Heather Jenkins

"Okay, it looks a little fishy," Kimberly had arrived. "What's the excitement all about?"

"This month is also missing February twenty-ninth," I pointed. "I need to see their books for that day. Hell, I need to see the books for every February twenty-ninth."

Whoever Kimberly's people were, they didn't have any trouble finding the digital records from that day on the NLA servers. Over a hundred million dollars came and went through the books on that leap day. I examined the past leap days and came up with two more days of off-the-books transactions crammed into the NLA's digital copy of the ledger. Why they had entered those transactions at all, let alone left them in the ledger, mystified me.

Kimberly came over to me when I finished writing out the first leap days' transactions on my boards. "You need to rest, Heather. Let us chase the transactions down, and we will follow up on Sunday."

"Monday. I'm not going to burn my entire weekend now that I know what's been bugging me. I always discounted the leap days because there was no entry in their paper books. I'm going to spoil myself once I get a shower and some sleep. You are more than welcome to join me for a nap, all of you."

"Let me ask you a question. Are you tired?" Kimberly cocked her head. "You have been awake for over thirty hours, and have you so much have yawned?"

She was right, I didn't feel any kind of fatigue. My wrists should have been killing me from doing all that writing. In fact, my left-handed writing was as good as my right. My eyes didn't hurt, my feet didn't hurt, I didn't even feel the usual crick in my neck. "What did you do to me?" I demanded.

"Heather, listen. What you are feeling now is something all of us feel when we are first initiated. Sure, there is confusion, doubt, anger, but those feelings will go away. Your first time with Nadia awakened the magician within you, and your sex with Shehzadi only reinforced that. Combined with the exposure you've had to various spices in the food last night and this morning, your body is stronger that it has ever been." Kimberly paused. "You're immortal now, Heather."

"I'm what?"

"You're immortal. You won't die of old age, because your body will stay as it is now. No disease can hurt you, your immune system won't let any virus or bacteria through. You won't have any aches or pains, and while you may want to sleep, you won't need it."

"What about..." I made a cutting motion across my neck, "death Highlander style?"

"Yes, decapitation will kill you, as will any severe damage to your brain. Your body will repair any other damage rather quickly, so try not to get mangled in public."

"Aww, no getting cut in half?" I asked with a grin.

Kimberly snapped her fingers and Shehzadi brought over a dagger and handed it to Kimberly while giving me a wink. "Don't go around jumping off buildings or shooting yourself, or anything stupid," Shehzadi warned.

"Give me your hand, Heather," Kimberly said.

I held out my left hand and Kimberly took it. "Keep in mind that your body uses gold as a catalyst for repairing itself. You should probably take to wearing gold rings or necklaces. Shehzadi?"

Shehzadi slipped a ring on my right ring finger. "To do this for real would require a platinum ring, Heather."

Kimberly took advantage of the distraction to stab me through the other hand. It hurt, not as bad as I thought it would. When she withdrew the knife, the wound closed by itself, only a few drops of blood falling onto my nice, white floor. "I'd say 'holy shit' if I believed in all that. What do you say as an exclamatory?"

Shehzadi giggled. "We say 'Oh Goddess' or 'Oh, my Goddess."

"Fair enough. So, I have always had a magician inside of me, Kimberly?"

"You've probably always been exceedingly good at numbers, algebra might have been your first love. Always trying to balance the equation, always balancing the books. The enhanced talent, the actual magician, lay dormant until you came across us."

Was this the same reason that Ai was after me? "Because I'm a Child of the Sphere?"

"Not as much as you may think," Kimberly shook her head.

"Janne Sumika said that Ai referred to me as a 'Child of the Sphere.'"

"That may be true. Have you ever been to Okinawa?" Nadia asked.

"Not that I remember," I shrugged.

"Then you are a Child of Gaia, not of The Sphere. I can't elaborate more on that until I hear from the leadership, which I won't until your task is complete," Kimberly said.

"We should probably go to Heather's house," Shehzadi offered me a wet-nap. "For your floor."

The ride home was slowed by an accident blocking two of the three southbound lanes on Broad Street. After an hour, I was starting to worry about the state of our fuel, but the gauge still read 'full.'

"It's not broken," Kimberly said. "We haven't even burned a liter."

"How is that possible? This monster isn't electric, I can feel the engine running!"

"It's just a super-efficient engine that some wonderful German engineers came up with," Kimberly replied.

"Great," I muttered. The German engineers would probably charge an arm and both legs to do my Beemer. There wouldn't be enough use of that car to justify the expense, so the sheet wouldn't balance.

When we were finally on our way again, Nadia freed herself from her seatbelt and straddled me in the backseat. I was instantly uncomfortable because my cock was trying to enlarge even though it was tucked up inside me.

"Tease," I accused.

Nadia kissed me, then backed up to look me in the eyes. "You're very lovable, Heather."

"So are you, Nadia. Are you using magic on me?"

"We can't use magic in a seduction, but we can use magic to enhance our relationships. There is so much to show you, I don't know where to begin." She gave me another kiss and nuzzled into my neck.

"If you can use magic in a relationship, why start one with me?" I looked at Shehzadi sitting in the front seat. "I'm sure your relationship with Shehzadi was going along just fine before I was even in the picture."

Nadia sat back and looked me in the eyes. "That's your biggest fear, isn't it?" I nodded. "Heather, I told you that I am yours. Shehzadi has told you the same. Even if you don't accept the job offer, we want to stay with you; in your heart and in your bed. We will not leave unless you tell us to go, understand?"

"All right," I nodded. Her proclamation was honest and sincere, moreso than any other woman or man had given to me, I accepted it with my heart. Nadia back to nuzzling my neck, arms around me, hands toying with my bra straps.

I caught Kimberly's eyes in the rear-view mirror, there was a twinkle in her eyes to go with the grin on her face. She hadn't made any outright sexual advances to me yet, so what was she waiting for?

Nadia didn't let go when the Suburban stopped in my driveway. Kimberly and Shehzadi got out and went into the house, leaving the front door open.

"Nadia?" I asked.

"You can carry me, you have it in you," Nadia urged.

I slipped out of the Suburban and pushed Nadia up against the side to close the door. "Oops."

"I'll charge the dry-cleaning to you," Nadia whispered.

Once we were inside, I pushed Nadia up against the front door to close it, then took a step back and did it again, hard enough to make her gasp. " You okay?"

"Just fine. We can do that again, but I really want my spanking now."

When we reached my bedroom, Nadia put her legs down and turned around. I peeled the sports top and leggings off her body and pushed her forward until her knees were touching the bed. I gave her a gentle push and she bent over, presenting her beautiful ass to me.

I nudged her feet apart with my foot, studying her body. The first smack came light, just to watch her ass jiggle. I moved around to her side so I could get a better angle and gave her another smack. After five for each cheek, I slipped my finger under the curve of her ass, following it to her pussy. She was wet and dripping, and after I took her fluid into my mouth, tasty.

Nadia announced her impatience by wiggling her ass, so I gave her another ten smacks to settle her down. I got undressed down to my panties, leaving my cock trapped for the moment. Ten smacks later and Nadia let out a gasp and stood up. She whipped around and pushed me onto the bed, straddling me in a blur. She leaned forward, trapping my head to the bed by my hair. I couldn't move my head, but that was okay.

When she started attacking my neck with her mouth, I thought her some kind of vampire, but she was sucking like a teenager trying to mark her prize with a hickey. "Just so you know, passion marks don't heal like regular bruises," Nadia snickered after she got done.

"I don't mind," I replied.

"I know," Nadia released my hair and leaned forward to give me a ferocious kiss. I reached up and fisted my hands in her hair so she couldn't get away from me kissing her. She started rubbing her mound on my bulge, gyrating and then rocking her pelvis back and forth until she started moaning in my mouth. I released her hair so she could arch her neck and treat me to her orgasm look. She slumped forward on me, and straightened her legs out. I took it as a sign to roll us over so I could be on top.

Since she had apparently given me a hickey, I decided to return the favor, right under her ear. Nadia writhed and moaned underneath me, opening her legs so she could wiggle her hips and grind herself against me. I continued my assault, trying to leave my mark on her otherwise flawless brown skin. Nadia's eyes were dreamy when I pulled back to inspect my handywork. Her gyrations were getting faster, so I decided to give her some help by pressing my trapped cock up against her pussy. After a few moments of humping against me, Nadia finally had another orgasm. "Thank you," I said.

Nadia seem surprised. "Why are you thanking me? I should be thanking you for pleasuring me with two orgasms and a hickey."

"Well, I take my pleasure in different ways. Like watching your titties wiggle around when you were on top of me, that was hypnotic and beautiful."

"Thank you, I take pride in my little c-cup boobies," Nadia smiled.

"I wish I had half that," I shrugged. "Maybe a b-cup, something to push those sports bras out a bit."

"That could be arranged," Nadia said.

"Yeah, I looked into implants one time, not enthused by some of the horror stories that transgenders tell, or their results." I slid off the bed, pulling off my panties and freeing my cock, which started to grow in gratitude.

Nadia sat up, swinging around her feet so she was sitting on them. "This isn't about implants or hormones or herbs or spices."

"Or slime and snails or puppy dog tails?" I joked. "Any kind of breast enlargement is going to leave me with funny areolas and downward facing nipples."

"What if you could get breasts like mine?" Nadia asked. "Natural, jiggly, like the woman you are deserves."

"Magic?"

"Not something I can do, and you'll need maybe two pounds of gold for the spell. That is assuming the healer is allowed to perform the ritual, which she should."

"I'd like to have breasts like yours," I admitted. "But that can't happen today."

"Keep an open mind," Nadia reached out and wrapped her slender fingers around my cock. "Let's get this bad boy emptied."

"I really want to perform a tongue dance with your clit." I pulled my hips back a little, then moved them forward, using Nadia's hand to masturbate. "But if I keep doing this, you are going to get a facial."

Nadia freed my cock from her hand and scooted back on the bed to make room for me. "I know we've only known each other a few days, but can you make love to me now?"

'Make love' were two little words that scare some people. Was what I felt for Nadia love? Could it be love? She obviously knew what I thought about her; catching my eye and the random dirty thoughts I had about her, but was that enough? What about her relationship with Shehzadi?

"Hey," Nadia snapped her fingers. "You're overthinking things. I told you where my heart lies. Now get that pecker over here and make love to me."

I knelt on the bed, and Nadia opened her legs, smiling as I crawled up to her. I took two fingers and stuck them up her snatch. Nadia started to object, but I started working them in and out of her, my thumb hitting her clitoris on the in stroke. After a minute, she started wrinkling up her face, and she put her hands on mine. That's when I pulled my hand completely out and away from her. Before the removal could register on her senses, I slid forward and into her.

Her eyes widened when I was slipping into her. I felt her muscles tighten around my shaft, the warm welcome of a woman who wanted me. "Hello," I whispered.

"Welcome," Nadia whispered back.

***

Kimberly was right about not needing to sleep, but I knew that I would eventually want to . Having a woman in your arms, legs snaked together, listening to her steady breathing, I didn't want to give those up. However, it was still bright outside, and I needed to eat.

Nadia had given me a break by letting me shower alone. I got dressed, noticing that it was a little easier to tuck myself so that I could wear the leggings which matched the jacket and camisole I chose from my wardrobe. Kimberly and Shehzadi were chatting at the table in the kitchen, Starr and Nadia cooking at the stove.

There was something different about Kimberly and Shehzadi, almost as if they had spent the last few hours in bed together. "Yes," Kimberly admitted. "You and Nadia were not the only ones having sex this afternoon."

"What are we going to do this evening?" Starr asked.

"There's a party in Pittsburgh for that new running back they just signed," Shehzadi offered, knowing that I was a fan of the team.

"We couldn't get there in time, Shehzadi," Kimberly said.

"Sure we could, I'll just call Hayley. She's been wanting to go anyways," Shehzadi countered.

"Shezzy!" Nadia warned.

"Settle down, Nadia," Starr said. "Heather, you've seen just about everything else, and you know that you're immortal, so showing you what we can do is the logical next step."

"That sounds good to me," I nodded.

"Linear folding isn't for everybody," Nadia explained. "You do it wrong, and it's painful."

"Stop with the horror stories, Nadia," Starr giggled. "That hasn't happened in a while."

"What hasn't happened?" I asked.

"When you go through a linear fold, if the slightest part of you isn't willing, the fold becomes a rope and you go through anyway. When you end up on the other side, pretty much all of your skin is gone and if you don't have any gold on you or in you at the time, regeneration is painful."

"What happens if you aren't immortal and can't regenerate?" I asked.

"That hasn't happened, ever," Starr said. "In theory, the person pulled through the fold would die."

"Comforting," I muttered.

"Do you want to go?" Kimberly spoke up.

"I would love to, threats of skin flaying notwithstanding," I chuckled. "How would we get in? I'm sure the party's closed to outsiders."

"We know some people," they all said together.

***

The linear fold was amazing. One second we were in my living room, the next we were in an awesome hotel suite in Pittsburgh. The woman who, for the lack of a better word, transported us to the suite, gave me a little peck on the cheek before she left the room.

"That was pretty amazing," I admitted.

"Don't get used to it," Kimberly warned. "There are very few people that can do the fold and the other way is less precise and expensive."

"Okay," I shrugged. "Where is the party?"

The party was fun. I got to meet the quarterback, who had no problem autographing my Findlay High School student ID card. He told me I looked good for my age, making me blush bright pink.

While I was meeting and greeting with people I had only read about in Forbes, a rather severe woman came up to me, Nadia in tow. Introductions were made, Nadia bowing out to leave us alone.

"Nadia seems afraid of you," I commented.

"Well, in a way I am her boss. Well, I was until you seduced her. I don't blame her, of course, the in-between is always a lure to the women who work for me, especially if they are magicians."

"The in-between? That sounds rather derogatory," I said.

"I didn't mean it that way. I was seduced by a wonderfully beautiful crossdresser. She was very good to me and all of my sisters. That's figurative sisters."

"I understand. Why isn't she with you tonight?" I asked.

"Sometimes bad things happen to good people," was Janine's cryptic answer.

"Don't I know it," I murmured. "I thought Brookstone Pointe was mostly West Coast."

"We have various interests around the country," Janine said.

"You are hedging a lot, Madam Olsen," I said. "Was there supposed to be a point to this meeting?"

"I was going to ask you out, but that came to a screeching halt when I saw somebody more interested in you than I." Janine waved to somebody behind me. "Don't worry, he will be as much into you as you will be into him."

I turned around and ran into a man to make my heart beat faster. He was five-eight or five-nine, two hundred pounds, but not all of it fat, not all muscle, either. The perfect middle-aged man. I held out my hand to him. "I'm Heather Jenkins."

He took my hand and actually kissed it. "Declan Sagemueller. Pleased to meet you."

"You will be," I chuckled. I turned thank Janine, but she was already weaving her way through the crowd. "It's a little loud in here, can we go somewhere?"

We broke away from the crowd and found a little alcove in which to chat. We hit it off immediately. There was plenty that we had in common, the same sports, and a penchant for tennis. Declan invited me to dinner, but I felt guilty about leaving the gals in a lurch and excused myself to go find them.

I went up to the suite that we had 'folded' into and stopped cold outside the door. I could hear moans I recognized coming from inside the room, Nadia and Shehzadi were having sex. I waited a beat, trying to decide whether or not to interrupt them. I decided against it, running into Hayley when I turned around. "Hey, Heather."

"Hey. Nadia and Shehzadi seem to be occupied. Do you know where Kimberly and Starr are at?"

Hayley pointed down at the floor. "They are also occupied. Would you like me to give them a message when they come up for air?"

I didn't how I felt about the four of them pairing off like that. They weren't beholden to me, and I wasn't to them, so I figured I had a right to go let Declan fuck my brains out. "Just tell them I'm out on a date," I said.

"Great," Hayley handed me a cell. "Give me a call when you're ready to go back to Columbus. I'll expect it, I don't know, early Monday morning?"

"Probably not that long," I chuckled.

"Listen, Heather. Those gals have been together a long time. By together, I mean together. Don't feel guilty for going out with Declan, you need fun too." She gave me a peck on the lips. "See you Monday."

"What's in this for you?" I asked.

"You've already done it, Heather," Hayley smiled.

I went back down to Declan. I was a little confused about what was going on upstairs, but that was pushed to the side when I saw him smile at me. He whisked me away to dinner in a brand new BMW, driving up to a restaurant that seemed to scream 'High Society.'

My living was very good. I had made really good money working for the firm, and I spent it on clothing and some on Laura. One of the things that I knew about high-class restaurants was if they didn't have prices on the menu, prepare to dig deep when you get the check. Declan was gentlemanly enough to ask me what I wanted so that he could order for me.

The waitress was very well groomed and extremely polite. I idly wondered how much she pulled in a night in tips. She sashayed away, making me wish I could fit into a size zero dress. "They're not allowed to date the customers," Declan joked when I turned back to him.