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Archive-name: Book10.txt
Archive-author: Blackie
Archive-title: "By the Book"
Part 10 of 20
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He drove past a car with no one in it.

No, that wasn't right. He looked in his rear view mirror. A man was
steering the car just as normal as day. Bob probed the car with the
talent.

No one was there, well maybe there was a void like blob he couldn't
read. Like the men at the Institute radar site.

Oh my, he thought, this guy is one of them. Is he after me? What do I
do?

Then the other car turned away, down a different street.

Bob sighed relief. Some day soon he'd have to do something about
those creeps.

They scared him more each time he came across their presence.

====

He'd had more trouble with Betty and Randi fighting, well, not
fighting. Perhaps it was just, well, struggling.

Yesterday Betty complained about Randi trying to run the house. She
knew she was allowed to boss Randi around a bit. But she and Randi
were often at odds.

Bob didn't really know what kept the two of them at each other's
throat, but he guessed Betty really wanted to be acknowledged as the
queen of his women.

She was paranoid. She thought the others were going to hurt her some
night. She had no idea this was ridiculous since he controlled them
all. And she kept trying to push everyone else around unless Bob
stepped in with his command over her hidden persona.

Yesterday he got pissed about Betty's paranoia around Randi. He
adjusted her a touch, to actually like Randi. He added a little more
to put Randi in charge when he wasn't around. That ought to
straighten her out.

He had been working in the study. At the back of his mind he picked
up Betty and Randi talking in the bedroom. He got up and walked
towards the bedroom. He slipped to the door to watch.

"You were seeing him for almost 6 months before you let him make
love to you?" Randi's voice came.

"Yeah, he was, just fine, but I didn't want to have sex until I got
married." Randi was helping Betty brush her hair. From time to time
she stroked Betty's back too. "But he convinced me I was wrong. I was
also wrong to want him to myself. That was selfish, I think, I'm not
sure really."

"Maybe you just needed better encouragement." This odd sensation was
what he'd picked up, Randi was radiating desire. Betty, without the
unreasoned fear she'd had up until yesterday, was responding a little
to thipples through since neither had bras on.
Stockings were part of the uniform of the house, along with high
heels which he knew could not only get uncomfortable, but made some
chores a bit difficult.

But they liked wearing them around him, he'd made certain of that. He
liked to see the curves their legs had with the high heels on.

"What do you mean?"

"A man like Bob is unique. He's skilled in bed like I've never felt
with a man. He sometimes turns me on frantically, just by looking in
my direction. I've no idea how it happens to me. Before him, the only
satisfaction I ever got was from other girls."

Bob knew this, but didn't really want her to lose that innate quality.
He enjoyed being her only 'man'. Again he felt personal power no
other man could really have.

"Really?" By now the hair brush was laid aside. Randi worked her
hands in circles on Betty's shoulders. "I don't like the idea of
women with women. It's wrong."

"Oh?" Randi was now smiling, since she could sense the woman under her
hands was responding to the gentle passes she made along her torso.

"Yep. My mother told me," and Betty looked a little odd for a moment,
"I'm having trouble remembering some of the things mother said
lately."

Randi, worked her arms around to Betty's stomach. Her red fingernail
tipped fingers rubbing the muscles of the other girl's abdomen.

"Well, his technique is unusual, I'm certain he's responsible for
whatever when he gives me Fran from time to time. I get such
incredible satisfaction from it. I'm not fond of men. But he's not the
same, different somehow. Its good with him."

"I see," said Betty, her voice beginning to waver. Randi had worked up
to cupping her breasts, and although she believed this should not be
good, she felt light tingles of excitement circle the firm flesh.

Bob could feel Betty's anxiousness, and mild curiosity. Her head
tilted forward, the eyes fluttering from the mildly arousing massage.

Randi took the bold step of cupping up until her fingers could clasp
the nipples of Betty's breast and roll them.

"No, no Randi, don't do this. I don't want to sleep with you." she
mumbled. Her body betrayed her though, rolling along with the motion
from Randi's gentle administrations. "Oh god, that feels good."

Randi began to kiss her on the neck. Betty leaned her head to the
side, allowing Randi's lips easier access. Goose bumps showed her
excited flesh enjoyed the contact.

"No. I, I can't, I won't."

Randi's fingernails dug into her nipples, lightly, giving her a sharp
jolt of pleasant pain. "Ohhhhh," moaned her voice.

Greedily, enjoying the conquest of the often argumentative woman,
Randi pulled at her breasts, pinching nipples between her thumbs and
forefingers, intermixed with grasping handfuls of the flesh.

Bob reached out to feel what Betty was experiencing. He could feel the
tongue snake into her ear. The heat flowing down towards his groin
from her breasts was prickling his own desires. Her eyes wouldn't stay
open, so he got kaleidoscopic blur of images in the room. His
breathing accelerated to match her pumping lungs.

Randi, holding Betty's left tit's nipple with one hand, reached down
and pulled up Betty's skirt with the other. Here she benefited from
Bob's decision the women were to be available to receive his
attentions at any time.

So Betty was completely available to Randi as well.

Randi slid one of those carefully manicured fingers down the folds of
Betty's cunt. Her middle finger, chosen for the intrusion, found a
moist entryway waiting. Her finger probed within, and Bob felt the
invasion as certainly as Betty.

"God, no, don't do this," she moaned, helpless before the grasp Randi
had on her, "let me go, you, you, bitch!"

Randi was unrelenting, her fingers began working the nub of Betty's
clitoris. Betty was bucking, humping at the finger within her.

"You like this, slut. I may be Bob's whore, but you're just a teasing
little slut and you need to be used."

Bob reached out into Randi's mind, becoming a parasitic observer
within her body. The emotions were intense. He could sense her glee at
conquering the cunt under her fingers. Her own sense of power over
Betty fed his lust of power over both women. He could feeld her.

"Oh god, this is wrong! unnng," Betty's lips formed the words,
contradicting her body. "What will Bob think of me? I, I, please
stop!"

"You silly little slut," answered the dominant woman, "He'll think no
more of you than he does now. You are a slut for his personal use, a
cunt, whose purpose is to relieve his sexual pleasure. What did you
think he kept you around for?"

Betty was lurching with Randi's finger. Randi forced Betty to turn her
head towards her face with her left hand. Betty was gone into the
stage of not caring how she'd been aroused. Randi planted a wet kiss
on the other woman's mouth.

Bob could feel victory in Randi's taking of Betty, a strong flush
sensation, broadly giving Randi at least temporary ownership of
Betty's body. He could feel how tasty and sweet Betty's lips were
through his vicarious tactile touch.

Betty couldn't stop the plunging tongue violating her mouth. She
didn't really want to. The dyke Bob kept around was forcing her into a
lusty orgasm and she couldn't stop her. Any moment now Bob would catch
them and punish her for letting the bitch take her. What could she do?

She entered into the kiss with Passion, with a capital P. The softness
of Randi's mouth was a change from what she'd felt with Bob. The
woman's lips were velvet to her touch, and her own tongue found the
taste simply exciting.

Randi pushed Betty to the bed and lifting the skirt, buried her face
in the lush red tunnel before her. Her tongue entered the dripping
cunt, pushing as far in as possible.

"MMMMYYY GOD!," cried Betty. "oohh don't do that!, no, no, no!"

Betty's pelvis had assumed sine wave properties as she thrust and
ground her cunt into Randi's mouth. She denied the desire for the
attention with every word, but her body was hot, aflame with
excitement, reaching for ecstasy.

Randi slid two fingers into the gyrating woman before her. Her fingers
moved in so easily she pulled them back out and added a third. When
this proved easy as well, she drew her hand out again. Then she
pointed all the fingers together and tried to insert her entire hand.

"NO NO, That will hurt me," squealed the sweaty woman in Randi's eager
grasp. "OHHHH!"

But the all the fingers pushed in to the widest part, the area of
Randi's hand from the last knuckle of her thumb to the heal of her
palm. Betty tried to spread her thighs open even wider than they
already were, whimpering with a combination of joy and pain. With a
sudden bump, the wrist Randi pressed behind her hand slipped into the
red/pink gap.

"AAAAAHHHHHH! YEESSS!" screeched Betty, tears pouring from her eyes.

It was impossible to gauge whether from pain or pleasure from looking
at her. But Bob entered her mind and as Betty, felt wondrously full,
stretched wide, and unbelievably hot. There was also a stretching
pain, and a few poking pains where the invading protrusion was hitting
tender points. But even those pains were stimulating the sex within.

Randi clenched her hand into a fist inside Betty and started to punch
in, out, in, out. Each in motion was answered by a grunt of
surprise/lust from Betty. Each out motion with a gasp, struggling to
gulp down air. Tears continued to stream down the side of her face,
but along with the tears began to come a gasping, begging sound.

"moore, I gotta have mooorre, deeper!"

"Oh love, you look so beautiful with my arm in you."

"oh Randi!, you're giving, !!!aaaah!!!, me the best... oh yes!"

"You're so pretty when stroked."

"Oh, I coming! MORE >ung< MORE!"

Bob could feel the fullness along the open lips of Betty's hot love
canal. She was swinging her arms and head wildly in response to the
brutal invasion.

She screamed out. Coming wrenched her around bodily on the bed.

Randi eased her hand out of Betty carefully. She n.

They stood apart, not associating with each other in any way but their
presence. One, a burly man, wore a turtle-neck sweater, and casual
slacks. The other wore a business suit.

"You lost her." came a voice from a chair behind the desk. It was
deep, undoubtably male. The room was dark, and the face concealed by
the deeper shadows.

"I implanted programming to make her contact us every other week. She
only missed one so far..." answered the man in the business suit.

"I don't care! Anything we can program in, can be programmed out. You
blew it. You lost her. She is gone. An observer should have watched
her all the time."

"It would've made other sparks suspicious," a pause, "Sir."

"Find her!" a fist accented by striking the desk.

"Yes Sir!" turn and depart started.

"Oh, and Tyler," the departing man looked back, "If you don't find
her..."

A moment passed. Heavy in the air were other frightening options.

"I understand sir." the man named Tyler left.

"Jones."

"Sir?"

"He'll fail. I know a failure when I see one. Make all the preliminary
arrangements with Jezabel. Then get another team on it. I want to know
when to pull him."

"Yes sir." and the second man left.

A pair of feet, clad in expensive Italian leather, took up residence
on the edge of the desk. They twitched with impatience.

====
                       _Chapter & Worse_

The airport was crowded.  He'd chosen to fly at rush hour, with all
the business travelers.

This trip was the first he'd made in some time.  His investments were
beginning to pay off well.  The money wasn't exactly piling up, but he
was doing well enough.

This trip would take him to New York.  He planned to find some one to
handle his investments closer to the markets.  No big deal, and he'd be
back tomorrow.

He walked through the security scanner on the way to the gate and
almost froze in his tracks.  By sheer force of will he kept moving.

A probe had slid over his camouflage persona, the construct he
displayed above his thought shield.  The Institute?  Maybe.  If he
stalled now, they'd figure it out for sure.

He walked on to his plane, taking his seat, in coach, along with all
the other passengers.

====

The 'hunters' sniffed a scent on the wind.

"William" said the man with the carrot red hair.

"What is it?"

"Lookee here.  The system made a little hiccup.  If the guy going by
was one of the sensitives it should wail, instead I got this funny
flutter."

William looked at readings charted on the sheet of paper.  Nothing
was out of the ordinary except a sudden twitch on an emissions gauge.
He looked at the power monitor, lifted the automatic logging sheet.

"Here's the problem, Red, power hit must've gotten by the filters."

"Hmmm, probably right."

"Happens, ya know."

They went back to reading newspapers.

Bob's picture remained imposed in black and white on the roll of
paper with all the scan data.  As the paper rolled along for other
scan jobs, it folded neatly into a box by the machinery.

====

Bob's relief was immense as the aircraft settled into the clouds.
Certainly they wouldn't let the plane leave if they knew he was
one of their 'sparks'.

He did a quick snoop on the other passengers.

The cabin was filled with tired, somewhat restless travelers.  They
either wanted to get home, or to their hotels at their destinations.
None of them seemed too anxious about the flight.

Bob settled in himself.  Napping cut the trip time for him.

====

Arrival.  Next time he'd spring for a limo.

He shared a cramped cab from Laguardia with 3 other people.
Not fun, he decided.  Well, not entirely fun.  There was a very
attractive, lithe little blonde going to mid-town with him.

The blonde was willing to talk to him.  Her name was Andy, she told
him.  They arranged to meet at a restaurant she called 'Possible 20'
somewhere in the area of his hotel for a late dinner.  He used skill
of conversation in the cab, not the talent for control.

He checked into the hotel, depositing his clothing in the room by
hanging the garment bag in the closet.  He planned to meet Andy at
8:00 but it was almost that now.

Fortunately, the taxi driver knew exactly where the restaurant was.
He  the front room, but in the rear section of the
place she waved and smiled from a table under a picture of Groucho
Marx. The decor's theme was theater and movies. There were men and
women in suits as well as jeans, an interesting mix.

He smiled and walked over to join her, sitting under Groucho's cigar.

"Hello again."

"You may as well sit.  I ordered coffee for both of us."

As he sat, he opened the menu before him.  The fare was as mixed as the
fashion sense of the customers.  He was pleased at the choices.

"Sorry I'm late, concierge slowed me down in the lobby of the
hotel.  I've only been to New York once before, had a little
trouble getting everything straightened away."

"Its okay.  The restaurant would be empty anyway.  Curtain time has the
crowds under control at the moment.  No one will be here until after
the last act."

"Huh?"

"Theater district is just a little downtown.  The theater crowds will
be busy at the moment.  This place draws some of the theater goers."

"Oh.  I see.  The theaters have that much effect on the crowds?"

"In the evening, yes.  Going to be in the City long?"

"Just tonight and tomorrow this trip."

"Oh dear.  Well we wouldn't want you to leave thinking badly of The
City." The way she said 'The City', he knew she meant it to be all
caps.  He'd met hard core New Yorkers before, but she was a living
example of New York City as center of universe thinking.

He ordered skins, potato skins, the meal on the plane had somehow
irritated his stomach.  She had some kind of sandwich, he didn't pay
attention to what.

She'd changed from the outfit she wore in the cab.  She now wore a
dark sports jacket with elbow patches over a fluffy white blouse,
slim jeans, and flats. Her hair was a bouncy shoulder length, almost
golden blonde.  Her face had high cheeks, a perpetual smile and
almost laughing eyes. He admired her thin tender looking ears as well.

They lost themselves in discussions of international politics for a
time.  Was the economic future of the country dependent on finding an
accommodation with Japan, were the Germans really getting their house
in order, more trivia of interest.  She proved better read on many
topics than he, often bringing in some little piece of information or
another he'd overlooked lately.

"What do you do?" she finally asked.

"I manage my investments."

"Oh? you a broker?"

"No, just found a way to stop working for other people and manage a
portfolio instead.  Got lucky I guess.  What about you?"

"Oh, I do a little of this, a little of that.  I've been working
through temp agencies for some time.  Right now I'm running a real
small business's accounting department."

"Good deal, I guess, if you can find something like that. How come you
were at the airport then?"

"Went to visit my sister in KayCee."

It took a minute, but he realized she meant Kansas City.

He paid for dinner.  Anyone working through temp agencies, he figured,
wouldn't mind dinner on him.  He was right, she seemed grateful he had
picked up the tab.

They walked down Broadway.  She led him through Times Square, past the
hordes of beggars, street vendors, and musicians with hats or tins out.
At one point, the break dancers had taken over the entire sidewalk.

They walked around through street traffic. There seemed to be a flow
of people through the busy, yet sporadic flow of cars and busses.

They strolled south for some time.  Andy called the direction
downtown. She pointed out some of the better known buildings.  They
slipped over to the library, she tried but failed to remember the
names of the Lions.

He laughed at this and told her their names.  He stole into her
thoughts to pull the information out.  For all he knew, she wasn't
right either, but she thought he was.

She pointed out a building south of the Librarw it.  Was knighted for
his effort."

"Really?"

"Really."

Her laughter was contagious.

continued in part 11