Spark the Runner Ch. 02

"Would you care to get comfortable on the other couch, sir? Perhaps with fewer clothes on?" she asked in a soft, sultry voice. Lou was out from behind the desk and standing in front of the couch, trying to undo his shirt, before she finished the sentence.

Tonya slithered her way over to him with a lot of slink in her slither, all of which had Lou's eyes fastened on her. When she reached him, she knelt down and made short work of his tunic and then his breeches, unleashing the monster he usually kept hidden. In Tonya's estimation, being a horse-shifter would have been advantageous. She was going to blow the man's mind, in any case.

His massive erection, freed from its confining fabric, bobbed about in front of him, literally at eyeball level. Tonya reached forward and gripped him around its base, simultaneously cupping his swollen balls.

Jesus, girl... Spark thought, half to himself, half to Tonya. How are gonna even fit that thing! Ouch!...

It is not what I can do, she thought back. It is what he believes I have done. And besides... I have not had this kind of... adjustment challenge... in quite a while.

Spark just looked on in amazement as Tonya brought her prodigious skills to bear. Starting with her hands and mouth.

Continuing to hold him by the base of his cock and holding his balls, she began long, languorous licks from his base to his head. Whatever meta she was putting in it, his eyes crossed.

"Perhaps you should sit down and lie back, sir," Tonya suggested softly, not letting go. Lou sank to the couch and laid back. Now let us see if I can impress him, she thought to Spark. She moved sideways to Lou on the couch, so that he had an excellent view of her profile. Standing above him and bent at the waist, she started her sword-swallowing act. Or at least, that's what it looked like to Spark.

Slowly, steadily, inexorably, she fed his cock into her mouth. The man watched with pure lust as his phallus made her throat bulge out. His expression changed to amazement as she kept going... all the way down to where she could extend her tongue and lick his ballsack.

"Holy Mother of God..." Spark murmured as he watched the impossible. That man's dick had to be in Tonya's stomach, unless she was bending the laws of physics.

That is... impressive... he heard Okami's voice in his head.

No shit, he answered. I had no idea she could do that.

Then perhaps I should lend her some assistance, Okami offered, then didn't wait. She walked over to the couch and crouched down in front of the now closed-eyed, moaning, rocking Lou.

Would you please lift his balls? she thought to Tonya, who obliged. Then Okami stuck her long, strong tongue up Lou's ass. He tried to launch as he cried out and came.

Trapped between the two women, he wasn't going anywhere. But was certainly emptying his load into Tonya, who kept bobbing up and down his shaft, then increasing the length of her stroke and her rhythm. Okami stayed right where she was, too. Lou was being forced into a second orgasm only moments after his first one, and it had to be both painful and pleasurable at the same time.

With a cry of "OH FUCK!!!" and some major body spasms, he went over again, twitching and jerking as Tonya and Okami worked him over.

Again? Spark heard Okami ask Tonya.

They say three is the magic number, Tonya answered, and the two redoubled their efforts. Lewd Lou didn't last long.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!" he yelled as he flailed about, looking for something to grab on to and settling for digging his hands into the couch cushions. Moans and grunts and groans continued as Tonya sucked him dry. When he finally shut up, Spark realized it was because he had passed out.

Slowly, so as not to hurt him or herself, Tonya withdrew his now shrinking cock from her innards. Okami did the same with her tongue from his ass. Spark just stood there, watching in amazement.

"I believe we have sufficiently 'blown his mind'," Tonya commented as she walked back over to put on the trench coat.

"Among other things," Spark chuckled. "If you don't mind a technical question... how the hell did you do that?"

"An extra-dimensional space," she told him, then waited for him to recover from his stunned look before she added, "I am teasing you. It is redirection. I can modify the size and position of my internal organs as needed. I simply moved things around a little so that I could take all of him. Without burning him with stomach acid."

"You just keep amazing me," Spark told her in appreciation.

"It certainly helped that Okami was giving him a prostate massage with her tongue," Tonya smiled. "Now what do we do, husband?"

"We scope out his office for some refreshments until he recovers. Then we proposition him."

Spark rummaged around the office mini-kitchen and found sufficient snacks and non-alcoholic beverages to tide them over. Then the three sat on the couch not occupied by the comatose manager, with Tonya on one side and Okami on the other, and waited.

Eventually, the naked little man with the big dick stirred. And sat up, looking very confused. Then he actually looked embarrassed when he saw Spark, Tonya and Okami sitting quietly on the other couch, watching him. He looked around and saw his breeches and tunic and scrambled to put them on. Then he sat back down, facing the three. He was trying to get his game face back on.

"So this is what you call ultimate pleasure..." He still had the growl to his voice, but it wasn't as harsh as before.

"Part of it," Spark nodded. "That, obviously, was only oral. I'm going to be blunt and you are going to drop the games. We want to meet the Cresco you're employing, and we want to do it in a private setting so that we can share our abilities with them. What's in it for you is, as part of making them happy, we convince them to expand their presence in the sex trades, through you, so your profits go up."

The little man chuckled. "Boy, have you got it wrong!" He laughed some more before calming down enough to tell them, "But they're gonna want to meet you anyway. It'd be better early. How about you come back around oh-five-hundred?" He walked to his desk and pulled something out of a drawer.

"Here," he handed Spark a flat metal disk with an embedded hologram. "Show this to whoever's on the door and tell 'em you want to talk to me. I'll tell you, though..." and he chuckled again. "You better get some serious rest. You're gonna need it."

Spark realized the conversation was over and that they'd gotten the promise of an introduction, which is what they wanted. The three rose and followed the man out, back down the stairs and out into the club. Spark simply nodded to him as they left, the two women flanking him again and slightly behind. They stopped to retrieve Spark's pistol and then, at an unhurried pace and ignoring the other denizens, they walked out of Six and back to their apartment.

* * * * *

"What did we get wrong?" Spark asked as he peeled of his coat and tossed in on the couch.

"My guess is, he is not managing the Cresco, but rather they are managing him," Tonya shrugged as she, too, took off her coat -- and severely distracted Spark.

"Lewd Lou doesn't smell like an Alpha," Okami put in. "I think she may be right."

"So how do we find out?" Spark mused. "I don't like being set up. I'd like to know who's operating the trap before I walk into it."

"We could try another run through the Cresco embassy," Tonya suggested. "They may have records concerning the different pockets of their people."

"It's worth a shot," Spark agreed. "Presuming we want at least five hours sleep, we've got until about twenty-three hundred. Let's give ourselves a three hour run, max. Do either of you have to rest after our most recent engagement? Before we Run..."

"I'm fine," Okami told him.

"I am fine, also," added Tonya.

"Then let's do it," Spark sighed. At least they were back to familiar ground again.

* * * * *

"We are in trouble." Spark and Tonya were unhooking from Okami, where they'd piggybacked her meta connection to the Dataplex. "We've got two Cresco factions and a whole lot of intrigue."

"And we will need to win both over if we are to wrest control of Mars from the Blood Alliance," Tonya added. "We must convince them to accord me the status of Goddess. Let us get something to eat and then sleep."

The dive through the Cresco embassy had yielded quite a bit more than they were expecting. There was a running conflict between one group of Cresco -- the Overt ones -- who wanted to establish and maintain normal relations with the citizens of Mars, including trade for materials rare on Recensere, their home planet. There was a second and much more insidious group -- the Covert ones -- who wanted to simply take over Mars and establish it as a Cresco colony.

So far, the Overts were maintaining control, although all the hub compounds had their share of the Coverts as well. Then there were the Sub-V's -- the subversives, a small number of Cresco from the Coverts who had escaped the confines of the government isolated compounds and infiltrated the population at large. And where they interacted with the rest of the people, they were definitely running things.

The Coverts had been smart enough to limit their actions to the seedier side of humanity's desires, trading in exotic drugs, rare alcoholic beverages and of course, sex. They worked through front men like Lewd Lou, keeping to the shadows and avoiding the Governor's Boys.

They were the ones Spark, Tonya and Okami were slated to meet that night. If the information they had retrieved was good, there were two male and one female Cresco running the Stargazer.

"The ones at the Stargazer are only the first hurdle, Jamie," Tonya told him as the three of them stretched out in the bed. Although the utilitarian apartment beds were a bit cramped for three, they had discovered they liked melding together to rest. Sex was more for the wide open spaces, or as wide open as a hovel got in the Hive.

"Agreed," Spark answered as he thought about it. "But getting them obsessed with you is a good foot in the door. We'll have to go after their handlers, and then theirs, and on up the chain. We also have to get a foot in the Overts door, but maybe word of mouth will help there."

"Eventually, Jamie, I will have to seduce their King and Queen," Tonya pointed out. "And they are currently not on Mars."

"We can't worry about that now, wife," Spark smiled, snuggling into her. "Maybe you'll wrangle an invite to Court or something, after you've got a rep."

"I really love it when you do that, you know," Tonya told him as she wriggled her butt back into him.

"What, this?" he teased as he ground his burgeoning erection into her perfect derrière.

"Well, that, too," she sighed as she heard Okami snicker. "But I meant you calling me wife."

Spark just smiled and let the awesome feeling of snuggling between Tonya and Okami carry him off to unconsciousness.

* * * * *

Even in the early morning, by Mars standards, Spoke Six hummed. Though there were fewer patrons of the establishments and many more sodden souls sleeping it off in the streets, business still went on as usual. The hustlers and beggars still plied their trades, the shopkeepers still hawked their wares, the saloons still sold booze, drugs and sex to those willing to pay. The commodity Depravity knew no clock.

Spark, Tonya and Okami picked their way through the bodies and garbage, some indistinguishable from the other, in pretty much the triangle they had used before. Spark hadn't bothered with a sidearm this time. With Tonya and Okami along, there was no need.

There was a different Gorman on the door at the Stargazer when they reached it, but Spark presented him with the token and his request to see Lou. The bouncer got on some kind of intercom and a few minutes later, a three-titted bargirl came up to them.

Mutation or surgical? Spark mused as he admired the well-formed breasts. The girl noticed his expression.

"Mute, asshole," she told him. "Follow me." She led them through the same door Lou had used to take them to his office, except this time instead of going up the stairs, they went down.

Down a couple of flights until they reached a landing with a huge steel door. There was an innocuous single lamp shining feeble light in the alcove and an incongruent doorbell button. The girl pressed the button. Moments later, a peephole hatch opened in the door.

"Visitors for the Boss," the girl announced. The peephole shut and there was the sound of the door undogging.

"In case I'm interested later," Spark turned to her, "what's your name?"

"What makes you think I'm interested in you, dickwad?" she answered derisively.

Tonya? Spark thought. The girls eyes flew wide, her hands shot to her crotch and she collapsed to the floor, cumming her brains out. Spark knelt down next to her as the door opened.

"Because I can make things happen," he told her softly.

"Trin..." the girl sputtered, trying to catch her breath, "Trin... Trinity... oh, fuuuuuck!!!"

Spark stood up and turned to face the Gorman that had opened the door from the other side.

"Patrator, Venus and Lupa to see Lou, if you would, good sir."

The Gorman looked at the three of them, then at the girl writhing on the floor.

"Whazza matta wid her?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing, really," Spark told him brightly. "She's just cumming her brains out. She should be right as rain in about ten minutes or so."

"Whaz rain?" the Gorman asked. Lovely, Spark thought. All brawn, no brain.

"Water that falls from the skies of Earth, to help the plants grow," he explained slowly and distinctly to the brute in front of him. "It is a good thing. May we see the Boss?"

The Gorman took another look at Trinity, then the three of them, then nodded, beckoning them in with his head. They stepped forward into a gloomy room barely lit with low-wattage glowsticks scattered around. They heard the door clang shut behind them and the dogs spin home.

"Dis way," the brute told them and headed off down a similarly dimly lit passage. They passed several doors, some of which had sounds of ecstasy coming from behind them. Eventually they reached another bulkhead style door which the Gorman opened with a key he had on his belt. Breaching that portal, Spark and the women were confronted with a strange sight.

They seemed to be in an apartment with no walls. A large, probably circular room, maybe three meters tall, divided by gauzy curtains as if in a tent or pavilion, with an obvious commons area with couches, a kitchen and dining area, what appeared to be bedrooms and so forth, all lit with an orange-red light. And standing in the middle of it was Lewd Lou, hands on his hips and a grin on his face.

"Ya made it!" he barked. "Excellent! Yer hosts'll be here in a minute. I'm supposed to ask you if you want something to eat or drink before they get here."

"I think we're good, Lou," Spark told him, "although we appreciate the offer. You're looking... recovered."

"Yeah, smartass," Lou answered, but didn't lose the grin. "That was one hell of a blowjob. Special Services, my ass... yer more like Extraordinary Services. Jesus..."

"Thank you," Spark nodded with a very slight smile. "I am sure Venus and Lupa appreciate high praise such as yours. You gave us pause..." Spark decided to push his luck a little. "When you indicated we did not understand the situation, given our proposal. Before our hosts arrive, could you apprise us of the situation? I deduce that you are not the one actually in charge."

"Hmmph!" the man grunted. "No, I ain't top dog, but I do run the club. My special friends are also my employers. They'll explain it to you when they get here. Until then..."

Until then, a very smooth and decidedly feminine voice echoed through Spark's head, we hope you have been well looked after. A quick glance to Tonya and Okami showed that they were getting the same message.

We have been well looked after, Spark thought, figuring the owner of the voice would hear him. He started adjusting his psionic shielding, realizing this Cresco was a lot more powerful than he'd guessed.

I was surprised by your voice, he went on, but I suppose I shouldn't have been. The human tongue isn't native to you and it would make sense that a psionically active species would prefer telepathy.

It is true that telepathy facilitates communication, the voice answered. It does raise certain ethical questions regarding the involuntary harvesting of information. We note that you have a strong metaphysical presence -- all three of you -- and that you are trained in shielding your minds from undesired probing. We can assure you, though you have no reason to trust us, yet, that we do not condone helping ourselves to your thoughts.

There was a motion back among the gauze draperies and a humanoid figure, over two meters tall and obviously female from a human point of view, emerged to stand on the far side of the room from Spark, Tonya and Okami. She was followed shortly by two presumed males, about two-and-a-half meters in height and wearing long loincloths.

Overall, they were tall and skinny, to Spark's eye. He'd read the descriptions of the race from the news reports they'd scanned, but the reality stood out much sharper. The spokesperson, the woman, was definitely mammalian. Her four large breasts stood out like round globes arranged in two rows of two and would have looked like an overblown implant job on a human that skinny. Two of her four arms were crossed underneath them, which kept them from bobbing around as she walked. She wore an abbreviated loincloth which looked like a micro-miniskirt with splits up the sides. Her skin was a dark grey-blue color and she was bald. Her face was long and drawn, with oversized eyes, large flat ears and vertical slits where nostrils would be. She had a thin slit for a mouth with barely any lips visible.

The males were similar, without the breasts but with defined, if thin, pectoral muscles. Their facial features and skin color were pretty much the same and their thighs were slightly bulkier. Their loincloths were significantly longer, perhaps halfway to their knees. As best Spark could tell, they had an attitude of deference to the female.

"Ha-low" the female vocalized and Spark was surprised by her melodic tone. "I am Erliss." She turned and nodded to her companions. One of them said, "I am Asslur" in the same melodic tones but down about an octave. The other added "I am Ossran" in the same tones as the other male. They looked expectantly towards Spark and company.

"I am Patrator," Spark told them, then similarly turned to the women.

"I am Venus," Tonya told them and Okami added "I am Lupa." The Cresco nodded at the introduction.

We can communicate vocally, Erliss went back to telepathy, but if it does not offend you, we find speaking mind-to-mind to be more convenient and less fraught with misunderstanding.

We are fine with telepathy, Spark thought back. Right, ladies?

Correct, Tonya responded. Fine with me, Okami agreed.

Our human, Lou, was instructed to provide refreshment before our arrival, Erliss observed. Did you decline or did he forget?

We declined, Spark told her. He's been a model of saloon manager hospitality. He didn't know if Lou could "hear" what was going on or whether the Cresco would get the jibe, but he just couldn't resist the temptation.

That is good, Erliss acknowledged. Shall we become more comfortable? She gestured with one hand towards the dining area and with the other towards the couches. Spark made the decision to use the couches and started that way. Tonya and Okami automatically followed him, flanking him when he sat.