Proclivities XIII: The Oracle

"When you put it that way...still, that's more than I'd make in what, like six years? It's hard to wrap my brain around it."

"Trust me, I understand. I never expected to do so well at OTP either. The whole thing could have gone nowhere. Chuck had faith in me...and now you. What can I say? He's got an eye for talent. He's the one who hired you, not me."

Our food arrived. Szechuan beef and kung pow chicken. As we helped ourselves, I was grateful for the time to digest what he'd just said.

"Mmm. Great chicken. It's unlike any that I've ever had," I commented, but my mind returned to distilling Chuck, George, and OTP.

"Not the usual gloppy preparation, but the game changer is the Szechuan peppercorns."

"You're the foodie, so I'll take your word for it. I'll just go with delicious," I replied absently. "Going back to what you said...and this may sound crazy...is it possible that Chuck hired me to match with you professionally?"

That brought George's fork to a halt midair, his carefully constructed mix of rice and beef falling back to his plate.

"Now that's some nonlinear thinking." George smiled.

"So you think I'm nuts."

"Hardly. I'm just mulling it over. I'm not sure what he did in his government career, I believe it was some kind of military intelligence. Now you throw in what he said about Jack Thompson..."

"Sure. Not abiding traitors...maybe that bit about them rooting out moles was less of a ruse than they pretended. Ergo, they were in the CIA together."

"Their stock and trade would have been reading people. Spotting strengths and weaknesses. Predicting behaviors."

"Holy crap!" I blurted.

"Should we feel manipulated?"

"Maybe we should slow down and take a breath. That's a lot of extrapolating. It's really pretty thin."

"Yeah, thin. That's what Mel Gibson and Danny Glover said...then the house blew up."

"Lethal Weapon, right? I'm surprised you've seen it, being it's in color."

"Linear thinking now?" George chided and we both savored the comic relief. "At least I'm certain that Chuck and Jack aren't smuggling heroin."

"Me too, but you ready for more extrapolation?" My mind churning.

"What the hell, why not?"

"First, how is it that Chuck knows Mutt and Jeff? They don't strike me as your garden variety treasury agents."

"Just the opposite."

"Okay, then." I just let my thoughts flow. "Assuming that Chuck really did hire me to compliment you and that he and Jack are ex-CIA. Could it be we're being recruited or vetted or groomed - whatever term they're using these days, take your pick - for something more...exotic, for lack of a better term. You know, let's throw these two together and see what happens. What if the whole cyber theft was a test? What if Chuck always meant to loop me into OTP's second business and that the Rizzo affair just provided the opportunity."

"Wow! But on the other hand, you, or rather we, might just have hyperactive imaginations. There's a lot of ifs and coincidences in there."

"Isn't the spy mantra there's no such thing as coincidence?"

"That it is," George confirmed, then looked down at the table. Only some rice remained. "Where'd the food go? I know we were eating as we talked, but..."

"Yeah, I know. The wildest dinner conversation ever. We really make some team."

The waited appeared. "How was everything?"

"Delicious," we replied in unison, summoning our conspiratorial laughter, even the waiter joined in.

"Dessert?"

I shook my head and George said, "No, thanks. Just the check please."

"Okay," the waiter replied, collected the plates and departed.

"So," I asked, "Are we going to do anything about our conspiracy theory?"

"Good question. I think we should sleep on it."

"Maybe you, but I doubt I'd get any."

The waiter returned with the check in one of those black pleather folders, two fortune cookies wrapped in cellophane perched atop it. "Thank you. Whenever you're ready. No rush."

"Don't go," said George as he examined the bill, pulled some bills from his pocket and handed a few to the waiter. "Keep the change. Thanks."

"Thank you, sir," the waiter replied with a broad grin and left.

"Okay then," George began. "If we go to Chuck with this, one of three things could happen. First, he'll have a good laugh. Second, he'll recommend couples therapy..."

"The third being, we're right," I injected excitedly.

"Exactly. But consider the implications. I can't forget what Chuck said about Jack and the reason he hates traitors."

"Oh," I said dejectedly. "I'd forgotten about."

"Sorry to burst your balloon with my linear thinking. We don't know if anyone died, but I think we can agree it didn't end well. I can't stand the thought of losing you."

"Nor I you."

"So what I'm saying is that if we tell Chuck and we're right and if we agree to get more involved, we'll insist on nothing that could risk bodily harm."

"Perfect. Let's do it."

"Sure, but only after we discuss it again in the morning. The light of day might bring a different perspective."

"Sounds like a plan."

"Fortune cookie?" he asked offering one to me.

"Maybe this will give us a clue," I added it as I popped the wrapper, cracked the cookie and pulled out the paper. "Wish on a star, but give your future a nudge...Hmm, according to this, we'll have to tell Chuck. What's yours say?"

George liberated his. "Knowledge is its own reward."

"Well, that seals the deal."

"Hardly."

"Oh? Then what does it mean?"

"Obviously, I must consult your oracle. You know, from your lips to mine."

"Now you getting like Judy. It always comes back to sex."

"You're the one who wants to be the hot babe tracking down criminals."

"I did say that, didn't I?" I confessed without regret.

"A hot babe with a freshly waxed pussy," he added with a good-natured leer.

"Let's go for a drive," I suggested, matching his lechery.

The sun was setting and the day's heat dissipating. As George drove west, away from the summer shore traffic, he opened the sunroof and the draft pleasantly circled about us. Crossing the parkway, the landscape turned rural with the last of the sunset before us, pink-orange cumulus clouds glowing on the horizon.

"Lovely evening," I observed as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, inwardly cursing the hinderance from the seatbelt.

"Couldn't agree more," he replied, hardly ignorant of my intentions.

Once the semi-darkness of the night arrived, I parted the panels of my top, my nipples tantalizingly tightened against the cool air circulating around us, my breasts glowing in the dashboard light.

Reclining my seat a bit, my hands caressed my breasts, squeezing tightly to accentuate the firmness of my nipples.

"Mmm, the perfect car accessories," he remarked, bringing a grin to both of us, as the car meandered through the countryside, slowly circling back towards home,

I moaned softly, pulling on my nipples. The tension stretching to my pussy, I raised my hips and flipped up my skirt. The beckoning proved irresistible, knees parting, hands sliding up my thighs.

"So nice to be smooth again," I sighed as my fingers lightly stroked my lips that parted slightly at the touch.

"Such a naughty girl," he whispered.

"Would you want me any other way?"

"Never."

My left hand aggressively wandered about my tits, mashing them, and flicking my hard nipples. While my right middle finger oscillated between my wet, silky lips, squishy sounds still audible above the swirling air.

"I believe the oracle is speaking to me," he said mischievously.

Placing my hands on either side of my cunt, I opened and closed my lips. In a synchronized, ghostly whisper from a tomb, I said, "Lick me...eat me...suck me."

"We must make haste to the temple and follow the oracle's bidding," he stated in mock gravity as the car accelerated.

"And worship the oracle upon the altar."

"Offering the appropriate sacrifice."

"Surrendering the essence of life."

Now, this may seem contradictory, but the absurd comedy fed my libido, rekindling my realization of what Georg had taught me. Live life to the fullest. Love, lust and humor are a potent concoction, much like the rapture my exhibitionism and wandering hands delivered, bringing me to new heights as the roads now became familiar. Closer to home and the rites that awaited.

"Behold," George declared dramatically as he pulled into our driveway, "Our destination approaches. Have the sacraments been prepared?"

"They await your arrival at the altar of the Oracle."

"I pray I prove worthy," he continued after parking the car.

"There is none more deserving of its prophecy."

"You are too kind," he said upon unlocking the door at the patio and holding it open for me, "Now, go to the chamber and set the altar. The ceremony must commence promptly."

"As it is ordained."

My heels echoed in the silence that followed, as I purposely made my way across the floor and up the stairs, giddily recalling the time I surmounted these same stairs the night I met George, nude and walking seductively with him in my wake. I wasted no time shedding my blouse and skirt in a trail from the doorway to the bed. The heels remained; the only vestments required. My pussy eagerly anticipated the liturgy.

I briefly considered 'prepare.' Keep it simple. Throw back the covers...lie on the bed...on my back...knees bent...pumps firmly planted. Everything focused on the door.

Soft foot falls approached on the stairs. George's dynamic nude figure halted at the threshold. Powerful - his oh so alluring big cock hanging heavily.

"I have come for your wisdom" he said with as much sincerity he could must muster. There was no masking his elation.

"Kneel and acknowledge the power of the Oracle."

"It is my honor," he said lustily, lowering to his knees on the floor between my heels. "Grant me your essence."

His attacked my cunt, sucking deeply and stretching the swollen lips.

"Oh, god, yes" I cried, my hands clasping the back of his head, holding him tight as my hips pushed upwards, the pleasure coursing up my spine. "Fuck, yeah! Eat me."

He unrelentingly cycled my lips in his mouth, slid higher and worked the same magic on my clit as our mingled fluids trickled down to my ass.

I uttered a ragged "Oh.," my pelvis grinding into his face, reflecting the pressure rising within me, further inflamed when his hands slid up the backs of my thighs. A thumb circled my rosebud, seeking admission.

"Ah!" I gasped as he succeeded, casting me over the brink. "Oh, goddamn it, yes!"

Wracked with pleasure, my hips twitched irregularly, the cacophony of my gasps punctuating each spasm.

Once my gyrations ceased, he stood, a devilish grin gracing his face, glossy from nose to chin, his cock menacingly hard. I wanted it. Badly.

"I feel much wiser now," he remarked.

"As it was ordained. I see you brought a suitable offering"

"Does the Oracle accept her servant's tribute?"

"Yes. Your labors shall be rewarded"

George grasped my hips and yanked them to the edge of the bed, his cock skipping across my cunt. Taking it in hand, he slapped the head against my slick lips.

"It is unwise to tease the Oracle," I admonished.

"As you command," he said softly, contrary to his entry - swift and deep - making me shriek in delight when his pelvis impacted mine.

"Deliver the offering."

"As it must always be," he thundered, pinning my thighs against my chest. My pumps dangled briefly from my toes before tumbling to the bed.

As if possessed, he pounded my cunt with rapid, deep strokes and I released a hearty grunt each time his pelvis collided with my clit, my hands seizing the sheet at the divine impalement.

"Oh god, yes. Give me that big hard cock!" I cried; our charade thrust aside.

"Take it, bitch!" he bellowed, the hammering of his cock relentless.

"Fuck me...fuck my hot, wet cunt."

"Your...hot...smooth...naughty...cunt." Each word matching every stroke.

"Oh...fuck!" I shouted in release. "Give...me...your...cum"

He groaned deeply, holding his cock buried within me...twitching...each throb spilling more jizz.

George released my legs. Propped on his elbows, his chest pinned to mine, panting raggedly, feeling the heavy thumping of each other's hearts, sweat puddling across my abdomen.

After a wordless minute, he ran the fingers of one hand through his hair, sighing, "Wow."

"Yeah" I agreed, "That was...divine."

"Mmm, we do make a good team."