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Authors: Louise Voss

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‘Wait here,’ she told Heather. She smiled and leaned closer to her right-hand woman. ‘I’m going to bring you a present.’

Heather frowned. As Angelica sashayed into the bar and half of the men drinking there looked up as if they could smell the heat coming off her, she remembered why she never brought Heather along on these outings. Fuck it. Today Heather was going to join in. Angelica had a role for her to play.

Ten minutes later, Angelica walked out of the bar with
a twenty-year-old construction worker in tow. Patrick was a
thing of beauty, with sandy hair, a light tan and a lean, ripped body. Plus he had a boyish smile and, from the bulge in his jeans, a big cock. Angelica swallowed hard and said a little thank you to the Goddess.

Heather looked Patrick up and down and wrinkled her nose. ‘Who’s this?’

Angelica slid onto the back seat and gestured for Patrick to join her. ‘This is Patrick. Be nice.’

‘Hi, Sweet Lips,’ Patrick said.

Heather looked at him with disgust and Angelica laughed and ruffled his hair. Then she leaned over between the seats and kissed Heather on the lips, before jumping back and putting her arm round Patrick. In the rear-view mirror, Heather displayed a look of confusion and excitement.

‘Woo hoo!’ exclaimed Patrick. ‘Time to party.’

Angelica told Heather to drive them to a motel. She sent Heather to check them in to a room and while they waited, she climbed onto Patrick’s lap and took hold of his face, kissing his soft lips, slipping her tongue into his mouth. He tasted of beer and peanuts. She felt her breath quicken as his penis pressed against her through his jeans. Oh yes, it was big.

He tried to grab her, to pull her closer, but she pushed herself off him and opened the door, exiting the SUV just as Heather returned. Angelica stroked Heather’s short hair and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. ‘Bring the guns. And your knife.’

She reached round and playfully patted Heather’s ass.

Heather’s eyes glinted with excitement. Patrick got out of the vehicle, grinning and walking awkwardly, and Angelica gestured for Heather to toss her the keys, leading the young man up to the motel room while her sidekick fetched the holdall from the trunk.

Once they were all inside the dingy room, Angelica shut and locked the door, then pulled the drapes closed. She turned to Patrick, a hand on her hip. Heather stood slightly behind her, the holdall containing the guns at her feet.

‘Take your clothes off,’ Angelica said.

He stripped as eagerly as a virgin in a teen movie, down to his shorts, which bulged comically.

‘Those too.’

He pushed them to the floor and stood naked before them, proud and erect. ‘So, what, are we going to, like, all get it on?’

‘Shut up and lay on the bed,’ Angelica commanded.

His eyes widened but then he smiled again. ‘Sure.’

He lay back. Angelica walked along the side of the bed, looking him up and down. He had the body of a Greek god, a marble statue in a museum. But real, hot flesh. She took his penis in her hand and squeezed it lightly, enjoying the feel of the thick, veiny shaft, running her thumb lightly over its circumcised head. Predictably, he tried to pull her down on to the bed but she put her free hand on his chest, pressing into the smooth flesh with her long fingernails and pushing him back down. She traced her nails down across his six pack until one hand held his cock and the other cradled his balls. She bent over and took the tip of his penis into her mouth, tasting him, running her tongue over his most sensitive spot and making him moan and reach out to touch her hair.

She stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Heather was standing by the door, staring. It was a little irritating. Angelica said, ‘Bring me my bag.’

‘The holdall?’

‘No,’ Angelica snapped. ‘My tote bag.’

Heather obeyed, and Angelica snapped it open.

‘Whoah,’ Patrick said from the bed. Angelica had produced two sets of handcuffs.

‘If you won’t stop being a naughty boy and trying to grab me,’ Angelica said, ‘you’ll have to be cuffed. I’m in charge here.’

There was a flicker of doubt on his face, like he wasn’t sure how much of this was role playing, but then he smiled and nodded. ‘Cool.’

Angelica held out the cuffs to Heather. ‘Cuff him to the bed.’

Heather did as she was told, so the man’s arms were stretched behind him, bound to the metal headboard. He grinned up at them. ‘So are you going to fuck me now?’

Angelica didn’t reply verbally. She gestured for Heather to approach her, simultaneously removing her own clothes, pulling her T-shirt over her head, unzipping her boots and pushing down her leather trousers. She stood in her white underwear and shook down her hair. She felt the power of the Goddess coursing through her. Her skin, as she touched it, felt ultrasensitive, all her nerve endings tingling.

‘Go on, strip,’ she said to Heather, noticing that her
Sister was standing there, gawping. Over the years, Heather
had watched Angelica undress many times, and Angelica had
become increasingly aware of the way that Heather looked at her body, sneaking peeks when she thought Angelica wasn’t looking. Angelica had always thought it was because Heather was envious of her taut, toned stomach, her long limbs, her small-but-perfectly-shaped breasts. Heather was all lumps and bumps, with biceps a Marine would be proud of, broad shoulders and a flat chest. Her strength was admirable but she was far from sexy. In fact, Angelica suspected Heather was asexual. She had never shown any real interest in men or women. She was purely dedicated to Angelica’s cause.

Heather removed her clothes clumsily, the guy on the bed barely paying her any attention, his eyes focused purely on the taller, slimmer woman who now removed her bra, climbed onto the bed and straddled him, pressing her crotch against his through her underwear, leaning forward so her long hair swept across his chest. He pulled against the handcuffs, his desperation to touch her clear in the flex of his muscles. He had beautiful arms.

A beautiful chest too. She kissed him there, flicking her tongue across his nipples in turn, which made him groan. She took one nipple lightly between her teeth and applied pressure. He gasped. She trailed kisses down from his pecs to his abs, that strong, toned stomach. He bucked beneath her, his cock so hard against her underwear. She moved her face down to his groin and gently ran her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, making him thrust against her face. That annoyed her, but it was okay, she understood his eagerness.

She took him into her mouth again, as deep as she could, reaching up to his chest as she sucked him, digging her nails into his chest, raking them down to his stomach, then up again. The sounds he made were half-pleasure, half-pain.

His quickening breath made her worry that he might come too quickly so she removed her mouth, causing a groan of disappointment, and she sat back on his strong thighs, touching her own breasts, stroking them while she looked into his eyes, taunting him, making him pull as hard as he could against the handcuffs.

‘I want to lick you,’ he said. ‘Come up here.’

Angelica looked at Heather, who was standing beside the bed, still staring at Angelica – staring at her breasts.

‘Why don’t you join us?’ Angelica said, and Heather crawled on to the bed. She reached out and cupped one of Angelica’s breasts.

Angelica took hold of Heather’s wrist and removed her hand, surprised by the flash of disappointment on Heather’s face. Before she could speak, Heather leaned forward and kissed her, sticking her tongue in Angelica’s mouth. She heard Patrick say, ‘Whoah,’ and for a moment Angelica let Heather kiss her, even kissed her back, as Heather’s hand returned to her breast. It felt exciting, even though the other woman was a clumsy kisser, her mouth too wet. Heather’s free hand was suddenly inside Angelica’s underwear, her middle finger probing and slipping inside her.

Angelica pulled away. ‘No.’

Heather looked shocked. ‘I’m sorry.’

She tried to kiss Angelica again, but the blonde woman turned her head so Heather’s lips connected with her chin.

‘Fuck him,’ Angelica commanded.

‘What?’

‘I said, fuck him. I want to see you do it.’

‘Hey,’ Patrick said. ‘I don’t want her to fuck me – I want you.’

‘Shut up,’ Angelica said, slapping his face hard. He looked stunned. She turned back to Heather. ‘Get on top of him.’

Heather hesitated, then manoeuvred herself so she was straddling Patrick. She took his cock in her hand, but it had wilted.

‘For fuck’s sake,’ Angelica said, pushing Heather aside and taking hold of the soft penis. To Patrick, she said, ‘Close your eyes and keep them shut. In fact …’ She whipped a pillowcase off one of the pillows and fashioned it into
a blindfold, tying it around his eyes.

She returned to his cock, which was recovering already. Good boy. She worked it gently with her hand, until it was fully hard, then facing the foot of the bed, in the reverse cowgirl position, pushed herself onto him, his cock filling her, the angle meaning he pressed against her G-spot. She fingered her own clitoris as she rocked slowly against him.

‘Don’t come,’ she ordered, as her own orgasm approached. She was dimly aware of Heather kneeling on the bed watching her, and she tried to push the memory of Heather grabbing her from her mind. She didn’t want to think about it. Had she been blind all these years? Yes, if she was honest with herself she had been deliberately blind. She had always known Heather had feelings for her, it was why she did everything Angelica asked, without question. And she had used that. But admitting to herself that Heather liked her in a sexual way was too uncomfortable. She loved Heather as a sister. That was all. Her presence now, staring at Angelica with sad eyes, was grating. But feeling sorry for her, and deciding to be charitable, she gestured for Heather to come closer.

As she rocked with increasing pace on Patrick’s cock, she pulled Heather towards her and put her hand between the other woman’s legs, stroking her with two fingers. Tears trickled from the corners of Heather’s eyes as Angelica brought her closer to orgasm, her fingers now deep inside her, her other hand pinching Heather’s nipple. Her own orgasm approached and she rocked faster and moved her fingers inside Heather at the same pace. Heather’s breathing got faster and faster, and Angelica felt the waves of bliss crash over her as – oh, here it was – she came hard, and Heather came too, at the same moment.

The two women were drenched in sweat, and Angelica shuddered as she moved off Patrick.

‘Don’t stop,’ he pleaded.

‘Don’t worry, I’m going to suck you again,’ she said.

Angelica pointed at his penis and gestured for Heather to take him in her mouth. Heather obeyed, and Angelica wondered if Heather enjoyed tasting her juices on the boy’s cock. She pulled on her discarded underwear and unzipped the holdall, the sounds of slurping and groaning from the bed making her feel nauseous.

She pulled out a Sig Sauer and found the bullets, loading it, then moved to the head of the bed, pointing it at Patrick’s face.

His breathing got faster and deeper as Heather’s head bobbed faster. He started saying, ‘Oh baby, oh baby,’ and Angelica positioned her free hand on the back of the blindfold.

As he came in Heather’s mouth, Angelica whipped off the blindfold, allowing him a moment to realize it had been Heather who was going down on him. Then she shot him in the face.

They drove home in near silence.

At one point, after looking like she had been desperate to speak for an hour, Heather said, ‘Have I displeased you?’

Angelica shook her head. ‘No, Sister. You did well. But … let’s not tell the other Sisters about this.’

‘OK.’

Angelica turned to look out the window. It was of no import, of course. It made no difference to their great plans. But right now she wanted Heather away from her. Miles away. Just until the memory had time to go cold.

14

‘Everyone in the lab in twenty minutes.’

Nobody was going to disobey the famous Glenn Kolosine. Kate and the rest of the team rose as one from their seats at the breakfast table, leaving their food half-eaten, taking a final gulp of their coffees. Annie led them all up to the first floor of the building, where Kolosine was waiting in front of a steel door.

He produced a swipe card, opened the door with it, and ushered them through into a changing room.

Kate was relieved to find individual cubicles. She stripped, stowed her civilian clothes in a locker and emerged into a small antechamber where a biosafety suit was waiting for her. The suit was state-of-the-art: lightweight, with a large, clear visor, and in-built radio so the scientists could communicate with each other, pressing a numbered button on a pad to control which other team member they wanted to talk to. By the time she had suited up and emerged into a short corridor that led to the lab, all the irritation that crawled beneath her skin had vanished, leaving behind a calm determination and a different kind of itch: the need to know, to solve the problem, that burning curiosity that all good scientists feel.

Junko emerged from her changing cubicle and smiled at Kate from behind the mask of her helmet, which was stamped with the number 6. Kate was number 3.

Junko’s voice emerged through a speaker beside Kate’s left ear. ‘Are you OK?’

Kate found number 6 on her communication pad and pressed it.

‘Yes, I’m—’ she began, but her words were drowned out by a roar of noise, the
whomp-whomp
of a helicopter descending on the building, so close by that it sounded as if it was going to land in the room with them. The others – Annie, Chip and the two lab technicians whose names Kate couldn’t remember – emerged from the cubicles and stood beside them, waiting for Kolosine. Kate recognised the light in their eyes, the suppressed excitement. The rush of noise from outside dropped away and before anyone could speak, Kolosine emerged, his hairy face inside the mask reminding Kate of a hamster in a ball, minus the cuteness. His voice blasted into the helmets of every team member.

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