Heather Jenkins

"Should we continue, ma'am?" Loren asked.

"Sure."

"Here is your new passport. Please forgive the assumption of the woman who filed the papers for you, it can be changed if you want."

I took the passport from her. Sure enough, it read 'Heather Staten Jenkins-Sagemueller.' I chuckled at the assumption. What surprised me was the visa stamps in the back. There were indefinite stay stamps for almost every country in the world in my book. "This is a spook passport," I said. "Most real State Department people don't have these."

"Like I said, Declan travels a lot. He's not a natural immortal yet, so inter-plane travel portals will reject him. The same for linear folding, it makes mortals sick or kills them. That passport book means you can go to anywhere he is at, at any given moment, via linear fold or portal. That's our way of complying with the laws of man, we can go to any country where we have an invitation."

"I can't do linear folds," I protested.

"You have a travel agent. Most people in the clan, not even the leadership, have their own travel agent."

Travel agent? "Hayley?" I asked.

"Oh, gawd, my big mouth."

"You may as well finish what you were going to say," I said.

"Hayley's your daughter," Loren held up her hand. "I know she looks older than ten, she's your age in actual years. Ten years ago, you had a fling with a woman at a halloween party. She was dressed up as a guy and you were dressed as a girl. That woman was..."

"She said her name was Terry Fowler," I said. "That was a really good three-day weekend."

"Anyway, Terry had a daughter, your daughter. Hayley has spent a lot of time abroad on alternate planes of existence, which is why she looks older than she actually is on this plane."

"Thanks a lot, Loren," Hayley said from the doorway. "Mom and I were going to tell her."

"What's done is done," Loren shrugged.

I couldn't do anything but offer my arms to Hayley. She bounced across the floor, almost knocking me over with her hug. "Maybe it was better this way, mother. Mom couldn't really think of a good way to tell you."

"Hiya, kid," I pulled her closer. "Nice to meet you."

"Same here," Hayley sobbed into my shoulder.

I waited for Hayley to pull back before I took another look at her. "You know I have a million more questions about everything. So that I what I did for you? I helped give you life?"

"You did more than that, mother. I'll explain later." She gave a glare to Loren. "Go ahead and finish, motor-mouth."

"Keys," Loren grabbed a ring of keys off the dresser. "There are four keys. Together, they open up all of Declan's residences. The EU is for Europe, the US key opens all US residences. The SA key is for the eight residences in South America. There are fourteen houses between the international dateline and the forty-fifth meridian east, that's the IDL key."

Holy Moly Fucking Shit! Houses all over the fucking planet? "Isn't that unsafe?" I asked as I held out my hand.

Loren dropped the keys in my palm. "Assuming anybody could duplicate the physical key, the transponders cannot be duplicated."

The keys were square rods which would actuate four sets of tumblers as opposed to one or two. John had once shown me the keys to the security booths at the Prodigy Mall, saying that those locks were pick-proof.

"Phone next," Loren handed me a black, slimline phone. It was an Elegraf, satellite and cellular, everything encrypted. "Those are fun phones to have."

"I'm being investigated by the FBI, Counterintelligence Division. These things are banned for sale to US citizens and if I'm caught with that I get a rectal exam, not the kind I like."

Hayley laughed. "Don't worry about them, mother, that will all be taken care of when you finish your audit."

"How do you know so much about me?" I asked.

"Do you remember, seven years ago, when Amato's men had you in their sights and you miraculously survived?" Hayley asked.

That had been a moment. "How could I forget?"

"They ended up shooting themselves in the kneecaps. Well, that was me."

"Kimberly said that Nadia and Shehzadi had been following me around for six months. You've been following me how long?"

"I've been around you for a while, mostly helping keep you alive until I could tell you that you had a daughter from some random fling years ago," Hayley shrugged. "Well, not all the time. I left the private moments, private."

"You've been in my house?" I half-demanded.

"Mother, your house is warded. I couldn't get in there without a specific invitation, no magic user can. Well, guardians can, that's how Nadia got in your house a couple nights ago," Hayley explained. "Now that you know that I am your blood, I can go anywhere you can unless you specifically revoke that right."

"Wow, magic," I shook my head.

"My ability is more than magic," Hayley admitted. "I'm a Child of the Sphere, I inherited that from you."

Huh? "I'm what?"

"Hayley," Loren warned.

"Fine time to worry about keeping your mouth shut, Loren," Hayley snapped. "Mother, I'll explain later, okay? Just don't get shot in the head or decapitated, and I can show you everything."

"Why can't you show me or tell me now?" I asked.

"Because what I need to show you is in Japan, and I can't take you there by magic. Gaia forbids it," Hayley said. "You have to finish your work and that will end Janne's hold over you, the hold she initiated when she told you not to leave the country."

"Laws of man, right?" I already knew what the answer was.

Hayley popped out of existence, and Loren walked me through my phone's features. The phone was biometrically linked to me, and I could make a call just by saying it. Loren also said that I could think to the phone once it had gotten used to me and my thought patterns. That was better than Bluetooth.

Loren's closeness to me was arousing my cock. That arousal led me to excuse myself from a very disappointed Loren and to go see Declan. He was in the shower, humming the song 'One Night in Bangkok' to himself. It was a fitting song, I thought. I didn't have a plan for the seduction of a man, it just wasn't something that I was used to. Usually I was the one on the bottom, with few rare instances of being the initiator and the top.

There were actually feminine things in the bathroom now, I noticed. One of them being a jar of hair ties. I grabbed one and was pulling my hair back into a ponytail when Declan shut the shower off. He opened the shower door, pausing when he saw me. Not sure of what to do, he grabbed a towel and started drying himself off. I shed my jacket, folding it and setting it on the counter as opposed to hanging it up. Next came the top, leaving just the sports bra holding up my wonderfully new melons.

Declan was frozen in place, watching me undress, so I indulged him. I bent over to undo my shoes, pausing so he could see down my bra. I pulled them off and set them out of the way. I turned around and bent over to remove my footies, casting a look at Declan still frozen in place. The pants came next, and when I turned around I had nothing but the sports bra and thong panties on.

My panties were doing a good job at keeping my cock from growing, but nothing was holding Declan's back. He resumed slowly drying himself off under my watchful eye and dropped the towel to the floor. I couldn't resist going over and kneeling in front of him, taking his cock into my mouth. He tried to resist, but once you've got a man's cock in your mouth, he's powerless. I wasn't intending to give him an orgasm, but I underestimated how horny that he was. I swallowed his cum and licked his pecker clean before standing up.

"You're a damned tease," Declan accused when I was nose-to-nose with him.

"So are you, only I didn't freeze in place. Did you put your plug in, hubby?"

Declan gently pushed me back so that he could turn around and bend over to show me. It looked like he had put the largest plug in first, and I hoped that he had not hurt himself doing it or the scene would be ruined. I gave him a swat on the ass and he stayed in position like he wanted another.

He finally stood back up, and was smirking when he turned back around. "You should have kept going."

"Spanking later, I just had my nails done," I held up my pretty, feminine fingers. They were definitely more feminine now than yesterday, slimmer and more defined. "Let's go to the bedroom."

When we got to the bed, Declan crawled on and stayed on all fours. "Is this good for you?" He asked.

Rolling my eyes, I grabbed the lube bottle off the nightstand and put it on the headboard. I flipped him onto his back and pounced on him. "Doggy is good in cramped quarters or for a quickie, not good for now." I gave him a slow kiss, nibbling on his lips and thrusting my tongue into his mouth.

When I pulled back, he opened his eyes and looked at me in wonder. "You are amazing, Heather."

"Just wait, Declan," I gave him a wink. It was harder than I thought to take the sports bra off, but I did. Declan reached up, cupping and caressing my tits, treating them like I wanted him to. He alternated pinching my nipples and sucking them, making my cock beg to be free.

I got off the bed to pull my panties off. When my cock was free, Declan's eyes lit up I grabbed a pillow and slid it under his back before I climbed back on. The plug came out easily, Declan must have used a lot of lube to get it up in his little pucker. It looked clean, telling me that he did his enema job just right. I hesitated before throwing it onto the floor, cursing myself for not preparing for that problem I reached over his head to get the lube, and he playfully nipped at the closest nipple. I let him catch it, the sensation in my breast causing my cock to harden faster.

After lubing myself up, I tossed the bottle beside the plug. Now came the hard part, I had never done an anal virgin before, man or woman, and I didn't want to do it wrong. I wanted to see this eager man underneath me on a daily basis forever. If we lasted that long.

Lining my cock up with his hole, I looked at Declan's face for any sign of reluctance and found none. I eased into him, my head sliding past his anal ring and deep inside him. There was a little twitch, causing me to pause, but his smile encouraged me to continue.

I was fully inside my lover now, and I swore I could feel his heart beating on the head of my cock. I withdrew an inch, then pushed back. And again. Declan was enjoying his, I could see it on his face as I moved my cock back and forth. This was the best position I could have chosen, and the perfect lighting so I could see his face melt with pleasure. I leaned forward to kiss him, and his hands clasped my newly-grown breasts. He pinched my nipples and rolled them around between his thumb and forefinger.

"Do you like those?" I asked.

"I like these titties better on you." His face melted as I pushed inside him again. I knew I was hitting his prostate, the look told me so. "Your cock is just right, wifey, it feels wonderful inside me, don't ever take it out."

"I'll have to take it out eventually," I teased. I could feel his cock growing between us, he was going to have his first anal orgasm soon, and I was going to give it to him. "Do you love me, Declan?"

"As much as you love me," Declan whispered. "You love me with your cock, Heather, so deep, so good. Fill me up with your girl-jizz, Heather. I want to taste it."

Declan's dirty-talk was helping me build, his breathing telling me that he was building too, then he came, shooting up between us. His pulsing set me off, and I was squirting into him. A few moments later, he opened his eyes, they were dreamy and a tear rolled down his cheek.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"No pain at all wifey," Declan smiled. "Do it again."

I was still hard, and didn't feel any of the usual signs of going soft. Declan's ass stayed tight, and I gave him another orgasm before I finally pulled out. His eyes were still dreamy and he gave me a pout before he closed them again. I had fucked him to sleep.

Not wanting to wake him up, I stole into the bathroom of one of the guest rooms and took a shower. Loren came into the shower when I was almost finished, giving me a good look at her naked. "You were already undressed, so I didn't have a chance to use the code on you," she gave me a bashful smile.

"That's just fine. I don't know if I would have had the time otherwise," I admitted.

"Does that mean you want me?" She asked.

"Of course it does." I gave her a once-over with my hands. She had little breasts, and was very shy about them. "Why are you so shy?" I asked her.

"Because, they're small," Loren pouted. "In fact, your tits are bigger than all three of us put together. Declan offered to pay for enhancements, but all of us turned him down."

"I'm glad you did, you are fine just the way you are."

***

Loren helped me get dressed in a comfortable pantsuit that was perfect for an evening at a football game. Declan was on a conference call with somebody when I went back into his bedroom. He was acting like a big-shot executive while wearing my panties. I managed to stifle my laugh until he finished, dropping his phone on the bed. "What?"

"Please don't stretch them out," I indicated the panties.

"They're comfortable, especially in my ass," he turned around to show me the strip of fabric in his ass cheeks. "But I'll get my own, aquamarine is not my color. You look good."

"I should look good after what you spent on me today, Declan. It wasn't necessary, but thank you."

"Heather, you should have everything that you want. Your heart's desire, anything you want, I will get for you," he turned around, bending over to pull the panties down, showing me the buttplug in his ass. "Including this."

I went to his dresser and pulled out a pair of boxer-brief underwear and tossed them to him. "Do you think of me when that's inside you?" I asked.

"This could never replace you. I keep it in so you can have me at a moment's notice, to keep you happy," Declan smiled.

"Just remember, I like to feel you inside me too," I said.

"Of course," he smiled.

There was something about the way he said 'of course' that caused me worry. I knew that some men were psychologically ingrained to be bottoms and some even were servants. I didn't get into relationships with those kind of men, mostly because I liked being the bottom most of the time.

I watched him get partially dressed before he was interrupted again by another call. I didn't want to get into his business, so I left the room. Loren was in the kitchen with two other women, talking over the events of the day so far. They were all beautiful with their long, brown hair and smiling faces.

"Heather, this is Shania and Kelsey, they wrap up our trio," Loren began.

Shania rushed up to me and gave me a hug. "Thank you so much for coming, and, well cumming."

Kelsey was next. "I was the last to know, like, just now, but thank you. Don't take this the wrong way, but I am hoping that things will get interesting now."

"How so?" I asked.

"Part of our agreement is that we don't have outside interpersonal relationships while working for the primary. That means no boyfriends, no girlfriends, not anything that can compromise our employer."

"So you'd have sex with me because I'm the only option?" I asked.

Kelsey looked offended. "Me, no. I'm a straight-up assistant, and will be the nanny if any little ones arrive. At some point there may be something, but not now."

"I was turned on the second I saw you, I swear," Loren said. "These two weren't on call when Mister S. asked me to pick up a few things for him, so I got to see you first."

"You intimidate me," Shania admitted. "This little boob-gift thing has me a little wary of touching you right now."

"Get off it, Shania," Loren gave her a playful shove.

"Just kidding," Shania raised her hands in surrender. "But if you need help washing those babies, Loren's day off is Wednesday."

Oh, my god, they're scheduling me, I thought. That could be very rewarding, but what about Nadia and Shehzadi? Oh, they were going to leave me. "So, does Declan have a box at the stadium?"

***

Declan did have a skybox. It had a good view of the field at an off-angle to the end zones, but not the superior spot at the midline. Loren told me that was because the owners of the stadium saved themselves the best seats in the house. My personal preference would have been behind the team on the field level. The visiting team, so I could taunt them. Declan told me that could be arranged.

I was helping Loren wheel the snack carts to the suite when a woman came up to us. "Well, Declan's little groupies," she said with a sneer. "Which one are you again? Kelsey?"

"I'm Loren," she snapped.

The woman then turned her sneer on me. "And I see that Declan is developing a taste for groupies with boobs bigger than his."

"Who is this?" I asked Loren.

"This is Katherine Redding. She's the former Missus Sagemueller," Loren replied.

"Why does she call you groupies?"

"I have no clue," Loren shrugged.

"Do enjoy the game, Kat," I said. I started pushing the cart, Loren following my lead and pushing it along with me.

As soon as we were in the suite, Loren took my hands. "Be careful of her, she's dangerous. One time she distracted me and was getting ready to try some shit with Declan when Shania stopped her."

"Stopped who?" Declan asked.

"Kat's here," Loren said. "Tried having a go at Heather, but got shut down instead."

Declan got a thoughtful look on his face, like he was digesting something. "I'll watch out for her."

When halftime came, Loren announced there was a get-together at the box Brookstone Pointe was renting on the other side of the stadium. Declan begged off, saying he had some documents to review before the game started back up.

Once we had gotten to the other side of the ring, I realized that I had forgotten my clutch. Loren wanted to come with me, but I assured her I would be okay. When I got back to Declan's suite, there was a very large man standing directly in front of the door. "This is a private suite," he said.

"I know, this is my boyfriend's suite."

"Mister Sagemueller is in there with his wife and they have asked not to be disturbed. Please leave."

Shania came around the corner just then. "What the fuck?"

"Call security," I said. "Kat's in there with Declan."

"I am the security.' Shania pulled out a gun which had been tucked into the back of her slacks. "FBI. Step out of the way, or I will shoot you."

The walking tree trunk didn't know what to say, so he just moved out of the way. Shania covered him while I unlocked the door with my phone. Declan was in one of the seats, Katherine sitting across from him, her back to the door. "How did you get rid of those wonderful breasts, Declan?"

"Magic," Declan smiled. "I gave them away."

"Who did you give them to, Declan?" Katherine asked.

"He gave them to me," I announced my presence.

"Heather, baby," Declan snapped out of whatever spell he was in and stood up. He looked at Katherine in disgust. "What the fuck are you doing in here?"

"Leaving," Shania had put away her gun. "Aren't you, Kat?"

I could tell that Katherine was flustered, she gave a huff and stomped out of the suite. "Declan are you okay?" I asked.

"There was no way she could have gotten in here," Declan said. "We change the codes all the time, they're synced to the phones."

"Declan, did you open the door for her?" Shania asked.

He put his hand to his head and sighed. "I don't remember. Why can't I remember?"

"Shania, could you wait outside for us, please?" I asked. After she left, I turned my attention back to Declan. "Let's sit down, okay, baby?"

"Sure." He sat in the chair that Katherine had been occupying, and I sat in front of him. "Are you all right, baby?"