the storm raging outside brought back memories. Her and Alec used to sit on his balcony and drink hot chocolate and watch the storms. The way the house was situated the rain never hit his balcony. 

She made her way into the kitchen and started making the hot chocolate. She hoped that maybe this was her way to get through to Alec. Just as she was placing the hot mugs on a tray the lights in the house went out as a very loud crack of thunder echoed in the night. Vanessa turned around to grab a flashlight and she bumped into Alec.

“Damn it, Alec, you scared me!” She yelled at him and punched his arm.

“My sister, the big bad spy, afraid of some thunder?” Alec said with a small smile. He saw the tray and mugs on the counter. “Seems like we were thinking along the same lines. You want to head up to the balcony?”

Vanessa nodded her head and they slowly made their way up through the house. They pulled a love seat out of Alec’s sitting room and put it on the balcony. The pair sat under a blanket sipping their hot chocolate and watching nature’s beauty. They could see that the whole neighborhood was without power. The lights in their house remained off even though their backup generator kicked on within seconds of the power going off. Muse automatically kept the lights off during those times, otherwise it would appear odd that their house had power when the rest of the block was out.

“Are you okay?” Vanessa quietly asked.

“Yeah.” Alec said with a sigh. “I’m sorry that I’ve been in such a funk, but…”

“It’s ok, tiger.” Vanessa jumped in as her brother’s voice trailed off. “You’ve been through a lot, and I just wanted to make sure you knew that I was here. It’s tough losing someone like that. Besides, you have to deal with your first kill.”

“Killing Paige hasn’t affected me at all, sis.” Alec softly said. “Losing Joshua was a lot more painful than I could ever imagine. I know that something could have developed. I could feel it, Nessa, and with everything else that was going on we never even had a chance.”

“At least you have some beautiful memories to remember it by.” She gave her brother a wink and a large smile. 

“You mean some unbelievably, hot, beautiful memories.” Alec said with a laugh.

The pair continued to watch the storm for the next hour. The power had finally been restored and Muse gave a report explaining that all was well. Vanessa stretched as a strong gust of wind blew across the balcony. The wind chimes loud music broke the easy silence the pair shared. Alec glanced over at the chimes and then back to his sister.

“It could just be my bad mood, but do the chimes sound odd to you?” Alec questioned her.

“They definitely sound off. They sound almost dull.” Vanessa agreed.

Alec sighed as he stood up and stretched his tall, lean frame. He walked over to the chimes and noticed they were all tangled up. He began the task of untangling the mess and a bright flash of lightning lit up the darkness. Alec’s breath caught in his throat as the light illuminated the wind chimes. His fingers worked faster at untangling the strings. After a few moments he had been able to get it fixed and he gently lifted something from the chimes. He walked back over to Vanessa.

“What’s wrong, tiger?” Vanessa was worried about Alec’s expression.

He didn’t answer her at all. Instead he reached out for her hand and opened it. Alec carefully placed something into her hand. Vanessa looked down and gasped.

“How did your pendant get here?” Vanessa asked. “I thought Sabrina had taken it.”

Alec removed his pendant from Vanessa’s hand and placed it around his neck. He pressed its cool metal against his chest. Alec’s eyes filled up with tears and his breath caught in his throat.

“I don’t know, Nessa. The last time I saw it Joshua had put it around his own neck.” Alec’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “He must have found a way to survive. He’s the only other person that knows about the chimes besides you. Joshua made it.”

Vanessa hugged her brother hard against her. She was so happy for him. Alec seemed to be adjusting after his first difficult mission, and somehow, someway, the man he cared about survived the impossible. Vanessa did have one concern about the entire situation. Why didn’t Joshua just give it back to him if he were alive? Why would he just leave it there instead of seeing Alec? She didn’t mention any of these fears to Alec. No matter what happened, Vanessa would remain by her brother’s side. Only time would tell what the future would hold for each of them.

***This is the end of this part of the Trinity Series. Another part will be coming in the next few months. Thank you for the feedback, and if I haven't responded to your feedback please resend it, my computer crashed and I've lost a lot of stuff. Thank you for all of your support!!***