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The Hacker

By: Techomancer



It had been a long day, Steve was fumbling for his keys when a somewhat strained voice shook him from his fog.

"Steve, I hate to ask, but could you take a look at my computer?"

That figures, he thought. 10 hours of computer work at the office and I get to do charity work as soon as I set foot in the door. Cindy was nice enough and he really didn't mind helping her most of the time but this was the third time in as many weeks she had an issue with her PC.

"Could it wait till the weekend? I'm just getting home and..."

"Please, I'll order pizza or something to make it up to you."

Knowing the tone from years of experience, there was little chance of talking his way out of this.

"OK, but hold off on the food. Let me see what's going on first, it might be a quick fix"

About a hour later, and one pizza slice remaining...

"Cindy, how does you computer keep getting loaded with all this stuff?"

"I don't know, it's not like I'm going to the sites from the pop-ups, I hate those stupid hackers"

"You mean crackers"

"Aren't the guys who do stuff like breaking into the FBI called hackers"

"Yea, the media calls them that, but it's more correct to call them crackers. Hackers aren't always bad, they just want to take stuff apart and see what's inside. Sometimes to see how it works or to make it better. Other times they want to make something do stuff that nobody ever thought it could do."

"Like how"

"Well, software hackers like to do stuff like advancing a program so it could work with files that it couldn't use before, hardware guys like to stuff things into places that you wouldn't expect"

"Sounds naughty"

"That's not what I meant"

"So what did you mean?"

"Like putting an MP3 player into a cassette player, or a cell phone into an old telephone"

"Crazy"

"It can be, I know I've had some wild ideas but I don't get a lot of time to work on them"

"So, you're a hacker then?"

"I guess. Trapped by my own definition"

"So what kind are you, software or hardware?"

"Hardware, definitely. Software is too intangible - I like working with my hands"

"Oh so you like stuffing things into unexpected places and surprising people then?"

"Cute, I like the challenge. Thinking of creative ways to use ordinary items."

"So like what exactly?"

"Like building an MP3 player into a Jukebox or a picture framed LCD that can connect to my computer to run slide shows so I don't have to look at the same picture all the time."

"Hmm... what's the wildest thing you've seen done"

Distracted by another pop-up Steve didn't even process what he was saying until it was too late.

"A mixer turned into a fucking machine"

Reality seemed to halt and freeze. The seconds seemed like hours before Cindy recovered from the statement.

"What! No! Really? You're not serious?"

Flushed and on the verge of stammering Steve decided to play bold.

"Sure, the body is not that different from other machines. You just need to know how to work with it. Body-building could be considered hacking for that matter."

"Yea, but that's not as nasty as fucking somebody with a mixer. How can that feel any good, spinning like a mixer seems kinda pointless."

Damn, he thought, so much for derailing that train.

"Well, it doesn't work like a mixer. They hacked it to um... thrust um... in and out."

Cindy was now giggling and turning red.

"Bullshit" she shot between giggles "you're making that up to try and embarrass me." 

"Really, wanna bet on that?"

"Sure, loser cleans the winners apartment"

"Deal"

"In the buff"

"Um... you sure about that?"

"Damn right I'm sure. Chickening out on me?"

"Nope, just making sure. I'd hate to have you think I'm being unfair."

"You're assuming that I'm going to lose here ya smartass. How long do you want to produce your 'proof' of this mixer-fucker-thing"

"How long do you want to give me?"

"I'd give it a week before I'd have you cleaning the crown moulding in here"

"How about 5 seconds?"

"Bullshi..." Her voice trailed off as he swivelled the monitor to her and she saw a woman with her legs spread wide being fucked by a highly modified mixer. The sound was down, but was still loud enough that she could hear the woman moaning over the noise of her mechanical lover. Her eyes were closed in and her body was tremoring with a combination of spasms of pleasure and impact from the machine relentlessly pounding into her body. Cindy was dumbstruck. She just lost the bet but she couldn't take her eyes off the screen. It couldn't be, things like this don't really exist. The woman on the screen raised her feet even higher in the air and started to sound almost desperate in her moaning. 

Steve realized that he just crossed a line and he needed to do some damage control before Cindy thought he was a complete pervert, he killed the video window and swallowed hard.

"You know what, deals off. I knew I'd win – it's not right"

"My.. my.. my stupid idea, besides what if I'd won. You'd do it, I know you would. You want me to come over tomorrow to clean your place"

Steve thought about it for a few moments.

"Um, I'm going to be a bit late tomorrow. How about Friday, after work"

"Sure. I'll see you then." Cindy sounded a bit hurt, still smarting from losing the bet. 

Friday after work, Cindy came home and grabbed a shower. Her thoughts were still haunted by the video Steve had pulled up. What would it be like to have a machine like that? A lover that would never quit until you were satisfied? Pounding into you, relentless and insatiable. Her hands lazily crossed her nipples and ran down her stomach to her pussy. She slowly spread her lips with her fingertips and felt the warm water dancing across her labia. Slowly circling her clit with her water slick finger, she let her mind toy with being pounded by the machine from the video. Faster than she expected the crest of a climax came rising. She closed her legs tightly and rocked her hips gently to allow her clit to squirm against her now captive fingers. Waves of pleasure rolled through her and slowly subsided. Spent, she sank to her knees and let the water flow over her for a few minutes while she recovered from the orgasm. 

After the shower she fixed her hair and made a quick snack. 

"Well girl, you've done it now. Cleaning a guy's apartment wearing nothing but a smile. If this doesn't teach me to keep my mouth shut nothing will" She said to herself between bites.

She pulled on a thick terry cloth dressing gown and headed down the hall to Steve's door.

She bit her bottom lip as she raised her hand to knock on the door and wondered if she could figure out a way to back out of this. 

"No, I made a bet. I'll follow through with this" And she knocked firmly on the door.

"Hold on" came the voice from door.

Her heart jumped as the lock snapped open and she actually had to fight the urge to run as the door swung open.

"Steve." she said as controlled as her nerves would allow. Not waiting for him to invite her in, she stormed in so she couldn't change her mind. Once she was inside, she thought, I can't get away – I'll have to go through with this.

She allowed her eyes to scan the room, checking out places that she could simultaneously clean and hide behind and she started to come to a realization.

"Did you clean this place before I came over?"

"No."

"Why is it so clean in here. My mother's place should look this clean"

Steve just stood there with a hint of a smile.

"Steve... So help me, if you don't fess up."

"OK, ok. Calm down. I hired a cleaning service. You were ready to pay off the bet, but there's nothing to clean so it's all good. You can go home, it's all good."

Cindy was frozen. All she could do was look at him. This was the most confused she could ever remember being. On one hand this was the sweetest most honourable thing anyone had ever done for her. On the other hand, who the hell asked him to pay her bet?! Dozens of guys would love to have her running naked around their apartment, what the hell was wrong with him.

"Oh well, I'm not going home just yet. I planned to be over here for a while and I don't care if all I do is sit around" And with that she slipped out of her gown and handed it to him "Hang that up for me will you"

Steve was stunned. Things like this only happen in the movies. He'd tried to make it so Cindy wouldn't have to feel like she was being hustled, but she seemed more determined than ever now to go through with it. What does one do with a hot naked woman that refuses to leave your apartment – the question sounded so ridiculous all he could do was smile.

After about half an hour he was starting to get used to the idea of a naked Cindy chatting on the couch with him. He was fighting the urge to let his eyes wander over the beautiful body.

"You know, I still don't get this hacker thing"

"What don't you get?"

"I mean, why? If a computer works fine as a computer, why try and make it look like a toaster?"

"It's a combination of things. Challenge, expression of individually, and invention mostly"

"Showing off too I guess?"

"For some people, I'm more about finding new ways to use things"

"Like what for example"

"Well, I don't know. That glass vase might look good as a fish bowl"

"Too easy, I could have come up with that"

"I didn't know this was going to be a test. OK, how about the coat rack changed to be a plant stand"

"Steve" she said mocking him with her eyes "turn in your hacker membership card – that was lame"

"Fine, tell you what. You pick something and I'll tell you what I can do with it."

"OK, the rug by the door."

"Too easy, drop in a pressure switch and tie it to a remote actuator on the door so it'll open automatically when you step on the mat"

"Hmm... too easy. The stores have had that forever. How about those metal bowls"

"Now there's a challenge. Let me see, drill a hole in the centre of each, mount them inverted on a rod so they hang like bells and get a small pump to turn the whole thing into a water cascade. If you really wanted to step that up, you could hook up a clock with a trigger and a few servos so it'd chime on the hour too."

Cindy, forgetting that she wasn't wearing any clothes, moved her hands off her breasts and slapped both hands on the couch as she laughed. The quick change in temperature caused her nipples to stiffen so rapidly it almost hurt. Her hands dove back to cover them almost before she realized what was happening

"God Steve, how did you come up with that so fast?"

"It's natural for me. I see the world in less rigid forms than most people"

"So you could turn just about anything to a purpose of your choosing?"

"Within certain limits of course. TNT isn't a good choice for a fireplace liner."

"Very funny"

"But true. Safety, then hacking. In that order."

"And anything can be hacked?"

"Virtually, I can't think of anything that couldn't be hacked"

"I'll make you a bet"

"That didn't work out so well for you the last time"

"Smartass, there are worse things than having a naked woman on your couch you know."

"Fine, what's the bet then"

"I bet you can't use your hacker skills to accomplish a task that I set out. The rules are this. You can only use what you find in this apartment, you can't use the phone to get stuff from outside. You can use your hands to build and use what you build. You cannot make physical contact with the item to be hacked. Oh and there is a 2 hour time limit."

"Interesting, what do you get if I can't complete the challenge?"

"You have to be at my beck and call for a week. Housework, computer service you name it. I'll let you keep your pants on though."

"What if I win?"

"I'll do the same, clothes on this time though."

"Two hours, anything in here. I don't know."

"Chicken, come on. I promise I won't make it hard on you when you lose."

"What makes you think I'll lose?"

"You tell me. You're the one who's hesitating"

"Fine, deal. What am I hacking?"

"Me."

Steve's brain forced everything into slow motion as two distinct streams of thought shattered against each other. The drive to evaluate everything he had in the apartment as a hackable item and the concept of pleasuring Cindy didn't mix well. He dropped back on the couch and closed his eyes to settle his mind.

Cindy almost passed out as she heard the challenge she made to Steve, had she lost her mind? And what was up with Steve? He just looked like he went to sleep. What was she thinking?

Steve's mind was still fragmented but it was clearing, his eyes snapped open and locked to Cindy's.

"A couple a extra rules before we start, OK?"

"Like what?"

"There is no such thing as weird or kinky for the next two hours. You stop me, you lose."

"Ok" She said a bit slowly, as if chewing the thought as she agreed to it.

"Is there anything you need to tell me before we start?"

"Like what?"

"Are you allergic to anything, do you have any phobias I should know about?"

"Jesus, what are you planning? Forget it, I'm not allergic to anything and the only thing that scares me are leeches – long story, don't ask."

"Well, let's get started. Would you go to the bathroom and get the toothbrushes in the left drawer. There's a manual one and an electric"

Cindy bounded off at a pace that matched her heartbeat. She found what she came in for and was about to head back out when she stopped and looked at herself in the mirror.

"What the hell am I doing? I'm crazy. I'm scared out of my mind."

She shook her head and set her look to a more determined one. 

"A bet's a bet"

When she came back into the living room Steve had been moving some of the furniture around and was currently engaged in digging in a pair of foot lockers.

"Oh, hey, great thanks. Would you grab the broom from over by the door and bring it over."

A bit confused but still playing along she retrieved the broom as he requested.

"So why move the couches closer together."

"To buy myself some time."

"What? Did you hit your head while I was gone?"

"Just give me a minute, you'll see."

She watched as he pulled out two party balloons and stretched them over the head of the electric toothbrush. He then removed the head of the broom and then held it out to the arms of the couch and then looked back to Cindy. Her face flushed as she realized that he was staring very intently at her crotch. 

"Cindy, can you grab me a couple of books. I think the hard cover Spanish-English and the thesaurus should do."

Dutifully she brought them back in time to see Steve pull out a roll of duct tape and watched as he started taping the books to the ends of the broom handle. Then the balloon wrapped electric toothbrush was taped to the centre of the broomstick. 

"Ok, round one is ready. Stand over this and pick it up.

Cindy was now seriously concerned. This looked like junk and tape – maybe she made a mistake. She did as Steve asked all the same.

"Now what"

"Keep the stick between your legs and place to books on the arms of the two couches and you'll get the idea"

As she moved into position it started to make sense. The books were to make up for the difference in the hight of her pussy and the arm of the couch. It was now less than an inch away from her lips.

"Now, this isn't much of a hack, but lets see if this does anything for you" 

She felt something touch the back of her neck and slowly slide down her spine. Soft but kind of tingly – the other toothbrush. She dropped away from the stimulation as it was almost too much and then realized that the broomstick was directly in her way. Now the toothbrush wandered its way across her hip and down her leg and started stroking the back of her knee. 

"Move forward, about a foot"

She moved as she was told. The rubber clad tip of the other toothbrush was now nestling itself in to the folds that hid her clit from the world. Steve reached down and flicked the switch.

Cindy's mouth formed a silent "O" and then spread into a dreamy smile as she now understood. The head of the toothbrush was buzzing and stroking her clit like nothing had ever done before. More pronounced that a vibrator, she could feel the bristles twisting and thrusting under the rubber sheath. She resisted the urge to jump away from the intense sensation. Instead, she bit her bottom lip and waited for her body to catch up with the machine. Steve kept moving the toothbrush, up her leg, her hip, stomach and breast. Then gently circling her aureoles and grazing the tips of her nipples. All of this stimulation was starting to pile up on Cindy and she felt the familiar sensation of too much water behind the weakened dam. Once Steve moved the toothbrush off her nipples and started grazing the back of her neck she lost it. Lights and sound exploded in her mind and it seemed an eternity until reality bled back into her mind and she noticed Steve beside her with a slight smirk on his face.

"What are you so happy about?" She moaned.

"That seemed – satisfying."

"Ha, you wish. I can do better myself" she lied. No point in letting him win twice in a row if she could help it.

"I see" he said, understanding the challenge had just ratcheted up several notches. "Hmm... how about this" 

He grabbed a bath towel from the linen closet and quickly tied an overhand knot in it and headed for the kitchen. The sound of running water was soon followed by Steve's reappearance. Without a word he returned to the linen closet and opened the door. He then placed the end of the towel in the door jamb opposite the striker and closed the door.

"Come over here" he said, More inviting than commanding.

Cindy had a pretty good idea what was going on, and moved between Steve and the door. Without a word, Steve reached between her legs and pulled the knotted fabric up to her belly.

"Take the end" he said. Almost against her better judgement she complied 

"Now what?" she challenged.

"Hold your hands right where they are and step towards me" He said with a devious grin.

She did as he asked and was prepared to feel the knot in the fabric come up to her pussy, what she didn't anticipate was the heat from the hot water that Steve had dipped the knot in. Shocked again and pleasantly, she heard a moan escape from her body that she really didn't intend. She was further surprised that her hips moved to grind her clit into the warm rough knot.

Steve watched as Cindy instinctively increased tension on the towel and ground her hips to increase her pleasure and had to literally shake his head to bring his mind back to the task at hand.

Steve crossed the room and dove into his footlocker again. Cindy could see him work and was fascinated with how he evaluated various items he was pulling out. In less than a minute he was back. He tossed the items from the footlocker onto the counter and started to work. A thick piece of wire cut to about two feet long and quickly placed to one side. He then grabbed a pair of alligator clips and used a small pair pilers to bend the springs inside the clips. He then tested the clips by clipping them to his upper lip. After a few adjustments he was satisfied with reduced pressure of the clips. He then cut four small pieces of heat shrink tube and slipped them over the tips of the alligator clips and then gently heated them with a mini torch. Next, the clips were attached to opposite ends of the wire. He brought this over to her and without a word attached each end to her nipples. The pressure was not painful, more like someone firmly holding her nipple with their fingers.

"Home made nipple clamps, clever boy."

"Maybe more clever than you think. Take a deep breath"

She did, and immediately understood what he meant. The stiff wire had some give to it, but it exerted pressure in almost a twisting fashion with each movement. She swung her breasts and pressed then together using her forearms to see how different motions would feel. In her current state of arousal, it would almost be enough to put her over the top again, but the towel had cooled down and her legs were starting to get tired. 


The Hacker



Author's Note: I haven't written one this short in awhile. It was nice to get it out of my head in in under 20,000 words. Thanks Tim413413 - at least I am starting to make it a little easier to edit.

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Mailboxes had been innocuous things most of my life. The last year had made mine something to fear. It was a simple white metal box, sitting atop a crossbeam of white wood. That was, in turn, mounted on a vertical white four-by-four, cemented securely in the ground at the edge of the driveway. Three blooming red roses were painted on the side of the box, tied together with an artistic green vine. I remembered picking it out so many years ago. I thought it was pretty and now I only saw the roses' non-rendered thorns. 

My husband's death, a year-and-a-half ago, had removed most of the color from the world. Cancer was the murderer, a fight we took on with money we didn't have. He had beaten it once before, when we were first married, with aggressive radiation and chemo. I thought we would beat it again. When the insurance ran out, we borrowed. When we reached our credit limit, we lied and borrowed more. Tom wasn't here to see the river of financial sludge left in the wake of his illness. He knew it in the end and refused treatment, trying to lessen the burden. I would have assumed the national debt if it meant another day. My arguments fell on loving deaf ears. He died in my arms, at home where he belonged. 

I opened the jaws of the mailbox and reached into its throat. I withdrew a small stack of letters, most covered with red ink. My heart constricted as it always did. I was still not used to being dead broke. I had placated the financial leeches for over a year, parsing out the life insurance proceeds in conservative installments. Now, that spigot had run dry. It was my own fault. I had supported Tom through college, never seeking a degree myself. My bookkeeping job, the one I wasn't qualified for, handed to me by a dear friend, didn't come close to providing the funds I needed. Unbidden, a tear ran down my cheek. Life had raped me. 

I stood at the end of the driveway, sorting the bills by priority. A past due from the mortgage company caught my breath. I had forgotten I had put that off. I looked up at the small ranch, speckled brown bricks half way up the front with tan siding sitting on top of them to the roof. It was to be our starter home. Now, I would be lucky if it remained my only home. The power and phone bills joined the mortgage at the top of the stack. The three persistent medical bills, MasterCard and the locksmith bill to the bottom. 

"Mom, dinner's ready," Natalie yelled from the front door. I snapped the letters to my side, hiding the obnoxious red lettering. Sixteen, with all the problems of high school on her shoulders, she had grown up too fast without her father. She had been Tom's angel, almost to the point of generating my jealousy when she could turn his attention from me by just entering the room. It took me a week to get her back to school after her father's death. Now, he was a cherished memory, and the thought of boys Tom would not approve of had become her world.

"I'm coming, honey," I said with a forced smile. Trying to hide from Natalie how poor we had become was exhausting. She already had enough problems with homework and the cruel right of passage of high school. I wiped my eyes after she ducked back into the house. As I moved up the driveway, I caught, out of the corner of my eye, my new neighbor, Jared Thompson, watching me. I looked over at him on his knees trimming the edge of his lawn with shears. His eyes returned to his work as if I wouldn't notice. The bill of his baseball cap covered any need for him to acknowledge me. A strange man. I had met him briefly when he first moved in two months ago. The conversation was difficult since he never really formed complete sentences. One word answers that disallowed me from politely finding out anything about him. Besides a few hellos and waves, we hadn't spoken since. 

Jared was just as cryptic with other neighbors. He was a mystery to the neighborhood. We had deduced he lived alone simply from the lack of seeing others and no additional cars. Some of the furniture he moved in seemed to have a woman's touch, but no woman followed. His distinguished graying sideburns clashed with his youthful face. The guess was that he was in his early forties, possibly divorced. I guessed widower, since I surmised the furniture would have followed the wife in a divorce. There was a shadow of sadness around him that created a barrier to anyone trying to dig deeper. I knew death does that to a person. Jared didn't lift his head again, so I aborted my friendly wave and entered the house. 

"Smells good." I smiled at Natalie. She had taken over the dinner duty, I breakfast. It made life easier, and I dearly needed easier. After a full day at work, cooking wasn't exactly a chore I looked forward to. It was Natalie's hunger that made her offer her services. We wouldn't be eating until after six if she waited for me to play chef. She, of course, would starve to death by then. 

"Suggi's Pizza offered me a job," Natalie said, not looking at me. I sucked in my breath, putting the letters face down on the kitchen counter. The school year had barely started. A summer job was one thing, but this could hurt her grades. She knew I wouldn't approve. That was why she was concentrating on stirring the noodles. 

"Honey, I don't think that..." 

"I'm going to accept," Natalie interrupted. She turned to me, almost a woman. "I know what's in those letters you try to hide. I can at least buy my own clothes and gasoline." My throat swelled up. 

"These aren't your problem," I choked out, pointing at the letters. "Your job is to get good grades and build a future." She turned back to the noodles. I realized I hadn't said no. 

"It's Friday night and eight hours on Saturday; possibly one other night if someone calls in sick," Natalie continued, "I'm old enough now, so it's done." My eyes began to feel misty. 

"I don't want that for you," I said firmly, with a mother's authority. 

"And I didn't want Daddy to die either," Natalie said softly. I saw her shoulders jerk as she said it. I went to her as I lost control of my tears. She turned to me, her own tears just beginning. I held her, my daughter, my life, a woman in all but age.

"It will help," I conceded between sobs. We had a long-needed cry. Some of the noodles burnt to the bottom of the pan. 

Natalie insisted on knowing how deep underwater we were. I spent dinner telling her half of it, which was twice as much as I should have told her. At her age, the sums seemed astronomical. She must have been thinking thousands, not hundreds of thousands. I was making daily calls to forestall a bankruptcy that would see us lose our house. I teetered constantly on giving in and moving to some decrepit apartment, but Natalie had enough disruption in her life. 

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Natalie asked. Her eyes were wider than a sixteen-year-old's should be. 

"I'm your mother," I answered, as if that explained everything. I fell back on the useless cliché. "You'll understand when you have children of your own." She would, but that was, hopefully, many years away. 

"But you bought that stupid magazine subscription," Natalie said incredulously. It was for a fundraiser for her school. 

"I didn't want you to be the only one who didn't sell one," I answered weakly. It was stupid vanity. Some idea that Natalie would be lessened if she didn't sell a subscription.

"That's silly...," Natalie said, then tilted her head slightly, "thanks." I smiled. It was the thought that counted. "Are we going to have to move?"

"Maybe," I said quietly. In time, the answer would be yes. I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold off the inevitable. It was actually better to have it out in the open. I felt like a failure, but I didn't see it in Natalie's eyes. "I'm sorry," I added weakly. She hugged me again. At least the truth had the benefit of us seeing eye to eye for once. 

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I listened to the recording and decided to continue in English. The menu was rattled off, and I chose three for customer service. A year of paying things late, and you learn the systems. Not all late payment penalties are the same. You can get most removed with only a simple phone call. TriDeed Mortgage was such a company. This call would be fairly embarrassing since it would be my third attempt at getting a penalty removed. I had the depressed real estate market working in my favor. Foreclosing wasn't a profitable endeavor for mortgage companies when a mortgagor's equity was almost nonexistent. Mine was in that category.

"TriDeed Mortgage, this is Monica. How may I help you?" The voice was pleasant. They always were. I decided the truth was in order. They can't squeeze blood from a stone. 

"Hi Monica, this is Linda Henderson," I started, returning the friendly tone. "I received a late payment notice with a $78 penalty yesterday."

"May I have your address, please?" Monica interrupted before I started my begging. I rattled it off and waited as I heard her typing it into the keyboard. Not a good sign. My payment history will come up on the screen before I could plead my case. "One moment, please," she said before putting me on hold. Generic background music started. I waited a couple of minutes and, thinking I was lost in their phone system, almost hung up to try calling back,. 

"Mrs. Henderson?" Monica came back.

"Yes." A long wait is never a good sign.

"It seems there was a timing error. The bill was generated before your payment was processed. You may destroy that bill with our apologies." Monica sounded contrite. I was dumbfounded. 

"Ah...I'm sorry," I stuttered, "I'm a little confused. I was calling to get the penalty removed."

"As I said, Mrs. Henderson," Monica repeated, "the computers get ahead of us sometimes and bill erroneously. We apologize. The title department is clearing the mortgage, and you can expect to receive the deed in a day or so." I dropped the phone. Betty, my cubicle mate, looked over. I quickly picked up the receiver. 

"My deed?" I asked stupidly. 

"Yes," Monica continued, "we received the balance of the loan on April 7th. It takes up to ten days to be cleared and verified by our title department. Again, we apologize for the error. I know how a bill like that can make you feel - especially when it's unwarranted." I almost hung up. I was about ten years old playing Monopoly the last time I had a bank error in my favor. My moral fiber kicked in. I had to force it out.

"Ah..there...I didn't," I took a deep breath and started again. "Monica, I didn't pay off the loan." Honesty is painful sometimes. 

"Oh." Monica paused for a second. "One moment please." Back to the background music. Betty looked over at me. She knew something of my money problems. The half conversation intrigued her. I covered the receiver with my hand. 

"They say my mortgage is paid off," I told Betty quietly. 

"And you're arguing?" Betty returned. I shrugged my shoulders and nodded. Betty laughed. "Honesty is not always the best policy." I smiled at her humor. 

"They will find the error eventually," I countered. If anything, they would feel obliged to remove my penalty for my honesty. 

"Mrs. Henderson?" This time it was a male voice. 

"Yes." I turned away from Betty.

"I'm Rick Carlson in the title department. I understand you believe we have made an error."

"Yes," I chuckled, "it seems you think I paid off my mortgage. As lovely as that sounds, I'm afraid I don't have that kind of money."

"I rechecked the application of funds, and everything seems in order. "I'm looking at an image of the check. It was accompanied by a letter which explicitly names your mortgage by number and address." My face was flushing and I was beginning to sweat. I didn't know anyone with that kind of money.

"Um...Whose name is on the check?" I asked. I fanned myself with a folder on my desk. 

"Its a certified bank check; no name given" I was feeling dizzy. This had to be some kind of joke. "Just the sum of $127,356.23, which was your outstanding balance." 

"I...I didn't send it." My voice was shaking. Euphoria mixed with an unknown fear.

"The check has cleared, Mrs. Henderson." I think he could hear my reservations. "Everything is in order. Someone must have given you a gift." He chuckled. "I certainly wouldn't fight it." 

"Of course...no...what does this mean?" 

"It means your house is free and clear, I have already authorized the deed to be sent." My emotions got the best of me. The strain of the last few years flooded my eyes. Betty wheeled her chair close to mine. 

"Someone paid off my house," I mumbled to Betty, my mouth separated from the receiver. She handed me a tissue off the desk. I wiped my eyes. 

"Mrs. Henderson?" Rick asked, thinking he had lost me. A horrible thought struck me. 

"Can they take it back?" I asked. My voice more solid.

"Well, I suppose anything is possible," Rick responded, "it would be awfully difficult at this point. Maybe through a court order." He paused for a moment. "If you truly didn't send the money, then I suppose there might be tax implications." 

"Taxes?" I asked. No one ever gave me money like that before. 

"I'm guessing, I'm not a tax guy" Rick replied, "you would have to talk with a CPA to find out." 

"So I don't have to send you any more money?" I wanted verification. I wanted it written in stone. I wanted to make sure I wasn't dreaming. 

"No," Rick answered clearly, "your loan is repaid." I concluded the call there, thanking him, while I wondered if I was dreaming. 

"Who paid off your mortgage?" Betty asked, when the receiver was back in the cradle. 

"I have no idea," I responded. "Whoever they are, they are lovely and wonderful." I looked at Betty, "I was near bankruptcy - hell, I was bankrupt."

"Do you think they want something from you?" Betty continued.

"I don't know," I sighed longingly, allowing my mind to realize my paycheck would go much, much farther. There was a light, a blessed light, at the end of my debt-ridden tunnel. "I have nothing of value."

"Sex," Betty joked. 

"I'm sure I wouldn't command that much," I laughed. I hadn't been with anyone since Tom's death - too much debt and all the stress that goes with it. Dating wasn't high in my thoughts, not that I could imagine replacing Tom anyway. 

"Your organs then," Betty continued. 

"That's it," I laughed, "they want my kidney."

"I'm happy for you," Betty said as a friend, "you deserve a break." I nodded then pointed at Mr. Brewster who was coming down the aisle. We quickly returned to our terminals and began processing accounts receivables. I had trouble not smiling. I had no idea why someone would do such a thing for me and I realized I didn't care. It was the best thing to happen to me in years. I was going to wallow in it while I could.

I spent my lunch with Betty trying to guess who would have done such a thing. The only people we knew with that kind of money, didn't really know me. The owner of the company I worked for, Franklin Construction, was one. I had only met him once. He was a nice guy with a nice wife and a whole litter of kids. There was no way I was on his radar. I had no close relatives left in the world. I believed there might be a great aunt, by marriage, still living. I only knew her by an old picture. I met her once when I was five. She had to be in her nineties. I couldn't imagine, if she did have the money, she would have given it to me anonymously. I doubt she even remembered me. 

In time, I would find out. I promised Betty she would be the first to know. Everything felt lighter. I would be able to pay off a few things and begin to catch up on the medical bills. I owed someone big. It was a different type of debt - one without dollar signs. 

==========

I stopped off at the locksmith's on my way home. It was a one-man shop. Randy was that man. His wife, or at least I assumed she was, was behind the counter with him. They looked like they were getting ready to close.

"Good evening, Mrs. Henderson," Randy announced when I walked up to them. How he remembered my name, I had no idea. 

"Hi," I smiled, my new-found wealth spilling out in happiness, "I'm here to bring my account up to date. I'm sorry about the slow payment." His wife gave me a forced smile. I sensed she found slow payments to be a very bad thing. Randy just shrugged it off. 

"How is that new lock holding up?" Randy asked, "they ever catch the person?" He was speaking about the break-in. Someone had taken a crowbar to my back door four months ago, damaging the old lock. It happened while Natalie was at school and I was at work. It scared us for a few weeks, but we got over it. 

"The deadbolt makes us feel safe, thank you" I answered, "they never caught anyone, and we still can't find anything missing. I guess they tried to rob the wrong house." I really didn't have anything of great value. Yard sale items at best. I brought out my checkbook. "I left the bill at home. How much do I owe you?"

"$168.50," his wife rattled off from memory. I could tell she wasn't pleased with me. 

"I'm sorry it took so long," I repeated to his wife. She softened a little in her eyes. I filled out the check and handed it to her. She accepted it gracefully. It felt wonderful to clear another debt even if it was one of the smaller ones. Yesterday, it was as insurmountable as the Himalayas. 

==========

I pulled into the driveway and got out to raise the garage door. The opener broke about six months ago, taunting my weak arm strength. I smiled, thinking I might be able to afford getting it fixed soon. I could always stall the medical bills longer. They understood as along as I continued to make small payments. I was still swimming in debt, but now I had a good set of flippers to keep me on the surface. 

"Mrs. Henderson?" Jared Thompson surprised me by appearing out of his landscaping. His jeans had wet stains on the knees, his gloves were smudged with green. He must have been pulling weeds. 

"Evening, Jared, please call me Linda." 

"Linda," he started again. It sounded nice coming from his mouth. Almost like he enjoyed saying it. "I feel awkward, never being a parent, but I thought I should say something. I know I would want to know, if I was a parent." I could see he was uncomfortable, almost shying away from his intent. This had something to do with Natalie. I wasn't sure I wanted to hear what he had to say. 

"What is it?" I asked. With my smile gone, he looked even less confident. He looked at his hands for a moment, then looked back up. There was determination in his eyes when they returned to mine. 

"Your daughter, Natalie is it?" Jared started. I nodded and crossed my arms under my chest. "She has a visitor every day after school." I remained expressionless, wondering where this was heading. I wasn't sure if anger was appropriate. I know I wasn't enamored with him sticking his nose where it didn't belong. He must have seen it in my face. "I'm sorry, it's not my place. I'm invading your family's privacy." Jared turned with full intention of walking away. 

"What is it, Jared?" I asked, trying to keep my venom under control. He was right, it wasn't any of his business, but now that he had started, he had to finish. He turned back, his lips pursed. I could tell he regretted starting the conversation. 

"He's an older boy," Jared continued, "I don't mean to say that anything is happening, but he always leaves before you get home." He shook his head, looking disgusted with himself. I, on the other hand, was now interested. "It's just that...I thought you should know. The kid drives a Lexus. A rich kid... every day...I just felt...look, I was young once. If I had been a rich kid, I suspect I would have...I'm sorry, I guess I am really out of line here." 




The Hacker



"You've been watching my house?" I asked. He raised his hands up near his chest and started backing away. I had put too much ire in my voice. It wasn't directed at him, it was directed to Natalie. She just wasn't there to receive it. 

"I'm sorry, I was just trying to clean up the yard," Jared confessed, "I see things. I tried to let it go and probably should have." His face was flushed and his eyes contrite. "Retired old man, with too much time on his hands. Maybe I should get some cats." He continued backing away. It looked like he wished he could run away. 

"No," I said more calmly, "you were right." I added a fake smile since I couldn't find a real one. "I don't like hearing it, but it's something I should know. Thank you." He forced a smile and waved as he made a quick exit. It had embarrassed him greatly. I still had my arms crossed. I dropped them self consciously and struggled to lift the garage door. 

"Who is the boy?" I asked Natalie. She was pulling chicken out of the oven.

"What boy?"

"The boy," I said sternly. I put my hands on my hips and stood like a statue. Natalie glanced up and almost dropped the cooking tray. After yesterday, I didn't like interrogating her. Raising a teenager was like that. Bonding one day; at each other's throat the next. She put the tray on top of the stove. Her expression went to defiance, then changed quickly to innocence. 

"Dan Sampson; he's a senior," Natalie said with a semblance of pride. My instincts got the better of me. 

"Are you sleeping with him?" I hated myself when it came out of my mouth. I should have asked it like a friend. It sounded more like an accusation. 

"Mom!" Natalie almost shouted. I stood there, my glare on full. I still wanted to know the answer. Fear of the answer, fear of a barrier between my daughter and fear of my own failure as a mother was running through my mind. "No," she answered quietly. I saw her cheeks blush. But she wanted to. I sighed and let my shoulders relax. 

"You like him a lot," I stated calmly.

"Yes."

"Invite him for dinner this weekend, I want to meet him." I tried to sound non-judgmental. Natalie was growing up, and I either met these boys or she would date them behind my back. The latter seemed terribly awful. She caught me by surprise by diving into my arms. 

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," Natalie said as she hugged me. She was so young, yet so old. She was trying desperately to not need me. I was trying desperately to hold her back. I hated high school, as much now as I did during my own trip through. I separated from her and pulled some plates out of the cupboard.

"Tell me about him," I said as I began to set the table. Dan Sampson had a wonderful publicist in Natalie. Her face glowed as she sang his praises. Every attribute a young girl desired was embodied in the Greek god that was Dan Sampson. Tall, slim, rich, had his own car, dances well and every other girl at school was green with envy. I had to smile. It was the same look she had at Christmas ten years ago. Tom had bought her a golden retriever puppy. Somehow, he had kept the dog quiet through the night and surprised Natalie in the morning. Scruffy, the dog, and Tom were both gone now. I really needed Tom back now. Someone to counter the new Scruffy. 

"I don't like you and Dan being in the house alone," I said, after listening intently. 

"Would you rather we went somewhere else?" Natalie asked. She was smart. Got that from Tom. She knew I imagined, in my mind, some cheap hotel room or the back of his car. I couldn't control what she did after school. I could try, but knew it would be a losing battle. Without back up, I compromised. 

"You'll text me when he comes and again when he leaves." I had on my Mom face. Natalie was smiling like she just won a gold medal. "You will let Dan know that I know he is here and I want to meet him." She was nodding in agreement. This was no compromise, it was pure parental capitulation. How can a mother fight against the first real boyfriend? Tom would have put the fear of God in the boy. "We talk before it gets serious," I added. I lost my virginity at seventeen. I didn't remember conferring with my mother about it. 

"Promise," Natalie said, putting her hand gently on her heart. I think she meant it. At least she meant it when she said it. Damn hormones. A strange thought entered my head. 

"How rich is his family?" I asked. It caught Natalie off guard. 

"I don't like him because of his money," Natalie insisted. Of course she didn't, no woman is impressed by a man with money. I almost laughed, though it wasn't my intention to question her morals. 

"Someone paid off the mortgage." I qualified my question, "I don't know who. Do you think it could have been his family?" 

"I don't think his parents like me," Natalie replied."Someone paid off the mortgage?" All I heard was his parents not liking my baby. That hurt.

"What do you mean they don't like you?" I asked quickly. "Have you met them?" I added. Why did they get to meet Natalie when I hadn't met Dan? What kind of mother am I?

"I'm too young and don't hold a royal title," Natalie said sarcastically. "Dan told me not to worry about it. His mom doesn't think anyone is good enough." I didn't like Dan's mom, though she was correct, Natalie was too young. 

"Don't let anyone tell you you're not good enough," I said firmly. Natalie smiled. I panicked. "That doesn't mean you should... I mean that's not permission to..." 

"I know what you meant," Natalie grinned. "I promise, we'll talk if it gets serious." She was getting way too old. I was getting senile. "Someone paid off the mortgage?" 

"All if it," I answered, "I don't know who or why."

"That's good, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but it's a lot of money. I don't really know anyone with that kind of money." I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't even know who to thank, or if it's some kind of joke or scam." 

==========

Natalie was true to her word. I received a set of texts every other day or so. Dan is here. Dan just left. I was hoping Dan, at least, thought I was hovering close by. 

I met Dan on Saturday. He was an awkward boy to my mature eyes; Apollo to Natalie's. Polite in my presence and didn't seem to hover over my daughter too much. Not a bad looking boy, but still a boy. Thank God. Overall, I was uncomfortably satisfied. It was the best I could do. She was still my baby. 

It was Thursday when more revelations appeared. My no-longer-feared mailbox coughed up two checks in non-red-inked envelopes. It was two medical companies returning my last partial payments. The computer-generated invoice claimed I had overpaid; my unpaid balance was reduced to zero. I knew I should feel joy. Fear filled me instead. 

I dialed into MasterCard's computer system and requested my balance. I wasn't surprised to find out I was flush with an overpayment. I did some quick math in my head. Over a quarter of a million dollars of new gifts. I was shaking when Natalie came in the room. 

"Everything is paid off?" Natalie asked, after I told her why I was scared. 

"I think so," I replied, still in shock. 

"Who is doing this?" Natalie asked. I shook my head. This felt worse than when we found the back door broken in. I should be jumping for joy; instead I felt like I was losing control. It was someone who knew everything about me, about us. I was being 'un-raped' against my will. It was an anti-crime. 

I spent the next hour combing the house. I was looking for hidden cameras that didn't exist. I think Natalie thought I was losing it. I knew I was. I couldn't even go to the grocery store without thinking someone might be following me. Whoever it was had replaced my debt with fear. 

==========

"Everything?" Betty asked. 

"All of it, and it's getting really scary."

"And no one has come forward?" Betty continued being Ms. Obvious. I shook my head. "Linda, you need to just let it happen. There doesn't seem to be any downside." 

"There's always a cost," I responded. I didn't know what it was, but nobody does something like this without a purpose. My phone rang.

"Mrs. Linda Henderson?" a female caller asked. 

"Yes."

"I'm Detective Mary Adams with the Maryville police department." I cringed at her words. Horrible visions entered my mind. "First off, everyone is okay. There was an incident in your home involving your daughter. She's okay as I said, but it would be best if you came home."

"What happened?" I asked, my hands shaking again. 

"We are still trying to piece that together. A fight occurred between a young man and your neighbor," the detective was speaking calmly, as if I was a victim. "Your daughter is pretty upset." 

"She's okay though?" I asked. I felt my eyes water. 

"Physically she is fine." 

"It will take me twenty minutes to get home, I'm leaving now." 

"Drive safely, I'll be here when you arrive." The detective had dealt with distraught parents before. I ignored the speed limit signs. 

==========

Natalie was red-eyed when I saw her on the couch. Tears began anew when she saw me. My tears followed. My baby was hurting. A petite woman, gun holstered at her side, rose from the couch and stepped away as I pulled Natalie into my arms. We cried and I didn't even know why.

"What happened?" I asked, trying to straighten Natalie's hair. She had trouble speaking, the sobs were interfering. She collapsed back into my arms, so I held her some more. She calmed after a while.

"Dan and I were talking and..." Natalie obviously left out part. "I told him I wasn't ready." She started crying again. I hated Dan. I hated his whole family. I held my daughter. "He said he was tired of waiting. I thought he was going to break up with me." The tears began flowing heavy again. God, I hated Dan. "Then he grabbed me. It hurt and I screamed." Natalie couldn't continue. 

"From what I understand," the detective interjected, "your neighbor, Mr. Thompson, heard the scream, entered the house and separated the two. A fight between Mr. Thompson and Mr. Sampson occurred. Mr. Sampson had to be taken to the hospital." I had a sudden deep appreciation for my nosy neighbor. 

"I thought he was going to kill Dan," Natalie cried, "I had to pull him off when Dan stopped moving." Natalie was shaking more than I. If I was home, Dan would have been dead. I knew where the kitchen knives were. I pulled Natalie closer.

"It's okay now," I lied as any mother would. I was about to add 'I'm here now,' but it would have fallen falsely out of my mouth. I wasn't here when it happened. I should have never let her have him in the house alone. 

"Where is Jared now?" I asked the detective. 

"He refused medical care and went home," she responded.

"He was hurt?"

"Nothing serious," the detective insisted, "a black eye mostly." I would have to thank him. He saved my baby. I felt weak not being here for her. At least I had a neighbor who was strong. Right now, Natalie needed me.

==========

I waited at Jared's door. It was a little past seven, but I didn't expect I was getting him out of bed. Natalie had finally calmed down which, in turn, calmed me. I wasn't sure what to say to my baby's savior. Something had to be said. 'Thank you' just didn't seem enough. When the door opened, I was at a loss for words.

Jared was barefoot, in jeans and white t-shirt. His left eye was swollen; the surrounding skin was a vivid red. His eye wasn't black now, but it would be in the morning. There was a dried trickle of blood that ran down from his left ear. It led to a small brown stain on the shoulder of his t-shirt. I couldn't help myself. I hugged him. 

Jared was shocked at first, his back stiffening. Slowly, he gave in and his arms wrapped around me. I felt safe. For some reason, I cried again. He pulled my head to his shoulder and held me in the doorway. He let me cry. 

I pulled away, not because it wasn't comfortable, but because I had overstayed. He had saved my daughter; he didn't need to save her mother. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand.

"Did you eat?' I asked, bypassing all the hellos and thank yous I thought the hug covered well. 

"No, I hadn't gotten that far," Jared returned. I held out my hand.

"We're ordering pizza," I said, "we won't be able to sleep so it's going to be a movie night." Jared looked at me with questioning eyes. I liked how his eyes, even the swollen one, looked at me. I had seen eyes like those before, somewhere. I trusted those eyes. He reached over to the foyer table and snatched a set of keys. He took my hand, and I led my barefoot hero to my house.

It felt good to have a man in the house. Everything seemed more balanced, the way it should be. Jared was hesitant at first, looking like he was intruding. Natalie quashed that by doting over him. Everything had crashed down on her when Dan became aggressive. Jared put everything back in its place by protecting her. Jared relaxed and seemed to enjoy himself. All of us barefoot, sharing a couch, watching chick flicks with a large pepperoni pizza. It looked like it had been a long time since Jared had relaxed with friends. Maybe we all needed each other. 

We were deep into 'Sweet Home Alabama,' one of my favorite cheesy movies, when my hand found his. It was an accident. I had leaned forward to put my drink on the table. When I had settled back, our hands occupied the same space between us. I left my hand there, on top of his, longer than I normally would. I began to reluctantly pull it back when I felt his fingers open and comb into mine. I did not fight the soft embrace; I encouraged it by settling my hand deeper into his. It was the first hand I had held since Tom had passed away. I had needed human touch more than I realized. 

Jared looked over to me, his face held concern, an almost forlorn look of a boy who had taken things too far. I didn't want to lose his hand. I smiled. He relaxed and returned my smile. He confidently squeezed my hand and settled comfortably into the couch. My smile was all the permission he needed. His return smile burned deeper than he would ever know. I had been without someone too long. 

"I am so thankful you were here for Natalie today," I said when Natalie excused herself to use the bathroom. Our hands were still entwined in each other's warmth. 

"I didn't like the look of that boy," Jared admitted, "something about him seemed off." He gave me his embarrassed look again. "I kind of worked on your side of my house when he was around." He was nosy and protective. 

"You knew something like this would happen," I said. I pulled his hand onto my lap and wrapped it with my other hand. I wanted to keep it. "I wish I would have listened when you warned me."

"Boys will be boys," Jared said, shrugging his shoulders, "that kid just looked over-confident, cocky, like he wouldn't accept the word no." I don't know what overcame me. The way he talked, the way he had protected my baby, his logic analyzing a situation I had screwed up. His reluctant strength overwhelmed me. My aggression was completely out of character. I leaned into his lips and kissed him, praying I didn't seem as desperate as I felt. His lips went from confusion to desire in a heartbeat. His hand broke from mine, ran up my arm to cradle my neck. I leaned into it as my passion surprised me. He wanted me. The doorbell rang. 

I broke the embrace and let out the breath I was holding. Jared was smiling, his eyes, the swollen one included, lost in mine. The doorbell chimed again. "You better get that," he said softly, running his hand down my arm. I stood reluctantly, not wanting life to interfere. 

"I better get that," I repeated him, and nearly ran into the table on my way to the door. I blushed when I saw Natalie silently smiling in the hall. God, she saw that. What she must think of me. I just danced on her father's grave. A tidal wave of guilt washed through me. I had just kissed someone who wasn't Tom. Detective Adams was at the door. I looked at the clock, it was half past ten. 

"I'm sorry to intrude," the detective said, "your lights were on, and I'm trying to locate Mr. Thompson." Flustered, I opened the door wider.

"He's here," I said, welcoming her in with a wave of my hand. The detective entered reluctantly. I could see she really didn't want to be here. 

"I'm sorry, Mr. Thompson," the detective said, holding up a piece of paper, "I have a warrant for your arrest."

"What?" I asked louder than I intended. Natalie came out of the hall and moved quickly to the couch. I don't know what she was intending, but tackling Detective Adams may have been part of it. 

"Mr. and Mrs. Sampson are friends with the district attorney." The detective sounded apologetic. She wasn't enjoying this. "Their son is still unconscious; they are upset. They don't agree with your daughter's version of events. I have to take you in on assault and battery charges." I was speechless.

"They think I lied?" Natalie asked, her eyes fuming. "That bastard tried too..." Jared stood, still smiling from the kiss. He patted Natalie's shoulder to slow the start of her tirade. 

"It was not unexpected," Jared said calmly, "do I have time to make a call?" 

"Of course," Detective Adams answered. Her posture relaxed at Jared's easy compliance. "I came myself to try and make this easier." Jared pulled out his phone.

"This can't be happening," I said, and closed the door loudly, "is this because they have money?"

"I'm sorry," Detective Adams repeated, "I don't make the rules. I just enforce them."

"But it isn't right," Natalie added. I moved to my daughter. 

"Will our statements stop this?" I asked. 

"They won't tonight," the detective replied, "I am sure it will get straightened out in time." 

"Frank, it's Jared, sorry to wake you," Jared began his phone conversation. "I have a Detective Adams here with a warrant." He paused for a moment. "Assault and battery." Another pause. "Ten in the morning would be fine." Pause. "Okay, I'll leave it to you." He put his phone back in his pocket and smiled to the detective. 

"If you wait a few minutes," Jared said calmly, "I think we can avoid the arrest part." His confidence was unwavering. 

"I have a few minutes," the detective smiled. My confusion must have shown on my face.

"I have good lawyers," Jared said to me, then looked back to the detective, "I thank you for not sending a uniform. I wasn't really anxious for the flashing lights and handcuffs." 

"You expected this?" I asked. 

"My lawyers did," Jared responded, "of course, they thought it would be tomorrow. The Sampsons moved quickly." That was the second time he used the plural for lawyer. Who has multiple lawyers? I had thrown myself at someone I knew nothing about. 

A few minutes later Detective Adams's phone rang. She picked it up, listened and smiled. She put the phone back in its belt holder. "Well, Mr. Thompson, you do have very good lawyers." There was pleasure in her voice. "You have a ten AM appointment tomorrow at the municipal building, room 316. The warrant has been rescinded." 

"I appreciate your tolerance, Detective," Jared said with a smile. I think Detective Adams was blushing. I didn't like how she was looking at him. She was wearing a damn wedding ring. I looked down at my own hand. I had never removed mine. More guilt. 

I showed the detective to the door and said good night. Jared followed behind her. I didn't want him to leave, but I knew he shouldn't stay.

"Good night, Natalie," Jared called as he neared the door.

"Good night," Natalie smiled. Jared looked at me. For a second, I thought he would kiss me good night in front of Natalie. 

"Slower next time?" Jared whispered. He smiled softly when I nodded. He leaned closer to me and whispered again, "It was a really nice kiss." I felt my face flush and could only give him another smiling nod. I didn't dare open my mouth. Something uncontrollable would have come out. I let him leave with only an awkward wave. I was a guilty idiot who wanted more. 




The Hacker



"Ah, honey," I said to Natalie, "what you saw... I didn't mean for that to happen." I wasn't sure what to say. I had already lied to her. I meant it to happen. I know I did. 

"Dad would like him," Natalie responded softly as she sat back down on the couch. She was right, he was Tom's type of friend. I think my daughter was giving me permission. I smiled at her. After all she went through today, she was thinking of me. She grabbed the remote to finish the movie as I moved toward the couch. We both knew the whole movie by heart, it was a comfort food for the soul. I sat down, my daughter still looking at the remote. She looked up to me.

"He has lawyers, Mom," Natalie observed, "very good ones. I think you do know someone with a lot of money." My head snapped back to the door, like I expected Jared to still be there. The loss of control swamped me again. "Who is he?" Natalie asked, as she set the remote back on the table, the movie still paused. 

==========

Natalie and I searched the Internet, googling Jared Thompson. The number of links was staggering. I was expecting to wade through hundreds of useless links to find something remotely connected. I was wrong. My mouth opened as his picture appeared, suited up like a banker. It was an article in Forbes from five years ago, titled "Another Billionaire Born." 

Jared had founded a very successful Internet security firm. I glossed over the technical aspects and concentrated on the meat. It was a rags-to-riches story. He came from modest roots, working his way through college doing odd jobs. There were a few landscaping jobs listed which seemed to still suit him. He graduated at the top of his class and embarked on entrepreneurial success. He had sold the firm, thus his wealth. Another article speculated the company would collapse without him. Other articles mentioned the sale was forced, something about an accident. I googled again, adding the term accident. 

"Oh, God!" Natalie commented. A picture of an SUV, crushed to half its size from the passenger side, was at the top of an article from a Seattle newspaper. The article talked more about the dangerous intersection than the occupants. Reading deeper, it mentioned that Jared was hospitalized and his wife was declared dead at the scene. I covered my mouth and tried not cry. 

The next link had the same picture. It said Jared was in intensive care and not expected to survive. The dates on the accident articles were about a year prior to the sale of his company. After the sale of the company, there was nothing about Jared. We did find an obituary about his wife, Cynthia. She was buried in Seattle. There was no mention of children, only parents and a sister. 

We tried to find additional information, but only retrieved more of the same. There were some early articles about the growth of his firm. Nothing seemed to exist after the sale of the company. At least, nothing Internet-worthy.

"Why would he give us money?" Natalie asked. 

"We don't know that he did," I replied. Natalie gave me her are-you-stupid look. The look all kids perfect freshman year. "Well, we don't," I reiterated. Even I knew it was a weak argument. Jared became, in my mind, a little scary. Something didn't add up. Why would a billionaire buy the house next to mine? Why would he suddenly pay off my debts before we had even said hello to each other? He defended my daughter with all he had. According to Natalie, he almost killed Dan. Now I kissed him and he enjoyed it. I liked it and it terrified me. 

==========

I kept Natalie home from school and I called in sick. I barely slept, my mind reeling from a guilty kiss I couldn't forget. Natalie had passed out on the couch after midnight, in the middle of a movie neither of us was watching. I covered her with a blanket and watched her sleep. Dan would have ruined her. I knew that in my heart. No matter what Jared's motives were, he had saved my baby. I owed him everything for that. If he had truly paid off my debts, I owed him for that. I had nothing to pay him back with. That kiss. Why did I do that? I knew if Natalie wasn't in the house, I would have gone farther. I shook my head. The thoughts didn't go away. 'Slower next time?' he asked me. Tom, please forgive me. 

I made a big breakfast that morning. Something I rarely did. Usually we survived on cereal or a toaster pastry. I needed to feel more like a mother. I hadn't been there when Natalie needed me, but I could be here now. I broke out the waffle maker; it hadn't seen the light of day for a couple of years. The smell that filled the kitchen was warming, very homey. It brought Natalie from the couch.

"I'm late," Natalie said, moving slowly. 

"You're staying home today," I said, "I already called it in." Natalie smiled, her hair was all bunched up from the couch. This was family, albeit a small one, but family nonetheless. I couldn't help but smile back. Waffles was a really good idea. 

"That smells good." Natalie was practically drooling. I put a waffle, the second one I made, on her plate. The first one was a little deformed, so I kept it for myself. Butter, syrup and some orange juice. I felt more motherly. 

"You like him," Natalie said with no context, after we finished eating. The context was understood. It was on both our minds. She was too old. 

"It scares me," I said honestly, not admitting Natalie's statement was true and not denying it. I began putting the dishes in the sink, allowing me not to look at her. A mother shouldn't discuss such things with her daughter. 

"Daddy wouldn't want you to be alone," Natalie said quietly. I stared at the sink. I tried to stop it, but couldn't. Tears came. Tom, forgive me. Natalie hugged me from behind. She was more motherly than I. I turned to her.

"It wouldn't mean I didn't love your father," I stumbled with the words. 

"I know."

"No one could replace him," I argued. 

"I know."

"I really like Jared, as weird as all this is." I had cemented my feelings. "I think he likes me. I didn't think anyone would like me again." I admitted it, out loud. He made me feel desirable. I liked that feeling. I needed that feeling again. 

"I'm okay with it, Mom," Natalie said, giving me permission I didn't need, but sorely desired. "He's rich and not bad looking for an old guy." I saw the hint of a smile on her face as she said it. 

"You calling your mother old?" I said, a grin fighting away my tears. Natalie gave me a big smile. She knew she had changed my mood. 

==========

I caught Jared on his way out to his ten o'clock meeting. I had waited, like a schoolgirl, at the front window. I loved how he smiled when I waved down his car. He pulled into my driveway and rolled down the window. His eye had blackened, but the swelling had decreased. I really liked how he looked at me. 

"If you need us, let me know," I offered, "or, we can go with you if you want." Jared looked so handsome in his suit. He ignored my offer. 

"Can I take you and Natalie out to dinner tonight?" Jared asked. My insides were jumping up and down. I tried to not let it go to my face. I wasn't sure I succeeded. 

"That would be lovely," I answered, the words formed smoothly. Maybe I hid my desires. 

"Casual, about sixish?" Jared added.

"Perfect," I said, a little louder than I intended. I reigned in my glee. I composed myself to better represent my age. 

"Linda?" Jared asked with his desirable smile. 

"Yes, Jared."

"I'm excited too," Jared said as he backed the car out of the driveway. I found myself bouncing on my toes. I waved like an idiot and didn't care. I was no older than Natalie at that moment. It felt really good. I was a desirable woman with the heart of girl. I was going to have that boy. 

"He's taking us out for dinner tonight," I told Natalie when I returned from the driveway. 

"Us? Why not just you?"

"Because he is a nice guy," I surmised. "Because you need a night out after yesterday. Because he knows you are important to me." I smiled after putting all those thoughts in her head. I left out, 'because we need your permission' and he knows it. "It's just casual, so whatever you want to wear." I headed off to my closet. I only had about nine hours to find something to wear. Maybe I should go shopping. 

==========

I wondered if my skirt was too short. It looked fine in front of the mirror. Now, sitting in the car, it hiked up farther than I had anticipated. A good four of five inches above the knee. I tried to ignore it; it was too late now. Natalie was in the backseat of the car, designer jeans and some kind of white frilly pullover I didn't know she owned. It was cute and fit her age. Jared went with an olive green polo tucked into pleated khakis. He hadn't stopped smiling since we got in the car.

"Played hooky today, Natalie?" 

"Yeah, Mom thought it was a good idea. Let the rumors quiet down before I return to school." Jared was nodding his head in agreement. 

"How did your meeting go this morning?" I asked. Jared looked over from the road. His eyes fell to my knees, then snapped up to my eyes. My skirt was too short. 

"I think we all agreed that pursuing assault charges was heavy-handed," Jared smiled. "Dan is conscious and decided it may not be wise. Turns out he turned eighteen a couple of months ago." Jared glanced back at Natalie. "He insists he wasn't planning what you thought he was."

"He lets you off the hook, if I let him off?" Natalie asked. She put the pieces together faster than I did.

"Don't worry about me," Jared said, "if you want to drag him through the mud, do it. He deserves that much, and more." Natalie didn't respond. I looked back to see her aimlessly looking out the window, thinking. Jared didn't push it any farther. 

I straightened my skirt and tried to make it longer when I stepped out of the car at the restaurant. Jared was coming around the vehicle, so I could easily hide my efforts. Natalie noticed, her eyes signaling she thought it was funny. It wasn't funny. My skirt was too short.

Natalie moved ahead, leading the way to the entrance. Jared carefully put his arm around my waist. He leaned to my ear. "You have lovely legs," he whispered. Blood rushed to my face as I looked at his smile. He meant it. My skirt was just right. I pulled his hand farther around me and leaned into him. 

"Thank you," I returned quietly. Natalie was grinning at me as she held the door open for us. I wanted to wipe the grin off her face. It was embarrassing and wonderful.

Jared spent most of the dinner finding out about Natalie. It wasn't a feigned interest. He seemed to enjoy hearing about her volleyball team and her memories of camping with her father. The Girl Scouts and why she gave up on them in high school. What she was planning after high school. It turns out Natalie had dreams she hadn't yet confided in me. Jared just seemed to draw them out of her. If it wasn't my daughter, I would have been jealous of the attention he was giving her. 

"Can I ask you a question?" Natalie queried Jared as we neared the end of the meal. I saw where she was going. I wasn't ready to go there. I gave her a look she ignored. 

"You can ask anything," Jared said. I felt his hand find mine under the table. He was holding me there. Maybe he thought I would run. 

"Why did you pay off our mortgage?" Natalie came right out with it. She didn't even ask if he had. 

"Honey, let's not get into..." I started. I felt Jared squeeze my hand. It was an it's-okay squeeze. He knew it had been coming. 

"I don't have a good answer for you," Jared was speaking to me. I squeezed his hand back. He looked back at Natalie, "I saw your mother going out to the mailbox and returning like she was holding a hand full of the black plague. I talked with some neighbors and found out about your father." He paused for a moment. "I was born poor. My parents knew debt well. I know how it can eat at you. I did it because I could. It made me feel good." 

"We looked you up on the Internet. Why would you move into our neighborhood?" Natalie continued her interrogation. 

"Natalie!" I chastised. One brutal question a night. That was only proper. I can't believe she told him we were researching him. Jared squeezed my hand again and smiled. 

"She's right, you know," Jared said to me, "I do come off as a little strange." His face went solemn and answered. "I assume you read about the accident. Cynthia, my wife, died. She was my direction. The sole reason I went as far in life and business as I did. When I got out of the hospital, none of it held meaning anymore. I never needed the fine houses and cars. We had always planned a family and never seemed to find the time. My one regret." He looked up at the ceiling, covered in antique signs and memorabilia, "I wanted to get away from it. A more grounded life." I pulled his hand deeper into my lap. "I found myself in your neighborhood." He smiled at me. Why wasn't I speaking? Because I had lovely legs, because I felt desired. My words might damage everything. 

"How did you find out how much I owed?" I asked his eyes. Fear wrapped the question. I desperately didn't want him to think I was ungrateful. I just didn't want to completely lose myself. At least not yet.

"I broke the law," Jared responded. "One of my friends used my old company to run a credit check on you. I'm sorry for the invasion. It... it didn't seem as bad then as it sounds now." I lifted his hand up to my lips and kissed the back of his hand. I liked the truth. I liked how his lips formed it. 

"I think you're forgiven," Natalie smiled. 

We ended up ordering three different deserts and passing them around the table. I was going to skip them, but Jared and Natalie insisted on sugar. It was rather fun to take a bite of triple chocolate cake, followed by a spoonful of raspberry sorbet and then pucker up for key lime pie. Wonderfully sinful. 

"I decided." Natalie said, after she licked her spoon clean, "I don't want the thing with Dan to go any farther. His trip to the hospital was enough punishment."

"Are you sure?" I asked. I could pursue it as her mother. Dan was still breathing, so I wasn't completely satisfied yet. 

"Yeah," Natalie continued, "dragging it out would just hurt everyone. I would be happy to never see him again." 

"You will see each other in school," Jared said, "it may be difficult."

"I can deal with it," Natalie smiled, "I'll just say we broke up and aren't speaking to each other. It's easy enough, since I never want to talk to him again." Jared and Natalie looked over to me.

"If that's what you want," I said, reluctantly, "but if he comes near you again, or makes up stories, I am going to change my mind." 

"My lawyers can arrange it," Jared added, "we will let it drop if Dan keeps his distance with no disparaging remarks." Natalie nodded. 

"Okay," I conceded. It was probably best if we put it in the rear view mirror. At most, Dan would have only been slapped on the wrist since Jared had ended it before it got too far. 

==========

"What did he say to you in the parking lot?" Natalie asked, once we were back home.

"Nothing," I said, trying to remember if he said anything when we left the restaurant. 

"He said something," Natalie laughed, "you were all nervous in the car, then suddenly you were glued to his side with a silly smile." She meant when we first got to the restaurant. My face warmed. 

"Ah...he said I had lovely legs," I said, remembering how good it felt. 

"You were swooning," Natalie smiled. 

"I was not," I argued. Natalie just nodded, wearing a stupid smile. "He just caught me off guard." Same stupid smile. "Was it obvious?"

"Everyone in the restaurant knew." 

"Oh, God," I sighed. I was swooning. I must have looked like an idiot. Jared must think I was a twit.

"I'm sure he thought it was cute," Natalie said. Cute? I was a woman, not a little girl. I wasn't going for cute. What was I going for? 

"I have to apologize," I said. I didn't want Jared thinking I was an idiot. I started heading to the door. 

"For being cute?" Natalie asked. 

"For swooning like an idiot," I replied, ire in my voice. It had been too long since someone, a man, had commented on my looks. If Jared thought one comment would have me begging, he was sorely mistaken. I marched over to his house. A jumble of words ran through my mind. I just needed to set him straight. Nothing over the top, just slow it all down. Let him know that I wasn't easy, he was a nice looking guy, but I needed time. The door opened before I finished knocking.

Soft brown socks, khakis and an untucked olive green polo shirt. I looked up, his lips parted in curiosity, his eyes filled with...with me. All my words left me. I swooned.

"I haven't been with anyone since Tom died," I stammered. 

"Your skirt has been driving me crazy all night," Jared said. I leapt into his arms, almost knocking him over. He embraced me, his lips and mine merged forcibly. I wanted him. I didn't want to go slow. I parted my lips and let my tongue explore, tasting him. He grasped me tighter, his tongue dancing with mine. He hauled me deeper into the house and kicked the door closed. 

Jared moved backward, leading me toward a room off to the right. I fumbled with his shirt, trying to lift it off while not letting our lips part. He laughed warmly into my mouth as he lifted his arms. I separated just long enough to lift the shirt off him and drop it to the floor. Our lips reconnected, his hands struggling with the buttons on my blouse, mine working on his belt. My hand found his erection through his pants. I felt his desire for me, rock hard and straining. My heart swelled with his need. I undid his pants while he removed my blouse. My blouse found the floor, I lowered his pants and underwear with one push. He struggled to step out of them with my hands exploring my desire. He was so hard. I didn't know I could be so wet. 

Jared found the clasp and dropped my bra to the ground. He grabbed my breasts greedily, his mouth finding my nipples. He was devouring me. I leaned into him, guiding his head, giving myself to him. I quickly moved my hand to the zipper of my skirt. His hand meet mine there and he slowed. 

"Please," Jared breathed, "leave it on. I'll buy you a new one when we ruin it." I shuddered at his deep voice. Kinky boy. I wanted him to ruin me. I hiked up my skirt and lowered my panties. He smiled. I smiled. He lowered me to the couch, lifting my feet and removing my panties. His hands ran softly along my legs, he hadn't being lying, he loved them.

Jared kneeled before me, his lips following his hands along my legs. He parted my legs without hesitation, his lips and tongue running up from the knees along the inside of my thighs. He was playing with the hem of my skirt, slowly pushing it up. Heat burned between my legs, I wanted him higher, his lips, his tongue - all of him. I moaned uncontrollably when he pushed the front of my skirt past my sex. I widened my legs, exposing myself more. I had never been this bold, so wanton. It had been too long. Life was too short. I used my hands to urge his head forward. 

I nearly screamed when Jared's lips caressed my labia. God, I could feel him smile at the way my hips jerked. His fingers found my entrance, his tongue moved north, impatiently coaxing my clitoris to the forefront. I could feel the beginning, the warmth, the tingling and my seldom-used muscles contracting. I wanted the first time to be us, not just me. I struggled forward, reaching for Jared, pulling him on top of me. 

"In me," I begged. The man, turned lust-filled boy, softly fought my desire. 

"It's been forever," Jared said, "I won't last." I smiled and pulled harder. He followed.

"You won't need to," I moaned. Jared's rigid erection left a damp trail along my leg. His breathing became sporadic as he lined himself up. The anticipation was glorious, the desire in his eyes feeding my own. I grasped his shaft, aiming it home, shifting my hips to better meet him. 




The Hacker



It was heaven. Jared entered me slowly, struggling with his own need. My muscles stiffened, then turned to jelly. I felt all of him; my tunnel was on fire. Every sensation, magnified a hundredfold, echoed through my skin, exciting even my toes. I wrapped my legs around him and ground my pelvis into his. He was grunting magnificent sounds of lust. His eyes opened into mine. I convulsed, pleasure shooting everywhere and my pussy, ignored for so long, announced its brief ownership of my soul. My back arched, forcing my body into Jared. A deep moan escaped his lips as he flooded my insides with bursts of liquid heat. Another wave grabbed me, washing away all pain, leaving only rapture. Jared was my heaven. 

"Skirt was too sexy," Jared whispered in between heavy breaths. I laughed. My muscles felt like rubber. My man was unnecessarily worried about his performance. I reached up and wiped the slight sheen of sweat that had formed on his brow. I pulled his lips back to mine. I had a man in me. A handsome, wonderful man. I felt so human, so wanted. I needed to buy more skirts.

"I came over to slow things down," I chuckled weakly. I ran my hand behind his neck. I didn't want him out of me yet. I wanted him to lie there, a human blanket.

"Well, I don't think we can go any faster," Jared said as he gently pushed my tangled hair away from my face. He leaned over to the side slightly, and began absently caressing my breast. He was studying me. Unbelievably, I wasn't running to turn off the light. I squeezed him inside me. He smiled and somehow twitched his cock in response. We were playing in the most intimate, adorable way. The closeness was enchanting.

"I wish I could stay," I said, thinking of Natalie. I didn't want to leave, but I couldn't stay. 

"Can we slow things down again soon?" Jared asked. He had that boy in his face again. I had to bite my lip to stop from laughing. I really enjoyed him wanting me, his finger lightly tracing, almost a tickle, my breast. 

"I hope so," I said, projecting my desire to Jared, "somewhat quietly at first. I don't want Natalie to know how much I enjoy you just yet." I could swear I felt him grow inside me. I squeezed him again. More lips, more hands, more passion.

==========

"Did you straighten things out?" Natalie asked when I returned home. I was trying to look casual and not show her my backside. My skirt had a large wet spot on the butt. I also didn't want to get too close. I smelled of Jared. It was a wonderful smell I wished to keep to myself. 

"We have come to an agreement," I answered cryptically. I was lucky Natalie's nose was buried in a school book. She probably didn't even realize I had been gone for over an hour. "I'm going to hop in the shower," I said, backing down the hallway. 

I examined my skirt in the bathroom. It was likely ruined. I smiled at the spot on the ass. I was going to attempt to clean it, but I had little hope of its recovery. It was supposed to be dry clean only, but tomorrow it would be in the washer. It didn't matter. I loved that spot. I wanted to make more spots. Damn, he made me horny. 

I started the shower and stripped the rest of the way down. Looking in the mirror, I cringed at the amount of hair between my legs. I hadn't planned on being naked. Jared didn't seem to care. No matter, there would be less the next time. A little bikini trim would do. Nothing dramatic, seems the skirt does most of the hard work anyway. I laughed at the thought. 

I examined my breasts, adequate. My tummy could use a little less desert. Hips weren't bad for a lady my age. Overall, I had it going on. The thought shocked me. I was basically happy with myself. How shallow am I to allow my self-worth to be defined by a man? But what a man. The way he lost himself in me. The way I lost myself in him. Screw it. Define me Jared. 

I climbed into the water and ducked under the stream. It hit me with the warm water. Forgive me, Tom. I was going to fall in love again. 

==========

"And he ran in and saved her?" Betty asked. She had been grilling me most of the morning, trying to figure out why I was called away and then took another day off. 

"He beat him unconscious," I added. He protected my baby. 

"He's single?" Betty asked. I blushed and nodded. "You didn't!" 

"What?"

"Look at you," Betty commented, "you're all aglow. After what happened, there could only be one reason." I blushed brighter.

"Get your mind out of the sewer," I whispered, trying to get her to quiet down. I turned back to my work, ignoring her wide grin. I was glowing. Walking on clouds. It didn't mean everyone needed to know why. 

"Mrs. Henderson?" I turned to see a young man in flower livery. He was carrying a rather large vase filled with yellow roses and white calla lilies. I hadn't received flowers in years. I am sure it showed on my face. 

"Thank you," I gushed, moving the vase to the end of my desk. I breathed in the fragrance, a smile glued on my face. I think I bounced on my toes. 

"Sewer, huh?" Betty whispered. I ignored her and took the small envelope from its plastic stem. It contained a note and a gift card from an expensive downtown clothier. The note made me smile.

I don't know your size...yet. 

JT

"What does that mean?" Betty asked, reading over my shoulder. Her smile was infuriating. 

"None of your business," I chastised as I tucked the note away. 

"Bastone Appendiabiti. That's a really expensive store, I can't even afford to look in the windows at that place." 

"Shh," I said, waving her back to her computer. I tried to move back to my work. Betty was holding my chair, not allowing me to roll back into position. 

"Oh. My. God." Betty mouthed. "He's the one who paid your mortgage." I rolled my eyes. How did she decipher everything so fast. "You're telling me everything at lunch." She let go of my chair, then suddenly pulled it back again. "Everything!"

I swore Betty to secrecy at lunch. To be truthful, it felt good to share everything. Well, almost everything. I kept details about the couch private and replaced them with a single euphemism. She listened intently as she chewed through her chicken salad sandwich. 

"Something's not right," Betty said. I didn't want to hear that. "You're telling me this super-rich guy just happened to buy a small house next to yours, decides to eliminate your sizable debts before even saying hello, saves your daughter who he was keeping an eye on and then you two go at like rabbits." I blanched at her words. Jared's reasoning sounded good at dinner. The connection we made felt real enough.

"It's not like that," I defended, "you're taking it all out of context. You had to be there." Betty smiled and gave up on her analysis.

"Was it good?" Betty whispered. The way she said 'it' left no doubt what she was talking about. I leaned in so there was no chance the other tables could overhear.

"Like the first time," I whispered back, "without the fear, and we knew what we were doing." 

"Ooh," Betty sighed, "now I'm jealous." She paused a moment. "So, what did the note mean?" I wasn't going to tell her everything. So, I skillfully skirted the issue. 

==========

Jared was perfect. We kept our physicality from Natalie, though she had seen small showings of affection. He insisted on coming with me to Natalie's volleyball games and any other event where parents were welcome. At first he was calm, intent to be with me and watch the game. Over time, he became boisterous, cheering Natalie on and yelling at the blind referees. Natalie and Jared would get into deep discussions about strategy and what he thought the coach should be working on. Jared glowed when Natalie's team won and pouted when they lost. 

Natalie was struggling with math. Algebra was her nemesis. I understood the bulk of it, but had trouble passing the knowledge on. Somehow, we ended up being nasty with each other every time I tried to help. It had been a much easier in grade school. Jared, on the other hand, was patient and always seemed to know the exact difficulty Natalie was having. He showed her ways of handling the problems that triggered something beautiful in her mind. She would begin her homework with a frown and end it laughing with Jared. I saw it happening and I encouraged it. He was bonding with Natalie in the most wonderful way. Though I hadn't told him so, my heart was already bonded to his. My skirt-loving, kinky-boy hero. 

==========

I was waiting up. I don't know why, it was well past two in the morning, but I waited by the window. I couldn't sleep and I worried about Jared. Somehow I had gotten it my head that it all could end in a heartbeat. It was stupid to try to find holes in my happiness. I knew it, still I sat there looking out the window, watching his house.

A cab pulled up, and a very drunk Jared stumbled out. He had been at a bachelor party for an old friend. I had never seen Jared have more than two glasses of wine. I almost laughed, watching him try to pay the cabbie. He was obviously having trouble reading the denominations on the bills. I hurriedly slipped on some shoes. I was so happy he was safely home. 

I caught up to Jared on the sidewalk. The cab had already driven off. I could tell he was making sure it was the right house. I laughed as I wrapped my arm around him. His smile was sloppy, but honest. 

"I had to leave my car," Jared slurred, pointing off somewhere behind him, like the direction might help me divine where his car was. He was smashed.

"We need to get you inside," I said, kissing his cheek. I was so happy he had left his car. 

"I don't want to lie anymore," Jared said sloppily, "there were strippers there." Again he pointed behind him. I started to steer him to his front door. The word 'anymore' bothered me, but I wrote it off as too much to drink. "You have nicer legs," he drooled. I smiled at his inebriated compliment, even though he was comparing me to strippers. 

I maneuvered him down the hall and into his bedroom. I laid him on the bed and began removing his shoes. He watched me with drunken eyes, a happy smile on his face. His eyes were fading; those beautiful orbs that always saw me as better than I am. There was something so comfortable about them. 

"I'm so glad I found you, Natalie," Jared slurred as his eyes closed. I stared, shocked, his left foot still in my hand. He was out cold. He was drunk. It was just a slip. I finished removing his shoe as his statement festered. I couldn't ignore it. I tried to wake him. Nothing coherent would emerge. I sat on the bed and looked at him. Betty's words came back to me. My mind was tainted. I hated that my mind was ignoring my heart.

Paranoia made me search Jared's house. I disliked myself for doing it. It wasn't the what's-in-the-medicine-cabinet search. It was a loss-of-trust search. I had tears as I did it. Looking through his drawers and cabinets, looking in envelopes and reading things I had no right to. 

I searched Jared's bedroom, living room, kitchen and finished up in his home office. In the bottom drawer of his desk was a thick, glossy blue binder. I pulled it out, resigned to finding nothing but my own idiocy. I opened the cover. It was a photo album. Tears flowed as I saw the topic. My stomach lurched as I turned the pages. I puked bile on the floor. My life was shattered. 

I took the album and ran.

==========

"And you took it from his house?" Detective Adams asked. I had waited until Natalie went to school. I didn't want her anywhere near this. 

"Damn right!" I cried, "he's a sick freak. Look, that's a bag of hair. Do you have any doubt whose it is?" The detective paged through the pictures of Natalie. 

"You never gave him copies of these?" Detective Adams asked. She was at the page of Natalie as a baby. They were poor copies, but copies of the ones Tom and I had taken as Natalie had grown. 

"No!" My heart was shattered and filled with hate. "He stole those. That's who broke into my house." I turned the page to speed her up. "These are pictures of her room. How did he get these? He's never been to the back of the house." Jared was using me to get to Natalie, the sick fuck. "He went through my mail." I turned to the last page that contained loose photocopies of my past due notices. Everything he told me had been a lie. I quickly turned the pages back, my ire growing with each minute.

"These," I said pointing at volleyball tournament pictures, "I don't even have pictures of this. It was before he even bought the house." Detective Adams nodded her head. It wasn't the run-out-and-arrest-him response I was looking for. "He's been stalking her," I said loudly, "he should be in jail. He used me to get to my daughter." I almost threw up again, memories of being naked with Jared. The lies, my gullibility, it hurt beyond measure. The worst mother ever. 

The doorbell rang. I knew who it was. "Arrest him," I pleaded, "get him away from us. Can't I get a court order or something." The bell rang again. "He can't be on my property if I don't want him to, right?" I asked, pointing to the door. Panic was rising. I hadn't slept all night. The detective wasn't moving fast enough. Detective Adams rose to answer the door. 

"You can't be here, Mr. Thompson," Detective Adams said once the door opened. Anger flashed.

"Get out of here you sick fuck!" I yelled. The detective blocked the door and started moving Jared back. "I'm buying a gun," I continued loudly, "come near Natalie and I'll use it." I saw the fear in Jared's face. He had been caught. I wanted to see him suffer more. Detective Adams moved outside with Jared, her hand near her revolver. Maybe he would try something and she could shoot him. She closed the door. 

I ran to the window. She led him back to his house, seemingly talking calmly. Jared was covering his eyes with his hand. He knew he had had it. I hoped it hurt. Hurt more than it hurt me. Nothing could hurt so much. I waited at the window for the detective to return. 

Thirty minutes later a sedan pulled up to Jared's house and two men in suits got out and entered his home. Probably his lawyers. He would need a million of them. No money in the world could protect a pedophile. An hour later, another sedan. This one had FBI markings. A man and woman emerged and entered the house. Ten minutes later, Jared, in handcuffs, was led to the FBI car and put into the backseat. He looked terrible, face dejected. I hoped his hangover was a monster. Detective Adams returned a few minutes later.

"He's done it to others, hasn't he?" I queried. Happy to see the feds haul him off. 

"Not exactly," the detective said softly, "he was arrested for computer crimes. He confessed to breaking into some secure systems. The FBI booked him on wire fraud."

"He's after my daughter and you arrest him for hacking?" I asked incredulously. I wanted him hung. The detective looked reluctant to answer. 

"He has also confessed to breaking into you house," the detective didn't have any confidence in her voice, "he also admits to making copies of the photos and your bills. You can pursue charges if you wish. When the feds are done with him, we will prosecute. He won't fight it." She felt sorry for him. I saw it in her eyes. The bitch was taken in just like I was. 

"He had her hair!" I argued, fighting with the world. 

"The district attorney and I are convinced Mr. Thompson is not a threat to Natalie," the detective continued. It sounded practiced. 

"That's what he does," I yelled, "he sucks you in with charm. You're on his side." The detective looked dejected. 

"I'm not at liberty to say much more," the detective added, "he is going to put the house up for sale. He won't return to it. Let us know if you want to pursue charges." I wanted him hung. Detective Adams moved toward the door. 

"You bitch!" my anger was over flowing, "maybe he'll come after your children next." The detective stopped. She shook her head then continued to the door. I ran out of words. I wanted a chasm to open up and suck them all to hell. 

What was I going to tell Natalie? The last two men in her young life were scum. My life was over; hers just starting. I couldn't let this ruin her as it had me. I had to remind her of her father. Tom was a good man. There must be others in the world. I collapsed on the couch. I was almost one of those mothers, the ones you read about. They deny the obvious and allow their daughters to be abused by sickos, just to claim they have a man. 

I loved him. I cried. 

==========

"What happened to you?" Betty asked. I had decided to return to work that afternoon. I had no idea what to say to Natalie. Work would stall the conversation for a few more hours. I ignored Betty and logged into my computer. I had a stack of receivables to deal with. 

"Did you sleep at all last night? Did you even shower?" 

"Not now," I said. I grabbed the first payment and looked up the account. I typed in the wrong number and hit enter instead of backspace. I had to wait for the error message. I almost threw the keyboard across the room. I took a deep breath instead.

"Linda, talk to me," Betty said quietly. I could hear the worry in her voice. I gritted my teeth. I wanted to be angry, no more crying. I turned, maybe too quickly.

"Stop!" I yelled. Betty jerked back. It was too much. She turned back to her work. I had hurt her and for some reason, it felt like sharing. I turned back to my work. I processed the next twenty or so payments in silence. I barely saw the numbers, eyes to fingers, then hit enter. Bypass the brain, such a worthless tool. It can't even tell the difference between love and a con. 

"You were right," I said hoarsely, turning to Betty. Betty turned to me, a makeup smudge under her eye. I had hurt her. "something wasn't right." She didn't slide over like normal. She kept her distance. I deserved that. "He was after Natalie," I added. 

"Oh, God," Betty said, covering her mouth with her hand. She slid her chair next to mine. 

"I'm sorry," I apologized, "it's been a long night. I found a photo album full of pictures of Natalie in his house, even some of her hair." Betty gasped. 

"What did he say?" 

"I didn't talk to him," I admitted, "I called the police instead. The FBI has him now. Thankfully, I will never see him again." I looked down the floor, "He broke into my house to get some of the pictures. He's been lying the whole time." I felt my throat constrict, I forced it loose. 

"The FBI?" 

"Seems he hacked some computer networks. Wire fraud," I filled in. 

"Something's not right," Betty commented.

"I already know that."

"How did he pick Natalie out?" Betty thought out loud. "He's a billionaire. Couldn't he just buy a young girl if that's what he wanted?" 

"Who knows what goes through a sick man's brain." 

"He spent half a million on your debts," Betty kept going, "why would he do that if all he wanted was Natalie? It would have been easier to rescue her from a broke mother." 

"He was just trying to get close," I responded. I was less confident. "More money than brains."

"I'm so sorry, Linda," Betty said, then hugged me. It was a nice hug. I liked it better than sharing the pain. 

==========

"Hi, Mom," Natalie said brightly, "spaghetti for dinner." She pointed to the covered pot on the stove. I could smell garlic bread cooking. "I tried to call Jared to see if he wanted some. He hasn't called me back yet."

I had the worst conversation of my life. Natalie insisting I got it all wrong. She threw the album across the room. "He never looked at me that way!" she yelled. I couldn't blame her. He had fooled us all. I thought I was done crying, but I had hardly started. Natalie locked herself in her room, certain I had done something to chase him away. I threw the burnt garlic bread away. The spaghetti went down the disposal. No one was eating tonight. 




The Hacker



Jared Thompson had ruined us.

==========

Natalie hadn't cooked dinner in weeks. It's not that I expected her to cook my meals, it was the participation in the 'us' I missed. Her friends, always important, became critical. I was shoved somewhere behind the math teacher she hated. 

I didn't pursue charges against Jared. He had kept his word and put the house up for sale. The sign went up a week after he was arrested. There were no bites yet, even though the asking price was well below market. Some movers showed up one day and cleared out all the furniture, his clothes and whatever else wasn't tied down. 

My life was empty. The hole Jared bored into me had filled with hate. Natalie's disgust changed it to shame. I hadn't cried in days. It would have been better if I could. Betty talked me into a new haircut, shorter than I was used to. She thought it would give me a new outlook. It gave me nothing but less hair to wash. 

At least my walk to the mailbox wasn't misery. It was Saturday. I was home alone since Natalie had spent the night at a friend's. She was doing that a lot. I was losing her. The mailbox contained bills and ads. Normal bills. Nothing to cry about. I half thought I would get a letter some day stating all my debts had been reinstated. So far, Jared showed no retaliation. Not that he had any moral grounds to retaliate.

Mixed in the bills was a letter from some law firm. I sat down at the kitchen counter and opened it. The letter was filled with legalese. It seemed official so I spent some time deciphering it. A medical labs system had been compromised. By law, they were notifying all patients of the breech. Percy Labs was the name of the company. The name rang a bell, but I couldn't place it right away. Tom had so many doctors and so much lab work done. 

The letter continued to say that a breach had been contained, and, to the best of their knowledge, no personal data was used for illicit purposes. There was a number to call for more information, and free credit monitoring was offered. It was the bottom of the letter that confused me. 

Patients Affected: Linda Henderson

I couldn't remember using Percy Labs. My current doctor sent a pap smear to Tri-County Labs. I started backtracking my history. All our medical stuff seemed tied to Tom. I would have remembered if it was the second round of cancer. I wouldn't have paid it and would have received many late notices. Maybe I did pay them if the charge was small enough. But it was my name, not Tom's. 

Natalie chose the moment to walk in. She looked at me, her eyes still happy from her night out. Maybe she would talk, I desperately hoped.. 

"Hi, have a good time?" I asked. Natalie smiled. My heart lifted.

"Yep," Natalie said as she set her bag next to the door. "You wouldn't believe who Candice likes." She moved to the other side of the counter and sat down. Gossip. Normal everyday gossip. 

"Not David again," I smiled. I remembered Candice had an on and off thing with him. Natalie nodded and became animated. Her face lit up as she shared her night with the girls. I was in heaven. My daughter was a human again. Her eyes were looking at me, comfortable with what they saw. I hadn't seen eyes like that since Jared...

Thoughts slammed into me. Memories flooded back. My hands started shaking. I looked back down to the letter. I looked back up at Natalie. She had stopped speaking in mid sentence, looking at me with concern. 

"Oh, God," was all that came out of my mouth. I tried to undo the thoughts. There had to be another explanation. No, it all fit. I stared at Natalie's eyes. "What have I done?" 

"Mom, what's wrong?" Natalie expressed concern. I had never told her. We had always thought it best. I needed Tom. Oh, God, I needed Jared. 

"I...we...," I stumbled, looking at my baby. Natalie grabbed the letter out of my hand and began reading. I could tell she couldn't make sense of it. 

"What is this?" 

"I...I think that's the company Jared hacked," I said. My voice was getting weaker. Natalie's eyes narrowed. 

"Percy Labs?" Natalie asked, "what's that?" My throat tightened. I knew what had to follow. I sat up straighter. 

"You know how much your father loved you?" I started slowly. "You were everything to him." Please forgive me, Tom. Natalie shifted in her seat. She sensed something was coming.

"Mom, what's going on?" Natalie asked, trying to be an adult. She handed the letter back to me as if this would be no big thing. 

"Your father and I couldn't wait to have child," I continued, "you should have seen his face when he cut the umbilical cord." I felt a tear running down my face. I could still remember that day. I had forgotten the pain, but not the little baby they put in my arms. Natalie's eyes watered in sympathy with mine. 

"Mom?" Natalie tied to urge me on. Her voice was choking.

"Your father survived his first bout with cancer, right after we were married," I went on. I took a deep breath. "The chemo and radiation made him sterile." Natalie looked down at the letter in my hands. I could see her mind working. 

"Then Daddy..." Natalie didn't know how to say it. My heart hurt.

"Percy Labs, was used by the fertility clinic," I said, softly reaching for her hand, "they provided the donor." Natalie's hand was shaking in mine. 

"Daddy wasn't my real father?" Tears. 

"No," I said strongly, "don't ever say that. He loved you beyond reason. He is the one who changed your diapers and kissed you goodnight. No one can ever take that away." 

"That's not what I meant," Natalie said, wiping her eyes, "why didn't you tell me?"

"Because it didn't matter," I answered, with as much love as I could render, "you were always our daughter. It didn't matter how that came about."

"Why would Jared want to...Oh, God!" Natalie's hand covered her mouth. She wasn't stupid. Not like her mother. 

"You have his eyes," I cried. The floodgates opened. I had called him a sick fuck. I threatened to buy a gun. I had ruined myself.

==========

"Now that makes sense," Betty commented. I had told her everything. "You've talked with him, right?"

"We can't find him," I replied, "seems if you have a lot of money, you can disappear. I even went to the police. That detective knew. Jared confessed everything to her, but the feds demanded secrecy."

"Why the hell would they do that?" 

"Tom and I checked a box," I answered, "something about the in-vitro being kept private. No contact between the donor and us. They wouldn't let him say anything. The feds considered it like profiting from the crime." I looked at Betty and sadness entered my voice. "I said terrible things. I chased away the second man I ever loved." Betty smiled, completely out of place.

"He'll find you," Betty said confidently. 

"He's prohibited..." Betty shook her head, her smile increasing. 

"He broke laws to find his daughter," Betty continued, "he will do it again." She grabbed my hands. "He hacked into a company, broke into your house and spent huge sums of money to ease his daughter's life. Do you really think he is going to stop now."

"But..."

"But nothing," Betty said, there was a scheme behind her eyes, "you just need to tell him where to meet you." Her confidence was overpowering. For once, I listened to her. 

==========

I walked through the mall slowly. It was almost three. If Betty was right, Jared had to be around here somewhere. I looked the fool wearing sunglasses and a floppy hat inside the mall. I completed the picture with arms full of shopping bags. I wondered if spies felt ridiculous when they tried to hide in plain sight. The mall was packed, mostly families and a lot of teenagers. I was moving slowly around the food court, looking at every man who was even close to Jared's height. Maybe Betty was wrong. 

At exactly three, a bunch of teenagers leapt from their chairs and went into a synchronized flash mob sequence. It was sloppy, but humorous. Natalie had asked her friends to help and advertised it well in advance on Facebook. 

I saw an arm snap up, camera in hand. Jared had been sharing a table with a family. He had dyed his hair dark. A better disguise than I had employed. I was more nervous than I thought I would be. I walked to the table, Natalie's eyes were following me. I put my hat and sunglasses in one of the shopping bags and boldly sat next to him.

Jared didn't notice me at first. His eyes had locked on Natalie's. She was the only one not moving in sync anymore. 

"She knows," I said softly. Jared blanched when he saw me. His eyes, Natalie's eyes, showed fear. He started to stand. I grabbed his hand to hold him there. "I am so sorry," I pleaded, "I was a fool." He settled back into the seat.

"You were a mother," he stuttered. 

"The mother of your daughter," I cried. I didn't want the tears. They ignored me. 

"You set me up," he stated. I nodded, afraid I couldn't form a coherent sentence. His smile was glorious. It held all the forgiveness in the world. I didn't cry alone, I cried in his arms, on his shoulder. I had him, my boy was back.

The family Jared had shared the table with had fled. I suspect the scene was confusing and more than the mother would allow her kids to digest. When I broke the embrace, Jared wasn't looking at me. He was staring at Natalie who now sat across the table. 

"Your father was a good man," Jared said. Natalie nodded. 

"So is my other father," Natalie's tears were slower than mine. They came all the same. Jared was the only one with dry eyes. His smile must have forced the tear ducts closed.

==========>

Jared's lawyers were good. Very good. With my permission, Percy Labs was threatened with a lawsuit for failure to adequately protect personal data. The lawyers hinted there were possible class action ramifications. Tom and I did check that box. Jared was able to find his biological daughter. Facts were facts. The lawyers failed to mention that Jared asked me to marry him, and I said yes. Percy Labs dropped all charges in the end. 

Jared had never intended falling in love with me. He moved close to keep his eye on Natalie. Content, at the time, to remain separate, but watchful. It was after the accident, the one that took his wife, he felt alone and became thoughtful. He remembered working his way through college, the odd jobs, sperm donor being the oddest. An expert in Internet security, the servers at Percy Labs were child's play. He had made five donations, only Natalie's took. He broke into the house, took some hair from Natalie's brush, material for a DNA paternity test. That's when he ran across the dearth of unpaid bills. They held risk for Natalie's future. He eliminated them. He couldn't find it in himself to throw away the rest of her hair. Bagged, he stored it in what became Natalie's baby book. 

I spent every day apologizing for my words and actions. Jared spent every day kissing them away. He never held them against me, unlike what I did to myself. I am sure his initial attraction to me was being Natalie's mother. We quickly traveled well beyond that. Someplace special of our very own. He was mine and I was his. 

Jared came into the great room, straight from the shower after his yard work. A billionaire who cuts his own grass, go figure. I smiled from behind the counter. "Find us a movie or something, we can eat in front of the TV," I said while cutting the pizza into even slices. The cheese was still bubbling from the oven. Jared sat down, grabbed the remote and started traversing the online channel guide.

"Where's Natalie?" Jared asked. 

"She's spending the night at Traci's," I responded. I watched his expression tighten. His knuckles on the remote started turning white. I knew he wasn't reading what was written on the screen. I smiled, deciding he had suffered enough.

"I called Traci's mother," I added, nonchalantly, "she and her husband will be there. Traci is having four girls over for a sleepover." Color returned to Jared's knuckles. I could see him release the breath he was holding. I couldn't suppress the giggle.

"What?" 

"You were worried," I stated, smile in full bloom. Jared still didn't feel like he had a right to interfere with Natalie's upbringing. It didn't stop him from becoming sick with worry. He loved her as much as I did.

"I was not." I let him have his lie. 

"What do you want to drink?" 

"Lets go wild," Jared said, "beer goes well with pizza." I grabbed a couple of bottles from the fridge and popped the caps. I came around the counter and sauntered toward the couch. 

"How about Star War..." Jared's mouth dropped open. His eyes filled with me. 

Skirt - $24.95 at Wal-Mart and only twenty minutes to raise the hem. The look on my kinky boy's face - priceless. It wasn't the last time we ate cold pizza.



The Hacker Ch. 02



*Author's note - If you have not read Part I, you are encouraged to do so before proceeding.

*

Cindy was relaxing on the couch in her apartment, flipping through the TV channels hoping something remotely interesting was on -- there wasn't. Either re-runs or completely uninteresting programs. She turned the volume down and tossed the remote on the coffee table. Dressed in a pair of sweat pants and a fleecy top and a pair of fluffy bunny slippers she was treating herself to a lazy Saturday. She took a sip of tea and drew her legs up until her knees were almost touching her chest. She wrapped her hands around the warm mug and drew it to her chest. Wrapped up like this, she felt safe and comfortable, almost decadent. There was certainly things that she could be doing, but she promised herself a day of laziness as a reward for a hard week. It seemed like one of those days that you could wrap yourself up in like a blanket and be cuddled by someone. A perfect treat. Only the TV intruded on the peace and that was almost white noise thanks to the low volume. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the spreading warmth from the cup and let her mind drift to nothingness. Almost like meditation, her body started responding to this by relaxing tension that she didn't even realize was there until it's absence was felt. Her mind started picking up various sounds and sensations and played with them like a kitten with a piece of string. The sudden gust of wind, the reflected heat from the couch at her back, the smooth feeling of her teeth against her tongue. She let her eyes open and wander down to her slippers and was examining the furry material when her ears plucked a ribbon of sound out of the air.

"...Nicola Tesla claimed that he would visualize a new invention completely, down to the most minute details before starting physically working on ..."

It was a documentary on the mind. She had no real interest in watching it, but that one line had a remarkable effect on her. A name blazed through her like a meteor falling to earth -- Steve. Her pussy actually clenched as her mind drenched her in snapshots and sound bites from earlier in the week. She felt her nipples start to stiffen as she swam through the torrent of hot steamy memories and lazily let herself float with the current. He had made her come without laying a hand on her, in essence he had fucked her with his mind and skill. She felt another twitch in crotch and became dimly aware that she was starting to get wet, in more than one way. She'd been so distracted that she had tipped the cup she was holding and had spilled warm tea down the front of herself. 

"Shit, and my pants too! Damnit!" She jumped up and checked the couch. "No stains, just me -- perfect."

She walked to her bedroom and started stripping off her wet clothes, letting them drop to the floor. She pulled on her terry cloth robe and headed to the bathroom to run a bath. She was planning on having a soak anyway, the time just got moved up a bit -- this was her trying to console herself about having her lazy day interfered with. The water running in the bath was just the thing to relax her mind and the irritation faded away. She stood at the mirror and started putting her hair up when a thought flashed through her. The last time she was wearing this she was knocking at Steve's door, planning to clean his apartment in the nude. She remembered the raw fear that surged through her as she reached up to knock on the door. "RUN!" screamed part of her as she heard the metallic sound of the bolt coming free of the striker. The shock of realization that he'd cleaned up so she wouldn't have to, the anger she felt at him for covering her bet, and the feeling of tenderness at him being such a gentleman for the very same thing. The rest of the night was spent going from pleasure to pleasure, she would never have dreamed that someone could do that to another. She felt bad that she fell asleep, passed out from exhaustion to be more correct, before she could reciprocate. She felt even worse that she woke up on his couch, wrapped in a quilt and a note on the coffee table facing her.

"Last night was incredible, hopefully you enjoyed it as much as I did. I didn't have the heart to wake you before I left. I have to head out of town for 2 days - company emergency. Help yourself to anything in the fridge, I'll call you when I get back."

It seemed like a brush off, but didn't at the same time. The last thing she could really remember was the mind ripping pair of orgasms in the kitchen. She turned off the water and slipped into the liquid warmth.

"I wonder if he's back yet?" she mused aloud. Her brain wouldn't stop replaying the images from that night. 

"What he could do with the stuff I have in here." Her eyes skipped from object to object. He might put the perfume bottle in her, or the hairbrush handle. No, that was too obvious. She almost pouted as she thought to herself that she wasn't as inventive as he was. She tried to force herself to think about something else but it was no use. She slipped her fingers down belly and dove for her clit. No need to be coy about it, I'm going crazy thinking about this already. She placed a finger on either side of the little nub and drew her hand back almost roughly. Her clit was forced out of it's hood and up against her fingers. She rubbed her fingers against each other, gently rolling her clit between them while her other hand found her breast and started mimicking the motion using her nipple. Her pussy itself was twitching drawing up into her, almost like it was trying to coax something to enter her to complete the sensation. She could feel the trembling waves start to build and her mind started to fog.

"Oh... soon..." she said aloud, as if to encourage herself to keep going. Her hips hunched down and released outside of her will, her fingers clamped tightly on their captives and her body finally gave her the release she wanted. This one was more like being slowly submerged in warm oil, starting from the hips and working out. It seems to last forever and at one point she toyed with trying for a second one when the phone rang. Almost in slow motion, she picked up the cordless handset and flicked it on.

"Hello"

"Hey Cindy, it's Steve. Am I interrupting anything?"

"No, I just finished something." She grinned "Are you back in town?"

"Yea, got in yesterday actually. I've been busy"

"I'll bet, have a hard day slaving over a hot microchip did you?"

"Cute. Got any plans for supper?"

"Not really, what did you have in mind?"

"I've got Chinese being delivered in about twenty minutes, enough for two."

"Isn't that a bit presumptuous? What makes you so sure that I'm coming over for dinner?"

"It's not like that at all, I can make the leftovers into something tomorrow if you don't want to come over -- no big deal"

'Damn him anyway' she thought. A man who could sidestep a classic female jab so easily, a rare one indeed, She should sacrifice herself to ensure that his tactics can't spread to other males. She mentally laughed at the little joke.

"Sure, I didn't have any plans. See you in 15"

She jumped out of the tub and started an accelerated version of her morning routine. Thankfully her hair wasn't wet so she could spend more time getting a look together. She picked up the brush and was drawing it through her auburn locks when her eyes met in the mirror. How should she look? Professional, casual... slutty? Casual, with a flirt she decided. Clothes, what to wear. Several changes and one good swearing jag later she was ready to go. A final inspection in the full length mirror by the door she was pleased. Boot cut jeans, a black camisole with a white waist jacket, her hair looking soft but playful and her make-up just right. Shoes were a black strap sandal with a rhinestone buckle to complete the look. 

She headed down the hall to Steve's apartment and raised her hand to knock on the door when her mind started flashing images and sensations back to her from what happened the last time she knocked here. Two strong contractions in her pussy reminded her that this way lead to wonderful feelings, her heart started pounding in a response to the adrenaline dumped into her system and seemed to be trying to escape itself. How could she face him, the things she let him do that night, but of the things he did to her that night...

The door opened with her frozen in mid-knock.

"Hey, I thought I heard you coming down the hall, come on in and get comfortable. The food's on the coffee table."

She shook her head slightly to break the dazed sensations from her mind. Mustering all her poise and composure, she drifted into the room.

Polite conversation, chopsticks and cardboard boxes were the next hour. Cindy was having a hard time staying focused. She was sitting on the very couch that had been used that night, the kitchen in the corner of her eye, the linen closet. A week ago if someone told her that a towel could make her go wet she would have thought they were crazy. Hold it together girl, he doesn't need to know how much of an effect he had . WHAT DID HE JUST SAY?!

"Pardon, could you say that again"

"I built a new toy, if you're interested in playing again some time. The parts I need for the mixer will be more that a week, so I thought I'd try to make something else. I am your slave for the week remember?"

She blushed. If there is is such a thing, she blushed hard. Head to toe blushing she thought, that's another one that no other man has got me to do.

"I'll understand if you don't want to, things went really far and fast last time. I'm moving too fast -- this is just too weird right?"

"Well, as far as my relationships go, yes. Kinky and fast moving."

"Yea, better if we slow down. You know I wasn't even going to bring up the water bug. I don't know what made me bring it up. I really want us to try to be more than friends, but I can't stop thinking about the other night"

"Water bug?" Just the knowledge that the night of passion she had at his hands was special to him as well melted her even more.

"The toy I built for you."

"Sex toy I'll assume"

"Well, that was the impression I got from you about the mixer you wanted me to rework."

"True, I can't blame you there"

"Look, I'm not pushing anything. I understand if this is too weird for you. I shouldn't have brought it up"

"I didn't say that, as a mater of fact, I haven't said no, stop, slow down or anything else. That's your mind making the arguments for me. Here's what I see. You exposed a part of yourself to me that you keep locked up and hidden from everybody -- right?"

"That depends on what part you mean"

"The desire to experiment on a woman for mutual pleasure, using unconventional means to archive that goal."

"OK, when you put it like that, yes."

"You showed me that you are kinky, something else you don't normally share."

"I don't know if I'd say kinky"

"Machines, towels, toothbrushes, vegetables and kitchen tools,"

"Fine, I'm kinkier than a hairpin"

"You say it like it's a bad thing. Actually you're looking at it backwards"

"Huh, how do you figure that?"

"Well, look at it like this. Most guys just want a fuck, the girl's pleasure is either secondary or not a consideration. You on the other hand, have spent a tremendous amount of time trying to figure out how to please a woman. Your hacker skills however are tailored for as you put it -- hardware. You just crossed hacking and fucking and there you go. A considerate pervert!"

"Hey!"

"Just joking" She replayed what she had just said to Steve and realized that she was dealing with a very delicate moment. She knew he didn't have many friends and she remembered that it took her weeks to get him to say more than two words to her. He was an introvert that she caught in an uncontrolled moment of passion.

"Steve, show me what you built for me. I'm not promising I'll use it, but it's so sweet that you put all this work into it and I want to see what you made for me."

"OK, it's in the bathroom. I was doing some fine turning earlier"

She let him lead her to his creation. She wasn't really sure what it should look like, but as soon as they stepped into the bathroom she realized that there would have been no point in trying to guess.

It stood in the tub like an insect waiting for it's prey. An X shaped front formed from two spread feet and a pair of antenna with a small "head" between them. The flattened football shaped body extended from the head and towards the back wall while a single leg protruded back and terminated with a single suction cup stuck to the wall. A proboscis snaked away from where a mouth would be and was hooked to the spout of the tub. The entire thing was painted a bright blue. As she studied it she thought it looked better than a lot of modern art she had seen. The name Water bug seemed appropriate. 

"So what do you think" he ventured.

"It looks... interesting. What does it do?" She countered

"To be crass," he said, with a bit of forced bravado "you."

"Funny. Seriously though, what does it do"

"I'm not saying." The set of his jaw told her he wasn't joking. "If you want to try, fine. I'm not explaining how it works until I get your personal feedback on how it felt"

"I see. And if I refuse?"

"I'm not making a demand, you have nothing to refuse. I'll dismantle it and you'll never hear me mention it again"

'Damn him anyway' she thought.

"I didn't say I wasn't interested. I just want to know what I'm getting into"

"Getting into?"

"I mean might be getting into, if I was, I mean, if, ah hell" She blushed and admitted to herself that she wanted to know what this machine could do as badly as he wanted her to try it.

"So you wanna ride?" he said with a kid kid style grin.

"All right dammit, what do I have to do?"

"As little clothes as possible. This should work best with bare skin, but it might get you to come in your underwear"

"Nah, you've seen me at my best before" she winked and started stripping. Her back was to him, but she could feel his gaze burning across her back and ass as she stripped. 'I really must do something for him this time' She mused.

She turned around in a classic Venus on the half shell pose and shot him her best innocent look.

"What do I do now Steve?"

"Um, let me run the water to prime the system and make sure it's at a good temperature" He dove for the controls and taps and turned his back to her. Not before she noticed a hint of a blush and flush of excitement on his face. It was that first night again. Like playing Truth or Dare as kids, you never knew when someone would chicken out or if they knew something about you that you thought only you knew.

"OK, put your wrist in the water and tell me how it feels" 

"Nice, almost body temperature."

"Let me add a bit more cold water then. Ready?"

"I doubt it, but what the hell. What do I do?"

"Climb on like it was a horse, I'll cover the rest as we go."

Cindy stepped into the tub and studied the creation before her. The saddle had an oval shaped opening to the front and a smaller round nub further back. At the front of the saddle was a panel with a bunch of chrome t-handles and one big red handle labelled 'STOP'. She put one hand on the closest 'antenna' to steady herself and swung her leg over its back. She looked up at the antennas and saw two small brass nozzles pointed at her. 'What have I gotten myself into this time' she thought.

"Looks like I got the hight right. Comfortable?"

"Yea, so what now?"

"The lever marked STOP, push it towards me until it's level with the panel. If you need to stop at any time, this halts everything in one pull." She pushed the lever, but nothing happened. He saw her brows furrow and started to explain.

"Its like a circuit breaker, you just made power available to the system, but you haven't directed it yet"

"Power? There's electricity in here?! You're gonna kill me!"

"No, there is no electricity. The power comes from water pressure -- a pure hydraulic system"

"Ok, so it's safe"

"Remember what I told you last time -- safety then hacking"

"I feel better, so what next?"

"On the panel in front you've got T-handles arranged in a 'Y' pattern, turn the one in the centre a bit to the right."

Cindy grasped the smooth metal and twisted. If the saddle wasn't in the way she probably would have scampered away from the machine. Warm water flooded her crotch and then stabilized into gentle stream of water tunnelling up between her labia, seeming seeking her clit. She wiggled her hips a bit and without Steve knowing what she was up to she managed to spread her lips enough to allow the water better access to her.

"Mmm... that's nice. What a lovely sensation you have here."

"Give the handle a bit more of a turn." Cindy did as he asked and she was pleased to see that the pressure increased as did the water flow. Suddenly the water stopped, disappointment rose as she thought that something had gone wrong when the flow shot back up, and stopped, and then started again. The pattern became regular at about a second on, half second off and she realized that this was no mistake. He had somehow managed to make a water based vibrator. A dreamy smile spread across her face.

"I thought you might like that. It'll go faster and harder as you turn the knob. It's able to do about 500 pulses a minute at full strength."

"Oooh, that sounds like a bit much but it's good to know that it's mnnn flexible. God this feels soo good. I don't know if I've ever felt anything like this before"

"Ready for more?"

"Well, I'd hate to leave all these features untested" she said with a dreamy smile.

"The bottom handle, give it a half turn"

She did as he instructed, but didn't notice any change. After about 5 seconds of nothing, she noticed something rising up from the saddle and was now pressing against her. Lubricated by the water from the jet at her clit, it spread her lips and relentlessly tunnelled inside her. Slowly, oh so slowly it continued its burrowing. It must have been a full 15 seconds before she felt it start to retreat back down. It felt soft and warm inside her but at the same time rigid. Her clit was starting to throb in a very happy response to it's water drumming and this new addition was making her twitch in a very pleasurable fashion. 

"From the look on your face, I'll assume that works. Turn the handle to ¾ " Steve's voice was almost trembling.

"Oh fuck this feels so luxurious -- I could do this all day. A slow lover." She giggled and turned the handle.

Her pussy registered the change by way of clench and an almost electric wave of sensations. The mechanical cock started moving faster and was almost pulsing almost twisting inside her.

"Oh Steve, what is this -- what are you doing to me?"

"Do you like it?"

"Oh yes! Oh so much. But what is it doing to me?"

"Hopefully, making you very happy"

"Oh, ummm, yes, but , mmm, how?"

"I'll explain later, Top handles to ½"

She didn't realize it until he said it, but she had been gripping the sides of the panel quite fiercely. Without really thinking about what these would do she turned them as he commanded and saw water come streaming out of the antennas of aimed in the vicinity of her breasts.

"You can adjust the aim by moving the nozzles, I'll assume I don't need to tell you where to aim them"

"Duh" She laughed and adjusted the streams until the water was aimed directly at her nipples. The sensations were intoxicating. Her clit was being drummed on, her pussy was being filled with a pulsing cock, and now her tits were being pounded with thousands of tiny water droplets. She was going to come from this and it wasn't going to take long either. Knowing that Steve was standing there watching her squirm on his machine made it a thousand times hotter than it could have been and all the sensations were piling up on her.




The Hacker Ch. 02



"So that's it. You can adjust it you like. You've got all the controls active now."

Cindy nodded and reached out for the control panel. Almost frantically, she twisted handle after handle, the top two were maxed out, followed quickly by the one at the bottom. The machine responded, the drops that were driving into her nipples turned harder while the cock started pounding into her and was now almost buzzing instead of pulsing. Her hand hovered over the final handle for a moment and then shot down and wrenched it all the way to the right. The water drumming at her clit increased in power and speed. Her hands left the panel, shot to the antennas and locked there as if magnets had drawn them. She felt the orgasm running her down like an avalanche, so fast, so quick. Her head snapped back like a whip and her eyes closed so hard that she felt a tear escape. Her back arched and her toes curled as if to gain a better grip on the floor of the tub. She was dimly aware that she was chanting "OhgodOhgod" but wasn't really able to do anything about it. Wave after wave tore through Cindy -- it seemed for a while it wouldn't stop. This devilish machine would somehow make her come forever. Finally it started to ebb enough for her to remember the STOP lever. She wrenched her left hand free and yanked the lever to stop the machine. The sensations stopped so abruptly it was almost a shock. She slumped over the panel and let her breathing start returning to normal. Her body was still twitching occasionally as aftershocks of pleasure bolted though her. 

"So, are we calling this one OK?" Steve grinned.

"OK? Jesus, if it could cook I'd marry it on the spot!" Cindy grinned. A satisfied smile spread across her face as her body started winding down. She felt like she needed sleep, but there was no way Steve would be denied again. She owed him several good solid fuckings already and she wasn't about to have the tally climb any higher.

"I'll go get you a towel, you're gonna get cold. Be right back." Steve headed for the linen closet.

Cindy was about to slide off the back of the machine when the realization dawned on her. The thing still had her impaled on its dick. It was at full extension and there was no way she could get free until it was retracted.

"Steve" she called out in a playful tone "your little creation doesn't want to let me go. Tell me you trained it to lie down."

Steve came back in with a concerned look on his face until he realized what was going on. 

"Damn, I hadn't thought of that. No problem." He reached around and twisted all the handles to their original position. He then snapped the STOP handle down and twisted the bottom handle about ½ way. She felt the jump inside the machine as it started to come back to life. Slowly the phallus retreated back to it's original position. She turned off the machine and swung a trembling leg over the saddle and stepped out of the tub.

Steve came up behind her and draped a towel around her shoulders. Almost an embrace she thought, and yet, he actually hasn't touched me. She took the ends of the towel from him and tucked them down the top of the towel to hold it in place.

"Steve, can we go sit in the living room for a bit?"

"Sure, can I get you something to drink? Wine, water?"

"I've had enough water for the moment." She smiled "I don't suppose you've got any Brandy?"

"I do actually. It's not a great one, but it's not bad"

She arranged herself on the couch and fussed with her hair a bit while waiting for him to come back.

He slipped a warmed brandy snifter in her hand and sat on the opposite couch.

"So, tell me about the little invention of yours in there."

"What did you want to know?"

"It doesn't use electricity, but it moves like nothing I've ever see. How does it work?"

"Well, the antenna nozzles are just straightforward garden hose nozzles on goose necks. The front one is a sprinkler head with a little propeller to one side. As the pressure increases it starts spinning. It interrupts the water briefly giving it the pulsing effect. The higher the pressure, the faster it spins."

"And it feels fantastic" She squirmed slightly as she recalled the sensation "what about the other part?"

"Ah, that was a bit of a challenge. You've seen lawn sprinklers that slowly wave a fan of water back and forth?" Cindy nodded "well, inside that is a little waterwheel and a set of gears. With a bit of work I cut one of those apart and hooked it up to a vertical slider. All I had to do then was stick a dildo on it and it was ready."

"But that's not what you had hooked up. That didn't look or feel like any dildo or vibe I've ever heard of."

"You noticed, cool." Steve looked almost smug. "The one you were enjoying was a prototype I've been working on today. It's a nylon plastic mesh tube inside a thin rubber sleeve. Inside is a little rod with holes drilled in at an angle. That rod goes down to the outflow of the gearing so when there is enough water pressure it starts spinning like the spray arm in a dishwasher. That sprays water inside the sleeve making it hopefully feel like something good."

"Hah, good? You have no idea how that felt. I couldn't describe it if I had a week to try. Fucking awesome comes to mind though" 

"I'm really glad it worked and that you like it. It means a lot to me."

"So how the hell do you come up with this stuff. You can't be working out of a book. Do you walk through the gardening centre and think, Gee, that'd look good stuffed up somebody's snatch" She giggled into her snifter and flashed a devious look at him.

"Well, no, yes, kind of. It's hard to explain."

"Try"

"When I go to a store, I kind of inventory the stuff that is there. When I get an idea for something I'll go back through that inventory and figure out what I can use off the shelf. If I can't find it, I'll make it."

"But the ideas themselves, how did you come up with that little delight in there?" She jerked her thumb over her shoulder, pointing at the bathroom

"I'd be lying if I told you I completely understood the process. I think my mind will toy with an idea outside of my normal thoughts and when it decides that it's got something it flashes it to me."

"I'm sorry, you're going to have to explain that. Flashes?"

"Hmm... I'm not sure I can. You know the phrase 'like a bolt out of the blue' it's kind of like that. Or trying to read a book by the light from lightning flashes. If it's a simple idea it's easy to get in one bolt. something like the water bug took several, and the other night was a continuous storm."

"I kind of get it. But you're saying that you don't actively invent these things."

"Well, of course it's all me. The flashes show me rough plans or basic concepts. I have to then actively work on them to bring them into the real world."

"So in essence I was riding the lightning." That statement sent a thrill through her. He was just about ready to be trapped.

"I... well..." Steve looked like she had slapped him. He hadn't thought of it like this.

"Fucking me with your mind."

"...ah ...I"

"You don't spring effort like this for just anybody -- do you?"

Speechless and almost frozen in place - Steve just blinked. She had him.

"In fact, I'm willing to bet that I'm the only person that has ever been lucky enough to have 'ridden the lightning'. Am I right?"

Steve nodded, almost in a trace.

"Wouldn't you say that this is something that you do for someone you care deeply about. This is a pretty deep part of your soul you've shared with me."

Again he nodded.

She put down her glass and stood up in front of him.

"Don't think for one minute that I haven't wanted this too. I screwed up my computer deliberately more times than I can count to get you to come over. But you'd never make a move. Don't you like girls?"

He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. The fiery gaze that looked down from her seemed to be cutting right through him.

"Y..yes of course I do."

Cindy flipped the corners of the towel out and let it drop to the floor. Steve's gaze fell to the floor.

"Don't you like me?"

"Yes, but..."

"But nothing. Look at me."

His eyes lifted to hers again.

"Steve, I'm going to fuck you. Unless you don't want me."

"I want you to" he said quietly.

"What's wrong, don't you like me?"

"It's not that, I just don't want things to change. I've found someone who is accepting of my kinks for lack of a better term. I don't want to lose that, even if it means our relationship doesn't advance beyond this point."

"Well, let's see where this takes us. Now touch me."

Steve reached out to her and placed his hands on her hips, she reached down and started running her fingers through his hair. She took a step closer to him and his hands drifted down the sides of her thighs and back up, his palms flattened and slid to the small of her back. His lips gently kissed her stomach and he started moving kiss by kiss to her hip. 

'Damn, he's thoughtful.' most men dive right for the prize when offered its like this. She forced herself to remember that this was supposed to be for him, not her. She lowered herself so that she was sitting on his outstretched legs and pulled his mouth to her left breast. He immediately took her hard nipple between his lips and started drawing his tongue across it in slow full length licks. His other hand moved from her back to her hip and finally to her pussy. He used the back of his hand to stroke her gently at first but she ground down on his hand to let him know that gentle and slow was not the order of the day. Taking her cue, he turned his palm up and slid two fingers between her lips and started stroking the area around her clit -- being careful to avoid the little nub itself. She reached down and undid his belt and opened his pants. Stepping back and kneeling down she helped him out of the rest of his clothes. She placed her hands on his knees and look at his face.

"So, how bad did you want me that first night?"

"Really bad."

Her hands moved slowly up his thighs.

"Why didn't you try to get somewhere that night"

"The bet was one reason, and the fact that you passed out on the couch from exhaustion would be the other. It would have been pretty scummy to try to do anything."

Her hands reached the base of his cock, she gently laced her fingers together encircling it as if to contain it. His eyes closed at her touch and a slight moan escaped from him.

"True, but I'm not tired now." With a smile she turned her head slightly and brought her face down to the head of his cock. She pursed her lips and placed a tight kiss on the tip. He moaned as she pushed her still pursed lips down to meet her fingers. Her tightened mouth made for an incredible sensation and this was augmented by slowly swirling her tongue around the head and drumming her fingertips on the shaft. Pent up and extremely turned on by her session on the water bug he realized that he was getting close to coming.

'Too fast, I've never come this fast' he thought.

"I'm close, oh Cindy, I'm close" he warned through gasps.

'Gotcha now' Cindy thought to herself. Her hands suddenly dropped to his thighs and she slid the full length of his cock into her mouth. She felt the tip touch the back of her throat, she swallowed hard twice knowing that the sensations from her tongue and throat would tip him over the edge. Sure enough she felt the first spasm, quickly she pulled back and placed her hand over his head and felt the first jet of cum blast into her waiting palm. Now that she had sufficient lubrication, she quickly shifted her hand so that she had her fingers wrapped around the head of his cock and her thumb blocked the next jet from escaping. Steve's hips did the rest of the work. Now that his body felt something tight and wet at the tip of his cock, his hips bucked to drive further into the target. Jet after jet flooded Cindy's hands, cum was now flowing out between her fingers, making his cock slippery and gooey. She continued to stroke and caress him, spreading his cum over him and revelling in the power her held as she watched him lose all control under her ministrations. Finally he slowed and collapsed back to the couch. Cindy slid her cum soaked hand down his shaft, rested the heel of her palm at the base of the shaft and started giving gentle rhythmic squeezes to mimic a twitching pussy.

"That... was... incredible!" He gasped.

"Glad you liked it. Let me get a towel and clean up before we mess up your couch" She let her grip relax and slid her fingers gentle off his shaft. 

"I can do that." He said

"Shut up and lie there. Let me do the work for a change will ya!" She grabbed a towel from the hanger in the bathroom and was about to head back when she had an idea.

Steve was still coming out of the post orgasm glow when she came back and knelt beside him. 

"Let me get this, I made the mess anyway" she said with a wink. His eyes bolted open and then relaxed as he realized what she had done. He was expecting a terry cloth towel, what he got was a warm moist sensation gently moving over him.

"Clever." He said with a smile.

"Someone showed me that a warm wet towel would feel better than a dry rough one."

"Wonder who that was." He moaned softly and his head dropped back and he closed his eyes as she finished wiping him off. She stood up and headed back to the bathroom to hang up the damp towel. The water bug was still sitting in the tub, almost looking at her like a pet that wanted attention. She tossed the towel over the antenna, thinking that it was kind of like putting a blanket over a birdcage. Folding her arms across her chest she studied the machine. Lawn sprinklers and pipe turned sex toy, who would have believed it. Shaking her head to bring herself back to the present and headed back to Steve.

"So, you think you've got one more left in you? I'd really like to be fucked by a human for a change." Cindy almost didn't believe that was her that said that, so raw and aggressive -- not like her at all.

"I... but... sure!" Steve passed from surprise to confusion to excitement. His body however suffered none of the confusion as his cock started to rise almost as soon as Cindy had finished her question.

"Excellent. Why don't you lie down on the floor and let me drive?" She felt a flush of excitement run through her body. She was never this aggressive, but she was starting to enjoy the feeling of power it gave her. She decided that she was going to explore this tonight, Steve seemed to be responding to it as well.

She stood over his face and looked down at him.

"Do you like the view?"

"Very much"

"Would you like a closer look?"

"Absolutely"

She dropped to her knees and straddled his face. His breath on her thighs was enough to make her pussy twitch, but she planned for more action than that.

"Do you like that?" She asked

He didn't answer her, but she felt his fingertips on her labia. Gently he opened her and the cool air washed over her.

"Ohh... put a finger inside me Steve." She blushed as she said this.

He complied eagerly, her soft flesh parted and his finger tunneled inside. He could feel her vagina clenching and trying to draw his finger deeper inside her. Almost without thinking about it, his other hand went to the small of her back and he pulled her down to his mouth. As she sank down she moaned in anticipation, slowly she maneuvered so that she was where they needed her to be. Steve drew a deep breath and his brain surged at the smell of her wet pussy. A musky sent with a floral undertone, he let his tongue snake up between her flesh to her clit and started slowly circling it. Cindy responded to this by moaning softly and clenching his finger more intensely. His tongue squirmed and dove and circled and licked and spooned her pussy while his finger alternated between pistoning in and out and firmly circling her g-spot until she thought she was going to cum right then, but she had other plans. She slowly moved back up on her knees and moved down his chest. Sensing what she was doing, he slipped his finger from her. She reached down between her legs and guided him to her entrance. She lingered there for a moment, letting him feel her hot lips sliding around his head. Without warning she dropped and let her pussy envelope his total length. They both moaned with pleasure. She lifted her hips up and back down, the hard cock filling her and retreating. Steve started pushing his hips up to match her descent, adding to the speed and pressure. His hands found her nipples and started gentle twisting and pinching as her moans coaxed him to continue. She leaned forward slightly and placed one hand on the edge of the nearest couch for support while her other sought her clit. Total abandon took them. Her moves were matched by his. His cock flexed as she hit bottom, she clenched to answer, he thrust up to get further inside her, she ground down to let him tunnel deeper. Her hips started to grind each time she bottomed out a stroke, his heels and shoulders were soon the only parts of him left on the floor -- his back was arched like a bow drawn to fire. She felt it before he said it, the tell tail twitch of impending ejaculation. 

"Are you able to cum?" He gasped.

"No, but cum for me." And to make sure that he really didn't have a choice she clenched hard and ground down on the next down stroke. She felt his body start to go rigid and his hands dropped to her hips, locking her down to him so she couldn't rise back up. The hot jet of his cum made her pussy slicker than it had already been, the second jet caused her to realize that she just might be able to cum, if he could just keep this up a bit longer. Her fingers worked frantically to get the build-up to the breaking point, his cum was now drooling out of her and lubricating her fingertips. Not like her own juices, his was thinner and more slippery, another jet lashed at her cervix and that was all she needed. Wracked with an onslaught of sensation and passion they were both locked and frozen, silent and joined together in a single mind numbing shared experience. Cindy shuddering as her fingers moved to get all they could from her, Steve trying to pull more of himself into her and filling her with his cum at the same time. Finally the twinned orgasms receded, Steve collapsed to the floor, Cindy fell on top of him. Both of them heaving to catch their breath. Steve was softening inside her and she could feel him trickling out of her as he pulled out.

"Holy hell, I have never felt anything that powerful." Steve moaned.

"What can I say, a girl's gotta have some tricks." She grinned as she rolled off his chest and onto the floor beside him. "I've got to have some way of competing with that wonderful mind of yours."

"Mmm.. so it's strictly competitive is it?"

"I hadn't planned on it. But thanks for reminding me, you still owe me."

"Pardon?"

"You are still my slave remember? Are you going to have my mixer done before the end of your week of servitude?" She asked with a dreamy giggle in her voice.

"What if I don't" He challenged.

"Well, I guess you'll remain at my beck and call until it's done." She parried.

"Months" he mumbled as he snuggled his face to her breast "it could take months." 



The Hacker Ch. 03



*Author's note - This story can be read by itself, but for maximum enjoyment please read the first two installments. Thanks for reading!

*

Steve and Cindy had been spending time at each other's apartments over the last two weeks. Their relationship had deepened and grown to the point where they truly felt like a part of each other. Cindy learned that the hacker skills Steve was so proud of weren't limited to sex. He could turn the most mundane food into a delightful luxuriance. That was proven the night he told her that they were having ramen noodle. She decided to watch what she figured would be a demonstration of bachelor water boiling. This was not the case. Steve boiled the noodles and then added thin strips of beef and ginger to a wok. The noodles were drained and dumped into the wok along with chili oil, some pea pods and a few other touches. The result was on par with anything she'd gotten in restaurant. When she questioned him about the recipe, he shrugged and told her that it was off the cuff and he really didn't know if it would be any good. 

She was continually surprised by just how much of his ability was applied to his life in general and how little he acknowledged as remarkable. A coat hanger was adapted to a makeshift toaster when the artisan bread they bought wouldn't fit in the regular toaster. A piece of chewing gum and a bit of plastic wrap fixed the car during a Sunday drive. He even managed to fix her shoe with a drywall screw when she broke the heel one morning. 

She managed to glean out of him that he studied mythology and ancient Europe. At times he seemed almost manic when an idea seized him. At one point she referred to him as a wizard -- he truly seemed to be conjuring when he worked. Computer code was substituted for spells of old. Alchemical potions were replaced by hardware and raw material from various sources. Incantations became the howl of tools and the final result, instead of gold, was pleasure. 

Cindy was somewhat downcast that she wasn't a match to his skills, at least until he explained the double edged nature of being a modern age Tesla. People were actually threatened by his ability and as a result there was a societal isolation levied on him. His lack of friends was more to do with the inability to locate understanding individuals and less to do with a lack of peers. People generally were fearful, ignorant, intolerant louts when confronted with the unique talents that he possessed. 

After many years of trying to make friends on his own merits, he learned that he had to hide his talents if he wanted friends. For a time that was what he did but it soon became clear that he could not hold back his talents. Friends either didn't understand or could not tolerate the situations and simply fell out of his life. Lonely, isolated and confused as to why, he focused on his work and his hobbies. 

All of this changed the day Cindy appeared. Not that he noticed the change at first. She had immediately noticed something special about him. She had spent almost a year working into his world, not totally realizing what waited behind the door she was trying to slip behind. Yes, she knew that there was a smoldering passion there, but nothing indicated the fire it would awake nor how easily it could be rekindled. 

Two weeks of experimentation, improvisation and good old fashioned fucking -- what a time it had been. She had logged on to his computer and had just finished checking her e-mail when she noted that his wallpaper was a scene of a beautiful nude man and woman apparently chained together while a dirty muscular man smirked from a distance. It looked like an old painting, but somehow new as well.

"Where is this from?" she asked.

"A friend of mine made it, he calls it captive betrayal"

"I don't get it, it looks more like S&M"

"Hephaestus, Aphrodite and Ares. Do you know the story?"

"No, mythology was never my strong suit"

"Hephaestus, the god of the forge and the ugliest of all the gods was married to Aphrodite the goddess of love and beauty. She wedded him because she knew she could trust him not to cheat on her. He loved her devotedly and his whole life became set to making her happy. In his forge he crafted her jewelery and trinkets so wondrous they actually enhanced her already perfect goddess beauty. Aphrodite was never really happy with her marriage. Hephaestus was totally devoted to her, but she lusted after Ares, the god of war and cheated with him repeatedly. Eventually Hephaestus found out and built a trap of unbreakable chains to bind the adulterous couple. When the trap was sprung, he dragged them still coupled together all the way to the hall of the gods on mount Olympus to humiliate them as they had done to him. He eventually let them go and divorced her. Heartbroken and defeated he returned to his forge and stayed there. He isolated himself from the other gods for all time."

"Wow, I had no idea there was anything like that in the old religions. I thought it was all suffering and punishment."

"Ha! The Greek gods pretty much fucked anything that moved. I'd say a good third of the stuff I've read involves one of them catching hell for some indiscretion."

"Interesting... what interested me even more was this is your choice for a desktop wallpaper. Kinda says a lot don't you think?"

"Well, I wouldn't read too much into it. It's a beautiful picture, that's all."

"Bull. That's a somewhat subtle allegory and a thinly disguised message."

"No, it's just a picture."

"OK, so let's get this out of the way right now. Where do you work on your creations?"

"Huh?"

"You aren't building any toys in here. Adjustments and final touches, but the major construction is elsewhere."

"A friend of mine owns a metal shop a few blocks from here. I do some computer work for him and in return I get after hours access to the shop and tools. He's cool with it as long as I supply my own materials and clean up after myself."

"Interesting, so when do we leave?"

"For where?"

"For someone so smart you sure can be dumb sometimes. The workshop, silly."

"Why?"

"Well, I'd like to see where you create these things"

"OK, I guess. When did you want to go?"

"I don't know, sometime soon." 

The conversation wandered off into other areas and it had been about an hour when the phone rang. Steve was in the shower so Cindy answered.

"Hello" 

"Hi, is Steve there?"

"Yes, but he's busy at the moment. Could I take a message?"

"Sure, this is Don at the Forge. Tell him the stuff he's been expecting showed up today. I'll put it in his cage."

"Will do, anything else?"

"Nope, that'll do"

"I'll make sure he gets the message."

Just as she hung up the phone, Steve emerged from the bathroom.

"Who was that?"

"Don, he said the stuff was in. Does that mean anything to you?"

"Hmm... I wonder if everything showed up."

"Everything what? I'm going to start thinking you're dealing drugs if you don't start explaining what this is about."

"I guess you'll get to see the workshop sooner than I planned, let me get dried off and we'll go for a drive"

Steve refused to answer any more questions about it. In about an hour they were standing in a huge machine shop.

"Well? What do you think? Is it everything you hoped for?" His voice ricocheted around the sprawling space.

"This is huge! What do they make here?"

"Custom parts for specialty equipment and antiques. Don has some amazing people working here."

"Interesting... so where is this stuff that he was talking about?"

Steve lead her to a chain link lock-up in a far corner. He opened the gate and motioned her inside. There were several unopened boxes with shipping labels and a pile of round and square tube neatly stacked in the corner. Her eyes swept around the rest of the enclosure and surveyed the area. There appeared to be several items either being repaired or dismantled. Planted in the middle of of the discord was her red mixer. She felt the heat charge up her face. 'You'd think nothing could embarrass me after the last couple of weeks!'

Steve was back on to her thankfully, merrily tearing through the packages and sorting the contents into different piles. To Cindy it looked like a random assortment of mechanical parts, until he pulled out a sheet of bright red leather.

"What the hell is that for?" She almost squealed from a mixture of shock and amusement.

"It's a surprise."

"I see, something else for you to spring on me." Her eyes glittering with a playful intent "No way, Buster. I'm watching you this time."

"Huh?"

"Did you suddenly get stupid on me? I want to watch you work."

"Why? I mean why would you? This is hours of work and it's not exactly interesting. This is loud, dirty and it may not even work."

"OK, so what? I'm not some little princess. Let's get started!"

He realized that there wasn't much chance of talking her out of it. While the company was welcome he sort of felt that he was expected to perform. After about 30 minutes or so he started to relax and the lightning started flashing through his mind so intently that even Cindy claimed to be able to see it in his eyes. Sparks flew from saws and fire rained from welders. Curls of metal snaked up drill bits and a pile of metal parts slowly built up on a small cart. Cindy watched him work, it was almost magic to see him grab a piece of metal and glare at it for a moment before forcing it to be what he wanted by conjuring fire and smoke until it obeyed his will. His eyes had changed from the warm blue she loved to an icy hue that matched his mindset. 

The intensity that he displayed was incredible, the building could be falling down around him and she doubted he would break his concentration long enough to notice. Finally he seemed to be done. He pushed the welding goggles up into his hair and by the light of the torch and fading glow of the red iron bar she saw it. The same dirty face framed in the same light -- Hephaestus made flesh.

He motioned for her to follow him. As she walked behind him, her mind started to burn as it started showing her pieces of conversations, images of him working, his creations, the speed increasing until the images came to her as quick flashes.

"I understand now," she said quietly. The feelings rushing through her came to what poets call a moment of clarity. She wrapped her arms around herself and lowered her head in silent reflection.

Steve, meanwhile had changed into a pair of disposable coveralls and was now mixing paint. Silently he loaded the spray gun and dragged the trolley to the spray booth. Parts were methodically strung on overhead wire like the bones of some metal animal. Steve pulled on a respirator and closed the door to the spray booth. She watched him through the observation glass as he made dull black metal turn wet red as he waved his hand. Eventually he emerged, nearly exhausted from the physical and mental efforts of the evening. As he closed the door with one hand, he twisted a knob beside the light switch and the spray booth lit up with a red glow as a dozen heat lamps burst to life.

"I could really use a shower" It was the first words he had spoken in almost 3 hours.

"OK, let's get you home and clean up."

The drive back to the apartment was conducted in silence. Cindy was looking out the window, but her eyes were completely unfocused as she grappled with the revelations from earlier.

In complete silence she took him by the hand and lead him to the bathroom. She started running the bath and slowly stripped him of his clothes. She stood behind him and placed her hands on his hips, using gentle pressure she guided him to get into the tub and sit down. The time passed as she washed the grime from him. They kissed and caressed each other throughout this ritual. She washed his hair, gently running her fingers across his scalp. She rinsed the soap from his head using a small urn she retrieved from the kitchen. She toweled him dry and even went so far as to get his housecoat. 

"Go hang out on the couch, I'll be right there."

Steve settled down on the couch and let his head fall back. Gazing at the ceiling and completely engrossed in cataloging the parts and progress of tonight's work he was only dimly aware of the warm ceramic touching his palm. Cindy had made tea and had slipped up behind him and was patiently holding the mug to his hand waiting for him to take it.

"I hope this waiting on me isn't out of obligation or something."

"Hardly, I like doing things to make people I like feel good."

"So what do your enemies get?"

"Nothing short of begging for mercy and death" she grinned playfully.

"Awesome, I'm more the 'let Karma catch up to them' type myself."

Cindy knew this moment would be a long time before it came around again. She drew a short breath, looked at the floor and quietly asked -

"Who was she Steve?"

The words had the effect of halting time. Color drained away and the air became solid. Steve felt like he'd been pinned like a bug in a museum display. How did she find out? He racked his now scrambled thoughts -- how?

"Wh-What do you mean?"

Cindy's eyes flashed up from the floor and locked to his gaze.

"Little first year psych for you. If you didn't know what I meant you would have asked me WHO I meant. You fixated on an event and asked me what I meant. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to -- but I can see it still bothers you."

"No, it's old history. I really doesn't bother me any more but I guess it still shows." He drank a large measure from his mug and exhaled like a man weary from long toil. "She was an ex-girlfriend who was less understanding about my imagination than you are. A bit of a prude and old school marm in a young body if you follow me. Sex with the lights on -- forget it. Zero interest in experimentation of any kind. This was before I had a workshop like the Forge to work in so my creativity was limited to sketch books and PC files. One day she was 'cleaning up' and found one of my notebooks."

Cindy went cold as Steve mechanically retold how this heartless woman scanned and emailed his drawings to his co-workers in revenge for what she later described as his cheating on her. 

After all, she screamed at him, he wouldn't be into this depraved shit if he was normal and she was enough for any man. He came home from work that day to find that she had ripped up every scrap of paper in his place to the size of a postage stamp and she'd thrown his computer down the garbage chute. His co-workers were somewhat restrained initially but whispered comments and laughter that died as soon as he entered the room meant that he'd have to change companies to get away from the damage she had done. 

"Jesus... I mean wow... that's seriously disturbed. Please tell me you had her charged or something."

"I couldn't. That would mean getting it in public record and can you imagine the media picking up on that. The headlines would finish me professionally. Can't you see it -- 'Dildogate: Man sues after destruction of sex toy blueprints' Not the sort of thing you want pinned on your door at work."

"So she got away with it? Doesn't that make you angry?"

"Used to. But, I've got a good job now. Better than the place I had to leave. I've learned to be more careful about where my plans get stored."

"I guess that explains the picture on your computer. I'm surprised you didn't engineer some godlike revenge on her."

"Nah. There was a time that I wanted to even the score. But in all honesty she has to live with herself and I can't think of a worse punishment to inflict on her than that."

"You know the stuff over at the Forge, anybody can look in that cage and see that you're working on a-"

"Could be anything" He cut her off "I don't assemble anything there. I never want to have to deal with that situation again and to that effect I have learned to be careful to the point of paranoia."

"So where is everything?"

"Everything what?"

"All the other things you've been inventing? You've obviously been working on stuff before now."

"A lot of it is dismantled and used as parts for the next project. Most of my ideas aren't ever sex related. Those that are, I haven't had anybody to try them out on and without feedback it's kinda pointless. I can guess what works but the devil is in the details. To be honest, I enjoy the fine tuning as much as building the thing in the first place. There is also a question of limits. How many strokes per minute or how much vibration can a person take and where is the pleasure threshold? Experimentation and discovery are really what drive me."

He seemed to be relaxing again, having told Cindy about the past made his need for secrecy less paranoid. 

"So, can you show me what didn't get recycled?"

"I don't really keep prototypes around the house, anything that is here is either partially dismantled or non-functional."

"You're holding out on me! You've got something here but you don't know if you should bring it up! You are so busted." Cindy was grinning like a teenager who'd just got a juicy bit of gossip.

"It's not ready, I haven't tested or calibrated it. It could be dangerous at this point." Steve was almost stammering he was going so fast.

"I didn't say I wanted to use it silly, show me what it is." Cindy changed her tone to a softer and coaxing but kept the impish grin.

Steve realized that he wasn't going to win and got up to retrieve the latest invention. While he was gone Cindy did her best to arrange herself to look as inviting as possible. She drew her knees up to her chest and tugged down her top a bit to show off a bit more cleavage. She rolled her knees to one side so if Steve was so inclined he would get a glimpse of her pussy under her skirt. She licked her lips and let her mind wander to the first night when her body was a total playground for his mind. She shivered recalling the things that he did and how she came without him laying a hand on her -- three times. She felt a twitch in her pussy as if it were insisting that more of that treatment was being demanded.

Steve appeared carrying what looked like a steel briefcase and sat down beside her.

"Here you go. The 'business case'"

"OK, I give up. What's the trick?"

Steve slid off the sofa and sat on the floor.

"Well, all you do is open it up like so, remove the shaft, toy and cord from the compartment here, plug it into the wall, screw in the shaft in this socket here, put the dildo on the other end of the shaft, pull out the control box and close the lid and you're ready to go!" Steve had taken on a late night infomercial spokesman cadence and was now grinning as Cindy looked the device over like a nervous high school girl passing third base.

The red jelly dildo on the end of the hard silver shaft drooped slightly and looked almost comical. But connected to that was a tireless machine that would go until it was commanded to stop. Steve glanced back and realized that he was eye level with her crotch and her lips were contracting rhythmically. It was entrancing, it was almost a sucking motion, a beckoning and without thinking about it he turned towards Cindy and leaned in and let his tongue reach out for her.

Contact! He parted her and kept tunneling, not headed for her clit but driving up inside her as if to bury as far inside her as possible. Cindy almost jumped, she had been so engrossed with the latest machine she was taken completely off guard by his sudden bold move. His tongue suddenly squirming inside her was delightful and she automatically threw her calves over his shoulders, crossed her ankles and pulled him deeper inside her. The twisting thrusting dance became more energetic with this sudden encouragement and he responded by reaching up for her breasts with both hands. The move meant that her legs were forced a bit higher and as such he could now delve a little deeper with the kiss he was performing. 




The Hacker Ch. 03



He slid his hands up her hips and deftly under her top, slipped her bra up over her breasts, danced his fingertips across her skin and found her erect nipples. Deftly he pulled them in unison down slightly and rolled them firmly between his thumbs and forefingers. She almost squealed with delight and haunched down a bit more to try and get more of him inside her. She grabbed the hair on either side of his head and pulled him harder into her melting pussy. The bridge of his nose was grinding into her clit and his tongue was now thrusting and squirming deep inside her and his fingers were still working her nipples. 

The tingle and twitch told her that an orgasm was building, she slid down a bit more on the couch to let Steve get an even better angle when suddenly he stopped. He let go of her and slipped out from between her legs. She was confused and a little annoyed. 

"Steve, what's going on? You almost had me there you know?"

"Sorry, just be a minute" He returned with a thin yoga mat and motioned for her to lie down. While she re-positioned herself Steve was moving the briefcase machine into position. The smooth jelly tip entered her slightly and then Steve snapped a switch before she could say anything. A humming noise filled her ears and the machine slowly started pushing itself into her slick, waiting snatch. It topped out at a comfortable point and started to retreat.

"Is that OK? Not too deep?"

The machine had reversed and was drilling into her again

"No... it's awesome -- a bit more speed would be great though." 

"Ladies choice." Steve turned a dial, the humming intensified and the thrusting accelerated. He kept one hand on the machine and lowered his head to her pussy, watching his creation piston into her. He closed his mouth over her swollen clit and started slowly sucking while the tip of his tongue slithered and darted around. 

He could feel her excitement building, slowly he kept increasing the power, the machine was now almost 2 strokes a second and Cindy was gasping and moaning in time with her robotic lover's thrust. So involved with making Cindy happy that Steve was taken completely by surprise when Cindy's hot mouth enveloped him. He didn't remember her undoing his zipper and pulling his cock out of his jeans. He looked down to see that she had contorted herself around his leg to get him to her mouth. He repositioned so she could be more comfortable and resumed his delicate kiss of her clit. 

Cindy was like a woman possessed, she frantically sucked and licked and bobbed. It was like one of her biggest fantasies come to life - a threesome. A cock in her pussy and one in her mouth, and to take it over the top her clit was getting a tongue bath at the same time. Faster and faster the machine pounded in and out as Steve clamped down on her nub and licked even more frantically. Cindy put her hands on his cock and started jacking him off. Her tongue swirled around his head while she continued sliding her mouth up and down his shaft. 

Steve's enjoyment of this was obvious as he started bucking his hips. She dropped a few fingers away from the shaft, held her head still and let him fuck her mouth. Steve was almost blind with raw passion, he had to fight to concentrate on what he was doing to Cindy because what she was doing to his cock was beyond belief. Most women in his experience give a blowjob out reciprocation, and then only half-heartedly. Enthusiasm like this was beyond hot, past sexy. 

He actually was exerting effort to not cum on the spot. The thought ran through his mind that the machine, his machine, was fucking her pussy while he was in her mouth and licking her at the same time - a one man threeway. He lost control the same instant and called out. Cindy was ready for this and as Steve tried to pull away she dug her nails into his ass as a firm command to stay put. 

She deep throated him and held him there allowing the cum to run straight down her throat. A girl friend in university had taught her the trick; it allowed her to swallow without having to taste anything and no guy every complained about the feeling. Steve was being wracked by wave after wave of sensation. Initially he was desperate to get out of her mouth because they have never discussed the 'who does what where' things. When she dug in her nails and pulled him deeper it was completely over the top.

Cindy felt the last few spasms of his cock and relaxed her grip letting him slide out of her mouth. Now she focused totally on her pleasure. Her hands dropped to her nipples and started savagely pulling and twisting to drive herself over the top. Steve recovered and feeling her urgency increased his speed and added a bit of pressure. The machine relentlessly stroking her, slick with sweat and Steve pressing her to the floor with his body... she felt the crest of the wave growing and then suddenly breaking. 

Her pussy clenched and released out of control. She arched her back and almost lifted Steve off the floor. Again and again the shockwaves tore through her body and mind. Her hands fell away and hit the floor palms down. She tried to arch her back but he held down and continued licking and sucking. Finally it started to ebb and she was about to call out for him to stop the machine when her voice froze. 

Another orgasm tore through her mind and body. Steve felt her spasming and gasping under him. This time it was more powerful but faster to recede. She managed to force her voice to respond. Steve killed the power and rolled off her.They curled up on the floor and let the after glow fade. 

Later that evening they were wrapped in a blanket sitting on the couch and sharing a bottle of wine.

"Steve?" Cindy murmured into his chest.

"Mmm?"

"You're not getting off the hook - I still want my mixer hacked."

"Funny you mentioned that. I found out that the parts are delayed again." 



The Hacker Ch. 04



Cindy came home to a note slipped under her door.

'Grab a bite to eat and come over to my place. The mixer is done.'

Her heart jumped. Steve had been working on this for a few months and there had been a couple of false starts. He took these failures hard, and became almost obsessed with making the ultimate sex machine. It had started with a silly bet that lead to a night of passion and exploration. She hadn't seen him in almost two weeks and suspected that he was working on another machine. Her mind was a blur as she skipped through her apartment getting ready. 

Twenty minutes later she was knocking on his door. Every time since the first night it seemed like the simple act of knocking on his door was an thrilling prospect. It was like an erotic slot machine - every time offered something different. Even when it was 'normal' it was the most incredible sex she'd ever had. At one point she teased him that his desire to satisfy her before himself, a fuck fight she'd called it, was the sweetest thing she'd ever seen in a lover. The door opened and a sweaty dirty Steve breathlessly motioned for her to come in.

"Sorry, last minute tweaks" he said between breaths.

"Like always, so where is it?" She flashed an evil grin.

"Under wraps until you get ready" Steve flashed back a grin. "Your new outfit is in the bathroom."

"You're not wasting any time tonight -- you must be pretty sure it's going to work this time." She thought back to the last time when the machine he built jammed after about a minute. 

"I've had it running for an hour to make sure there's no disappointments this round. Come on, get dressed or you can't play!" He winked and gestured broadly at the bathroom door.

"Alright, I'm going" When she opened the door to the bathroom she was taken aback. She expected lingerie or a bathrobe but what she had looked like something out of a dirty superhero comic. There was a cupless red leather bustiere with a series of thick metal rings running the length of the spine and heavy metal buckles and belts to the front. On the vanity were a two sets of red leather bracelets with the same buckle and belt system. Attached to each bracelet was a flat shiny metal plate about the size of a candy bar. The inside was padded with sheepskin and each one weighed almost a pound. As she examined the gear she noted were little inconsistencies in the stitching and seams, all of this was hand made. He'd made this for her, another first.

"You do leather too? Christ, is there anything you don't know how to do?" She called out.

"I didn't a month ago -- I taught myself for this project"

The bustiere fit well, she ran her hands down her ribs and let the smell of the warming leather drift through her mind. The bracelets fit as well, and the larger ones she guessed were for her ankles. Fully geared up she took a look in the mirror. She did look like an erotic superheroine. She toyed with throwing on the bathrobe he had left on the door for her but decided to for go it. Besides, in a few minutes it would be a pile on the floor anyhow. 

The thrill and anticipation of what was coming was enough to override any apprehension she might have. She opened the door and stepped into the living room. Steve was sitting on the far couch drinking a bottle of water. She struck a pose, one foot in front of the other and placed her hands on her hips.

"It fits - is it all you hoped for?" She batted her eyelashes and shot him the coyest look she could muster.

"Wow! Just wow. Hold on, I just realized you're missing a piece." 

"There had better not be a cape or mask with this!" She chuckled.

Steve came back with a silver rod about 3 feet long.

"Whoa! What the hell is that for?!"

"It's easier to show you than tell you." He crossed the floor to a large pile of canvas and grabbed a corner. "I give you, Aphrodite's cage!"

As the canvas fell, she let her eyes run over the machine. It was about the size of a office desk and about as high. Gleaming chrome, fire red painted steel, black rubber hose and red leather lay before her. It's base was 'Y' shaped and sat in a shallow tray, everything else attached to the column rising from the center of the base. A bundle of several cables lead to a small pedestal outside the main machine. The rest of it just seemed like a maze of pipe and hoses. As her eyes darted over the device her breath went shallow as she realized just how big it was.

"This is huge, it's almost scary."

"I know it's bigger than you expected, the majority of it is to support you. The fun stuff could fit in a briefcase."

"And we both know what you can do with a briefcase."

"I know it looks like a pile of scrap, but stick with me on this. Let's get you strapped in."

"Excuse me? I've got enough straps to start a fetish club already."

"Strictly a figure of speech. First let's get your back set up." He retrieved the steel bar and motioned for her to turn back on to him. She did so and the rings down her back made some sense as he laced the steel rod through them. Holding on to the top of the rod he put a hand on her shoulder and guided her to a cluster of red leather pads.

"Sit here and lie down -- these are the foot plates down here."

She did as he instructed. There was a pair of pads to either side of her tail bone and another pair at her shoulders. Between these the rod in her back dropped through. Her feet rested on a pair of steel mesh pads and her hands fell naturally to a pair of handles beside her hips.

"Oh right, just a sec!" Steve ducked under the machine and came back with a pair of 'L' shaped pieces of metal. Silently he moved to place them in the handles and moved her hand back over them.

"Ok, in both of your hands are the kill-switch controls. If you open your hand -- either one or both -- the ride stops and you'll come back to this position. It will work if you pass out as well. Understand?"

"Yes, but I have a question."

"What's that?"

"How do I control this, I mean, there aren't any knobs or switches like the last one you made."

"Ah, well I couldn't figure out any way to give you direct control with all that this can do so I'll be in control. All you can do is stop it or ask me to change something."

Steve had managed to move to the small pedestal and held his hand over a large switch.

"Ready to go for a ride?" With that, he dropped his hand and the switch gave a sharp crack. Almost instantly she heard a series of metallic snaps all around her. She was now immobilized, almost part of the machine itself.

"What the hell -- I can't move!" Panic started to rise, she trusted Steve but this wasn't expected and she couldn't figure out why she couldn't rise.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. There are electromagnets at your wrist, back and ankles so you can't fall out. They just locked on to the metal bars on your gear. If you release the kill-switches they'll release but you might want to be careful when you do."

"So I'm at the mercy of you and your creation"

"Until you let go"

"Why do I need to be careful when I let go by the way?"

A whine started emanating from the central column and almost immediately the bench that she was now pinned to started to incline. She rose in the air and finished almost five feet up and face down looking at a grinning Steve.

"No reason. Mind the first step. I thought it would be cool to be able to give you different angles too."

The straps and harness made sense now. She was hanging in mid-air from the leather corset and cuffs. If she let go of the safety handles the machine would drop her face first to the floor.

"So are you ready for a test drive?"

"I guess so." Cindy was actually a little scared. Hanging in mid-air and about to be fucked by a machine bigger than herself was a bit much.

Steve started manipulation of the console and she moved back to a vertical position. Another dial, another lever and her legs were spread apart. Her arms were forced up and she was now in a spread eagle pose. The cool air flowed across her body and for the first time she became aware of the juice that had been building up on her pussy lips. There is control, and then there is this. Steve could control her like a puppet using this machine. 

Total submission to a machine, the very thought of it ran throughout her body like electricity. Her knees began to rise and at the same time she felt something pressing against her moist pussy lips. She looked down and saw a mirror overhead aimed directly at her crotch. Pressing on her was a small beaded wheel on a rod. The rim glistened and as it advanced it slowly started turning. The first bead dragged across her pussy lips and slipped away, smooth and firm. And then a second and a third. The sheen on the wheel was lubricant -- and it was somehow being replenished as it turned. She tried to move closer to increase the pressure but was held fast. This was in itself a turn on. Completely powerless and dependent on the machine for pleasure.

A pair of arms moved into position over her chest and a pair of small black rubber tassels moved in over her nipples. A small motor started turning the tassels and then the arm itself started to swing in a orbital motion. The tiny tips drummed against her areola and already hard nipples. The twisting motion meant that in the course of a few seconds the machine had touched the entire circumference. The pattern also was reversed from time to time. She had no idea if Steve controlled it or if it had been programmed to do so. 

The wheel crawled a bit closer to her as well so the edge of the beads were now grazing the very tip of her clit. The whine of the machine increased and she heard a heavy metallic 'thunk'. Looking down at the mirror she saw a purple dildo set about an inch away from her.

"You doing OK there?" Steve's voice seemed far away. Cindy nodded, almost hypnotized by the mechanical lover's motions. The phallus moved towards her with machine precision. She moved her head as far to the side as she could and watched as it touched her, parted her and began burrowing into her yielding flesh. It wasn't cold like she expected, he had somehow figured out a way to make the slippery invader as warm as a human. She saw it continue moving inside her in the mirror and then felt a pulse as if the thing had increased in girth for a moment. Then there was a hot sensation and it started to retract. Again it plunged into her, twitch and hot. 

The next couple of strokes allowed her to start clenching in time with that marvellous pulse. She became dimly aware that she was far more wet than she should be. Glancing at the mirror she saw a thin tendril of fluid escaping her each time the dildo retreated. 'It's self-lubricating!' she realized. 'No wonder this has taken him so long'.

More power was being applied to the machine as the whine increased. The clack-hiss of the piston for the dildo increased and the pearl wheel nuzzled closer to her clit and sped up. The tiny whips moved faster and harder and were now joined by little blasts of cold air. The blast would give a moment's grace from the drumming but made her nipples even more hard and sensitive. The machine started moving her into a face down position so she felt like she was hanging from the ceiling. 

'Too much, too fast' she thought and looked to the mirror to see her pussy being pounded and stroked, her pussy was drooling lubricant in a steady stream. Immobilized and completely at the mercy of the machine Cindy felt the first waves of orgasm building up in her and then broke over her. She was crying out and thrashing against the straps, her muscles contracted and released over and over. The machine pumped wave after wave of hot fluid into her as if it was cumming with her. Sweat ran down her body, her hands clenched the handles in time with the waves of pleasure. The machine slowed and retreated. The metallic tentacles retreated and the bench returned to a recliner style position. Her arms came back to her sides but her legs were still spread and bent at the knees. Steve came into her field of vision and she became became aware that she was breathless and panting.

"I'll assume that can be called a successful test."

"You... could... say... that..." her breathing was still ragged and coarse.

"Well if you don't mind..." and without any further warning she felt his cock slide up into her. He wasn't like this normally, thrusting into her like a wild man. He was holding on to a pair of leather straps at her waist and pounding and pounding into her. It was animalistic. Still immobilized the only thing she could do was to clench his cock at the end of each thrust. Harder and deeper each stroke came, until she felt that urgent spasm run up his shaft.

"Fill me up Steve, flood me, give it to me, I wanna a snatch full, gimme your cum, cream pie me, come on, FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Cindy couldn't believe it, the torrent of language was not her. She blushed but kept egging him on. 

Steve stiffened and pulled on the straps so hard that she though he'd bend the frame of the bench. Spasm after spasm wracked him and she felt his hot cum blasting into her. He wasn't continuing to thrust, he just kept pulling in as if he could somehow get further into her. He pumped so much cum into her during this orgasm that as she clenched down on him the cum started escaping. She watched him as he continued to fill her, locked and shuddering tight into her. The spasms started to slow and almost as suddenly as he had inserted himself into her, he slid out and with a grin he stepped over to the controls again. 

"Steve, what are you UUNFFH!" All the previous stimulation returned almost instantly. The nipple whips and the bead wheel were working at what she hoped was maximum speed and the dildo had sprinted inside her before she had been able to prepare for it. Steve's cum mixed with her own juices and the lube from the machine made her almost frictionless. The pace was almost unbearable and just as her body started to adapt the machine moved her legs together and straightened. With her legs almost closed the pressure increased inside her and more of her labia was pressed to the beads. Off balance and struggling to catch up to the change she heard the whine of the machine increase and the platform started to move from flat to vertical and continued its arc until she was hanging from the supports face down. 

It was a bit like being weightless, her breathing was coming in short gasps and she was dimly aware of the fact that she was almost shrieking nonsensical vocalizations. It was too much, her body was at the mercy of the machine and her mind couldn't keep up. Her mind went white, shockwaves coursed through her and her body strained against her steel and leather captors. Time failed her, it could have been one huge orgasm, it could be dozens; minutes, hours she couldn't tell. 

She couldn't speak and couldn't get away from the robotic lover. Her hands gripped the handles so hard that her fingers were aching. What was it about the handles? Safety? The safety release! She let both of her hands drop from the handles and a pair of metallic notes sounded as the lockout handles few across the room.

"NO!" It was Steve, although she didn't yet understand the concern in his voice. The machine retreated out of her and pulled back. She looked down at the floor and as the fog in her mind started to clear she noticed that she was almost 5 feet in the air and face down. The magnetic locks released and she started to fall to the floor until she contacted Steve. They crumpled to the floor together and lay there for a while. Cindy spoke first.

"Water." She was almost hoarse. Steve returned with a bathrobe and a bottle of water. He wrapped her and helped her to the couch. After about twenty minutes Cindy was able to speak.

"It got bigger."

"The dildo, yeah. It's got a inner sleeve that pulls back to make it get a bit thicker at the top of each stroke."

"It came in me."

"You noticed. It's got a heated lube reservoir and I can set it from a tiny trickle to a spurting firehose."

"The nipple things?"

"Fishing jig skirts and an air jet."

"That's my mixer?"

"Partly, it's hydraulic and I used your mixer to run one of three pumps."

"So now I guess you think you're free huh?"

"I guess, but you know - technically I didn't use your mixer as the central part so I guess you could say I didn't meet your requirement."

"So you tried to cheat your way out of this huh? No way buster -- you're mine until I say you've met the challenge."

"I'm sorry mistress." Steve said in a mock subservient tone.

"You will be, now go run me a bath slave." Cindy said with a grin.



The Hacker



"Whew, I need a break. Mind if I sit down for a breather" As she walked to the kitchen to find a chair the clamps twisted and tugged on her tits, a happy sounding sigh passed her lips as she dropped down on one of the barstools.

"So, you running out of ideas yet?"

"Not exactly, time is my problem right now."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I can come up with hundreds of things to do, but I either don't have the material at hand or it'll take me hours to put together. Ah ha! Got it! You want some water while I get this ready?"

"Sure, I'm almost afraid of what you've just come up with this time."

He passed a bottle of water to her from the fridge and pulled out a small zucchini and a cucumber. He also grabbed a peach from the fruit bowl and dropped them on the counter.

He moved to the row of drawers and started rummaging around, he'd occasionally look at an item and either put it back or develop kind of a smirk and drop it on the cutting board.

She watched as he worked, taking sips of the cool water and trying to figure out what he was planning this time. The cucumber was planned for her pussy she guessed, but the rest of it had her baffled.

The drawers closed and Steve now pulled a chef's knife from the block on the counter and cut the peach in half. The pit was discarded and the peach halves were placed on a small platter. Next, he used a peeler to skin one side of the cucumber. Next he cut off one end diagonally and then bevelled the edge with peeler. He used a garnish tool for making ripple cuts to make a long ridge back pattern on the peeled side. This was also dropped on the platter and he moved silently to the zucchini. Using a citrus scoring tool, he cut a series of gentle spirals up the length. Next he used a melon baller the size of the tip of Cindy's pinky finger to cut little craters all over the surface between the grooves. He then used an apple corer to cut a socket into the base and placed it on the platter with the rest. All of this was placed in the microwave and given 15 seconds at full power. Steve felt everything and seemed pleased with the results. Next he took one of the barstools and flipped it over. He now grabbed a rolling pin from the counter and using the duct tape from earlier he quickly secured it to one of the chair legs. Cindy was lost at this point, she knew something was intended to go in her pussy but what and how was not apparent. She wasn't pleased that the most obvious thing was the cold hard handle of the rolling pin and if that was the plan, Steve was going to be losing this bet.

She needed have worried, Steve was planning far more than she saw. 

"Come over here, I think you'll like this" She stood up, moved over to him and watched as he slid the socket he cut in the zucchini onto the handle of the rolling pin. He then tore open a condom packet and slipped the condom over the zucchini.

"Just in case the edges were too rough, this will make it more comfortable." he explained. "Ok, it's ready – climb on"

"God I can't believe I'm doing this. Fuck this is so kinky." She stood on the balls of her feet and backed onto the rig. She used her right hand to spread her lips and guide herself to the target. Still slick from all the rest of the stimulation, she had no need to hesitate but decided to take this slow and savour it. The round tip was nestled inside her lips and she held there for a moment. Truly, all the stimulation so far had not concentrated on penetration and her pussy ached to be filled. Slowly she relaxed her feet and slipped down. She licked her upper lip as a delicious feeling of fullness spread up through her and moaned softly. Inch by inch another sensation dawned on her. All the grooves and craters felt like rippling waves against her vaginal walls as she dropped further down. 

"Oh god that feels amazing!" she groaned.

"Glad you like it. Want more?"

"Give me a sec, I'm liking this as it is. Let me play for a second." She started sliding back up the shaft by rising back up on the balls of her feet. The highly textured shaft was almost enough to make her cum, her muscles clenched and rolled now beyond her control. The clamps were still working their magic as her breathing increased and her tits swung with the rhythm of her rise and fall motion. Without warning, the left clamp popped off her nipple, the sudden release and rapid twist on the the other one sent waves of delightful sensations through her and she closed her eyes to savour it. Almost immediately she felt a warm mouth on her left nipple – she snapped her eyes open to find Steve's face level with hers. Confused she looked down and saw Steve using one of the warm peach halves to circle her nipple. He increased pressure on the fruit and it yielded and distorted, almost mimicking a suckling mouth. The juice ran down her stomach and down her left leg. More kinky sensations, this man was making her lose all control and true to his word he still hadn't laid a hand on her. Imagine what he could do with her if he was able to touch her directly. Her head dropped back as waves of pleasure continued to increase in her and she was about to start her hand towards her clit to end the torment when a warm tongue wormed its way straight to her clit in one fast motion. Her head came back to find Steve still level with her. Looking down she saw that he had slipped the cut end of the warmed cucumber against her snatch and was using it to 'lick' her clit in slow lazy circles.

That was it, a complete overload of stimulation combined with the overall naughtiness of the situation meant that there was only one response for her body.

"Oh... my... gnnngh!!!" and Cindy's body stiffened and locked. Her hands flew back to the counter behind her and her knuckles went white from the pressure her grip exerted. Her breath came in ragged desperate gasps and shuddering waves of pleasure crashed through her mind and tremored though her body. Wave after wave rolled over her, in spite of her determination not to show him that she was so easily simulated. After what seemed like hours, her body returned control to her.

"Oh... my... That... was... epic..." she gasped between ragged breaths.

"Can you handle one more?" he asked. 

"Why what have you got up your ohhhh..."

Faster than she could track in her orgasm fogged state, he clipped the left nipple clamp back on and snapped on a carbiner to the wire. This simply served to increase the weight on the wire and thereby to increase the tension on her nipples. At the same time, he flipped the cucumber over and was using the rippled side of it like a washboard on her clit. If that wasn't enough, his hand fell to the unused end of the rolling pin and he started twisting it left and right. The effect was dramatic. If she had any defence built up against the sensations he had previously subjected her to, they were useless now as he had completely changed the parameters. She didn't care, the wave built again and all she wanted to do was ride it. The rippling at her clit, the twisting in her vagina and the tugging on her nipples all made it impossible to do anything but cum. Spasm after spasm racked her frame, her pussy twitched and pulsated like it had never before, her clit begged to be relived of this stimulation but her hips forced it down to as far as her body could drop. A conflict that only resolved itself as the final orgasmic waves shot through her and she came back up on the balls of her feet moaning.

"I can't... No more..." With the green invader out of her and clear of the rest of the stimulation, she mindlessly tugged the nipple clamps off her and sagged to the floor, trying to recover.

"So, I guess that means I win the bet?" Steve said with a grin.

"I guess so." she said as she got to her feet. Wobbly and off balance she tottered and fell towards Steve. He grabbed her and held on until she regained her footing.

"You OK?" he asked.

"I am now!" She grinned "You lost the bet – you touched me with your hands!"

"Damnit, you cheated!" He accused

"I hacked it would be more correct. You're my slave for a week"

"And what do you want me to do, my master?"

"Hmmm.. I have this mixer that needs to be reworked" she said with a grin.

End of part 1



The Hackett Pack



It was Friday night and as usual the Den was packed. Kell looked down at the main floor from one of the secluded VIP booths, drink in hand, as he tried to relax. The business deal with the Douglas pack was pretty much wrapped up, all that was left was a quick trip out to Scotland to sign the papers. He knew he should be celebrating but his wolf was restlessness and he'd been like this ever since the meeting today. 

It had been the strangest thing. The members of the Douglas pack had just arrived and everyone was shaking hands and saying hello. It had been good to see Lachlan, the Douglas alpha again; it had to have been over five years since they'd last seen each other. Lachlan's father had gotten sick a few years back and Lachlan had taken over during that time. Apparently he was doing something right because the Douglas pack was stronger than ever. Kell had been standing joking with Lachlan when the other man, who hadn't dressed for the southern Colorado summer weather, had taken off his suit jacket. All of a sudden Kell had detected the most tantalizing scent. It was slightly spicy and hot like cinnamon candy, but it was faint and almost completely masked by Lachlan's own scent. Kell's shaft had instantly hardened and his dark eyes had glowed yellow for a second as his wolf took over. It had been unlike anything Kell had ever experienced. He almost never lost control of his wolf and when he did it was always because he lost his temper.

Luckily, Lachlan had been the only one to witness Kell's reaction. The other man hadn't said anything, just looked at him questioningly before suggesting they get to work. Everything had gone according to plan after that, with the exception of Lachlan's unexpected demand that the actual paperwork be signed at the Douglas pack compound. But that was fine, odd, but fine. Thinking about the trip Kell started to get excited, he hadn't been there in years and if he remembered correctly the Douglas pack was a hell of a good time when they got drunk. A vacation was just what he needed. This latest deal had turned out to be trickier than he'd originally imagined.

Effectively the Douglas and Hackett packs would be creating a joint training program for their warriors. Everyone agreed it was a good idea, but the actual logistics had taken forever to work out. Kell and his team had been at it for the better part of the past three weeks and tonight was the first night they were able to enjoy themselves. 

Kell rolled his shoulders and tried to do just that. Problem was he just couldn't get that scent out of his head. It was driving him crazy. Fuck, he was rock hard just thinking about it. He knew he needed to get himself under control, the last thing he wanted was Lachlan thinking he was into him. Not that there was anything wrong with that, he just liked women. 

As if on cue, Brianna shimmied up behind him molding her curves to his body and dropping one hand down to his fly. 

"Mmmm, you're already hard baby. See something down there you like?" 

Kell chuckled and stood a moment enjoying her caresses as he swallowed the last of his drink. Her fingers traced the outline of his dick and she leaned up to capture his earlobe between her teeth. 

"Look but don't touch" she whispered breathily in his ear, accentuating the demand with a quick squeeze to his dick. "This is all mine tonight."

Kell rolled his eyes at the words. Brianna was a hot fuck but she wasn't his girlfriend and she certainly wasn't his mate. She'd been getting increasingly possessive these past few months making it crystal clear she wanted to be alpha bitch. It was one of the few unattractive things about her; physically she was pretty fucking flawless and she could do amazing things with her mouth. Still, he wasn't interested in anything besides the sex and he was getting sick of reminding her of the rules. 

Kell sighed, turning around and taking in her appearance for the first time. She wore a tight little red dress that was short and clingy, molding to her curves perfectly. She looked real good tonight. He gently but firmly tugged on her silky dark hair, tilting her head back to meet his eyes. 

"Uh uh. None of that." He said softly but with steel in his voice and her eyes flared in defiance because she knew exactly what he was talking about. It irritated her to no end that he wouldn't commit to her. She didn't care if he slept with other women, but she wanted the power that came with being alpha bitch. 

"Don't pout beauty. Brattiness isn't a good look for you. I'm going to get another drink and when I come back I want to see you getting ready for me with Dante. I'm horny and I'm gonna hit that pussy hard tonight. Go warm it up for me." 

Brianna's eyes darkened at his words and she nodded, smiling inwardly to herself. Kell might act like he didn't care but she was his favorite. That had to mean something. She glanced over to where Dante was sitting talking to Graham, and admired the two men who were Kell's best friends and betas. Both of them were tall and well built, but that's where the similarities ended. Dante was black with dark dark skin and sexy brown eyes while Graham was tan with white-blond hair and baby blue eyes. Each one turned her one immensely. And Kell? She got wet just looking at him. He was tall and tan with a toned body that was powerful without being bulky. He had sexy brown hair with the most beautiful hazel eyes and long lashes. He was ruggedly handsome for sure but what really turned her on was the power that seemed to radiate off him. 

Kell watched her eying him and slid his hand up under her dress cupping her pussy. 

"Thinking about this dick baby?"

Brianna squirmed against the heated pressure of his hand. "Always."

Kell's hand squeezed her pussy harder for a second before he murmured "Good answer." He slowly withdrew his hand and gave her ass a quick slap. "Go say hi to Dante."

Trusting Brianna to follow his orders, Kell turned and walked towards the private bar to refill his drink. He nodded to Graham as the other man joined him at the bar.

"Sicced Brianna on Dante I see. Planning for a long night?" Graham asked with a gleam in his eye. Kell just nodded again and took a sip of his drink. He was trying to decide whether to talk to Graham about the scent that was bothering him. He decided against it. He was probably just horning. Brianna could take care of that. 

Graham could tell something was bothering Kell but didn't press it. If Kell was still acting funny after tonight then he'd find out what was up, but for now he let it rest. Graham caught a flash of sequins out of the corner of his eye and his attention got caught on a very shapely pair of legs. "See ya later" Graham said as he made his way towards the sequins. 

By this point Brianna was straddling Dante's lap and Kell watched with heated eyes as she gave him a slow lap dance. Kell had no problem sharing women with his betas, shit some of his hottest memories involved the three of them sharing one or more women. It had happened more frequently when they were younger, but every now and then he'd still get the urge. Tonight was one of those times.

Dante looked up sensing Kell's eyes on them and turned Brianna around so that she faced the bar. Her eyes flared and she smiled seductively. Kell really was her favorite. What she wouldn't give to be alpha bitch. She bit down on her plump lower lip and placed her hands on Dante's spread knees grinding harder on his cock. Kell watched as she arched her upper body, thrusting her breasts towards him. He reached down and adjusted the bulge in his pants.

He watched Brianna's expression closely as his hand stayed on his dick. He could tell she wanted to be the one stroking him. She widened her stance on Dante and moved faster rubbing her clit against his pant covered cock. The thin strip of lace covering her pussy was soaked and Dante growled at the feeling of her wet heat dry humping him. His hands clenched at her sides and the pace he set was hard and fast. 

Dante smiled at Kell, "she feels real good tonight. Already soaking my dick aren't you baby girl?"

One of Dante's big hands lifted and pinched a nipple. Kell's hand visibly clenched on his dick and Brianna let out a moan. She knew Kell loved hearing her and mewled louder as Dante's hand continued to squeeze her round breasts, alternating between the left and the right. Her bait worked and Kell started towards them unzipping his fly as he walked. 

"ugghhh yeah baby, let me get at that dick" Brianna cooed. 

"You want this?" Kell asked, one fist circling his big dick that jutted out towards her. Dante picked that moment to thrust his hips up and all Brianna could do was nod and moan. 

"You creaming on Dante's dick girl?"

He could clearly see the wet spot on Dante's jeans getting even darker. Kell stopped right in front of Brianna his dick bobbing inches from her mouth. He stared down at her with a hooded gaze as she leaned forward and gentle blew a puff of air against the swollen head. She did it again, smirking up at him with her cat-like green eyes as she watched his jaw clench. 

Kell let out a loud breath, his fists clenched at his side, but didn't move. "Suck me." 

Brianna leaned forward and rubbed the head of his cock against her lips but made no move to suck him into her hot little mouth. Kell smirked down at her excited. "Someone wants to play huh?" Brianna just smiled and lifted one eyebrow as she continued to rub him with her closed mouth. She could tell that his mood was darker tonight and knew he would like it a little rough. 

Kell nudged his dick a little harder against her lips "Open up baby, I wanna fuck that pretty mouth." He reached down with one of his big hands and cupped her jaw pressing just hard enough to force the thick crest inside her hot mouth. 

"Yeahhh, that's it." Kell's groaned, widening his feet at she started teasing his dickhead. His hands fell clenched to his sides as he watched her suck at the swollen head. She stared up at Kell getting noisy about it and flicking her tongue right under the head. 

"Deeper." 

Brianna winked at him and in one smooth motion took him all the way into her throat. 

"Fuuuckk." Kell's hands came up to keep her head in place. "Yeah Bri, swallow that dick baby. Fuck." Kell's hips involuntarily bucked forward a few times as he enjoyed the tight wet heat surrounding his dick. When he felt Brianna's hands start to push against his thighs he pulled back. She slowly slid her lips back up his dick, removing her mouth an audible pop. Panting slightly she looked up at him and licked her lips. 

Kell stepped back and stroked himself slowly, his breath returning to normal. Dante spread his legs further apart forcing Brianna's legs to spread with his. By this point the stretchy material of her dress had ridden all the way to her hips so that her lacey thong was completely exposed. 

"Keep her spread for me." Kell bit out as he stared at the dark material covering her mound. Dante nodded, his rough hands holding her legs wide apart. Kell stood still a moment longer, admiring the two of them. Brianna mewled under his sensual gaze and squirmed in Dante's arm causing the big man to tighten his hold. Finally Kell moved, coming towards them and reaching down to drag one finger slowly down the crotch of her panties. Brianna tried to buck her hips up into his touch but Dante's grip prevented her. 

Kell crouched in front of her placing his palms on her toned inner thighs. He slowly dragged his hands closer towards her center while gently blowing on her still covered pussy. Brianna moaned and wiggled her hips desperately. Dante groaned making Kell smile. 

Dante caught Kell's sly look. "Fucker. You know how good this ass feels. All firm and round." He repeated the last bit huskily into Brianna's ear before sucking on her ear, causing her to shudder at the duel onslaught. 

Brianna's attention snapped back to Kell as she felt a hand tug her underwear to one side exposing her pussy to the cool air. "Please Kell" she moaned as he continued to blow on her.

"Please what?" Kell asked. Dante squeezed a nipple and she just made a squeaking sound. 

"I asked you a question." Kell said. 

"Tt-t-touch me" Kell grinned darkly at the stutter and moved the pad of his finger feather light over her tight little clit. "Like that?" 

"Nooo, harder" she pleaded. 

"You want it harder?" Kell asked in a smooth tone. She nodded frantically, her head bobbing up and down. The feel of Kell's teasing combined with Dante's hands on her breasts was driving her insane. 

"Ok. If you say so" Kell said right before thrusting two fingers suddenly inside her. 

"Ahhhhhhhhh" she screamed, her inner walls clenching down and squeezing his thick digits. 

"Ungh, Dante you should feel how hot this pussy is. So wet and tight" Brianna was shuddering and desperately trying to work her hips against his still fingers. "Please" she begged, crying out in relief as Kell's fingers began to slowly thrust in and out of her pussy creating the delicious friction she was craving. 

Kell began fingering her faster, "I can feel this pussy getting tighter. You going to be a good girl and come for me?" Kell crouched down, thrusting his fingers harder and sucking at her exposed clit. 

"I'm cumming." Brianna moaned, her head falling back to rest on Dante's shoulder as Kell's mouth brought her to a hard orgasm.

"Ummmm." Kell gave her clit one last kiss and slowly rose, chuckling as he eased his fingers out of her spasming pussy. "Damn baby ease up, let me go."

Dante chuckled too but the sound was a little strained. "She getting to you?" Kell asked laughing at his beta. 

"Fuck you" Dante joked. "She's been soaking my dick and rubbing that tight ass against me for over half an hour. I want some of that pussy." Dante started to stand up causing Brianna to slide down the length of his body. "Shit" Dante said, groaning from the sensation. "Yeah I want at that pussy right now." 

His hands were clenched on either side of her waste as he kept Brianna pressed tight up against his hard body. "Bend over baby, turn that pretty ass up to me." Dante ordered as he gently but forcefully moved her into the position he wanted.

Brianna's hands dropped down to grab onto the low couch they had just been sitting on, her ass up in the air as she started slowing grinding against the front of Dante's pants. 

Dante could only take a minute of her teasing before he reached down and unzipped himself, immediately easing himself into her.

"Fuucckk." Dante groaned, clenching her hips tight. The pressure in his balls easing a little now that he was finally inside her. When he regained enough of his control he playfully slapped her ass. Bri began moving her hips in a sensual motion, undulating herself up and down his cock. "Yeah, girl. Show 'em how its done." Dante groaned reverently, rocking his hips and squeezing her firm cheeks. 

Kell's eyes were hot as he watched them fuck. Seeing Brianna's tight little body handle Dante's dick was always incredible to watch. Not that his dick was any smaller than Dante's, but there was something about the contrast of their skin tones that set him on edge. Kell usually would be making a move to join them by this point, but he held back. Dante was close; they were all just a little to crazed tonight to make it last. 

Sure enough a minute later Dante's thrusts became rougher as he began to lose control. Brianna matched his speed, fucking back on him faster, her voice one constant moan as she started to come hard on his dick. 

"Uhhhh shit. I'm gonna cum." Dante bit out. He thrust his hips two more times before pulling his wet dick out. "Unggggghhhhhhhhhh." Dante grunted as he came on her backside. 

"God damn. You got some good pussy girl. Real good." Dante sighed as he calmed down, absently stroking his dick up as he recovered. Brianna didn't say anything, she just turned around and gently took his semi-hard dick in her mouth for a minute before rising. 

"Here." Kell's deep voice said from beside them as he handed Brianna a towel. "Clean yourself up. It's my turn." Brianna took the towel from him and they locked eyes as she washed off Dante's release. 

"Are you still hot baby? Or should I find someone else?" Kell asked already knowing the answers to his questions. Brianna was always ready. He felt bad for whoever her future mate was, they were going to have a raw dick whenever she went into heat.

"No." She said coyly as she turned towards him. "You promised me I'd get that dick tonight and I want it."

She tossed the towel away and dropped to her knees deep-throating his dick. "Good girl. Enjoy it now baby but then I want that pussy." Kell gripped her hair hard thrusting his hips just enough to let her know he was in control without actually hurting her. After a few more strokes Kell eased his dick out of her mouth. He grabbed her arms and tugged her up forcing her to totter after him in her high heels as he strode over to the closest wall. 

"Face the wall. Hands up" he bit out in a gravelly tone, kicking his legs between the sides of her feet to spread her legs apart. Looking down at her body he was impatient to fuck but he wanted to make sure she was ready. He knew he was big and while she liked it rough he would never intentionally hurt any woman. Hands on her hips to make sure she didn't move he dropped down and ate at her pussy holding her still as she immediately started bucking. 

"Still wet from Dante or is this all for me?" He asked between sucks. "You" she gasped, fucking herself on his tongue. Kell took one last lick and stood up. 

He grabbed his dick and teased both of them with the swollen head before thrusting hard into her. 

"Fuuuuuck" she yelled as Kell groaned and began feeding her his dick with savage thrusts. She tried to turn her head to face his eyes, she loved seeing him out of control. It was so rare and so overwhelmingly sexy. He stopped her head from turning though. He couldn't explain it but he didn't want to see her face. He knew it was messed up but he couldn't stop imaging he was fucking the woman with the spicy scent. 

His hips speed up thinking about his mystery woman and he could feel his muscles start to tense. He dropped the hand that wasn't clamped around Brianna's head down to her pussy and worked her clit furiously. 

She humped back against his dick feeling him expand even more inside her pussy. Kell was always an amazing partner but he never let himself lose his control like this. I must finally be getting to him, Brianna thought to herself. That idea alone was enough to push her over the edge and she started coming hard on Kell's dick.

"Fuuuccck yeah. Squeeze that dick." Kell shouted still imagining he was fucking the woman with the cinnamon scent. He felt his balls clench as he started coming hard into Brianna. 

"Unngghh. Shit." Kell grunted as he slumped forward, totally spent. He couldn't believe how hard he had come. And all from thinking about his mystery woman.