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 ________________________________ This is a story about a sexual FANTASY
written for consenting adults.  If you're not both of those, don't read it.
Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to.  In
real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do
get sick and die.  You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional
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Scifi, caution) (C)Copyright 2004 - Shakes Peer2B
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   Many thanks to Rex Praedo <corsair@dancris.com> for suggesting the
scenario for this chapter, and for pointing out the flaws in my first
attempt!  ________

   Fortunately for me, Sun/Jun and Mei/Wei enjoyed sex with their
counterparts as much as with me!  With each girl having three possible
partners with whom they didn't share a mind, I didn't wind up as a fuck toy
for four very horny ladies, as I had feared I might.  I still got my share
of attention, but it was kept to a tolerable (actually, a very
enjoyable...!) level.

   For the week following Sun/Jun's joining our team, we were busy planning
the trip to the convention center and my survival up to the moment when the
plans were handed over to the lucky winner.  Today, the day of the
announcement, would be the most dangerous day of my life.  My enemies knew
it was coming down to the wire.  They knew I had to leave my little
fortress in the Palo Alto suburbs, and they knew where I was going. 
Furthermore, they knew, within a few hours, when I would have to make the
journey.

   This was far too much information for the opposition to have, but it
couldn't be helped, so I maxed out my personal credit to hire some
additional help, while we worked on changing our strategy.

   Mei was just wrapping up the briefing for the hired drivers as I entered
our impromptu conference room, while Wei went over the rented limos with a
fine-toothed comb AND some pretty sophisticated electronics.  The four
limos were in a tent in the back yard that was serving as our garage for
this exercise.  The drivers were hired security guys who had done this kind
of work before.

   "We will be in number three, with Mr.  Hastings.  We will take this
route..." she pointed to the green line that traced across the Dumbarton
Bridge, and onto Highway 880 then onto Tasman on the projected map, "the
rest of you know which routes you will take.  These limos are armored, but
the opposition will be prepared for that, so be alert.  Fight, flight or
surrender: that is up to your judgement.  Just drive your route until you
are attacked or reach the convention center, and your contract is
fulfilled. Any questions?"
"Yeah," one of the liveried security guys said, "how do we collect if

you're all dead?"

   "In that case," Mei answered, "the payments will be made automatically
from Mr.  Hastings bank one week from today.  If we don't stop them, they
go out.  We will only stop them if we survive and discover that you haven't
done what you were hired for.  Beware, though!  The five of us are VERY
hard to kill.  If you want your money, don't count on our deaths to get it.
If even one of us survives, we will stop payment to anyone who hasn't
driven his route, is that clear?"

   They all nodded.

   "Oh, and one other thing:" Sun continued, "If we find that any of you
have disclosed these plans to our opposition, you'd better HOPE they get
all of us, because if any of us survives, you won't!"

   That sort of talk would only discourage the faint of heart, of whom
there weren't many in this game, but it was expected.

   Three hours before time for the announcement, we all filed out to the
tent where the limos waited.  Mei, Wei, and I climbed into number three,
the rear limo at the far side of the tent.  Wei triggered the intercom and
spoke to the driver.

   "We will be leaving you now.  This vehicle has a number of sensors
installed, including a GPS position monitor.  Should you make an
unscheduled stop or deviate from the planned route, we shall know.  Do not
open any of the doors or windows, as we will know.  Any attempt to
communicate by electronic means will also be detected.  If any of these
things happen before you reach the convention center or are attacked, your
contract will be instantly terminated by the explosive device installed on
the bottom of the vehicle.  Is that clear?"

   I could see the driver swallowing hard in the rearview mirror but he
answered, "Yeah, it's clear."

   As soon as number one pulled out, Mei, Wei, and I slipped out the far
door of the limo and concealed ourselves behind the bags that had held the
tent fabric.  The girls had stored them there for just that purpose.

   Mei and Wei had searched the drivers and the limos and confiscated
anything that could be used as a communication device, but such things are
too easy to conceal, and we weren't taking any chances.  It was a good bet
that someone would have gotten to at least one of the guys we hired.

   As soon as number four limo slid through the tent flaps, we made our way
back into the house, staying low and moving quickly.

   Mei spoke into a walkie-talkie.  "Go!"

   Jun and Sun, already at the convention center, had verified that all the
bidders and my company's accountant were in the conference room, and that
they were as free of weapons and communication devices as a thorough pat
down and electronic sweep could make them.  We had chosen the room at the
last minute, and for a particular reason.  It had a service door that
didn't let out into the main hallways.  If things were going according to
plan, the girls would now be shepherding the bidders to a delivery van
backed up to the service entrance.

   Hopefully, the opposition was watching for me to come to them, and
wouldn't notice an innocuous delivery van leaving the premises.

   Mei monitored Sun/Jun's progress while Wei tracked the four limos.

   As the delivery van traversed the Highway 237 undercrossing, it stopped,
and the bidders were quickly transferred to another van parked there.  The
delivery van's driver was paid and told to return to his company.

   Half an hour later, the new van pulled up to the creekbed opposite the
outlet to the storm drain that led to my escape tunnel.  Quickly herding
the bidders into the storm drain, the girls politely but firmly refused
demands to know where they were going.  We went to the basement to welcome
them.  The telltales showed the booby traps being de-activated, and Jun
soon emerged from the escape tunnel followed by a gaggle of business-suited
individuals, each wearing the required identification badge - some looking
more than a little upset by the change of plan and venue.

   No sooner had Sun joined them than Wei, looking at a handheld monitor,
said "Someone has triggered an electronic signalling device."

   Sun and Jun, with their own monitors in hand started circulating amongst
the bidders.  Jun stopped in front of the Japanese bidder, saying, "This
one."

   I wasn't worried about the signal getting out.  We had chosen to meet
them in the basement precisely because it was rigged with a faraday cage
and jamming devices that allowed only pre-wired communications to get out,
but a person who would do this had something else in mind, and we wanted it
and him stopped here.  In our planning, it stood to reason that my presence
would be the impetus that triggered any attempts to communicate, which is
why I had to be present, despite the danger.

   Sun quietly moved the remaining bidders into one corner as Jun held out
her hand for the device.  Quicker than I could see, even taking Jun by
surprise, the Japanese bidder, whose nametag identified him as a Mr. 
Hashimoto, was behind the diminutive chinese girl, holding her with one arm
while the other hand held a slender, non-metallic dagger a fraction of an
inch from her eye.

   Sun said something in the private dialect she and Jun shared with Mei
and Wei - the language I had originally mistaken for Mandarin.  Wei, who
was closest to me spoke in a whisper.  "He is like us!  Sun will assist her
sister, we must move back."

   Mr.  Hashimoto said calmly, "Hand over the plans and I will release your
little toy here unharmed."

   I smiled, and, just as calmly, I hoped, answered as the girls had
trained me to do, though my heart was pounding with fear for Jun, "You
misunderstand our relationship.  That is one of my bodyguards.  She makes
sacrifices for me, not the other way around!"

   "This one?" he scoffed, "A bodyguard?  Ha!  I could break her in half
with one hand!"

   Wei and I exchanged glances, and I hoped what I read there was right.  I
answered, "You have been engineered by your masters for the work that you
do.  These ladies were engineered to be bodyguards.  What chance does one
of you have against four of them?"

   "Impossible!" Hashimoto replied, "Our scientists proved that females
could not be engineered with enough strength and stamina for such work!"

   Well, I could have disabused him of that notion, but I guessed the
dialog had reached the limits of its productivity, so I quit while he was
still unbelieving, for whatever advantage his disbelief might give the
girls.  I shrugged and stepped back against the wall, Wei in front of me,
Mei riding herd on the bidders.

   Once she deemed me to be out of harm's way, Jun flexed her calf muscles,
driving her body upward with her toes, and slamming her head backward. 
Hashimoto's nose flowered with blood as did Jun's cheek where the sharp
blade of the knife had sliced it down to her chin before her upthrust hand
knocked her captor's away.  Meanwhile, in a single fluid motion, Sun had
flicked out an extendable baton and set about attacking the Japanese man
with such ferocity that he had no choice but to release Jun.  In
desperation, he threw the knife in my direction, but Wei was much too quick
and caught it by the handle as it streaked toward her.  If she had missed,
it would have embedded itself in her body.

   From somewhere in his clothing Hashimoto produced a collapsible baton
similar to Sun's.  Jun's flicked out at the same instant as his, and the
dance that ensued was almost a thing of beauty.  Totally silent, in a
confined space, only the clacking of batons as they were swung and parried,
and the occasional thud or crack as one struck flesh.

   I could see little more than the ebb and flow and the intricate footwork
that accompanied the actual battle, but even though he had a slight reach
and strength advantage, it was clear that the Japanese warrior could not
long defend himself against the synchronized attacks of the two chinese
ladies.  Sometimes they attacked together, sometimes from opposite or
offset angles.  Sometimes their attacks were simultaneous, at other times
they hit him one after another, so fast that not even his super reflexes
could counter them.

   Finally, Hashimoto had been struck so hard, so often, that even his
superior constitution could no longer sustain him.  He stopped, dropped his
wand to the floor, and with the last of his strength, bowed once to Sun and
once to Jun, then fell to his knees, ripping open the front of his shirt.
He held out his hand in supplication to Wei, and I watched in wonder as she
tossed him back his knife, warily positioning herself in front of me, just
in case.

   With no more sound than a low grunt, he inserted the ceramic blade into
the left side of his abdomen, just below the rib cage, jerked the sharp
blade downward, then across his body, ending with an upward cut on the
right side.  Sun had gone to one of the weapons lockers in the basement,
and returned with a heavy bladed sword.

   Hashimoto gave her a pained nod and bent his head forward.  Sun's aim
was true and her blade sharp.  She made a perfect daki-kubi cut.  The
assembled bidders gasped as Hashimoto's head sagged forward onto his chest,
hanging by a strip of flesh, and blood fountained from his neck.  This is
not Chinese tradition, but I was discovering that my girls were well versed
in warrior lore from all over the globe.

   "What did you do that for?" one of the assemblage cried.

   Sun looked coolly at the speaker, wiping blood from her blade with
Hashimoto's torn shirt, and said.  "He was a valiant warrior.  He deserved
a warrior's death."

   Without further ado, the girls hustled the bidders up the stairs to my
dining room which would serve as our conference room for the occasion.  Not
standing on ceremony, I motioned my slightly green-complexioned accountant
forward and took the envelope from his hand.  I broke the seal and looked
at the tally sheet within.

   The winner was the US Defense and Intelligence consortium.  They had
accomplished the impossible and agreed to pool their budgets for this
purchase.  My mouth quirked in a lopsided smile as I noted that the winning
bid was EXACTLY $1,000 greater than the next highest bid.

   Looking at the US bidder, I said, "Well!  THAT was lucky!"

   He didn't bother asking what I was talking about, but his own lopsided
grin lifted a corner of his mouth briefly.  I didn't really care how he had
known the amount of the next highest bid, or that it WAS the next highest
bid.  At least his people hadn't killed me to get the plans.

   Mei handed him a cell phone and a piece of paper.  He made a call that
consisted of about three words and the number from the scrap of paper,
repeated for clarity.  Wei, beside me with a laptop, counted to thirty
after he hung up before hitting 'Return' on the URL she had typed in.  I
watched the screen paint itself and read the bottom line as it came up:
'Balance: $0.00'.
My heart thudded in my chest as she counted to thirty again, and hit
'Refresh'.  This time the balance line read: '$750,000,001,000.00'. 
Exactly the figure on the paper before me.  Elation flooded through me, and
it was all I could do to keep from leaping onto the table and vigorously
pumping my fist.  Jun hit the button that triggered a pre-programmed series
of transfers to six other accounts, just in case the feds changed their
minds.  I used the techniques Mei and Wei had taught me for panic attacks
to try to calm my emotions as I waited.  When Wei nodded at me, indicating
the other accounts were in good shape, I began unstrapping the briefcase

from my body.

   Wei entered her combination on one of the locks, then Mei entered hers.
Each girl removed a key from around her neck and inserted it in her lock.
Each placing a hand on the contact plate near her lock, at EXACTLY the same
instant, the girls turned their keys clockwise.  This was one of the
beauties of Bob's design for the case.  The contact plates were connected
with the locks and ensured that two people had to turn the keys.  Only a
pair like Sun/Jun or Mei/Wei could have turned those keys simultaneously.

   I removed the thick sheaf of paper from the case and signed the release
on the top sheet, handing it to Mr.  Shannon - the winning bidder.  He
signed his acceptance, handed me back one copy of the release, then held up
the cell phone that was still in his hand and asked, "May I?"

   "You may, or, we can work out a lease agreement for a couple of my
bodyguards!" I replied.

   He looked at Mei and Wei, and then at Sun and Jun and said, "That's
tempting, but my bosses would be concerned...  You understand."

   "Sure.  Those plans are your responsibility now.  You take care of them
any way you see fit." I said, "I'm glad to be rid of them!"

   My girls surrounded me as the house filled with armed, suited men
wearing earpieces.  One of them helped Shannon seal the documents in his
own case, cuffed to his wrist with only about a foot of chain, then,
whispering into their sleeves, they escorted him toward the door._

   He paused as he passed near me.  "My superiors are impressed that you
were not only able to keep possession of these, but to survive the effort,
as well.  We may be around to talk to you about having your company
manufacture the devices."

   "Doesn't that sort of contract have to go out for public bids?" I asked.

   He shook his head.  "Not something like this.  Too sensitive.  You've
got a proven track record of security under extreme circumstances.  They
like that.  They also like the fact that you already know the product."

   With that, he nodded, and his entourage started off again, once more
talking into their sleeves.  As a courtesy, I kept the other bidders in my
dining room for another half hour, serving them refreshments and thanking
them for making it an interesting challenge.

   Once all were gone, I turned my attention to Sun and Jun.  Sun had
already stitched up and bandaged the cut on Jun's face, so it was no longer
bleeding.  Each had a number of bruises and would be sore by tomorrow, but
I turned to Mei and asked her to bring the car around so we could get Jun
to the doctor.  "I want to get them working on that so they can try to make
it heal without a scar!"

   Suddenly, I felt as if I was in Antarctica!  All four girls looked at me
as if I had walked on their mothers' graves!

   "What have I done to displease you so, Steve?" Jun asked, her voice
quivering.

   "Displease me?!" I replied, "Nothing at all, Jun!  You have pleased me
greatly!"

   "Then why would you deny me my scar?" she almost cried.

   Taken aback, I searched the faces of the others for some clue.  Finally,
Wei came to my rescue.

   "You must understand, Steve," she said softly, her own voice trembling,
"guarding you is our life!  To have taken an injury in that service is the
greatest of honors!  Jun would wear that scar proudly as a badge of honor.
Please do not deny her that!"

   "Of course she may keep the scar!" I said, aghast, "I only thought to
preserve her beauty, thinking that is what she would want!"

   Jun spoke softly, "Is that what you want, Steve?"

   I looked deeply into her eyes and said, from my heart, "After today, no
physical disfigurement could make you less beautiful to me, Jun.  You keep
your scar, and I will keep its meaning in my heart."

   I kissed her tenderly, trying not to put pressure on the cut.  Her
small, eager body pressed against mine, and I felt her erection growing
between us!  My own answered, but I pulled reluctantly away.

   "Ladies," I said, looking around at them, "we have been cooped up in
this dump for longer than I care to contemplate.  If you can control your
libidoes for just a few hours longer, I would love to treat you to a
sumptuous dinner before we embark on an evening of lust and debauchery!"

   The twins chattered like schoolgirls as we made ready for a night on the
town.  They had no formal wear, but with my newfound wealth, that was no
impediment.  Within an hour, Saks, Nordstrom, Gucci, and god knows who all
else, had sent truckloads of clothing and overeager sales people to get the
girls properly fitted out for a night on the town.  There was many a
shocked expression when they found out that not only were the girls not
quite entirely girls, but that the clothing had to fit over and allow easy
access to, a variety of weapons and harnesses.  They got over it quickly,
and those who didn't found themselves hustled out the door.  The sizes of
the checks I wrote that night would have given me a heart attack twenty
four hours earlier.  Now they felt like pocket change.

   I left them to their preparations as I called the Japanese Embassy and
had them send someone for the body of their assassin.  I didn't like
dealing politely with people who had just tried to kill me, but it was
quieter and neater than dealing with the police.  They were curious as to
why he had committed seppuku in my basement, but when we declined to
comment, they quietly bagged up the body and took it away.

   Naturally, the word of my record-breaking deal had leaked out.  The
restaurant staff did its best but Mei/Wei and Sun/Jun still had to fend off
a few photographers and curiousity seekers.  When we finally found
ourselves alone in a private dining room, with only the discreet stares of
the staff to contend with, I looked around at the four lovely ladies
sharing my evening and thought "What a lucky bastard you turned out to be,
Hastings!"

   As the orgy started that evening, I made sure that my first act was to
give Jun a long, slow, buildup with gentle fingering, cunnilingus,
analingus, and down and dirty cock-sucking.  When I had held her on the
edge long enough, I buried her long slender cock deep in my throat, and
hummed and moaned around it while fingering her G-spot, until she blasted
her load deep inside me, her pale, slender fingers digging into my scalp as
she came and came.  On her second pulse, I raised my head and caught the
remainder of her eruption in my mouth, letting her watch me swallow it,
before I sank once more down her full length to wrench the last little
spasms from her.

   "Oh, God!" she whispered, "Thank you, Steve!"

   I kissed her again, and whispered, "No, thank you!"

   As I pulled away from her, I looked around for Sun.  To my surprise, the
other three had been watching me with Jun instead of starting their own
action.  When I turned, they burst into good-natured applause.  What could
I do?  I took my bows, then led Sun off to another corner of the big bed
while Mei and Wei started in on Jun.

   Mindful of her bruises, I made gentle love to Sun.  She knelt above my
head and fed me her pussy and dripping cock, and I devoured them eagerly.
She mounted my rampant erection and rode me for several minutes while I
jacked her off, before pushing my ankles back to my ears and taking me
slowly, gently.  Her climax was almost tender, as she pumped load after
load into my welcoming colon.

   She too, whispered, "Thank you, Steve."

   To which I answered, "No, Sun.  Thank YOU!"

   I still had not cum when Mei and Wei teamed up on me while Jun and Sun
watched, fingering themself (not a typo).  Wei attacked my sensitive
nipples as Mei devoured my rampant cock.  I tried to get them to turn so I
could pleasure one or the other of them, but they were having none of it!
For an eternity, they played my body like a concerto, but never quite
seemed to reach that final crescendo.  I sweated and moaned and thrust and
groaned under their ministrations, but was never allowed to plunge over the
edge.  When they finally deemed me worthy of it, Mei lay face down, her
sweet little ass raised in invitation.

   "We know how you want to finish, Steven." She whispered over her
shoulder.  "Fuck my little Chinese ass!  Fuck it good!"

   Nothing loathe, I slipped in as gently as I could, well lubricated by
their earlier attentions, and Mei moaned and pushed upward to seat me
fully, as Wei made her own entry into my eager, open tunnel.

   Several weeks ago, this would have seemed among the strangest acts in
the world for me, but as Wei screwed my ass long and deep, driving my cock
deep into her sister's little white butt, I felt that I was where I
belonged!  My climax into Mei's tight little colon as her sister unloaded
blast after blast of hot lava into mine, seemed secondary to the
contentment I felt in the loving embrace of my beautiful bodyguards