4 comments/ 10583 views/ 1 favorites Red: The 2nd By: Interexting -Author's Note- An edit of the original, with some grammatic corrections and an extra end-bit from where I last left off. The entire story is incredibly long, and focuses more on character development then sex. There's a constant flow of sexual material, like public nudity and topless wrestling, but no actual sex for long intervals. I'll be posting more chapters of this story at my best convience, since it currently isn't even half-way finished, and I'd like to keep some gap between what goes online and what gets written so I have some time for a little remodling. Hopefully the characters will be loveable and seductive enough to attract your interest for the entire adventure. Best wishes, Interexting. -End Author's Note- Shene was playing at the beach with her friend, Dana. The two had a fun game where they teased the men on the beach with their scandalously cropped clothing; panties that bored on G-strings, bras several sizes too small, and those patented, teenage-brand pouts that would attract perverts for miles. The teasing was usually very subtle, like pretending to drop something and bending over to grab it, with their almost bare rears directed at the target, then continuing on like nothing irregular had happened. Other times it was a bit more obvious, like when they were asking question, twisting their bodies in sexy and revealing poses that was a failsafe way to reduce any straight man into a stammering mess. After the usual rounds to find new men to tease, they both met up at their pink blanket by the lake. Dana came giggling over to Shene, her marvelous rack swinging back and forth with each step. "Something good happen Dana?" she asked while she leaned back, working on tanning 80% of her body while listening to Dana's story. Dana pushed her long brown hair behind her shoulders and began. "Well I went to ask this one guy who was helping his son make a moat, but like a big moat, you know, two feet across, six inches wide, four or so down, whatever. So I asked him about where the bath..." she stopped, uncontrollable giggles piercing her speech. "Where the bathrooms..." A second time she stopped, her hysterical titters hindered proper speech. "I get it, go on." Shene said, opening her eyes and glancing at the curvy brunette. "He fell into the moat when he saw me, and his wife got reallly mad." she said finally, flopping onto the blanket in a fit of giggles. Shene smiled, she was sure the description didn't do the actual event justice. "Guess you had to be there." she said. "Oh, Come on! That was funny as hell! It was all... "SPLOOSH!" And his wife's jaw hit the ground. Come on, it was hilarious." Dana explained. "I'm sure it was Dana." The blue haired girl sympathized, patting her friends head. Dana was probably a D cup, she hadn't asked, and was wearing tight black top that went down her mid-section to above her belly button. There was a tear in it though, just above her left tit that showed a tennis ball sized hole. She wore a black skirt made of the same material, split up the sides to her hip. Her bangs went too just above her eyes and her soft brown hair trailed to down to the bottom of her shoulder blades. She sighed, relishing in the physical attention like a cat. "I wish we could do this all day." she mumbled. Shene was about to say "You can, it's a PA day at your college.", when the gears mis-clicked in her brain. She had school too. "Shit! What time's it Dana?" "Uhh, almost eight." "Double shit! Gotta run!" Shene yelled, grabbing her purse and tearing away from the beach and back to her hectic real life. She hopped the sandbar back onto the concrete and, fumbling madly as she sped down the road, she pulled a red T-shirt from her purse. "Oh no." she moaned, taking a sharp right at the T-intersection, almost getting hit by some jerk in a Jetta. This was the shirt she was going to wear to school, and didn't want to get sand in it. Her beach shirt and school pants were back in the locker room. Now remember that she was wearing an almost G-string bikini that might as well show her entire ass. Jamming the shirt back into her purse, she reached into one of the side flaps and pulled out her phone, speed-dialing Dana. "Wuzzup miss tardy-pants?" she teased. "You're the tard. I forgot my clothes in locker 28, can you please grab them for me so I can pick them up at lunch?" Hysterical laughter on the other line, this was even funnier then the father falling face-first fiasco. "Oh, OH MY GOD." Dana gasped, bursting out into a second fit of hilarity. "Your... Your bathing suit!" she spouted delightedly, and then a loud clattering noise emanated through the phone as Dana dropped it onto her purse by accident. "And I'm the tard?" she giggled, no longer sounding like laughter but more so sick to her stomach with the overwhelming comedy of Shene's predicament. "Don't you think I know that? Dear God, Mr Sun is going to flay me alive. Kevin too." "Kev-BAHAHAHAHA!" she blared into the cell phone. Kevin was, in Shene's opinion, an obnoxious pervert who can't keep his meaty hands to himself. In his opinion, Kevin was a charming man who enjoyed the company of his female classmates. "Ugh, I'm going to have such a rotten day. Just make sure to get my stuff please." she moaned, closing the phone and slipping it back into her purse. This obviously wasn't going to be her day. The day belonged to Rett. Rett was a somewhat tall, wide built boy with glasses. If he lost some weight, he could've been on the football team. He wasn't fat, but somewhere between a gut and a six-pack, and had wide-set shoulders and naturally beefy arms. He had been described, by someone in grade 11, as a "nerdy brick-house." He was in Mr Sun's Grade 12 English class, which started at eight o'clock a.m. with the rest of the school. And he, unlike Shene, was on time. "Good morning class. Today we will be beginning our Shakespear unit." the middle-aged Japanese teacher droned in an un-accented and smooth voice, taking the white and red attendance sheet from the top of the work pile. He ran down the list of names slowly, and the attractive blue head burst through the door just as he called for Yencer. Rett noticed with a shock she was wearing just a red shirt and a revealing bikini bottom, the shirt was just short enough so it couldn't cover it. "Sorry I'm late, Mr Sun. I lost track of time." she gasped, her face lit with embarrassment. Several snickers passed through the classroom as she meekly took her seat. Mr Sun cleared his throat, deciding that she had embarrassed herself enough to bother bringing up her indecent school attire. "Shene, you know my regards toward tardiness. I'll see you back here at 3:00 p.m.." he said, slightly irritated. "Yes, sir." she mumbled. 'Poor Shene.' Rett thought, opening the English lesson on his desk. Mr Sun returned to the attendance sheet and finished reading off it, asking Cladan to deliver it to the main office. "Now as I was saying, we're starting our Shakespear unit today. The man was a literary genius, writing as many..." Rett tuned out at this point, he usually picked up the gist of the information as it drifted in one ear before it flew out the other. His brain was a natural sponge. 'I wonder why Shene's wearing such a skimpy bikini bottom.' he thought. 'Did it on a dare. Lost a bet. Forgot her pants. Laundry day.' He ran through the possibilities, then he remembered she said she 'lost track of time', which conjured up a whole new list. "...working on the screenplay of "Romeo and Juliet". Read Chapter 1 and then answer the questions on Page 2 of your booklet." Mr Sun finished. The book was under the chairs, and each student now reached under as well to get the thick play-write. Rett sat the spine of the book on his knee opened the cover, flipping through the pages to Chapter 1. He buzzed through it, reading a page and a half into Chapter 2 before he realized he'd finished, and closed the book. Sliding the book back under his chair into the basket attached to the bottom of the seat, he flipped to Page 2 in his red booklet and spotted the question sheet. "1. Why is Romeo distressed at the beginning of Chapter 1?" it asked. He scribbled the answer in a legible cat-scratch. "Because his old girlfriend dumped him." Then he remembered he had to write in complete sentences, so he erased it and rewrote it. It was a general rule that when you completed a page and no further instruction was given, you simply moved onto the next one. By the time Rett was on Page 7, Shene tapped him on the shoulder, she conveniently sat to his right. He turned his head, and was an unintended victim of her earlier game. Her shirt fit tightly over her large breasts, her spotless legs lay under her desk, her left hand was trying to stretch the shirt over her small bikini bottom. "Can you help me?" she asked, her face less blush then when she walked in, but still noticeably flushed. "S-Sure." he stammered. "Well, I'm a bit stuck for this question here, um, Question 4 on Page 5. It asks "How do you think---" "I can read, I can read." he answered with a small grin, reading the question off her paper. "Erm... Well, you have to try and find out what kind of person Romeo is, and see how he'd react to it." he replied. "Well, I'm not really sure what he's like. I don't really understand him." "Well I don't either, but if you get the gist of what they're saying then you can translate and analyze their personality. What kind of person does Romeo strike you as?" "Umm... He's kinda sweet." she thought about it. "So how do you think a sweet person would respond to that?" "Hmm. Thanks." She said, smiling sweetly. "No problem." He reassured, as he returned to his own lesson. His mind groaned at the mental image of Shene's hot body and her beautiful face. Rett was truthfully mortified of girls, so much that he managed to keep face in front of them, too embarrassed to risk clamming up. Of course, near naked-from-the-waist-down Shene sitting a foot away could make an exception. He kept his poker face on when he was around girls, to reiterate, only letting his mind wander over the infinite possibilities, or simply just awing at their complexion, when they were gone. He trained his mind on his work; He could think about Shene later. ...The bell rang, and Mr Sun dismissed the class. Shene hurried to the door and turned the knob. Kevin was beside her quickly. "Hello Shene. Have fun at the beach this morning?" he asked, hugging her around the shoulders. "How do you know I didn't go to the pool?" she asked slightly accusingly, and pulling his hands off her shirt. "Because there's still sand on your butt." He admitted with a chuckle. Her cheeks turned from vague pink to vague red. "Can I get the sand off for you?" Kevin asked with helpful innocence that was blatantly fake. She was out the door before he had even finished. "Lay off her, you're not making her life any easier." Rett admonished as he slung his backpack over her shoulder. "Whatever Matt." He dismissed, tossing his hand at him as Mr Sun left for the washroom. "It's Rett." He grumbled to himself, now the near last person in the classroom. He was about to leave, glancing back at the classroom before he began another academic endeavor, when he noticed Shene had left her purse behind. He thought about bringing it to her, but he got teased enough in school, lugging around a purse would be a nail in the coffin. 'I wonder what's in the purse.' He thought. Girls didn't make sense to him. Well, they did, in a technical way, but he didn't really understand all the things they did. 'A cell phone, makeup, money... maybe some tampons.' He ran through the mental checklist, trying to bore himself of this concept. Failing and hating himself, he unzipped her purse and checked inside. 'Mints. Why didn't I think of that?' he pondered as he brushed aside some Tic-Tac's. There was a small piece of paper written on it under them. It looked like it had been written on larger line paper, but cut down to the smallest required size. "Forever Gold Falcon." It said, in fancy cursive. Oh, how it begins. Slightly weirded out, he put the paper back in her purse and zipped it up, heading back for the door. Lucky he had finished when he did; Shene bumped into him in the hall. "Forgot my purse." she said, holding the back of her shirt down to hide her 90%-exposed ass. Rett couldn't help staring. Just as she turned around, he averted his eyes and walked to his next class. "I'm never going to get that image out of my head." He groaned. And for the whole day, until 3:30 p.m., he didn't. But he knew what would clear his mind of the school-related wardrobe mishap, a trip to the beach with his friend Droy. The reason for these odd names, Rett, Droy, Shene, Cladan, Yencer and the like is that around the time of their birth, in the '20's, their parents were undergoing a second "psychedelic" phase, dreaming up unique names that were usually alterations of traditional ones. The fad died down in the late 20's and was officially deceased by the early '30's, the children born in that time now historical markings for the blip in lucid living. The MC1R outbreak coincided with the short-lived period of abstract names. "Oh, the beach. Such a nice place. It's warm. There's lots of people out here. Ooh, hello handsome!" Droy spewed. "God." Rett muttered. Droy was gay, and he knew that Rett hated it when he acted overly-homosexual. It was sort of a running joke that you couldn't call him on. "Oh lighten up Rett. Get yourself a soda." he waved a $5 in front of his face. Rett looked up. "Don't leave without saying goodbye." he warned, grabbing the wrinkled bill and walking over to the open bar. 'Fuck soda, I want a beer.' He thought. Even though the drinking age was 19, his birthday was only a week away. "Can I get a Heineken?" Rett asked, throwing the fiver on the counter. "Sure." the gruff man behind the counter said, in a voice like sandpaper. Ten seconds later, his fiver had manifested into a 355ml can of Heineken and two Abe's. Thankful he didn't ask for ID, Rett popped the tab and downed the refreshing alcohol. He walked down the sandy back 40, half way done his beer, he spied Rana and Mia waving at him. Mia, a peppy black haired young thing, was leaning over Rana, a bottle of sun tan lotion in her left hand and waving with her right. Her pink bra was askew, the strap sliding down her right arm, and her jiggling masses were pressed against Rana's completely exposed butt, who was in fact wearing a thong. Rana was lying on her belly, her bra unfastened and her arms resting on the sand and her chin, exposing a massive sideboob that made it look like she had bigger jugs then Mia. Rana's face was stunning, her beautiful brown eyes looking up at him with friendliness, her awesome grin turning his knees to Jell-O. Meanwhile, Rett's penis almost exploded. He crunched his Heineken and dropped it, the can still half full. "Don't fuck up." he kept repeating to himself as he walked up to the girls, applying his poker-face instinctively. "Can I help either of you?" he asked. "Yes, hi. I'm Mia, and this is my friend Rana." The girl on top said. "Hey there." Rana waved hello. "Listen, try not to freak out, but we know you read that paper. You know what it means?" "Er... Paper?" he asked. "The one in Shene's purse." Mia repeated, getting up and walking over to Rett. "Do you know what it means?" She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her warm body against his. "...No. It just said "Forever Gold Falcon.", is that some kind of game or cult or something?" he confessed. "OK Matt." she whispered in his ear. "It's Rett." he corrected, putting his right arm on her back and relishing in the tingling feeling it set through his body. "Run along now, I'm sure you and your friend will want to have a lot more fun on the beach." she said with a cute wink. She walked back to Rana, pouring some on the lotion on her hand and rubbing it on her back. Rana sighed contentedly and let her arms go slack, resting her cheek against the sand. Rett's mind was buzzing, mainly with thoughts of "What the fuck just happened?" and "Are they lesbians?" His pants began vibrating, though not for reasons pertaining to the girls, and he fished through his pocket for the cellphone. Droy had sent him a text message. "Goodbye" it read. He had decided to run off with a potential 'friend' to the gym. "Smartass." Rett mumbled, pocketing the slim Motorola. With Droy abandoning him and the Rana/Mia thing unnerving him, he decided to cut back home. He had achieved his initial goal though; Shene's butt was no longer the forefront of his thoughts. ...In his room, in the apartment room 1021, the top floor, his mind betrayed Mia's instructions to 'not freak out'. How the girls knew about him and the paper was disturbing. 'Stupid secret service conspiracy bullshit.' He surmised the incident. He had seen a lot of conspiracy movies and heard a lot of theories and was just too detached to give a rat's ass. The thought that this was happening to him made him irate. Looking for answers, he turned on his computer monitor and typed in "Forever Golden Falcon" into the internet search box and scanned the results. Nothing. He cut out 'Forever'. Still, nothing significant. Blood temperature steadily rising, he typed in "Mia and Rana." The only thing of interest was a lesbian website featuring two MILF's. He switched off his monitor and stomped on the floor, taking deep breaths when most of the anger was transmitted from him and into the carpeted floor. He had a long fuse, but it set off an A-bomb. "Everything alright, Rett?" his mother asked him from below. "...Fine Mom. Just killing a spider." he lied, rubbing his forehead. 'Shower.' Rett's brain ordered. He hopped into the bathroom and locked the door, taking off his glances and clothes. He stepped into the shower and stared at his giant bush, wondering what he was going to do. It started growing about five years ago and he'd never bothered shaving; he was terrible at doing it on his face and he didn't want to accidentally slice open his cock. But it muffled the skin beneath it, making him sweat, which in turn made him itchy. And society generally frowned on scratching your groin in public. Shaking the thoughts from his brain, he turned the tap for the shower over to the HOT side and leaned his head back as the water blasted him in the face. He wasn't very big on showers, mostly since he had to take them at seven a.m., but sometimes they were great stress relievers. He spent the next fifteen minutes bathing in the relaxing water, applying his shampoo and bodywash, finally turning off the tap at half past four. He opened the shower door slightly, grabbing the big towel and wrapping it around his waist. Outside the shower, an angel was checking herself in the mirror. She had bright pink, almost purple, hair that a bright yellow halo hovered atop, her fingers wrapped around Colts and encased in buckled arm gloves, a red belt holding up a black skirt that showed her white panties while she leaned as she was, and a skimpy top that covered her tits with a vertical line along both the middles. She caught his eye in the mirror, it was a watered-down pink, and she turned around. Rett didn't have enough time to wonder why she was here or who she was. Freaking out, he punched her in the face. She fell back only with the force Rett did the punch with, gravity defying her fortitude. He grabbed on of her pig tails and her left leg, throwing her to the floor and sitting on top of her. Now feeling relatively safer, he demanded "Who are you? How did you get in here?" and in a blinding flash of pink and black, he was thrown against the shower wall with a Colt pressed against his forehead. "Quit thumping around up there!" his mother admonished. Rett saw his life flash before his eyes; his fifth birthday with a cartoon character cake, taking the training wheels off his bike, the hospital (not related to the bike), etc. The angel angrily wiped the blood from her nose. "That hurt." she informed curtly. "Please don't kill me." he requested politely. Her expression turned even sourer and he closed his eyes for the white light. Red: The 2nd "Jerk." she finally said, smacking him hard on the right side of his head with the gun. "Oww! Who are you anyways?" "Justice. Chief Escort." she stuck out her hand. "You're an escort?" he asked, taking the term out of context. "Escort. Chauffeur. Delivery girl. Whatever." "Ohh." He awed in realization. "What?" she glanced at him accusingly. "N-Nothing. Nothing." He cleared his throat. "How'd you get in?" "There's a hole in your roof." she said casually, opening the bathroom door without unlocking it, wood and plaster exploding from the door frame onto the tiled floor. "I'm... going to have to pay for that." he groaned. "Well, listen, Justice. I'm..." he trailed off, taking two steps from his bathroom to the bedroom, staring at the hole in the ceiling the size of an XL pizza, it looked like it had been burned through by a laser. "Come on." she said, grabbing his arm by the elbow. "Hey, hey! In case you haven't noticed, I'm a little underdressed. And you're MY escort?" he yelled, darting into his closet. "Yes." "Yes WHY?" "Many reasons." "Tell me! Or I'm not going." he shouted angrily. "Rett who are you talking to?" His mom questioned him unbelievably. Justice's hand smashed through the wooden slat door and jumped to his throat. "You forget I'm the one with the gun." "You're not going to kill me. The person who sent you wouldn't have it." Rett wished he was as confident as he sounded. "I'm not going to kill you. Maybe pop you in the shin, sure, but not kill you." she explained almost soothingly, her hand retracting like a snake. 'Callous bitch.' he thought, snickering inwardly as he slipped on a pair of briefs, blue jeans, and a white button up shirt. He pushed open the door. "Alright I'm ready. Now where the hell are we going?" "Outside." she answered simply. She put both her hands on Rett's waist and threw him into the air. He soared through the hole, landing on the roof and pulling his feet through. Justice did a big jump up to the hole, grabbing on with one hand and then back flipping outside. "Where are you taking me?" "Paris and back." "I mean it. Tell me." he said, gripping her shoulder hard. Justice scoffed, swatting his hand aside effortlessly. "If you must know, its top secret. Now shut up before I have to tranq you." Before he could respond, she had thrown a blue bandana over his face and tied it around his eyes securely. "What the hell is this?" he yelped, reaching up to pry the foreign garment off his face. "Easy! It's so you don't know where I'm taking you, doofus. That's what top secret means." she clarified snappishly, handcuffing his arms behind him, putting herself between the handcuffs and his back. "What are you doing?" he asked curiously. "What? You don't expect me to carry you the whole way, do you. You're heavy. So I'm latching you to me. Try not to slide off. It's a 400-foot drop." "You're flying? What, jetpack?" Rett asked. He didn't get an answer, Justice was busy sliding a backpack jetpack on her shoulders, and flipped the switch on the homing device. The dual thrusters lifted the pair off the roof of the ten-foot apartment and hundred-foot apartment building, steering them via GPS co-ordinates already plotted. Rett conjoined his hands above the jet pack for added security. "How long is the ride supposed to be?" he asked casually, trying to keep his head from touching her boobs. "Dunno." she dismissed. One minute later, he asked another question. "Why do they want me?" "Dunno." she repeated. "Is it part of your job to be a bitch, Justice?" "My job is to bring people to my boss. Anything in between is my business, and if I'm having a crappy day, I'M ALLOWED TO BE A BITCH!!" she yelled in his ear. "You think today's bad, wait until Karma finds you." He mumbled sourly, his ears ringing painfully. Five minutes later, the jetpack's dual thrusters bent upwards and began a descent into the earth. "Are we here?" "No. I'm just stopping for donuts." she answered in the traditional sarcasm, as she touched down in a ditch. A drain pipe emptied into the swamp near her. The public believed it used to spew waste into the swamp, from the manufacturing factory. When ill practices were discovered inside, the company was shut down, demolished, and replaced with several condominiums, and the drain pipe was left, forgotten and functionless. That's what the public believed. Justice uncuffed Rett and shoved him off her, he fell to the spongy earth and yanked his blindfold off. "Where are we?" he asked. She didn't answer, but crawled into the pipe. "Are you coming?" her voice echoed. Rett had an opportunity to run away. He did. And he didn't need to be told that he did. But he couldn't. He'd been closer to a woman then he had his entire life. She had found him, kidnaped him, and was now probably leading him down a secret passage to her boss's top-secret headquarters. The curiosity would literally kill him if he ran away. He sighed, crawling through the pipe after Justice. He had an upskirt view for the first third of the crawl, then the lighting dimmed to the point of pitch black. "OK, stop." he heard her say. He stopped crawling, realizing his knee was sore from rubbing against the hard metal pipe. Justice turned a pen-sized flashlight on and fiddled with the lock for the grate, a portal only she and others like her could unlock, so not just anyone could wander further into the pipe. It clicked and Justice pushed it open, telling him again to follow. They turned right about twenty feet from the last stop. At the end of the tunnel he could see a dull light. Justice popped through the hole and into the moderately lit room. Rett squeezed out behind her. "What is this place?" he asked, the white room, which looked more like it was made of metal than painted white, was lined with wires, red and orange decals, and security cameras adjacent to and pointing at the hole he had crawled out of. Several closed metal apertures lined the lower wall, and a big one lie on the floor. They were labeled, but it a foreign alphabet. "Code?" he asked. Justice once again had no comment. She pressed her hand against a black box mounted on a wall and the room's lighting changed smoothly from white to green. "Can I get a hug, Matt?" she asked, holding out her arms. "Why?" he asked cautiously, she did a very good job of looking cute and innocent, her revealing outfit aiding her cause, but he knew those eyebrows could arch in a menacing fashion that made her entire being a juxtaposition. "I feel lonely." she lied, her regular personality falling between the cracks of her sweetness. "Are you sure---" "Matt, you're hugging me. How you do it is your choice." she snapped. Angry of being bossed around further, he stormed up to her and roughly jammed her body against his in an iron embrace. Two metal clanks. She was probably stomping on the metal disc on the floor. Maybe he was hugging her to hard and she was signaling him to stop. 'Let her suffer', he thought, it's what she got for treating him like shit. Then air whooshed up through his clothes and face as he dropped straight down. He squeezed Justice harder while a vibrant banana-colored light shone around him and made him squint. "Come on Matt, just think of it as a amusement park slide! Wheeeee!" she yelled as the golden cylinder they were cascading down slowly leveled into a 45 degree angle. The tube curved sharply to the left, dropping him from about a foot onto the slab of neon yellow. The speed seemed unnatural to him on this plateau, like he was traveling three times his terminal velocity. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, hoping he wouldn't end up as a smear on this crazy contraption's innards. And just like that. with a shocking stop to his body, he slammed into a cushiony air mattress, Justice unfortunately collided into him. "We're here." she grunted. Rett had a headache. The mattress lowered to horizontal position, then descended through a hole where it was propped. The room was white, like the other room, with red, orange and yellow decals. What looked like low-tech computer monitors, though touch-screen and four times taller than usual, lined the walls, while woman sat in front of them with headsets and microphones attached to their heads and their hands flying across the monitors. "This way." Justice instructed, heaving Rett up from his misshapen form. "This is where you work?" he asked as she dragged him out the door and into a long white hallway. "Mostly." "...Does this have anything to do with the Gold Falcon?" the question cracked him. "Genius finally clues in. Yes, this have shitloads to do with the Gold Falcon. This is the Red Faction Facility, where we Reds work on missions to try and find the Gold Falcon. But the Silvers believe in a motherfucking purple panda." she ranted, Rett taking in every word of this rare outburst of information. "They want to be the first to uncover their deity, and naturally we can't be bested by imbeciles, so now we're at war... Hang on." she trailed off, touching her ear. "Devout religion always leads to violence." Rett noted. "We didn't start this shit-fest." she spat once her hand was back to her side. She pushed open a door next to one that looked like solid gold, walking by a window where a girl with red hair was wrestling with a girl in purple. Red had Purple's left leg under her left arm, making her suck on her size eight boot. Purple looked like she wanted to cry. "What's that?" he asked, mostly for confirmation of his hunch. "The purple chick is a Silver. She has intel that we can use, but Francine isn't a very patient person." "Francine? That's a normal name." "Sometimes the girls like to change their weird ass names. Mine used to be Zephylda." Justice continued as she pushed through the opposite door. "What about guys?" "No guys. It's mostly girls." she said bluntly, then chuckled. "You'll probably like this. Almost all of the attractive girls either work for the Reds or Silvers." "...Somehow I can buy that." he admitted after initial thought. "Oh get out!" "No really. Me and Droy always thought all these girls were in some secret organization that plotted against us." The girl with the halo laughed. 'He's so naive.' she thought. "We try to make the world a better place, not cockblock you and your friend." She pushed another door open, and Rett stepped into the surprisingly serene sunlight. He was on a large balcony above a beautiful vista, the sun shining without a cloud in the sky, roses on the edge of the patio's railing in the corners. A doghouse was in the middle of the marble gazebo. "Wow." Rett awed at the beautiful weather. "Don't get too excited, it's VR, er, Virtual Reality. You know, holograms?" "Oh. Well its very realistic." he grinned. "Well if it weren't, what'd be the purpose?" she asked, walking out of the room. "Where are you going?" "To chill. My job's done." "Will I ever see you again?" Rett, in spite of himself, had grown attached to the temperamental lady. "Probably not." she smirked as the door closed behind her. Rett stared around, confused. There was no one here. 'Now what?' he wondered. Curious, he checked inside the doghouse and accidentally got head butted by the girl coming out. "Oh, sorry about that." she said, touching his shoulder with a kind grin. "Are you OK?" Rett found it hard to keep his usual face. The girl had dazzling purple eyes, or at least one. Her right eye was the size of an eye patch, a small Terminator-style red light glaring at him from the center of it. She was wearing a vest over her white button-up shirt, mirroring Rett's own sans the teal bow tucked between her shirt collars. "Oh, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Commissioner Valejo. Hilli isn't here at the moment so I'll be looking after you until she arrives." "Hi there, Miss Valejo. I'm Rett." he put his best grin and shook her hand. "Valejo sounds Hispanic, but you don't look---" "I get that a lot. It's my husbands name." she beamed. "Oh, well congrats." Rett said awkwardly. "Rett, do you think you could guess my cup size?" The question caught Rett off-guard. "Err... No. I'm terrible with bra sizes." he confessed. "Guess. Doesn't matter if your off or not." "Ehh... 33B?" Her chest, or what he could see of it since half of her body was still inside the doghouse, looked like it was slightly smaller than a cantaloupe "You're not as bad as you think you are." she smiled warmly. A very friendly person, which contrasted to Justice. "Would you like to come in?" "In?" "Yes." More blatant answers where explanations were needed. "Alright." Rett shrugged. Valejo's arm disappeared inside her doghouse and several seconds later, she stood up, cracking her back. Her head was brushing against the top of the doghouse, her breasts just above the marble floor. The thought 'She doesn't have legs.' flickered in his mind until he clued in. "Hologram?" "Smart guy. Come on." she waved, ducking down into the marble. After wondering for a bit how to get in, he decided to sit down and scoot into the doghouse opening, his feet dipping into the marble like air. Soon his entire body was beneath the hologram. "Glad you could make it." Valejo grinned, wrapping her arm around his shoulders and guiding him to a table. "Want a drink or snack?" she asked. "No thanks. Justice's detour usurped my appetite." "Ah, well I'd hate to "usurp" it even further." she smiled behind her hand. "You're a mother." Rett said confidently, pointing at her. "Guilty. How'd you know?" "That's something MY mother would do. Don't tell me there's another group of all mothers called the Greens and the Blues." Valejo covered her mouth with her hand, trying to hold back the giggles. She cleared her throat when it passed. "Lets get down to the business. I train most of the new operatives for the Reds. Even though Hilli probably wanted to see you on a formality, it would impress her if you completed the training course." "Training course?" he questioned. He almost said "You're not enlisting me, are you?", but he remembered that this was all girls. All hot girls. And that if he WERE enlisted, he'd probably be hanging out with them a lot. The thought rose the hairs on the back of his neck. "Now now, if you don't want to that's fine, but I'm just saying that if you were to do it, she would be impressed and maybe sway her mind to let you in. If you wanted." "I'll do it! I mean..." he cleared his throat, blushing slightly from his eagerness. "I'll give it a try." "Alright. The entrance is right over there." she pointed to a gap in a sold white wall. "It's a maze. You have to complete it without being caught by the security cameras, and in under 20 minutes." "Yeesh. 20 minutes to complete a maze?" "Don't worry, we give you directions." she said, handing him a folded up map. Rett paused. "Then what's the point of it being a maze?" "It's not really the maze concept. It's stealth and speed element that really matters. Just image it like your in a city going from Point A to Point B." she explained. ...Twenty minutes later, Rett was veritably pissed off at Valejo. He had done the maze four times and, according to her, he had been caught for all of them. "Dammit! How the hell are you supposed to beat this thing?" Rett steamed after failing the fourth try. He kept getting caught on the same spot, in the corner, where the camera looking down on him made him crawl, setting him up for the ground level camera. "It's hard, you need a lot of dexterity." she said over the speaker. He lumbered out of the maze, Valejo was waiting for him with her shirt undone and her ample cleavage sticking out. "Tell me, Rett. How badly do you want to beat the maze?" she asked, closing her eye half way seductively. "Pretty bad." "So, tell you what." she said, holding Rett by his shoulders and leaning in. Their cheeks were touching, he could hear the faint whirring of her mechanical eye. "If you get it this time, I'll let you feel me." she breathed, running his hand up and down her leg. "What about your husband?" he gasped, overwhelming was an understatement. "Ex-husband." she hissed gently and seductively in his ear, grinned mischievously and pulling away. "Right. I'll do my best." he said, hoping his blush wasn't too noticeable, or his erection. Valejo decided not to embarrass the poor boy further, so enforced this delusion. He followed the map along the usual route, effortlessly going through the motions. He crawled past the wall camera, hoping not to mess up for the fifth time. Doing a jumping roll, so the camera set at ground height and the various ones at waist wouldn't detect him, he planted himself against the opposite wall. Valejo remained silent. "Score." he whispered to himself, hugging the wall and avoiding detection for the rest of the maze. "Fourteen minutes! Not bad!" Valejo congratulated, hugging him. He wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her butt. "Oh, I'm sorry Rett. But that was just a bit of incentive to help you finish the race, you don't actually get to feel me." she said, sounding hurt that she had to lied. "Aww. But you're so beautiful." "Really?" she asked, blushing. "I am in my mid thirties... I don't look as fine as I used to." "Hard to believe. You have a mature face, sure, but there's no wrinkles or any unattractive signs of aging. And you've kept your shape nicely." "Oh, your so sweet." she beamed, kissing him on the cheek. "You just made my day." "Your very welcome." "OK, maybe just a little." she blushed, sitting next to him. He reached out and squeezed her left breast, getting a good feel around it. "I'm good." he said, retracting his hand. He was surprised he hadn't jizzed his pants yet, and he certainly didn't want to make that kind of impression on the boss. "Taking it easy, huh? Can I get you a food or drink now, or is your appetite still "usurped"?" she asked. He hadn't eaten since lunch, and it was probably 5:00 pm by now. His stomach ordered a 12" sub, but Valejo was unfortunately not fluent in stomach-ese. "Can I get a big sandwich? Like a sub?" "Sure." she swivelled around, and walked into another gap in the white wall. When she was out of sight, Rett leaned back, physically and mentally exhausted. "Oh the shit that can happen in an hour." he groaned, rubbing his face. Valejo stepped out of the gap a few minutes later, giving Rett some time to recuperate and gather his thoughts. The sub was loaded with lettuce, ham and mayo. Not exactly gourmet, but it satisfied his taste buds and his stomach. "That was good." he said when the footlong was demolished. "Glad you liked it. The boss would like to see you now." Valejo informed. "She's back?" Rett asked, getting up from his seat and cracking his back. "Yep, about a minute ago. Let me take you to her." she took Rett's hand in hers and guided him back the way Justice had taken him, back into the giant white hall and through the solid gold door. There was six feet of stairs before them, and at the top the room was purple. The walls, ceiling and floor were covered in a sheen, glowing violet. The desk looked like it was cannibalized from an alien motorcycle, and stern-looking orange-haired woman of distinction was behind several tall piles of paper. "Hilli, I've got the boy for you. Rett, right?" "Yes, thank you." he said, glad someone finally got his name right. "Ah yes." Hilli remembered, standing up and walking to in front of him. Valejo was gone. "Rett, I'm Hillary Theriaux, but you can call me Hilli. I apologize that you're trip here has been unexplained, but allow me to put it into perspective." she began, summoning a remote from her shirt sleeve, and clicking it at the wall. Shene appeared on the screen, a portrait and profile of her face shown respectively on the large wall. "This is Shene Brians. She's in your English class at Clarisa Yates Collegiate." "Is she a Red?" Rett asked, slightly intimidated by her six foot one stature. Red: The 2nd "Indeed, as you may recall from reading a slip labeled "Forever Gold Falcon.", which is commonly carried with our Rural Division agents. Usually a very able and aware girl, a wardrobe mishap caused her mind to stray. Then these two," she clicked the remote again, Rana and Mia popped on the screen, a less professional photo, it was a shot of the two of them in an airport. "interrogated you on the subject. These girls are Silvers. Before they could report to their boss, and have likely you and Shene quarantined for intelligence extraction, I assigned Justice to escort you to the premises and gave Shene a heads-up." She clicked the remote again and wall returned to its purple state. "So, this was for my own safety?" he asked as Hilli walked back to her desk and sat behind the mounds of paper again. "Quite. Commissioner Valejo has also appraised you in my absence, and the returns are looking more promising then I expected." she glanced at a sheet of paper with data that was undecipherable to Rett, but easily comprehensive to Hilli. "Since an unforseen terrorist attack on an international airport caused four of some of our best agents to perish, we're relatively short in good hands." she paused, scratching her nose. "Tell me, are you bisexual?" "No. I'm hetero." he replied. "Hmm. That's no good. We need bisexual members to infiltrate both straight and gay organizations." "Well, I have a gay friend who could do cartwheels around me." Hilli leaned back in her chair and held her chin. The Silvers were growing stronger. The agent annual mortality rate has spiked to 4, and Rett did have above-average results for the examination, despite the number of trials. Of course, the proposal for a second male after this one already knew was outrageous. "Do you want to be a Red?" she asked. "Yes, miss. Hilli." 'Of course he does. The only boy in an all girl spy club.' she thought. "How straight are you?" His brain sighed and pinched its non-existent nose bridge, Rett really didn't want to get into this, but he apparently needed to if he wanted to join. "Pretty straight. But if the world depended on it, I could be gay for 5, maybe 10." "Hmm." she stared down at the desk and pressed a button. "What do you think, Valejo?" she asked. "Well, if you're not so certain Hilli, we could send him on a trial mission. If he messes up then we can boot him. If not, then you'll know." the one-eyed mother said from a speaker below Hilli's desk. "Thanks." she pressed more buttons that Rett couldn't see. "Justice, what did you think of the boy you escorted to Valejo?" "He's got tude, and he's got muscle. He likes to know what's going on, so he doesn't blindly follow." the angel's voice cut through the speakers. "Think we should try a trial mission?" "How badly can he fuck up?" "Thank you." Hilli turned the speakers off. "By the way, is she always in a snit? Because she wasn't very nice when she came for me." Rett complained. "It was her day off." 'That figures.' his brain sneered. "Anyways, if you want, there's a mission to the Shaffers Estate with four girls." Rett's eyes lit up, he didn't expect to get a mission this soon. His heart rate accelerated in anticipation, he found himself panicking. "What do I do?" he asked cluelessly. Hilli was pointing a large rifle at him. "Don't move." she said, aiming through the eyepiece. "What the fuck is that?!" he yelped, freezing. The gun fired, making a noise like an air canon. A dart was shot into his chest. "OW! THAT FUCKING HURT!" he yelled, falling over. He hoped the needle hadn't punctured anything. "Relax. It's a harmless chemical that labels you as a Red, so the girls don't beat the shit out of you." Rett pulled the needle out of his chest and crushed it in his hand. "The rifle seemed excessive." he grunted, rubbing his left pectoral. "Well what are you going to freeze for? Girl with a needle or girl with a gun?" she questioned bitterly. "How do I get to the Shuffles Estate, or whatever?" "Shaffers. Go in there and type in E5-COV. You'll meet up with the girls by the potato farm, they'll guide you to Shaffers Estate." she said hastily, pushing Rett into the adjacent room. The room was entirely lined with the silver material that had covered the apertures in the pipe room. A lift was stopping him from falling thirty-or-so feet onto the floor. Several lifts, some loaded with as many as three people, were already moving around the room, trying to find the specific patch of floor that lead them to their destination. In front of Rett, a keyboard rested on the open window. He typed in the code quickly, it appeared in black-and-grey LED on a small screen mounted on the keyboard, and hit the red enter button, standing out nicely against the white keys. Like a claw machine, the lift jerked into position above a specific segment of the floor. The lift's floor gave out abruptly, to Rett's shock and fear, and the portal he was plummeting to quickly opened and engulfed him. —Author's Note— Glad you had fun, hopefully I caught your attention enough with this teaser. There's a lot more where that came from, the proverbial tip of the iceberg, so if you want to know what will happen to Rett and all the others, keep an eye out for further publishings on "Red: The 2nd". I'd also like to thank EldridgeinOO and brodosist, neither of them know me but I find they are one of the best eroticing publishers on Lit and have impacted my literary skills significantly, don't be shy to check out either of their works, you will not regret it. Until next time, Best wishes, Interexting. —End Author's Note—