My Only Talent Ch. 47

My Only Talent Ch. 47

The End of the Beginning

Note: The descriptions and accounts in these stories are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events

Elizabeth Ashcroft Knowles was doggedly enduring the freedom of the American road, but hardly enjoying it. She was working on the biggest undercover operation of her career, which had begun in the port of Baltimore, Maryland and now found her in a giant truck lot in Charlotte, North Carolina. She and her compatriots were tracking a set of shipments that originated in Belarus and were scheduled to arrive simultaneously at multiple points east of the Mississippi, where they might cause the most disruption and casualties should they be successfully deployed. She would gladly die to prevent that. But what she was doing right now required using a very recently developed and unusual skill to further her surveillance of one of the loads in question.

It was one she had learned from a young girl she had busted and had taken away, so Elizabeth could impersonate her. In return for no jail time and a new identify with Canadian citizenship, she had taught Elizabeth all the skills required to become a successful lot lizard: a prostitute that scurried from truck to truck like a lizard to give quick blow jobs to sweaty truckers. She had taught Elizabeth how to take a condom in her mouth and apply it to a trucker's stinking cock as her mouth descended on him without him even knowing she was using one. He thought he was getting the real deal, but to Elizabeth it was essentially a hazmat drill.

She developed a reputation among her customers for skill and efficiency. She insisted on being in the front of the cab, never in the sleeper, so she could see out the windshield "to watch for cops". When she wanted to observe the scene out the windshield longer, she could extend the truckers pleasure almost indefinitely. When she needed to move on to another truck for a better point of view, she could bring the trucker off in seconds, and he would be extremely glad she did. The guys who grabbed her head and tried to force her down on them only tried it once. She tried to stop short of breaking one of their ribs, but it was entirely their risk. If they had only known how many different ways she knew to kill them silently, they probably would have foregone the blowjob entirely.

It required someone with Elizabeth's rare skill set to conduct surveillance unseen, recognize and confirm the targets, silently sedate and restrain the driver, and move the load out to a rally point unnoticed. It had only taken her a day to learn to maneuver the huge semi-trucks properly. She enjoyed driving the big rigs, but after this operation, she hoped never to have reason to smell diesel fuel or taste a latex condom again. She had built an interesting mental database of a wide variety of male organs and their responses to certain oral stimuli and heard lots of new country music. She was more determined than ever to carry out her mission. She always was.

.......

Robbie seldom got phone calls from Kevin Kretzman. When he did, he paid attention.

"Hey, Robbie. Something I didn't mention to you at the going away party at UDP. By the time I realized which Chrissy he was talking about, she was there and listening, but I got a call from Big Bones Jones about her. She didn't give him her number, and he called me to get it. Back then, I told him I didn't know her. But it sounds like he has the hots for her, you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, he does. It's up to her now. In fact, send me Big Bones number, and I'll give him Chrissy's."

"Wow. You really are getting married, huh?"

"Yeah but even if I wasn't, it's up to her, man. It's always up to them. You should know that with Lou Baby, eh?"

"Boy that's the truth, but she's perfect for me. Is Chrissy really that hot?"

"She's a wonderful young lady, and I'm proud to call her my friend."

"Okay I get it."

"She's also a fan of your latest film, Kevie."

"All discerning young ladies are, and don't call me Kevie!"

.......

Khalan King started his first semester at ESU in the spring, instead of the fall. He was a gifted defensive back but only went to a small high school in South Texas, so he was not highly recruited by the Power 5 football schools. But his high school coach had a connection to an ESU GA, and he was on their radar. When he got the offer he did not hesitate, he committed and entered school early to benefit from an "extra" spring practice season before his "official' freshman year. He was very bright and had fine high school grades and did not have to worry about academics. His dad, who was too much of a partying "player" before he dropped out of Texas State, was worried about Austin party hearty life sidetracking Khalan, who had real NFL potential. He gave his son some clear advice. "No bullshit sports marking major, get a real degree! Work on school and workouts only Monday to Friday. No dope, no drinking, no matter what. Do not bang the sluts that hang around the athletes. Only ask out nice girls from your classes, tell them the truth about everything and let them make the first move. Trust me, some will, and you can be incredibly happy and stay out of trouble that way!"

All of the guys he knew from 7 on 7 teams bragged about the hot groupie pussy that they got on recruiting visits, a different slut each night, and how much they were going to chase more pussy in the fall, but Khalan took his dad's advice to heart. He didn't meet a real prospect for a while, and then met one by accident coming out of a lecture hall when someone grazed her with a bike on the sidewalk. When he helped her up, he was smitten! She smiled back. She might be out of his league, but he decided to go for it and asked her out.

She smiled even more warmly and attractively. "Where is out?"

He was at a loss, so he told the truth "I just want to get to know you, we can do anything!"

She turned out to be junior, three years older than him, but she seemed to like his honesty. Close up, she looked even better. There was a sparkle in her eye that hypnotized him.

"Give me your number," she said, "I'll text you and we can set up a time to meet for lunch."

He would have said yes to meeting her on the moon.

.......

Suzanne arrived at the rehab hospital to find Mike's room empty! There was a flowing note, written she assumed, in that bitch Carmencita's perfect and flowing cursive, saying Mike was making great progress and they were now working in a therapy room on the third floor. Take the elevator to 3, turn right, and follow the orange dots on the floor until you see Therapy 3. Suzanne followed the directions with trepidation, fearing another trick. She passed a surgery ward and some administrative offices, and then suddenly came upon the nursery! Big glass windows with babies on display like presents in a store window, with doting relatives billing and cooing to them. She had stop and regain her balance. That bitch!

She forced herself to follow the orange dots on to Therapy 3, to see Mike standing shakily between two big stainless steel rails and trying to take a step. Mike was facing away from her, and Carmencita had one hand on his shoulder and the other around his waist protectively as he made a Herculean effort to move one leg up and forward. Suddenly it moved! He shifted his weight! Suzanne saw his first step and she was exhilarated. Then Carmencita praised him and squeezed his right buttock!

"Mike! That's great!" Mike turned to Carmencita and beamed at her. Suzanne's blood ran cold. Carmencita cut her eyes over to Suzanne, smiled, and then brazenly gave Mike's butt another squeeze.

"Hi, Suzanne! Did you see it?" She paused a beat, "Mike is making such progress!"

Suzanne forced a fake smile, for Mike's benefit. Inside she was full of rage. What should have been a joyous moment was now an awful memory! I saw it all right you bitch!

Carmencita saw her gambit hit home and saw the anguish in Suzanne's face. She almost felt sorry for her. Almost, but not quite. Carmencita had begun applying the sexually charged techniques that she had studied to help Alexander to Mike's rehab, and they accelerated his progress dramatically. He was not only making maximum effort, but subconsciously he was developing great erotic expectations about what would happen when he could walk on his own again. She was also using Mike's muscle confusion and discomfort, paired with gentle massage and praise, to interrogate him just as effectively as she had Alexander. After all, knowledge is power. She was going to use that power to teach Suzanne a life lesson. She had some creative ideas about how to get some more knowledge, too!

.......

Khalan King got the text two days later, asking him to lunch at the café in the Union on Thursday. He texted back "yes" with his fingers fumbling with excitement. His dad would consider her genuinely nice, and she was also mega hot.

When he arrived at the Union, he saw her sitting in a booth, waved, and sat down with her. "Hi!"

"Hi! Someone else is meeting us too in just a minute."

What was this? Her roommate or something? Was she scared to be alone with him?

A gawky looking white guy waved at her and looked surprised to see Khalan already sitting there. He sat down anyway. He looked young too, one of those skinny guys with long arms and legs and big elbows who still have some growing to do.

"Khalan, this is my friend Roger. Roger, this is my friend Khalan."

The shook hands perfunctorily, with suspicious glances at each other. They looked at her curiously.

"I wanted to be very honest with each of you and put all my cards on the table, so to speak. You both have asked me out and I really like both of you, and I want to go out with both of you."

Roger looked confused then worried. "So, like one of us on Friday nights and one on Saturday nights, and then after a while, you pick a winner? How would that work?"

She smiled calmly at both in turn. It was kind of hot. What was going on here?

"I was thinking Saturday nights, with both of you, if it could work." She bit her lip, it was disturbing, but hot.

Roger still looked confused, but understanding was dawning on Khalan. He knew Austin was a lot wilder than Goliad, but wow!

Then Roger said, "Oh! I'm not sure I could...."

Khalan King had been a fierce competitor all his young life. "Well, if you can't compete, man...."

Roger bristled. "Anything you can do..."

Chrissy interrupted. "Let's save some of that energy for later. We will have to see how it goes for the first few dates but let us just say this is not a winner take all competition. It is a game all three of us can win. Okay?" The smile she gave them could have melted butter.

Khalan always knew his dad was a wise man, and some of the stuff he had heard about the girls in Austin was apparently true. What starts here changes the world!

.......

The NeuroSignal guys were on the project track and doing their best to please Nora and her gaggle of hot girls like eager puppies. They already had the basic signal chain up and running, and a 'control' chain similar in every way except for the 'special' patented circuits. In the stuff Rock gave me, I found a list of prospective customers, and began to make contacts to ask them the key question: what would the measurable improvement have to be to convince you the technology worked? I asked the NI guy and he sent me some articles on symbol tables, sampling, bit error rates, and the Claude Shannon kind of stuff I just had in engineering statistics. Gee, maybe this internship really did tie into my coursework!

I got all the stuff from the HR guy at Future Unicorn Commercial Knowledge Enterprise Management Associates and was surprised to learn that I got some decent money each month and had a budget for travel and incidental expenses, along with an additional contract and a more stringent non-disclosure agreement. I put together my first status update for the VC that had been here, and requested permission to set up an advisory board, sending the resume of the Oiler's NI guy as my initial choice.

............

Ambassador Pliskin had another stressful day. He worked closely with Alexander Walton and realized he might not have made it through the day without him. There were several explosive balls in the air, security wise, and he had to hand off two of them to Alexander. He did exactly the right things and summarized what he did in tight one-page memos, instead of presenting alternatives and asking for permission. The two things he handed off were finished and off Pliskin's list. Marvelous!

By the time he got home, he was feeling much better about his day. He enjoyed supper, and was relaxing, when Lettye spoke to him in rapid French, something she only did when she needed to tell him something without his wife hearing it. Lettye said she was worried about Suzanne and mentioned her dropping the brunch plate during Face the Nation. Of course, Lettye was no ordinary domestic. She handed him a USB drive with the video segment in question so he could see for himself, along with a notation of the timestamp when Suzanne reacted so strongly.

He went to his study and viewed the clip. He recognized Robbie Roberts, and inferred the pregnancy was connected to him. His daughter Suzanne apparently was not over Robbie yet. He emailed the clip to the press office, asking for more info on the other two girls, and the event in general. He would also speak with Alexander in the office tomorrow.

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Living with Nora Upman full time was a revelation for me. She generated a sexual field that just made me feel good. I realized it wasn't just her. Being around Nora and the womb rat together was like bathing in quantum sunshine, or something. They resonated, harmonized, and performed some kind of action at distance magic that gave me incredible peace of mind. Even without that, she was so classy and smart that it just felt good to be near her.

It was like the womb rat somehow completed a closed circuit that fed back and amplified all our emotions. When we made love, it was clear that was what it was, and Nora's orgasm pounded through me, triggering me too. They were some of the most incredible orgasms I had ever experienced. I didn't need Asa Weltschmerz. M.D., Ph.D. to tell me that was nature's way of using My Only Talent to bind me strongly to the mother of my child. I was extremely interested in what would happen when the womb rat was born. Would I still be able to hear the child so well when he was out on his own? Would my connection to Nora continue to be strong after the birth? Would I be able to hear the Suzie signals from all the other women as I had before the pregnancy? Would the womb rat continued to signal such that Nora could hear?

I realized we needed to finally pick a name for the boy. I took it up with Nora.

"I can't get behind Junior or Eggbert for a name. How about Warren Randolph Roberts? That somehow just popped into my head!"

Nora looked at me and tilted her head to the side. "I don't know why, but I like that a lot! W.R. Roberts! Okay!"

I could still think of Warren Randolph as the Womb Rat. I felt a smile coming from somewhere.

............

The press people responded quickly to Ambassador Pliskin's request with IDs on the people in the Face the Nation video segment, with one-pagers on each, and quite a dossier on Jay and Millie Kincaid, who were both already identified as significant future political players. He saw that Robbie Roberts was the connection between them all, and the Upman girl's father was a major player too. This Roberts kid really gets around. He is not exactly crying in his beer about losing Suzanne, is he? The one pager says he does not drink anyway. The Ambassador keyed in a request for some spider bots and metadata pattern lifts.

Instant ping back. Past logged direct connections to that Tattler woman, the new Chunnel guy, the fucking Walpole Society in London and none other than his now ancient friend retired Admiral Oliver Hastings Harrison. He would have to call the old sub driving spook and have a serious talk about one Robbie Roberts.

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For their first date, Chrissy invited Roger and Khalan to a mixer at her sorority house. She wasn't officially 'with' either one of them; they were just two guys at the mixer that she danced with. She also asked them to dance with her friend Joyce some too, and they did. Joyce was an inch taller than Khalan and Roger, but she was a hot junior too. When the mixer wound down, Chrissy walked out with them.

"I'm going to give you both a little hug and a kiss on the cheek, and that will be it for tonight, okay?" They assented, but when she hugged Khalan, she pinched his butt a little with her fingernails. He didn't think anyone else saw it, and it set him on fire. He couldn't see whether she did that to Roger or not.

For their second date, they went to the Broken Spoke in Chrissy's old Subaru and danced hard. There were lots of people to dance with, but they each danced with Chrissy a lot. The slow dances were incredible. On the way home, she parked near Town Lake. She smiled at them and said, "Did either of you play baseball?"

They both had, but they didn't see why that was important. Soon they did. "Let's all get in the back seat for a few minutes. There are some ground rules. First, all our clothes stay on. Second date, second base only. Do you understand?"

They nodded eagerly. They had a little trouble deciding how to avoid collisions of their chins and hands, but they gradually worked it out. One would kiss her deeply while the other touched her breasts, then they would switch. She also liked it when they each kissed her neck on one side and fondled one breast each. The car began to smell different, but nice. She finally called a halt. "You guys are wonderful young men, and I am proud to call you my friends. Remember, anticipation is half the fun!" Khalan was hard all the way home. Roger was too.

The next week, Khalan had to admit that Roger had some game. His cousin from Houston had a second home at Lakeway that he only used about one weekend a month, and Roger had the keys and alarm code. He proposed that they all go out there for their "third date" and Chrissy agreed. Driving out, both guys wondered what the rules would be. Hey, anticipation was half the fun!

............

Oliver Hastings Harrison hadn't heard from Ambassador Pliskin in ten years, but that old spook never called without a good reason. OHH needed to update him on some things too, but not on the phone. "Nice to hear from you Ambassador! I am going to travel to South Carolina soon and perhaps we could talk there?"

Pliskin got it. SC, or Secure Compartmentalized, as in SCIF. He set it up. Noon tomorrow GMT. Perhaps Alexander Walton should listen in, too, and be introduced to OHH.

............

The VC guy was pleased with my report and especially pleased with the NI guy for an advisory board. He suggested two people from other portfolio companies of theirs that could be advisors and/or help with market validation. He even said there was "room in the cap table" for some advisory board options.

He wanted to set up a meeting at the end of June to review everything and meet the postdocs. I wondered which Broadway show he would take his wife to then. I let Nora and Lara know the dates, hoping we could host the whole group. Nora was delighted at the idea. She wanted to serve dinner and had some new recipes in mind.

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Alexander was blown away by what he heard in the SCIF. This Oliver Hastings Harrison guy was apparently keyed in with every intelligence operation for the last 30 years that had anything to do with water: drilling, mining, shipping, navies, ASW, UAVs, SAS boat squads, the new satellite constellations, and old and new undersea cable tech. He could tell that OHH and the ambassador had been under fire together and were very much in tune. But what the hell did Robbie Roberts have to do with anything besides Suzanne Pliskin? That connection was a little too close to home for Alexander's comfort. But it couldn't be just a coincidence, could it?