The Adventures of Grave 4, page 8
“Of course you would,” I didn’t argue with her. “But I don’t get that vibe from her at all,” I stated, but she wasn’t listening.
“So, I’m taking the initiative and making this my thing,” her hands moved south and found my belt.
“Random blowjob girl?” the beast in me practically purred in delight.
“Yeah. If you want it sucked, find me day or night. My mouth is your personal cum dumpster,” her evil grin was back. “Unless . . . you have a problem with that?” her hands froze.
“No,” I absolutely did not. “Please, go right ahead,” I grinned at her, leaned back, and placed my hands behind my head. I was totally down for some modified road head, so of course my phone started to vibrate annoyingly against my hip. I ignored it in favor of watching Ramona finish getting my belt undone and move on to my zipper, but it started to vibrate again.
“Get it,” Ramona grinned as she finished unzipping me and grabbed my hardening length. “Take the call while I suck your dick. Maybe they’ll hear me gag on it.”
There was only one right move after a statement like that. I took the call as she slid me into her mouth. Too bad this was the first time I’d tried to talk on the phone and get sucked off at the same time. If a girl knew what they were doing, it wasn’t as easy as it seemed. And it seemed fucking awesome. I nearly dropped the phone as she pulled me back out from her warm lips, pulled her top down, let her tits pop out, and wrapped them around my cock before going back to working my tip like a pro. BJ and titty fuck . . . life was good.
“Hello,” I fought back a groan as her saliva lubricated me and she jiggled her double D’s along my length.
“Good morning, Mr. O’Shea. This is Cynthia calling from First National Bank. I hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time.”
“No.” This was the exact opposite. Best time ever.
“Excellent. I’m calling because we had an issue with a recent deposit we received from you and need you to come in to speak with me personally,” those words hit me right in the balls, and not the way Ramona was currently fondling them.
“What’s the issue?” I cursed the universe for ruining the moment.
Ramona seemed to sense my distress and made up for it by deepthroating me. That calmed me down as endorphins flooded my brain and I flooded her windpipe.
“I can’t speak about it over the phone due to financial regulations, Mr. O’Shea. But if you could stop by at your earliest convenience it would be greatly appreciated,” she sounded contrite, like any good manager reporting a problem should.
I tried very hard not to groan as I pinned Ramona’s lips to my groin for several seconds before I let her come back up for air. “I’m on my way. Thank you for the call,” I hung up and reached around Ramona to bang on the divider.
“Yes,” Stheno rolled it down, only to sigh dramatically at the sight of Ramona with her head in my lap.
“Change of plans. Head to First National Bank. I’ve got some business to attend to.”
Ramona’s moan vibrated around my length to remind me I had some current pressing business. Speaking of pressing, she turned her head to look at me and my cockhead bulged against her cheek. I didn’t need to ask Stheno to put the divider back up. I was sure the employees of Gorgon Security were also used to the rich and famous fucking in the back of their rides. I greatly appreciated the lack of judgment from the former fed.
What happened next was probably awkward for the morning rush hour around us. The windows were blacked out so no one aside from a Neohuman could see in, but the SUV shocks getting a workout was kind of hard to miss. Ramona was determined to cement her status as the best BJ of the group, and it was also a great way for her to work out her frustration about what happened with her mother. As an A-Class Neohuman, when she gave angry head, it was noticeable. Hell, it even got a few honks of encouragement from our fellow commuters. That was Arch City for you.
By the time we pulled up to First National, sans the rude construction crew – damn they worked fast – Ramona was already zipping my pants back up and wiping away some of the leftovers from the corner of her mouth. Of course she swallowed. We weren’t animals. I wasn’t going to leave a total mess in the back of Stheno’s SUV even if she was used to people banging it out in there.
“Wait here,” I ordered Ramona and waved off Stheno when she tried to get out and escort me. “This should only take a second.” The big blonde pouted, but after the workout, she could use a minute to fix her hair and adjust her top.
Sure enough, Cynthia was waiting for me at the door and led me back to her office without a word. I had a hunch what the emergency phone call was about, and it wasn’t something you talked about in public. She shut the door behind me, drew the drapes, and hit whatever technological and magical anti-surveillance trappings she’d installed.
“We have a problem,” she got right to it.
“I assumed so when you didn’t ask for a spanking,” I took a seat as I watched her shiver in delight at a memory from last night.
“I deposited your money and sent it out first thing this morning. Everything went perfectly on my end until I got a call from my contact in Bordertown. They want to sit down before they wash the money and send it back. She said it’s nonnegotiable.”
By they, she meant the international financiers that would move my money through their banking system and then back into the US. It was an unfortunate but necessary part of the money laundering process.
“Shit,” I grumbled. I planned to make the trip at some point, but not this soon. “I’m busy tonight. When do they want us there?” I asked.
Until I got the clean money back, I couldn’t use it for anything legitimate, and I needed clean money for what I was setting up with Celeste. Not to mention this was a meager million. I had another forty-nine sitting in Gabi’s lab and billions in Pack’s vaults. I needed to fix this, and I wasn’t willing to have my plans delayed.
“The sooner the better. They’re going to freeze it until we meet them and the longer they hold it the more attention it will attract. I’m sorry, Marcus, I . . .” she snapped her mouth shut when I held up a finger.
“Tomorrow or the day after,” I decided. “The question is, how do we get there?” I turned to her.
From the rundown I’d gotten from Gabi and Ramona after I resurrected, there was little to no travel between the UCSA’s city-states. Trade was handled by the suped-up Department of Transportation. Apparently, they got in more fights than the Army, so I got a very wild-west feel about everything that went on in the Wilds. I knew from experience there were monsters that Neohumans known as splicers put together like genetic jigsaw puzzles and released into the world for shits and giggles. Some of the big-name splicers like Chimera Ph.D. released city killers that made Godzilla look like a bitch and took A or S-class Neohumans to take them down. Hell, even the rando dude we met in his secret hideout by the lake created one hell of a mutant badger. Too bad I killed him. It would have been nice to know why anyone would want to make a giant badger.
After the monsters, there were all the humans who didn’t congregate in the cities during the Bad Times. These people made preppers look like pussies and had carved out their own little fiefs and acted as warlords who answered to no one. Since they still existed with the likes of Ranger, Miss Marvelous, and Dr. Jones being all heroic, I assumed they were no joke.
From what Gabi and Ramona said, it was anything goes out there. Therians thought they had it bad in the city. Out in the Wilds, one of my subjects would likely be enslaved and used for whatever their new owner wanted. Strength was the only law in the Wilds.
“At least I have a backup plan if everything goes to hell,” I considered going native out in the Wilds. They didn’t get much stronger than me.
With all of that in mind, I looked to the woman who’d actually been alive for the last couple of decades and knew a lot more about this than me.
“The first option is to take one of the DOT trains. They’ve got one coming in tomorrow that will get unloaded and turn right back around to make a run through the other city-states,” she frowned.
“I take it that’s the worst option,” I replied.
“Yeah,” she nodded. “Not only will it take a week or two to get to Bordertown, but that assumes we make it there at all. They’ve lost two trains so far this year and I don’t want some A-Class warlord making me his personal fleshlight,” she glared.
“Hey,” I reached over the desk and grabbed her chin forcefully. “I won’t let that happen. You’re mine,” the beast rumbled as she practically melted in my fingers.
“Yes,” she sounded breathless despite just sitting there. “But we still can’t take the chance,” she gave herself a shake, pulled herself together, and had to pat the sleeve of her blouse where a little spontaneous combustion singed the lightweight fabric.
I made a mental note that when Cynthia got hot, she got hot. That could be fun to play around with. “Damnit, Ramona,” after the car BJ and TJ, she had me revved up now.
“The other option is on one of Dr. Jones’s fleet of drones,” she continued.
“Like the little surveillance ones I see floating around town?” I frowned.
“No, he’s got ones the size of the old passenger aircraft that were around before the Bad Times. They can fit a hundred people plus baggage or be rented out to ferry around cargo. Mostly, I think he uses them as a tax write-off to help finance his super-secret projects. We have an account of his here. It’s massive and I know the government tries to get every cent they can out of him.”
“Everyone tries to cheat on their taxes, even the heroes,” I chuckled.
“I assume there is a downside.” I’d flown a couple times when my old employer wanted me to check on some of our organization’s interests in other cities, but never as far as the West Coast. Still, we’d get to Bordertown in a couple hours.
“There are still dangers involved. We’ll have to sign waivers with Jones Labs and pay a hefty fee, but most importantly, there will be a record of our travel. When washing seven figures, we want to fly under the radar if possible.”
I nodded. That was a good point. I was already involved in Ranger and Miss Marvelous’s lives to some degree or another. I didn’t want to add the good Doctor to the list as well. From my experiences with Gabi, I knew the threat of a mad scientist might be greater than the other two Neohumans. He could pick up on stuff normal people missed. Connect seemingly unconnected dots and unearth things that were better left buried.
“What’s our best option?” I decided to skip to the end of the spiel.
“Teleportation,” she stated. “There are plenty of lower-class Neohumans who make a good living off it. There is a minimal chance of loss of life or limb, but it still makes a record of our travel. This time it’s with the DOT and not Jones Labs, which wouldn’t necessarily be a good thing. It’ll get filed in the bureaucratic shuffle, but if someone digs, it’ll be there as a matter of public record.”
“In other words, there are no good options,” my mood soured. It wasn’t Cynthia’s fault. That was just how the world worked.
“Actually, for the travel,” she bit her lower lip as she looked at me. “I was hoping you’d know someone.”
“Me?” I feigned surprise.
Despite everything we’d engaged in – financially and sexually – I still needed to remember that she didn’t know I was Grave and play my part appropriately. The fact she thought I might be able to handle the travel actually had me on guard a little. Despite me putting on the helmet and plowing her, I didn’t think she was ready to know the dude who’d knocked her out and robbed her bank was the same guy who creampied her.
“You gave me a million dollars to clean like it was nothing. You obviously have criminal contacts. No judgment,” she raised her hands, which was appropriate considering she was a criminal too. Hell, most people would say that about bankers even if she wasn’t laundering my money. “I thought you might have someone you could contact so we can do this all under the table.”
My mind immediately went to Yume. She’d done teleportation work for me before. I was sure she could do it again, but there was a pretty big difference between shooting across town and across the country. Maybe if we engaged in a particularly vigorous training session, I’d be able to make the leap myself. As cool as that would be, I didn’t get my hopes up.
“I might have a contact I can use,” I kept it vague. “Get back with the other banker and tell them our timeframe.”
“I will,” she stood and walked around the desk. From the way her hips swayed, I could tell something was up.
“Now, before you go,” she bit her lip as she leaned over the desktop so her ass popped out under her tight business skirt. “You said something about a spanking.”
Chapter 6
“Wow,” my hand was still a little sore as Stheno dropped us off at the riverbank across from the Arch.
Cynthia really had a punishment kink. Good thing her anti-intrusion tech was good enough to muffle the smacks. Despite that, she wouldn’t be sitting down so well until she had time to heal. I hope she didn’t have any meetings scheduled.
“It’s not as cool as it looks,” Ramona glowered up at the Arch that sat on an island in the middle of the mighty Mississippi.
That was different from when I lived in St. Louis. The Arch was on one of the banks, but apparently, the Bad Times did more than kill off half of humanity. It changed the geological makeup of the world a little here and a little there. Here, the river flooded and took parts of the old city with it. Also, the Arch I used to know didn’t have a military base set up around it or futuristic weaponry mounted along its curve. Even as I watched, a helicopter rose up from a helipad to speed some fed away to some hotspot area. The whole area sure as shit wasn’t a tourist attraction anymore.
“Sure it’s not,” I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her into my side.
The big blonde was in a good mood after she got me off. A blow job well done would do that for a woman, but the closer we got to her next appointment, the more her mood fouled. I understood. No one wanted to be reminded of one of the worst moments of their life, and how the city kept its boot on her neck ever since. I could practically see her remembering being escorted in by Ranger himself after she kicked the crap out of that other college student. Seeing her parole officer and being reminded of her status in society wasn’t conducive to a positive mindset, and I needed Ramona to be positive. A negative Ramona was not good for anyone.
“Hey,” I turned her so we were face to face, pulled her close, and dropped my voice to a whisper. “How about after we get this over with, we go do a little training and then kill some gangbanger assholes. Sound like fun?”
“Oh, you old snake charmer you. You take a girl on the best dates,” I turned her frown upside down and she pecked me on the cheek. “But ixnay on the muderay, it’s about to open,” she nodded toward the water.
Since we arrived, I was thinking about how we were going to get across. There were clearly a lot of people waiting for the opportunity and it didn’t make sense to have it be a hassle to get everyone on and off base multiple times a day. The Arch might be a military installation, but it operated on a budget. Now that I ran my own large criminal enterprise, I was beginning to learn of the hellscape that was budgets and balance sheets. Jess was already trying to nail down a meeting to go over the rest of the vault results and the various crews’ expenditures. I was doing everything in my power to avoid it. I’d much rather be around town throwing down with people threatening me and mine rather than sitting behind a desk doing math. I hated math.
Instead, I scanned for a ferry or something capable of transporting the hundred or so people gathered on the shore but didn’t spot anything. Maybe they had one of those big helicopters take people over?
No sooner did I think that than a small rumble went through the ground. My eyes widened as I looked around at everyone else. In this world, it could be anything. Neohumans fighting. A monster attack. Mole people tunneling up from the center of the earth. They could be real!
When I saw everyone take it all in stride, I calmed down. This was what Ramona meant when she said it would open soon. Sure enough, a second later a walkway the size of a two-lane road started to rise out of the Mississippi and connect the shore with the military base.
“Not as cool as I thought it would be,” I lied to make her feel better. It was pretty cool.
“The cavity searches won’t be fun either,” she deadpanned as everyone started to move down the walkway and she pulled me along.
“What?” I yelled as she laughed. At least she was enjoying herself now.
Since this was a military base and not a tourist destination, a queue formed at a checkpoint that wove back and forth like a giant S at the entrance. There, women in camouflage and armed with rifles were checking IDs under the watchful eye of someone I assumed was a Neohuman. Surprisingly, he was a dude and looked to be on the older side. From the way he zipped over when there was a negative beep from one of the scanners, I put my money on speedster.
“I guess I’m going to see how good my ID really is,” I kept my body relaxed and smiled at the soldier who took my ID.
“Reason for your visit?” she asked automatically. For once, she did not seem to be enthralled by the fact a man stood before her. This was one of the few times I wanted a woman distracted by my sex.
“I’m with her,” I pointed at Ramona who was being scanned through next to me. Of course, she got that negative beep too.
