Life as a New Hire Ch. 39

"Is that so?" she purred. "Then we are even. I find your apparel distracting as well." Gotchya. She lunged forward and we were clashing steel once more.

I changed up my tactics. I could over-extend myself because I was fighting with two weapons at once. My grip on the right ax lengthened and began targeting her Jian. Even when she could slip the blade around the ax-head and hit my handle, the material was very resilient and could withstand a hundred such deflections.

That caused her to switch up her Jian faster as my far stronger blows were hammering her muscles. Around the third, exhausting minute, I got a swing past her, drawing a line of blood from her shoulder/upper arm section to her sternum. He bra strap on the left side was severed.

Before she could do more than recover from the shock and pain, I'd hopped back three quick steps, knelt and put my axes on the ground. She looked confused by my vulnerability.

"This is what I do when training with the Amazons," I explained.

"Since I am the only male in a sea of women, I have to be extra cautions to not offend the spectators when I wound one of the warriors I'm dueling with." See, I was showing her my ultimate honor by comparing her favorably to my 'senior' partners.

That these exemplars were women and I had the utmost respect for female warriors wasn't lost on her either. She was measuring up to some really dangerous people. She'd spent much of her life trying to be that dangerous in a society that regulated her best to second place, or 'luck'.

No male student in her school would have done as I did unless he was foolishly besotted with her. All good, moral, upstanding manly Seven Pillar slayers-in-training were schooled to be merciless and to consider all women as weaker than men solely because they had boobs and a nice ass.

"It hurts," she complained. "I need to treat it."

"Let me," I stood and walked her way. I left the axes behind. This was another chance to do me in. She had her left blade between us in a flash. Its blade's point rested between the ribs sheltering my heart. Gently, I pushed the blade aside.

The mental moment to slaughter me had passed. I she barely protested when I slipped an arm around her hips and steered her toward the medical kit sitting close to one of the few palms and under some fallen palm thatch along with my QCW-05 submachine gun.

I used the end of a palm frond for her to bite down on as I used some antiseptic on the wound. It was all play-drama. She'd undoubtedly suffered through worse pain in silence. Those Seven Pillar bastards were a tough lot. I gave her the prop so she could be womanly for me. Why? She wanted me to see her as a sexy, desirable woman, that's why.

I'd respected her as an enemy, as a sister and now as a warrior ~ an equal. She was ready for the 'sexy' part of the Cáel's magical mystery tour. She grimaced as proof she was 'girlie' and my brow furrowed because I didn't want to cause her pain ... which was true, just not 'furrow' worthy. The next part of my plan had to wait until I'd applied the bandage.

"That should take care of it," I mumbled my assessment.

"Oh," she murmured. "It feels better." I was crowding her personal space. Then I kissed her. "No!" she protested. She wasn't that kind of girl. I looked suitably ashamed though no apology was in the offing. I got up and stormed back to my axes.

Her hands migrated to her swords as I picked them up. I pretended not to notice. Instead, I made a bee-line for the JOC Building.

"Wait," she called out. She was back on her feet. I did stop but didn't turn around. All part of the game plan. She walked over until she was right behind me. "Why did you kiss me?"

At this point she wanted to believe. I turned on her, very angry.

"I've wanted to kiss you since the first time I saw you. It was a mistake for me to get this close to you. In a few hours - most likely - one of us is going to have to kill the other. Wanting you is pointless!" I growled. Bingo. Her 'happy indicators' poked up against her sweat-dampened bra.

"I ... I," she stammered so I kissed her again. This time, she stared at me, a study in indecision. So I dropped my axes and kissed her again. My left hand pressed against the back of her head while my right came to rest on the small of her back. Before she could drop her Jain ...

"Don't," I broke off the kiss. "They are valuable to you. Sheath them." Back to the kissing. I wasn't going to relent in my passions now. Zhen had to fumble through putting her two swords safely away while my tongue explored her tongue, her teeth and tickled her cheeks from the inside. She had zero experience with French kissing.

Zhen's hands moved decisively to my hips, pulling my groin tightly to her stomach. She moaned in response to my obvious need. My right hand stroked her lower back going.

"I will kill you if I must," she uttered passionately between deep breathing exercises. Normally, that would be a turn off ... but I worked with Amazons so it was no big deal.

"I believe you will," I responded ardently. She pulled back her head long enough to look deep into my eyes and read my soul. I was hedging my bets. I knew she'd try to kill me. I also knew I'd shoot her if she did try. My soul wasn't really lying when it confirmed her desire to be treated like a mature, trained threat to my every breath.

"I'll try to make it quick," she blurted out before diving back into my lips. She was taking a few quick tongue tactical lessons from my lips to hers. I was coaxing her along the amorous art of the kiss; I was making this fun for her. A minute later, I took my turn to be stupidly romantic.

"I'll try to make this last as long as possible then," I whispered libidinously. It took her ten second of tonsil hockey to recall what I meant. She mumbled something that turned into one long moan.

"I'll make this good for you too," she worked out between some wicked smooching. I was going to hold her to that - that last part.

By complete accident, I had put out some spare blankets when I'd brought a few out to wrap up the dead (who were all safely inside the JOC out of the Sun's heat). I must have forgotten about them ... otherwise this entire episode would have lacked the feel of spontaneous lechery. Zhen had seen me bring the blankets earlier and hastened us over to them.

The three of us (Zhen, Aya and I) had put tarp out to capture the morning moisture (even though the water stores in the building were more than adequate). We had plenty of room to walk hunched over beneath it. A few casually placed palm leaves, covered with some blankets she hurriedly threw down and she was reclining with this urgent desire to pull me to her.

"You have been with many women," she jolted me with her finally braking maneuver.

"Yes, even a Goddess. I told you that," I bludgeoned her with the truth. She wasn't inquiring into my Man-slut background. Nah, she was seeing how high the bar was for her to be the best fuck I'd ever had.

I'd stumped her. I tossed out some divine sex (which I'd never actually had) to put her off her game and shake up her desire to control our intercourse. I wanted to give her a sense of vulnerability along with a sense this was a competition she could win.

"A Dao, a rapier and a kopis are all swords, Zhen," I reasoned with her. "They are all wonderful blades and there is an art in each one."

"Women are remarkably similar to deadly weapons," I gave her a salacious smile. Zhen's sexy leer returned and she pulled me down to her own version of argot wrestling. While she was preoccupied with that contest, I rolled us onto our sides. She was unsure what to make of that until I slipped a hand down the back of her underwear, working the material down past both cheeks in five seconds flat.

Zhen countered my ploy by attempting the same feat with my underwear and miraculously succeeded on her second attempt.

"Bra," I moaned. She moved her hands around to roll up her top and I took the pause to completely shed my only garment. Zhen, not to be outdone, rapidly removed her sports bra and boy shorts.

Had she any final reservations about the fierce fornication I was about to impart, I buried that in one swift penetration. I only had to push my cock head past her labia to cross that final, ethical frontier. Once she felt my penis at the precipice of her vagina she could accept it was too late to stop things now. I slowed down and she guided me further in.

Her virginity wasn't a matter of debate. She'd shed it years ago as part of her training I suspected. She could be expected to use sex as a tool in her line of work. Zhen was still very tight. She'd had little recent intercourse, doubtfully played with sex toys and had narrow hips, which all combined to make her vaginal passage a snug exploration.

I gave enough vigor to keep her constantly aware of my ardor for her, yet let her control the rate of my progress sinking in for that first penetration. When our pelvic bones touched, she bit her lip over the surprise of the situation. I could throb my dick and I had my 'big fella' vibrating like a pro the moment I felt the entrance to her womb.

I didn't want to press any farther. The sensations I was giving her were totally new and making her emit very lewd groans and moans. Now she was embracing being that kind of girl with a passion and I was stoking the magma chambers to bring forth her volcanic eruption.

Zhen didn't have a hair trigger. She was making me work for it and I didn't mind in the slightest. Had I not been denied sex for THREE WHOLE DAYS, she might have fared better. I was insistent and had no trouble coming first. My semen splashed over her vagina and pumping my seed into her uterus was a totally new sensation for her.

Any worry that I was a quick shooter evaporated with my continuing strenuous efforts to drive her hinny through the blanket until her ass held a permanent marking from the palms beneath it. To further entangle her into my erotic web, I flipped us over so that she was riding me cowgirl. I had one hand on her mid-back and the other began to playfully smack her ass.

Those were light taps ~ more for shock value than any kind of super-kicking pain-play. She liked it. With the hand on her back, I leveraged our bodies so that we met at the thirty degree plane for some serious breast appreciation. I stayed away from the teeth; we could do that later. All my action was in my muscular tongue flicking the nipple at varying speeds while my lips adhesion pulled blood to the surface and verified she wasn't lactating.

To kiss me, she had to rock back on my rod, driving me in deep. When she didn't, I pile-drove up into her wet box with continuous escalation to her vulva's stimulation. In a way, all women are the same. In far many more ways they are different. The look I received from Zhen as she rode out her climax, holding my jaw in her two hands as I gave her the greatest orgasm of her life ...

I had seen it before and yet it was also totally new for me. Me and my moment of Zhen.

[Mandarin] "You are ..." she panted, "... like no man ... I have ever met before."

[Mandarin] "If you are asking me to surrender, I'm seriously considering it," I gently teased her. She was still in the dominant position.

{Topaz}

"Hrrmmm," Mu muttered from the doorway. I had left it to let the breezes remove the stale smell of our living area. Had I closed the door, he couldn't have snuck up on us and ruined our moment. He hated me and was horrifically conflicted by what he saw his sister doing. Zhen started to scramble for her clothes.

[Mandarin] "Mu, I seduced your sister. It is what I do," I stated in the form of an apology for me and an excuse for his sister. Zhen got her shorts on then stopped.

[Mandarin] "No," she asserted. "No," she repeated, louder now. "I had the chance to kill him and didn't. Brother, I don't want to kill him anymore. Is there even a point to it?"

[Mandarin] "He is still our deadly enemy and close confidante of our chief nemesis. He must die eventually," he stated calmly. His resolve weakened slightly. "There is no need for him to do so right now. What has happened, has happened. I came out to remind you that our contact will be in touch soon."

Zhen put on her bra while I worked on my shorts. I winched when I picked up my SMG and axes, exhibiting my wound. After we stepped out from under the tarp, Zhen rebounded and kissed me on the lips quickly. She skipped off into the dim light within. As I started to follow her, Mu put his hand on my chest.

"I have no doubt you have seduced my sister and I will take extra enjoyment when you die at my hand, or at the hand of someone I direct," he glowered. "If you speak of this," he coughed, "she will ..."

"I deserve death many times over and this is just another insult to human compassion that I'll have to live with," I replied. What did I mean by that? I'd let him figure it out. I had a call to make.

That contact? It had started early this morning. I had climbed up on the roof in time for 'Alal' to tell me he didn't know jack about ultra-modern telecommunications but did know something about telemetry hook-ups. (Like me, he didn't need to sleep much so he read stuff like technical manuals.) I had already found somebody out there who seemed cautiously helpful.

Zhen was already bounding up the stairs when I got inside so I had to race to catch up. She was a nibble lithe minx. I didn't get to grapple her before she stopped abruptly just inside the Communications room. Aya was crouched down behind the far side of the chair closest to the critical gear. Her QSW was leveled at Zhen until she saw me.

"Please tell Zhen it isn't anything personal. I don't trust anyone who tries to kill us," Aya said as she stood. Of course, she had heard feet running up and done the Amazon thing; taken shelter and prepared to kill anything coming through the door that wasn't me. She must have discerned my footfalls behind Zhen's.

I tapped Zhen's arm. She looked to me, smiling despite the danger. Aya was a reminder that I ran with a rough and ready female crowd. Being in their metaphysical company was an honor for her.

"Mu," I motioned back down the stairs. A peg-leg Mu would take five minutes of painful progress to climb all the stairs even with the palm frond cane I'd created for him. Off she scampered.

"You know who else would like to be fucked that silly?" Aya bantered playfully.

"Desiree?"

"Yep."

"Daphne?"

"Yep."

"Your Mother?"

"Got it in three!" she teased. "I'll let Mother know she's advancing in the lineup."

"Please don't do that," I begged as I walked over to the console. I place the QCW on the table and my axes next to Aya. I worked the nobs and switches but held off from making contact until the rest of our quartet was there.

[Mandarin] "See," Zhen told her brother, I said he would wait for us before making contact. He said if we ran into a Chinese, or neutral party, he would tell them to come get us. He is a man of Honor."

Mu wasn't buying that for a second. Still, I hadn't really lied to him yet. I was about to.

"Are you a man of honor," he studied Aya, not me, as he spoke.

I extended my left arm to Aya so we could clasp, forearm to forearm.

"Maybe not by your strict terms, Mu, but I will give my Word of Honor to Aya, who you know I love and respect, to not do you any further harm," I suggested.

She studied me and my gesture. It took her a few seconds to work out my intentions. I was setting the groundwork of disinformation between the Seven Pillars and the Amazons. See, Amazons don't have a 'word of honor'. That runs contrary to belief that race / house / team come first and foremost.

To Amazons, a person putting their personal beliefs ahead of that of the Host was acting in a treasonous fashion. An Amazon will give her 'word of honor' to an outsider if asked and she thinks she can get an advantage by doing so. I was letting Mu think that was really the case. Aya sold it well with her solemnity.

Don't get me wrong, that doesn't mean they don't value the concepts of truth and honor. They weren't particularly prone to dishonorable behavior. But only that whatever factors do restrain them does not include some sense of personal obligation to a non-Amazon.

The only people whose opinions matter are their sisters, and no Amazon would ask another Amazon to put their personal welfare over that of their group. That was the sin of Sakuniyas's sister. She held such personal love for Saku that she allowed her sister to kill her, even though she knew it to be the wrong thing to do for her House and the Host. That was something else I had to look into, damn it.

I sat down and went to work. That consisted of calling for help over the airwaves.

"Topaz? Topaz? This is UHAUL. It is 12:00 my time."

"Hello Cáel Nyilas, I have made calls in a manner similar to the ones you requested and I am happy to inform you help is on the way," the sultry female voice responded.

My call sign had been UHAUL to maintain a veil of anonymity, but she had pierced my pale deceptions. I had asked her to call Katrina at Havenstone and Javiera at work because being a poor shipwrecked sailor wasn't reason enough to explain my access to the encrypted satellite system I accessed with my phone card.

I didn't know how I was on such a system, so I couldn't explain it to the tech person on the other end. Wisely, she'd asked me for some people who might validate the legitimacy of my urgent desire for rescue. She was suspicious by nature and my being called ... well, I told her that U-Haul had stolen my name and I was currently in the court systems trying to get it back.

Stunningly to everyone but Aya (who believed that I could do anything, given enough sex appeal), Topaz agreed to help us. Twenty-three frequencies later, none of us could raise anyone else, so we were all forced to wait on Topaz to get back to us via satellite. Fearing the interim, I had asked if she could hook me up with some Direct TV. She informed me she wasn't that kind of system'. They never are.

"So, when can we expect salvation?" I tried to act cool.

"Ask her who she is with," Mu hissed at me.

"You can expect the plane to arrive between 5:40 and 6:00 pm, your time," she answered, "and I'm with the CIA."

"Woot!" I exulted in not being bound for China. That fact that she blissfully handed over her secret identity began to feel somehow odd to me.

"Tell her I demand recognition of my diplomatic status. She must ..." Mu ground out.

"I'm not that kind of system," Topaz countered. All of us clued into the fact that she was answering questions she shouldn't have been able to hear.

"Good system," I remarked.

"Thank you. I have been informed that you will deal in a forthright and confidential manner, Cáel. They also said you were most comfortable working on a first name basis."

"What kind of system is she working for then? She has admitted to being a member of your federal government and I have announced my diplomatic status," Mu growled.

"I am the kind of system that has orders from Unit Xerxes to place a sanction against you and Ms. Duan to be fulfilled by Cáel if necessary, Mr. Duan."

"Whoa now. No one is whacking anyone else for the foreseeable future, Topaz and exactly who has been lying to you about my character?" I asked.

"Both your bosses. I explained the delicacy of your and my situation and they told me it was a constant occurrence with you ... you and women you couldn't talk about," Topaz enlightened me.

"And they still told you to trust me?" I wondered out loud.

"Aya," Topaz explained in one word.

"I take it you know who that is," I nodded (though I didn't think she could appreciate the physical gesture.

"Of course. Aya Ruger was kidnapped with you on Monday ~ roughly 9:13 am in New York City, New York. It was front page news around the globe."