Life as a New Hire Ch. 09

"Gene had a good time with Felix," Brooke continued talking as I began to work over her nipples. I hand-motioned/pleaded with Marla to put a condom on me. She gave an angry little harrumph then did as I requested. "She says they did a 'little something'," Brooke sighed happily. "She doesn't normally give it up on the first date. He must have been super seductive."

Good ole Felix, batting one out of the ballpark and increasing his life-expectancy at Havenstone. Gene might become a semi-regular thing for him. Gene thought the world of Felix and Felix thought the world of Felix. Common ground is a foundation for any relationship. As I was shaking Brooke's right teat in my teeth like a famished weasel, Brooke coughed up a squeal.

"Cáel is doing something to me - the right something," Brooke explained her outburst. I was beginning to get the feeling that it was going to come down to Felix and me. Brian, for all his ability and willingness to play it safe, had a fundamental Havenstone flaw. See, if Felix, or I, wanted a lady, we would pursue her. It was our nature.

Brian, if he couldn't lure one girl in, he'd hit on another. He had the same tool sets as us two, but whereas we focused on the woman, Brian focused on sticking his dick in something. Felix wanted to conquer her, I wanted to sleep with her - Brian didn't even want to know her name. Again, predators were a mindset Amazons understood and admired.

Parasites, on the other hand, were not liked. Brian was definitely the most cautious of us. That was his edge. The problem was, when hunting season began, Felix and I would stalk women in the same way they stalked us. Target - close to contact - struggle - victory. Despite Felix's machismo, he wanted that woman to know his name, dammit, and he wanted to brag about his conquest of her (in his eyes).

I wanted to get laid. I wasn't complicated. Until the branding irons, collars, tattoo needles, or hand stamps came out, I'd be a great guy. Brian would screw around too. The difference was, the Amazon he just banged ceased to be relevant to him the moment he shot his load. Felix and my desire to fuck them on their own terms was something the Amazons could work their minds around.

Being treated like a discarded batch of tissues was not. The first time an Amazon looked into Brian's post-coitus eyes and realized she'd been reduced to a sperm receptacle - well, that shit wasn't going to fly at Havenstone. Brian would be assuming the mantle of domination without even fighting for it.

That was precisely the way the Amazons treated their old male population - you know, all those dead guys. There was no way in Hell any Amazon was going to be treated like that (Rhada excluded and I'd never let a prick like Brian within a thousand light years of Rhada). I was figuring all this out as Brooke shimmied down my torso so she could impale herself on my cock.

"Ooohhh..." Brooke moaned. "That was his dick entering me. I'm looking down on him. I'm guiding his rod in with my other hand...and here he comes." I pushed myself up with one hand. "He's suckling my...aaahhh...left breast and...mmmm...he's running his fingers up and down my spine." "Yeah...yeah, I think Cáel is besotted with me...nice word," Brooke giggled.

"That's not true," I loudly declared. "Brooke, I'm merely a receptacle for your lusts and nothing more. Let's not complicate things with commitment issues." Brooke laughed.

"Fine, Cáel's my man-whore," she chortled. "Using me? Cáel, are you using me for sex?"

"No," I shrugged. "If you'd rather play backgammon, we'll play backgammon."

If she chose to play backgammon, I would weep. I still hadn't nailed Libra's ass yet and I was really starting to fixate on that goal.

"Back to it," Brooke snickered. "I'm using you for sex and don't you forget it."

"Yes Ma'am," I grinned then attacked her other breast.

Life is good. I brought Brooke to orgasms. We spent forty-five minutes doing different things, then I pounced on Libra. She was tensing up because she thought I was going for her ass. I wasn't. I moved us into straight missionary sex with regular sojourns to her breasts. I cupped her ass cheeks as part of a general 'hands roaming over her sweaty flesh' thing.

I gave her not one, but two long gentle screws. She was putty in my hands when I finished. Some more time to recharge than I nailed Marla in the kitchen, her butt resting on the counter as I savaged her and she mauled me in a loud, animalistic fashion. She'd been feeling neglected and I let her work that out. I had to leave soon, so I Saran wrapped my bandage and took a shower.

Libra and her ass? She joined me in the shower, she cleaned me up then let me turn her around, rub some real expensive and viscous hand soap onto my rod and her anus. I let her take it nice and slow - the reason I had started my shower twenty minutes early - and I coaxed her into wiggling that delicious posterior down my cock mostly on her own.

I wasn't sure why she tried to keep quiet. I hadn't met a Chalmers woman yet who could. Before long,

"Give it to me you bastard," she screamed. "Tell me I'm better than Marla!"

"You aren't better than Marla," I responded. Libra turned and gave me a hurt and angry glare.

"You aren't better than Brooke," I continued. "You are awesome. You are in a totally different category," I then kissed her. That mollified her. Actually, it encouraged her. By the time I pumped my last genetic deposit for the night, Libra could barely stand. The fact that I could barely stand was irrelevant.

As I was finishing getting dressed, and stealing the massage oil, it occurred to me that I was disappointing Katrina again. I was also a bit surprised that one of Elsa's trolls hadn't made an appearance. I checked my phone, which I had left on vibrate. Oh look, Aisha had been looking for me since 9:30. Better yet, she was in the lobby downstairs and they wouldn't let her up.

I called the front desk and sure enough, she was there and truly steamed. I then asked if there was a back way of this place - there was - then I called for two taxis because I'm both an idiot and an asshole. When the cabs arrived, I left by the service elevator out the back. I gave my phone and ID badge to the first cabbie.

He was to go down to the Battery then circle back to Havenstone and deliver the phone and badge to the front desk. Yes, they would let him in and yes, he was getting a big tip. I took the second cab straight to Havenstone. I didn't have an ID badge, but the security guards recognized me - I was famous now...maybe infamous, I wasn't sure.

The let me call up to Medical and that cute physician's assistant came down and signed me in. I showed her my massage oil and she started getting excited. On the gurney, I received near-failing grades for my self-maintenance. I confessed to having sex with three women, over five and a half hours, before coming in.

I told her the reason was I didn't want anything inappropriate to happen between us. By her expression, she was a bit peeved about that. That didn't stop her from stripping down for her massage. Oh, first she tried to maintain her bra and panties, but I explained that wearing oily undergarments for the rest of her shift would be a real bummer.

That got the bra off. The panties took a few more seconds. I couldn't work the tension out of her luscious butt cheeks if she kept them on. For modesty's sake, she put one of those little green paper things over her ass. To avoid getting oil on my clothes, I stripped down to my underwear.

Five minutes into the process, her low moans of contentment brought our first sightseer. A doctor came by and protested. The PA claimed she was on her lunch break. I had the green thing gone and oil everywhere when Aisha showed up - with my phone and ID badge. Oh, and a temper.

"Real smart, wise-ass," Aisha snarled. "I was there to protect you."

"No you weren't," I chuckled. "You were there to bust my chops. Last night, you were cruel for the sake of being cruel and you thought you could get away with it. Wrong. I got you good tonight, showing you the same courtesy you showed me. How does it feel to be treated like a man - as if you are stupid and useless?"

Yeah, she was about to clock my ass. On the bright side, I was in a small hospital.

"33 more minutes," my health care provider intervened sensuously. "I've got him for 33 more minutes." Aisha glared death my way. She didn't threaten me. It wasn't her way.

"That confirms you haven't learned a damn thing," I sighed. I returned my attention to my gurney buddy.

In case there is any confusion, all oil body massages between gender appropriate couples involves oral, pelvic and nipple stimulation with fingers and the tongue. Honestly, I read it somewhere. In the final climb to orgasm, my medic coughed up her name, Layla, then she gushed all over my hand. Aisha was about to bust a blood vessel she was so screwed up inside.

Layla leaned in for one last kiss after we cleaned up yet again. Now, no kissing was allowed.

"Sorry, no can do," I bumped her forehead. "We are both Havenstone employees again and my voluntary public service time is at an end."

"When do I get my next public service call?" Layla purred.

"Well, Aisha is about to decorate the elevator with my intestines, so it may be a while," I joked. I hoped I was joking. We walked/hobbled to the elevator. As the doors shut, we sat there. "Sky Blue," I told Aisha in Old Kingdom Hittite. Her head flashed my way and her gaze became more intense. See, Amazons culture began before there was an effective numbering system.

They would need another system to differentiate things, so they chose colors. Every entry hall in Havenstone had a unique color. The upper, more public, ones had numbers as well, but color was the key. When the door opened on Desiree's floor, I hit the 'door open' button.

"Okay, can we call it even, or are we going to continue to waste time feuding?" I asked her.

"What mistaken belief insinuates I am in a feud with you?" Aisha sizzled. What she meant was 'you are not worthy of being in a feud with me'.

"Look at it this way: you and I are both alone. Barring a few fixed points, you have to search the entire city for me. Trust me, if you dump a tracking device on me, I will show it to Katrina and let her barbeque your ass," I looked at her.

"I am already going to complain about the fact you are tracking my phone and/or ID badge," I continued. "I'm not beating you because I'm better than you in any way. The odds are simply too stacked against you. There are hundreds of places all over the city where I can lose you. Now, if you want me to keep humiliating you, okay - I'll do it. I'm giving you an out."

No response. I stepped into the hallway and crutch-walked my way to Desiree's room. She let me in. Aya was already asleep, so I settled in with her between me and Desiree. Once there, I picked her up gently and laid her on top of me. Her sleeping, pouty little face grew a smile without ever waking up. I noticed Desiree staring again.

"I don't know why I love her yet I do," I whispered. Desiree shut her eyes and went to sleep.