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Archive-name: Book18.txt
Archive-author: Blackie
Archive-title: "By the Book"
Part 18 0f 20
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In the men's room, Bob rinsed his face. Two men slipped in the two 
stall bathroom after him. He had just washed his hands, when one of 
them grabbed his shoulders and slammed him back against the wall. 

A knife glinted in the glare of harsh bare lightbulbs. The brawny man 
before him started to lunge... never to make it. His eyes glazed over,
then his accomplice froze as well.

Bob found the image of another man, a buddy, in their minds. They'd
been told to roll him, take anything they wanted, but to leave him
dead. They'd followed him since early in the morning. The buddy,
someone they occasionally did work for, hadn't said why. And these
two never would've asked anyway.

He pulled everything from them they knew about their charming pal.
Then he left.

About fifteen minutes later, a blue uniformed patrolman was listening
to the two confess everything illegal they'd done since kindergarten.
They listened to him read them their rights, but they breezed on
through everything again, explaining in detail where he could get
evidence.

Bob by then was back with the girl. Very lightly adjusting her
impressions of him to make him as seductive a partner as she'd ever
met in her life. A dream like lover or prince to her. She was dizzy as
he quickly either adjusted her the slightest amount, or by reading her
mind took advantage of her own desires.

He was going to take her. And use her to sheath his tool.

====

Courtney enjoyed the flick, a romantic comedy about some guy, his 
kid and a truly improbable girlfriend. She held Bob's hand the entire 
time, unwilling to let him go.

The night was cooler. They walked to the upper west side, wandering 
around west of Columbia. Her apartment was near by, it was time to 
call it a night.

She took him along to her building stoop. They sat and watched the 
comings and goings from the neighborhood a little while. 

"I've got to go to bed," she told him.

He smiled and took her by the hand to the door. She teetered back and 
forth a few minutes, while he stood there.

"Come up for a quick soda, but then you'll have to go." 

His head tilted quizically, but he agreed. She couldn't escape the 
seday pool like eyes.

Unlocking the door she guided him into the narrow apartment. The
living room shared space with the kitchenette. Her air conditioner
had started on the time, so the apartment was cooler than out doors.
Not much cooler, but enough to make it livable.

The bedroom, slightly unkempt, showed through the door next to the
stove. She started to go pull the door to the bedroom closed, but his
hand firmly grasped her shoulder.

She turned and her eyes again were drawn to his. She couldn't yank her
eyes aside at all. Her mouth hung open as he drew close. She backed
against a chair, stumbling, but not taking her eyes from his. Her head
tilted unconsciously back as his lips met hers.

Finally her eyes were off his. They were closed as she lost herself in
the lusty exchange of greetings between their tongues. She could feel
strength in his arms as he reached behind her, pulling her torso close
to his own. A dream quality, as though she were only present as an
observer, crept over her.

She pulled back.

"I don't think we'd better..."

He drew her in again. The sensual touch of his body against her sent a
tingling and pleasant feeling into her stomach. The hum of the air
conditioner covered her gasp of pleasure as he gently gripped her
ass, more a light massage than a grasp.

She tried to pull away, but his tongue held her like a magnet. She 
pressed against his chest lighter than she intended, planning to 
escape from his clasp.

Lingering kisses from him were covering her face. Chest heaving now 
with excited interest, she found her eyes were rolling from the 
sensation of being tenderly worshiped. 

She didn't want to let this happen. She didn't. But Bob was in control
of the moment, pulling her in tighter, raining little goose bump 
raising kisses about her neck and shoulders.

Then his fingers found her breast. She drew in a sharp gasp as the 
electric bolt of arousal shot through to her throat. The fabric added 
its own gentle silk feel to his touch, giving the contact a jolting 
and burning sensation.

She managed weakly to pull back, panting. Lips swollen with lust
filled excitement, she shook her head trying to shake free from the
cobwebs tangling her mind.

This couldn't be, she thought. She never let anyone in on the first 
date. And never necked or petted if she didn't know them pretty well. 
Bob though, he, well, he was almost mystically enticing. And well, she
could stop him now, couldn't she?

He drew her to the couch and pulled her down.

The sounds of City life were battering down the walls, sirens, yelling
couples, kids crying out in the night. She heard her own heart over 
the normal City noises, pounding excitedly as the man beneath her 
sucked in her lips, wrestled with her tongue, and took free liberties 
with her breasts. 

It was a dreamy kind of excitement. A wild trip, a roller coaster with 
Bob's hands gently kneeding the concealed flesh through her clothing. 
Every time she opened her eyes they rolled about, bringing her head 
into gyrating motions of lust. The kisses he passionately endowed to 
her were searing hot, bringing a wet lust into her throat. 

"Unnngh." 

Her discussion was lowering to simple moans, she locked her hand about
Bob's wrist, the one with the molesting hand attached. But she 
couldn't bring herself to push the hand away as she knew she should. 

His breath brought a flaming red heat to her skin. A crawling feeling 
of pleasure crept across the back of her shoulders. 

"Oh, please, I can't..."

Her head lolled back as he treated her neck and throat to a bath from 
his tongue and lips.

"No. No. Don't do this..."

That villainous hand was resting on her right leg. Right at the knee. 
The fingers were caressing the flesh there, exploring the inside of 
her leg.

"Oh. Please don't do that..."

The hand slowly inched upwards. She snatch at it with her left hand
while he tongued the slight cleavage exposed in the red paisley print.
However tightly she griped the hand though, she found herself almost 
guiding him forward, helping to lift the hem of the dress above her 
thighs. 

Sensing her vulnerability, he was going to get his fingers on her
sopping wet crotch. She was ashamed of his fingers teased her 
flesh through the wet panties. She knew he now was aware just how wet 
she'd become. She was certain her face was pink. The shame at letting 
him get this far tonight was affecting her breathing, bringing the 
panting to a heavier level.

"Ohhh! I don't want to do this, not tonight... ohhhh!"

"Sure you do," he whispered into the ear he was nibbling. A wet soft 
tongue explored the recesses there afterwards.

"No, no. It isn't right. Ahhh! I hardly know you..."

"Soon you'll beg me, I promise to get you hot enough to forget any 
reason for hesitating." 

His fingers had teased her crotch to the point it was rolling on its 
own, betraying her professed wishes. Her pelvis was trying to join in,
generating a rhythm she struggled to suppress. And failed. 

"ooooohhh!" 

Her tongue protruded its tip out, pressing against her lips. She could 
feel his mouth at her tits, chewing lightly through the cloth. Her 
nipples were shooting energy out her chest in all directions. Their 
erect state was clearly visible through the dress, any time he lifted 
his head.

"ooooohhh!"

A guttural groan rose within her. The day's excitement was growing 
into the night's excitement. Her body was engaged in sex without her 
permission. She couldn't stop him. His entire hand now cupped her 
crotch. Heat was rising from there as well. 

"ooooohhh!"

She could feel him pull back a bit. Her dilemma at wanting to go on,
and wanting to stop remained in his hands. He began to lift her dress
up over her head. She struggled to stop him, pushing him away. But he
simply took her wrists in one hand and did the work with his other.
Stripped to her bra and panties, she felt exposed. The shame she felt
earlier rose again, turning her pink.

He paused only to chuckle at her embarrassment. His fingers again 
working their magic at her crotch. There was a magic too, for all the 
arousal he gave her, she seemed unlikely to come soon. She was on the 
up side of a roller coaster, and there was no telling when she'd 
come down.

Her body's excitement grew. Her mind was wallowing in the shame at the
loss of control over her own desires. His finger tips flew along the 
length of her most private parts, forcing the fluids to rise inside.

"ooooohhh! unnnggh, stop, unnnggh, please stop... why are you, 
ooooohhh!, doing this to me???..."

The spiral of excitement climbed higher as her hips lunged against his
hand. Her head rolled. And again he stopped. She couldn't decide 
whether to scream for him to leave or to continue.

He lifted her. Carrying her draped across his shoulders like so much 
waste in a large sack, he hauled her to the bedroom. She never let 
anyone in here. She knew she was being violated, but her body was an 
accomplice in the act. He eased her onto the bed, and pulled off the 
panties, her shoes, and undid the bra she still wore. Her body 
continued to throb with desire against her wishes.

Still wearing her lacy socks, she was rolled onto her back. He stood 
there undressing as she watched panting.

"Don't do this. I beg you, stop now. Maybe we can do this some other 
time, when we've known each other longer."

He chuckled again.

"I'm taking you now. And instead of begging me to stop, you'd best 
consider begging me to fuck you. You might want to get over 
eventually, and you'll only get there if I take you."

"No, ooooohhh, can't be true."

He was beside her again, naked. Her flesh against his flesh. She could
feel the draw, the magnetism, a seductive pull from the man. He had 
her body under his sway, and she couldn't change that.

"ooooohhh!"

Her moaning commenced again. He wrapped his arms around her, spooning 
her with his stiff prick against the crack of her ass. Right hand 
cupping her crotch again, he cupped her left breast in the other. His 
lips worked across her shoulders to her neck and back. 

Goose bumps ran up and down the length of her body. She couldn't keep 
her legs together. Her right foot desperately sought to be behind his 
legs, pulling him closer to her. A finger slipped into her vagina, 
sending pulses into her. 

Her already heightened state accelerated, her left arm pounding 
agaito be replaced in seconds by a rush of 
fresh oxygen. 

"No," she gasped again. "no..."

His cock was rubbing in and out along her cheeks. A tingling pleasant 
feel rose from her bottom. Where she lay now, trapped in Bob's arms, 
she couldn't change no matter what.

She needed to come. She had to come. The orgasm she needed was just
another step on the ladder of ecstasy, she could tell. However, 
nothing changed to give her the release her body demanded. 
Frantically, she pushed herself farther along, and just as frantically
the release moved another step away. 

"No. no, ooooohhh!"

"You want to come?" came his harassing voice.

"Oh Yes! ooooohhh!"

"You'll have to beg for it..."

"AAAHHHH, I-I CAN'T!"

"Oh, come on now, let's here it. 'Please fuck me, please fill my 
pussy', you can do it..."

"no, no, aaaahhh, nooooo..."

The fingers in her cunt began to work her clitoris, the nerves 
virtually shouted in combinations of pain and pleasure. Her body was 
pounding against him, rocking the mattress now.

"You either beg, or you won't get what you want..."

"OH GOD, why are you doing this to me...?"

"Because you're so pretty as you plead with me. It excites me, and you
seem to crave this kind of treatment."

"no, no, aaaaahhhyyyyyaa!"

"Oh yes..."

"You're humiliating me. nnnnngggh, you bastard."

"Yes, but it's making you so fucking hot isn't it? ISN'T IT?!"

"No, no, no, .... aaaahhhh, yes it is you fuck."

"Be nice, beg...."

Her cheeks were being prodded nicely by his manhood. She wanted him in
her now. She was horribly ashamed of herself for failing to stop him 
from going this far, but now she was trapped in a cycle of arousal. 
Requiring release, now she knew begging for it was the only way.

"Okay, please fuck me....nnnnnnggg."

"What? I don't think that was very good... try again."

"GOD! fug me, please, oh please put your prick in my cunt and make me 
come."

"Good, much better. You keep it up nicely and I may yet let you come."

"AAAHHHHIIEEE! unnngh, unnnggh!" 

Her panting grew heavier, the heaving of her chest as he abused the 
nipples was madly rhythmic. She'd fuck a goddamn horse if it would get
her off now. She had to have that cock in her, and she had to have it 
now!

He pulled her feet up onto his shoulders. Maddeningly, he admired the 
lacy socks a moment. Then he just teased the lips of her pussy with 
the tip of his prick, pulling away as she tried to lunge her crotch 
against him to get a plunge into her. She felt like a slut begging,
and now a bit like a whore, trying to press him into her like this.

He was grinning.

"Before I fuck you, you should tell me what a useless rag you are. I 
want to hear you say how you are making yourself my property, 
forever."

"You fucking bastard. I begged. I PLEADED. Please fuck me, goddammit!
Can't you see how desperately I need it? I want you, I want you so bad
it hurts inside."

She rolled her head from side to side again. Her body writhing out of 
control.

"Yeah, but that's old news. I want to hear you give me ownership of 
your body. I want you to admit you're no better than a slave..."

"Aaahhhh! I give myself to you! please, please fuck me. Please treat 
me like property, but please fuck me now!"

"Close, not treat you like, you are property. Say it."

"I'm property, yours, body and soul. GoD! CAN'T TAKE IT. PLEASE!?"

"Good bitch. Now..."

He plunged into her. The fullness was grand! She rolled her head, 
ignoring the fact the right swing made her hang out over the edge.
He pumped. She rejoiced as he pounded away, hammering with practiced 
skill.

"Tell me, everything we agreed to while you come!"

Humiliation swept deeply into her soul. It bit into where she kept her
self respect, bringing out the shame she'd grown inside since she
asked Bob in. She was low, an animal, no more important than a slug.
She bit back her grunts, moaning as she began to speak,

"I'm yours. unh, I belong oooohhh! to you. I want to be fucked. Use
me as a rag. Unnngh! I need you to screw me hard! Please don't stop! 
unnnh..." 

Suddenly she felt the spurting of semen into her intimate parts. He 
grunted out a stern "YEES!". But she still hadn't come. He slowed 
down, she writhed about now! Please!"

"Roll over bitch."

"WHAT!"

"You heard me."

Her humiliation knew a new height. Desperate for release, she rolled. 
He pulled her up to her knees and pushed her face into the pillows in 
front of her.

"Fuck me, please, let me come!" she continued to plead, knowing it 
didn't matter. He was going to do whatever he please with her, and she
would happily consent. And assist.

He was remarkably stiff for a man who just came. His prick rubbed
against her little rosette, the nether hole, an even more private
part of her anatomy. She never would've considered doing this before.
She whimpered as he pushed his prick into her little asshole.

"Yooow!" she yelped as he pressed it deeper. Her body was still 
rolling with waves of pleasure, anxious to orgasm. He pressed another 
inch into her. Surprisingly the fullness was desperately exciting as 
well. His cock finally pressed all the way home, his balls resting 
against the wet bottom of her cunt.

"Unnnnggh!" she mouthed, breathing the sound out as well. His fingers 
found her clit again, and rubbed it in little circles.

"Ready slut?"

"Yes, please fuck my ass, god please fuck me hard!" and she whimpered 
again.

His dominance of her was complete, she'd yielded everything she could.
There simply wasn't anything left to give over tonight.

His in and out motions built slowly. To her amazement, she found 
herself pushing back, forcing her ass to accept the bludgeoning 
instrument of invasion. She could feel the violation deep within her, 
her panting heaving from her in waves.

Then. Then it began. She could feel the white heat rising. Flashing 
fires raged up from her ass, filled her from her clit, and even surged
outward from the nipple he'd begun to pinch so brutally she thought 
she must be bleeding.

"OOOOOOOHHHHIIIIIIEEEEE!" screamed her voice, as loud as she'd ever 
managed. Her body surged through a second orgasm following close on 
the heels of the first. His cock unleashed another pulse of fluid into
her, leaving seed inside her most private regions. She screamed again,
releasing another wave of orgasmic energy, almost slamming her head 
against the wall before her.

She collapsed. Still kneeling, her body relieved of the tight tension 
of waiting, she gasped for air to recover. As she did, she could still
feel him filling her ass. The humiliation returned in strength. She 
was too embarrassed to speak.

He pulled out slowly, leaving her with a feeling she was missing
something. She suddenly felt lonely without him in her. She longed for
his penis within her, anywhere in her. She felt a longing well up
within, desire for his touch. A desire to be a bare object, a tool
for his use. She wondered at this nugget of desire, turning it in her
mind.

He rose. Slapping her sharply on the bottom. She smiled at this sign 
of ownership he'd made. At least he liked her, she thought.

====

"Hiya, Jorge."

"Where are you Bob?"

"New York. Met your Mr. Charles."

"Not Mr. Charles. Charles is his first name."

"Really? Doesn't matter. How would the Institute trace me here? I 
mean, I had two guys try to kill me."

"Jesus. How in the fuck could anyone find you that fast? Maybe 
scanners at the airport?"

"No, no. I'd notice that. Gotta be something else."

"Maybe a simple surveillance thing. Someone recognized you from a 
photo. It's possible, although I have a hard time figuring out where 
they'd spot you. Maybe they tumbled through the hotel reservation 
system. I don't know."

"I guess. I just thought you'd like to know. I'm gonna look for their 
boss. Call if anything breaks on your end."

"You bet. Maybe New York isn't such a good idea."

"Maybe I'll be able to backtrack them if they keep it up."

"Good point. Good night."

"Yeah..."

click.

He hung up the handset.

The naked sleeping woman was a sweaty mess from their sex. She was 
lovely though, serene in her repose. Lacy socks still in place.

****

Part 11
                _High Acid Content_

A warm summer day in Brooklyn. The sun was high. Sounds of the city
had dropped off as Bob walked into the park. The breeze wasn't 
providing much relief.

The park had drawner,
sending him back to his own trivial errands. There were plenty of
other chauffeurs if he wanted one.

Today's journey started by searching for the hit men's boss. Nothing
had come of it. The man, it turned out, died in a brutal argument
shortly after ordering the attack on Bob. As a path of investigation, 
it totally washed out.

Bob walked the wide paths, relishing the break from his search. There
would be other leads to follow soon. He'd have to let Jorge know about
this. The death seemed to indicate someone was carefully covering
their trail, afraid of discovery.

He paused to watch the leaves above, still in the sun, as the world 
passed by below. He wondered what happened to the breeze he'd felt 
earlier.

A hundred yards away, a kid with oriental ethnic origins stood. He
held a rifle by a tree, trying to line Bob up in his sights. The
rifle was an Air Force survival .22, one of those little jobs that
folds up into its own stock. Difficult to hit targets at any distance
with, but easy enough to conceal.

The trigger squeezed, the sound a sharp snap. The shot missed. 

Before he could fire again, Bob had him. Bob scanned through his mind
looking for clues to the hidden mastermind. Once again, it led to
another man who ordered him offed. The kid had been told to watch for
Bob where the dead man used to hang out. This time the trail would
lead to China town.

Bob was astounded the kid managed to follow him. As he searched the
boy's brain, he found enormous experience at working marks. A
pickpocket and child con artist for the last three years, this was
just the first time he'd been asked to kill someone.

The killing would make him important.

It would gain his membership to the Tong. He would rise from the
ranks of petty thief to someone with power if he succeeded. Bob felt
a little bemused at the ambition, to be a bigger minnow in the same
pond. Bob could identify with the goal.

Adjusting the young assailant's loyalties was simple. Bob sent the
has been assassin to find a place of concealment near the hotel. He'd
be taking him along when he went to the Tong's headquarters.

The boy scampered away, something like a frightened rabbit, aglow with
the task from the new gang he'd joined.

Bob remained where he was, considering the attraction he felt earlier.
It was very strong now. He couldn't reach out to touch the odd geas,
but it remained tenuously there. Then something tweaked his interest.

It was a tree.  The one the youngster used for concealment. The tree
was short and stunted, nothing growing near it for twenty or thirty
feet. For some reason the tree radiated symbols, a little like the
amber like medallions.

The sense was vaporous, out of reach every time Bob strove to contact 
it. There was a feeling of hidden intelligence, a separate ego, an 
active set of thoughts. Still he couldn't reach the stream of symbols,
unable to quite read them.

Bob felt at his wrist. He'd had a watch made like Jorge's to keep the 
amber like slip of coin. The symbols weren't slipping through the 
shield he'd fashioned around it. The tree was its own source of the 
symbols.

The tree was unusual for this park. It was the only one of it's kind
here. It bent with twisted, gnarled, almost muscular, branches. The
thin leaves were healthy and green. They were narrow, about finger
length, green, flat and very sparse.

It felt good to touch the tree. The odd pull vanished as he felt the 
coarse bark. It was as though the thing was pleading like a dog,
for attention, a little petting, a little affection. 

After a few moments, he decided there was little more to be learned
from the tree itself. So he wandered the park to consider his odd
discovery.

Park paths took him away from the mystery for now. He relaxed,
problems could simply sink away into oblivion until much later.

continued in part 19