The Archaeologist's Mistress Ch. 01

The message from Theed Montgomery had just read "need u. c me. gjs hq." It'd been a long time since I'd seen head or hide of Theed Montgomery-we'd both been rookies together in one of the first classes of the System Police Department, back when there'd been a thrill to joining an inter-planetary police force and it hadn't felt like being jackboots for the biggest strongman in history.

When our shifts were over we'd always get a drink at Farrell's over on Zeus Ave in the Olympus section of New Angeles, Mars and then go back to one or the other's apartment to fuck ourselves into forgetting what we'd seen on patrol. It'd been a pretty good arrangement, actually. Theed had been the one who'd convinced me to get my tits done. Well, at the time they'd just been breasts, but once the doc had gotten through with them, they'd been transformed into a perfect pair of tits, ballooned up to an unbelievably perky 34D, which is the only giveaway I wasn't born with them. I've seen some of that antique pornography where the girls have had their chests practically butchered with scars under the breasts or the nipples, and their breasts are square or there are divots in the skin when they're getting fucked doggy style. I guess you could say I'm pretty glad for the advances in gene therapy since then. Well, for the most part. For every pair of excellent tits science produces, there's some psycho who's found a back alley sawbones to give him claws or giant insect wings or something.

Anyway, it never occurred to me that Theed would want me for a job. When we'd left the SPD, I'd gone into private investigation and Theed had gone into corporate security. If he'd wanted me for something more than a good old times booty call, he could've called in the intervening five years. Or at least put more into his message.

And anyhow, I was pretty fucking horny for a fucking. My vibe and hands and personal thoughts weren't doing it for me. Yeah, I knew I could just go to a neuro den, jack in and get off on a pleasure sim, and my body wouldn't even know the difference, but it'd always felt hollow afterwards to me, and besides, I don't trust those places. The Vice Squad guys used to tell stories about what the more unethical clerks were caught doing to their customers while they poor saps were still in netstate.

What I wanted was a real live cock attached to a real live man.

With the information I'd been given, I slipped into something a little less comfortable, a pair of thigh-high black leather boots with five-inch heels on them, black lace panties and an open-cup bra. Since I still had to get from Point A (my office in the beatdown Little India neighborhood) and Point B, the GalaxJonesStein Headquarters in downtown New Angeles, I pulled on my red leather trenchcoat and the matching homburg. A Professor of Video Game Studies at Elon Musk University once told me I looked exactly like the old character Carmen Sandiego in my trench. I dunno who that is, but she must be fierce.

The attendant in the autocab I flagged down stared at me when I got in, and I considered flashing him a shot of my panties, but instead I just graciously declined to pay the additional twenty Unifieds to have him mix me an in-trip drink. The ride to downtown from my office took about fifteen minutes, during which I studiously read the news on my optical implant while the attendant kept shooting glances at my chest.

Just for shits and giggles, and because reading long screeds by the Dictator's propaganda machine got a little boring, at one point I told him it was too hot in the cab, but rather than having him adjust the heat, I just asked to borrow an ice cube from him. I sucked it into my mouth for a moment, then took it back out and rubbed it around my neck and then across the tops of my tits, causing them to glisten and sparkle like they were leaves with the morning dew on them.

"Thanks," I said, handing back the mostly melted ice cube back to the speechless attendant. "That's much better." And then I went back to reading the news until we got downtown.

GalaxJonesStein had built a great big tower to house their whole operation, back when land on Mars was cheap and there weren't so many regulators who wouldn't look the other way on some questionable allowances on the code. I'd heard they had an actual alien they'd bought from the old US government's Area 51 base in the basement, which was where so many of their breakthroughs came from. That said, you never met anyone who'd seen the alien, or met anyone who'd met anyone who'd seen the alien, so I was pretty doubtful it was true. But there was security like it was.

"You a visitor?" asked the guard at the door. He reminded me of a baboon: beady eyes, big nose, and nothing but upper-body work. That said, few baboons were packing this much heat. I'd seen less artillery on the whole SPD SWAT team than on this guy. "Tours are only on Wednesday and Thursday."

"I have a meeting. Sare Jeffries, to see Theed Montgomery," I said.

He looked at me doubtfully, and muttered something into the communicator hanging off his ear. I made an attempt to go on past him, but he stiff armed me, mashing a hand into my boob.

"Ow," I said. "That fucking hurt."

"They're sending someone down," he said, ignoring my suffering. "We can't just have anyone wandering around the Headquarters. We do a lot of sensitive work for the Mars government, you know."

"I know," I said. The coziness between the Mars Provisional Authority and GJS was well documented in the few independent press sites that GJS hadn't managed to buy or stamp out.

I was wondering how long I'd have to stand out here while this gorilla with a gun and a flimsy bit of tin that passed as a badge regarded me like I was some criminal scum, when one of the most delightful creatures I've ever seen pushed open the door. She was curves stacked on curves with a tower of blonde hair arrayed precariously on her head. Her frilly blue skirt was voluminous, but not enough to hide the roundness of her rump. She wore one of those 2nd Skin-shirts that were popular these days, the fabric was an opaque white, but it hugged her like, well, like a second skin I suppose, leaving nothing to the imagination. It was tight enough that it pushed her breasts up against her like a sports bra, but without the even flattening across the front, so that each breast was present in fine relief against her frame. Even the outline of her areolae were defined. Fashion just keeps getting better.

"M. Jeffries?" she said. "M. Montgomery will see you now."

I gave M. Army of One Baboon a satisfied smiled and slipped past him and the girl at the door, making sure I was able to brush up against the front of her to feel how soft her chest was. Not as big as mine, sure, but still nothing to cough at.

She extended a hand. "I'm M. Montgomery's personal assistant, Peppy."

"I'll bet," I said, shaking her hand. She gave me a smile and asked me to follow her into an elevator, turning her back to me. She was smuggling an entire fruit stand under her skimpy dress. I wasn't sorry to follow her.

At this point, I should've realized Theed didn't need me on a booty call, if this was what was scampering about his office every day, but the truth was I'd kind of worked myself up on the cab ride over with the attendant trying to sneak glances down my chest and riding with Peppy in the elevator wasn't helping any.

The elevator took us straight into Theed's private office. Peppy held the door as I stepped out and glanced around. She took her hand away, smiling at me as the door closed. The numbers above the elevator descended by one.

Theed Montgomery sat behind what looked to be a real oak desk, not the GenOak the one in my office was made of. They claimed GenOak was as good as the real thing, but I swore I could smell the difference real wood from Earth made. Or maybe it was just Theed's cologne. The office was upholstered in the sort of throwback to World War 2 era style that was popular in the corporate world these days. It wasn't Theed's style, though.

He'd hardly aged a day since I saw him last. A week's stubble clung to his cheeks and chin, the red clashing with his short cropped brown hair, like he still needed to get it buzzed down when we were in the SPD. His suit was tailored and I could see he was in better shape now than in the academy. You could tell he'd been in the police because his idea of formal clothing included a tie, standard issue on our dress blues. No one else wore them, except actors doing movies set in the 20th century.

"Sare," he began, but stopped dead when I shrugged out of my trench and discarded the homburg. I'm not afraid to admit I'm in rather good shape myself. Flat belly, shapely legs, and an ass you could bounce coins off of, if you can still find a coin to bounce. Plus the gene therapy enhanced tits. Theed certainly seemed to like it. His eyes ran my whole length, pausing slightly as he drank in full my lips and heavy breasts with their long pink nipples.

"Oh, fuck," he muttered.

I strode behind his desk and smiled down at him. I teased my left nipple with my hand.

"Like what you see?"

"I do." I lifted one booted leg into his chest, and pushed him away from the desk a little. He wasn't lying; there was a tenting in his pants that confirmed how much he was enjoying my body. I eased him out of the suit jacket while he undid his tie.

I sank to my knees in front of him, undoing the clasps that held his pants on, smiling up at him as I dragged the process out, only pulling his pants down a little, until they were just below his ass, and pushing his shirt up a little at the bottom.

"I'll bet you make that piece of tail in the elevator do this to you every day," I said.

"Only sometimes," he allowed.

"If I were your 'personal assistant' I'd be in here personally assisting you every day," I teased. I slipped my hand into his underwear, which I was surprised to find was silk. But I was more surprised at what I found under it.

"Holy shit," I said. "This is different." I pulled his pants down to his ankles along with his underwear and drew his cock out into the light.

Theed Montgomery had always been a rather big man. He'd been seven fantastic inches when I'd had him, and thick, too. But what he was working with now was ten inches and nearly as wide as a door knob. It was fully erect, jutting up into the air as I failed to close my hand around it.

"Like what you see?" he asked, grinning down at me.

"The private sector's been good to you," I said, stroking slowly up his shaft.

Theed chuckled. "It has indeed. Not as good as you, though."

"Nothing is," I murmured. I leaned forward and licked up and down the length of his cock, staring up as he devoured me with his eyes.

I kissed the head a little, before enveloping him between my lips. Theed made to wrap his hands through my hair, but I intercepted them with my own, entwining our fingers together instead. I pushed as far as I could, choked a little and then slipped him out of my mouth, gasping.

"You used to do better than that," Theed admonished me.

"You were a lot shorter then!" I said. "And, besides, it's been a while since I've been with a man."

"Sare," said Theed. He broke my hold on his right hand and brushed a wayward strand of hair out of my eyes. "I was sorry to hear about Mari."

"I..." I didn't know he'd kept tabs, and was taken aback a little that he'd shown more interest in me than just my tits and pussy. But I didn't want to get drawn into a bit of emotional back and forth with him. I was here for the sex.

"Shut up," I finished, wrapping my free hand around the base of his cock to steady it as I plunged back down, pushing even further this time.

"Oh, shit, that's so good," he said. I felt his fingers cupping the back of my head and moaned around him. I stopped bobbing along his cock and just held still, resisting the pressure from his hand. Theed knew just what I wanted him to do. He shifted his hand until it was cupped along my neck and jaw and began to buck, thrusting his cock into my mouth rapidly, driving a little deeper each time until finally my latent gag reflex got tickled and I choked a little and backed off.

"Oh, fuck, yeah, baby, fuck my face," I said. "I'll bet you missed putting your cock in my mouth."

I pulled him back inside my lips, letting him resume his thrusting, staring up into his eyes as he did.

"To be honest, I missed what came out of your mouth more," he said. Theed did love it when I talked dirty. But right now I was more interested in him coming in my mouth, so I put a hand on his hips to stop him, and began to suck on him again. I moved my hand down to play with his balls, and released his other hand so I could stroke the remainder of the shaft I couldn't swallow.

I'm not ashamed to say that I like to give head and that I've gotten good at it. There was a long time when I thought good girls didn't have penetrative sex but did do oral, my parents being devout Tantric Catholics. Combined with my generally raging libido, this meant blowing most of the boys at school and any of the girls that would let me.

Which is to say, Theed barely stood a chance before he groaned and shot his load down my throat. He was so deep I barely tasted how acrid it was as I swallowed, making sure not to let a drop of his cum escape.

"God fucking damn, Sare, just like old times," he said as I licked him clean.

"I remember there being more," I said.

"I think I just ejaculated all my internal organs," laughed Theed. "And you're worried about more. Well, just thank your lucky stars I didn't get a Gaisar implant like the saleswoman tried to convince me to, or you'd still be choking it down."

I couldn't help but notice he was still hard, no down time on his cock at all. That wasn't the Theed I remembered either.

"Did you get something else besides just a size enhancement, though?" I asked.

"Yeah, they call it an instant reset," Theed said. "It lets me get hard at the drop of the hat. Hell, I can stay like this for 24 hours without, you know, priapism or anything bad like that. It's like being sixteen again without all the awkward boners, pimples, and squeaking. It makes for some pretty great Saturdays."

"Well, I think you're wrong about this being like old times," I said. I turned around, giving him a view of my full, firm ass. He groped it as I backed over his lap, but I slapped his hands away. I reached down and grabbed his cock with one hand to steer it and pulled my panties to one side with the other.

"How's that?"

"I haven't gotten off yet," I said, then plunged down onto his monster of a penis.

"Oh FUCK!" I screamed. There's always this feeling I have that no matter how big or small something looks by itself, the pussy is the great equalizer. Once you've got it in there, that's that, unless it's so small you can't tell. At least, that'd been my experience to this point. I'd never encountered an enhancement before. Theed's horse cock pushed up against my cervix immediately, and he was so thick I was stretched to the edge to accommodate him.

"You're right," he managed from behind me. "You were always so tight, but you've never felt as tight as right now."

Theed's hands found their way to my tits, and he began to maul them just the way I'd taught him to, all those years back when we were just rookies having stupid fun. I twined my fingers with his, until we were both squeezing and pawing at me together. Down below, I managed to give his cock a little squeeze with my pussy.

Theed groaned when I did, lifting his hips a little, trying to push his way deeper inside my white hot cunt, to no avail. When that didn't work, he dragged my right hand down off my breast, through my neatly trimmed pubic hair to my clit.

"Touch yourself," he said.

To be honest, I would've done it on my own in the next few seconds, even if he hadn't told me to. I probably could have gotten off on his cock alone, judging by how completely he was filling me, but I was desperate to get there quick. As I started to stroke my clit with my right hand, Theed's hand followed behind mine, echoing its movements. Between his hands, his cock, and my furious fingers, I was wracked by an orgasm much better than anything he'd ever given me before, almost as good as with Mari. Again I pushed her from my mind.

I'd stopped moving as my pussy spasmed in the throes of my climax, and Theed had stopped thrusting in response, so there was a wonderful moment where we were just very still, him buried inside of me, and me panting heavily, watching Theed's hand on my tit rise and fall with the movement of my chest. Beads of sweat began to slip down my cleavage, feeling cool in the air of the office as they made their way south down my body.

Theed's hands left mine and I looked down as they hooked themselves under my thighs, just seconds before he lifted me into the air, still impaled on his cock. He stepped out of his pants and I gave a wordless little moan as the movement and sheer gravity caused him to shift inside me sweetly. He slowly tilted me forward until I caught myself on his desk and then he let my legs down. His hands disappeared for a moment, and then I felt them pulling at my panties again until there was a ripping sound and the whole pair fell down my right leg to the floor.

"Oh, goddamn it, Theed," I said. "I liked those."

"Sorry, they were in the way," he said. "I'll buy you a new pair. Or, rather..."

He put a hand on my back forcing me up against the surface of the desk. I'm no expert on what real oak feels like, but I know what GenOak feels like, especially in this position, and this wasn't that. Theed shifted around the FlimsyFilms on his desk, looking for God knows what. I was only interested in how boring his cock was being, so I gave it another little squeeze with my pussy. From the corner of my eye, I saw Theed wince a little with the effort to keep himself composed, and I smiled at him. He pulled at a flimsy I'd inadvertently trapped under me. It rolled my nipple as it sprung free.

"Ah, finally, a blank one," he said. He began to type on the keyboard that came up, and finally, slowly, began to thrust again. I stepped a little wider to make it easier for him.

"I didn't message you for sex, Sare," he said. A hand found the clasp on my bra, undoing it, and he stroked the side of my left tit. "I've got a job for you."

"What is it?"

"You know what a xenoarchaeologist is?"

"An alien hunter?"

"Something like that. GJS employs a few to scour our mining sites, just in case. Usually it's just a whole lot time and money wasted for a wild goose chase and some goodwill with the naturalists. Except on Ganymede, of course."

The whole system had been set abuzz five years ago when a team of Harvard xenoarchaeologists had uncovered the remains of what they claimed was a pre-space flight alien civilization that had died off millions of years before humanity had thought to sharpen a stick. On Jupiter's moon, of all places for life to have been. And while we'd all been speculating that alien life would be more advanced than we were, they'd actually just been less successful.

"Well, we think one of these guys got himself a mistress. No proof, at least not on company or personal computers, outside of some suspicious meeting times."

"So what?" I pulled my bra out from under my breasts, and arched my back a little so I could turn to look at what Theed was typing on the FlimsyFilm.

"We also think Thorsen Genetics is blackmailing him into giving up trade secrets."

"Just fire him."

"Company sees this as a potential blessing in disguise. Suits upstairs think this might be a perfect opportunity for a little sabotage against ThorGen. Feed them bad info, that sort of thing. Of course, they don't want company fingerprints all over it. That's why I have to use FlimsyFilm, rather than send the info to your optical. No trails. They want an outsider to investigate, someone with discretion, who knows to keep their mouth shut if they should get pinched by the SPD. A professional. I thought of you."