A Long Time from Home Ch. 28

She returned the kiss with passion and moaned as I started to move again.

This time there was no barriers that needed to be broken down and she came several times, before she said, “Move back.”

I pulled out of her and took a step back, watching her as she placed her feet on the ground and turned around, spreading her legs, and leaning her upper body on the massage table.

Lining up behind the tempting sight, I ran my hands over her magnificent ass, squeezing it, loving the moans she made in response to my groping.

Without lifting herself from the massage table, she looked over her shoulder and reached between her legs for my dick. I willingly stepped forward, curious about how she wanted it. At first, she rubbed it up against her pussy lips, but then she arched her back and placed the head of my cock against her anus.

“Are you sure?” I asked. The first time around had taken a while and I had imagined that she would be a little sore by now.

Sofia nodded. “Yes… just go a bit slow at first.”

Having just been inside her pussy, my dick was slick with her juices and with a smile I pressed the head into her tight channel, causing her to groan as she said something in Spanish, that I didn’t get. However, as she pressed her ass back against me, it clearly wasn’t a plea to stop.

Little by little, my cock slid into her ass, accompanied by her moans, until my skin rested against her soft cheeks.

She nodded to herself and clenched the muscled around me a few times.

“It’s so good!” she sighed. “Now fuck me ‘til you come.”

Taking hold of her flaring hips, I started to move in and out of her. Slowly at first, but at her urging, I sped up. Her moans became muted screams of pleasure as she buried her head in the leather of the massage table.

“Si, si, si! ” She cried out, lifting her upper body from the table, so she could get a hand down to play with her pussy.

Carefully, I reached over, grabbing her breasts, squeezing her nipples, pinching them ever so slightly to make her groan while I pounded her harder and harder.
She pushed back against me, as I felt her body stiffen up and then she came again, in an orgasm so powerful that her legs gave out and her upper body slammed down on the massage table, pinning my hands between it and her breasts.

Being close to my own orgasm, I had no intention of stopping, so I took a firmer hold of those magnificent tits and slammed into her. For a moment, it felt like she was going to fall, but the stroke woke her up and she matched me stroke for stroke, pushing back each time I slammed into her. It was fantastic and when she came a second time, she squeezed the muscles around my dick, increasing the friction and setting me off.

I grunted with pleasure as I filled the condom with my load and then leaned against her back, caressing her body, while she lay still with her eyes closed.

Then she giggled and opened her eyes to look at me. “I really don’t know what to say right now.”

“That makes two of us.” I admitted and carefully withdrew from her. “Except that it was really good.”

“Oh, yeah.” She said and stood up on shaking legs. “I doubt, I can even walk right now.”

“Wait here.” I said with a smile and walked to the bathroom, removed the condom, wetted a towel in cold water and walked back.

She was still standing in the same position, watching me as I walked over to her and used the wet towel to wash the sweat off her body.

“This is simply to make you cool off a bit.” I explained. “I guess, you would like to take a shower later.”

“That would be nice.” She said with a smile. “And so is this, but unfortunately I have to leave soon, and I need to call my assistant first.”

“I guess that can’t be helped.”

A little while later Sophia came out of the bathroom, fully dressed and looking as fresh as the moment, she had stepped into my room, while I had just washed myself with the wet towel, before taking the shorts back on.

When she saw me, she smiled, “you know, I tried to think of something to say while I was in the shower, but nothing came up. I think that you blew my mind.”

“I take that as a compliment.” I answered with a grin.

“It was.” She said and handed me a small, stiff piece of paper. “Here’s my card. If you need another massage or just want to talk, please don’t hesitate to call me.”

Smiling, I took the card and placed in on the table. “Thanks."

There was a knock on the door, causing us both to look in that direction.

“That got to be my helper.” Said Sophia and looked at me again. “I normally don’t ask this, but I’m not going to leave without knowing your name.”

“Oh… I’m Ivan.” I said with a grin and held out my hand.

She took it with a smile. “Sophia Garza.”

The knock on the door became a bit harder and Sophia let go of my hand. “I better go now.”

“Yeah… before he kicks the door in.”

Chuckling she walked over to the door and opened it.

It was the same muscular guy, who had delivered her, and it didn’t take more than a few minutes for him to take down the massage couch and walk out again, while he mumbled something about “taking a long time” to Sophia on the way out.

She looked surprised and checked her phone, before turning towards me as the shock was replaced with a grin. “I need to go now, Ivan. But thank you for the best three hours of my life.”

“So far.” I said with a smile. “But thank you for today.”

She smiled back and walked out of the door, closing it behind her.

---------- Department 55 ----------

Sheena was still watching the Americans and Maya and Zavala were sitting at the table, debating what to do next, when there was a knock on the door. A moment later, after Maya had said “Come!”, Luis Vela came in.

“Yes, Luis?” Said Maya, but then pointed at the laptop on the table. “If you’re looking for your computer, it’s right where you left it.”

Luis Vela frowned and looked at the laptop for a moment. “Oh… That belong to the department, not me.” He looked at the police officers. “I ran the prints of the three dead men from the beach and your bosses are going to freak about this, Zavala.”

“What do you mean?”

“First of all, Hans Schneider wasn’t Hans Schneider, but former SS officer Karl Weber, a wanted war criminal from World War II.”

“What?” exclaimed Zavala, but Luis continued. “The second set of prints showed that Jack Hardy was really Patrick ‘The Butcher’ Maguire. Wanted as an enforcer for the IRA and so brutal, that the IRA kicked him out… at least according to rumours. The last of the three was Mateo Espin and he turned out to be Francisco Otxoa, a member of the Basque terrorist group ETA and wanted on so many charges, that I can’t even remember them right now.”

Hector Zavala groaned and hid his face in the palm of his hand. “The press is going to a field day with this, and I don’t even know what to tell the bosses in Madrid.”

“That you’re working on a case with Interpol and can’t take a new one?” suggested Maya drily. “I mean, we’ve already warned them about Parker’s presence, so it shouldn’t be a problem.”

Hector Zavala thought for a moment and then nodded. “Good point… and I doubt that there’s anything for Department 55 in this case anyway.”

“Blame the Night of San Juan.” Suggested Luis Vela with a smile.

Maya looked at him. “How so?”

Luis shrugged. “My grandma is from the area and according to the folklore… the old one that is, not the one they tell the tourists… being by the fires on the beach on the Night of San Juan will not chase away evil spirits, it will kill them.”

“Please, don’t ever mention that again.” Said Maya with a slight smile. “First of all, the media would go berserk with that story. Secondly, we would become extremely unpopular by the tourist industry here.”

“Hmm… good point.”

---------- Ivan ----------

About a glass after Sofia had gone, I was sitting in a small café right next to Hotel Aleysa with a large glass of cold juice.

Bringing up the mental patterns of Cyra and Zena, I reached out with my mind to both of them, being extremely careful to keep a tight focus to avoid detection.
“< Hey again, Rascals >”

There was a moment of silence, followed by the feeling of being pleasantly surprised and then Cyra sent, “< Hey! > “

A moment later, Zena did the same.

“< Hey >” She sent. ”< Are you coming back? >”

“< I can’t right now, >” I sent as I drank some more of the juice. “< but I need to teach you how to send thought-images >”

“< What is that? >” Answered Cyra with puzzlement.

“< Do you remember when we started training and Zena sent a picture of the two of you doing Martial Arts in front of an oriental style temple? That’s a thought image >”

“< Oh… yeah, we do that all the time… it’s fun >”

A female voice saying, “Excuse me, Sir,” brought me out of my mental communication and I looked up to see a waitress standing next to me. Young and slim, with long dark hair and large brown eyes, she looked like the majority of local girls I had seen so far. “Yes?”

She nodded in the direction of my glass. “Can I bring you some more juice?”

I looked down and discovered the glass was empty.

Chuckling to myself, I returned my gaze to her. “Yes please.”

She took the glass with a smile and said, “I’ll be right back.”

“Thank you.”

I looked out of the window and picked up the mental conversation again. “< Yeah, and if you just send a thought image instead of starting a mental conversation, you can reach much longer and are much harder to detect >”

“< How much longer? Can we reach you here from home? >” Zena wanted to know.

“< No, not that much longer >” I paused for a moment. “< At least I don’t think so, but you might surprise me >”

I explained how to send only a thought-image and we practiced it for a few minutes, until I was sure they knew what they were doing. Sending thought-images was not as simple as it sounded, at least not the kind that were stripped for any emotions and thoughts, but the Twins took to it like fish to water and their thought-images were remarkable clear.

“< This is cool >” send Cyra with a lot of amusement in her thought. “< Kinda like the SMS version of mind-talking >”

“< Mind-SMS > “ giggled Zena, but her mood suddenly changed. “< Oh! What about the seals you gave us? >”

“< I told you to keep them, until I had told you the rest of the story, and I meant it >” I sent a feeling of reassurance to both the girls. “< I don’t know how long it will take me to get to America, but someday I will be there to finish the story and collect the seals along with the knife. Until then, you need to hold on to them >”

There were happy feelings in return and then Cyra said, “< No problem… We’ll just place it with mom’s chef knives. She has a permit for those, and nobody will notice… hmm…. If you’re coming to LA, you might need our phone number >”

I felt like slapping my forehead, as I kept forgetting modern means of communication. “< Oh yes. I forgot about that >”

Zena giggled in my head and sent both their home number as well as the number to Alice’ cell phone, before she added. “< Just a warning… We need to go to lunch soon >”

“< Oh, where’re you going? >”

“< La Bouganvilla > answered Zena with satisfaction. “< Their paella is fantastic! >”

“< Have a good meal then >” I sent and added, “< Remember to be careful with your focus, girls. Oh, and get Karen to train you in martial arts. If she can’t, train something similar >”

“< Okaaaay, but why? >” asked Cyra.

“< You both have an Inquisitorial Seal of the Ordo Gladius and with that come an obligation to be able to protect yourself or at least try >” I answered and looked up as the waitress came walking towards me with another glass of cold juice.

“< Okay … See you later >” sent Zena and then they were gone.

“Here you are.” Said the waitress and placed the glass on the table. “Anything else?”

“Not right now.” I send her a smile, “Unless you know where La Bouganvilla is located.”

“Oh…You turn left down the street, walk to Calle Granada and then turn right. You really can’t miss it.”

I was surprised that she knew the way and that must have shown in my face, because she laughed again. “I worked there last summer.”

“Ah… Well thank you for the directions.”

“You’re welcome.” She smiled back and then walked away again, heading towards another table and giving me the opportunity to look at her butt as it moved in the tightfitting pants.

With a slight chuckle, I shook my head. It would take some getting used to the health and attractiveness of women in this modern world.

I picked up the glass and drank some of it, while I did a quick memory-search to find out what a SMS was and smiled into the glass, when I found it. Not really the same, but not all that different either.

For a while, I debated with myself if I should go see the women or not, but in the end, I decided not to go. It was simply too risky with the Interpol agents around.

A feeling of being watched crept up on me and as discretely as possible, I looked around to see where the watcher was located.

In the doorway behind the bar, which I assumed led to the kitchen, stood a woman dressed like the other waitress. I guessed she was in her mid-twenties, and instead of having dark hair, hers were golden blonde, but beside that, she looked a lot like my waitress, so I guessed her hair was coloured.

The real difference between the two waitresses was in the eyes. Where the one that served me had been slightly flirty, it had been rather innocent. The waitress by the kitchen door was an entirely other matter as when she looked at me, she had the same look in her eyes as a hungry wolf looking at a sheep.

Under other circumstances, I would have taken a chance with her, but after the long session with Sofia, the only thing her hungry look did, was to remind me that I hadn’t eaten anything since the sandwich Julian had given me for breakfast, so I ordered a steak salad and settled down to eat.

I had just paid and was about to walk back to the hotel when I got a focused mental call from Zena. “< Ivan? >”

“< Yes? >”

“< Could you come to La Bouganvilla? We’re almost done eating and Cyra have a very bad feeling about going out of the restaurant again >”

“< Someone is waiting for us to leave >” added Cyra with a mental voice filled with fright “< I just know it >”

It would be easy to disregard Cyra’s feelings as a result of the near kidnapping, but she really was frightened and more to the point, she might actually be right, which was more important than avoiding the Interpol. “< I’ll be there shortly >”

“< Thank you, thank you, thank you >” chanted Cyra in my head.

“< No problem >” I sent with some amusement as I left the small café. “< Just act naturally >”

I followed the waitress’ directions until I was standing on a plaza, looking at La Bouganvilla.

The timing was excellent as Alice, Karen, Rita, and the Twins emerged from the restaurant as I arrived, followed closely by the two international police officers, doing their best to look like tourists.

I didn’t even get a chance to figure out if I should contact them or not, because Alice discovered me in a heartbeat, poked the others and a moment later, they were all heading my way.

The Twins were the fastest and I just had time to kneel before I was being hugged by them.

“< Hey >” sent Cyra as she hugged and along with the mental message there was a feeling of having missed me.

Smiling, I sent the same message back. I knew that I had only known them for a short time, but I had actually missed them.

“Hey there, Rascals. Nice to see you again!”

“< Likewise >” sent Zena with a smile as they released me.

I stood up to greet Alice, who gave me a hug and whispered. “The ladies behind us are police, so I can’t kiss you… but damn, you have been missed.”

“Likewise.” I whispered and chuckled as Rita and Karen joined the group hug.

---------- Department 55 ----------

“Oh Lord.” said Maya in a low voice. “The pictures did not do him justice.”

“Not even close.” Mumbled Sheena in agreement, as she studied the white-haired newcomer. Tall, good-looking and well trained, he looked much like the pictures, but what the pictures couldn’t and didn’t show, was his presence. Even dressed in relaxed clothes, he emitted self-confidence and there was something about the way he carried himself, that made him a walking wet dream.

She studied the hugging group of people for a moment, but the tingle of someone using Psychic Power suddenly hit her, making her focus on something else. “Parker is here! To the left.”

---------- Ivan ----------

I had just hugged all the women, when I felt a concentrated mental power focus on the Twins. It wasn’t an attack, more like a discrete probe to examine them.

Fortunately, I was touching them in the hug, so I felt the probe as clearly, as if it had been aimed at me. Before I could react, I felt Cyra and Zena’s Mind Shields snap into place in response to the probe, blocking any further attempts at examine them.

“< Ivan! >” Cyra sent, sounding slightly panicking “< Somebody’s attacking us again! >”

Sending reassurance back, I answered “< It’s not an attack. Someone tried to examine you, but your shields defeated it nicely. Good job, girls. I’m very proud of you! Now follow what I do >”

The probe withdrew, and I followed it with my mind, until I reached its source.

The energy pattern was different from both normal people and the Twins, so I committed the pattern to memory and risked a glance in the direction.

It was a man and despite having another hair colour as well as a moustache and glasses, he looked a lot like the mind-image of Leonard Parker I had taken from Curtis’ mind before he died.

Suddenly I detected an extremely subtle scan from the opposite direction of where Parker was.

“< What do we do now? >” asked Zena calmly.

“< Act as if nothing happened >” I sent, while I privately wondered, if I had underestimated the rarity of Mentats in the world, because apparently Malaga was crawling with them.

Using a window as a mirror, I studied the area behind me. The two international police officers were standing there, looking in Parker’s direction. They were also the only ones in that area, so the subtle scan had to come from one of them.

My brains speed up as things started to make sense. Zena had said that Interpol were something like Inquisitors and if there were Mentats committing crimes, chances were that there was a special police force to deal with that, so perhaps she was closer to the truth about Interpol that she imagined. At least one of the two women was both a Mentat and a law enforcement officer, which made her the modern version of an Inquisitor.

It also made a direct mental attack on Parker unwise, since the Interpol agents would detect it. I turned my attention back to Parker, but as I looked, he disappeared into the crowd.

---------- Department 55 ----------

“You have Parker?” mumbled Maya and glanced at Sheena, who nodded “Yeah, but I can’t see him and he’s moving away.”

Maya thought it over. “Okay. You follow him along with Zavala. I’ll take the girls back to the hotel, where we can protect them.”

“What about the Ivan guy?”

“That’ll have to wait. We’ve gambled enough with the American’s safety.”

Sheena nodded and walked away, quickly followed by Zavala and four plain clothed police officers.

---------- Ivan ----------

I was impressed with the quiet, efficient way the red-haired policewoman handled the whole affair: She gently explained to Alice that they all needed to get back to the hotel for security reasons and after giving the groups time for a quick goodbye to me, she herded them away. I did notice that the group was flanked by several Spanish police officers that had appeared while we said goodbye.