The Archaeologist's Mistress Ch. 01

"What's the job?" I asked. Theed's pace was increasing, and his balls were slapping against my clit from time to time. He'd stopped typing and had pinned my hands behind my back, meaning I couldn't stroke myself to make up for the inconsistent attention of his testicles.

"Follow the egghead, figure out if he's got a mistress. Then figure out if ThorGen's pumping him from information. If he is and they are, make contact and report back. Think you can handle that?"

"I can handle anything you've got," I told him, grinning. "How much?"

Theed let go of my hands, and I immediately slipped one between my legs, stroking myself along as he pounded into me. He pushed the flimsy he'd been working on in front of me. At the top of it was written a number. A big number. An "oh, Christ, don't stop, I'm about to have the gushiest orgasm of my life while you pour champagne on my tits in this private jet on Earth" big number.

"Holy shit," I said. "Your corporate life is the gift that keeps on giving."

"You'll do it?"

"I'll do it," I said.

"Good," he said. He pulled out and rolled me onto my back. "The guy's home and work addresses are further along on the flimsy, as well as a photo and all the known passwords and usernames for his company and personal logins. We know he's not making contact with the sidepiece at home or work, so I think you'll have to do good ol' fashion detecting on this one. He leaves work today at 6:30pm Olympus Standard, if you're going to be up to starting today."

"Even with that thing, I can't imagine how I wouldn't be," I said.

Theed chuckled as he pushed my legs apart until I was spread eagled in front of him, the bottom of my ass hanging a little ways off the table, my moist pussy lips open and welcoming to the cock hovering just inches away. He pushed into me and again I marveled at the feeling of his tremendous size.

"There's one more thing I got with my cushy corporate life," he said. He gave two quick rapid thrusts in succession, then pulled back, almost all the way out, before plunging back in as deep as he could go.

There was a familiar sound, and I could feel my pussy pulsing and I realized that Theed's whole cock was buzzing like a vibrator.

"Holy shit!" I cried.

"You like that?" Theed pulled out of me again, and he slapped his cock against my clit a few times before pressing himself up against it, rubbing the vibrating shaft back and forth against me.

It was incredible, and I'm no stranger to the joys of machine-induced self-pleasure. They have some pretty powerful motors in vibes these days, not like those toothbrush motors they had back in the day, but Theed's cock was on a whole other level. There's a lot of variance in vibes and dildos on the Martian market. For a thousand Unifieds, you can get a dildo with a jack for a neuroshunt and even trick your brain into perceiving it as a real cock. But this wasn't mental trickery, where you leave netstate and see the rubber phallus after. This was Theed's actual cock vibrating away, and his skin was soft, burning hot, and slick with my pussy juice.

"Oh, fuck, Theed!" I cried again, as the throbbing in my cunt built along with my orgasm. I could hear the blood ringing in my ears and my whole body felt like it was flush. "Oh. Fuck. Theeeeed!"

My pussy gushed as I came, and Theed fell to his knees and began to lap away at the juices. I couldn't help myself, thrashing and bucking in the throes of my orgasm while he licked me. Theed wrapped his arms around my boot-covered legs to keep from getting kicked by the long heels, and I stretched my arms out, trying to get a grip on the edge of the desk, one hand crumpling and cracking a mass of flimsies by accident. Neither of these things got my hips under control, as I at once tried to put as much of my pussy into Theed's mouth as I could manage, while the rest of my body tried to convince my clit and pussy that we were done and any more of this pleasure would kill us. Luckily, those two don't listen to anybody, and I managed not to break Theed's nose as he licked and sucked me.

Theed stood up while I shuddered in the aftershocks of my orgasm. He leaned down across the desk, his chin drawing near to mine, one hand steadying himself on the desk, while the other massaged a tit. I ran my hands up through his hair and drew him close to lick the sweet excess of my pussy off his face and lips. He still had that stupid fresh from the Academy buzzcut that he'd worn the entire time we were in the SPD. What a dope. When there was nothing of me left on his face, I forced his mouth open and sucked on his tongue to get the last of it.

"It's just like old times," he whispered, breaking the kiss and rising back up off the desk.

"Fuck no, it's not," I said. I sat up on the edge of the desk and grabbed his still buzzing dick. My whole arm shook holding it, and I tapped it lightly against my clit, watching Theed's tortured expression as I played with myself playing with him.

"Oh, don't want to get me off anymore, huh?" I teased. "And me, a good friend, doing you a favor."

"For that much money, I'm doing you the favor," said Theed. "I just want something in return, is all."

"Well, if it's going to be all business with you, why don't I just call M. Perky in here and have her pussy assist your cock in getting off?"

"Peppy."

"That's what I said," I grinned at him. My hand ran across his desk to where the holo display showed the intercom buzzer. "Should I call her up in that elevator of yours? I'll bet with that 2nd Skin, you can fuck her tits with her shirt on. I wonder if her panties are made from the same stuff. I wonder if she's even wearing panties. Or do you make M. Pussy leave those at home so you don't have to keep tearing them off?"

Theed's hand pinned my wrist to the desk, preventing it from moving. He leaned in close.

"Peppy," he corrected. "And I just want you."

"You want to to fuck my tight little pussy with that giant buzzcock of yours? You want to fuck me so hard I can barely walk out of here?" I asked. I stretched one leg around Theed, driving the heel of my boot into his thigh and undid the zipper on the front of his shirt. It was completely soaked through with his sweat. He shrugged out of the sleeves and threw it across the room. I stroked his bare chest, rubbing at one nipple on the edge a sharply-defined pec.

"Yes," said Theed.

"You want to fill my cunt up with your cum? You want to scream my name when you do?"

"Oh, fuck. Yes."

"Fuck me, Theed."

He wasted no time, taking his cock away from my hand, ramming it up into my pussy. He put both hands on my neck, leaving the grip open so that his thumbs were tucked behind my ears, pulling my face to his until our foreheads were touching, his gaze intently locked with mine, as he pounded over and over into me as I steadied myself on the desk. I moaned and closed my eyes, letting him do most of the work, our skin slapping together as he shoved his vibrating cock into my sopping wet cunt. I opened my eyes again and looked down between us, watching as most of his huge cock disappeared inside of me, then reappeared immediately, then back again, like the world's hottest and most repetitive magic trick. I started squeezing him with my pussy to help him along.

"I'm going to cum," Theed gave a desperate warning after a few seconds of this.

"Do it. Cum for me, baby."

If I'd complained about how little there'd been when I sucked him off, it was clear now that Theed's body had apparently decided to save it up for this one, filling me up with his cum, so much so that when he pulled out and collapsed into his chair, some of his semen came pouring out of me immediately. I knelt and licked his cock, gathering the delicious contrasting mix of my sweet juices and the traces of his salty cum.

"Thanks, baby," I said, standing up. "I'd love to stay, but I've got a job to do."

Theed just laughed. "You never like to hang around after." He caught my hand as I tried to turn away, pulling me back to him, and kissed me long and deep. I pushed him away after a moment.

"Maybe some other time, M. Corporate," I said. "I'll let you buy me a drink at Farrell's first and we can remember stories." I found my hat and my coat, putting them back on, grabbed the flimsy with the archaeologist's details and folded it into a pocket, then hailed the elevator.

"Do you want these back?" Theed asked, holding my bra and the wreckage of my panties.

"You break it, you bought it, sweetheart."

The elevator door opened and Peppy stood beaming at me. She was unfazed by her boss's nude form or his horse cock, and I guessed I'd been right about her being one of those personal assistants with the emphasis on personal.

"The bra's still good," said Theed, examining it in his hands.

"They go with the panties," I said. "Keep 'em as a memento." I nodded at Peppy, and she pressed the button for the ground floor. The door closed on Theed, staring up at me as he held my bra in both hands.

I'm sure I reeked of sex, and I was doing my best to keep from leaking Theed's cum all over the floor. I snuck a glance at Peppy. Her nipples were clearly erect and her cheeks looked a little flushed, but it might have been just how damn cold the elevator was. I was freshly-fucked and I'd got goosebumps running up and down my arms. That's the problem with Mars. It's so fucking hot, even with the terraforming, that everyone with climate control likes to show off that, if they wanted, they could set their place to freezing. And here I was, with only some thigh-high boots and trench coat. Well, maybe if the elevator got stuck, Peppy and I could huddle underneath my trench to keep from freezing to death.

"First floor," said Peppy, as I was still lost in the fantasy of her shivering naked next to me. "Do you have everything M. Montgomery gave you?"

I patted my pocket with the flimsy. "You bet."

"Then I hope to see you again, M. Jeffries."

M. Heavily-Armed Gorilla was still on patrol outside the door, and I gave him a sweet smile as I hailed an autocab. When I the autocab pulled up, I leaned in close to him.

"I just got done fucking your boss," I whispered. "I hope you're not married, because your spouse is gonna be pissed when you come home without a job today."

As I stepped into the autocab, I glanced back at the guard, watching me with a mixture of fear and hate and I laughed. He'd probably spend the rest of the week worrying about getting the axe, unable to know if I'd told Theed about him or not, unable to ask Theed about it without potentially outing himself as being a prick to me.

The autocab attendant was the same guy who'd been manning my ride in.

"Hoping for another ice cube show?" I asked him. He looked a little sheepish and I laughed. The autocabs were supposed to be managed by a very complex computer system that adjusted for demand and desired destination. To have the same guy meant he'd figured out how to override the central command system. He'd have to have still picked up fares though, or the autocab would change neighborhoods automatically, which meant he'd purposefully selected short fares in hopes of getting me again. The autocabs also weren't supposed to be able to do that. Had to give the guy credit.

"I'll take a bourbon, straight," I told him. "And none of that synth stuff. Real Kentucky."

"Yes, ma'am," he chirped. "That'll be two hundred Unifieds."

It was expensive, sure, but this job would pay for all the real bourbon I'd ever wanted. I made the transfer. As the attendant poured my drink, I decided I'd have a little more fun. He was kind of cute in a puppyish sort of way, and he had gone through all this trouble just to see me again. I didn't want him to feel discouraged. I undid the belt buckles on my coat, but held it closed with one hand, so that it revealed a mountain of my cleavage. I shrugged my shoulders so that the collar of the coat fell down behind my back, exposing my bare shoulders and that I didn't have a shirt or bra on underneath.

The attendant handed me my glass of whiskey, unaware he'd way overfilled it. I wasn't complaining, though, and neither was he, as he watched me drink, the liquid burning its way down my throat, making me feel warm inside. I let a nipple escape the coat, then let go completely, so I could tease it with my free hand, making it stand up long and fierce. My coat stayed draped over my body, so I unfolded my legs, pushing the ends away, giving the attendant a grand view of my pussy, Theed's semen still oozing out of it.

His mouth was wide open and I pretended not to notice while I drank my whiskey and idly played with my tit, watching the city go by under the glass floor of the autocab. He didn't have the tell-tale entry scar for an optical, so he couldn't take any pictures unless he went for his phone, and if he did that I would know. He started to clean up the bar, watching me the whole time from his seat.

The autocab alerted us my stop was coming up and he started. He'd been paying extra attention to some part of the bar below the counter I couldn't see, and I'd had my suspicions about what that really was, and the sound of the magnet clasps on his fly snapping together confirmed them. I put the whiskey glass back on the bar and did the belts on my coat back up, but poorly enough that they left my tits out for the moment.

"Later, hon," I told him, as the autocab settled down outside my building. "And make sure you pick me up again. I can use a guy who knows how to reprogram an autocab."

I stepped out of the cab, tightening my coat around me. In the lobby, I made a brief detour to the StreetDoc booth, and made sure I was taken care of. I liked Theed, but I didn't see myself raising his kids, and who knew where Peppy had been.

My office often doubled as a bedroom, so I'd made sure to get one with a shower. I cleaned up, and switched my clothes. No more hooker boots, I was on a job, so it was comfortable shoes and looser denim in case I need to run. I found a grey deep cut v-neck sweater, because sometimes it helps to be able to lean over a counter and flaunt, and I took a short black leather jacket, because you also need to not have every eye in the room staring at your chest if you're tailing someone.

I read the flimsy Theed had given me.

Hary Xu, second generation Martian. 42, married to Landa Xu, formerly Landa Beinhart. No details on where the alleged mistress was, only where she wasn't. Xenoarchaeologist, with a Ph.D. from Elon Musk U and once a visiting professor at Harvard. He'd been part of the first team to find signs of alien life on Ganymede. Now GJS's goto guy on their Ganymede mining operations. Spends half of his time in R&D as well. What was he doing in R&D? The file didn't say. It did say, "trade secret," though. That wasn't like Theed. When he'd been a cop, he liked to have the full story, beginning, middle, and end. He'd given me the same if he could, and the head of Security for GJS almost certainly could have. That meant, for all his talk of keeping it on flimsy to be untraceable through the Internet, this file had been prepped by someone with a more restrictive eye than Theed had.

I supposed it wasn't relevant information. I didn't need the whole story. What was relevant was that he'd be leaving work in an hour. I needed to jet.

Clothes, info, now all I needed was gun. Mari's handcannon would be more than sufficient, I thought. That'd been one of those things about Mari that had made me love her. She was direct, and to the point. She didn't like to cut corners, she didn't like to dance around the subject. When she bought a gun, it wasn't going to be some peashooter that could fit down her underwear or some artillery piece that let everyone knew you were coming a mile away. The handcannon slipped over the shooter's fist, the trigger concealed. It fired a plasma arc about the size of an avocado but could fit in your pocket.

I'd kept it less out of sentimentality reasons than the sheer practicality of the thing.

My car was a beat up old Tesla O. It used to make suborbital flights, but I wouldn't trust it these days. I punched in the address of GJS's Research and Design lab, and continued to review the dossier Theed had given me on the way over. My O parked itself across the street, and I waited for Xu's purple Jupiter to appear, like the flimsy told me he'd be driving. Apparently the the GJS CEO sat on the board of Jupiter Autocars and it was their default company car. I'd Googled that.

At 6:34pm, Olympus Standard, a purple Jupiter with the license 24i-9L8 pulled out of the corporate lot. Hary Xu.

It'd cost me, and I'd had to know the right mechanic, and then I'd had to know how to convince the right mechanic, but eventually I'd got her to bend the rules of what was technically legal and alter the Tesla O's nav computer to locate and follow specific cars. Every car had this ability, technically, but it required asking the other car if they'd let you follow them. Not very useful for a private eye. Good for me I'm so persuasive.

Hary Xu did not head for the address listed as his house on the flimsy. Instead, we flew from the Outskirts to Low Amazon, which meant we went from shithole factories and enclosed office spaces to the seediest neighborhood in New Angeles. Xu was supposed to be heading home to Kennedyville, but here we were in New Canaveral. We went down Gates Boulevard until we banged a right onto Hippolyta Street. Xu's Jupiter began to settle down and I quickly punched in a location a little ways up the block so that the O drove on by. I kept my eye on Xu. He got out of his car, and walked into a nearby building carrying a suitcase: Juan's Neuro Solutions. A neuro den. I pulled it up on my optical and plugged in the address on the Tesla's computer, and we turned around and parked across the street.

Nothing to do but wait. And wait I did. I sat for about twenty minutes, watching as a few folks trickled out of the neuro den, blinking in the brightness of the sun as they came recovered from the netstate.

It occurred to me, suddenly, that Xu had a wife and a sidepiece. He was unlikely to be using a neuro den for the same reason I might or half the net-drunk fucks who stumbled out of the place might. So what the fuck was he doing in there?

"Fuck," I said. I was going to have to go in there.

I unzipped my leather jacket a little, enough to get a rise if I wanted one and popped the car door open. New Canaveral had less heat shielding than other parts of New Angeles, and the air was dusty and dry. I slipped in the door to the neuro den. At least they had air conditioning.

There was a rickety set of stairs to go up, and then I was in a shitty little lobby, a bunch of folding chairs pushed up against the walls to simulate a bench and a bead curtain separating the back from the front. Nobody was there except for a kind of scrawny guy with tattoos and one side of his head shaved pointed manning the desk. His only concession towards a shirt was a ragged denim vest. He had a mustache he'd waxed into a jagged shape and dyed green.

"You Juan?" I asked.

"Who's asking?" he returned.

"WARNING!" screamed a muffled artificial voice from under his vest. "Parolee...James Murado...is currently experiencing thoughts of an extremely violent or sexual nature. Please be advised to treat him with caution. You can report all crimes committed by parolee...James Murado...by calling System Police at 991."

"Ex-con, huh?" I asked. "Guess you're not Juan. My name's Sare Jeffries."

"Stupid fucking intent broadcaster," said Murado. "I barely even considered anything. You a cop, Sare Jeffries?"

"Was. Now I'm working freelance."

"WARNING!" blurted the intent broadcaster. "Parolee...James Murado...is currently experiencing thoughts of an anti-authority nature. Please be advised -" Murado beat on his chest for a while until it shut up.