“You‘re cast a spell on me,” the woman screamed. “The work of the devil!”
Jason groaned. “Not one of them.”
“Don’t you sometimes wish we could get a regular burglar or something?” Felicity said. “You know…someone nice and straightforward.”
“I’m no burglar,” the woman said.
“I noticed. Now, look, honey…tell me what you did to the car, or I’ll have to turn you over to the Forces of Evil.”
The mere idea of the presence of the Satanic Overlord seemed to whip the woman into a greater frenzy. Her boobs went up and down in a frantic rhythm, and her lips parted so that she could drag in deep breaths. “You’re a creature of Beelzebub.”
“He and I go way back,” Felicity said. “But if you cooperate, I can keep him off your case for a good, long time.”
“I‘m not afraid of him or you,” the woman said. “I demand you release me from this foul affliction.”
“We will.” Felicity went to the woman and took her chin in her hand. “I’ll personally see that my friend fixes what ails you.”
“Do I have to?” he said.
“The job isn’t all beer and pretzels, I’m afraid.”
The woman glanced at Jason. “He can do that?”
“Whatever you need, he can take care of it,” Felicity said. “First, you have to tell us what you’ve done to the Slutmobile.”
“Then, you really are Wonderslut, aren’t you?” the woman said. “I really did catch Wonderslut.”
“Yes, genius. I’m Wonderslut.”
The woman pointed at Jason. “So, who’s he?”
“He’s Sir Pricksalot.” Felicity stuck her nose into the bimbo’s face. “What did you do to my fucking car?”
The woman recoiled. “Underneath. Just a tracking device. I didn’t hurt anything.”
“Get the flashlight and get rid of it, will you?” Felicity told Jason.
Jason let her hang onto Little Miss Peabrain while he got the light out of the car and scrambled underneath. In a minute, he came out with a little box with wires on it. He made as if to pitch it into the bushes, but Felicity caught his arm with her free hand. “We don’t want to bring down the anti-sex brigade on our clients’ heads.”
“Right,” he said. “I’ll go find a garbage truck and toss it into that.”
“We can‘t wait for that,” she said. “We’ll take it with us for a few miles and then drop it somewhere.”
“Sounds like a plan. Let’s go,” he said.
“Hey, I thought he was going to fix me,” their new friend said.
“Oh, he will. Trust me. We’re both going to fix you up just great.”
“What are we going to do with her?” Jason asked.
“We’ll have to take her back and question her.”
“Right.“ Jason climbed into the passenger’s seat, and Felicity shoved their prize in on top of him. Poor guy was going to be stuck with a squirmy, horny prurience freak on his lap all the way back to the grotto. No way to avoid it. The Slutmobile only had two seats, and he wasn’t checked out on the jet engines yet. She have to get there as fast as possible so they could get information out of the woman and figure out how to release her back into the wild.
Felicity climbed in, barely fitting her shoulders into the crowded cab. The engine started with a roar, and after a few blocks, they passed a likely spot to deposit the tracking device--the parking lot of a huge MegaMart. As if Wonderslut would ever be caught there. With their hostage still oozing around in his lap, Jason had to scramble to get the window down and toss the thing out.
“Done,” he proclaimed as he pressed the knob and the window whirred back up.
“Good, we’d better get airborne before the police spot us and want to know what the hell we’re doing.” Felicity pushed the controls that switched the Slutmobile from sports car to plane and hit the accelerator. In a moment, they’d taken off, and the gps had them set on a course for home.
Their guest made things into a rather bumpy ride with her lurching from side to side. “You said you’d cure me of this fever you created.”
“And, we will. I didn’t say when.”
“It’s unbearable.” The woman tore at her clothing, pulling the sides of her blouse apart to reveal a plain, white bra with flesh almost pouring out of it. “I’m so…hot.”
“Do you know what she’s doing to me?” Jason muttered out of the side of his mouth. “She won’t hold still.”
“So, fuck her,” Felicity whispered back.
“How?” he said. “There isn’t enough room in here to swing a cat.”
“Get creative,” she answered. “Hey, sweet face…what’s your name, anyway?”
“Blanche,” the woman answered.
“Blanche, would you like my friend to scratch what’s itching you?”
“Is it sinful?”
Oh, for crying out loud. She glanced at Jason. “Just do it.”
He shrugged. “Come on, Blanche, let’s get your legs around me.”
The Slutmobile almost went into a nosedive as Blanche pushed herself backward against the dashboard so that she could pry a foot from the space between Jason's seat and the side of the car. Felicity kept the craft under control, at least until a shoe grazed the side of her head. She pulled up quickly, though, but then the same shoe banged against her arm.
"Watch it," she said.
"A cramp," Blanche cried. "Darn, my leg's cramped."
"Rub it out."
"I can't reach!"
"You do it for her, okay?" Felicity ordered Jason.
"Shit." He leaned toward Felicity to get enough room to get his hands around Blanche’s thigh.
"Not there. My calf."
Jason reached to the woman’s lower leg, which was now somewhere up around Felicity’s ear. “Easy, Blanche. I got it. Feel better now?”
“The two of you will roast in hell,” Blanche said helpfully.
“I know. I know,” Jason said. “But did that help?”
“In hell!” she howled.
“I’m going to take that as a ‘yes,’” Jason said.
“You’re a regular physical therapist,” Felicity said. “Get to business, okay, before she gives me a splitting headache.”
Jason reached between himself and the woman on his lap, and soon the sound of micro-Velcro opening sounded. After a bit of fumbling, he’d pushed Blanche’s drab skirt up over her knees and gotten Blanche into position.
“Shit,” he said.
“What now?” Felicity said.
“She’s wearing panties.”
Fucking damn. Of course. With a woman like this one, they were lucky she wasn’t wearing a chastity belt. “Can you rip them?”
He yanked on something, twisting, until Blanche pounded on his shoulder.
“Ow,” she yelled. “What are you doing?”
“No use,” he said.
“I swear, I have to do everything.” Felicity opened the compartment at her elbow. Keeping her eye on the instruments, she fumbled inside until her fingers found the nail scissors. She pulled them out and handed them to Jason. “Here you go.”
“What are you going to do with that? It’s an instrument of torture. I’ve heard about people like you,” Blanche yelled.
“Listen.“ Felicity grabbed the woman’s face and squeezed her cheeks. “You want us to ease your affliction? Cooperate. Or, I swear I’ll open the window and chuck you out.”
She couldn’t do anything like that, as anyone with a brain would figure out. Maybe she’d fooled Blanche, and maybe she hadn’t, but at least the woman shut the hell up. Blanche sat as still as a statue while Jason snipped away at the fabric beneath her skirt. When he finally had her panties cut, he positioned Blanche over his member and eased her down onto him.
Blanche let out a sigh as loud as a gale of wind and followed that with a long “ahhhhh.” At least now, she finally stopped squirming around and settled into an even rocking, up and down motion that didn’t bounce the Maserati all over the air currents. If she was really as aroused as she’d claimed--and Wonderslut had given her a pretty massive dose of her sex ray--she ought to climax soon and quiet down.
“There now, isn’t that better?” Felicity asked.
“It’s sin,” Blanche answered. “Oh, yes. Yes, Yesssss.”
“That’s my girl,” Felicity said.
“Burn me, Satan. Take me. Use me. Use me allll up.”
Felicity glanced at Jason. “How is she?”
He shrugged. “Not bad, in a freaky, self-loathing sort of way.”
“Can you make her come soon?”
“I think she’ll manage well enough on her own.”
“Oh, it’s on me,” Blanche yelled as she picked up speed, riding Jason for all she was worth. “The torment. The brimstone. The lake of fire.”
Felicity reached to the audio recorder and flipped it on. The sounds of one of the purity brigade celebrating brimstone in preparation for sexual climax might come in handy some day. At the very least, she could use it to buy this particular crusader-for-virtue’s silence.
“Now,” Blanche screamed. “I’m yours, Satan. I’m coming, my Dark Lord. I’m…”
Her words dissolved into the shouts of a woman in the middle of a hell-of-a good orgasm. The screams bounced off the interior of the car, approaching deafening levels. It ended, finally, and Blanche collapsed against Jason, moaning softly. After a moment, she snorted, and then her breathing settled into the soft rhythm of sleep.
“Okay,” Felicity said. “I think we can make the rest of the trip in peace.”
*
Jason pulled the door to Blanche’s room closed behind him. He’d never tucked anyone into bed before, let alone someone who thought he was a heathen sinner, if not the devil himself incarnate. She’d remained drowsy the rest of the way home and had even let him carry her into the grotto. Poor thing had had a long day. Just wait until tomorrow when she figured out he’d locked her into her own little jail cell.
Across the main area of the grotto, steam rose from the hot tub. Felicity’s head drooped back over the side. By her fingertips on the edge, sat a glass with some amber liquid in it. Her best Scotch, no doubt. The reward she always gave herself for a job well done. This time, he deserved a treat, too.
He shucked out of his uniform and stretched. Rolling his shoulder, he worked out a few kinks. Before he tried sex in the Slutmobile again, he’d better sign up for some yoga classes. Good Lord, did Felicity do things like this all the time? She’d warned him that the job sometimes involved doing strange things with even stranger people. His mind had understood. His body still needed to get a handle on all the implications.
The bar on the side of the room held an assortment of decanters. He chose Felicity’s favorite and poured a small amount into a crystal tumbler. When he tried the stuff, he almost choked. “You like this?”
“Acquired taste,” she answered. “Just like doing good by being bad.”
“I’ll take your word for it.” He went to the tub and poured the rest of his Scotch into her drink. Then, he set his glass onto the floor and climbed in with her.
“You did well tonight,” she said. “Dave and Eileen were an easy assignment, but you handled Blanche, too.”
“Did I have any choice?”
“Your cock performed. Anything more than that is gravy.”
“Are you sure you didn’t use your magic on me?”
She gave him the glare she did every time he asked that question. After all, he’d repeated it dozens of times, and she always gave him the same answer. If they were going to work together, she needed his trust.
He held up his hand in a surrender gesture. “Sorry.”
“You’re good, Jason. I wouldn’t have taken you on as a partner if you weren’t.”
Okay, the compliment was a start. Now, if he could work up the nerve, he could ask her what had been buzzing in his mind since they’d left Denver. Before tonight and his success on his first mission, he wouldn’t have dared to ask for what he really wanted. “Make me your partner for real.”
She sat up straight. “What do you mean by that?”
“I want to sleep with you.”
“You sleep with me all the time.”
“I don’t mean sex. I want to sleep with you. In your room. In the house upstairs.”
“Why?”
“Why?” he repeated. “Why not?”
“That’s no answer.”
It wasn’t, but the fact that she was resisting said that the request made her uncomfortable, and that told him that this issue meant something to her. Could it be that what had bugged him ever since they’d left Dave and Eileen had also stuck in the back of her mind? “Wouldn’t you like to have a little of what Desperate and her husband were sharing when we left?”
“Don’t take the job too seriously.”
“So, that meant nothing to you?” he said.
She shrugged. “I dunno.”
Liar. “If it was so unimportant, you have no reason to keep me out of your bed tonight. Upstairs. In your room.”
Will Felicity let Jason into her bedroom? If she does, will it be sex-as-usual between them or something entirely different?
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