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AP – Capture Scent

“Of course Samantha, anything you want,” she says, quivering with the suppressed excitement of seeing me again. She offers me the keys, “would you like to drive?” she asks.

“No thanks,” I say, opening the door and climbing into the passenger seat. As soon as we drive away I become aware of her scent. The capture scent she’d used earlier in the day had faded, to be replaced by another, more alluring smell. As she drives I’m able to watch her. She must be the one Alvin wrote of, the one he failed to produce.

“Why?” I ask, not realizing I’m speaking out loud.

Angela glances at me and rests a lace-covered hand on my thigh as she drives.

“Because I need you,” she answers, misunderstanding my question.

In a dim part of my mind I realize that she’d somehow dosed herself with the correct version of the capture scent, but it didn’t seem to matter any more. All I want is to be with her and please her. We reach a small split-level house somewhere on the North Side, and pull into a garage. Angela gets out of the car and walks into the house with me following her like a well-trained hound on a scent trail. I guess if I’d stopped to think about it, that’s exactly what I was.

Once inside the house I follow her through into a stylish living room where she stops, turns and moves in close. Wrapping her arms around me, she kisses me deeply. Without a second thought I return her kiss. The need that has been building in my nether regions begins to flare like a raging fire but she ends the kiss and dances out of my grasp.

“Why don’t you make yourself comfortable, get us both a drink while I slip into something more fitting.” Her voice was breathless; if she’d asked to strip and dance into the fire with her I’d readily have agreed.

Even though I feel compelled to follow her orders, I still find time to take in the house, removing my trench coat and jacket as I look around. Several pictures of Alvin are scattered around the room, but none I notice of Angela. Without thinking I take off the two shoulder holsters and set them down on a table along with my tie. Finally I unbutton the top two buttons on my shirt before wandering across to the dry bar against the wall and pouring two glasses of bourbon. Opening an ice bucket I manage to fish out some ice cubes floating in the water. It seems as if someone had filled the bucket earlier in the day.

When Angela enters the room I’m struck by the musky capture scent once more. Even without it she looks stunning, her hair down, makeup and nails perfect. She’s wearing a red silk gown with matching pumps and as I look at her I suddenly feel under dressed. I swear I could even feel the dirt under my fingernails.

“Angela, you look…beautiful,” I say as she comes over and takes the drink I made for her. Even without the capture scent I’d have been smitten. She was some dame, an angel in robotic form.

Angela sips the drink and sets it down before flowing against me, kissing me once more, her tongue sliding into my mouth as though it belonged there. Somewhere along the line my drink disappears, because my arms are wrapped around her, caressing the silk of her gown and the soft curves of her hidden body as I kiss her back just as passionately. Time becomes disjointed.

Snip, we are in bed, making passionate love between red silk sheets, listening to her voice floating up from between my legs.

“I love you Samantha,” she says. My voice and my words are just as heartfelt and real as hers. They speak of love and devotion as I orgasm for the first time.

Snip, I’m sitting at her dressing table as she applies makeup and nail polish making me as beautiful as she. Angela asking about my past and my replies of how Daddy had wanted a son to carry on his business, only to end up with me instead. Mixed in with these tales of my past we shared more words of devotion. When I gazed into the mirror I hardly recognized myself. I was beautiful.

Snip, watching Angela as she cooks us dinner.

Snip, making love again, this time with tenderness and love rather than sexual need.

Snip, showering together.

Snip, cuddling and snuggling in bed.

I wake in the morning to the touch of her hand on my breast and reach out my own hand to caress her hair. Her eyes open slowly and she smiles.

“Good morning angel.” When her hand cups my breast and squeezes, I feel my heart is about to burst. Even though she’d tricked me with the capture scent I still feel grand. It had been the first night I could remember sleeping without a single nightmare or waking in a cold sweat.

Angela slides up and kisses me. “Good morning love,” she says.

“I love you,” I tell her as I kiss her over and over again. The morning turned into a long, slow love session with each of us trying to bring pleasure to the other. I know in my mind that Angela is not real flesh and blood, but at the same time my heart doesn’t care. I knew I’d found my soul mate, someone who could understand me, make me feel loved and needed.

It’s early afternoon before we finally shower and eat. I watch her as she chews and swallows each bite. I can only surmise that is how she recharges her batteries. As I dress, I frown at my image in the mirror and turn to Angela again.

“Will you do my makeup love?” I ask her.

She nods. “Of course my sweet,” leads me over to the makeup table and says, “close your eyes and relax love.” I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know she’s saying, “wake up dear…All done…”

I look at myself in the mirror. My trademark unisex look is gone, and has been replaced with a vision of beauty. Now I’m wearing wet, ruby red lipstick with matching nails, long lush lashes, a hint of blush, and alluring eye shadow. Turning my head I kiss her deeply and say breathlessly, “thank you angel.” I realize I must have mussed up her handiwork and look back into the mirror to check the lipstick. It’s unsmudged. When I take a finger and wipe it across my mouth, it leaves no mark.

I look at Angela with questions in my eyes.

“It will never fade or smudge,” she tells me as I turn to her and thank her the best way I know how. The final clue that made me realize she was an AP in the first place was that her makeup neither ran nor smudged when she cried. Maybe others would make the same mistake, thinking I was also a robot and give me a much-needed edge.

“I must go,” I tell her, “I still need to find your brother Alvin.” Her face falls when she hears I’m leaving. I’d love nothing more than to stay here with her in my loving arms till the end of time, but I knew I must get back to work.

“Take me with you love. Please?” Her face matches the begging tone of her voice. “There must be some way I can help,” she adds but I shake my head. I’m about to say no when her hands reach for my breast and between my legs to caress my flower. “I’m sure I can help you love. Please don’t leave me.”

It isn’t her hands working their magic on my body that changes my mind, it’s her last three words “don’t leave me,” that makes me pause. The thought of being away from Angela hits like a hammer blow to my heart, I could no more leave her than I could cut off my own arm.

“Of course I won’t leave you,” I tell her, “we’re partners you and I, now and forever.”

Her face lights up like a child at Christmas time and she hurries off to change into something more suitable. As I watch her go I realise the truth of my recent comment, we really are partners, now and forever. Five minutes later she reappears wearing a man’s suit. The thought that I might lose her is too much to bear. I’ll deal with the problem of Dr. Alvin Williams when I’m forced to, for now my heart will hang on to its new-found happiness.

I pull on my trench coat and stick the fedora on my head, tucking up my hair beneath it. Looking in the mirror I frown and lift the hat, allowing my auburn tresses to tumble over my shoulders and down my back. Replacing the hat I cock it at a jaunty angle and look at myself again.

“Much better,” I murmur, and then notice my hair is longer. Instead of dropping as far as my shoulders, now it seems to flow a couple of inches below. Pulling off the hat, I swing my head back and forth till the hair cascades the front and back of my shoulders. I shrug; guess it must have been this long for a while only I never noticed until now.

Angela walks in and twirls around.

“Are these appropriate my love?” she says. I look her over; other than her blonde hair she could almost be my twin. Nodding I smile before moving closer and giving her another kiss and a hug before we go. Beneath our coats I can feel the weapons, bulky in their shoulder holsters.

“Packing heat?” I look at her and hear the surprise in my voice.

She nods and opens her coat. Somehow she has duplicated my weapons, right down to the state of the art, matt black taser the Geek supplied me with the previous day. For some reason I’m not surprised.

“Good,” I tell her, “Just be careful with them.” I take her hand and lead her out to the garage. In the car I lean over to her and drink from her lips once more.

“This has to stop,” I think otherwise we won’t get out of the garage.

“Ready Angela?” I ask as I straighten up, secure my seat belt and start up the car.

“Ready Sam,” she replies, adding as we back out of the garage, “where exactly are we going?”