Time Never Waits Pt. 09

"Doing what, agent Freeholm? What exactly have I done? I haven't got out of my chair. I haven't touched you. You're the only one that's exhibited anything out of the ordinary."

"But, you, you, I..."

"Relax agent Freeholm. You're in no danger here. Unless you count the overwhelming desire to feel my cock pulsating in your mouth dangerous. Or perhaps it's your curiosity about what it would feel like inside your sweet little cunt. Pumping you full of my sperm. Feeling it jetting against your cervix. Is that what you consider danger of some sort?"

"Mr Miller, I uh,..."

"Please, call me Travis."

"I uh..."

She got quiet. Studying my face.

"Then, please, call me Alice."

"See? How easy was that? Here we are being friendly and cordial with one another."

The women broke the spell of the moment by bringing our supper on sizzling hot cast iron plates set into mesquite wood chargers.

I picked up my knife and fork,

"Enjoy it Alice, believe me, no finer beef exists anywhere."

Then I savored the juicy, tender, woodfired steak. While watching Alice' face take on an orgasmic palor after tasting the decadent quality of the meal.

After I finished eating, I excused myself, went inside and put on shorts. Headed back out and walked into the pool. That's what's so nice about a beach entry. You don't have to jump anymore.

Lupe brought me a Beam and Coke. I waded around while sipping it. This was nice. Worth every single cent invested. Business wise, it will good for entertainment purposes.I thought about the auction about to take place.

I suddenly decided to keep all the guns. There's no need to sell them and I certainly enjoy them. Which reminded me, I had gold buyers coming later. I went to the edge of the pool and called over a guard.

"I've got an armored truck coming in today. Maybe two. I'm just not sure yet. Make sure they are well vetted before being allowed in. None of the guards get passed the gate armed."

"Yes sir. I'll make sure everybody is briefed."

"Thank you. Y'all can stand down in here. I've got it in hand now."

He looked at his watch,

"Yes sir. I've got rounds to make anyway."

"Thank you. Y'all are doing an outstanding job."

He nodded, then went to his companion, spoke briefly, and they left together. I turned my attention back to Alice. She had finished eating and was sitting back, looking around.

"Have Sabrina get you in a suit and join me.If you like."

Sabrina got up, took her by the hand and led her into the cabana. They came back out in bikini's that looked straight off the Beach Blanket Bingo movie set.

I grinned at that. Too bad Annette Funicello didn't come come out with them. Now, that gal was the reason the good Lord made sin.

Both the women came into the pool. Dave, not to be left out, went and got his shorts n the cabana, then grabbed his drink, and came in.

Lorene stood there looking at us.

"Hey, don't I get an invite to the party?"

"Go get your suit on, come on in."

She hurried of to her room. She popped out a few minutes later with mom, Angela,and Marilyn in tow. Mom and Angela sat down, Marilyn got in with Lorene.

Lupe came over and admonished me and Dave,

"Give me the glasses."

She took them to the bar and transfered the drinks into hi-balls made out of heavy plastic. She brought them back.

"No glass around the pool. Consuela said so."

Well, you don't argue with Consuela.

She looked at the women,

"You ladies want something to drink?"

They gave their orders, she left. She returned with Juanita and Angel.

They handed out the drinks. I got lupe's attention, she came over,

"How about putting on Vicente Fernández, Volver Volver."

She put her hand on her breast and looked off dreamily,

"Ah, Señor, you are indeed after my heart."

"Well, Guadalupe, of that there is no doubt."

She hurried off, soon, the atmosphere was softly filled with the opening horns of the song.

I went to Alice. Held out my hand,

"¿Puedo tener este baile, señorita?"

She took my hand,

"I'm not sure what you just said, but, what the hell, I'll go along with it."

"I simply asked if I may have this dance, miss."

"Ah, so you speak Spanish, too."

I pulled her close to me, we edged over to the pools edge and sat our drinks down.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and stepped in close to me until her body was melded with mine. Her small breasts pressed aganst my chest.

I nodded,

"Yes, as well as French, German, Russian, Italian, Farsi, Hebrew and a couple of Nordic dialects. But Spanish is the true language of the romantics. The sound of true love that all our hearts speak to the universe when it beseaches the Powers That Be to guide two hearts together to unite into One."

She stared up into my eyes. Her eyes wide, her lips parted as she struggled to organize the chaos her once orderly life had just become over the past couple of hours. Her voice was on the verge of failing her when she spoke,

"What's happening to me? Why am I feeling like this? Like everything that I ever thought I knew just isn't anymore."

I just looked into her eyes and let everything just kind of flow between us. Not anything that could be defined as a concious thought. More of a collection of emotions that were neither positive nor negative in a binary sense.

What we were experiencing was sort of like when you go into the woods to a secluded place. Sit in the middle of a flower filled meadow. Clear your mind. Close your eyes. Then let Everything commune with you.

The feel of the warm sun. The melodious song of the birds and bugs. The busy skittering of a squirrel. The cautious steps of a doe and her fawns. The voice of the wind whispering through the trees. Carrying whatever mystery that hides in its transitory fleetness to some distant land.

All these things have definition and meaning, if you simply listen.

I leaned down closer to her face. Her breath hot against my face. Her body reacting in some instinctive manner instilled within our DNA long ago.

I let my lips gently touch her forehead. My hands sliding further around her. Pulling her closer. I felt her breathing quicken. Her belly quivering in nervous pause as she adjusted to the new level of primal lust that was coursing through her body.

My lips sought her ear, moving to her neck. Tasting her. Experiencing her. Her arms tightened around my neck. She moved her head, seeking my lips. Finding them, she kissed me with reckless abandon. No longer pretending. No longer attempting to compete. Just allowing herself to just exist in the moment.

Her tongue sliding into my mouth, attacking my tongue. Her lips crushing mine as she fought to dive deeper into the feeling.

I released her and gently pushed her back. I thought for the briefest of moments, then reached into her brain and restored her to the way she was when she first walked in.

The confusion she felt faded as she suddenly realized on some level that I'd released my control of her.

I took her by the hand and led her to the Fuckroom. I closed the door and stood watching her.

She stripped off her bikini and stood still. Waiting on me to make the next move. The door opened behind me and Angela walked in, closing the door. She walked up to me and kissed me ever so softly. Then to Alice. She looked at her as she circled her slowly. The stepped in close to her.

"I'm Angela. His woman. Don't forget that."

She walked around behind her again and nuzzled her neck, then gave her ass a solid slap before walking away. She paused by me, smiling an evil smile that would chill most normal people clear to the core of their being.

"Show her who Daddy is, my love."

Then walked out, quietly closing the door.

I went to her then. Pushed her back onto the bed and crawled face first between her legs. Pushing her legs apart wide and shoving them up and back, I surveyed her pussy. Rimmed by neatly trimmed blonde hair. Her labia swollen and protruding past her cunt lips. Her clit swollen and just begging to be explored. I inhaled the scent of her arousal, reveling in its natural essence.

I poked my tongue against her ass hole, probing, lapping. Then pressed hard as I licked up the length of her wet pussy, coming to rest on her clit. I slid a finger inside her and pressed upward onto her G spot and began massaging the nerves attached to her clit from the bottom as I licked, sucked and nibbled on the outside.

Her body suddenly tensed as her pussy released a torrent of sweet nectar onto my tongue. Grabbing my head, she pressed her loins into my face, while supressing a squeal of raw arousal.

I slid up between her legs, my cock searching for her opening. She reached down and grasped my hardness in her warm hand and nestled it in place. I started pushing into her. Her tightness yielding to my massive girth slowly. She'd obviously not ever had children. I mean, she was tight. To the extreme.

I started a slow, rythmic thrusting into her. Inch by swollen inch, I penetrated her to depths she'd never before experienced. I felt her cervix offer resistance. I pressed harder, causing her to whine and squirm at the unfamiliar pain.

Soon enough though, her pussy yielded and stretched to fully accept me. I slid my arms between her thighs, pushing her legs up wide apart, exposing her stretched, swollen pussy to me.

I quickened my thrusts. My balls bounced heavily against her puckered ass, the wet slapping sound loud in my ears.

She began hammering at my powerfully thrusting hips with her heels. Her fingernails dug into the muscled flesh of my back. She sank her teeth into my shoulder, a muffled scream escaping her throat as her pussy overflowed and squirted powerfully around my pounding cock.

I doubled down with the punishment then. I was slamming into her with almost insane madness. Thrust after gut pounding thrust, I plowed into her with abandon. Showing no mercy to her destroyed pussy. My breath coming in ragged gasps as I searched deep inside my being for every ounce of energy I could harness. My muscles were burning as my cock swelled and blasted her fertile young pussy full of my seed. I drove into her and collapsed, letting the ropy jets of sperm shoot directly into her womb.

I looked down at her face. She had passed the fuck out. I got up and went to the bathroom and wet a washcloth with warm water and went out and cleaned her up. I slid the bed spread folded up at the foot of the bed over her. Went to the wardrobe and got out a fluffy bathrobe and some slippers that looked like they'd fit her. I hung her bikini up on the hooks in the bathroom, laid out a fresh towel and washcloth on the sink, then left quietly.

I went back to the courtyard. Her wallet, credentials and gun were still on the table. I opened her wallet and looked at the contents. A couple hundred in bills. A few credit cards. Driver's license. Nothing else.

I gathered it all up and took it to the room and laid it all on the bath towel. Then walked out. I left her clothes in the cabana where she had left them.

I sat back down at my table. Dave was laying on a lounge chair snoozing. Lupe was tinkering around the bar. She motioned to me, I looked at her, thought a moment, then told her iced tea. She brought it over, sat it in front of me, then sat down with her own glass of tea.

"I sent the girls home. They were done with their chores and it was quiet. I figured I can handle anything that comes up. I carried the guards some fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. I think Jimmy, has a crush on me."

I nodded. There's no reason to just sit around bored. They would be paid anyway, so nothing lost. I tried to picture Jimmy, but drew a blank.

"So, how do you feel about that? Jimmy I mean."

She shrugged. "He's handsome. Well mannered, for a Marine."

She giggled at that. I just smiled. I knew the age old joke, but I knew better. The Marines I've known over the course of my lifetime were all professional, well mannered and highly disciplined. Oh, they could raise hell and willingly destroy everything in their path, but, that's a story for a different time.

The Think Tank I worked for before arriving in my present situation, did a lot of contract work for the Marine Corps. Namely in development of new logistics systems. I was tasked with writing source code for algorithms that would generate automatic equipment deployment orders based on coded issuance. You could simply pull up a screen. Click on a geographic region. Click a couple of boxes about your desired mission profile, and it would automatically generate a T.O.&E. Then send it to the appropriate warehouse supply base. They would pack and pallet everything, then print a checklist and offer an opportunity to tweak the order. If anything was out of stock at that particular warehouse, an order would automatically be generated to the nearest supply point or vendor that had it available for immediate transport to either the originating supply point, or point of departure, which ever was closest. Then it would be signed off on, then loaded and transported to the point of departure.

"You interested in him?"

"I don't know. Maybe. What do you think?"

"I'm OK with it so long as it doesn't effect y'alls job performance."

"Right. I love this job. I wouldn't do anything to jeapordize it."

"Then go for it. Never let it be said I stood in the way of true love."

She got up, "Thanks, boss." then walked away chucklng at that last part.

I watched her as she moved across the courtyard. She was a serious woman. Always thinking and staying ahead of the curve. She reminded me of a younger version of Consuela. I smiled inwardly. Poor Jimmy better stay on his toes around her. Marine or otherwise, she'd have no issues with setting his ass straight.

I drained my glass and walked outside the courtyard. A pair of guards moved in from out of the shadows, flanking me, yet keeping a respectable distance.

I walked down to the runway. I saw a pair of men sitting in chairs talking. I walked up and recognized the pilot from earlier. I didn't recognize the other one. They spotted me and started to stand up. I motioned for them to keep their seats.

The helicopter pilot introduced the other one.

"This is Mike Conner, he's a pilot for your plane."

I shook his hand.

"Pleased to meet you, Mr Conner."

"Likewise, Mr Miller."

"Travis, please."

He nodded appreciatively.

"Mike on this end."

"So, you gentleman solving the world problems?"

They both laughed,

The helicopter pilot, Fredrick Hardin, or Fred, spoke up,

"Not hardly, just trying not to add to them. No, we're off duty and enjoying a libation. If you care to join us?"

"No, thank you. I'm past my limit for the day as it is. So, how do y'all find your accommodations? Are they acceptable?"

They both spoke up,

"Oh absolutely. They are as nice as they come. Hey, I've stayed in some real shit holes some employers laughingly refer to as accommodations. What you've provided here for us? A five star hotel would have trouble topping. Those women at the house cook for us. Damn, but they know how to cook for a man."

I laughed, "That they do."

Fred spoke up.

"You want to meet the others? I can go get them."

"No, let them sleep, I'll meet them later. Well, good night gentlemanl. It was a pleasure to meet you, Mike."

He held out his hand again, "Yes sir, I look forward to working here."

I walked away. The guards in tow.

Mike looked at Fred,

"He's different. Young, too."

Fred nodded.

"Yes he is, he's not the typical shitbird we usually drive for. Young? Perhaps."

He lit a cigarette, offered one to Mike, who declined. He sat back and drew deeply, then exhaled,

"But, I don't know. There's something in him that speaks of something much older just beneath the surface. I'll tell you though, he's not someone I want pissed off at me. I have a strong feeling he'd be a handful."

I walked down to the lake, the crews were finishing the excavation for my bunker. We'd be putting in steel soon. The lake itself was ready for water. I'd be pumping it in from my plants on the coast. Last word I got, the pipeline would be finished within the week. I did have the four deep wells here to help. They were pumping water out of the aquifer.

I headed back up to the house. I found Alice in the courtyard drinking coffee. Dave had left I guess. I went and sat down and she joined me. Lupe bringing me tea.

"Thank you for cleaning me up and laying everything out. That was really thoughtful."

I just nodded. She was quiet for a bit. Then spoke up.

"Travis, I'll say this in all the honesty in the Universe, but you are absolutely nothing like I expected you to be."

I just looked at her, staying quiet.

"The way you treat your employees. The way you treated me. I was here to break your world, and you treated me with respect and hospitality. Not to mention the fact that you fucked my guts out. My god, that thing needs to be registered as a lethal weapon."

I just chuckled and sipped my tea, waiting on her to finish.

"Don't you have anything to say?"

"Well, I'm curious about where we stand with each other."

"OK, fair enough. I just had a talk with Dave while you were out. He explained to me that y'all have legal contracts that cover every last penny coming from the banks. While I suspect there's some hanky panky going on with the deeds, I'm not saying a word to anybody. So long as you pay it all back."

I decided to trust her. I mean, I could handle whatever trouble comes my way, but i like to deal with people on a straight up basis.

"Alice, tomorrow," I glanced at my watch, it was almost 0100, "Well, later today, a buyer for some gold I have is showing up. This transaction will allow me to square up my debts to the bank. Which I will do."

She looked at me incredulously,

"How much gold do you have?"

"About $300,000,000 worth. Anyway, I'm going to bed. You are welcome to stay as long as you like. Just let Lupe know of any needs you have. Good night."

"Hold on. Did you say three hundred million? As in three hundred million dollars?"

"Yes."

"You have that here?"

"Yes."

"Can I see it?"

"Sure, why not. Follow me."

I led her to my office, opened the vault and stood back.

"There's three more like it, as well."

"Sweet baby Jesus."

She stepped forward.

"Can I touch it?"

"Sure."

She picked up one of the bars and hefted it in her hand. Then set it back in place.

"I swear, you never cease to amaze me."

"Are you going to pay taxes on this?"

"Nope."

She looked at me.

"That's a crime you know."

I laughed,

"I'm sort of under the impression that taxes are a crime in and of themselves. I mean, think about it. The government just takes and takes, but never builds anything. They don't create jobs. They employ parasites that live off of someone elses work. They tax our income before we even get it. Then they tax it again when we spend it. Then the people we spend it with have to pay taxes on it. The same money. We pay fees, which are nothing but taxes. When we save money, they tax it. When we buy land with money already taxed on several levels, we pay yearly property taxes. We pay vehicle registration tax, called a fee, then pay taxes on that tax. For what? So we can drive on roads we already pay for through fees and taxes. Then you pay capital gains taxes. When you die, you're taxed a death tax of fifty percent. It's nothing but a huge ponzi scheme, a pyramid game, which is a crime. I'm creating jobs here. Hundreds, no, thousands of jobs. Do you think they'll take that money they steal from me and create something useful out of it?"

"So, you think I'm a parasite?"

"What do you produce?"

"I enforce the law."

I nodded.

"But, what do you produce? What do you contribute to the economy?"