Volume 14: But You Can't Hide
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The place I had agreed to meet Johnny was the same downtown Starbucks I had visited before. I was beginning to suspect that he uses the place as a kind of office for whatever business he undertakes. Selene and I paused for a few moments to admire the knee-length golden Reel Fur(TM) coat in the shop window next door. "Do you like it?" I asked Selene. "Oh yes," she replied, her head on one side as she inspected the garment closely, "Such lovely colors. It would really suit you." When we entered the 'Bucks, Johnny was occupying a semi-circular banquette at the back of the shop. He was accompanied by the same cool Dollface, still smoking a cigarette with the same long holder and the same disdainful expression. She wore a different dress: this one was sheer and strapless (of course), colored a deep shade of crimson, slit to the navel and to the waist from top and bottom respectively, and displayed a substantial fraction of one of her long and slender legs. The foot at the end of the visible leg, and no doubt the other too, was decorated by a different pair of glitteringly expensive-looking and teeteringly high-heeled shoes. By unspoken agreement, Selene and I split up as we approached, me moving to sit next to Johnny on one side and Sis sliding in alongside the Dollface. Johnny turned to acknowledge me as I sat down, removing his hand from between his companion's thighs and sniffing at his manicured fingertips. Selene was completely struck by the tall doll-faced woman, looking up at her mass of tousled blonde ringlets with her mouth open. It must have been something from her background and upbringing, I suppose, but she just could not drag her eyes away. "Wow," she said, in a hushed voice, "You look gorgeous - absolutely beautiful." The Dollface's chilly demeanor warmed several degrees at this compliment and her face eased into an ironic lopsided smile. "Well, Honey, you sure know how to appreciate a lady," she drawled, looking at the petite woman next to her with increasing appreciation. "Say, Dollface," Johnny said laconically, "Tania and me, we need to have a little chat. Why don't you entertain her friend for a while?" The Dollface slid closer to Selene on the banquette. Sitting back, she slipped a perfectly formed breast from under the sheer red cloth of her dress. Her dark nipple stood proud, surrounded by a small and delightful areola in a scarcely lighter shade. I knew I would have been unable to resist the temptation to suck on that teat, and I was not in the least bit surprised when Selene pressed her mouth to the glorious breast offered to her. The Dollface arched her back at the increasingly firm pressure on her nipple, her mouth opened and her face twisting with the pleasurable sensations. I knew she could not resist for long, and she reached for Selene with one hand, sliding over the soft skin on the inside of her thigh. Selene moaned at the touch, drawing away from the Dollface's breast. The blonde woman gently drew my sister's face to hers with her other hand, kissing her with lips wide and her tongues exploring the other's mouth. Selene returned this kiss, her hands exploring the other woman, her fingers seeking the other's pussy lips with increasing abandon and urgency. Johnny and I sat silently for a few moments, watching our companions exploring each others bodies with fingers and mouths. Finally, Johnny dragged his attention away from the sexy show next to him and turned to me. "So, what was it you wanted to see me about?" he drawled. "Well, now that I've rescued my sister..." I started. "Oh, so she's your sister, is she?" Johnny's curiosity was engaged, at least a little; it was my job to fan the flames, "And just what antique horror did you rescue her from?" I snorted, not quite a laugh. "She's been brought up out of this world, in an NNZ - a closed religious community. She was there because her Mother wanted it that way, but now she's out and about - and clearly enjoying every bit of it." I nodded in the direction of the increasingly noisy lesbian sex show in the other half of the booth. Johnny followed my glance for a second. "All very interesting, but what has this got to do with me?" "Well, in all honesty, I need some money," I said, "And I was hoping that you'd find some work for me, some delivery that needs making, some job I can do." "Ah. Perhaps I can help," the man replied, feigning disinterest, badly, "But not today. Nothing's hot just now. Come and see me next week, maybe. What do you need the money for, anyway?" "I need to get Selene away from here, quickly, in case the Reverend and his people come after her," I explained in a low voice, "They want her back, you see." I could see that the message was getting though - that Selene was a runaway from a closed community. The PA would tell him everything he would need to know to find out exactly which community I had spirited Selene away from. It was a pretty safe bet that they would have already been putting out feelers, advertising their loss and, in particular, offering a substantial reward for information on the location of their missing follower. I knew that the Reverend could not been seen to be using the automation he preached so vehemently - and so hypocritically - against. Instead, the information must come to him in a way that could be explained, demonstrated to his followers, so that he could come out into the world or, more likely, send some of his henchmen to retrieve my sister. "That's okay, I suppose," I replied, taking care to look a little disappointed, "But I guess that gives me time to organize a party for her." "A party?" Again, so very curious, try as he might to conceal it. "A welcome party," I explained, "A quiet gathering in one of the private rooms at the Club. Just a few friends and family. This evening, if I can get everything set up in time." We were distracted by the Dollface and Selene as they reached a screaming simultaneous orgasm. Both women had their legs wide, astride each other, their breasts exposed and Selene's bouncing in time to the Dollface's vicious thrusts. Selene was finger-fucking the blonde just as brutally while rubbing her own clit with an urgent circular motion. My sister was beginning to fit in really rather well, I thought.
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