Sorry I’ve been neglectful of keeping you, my dear readers, up-to-date. Things have gotten a little weird and I needed some time to get my head on straight again.
There was the odd glimpse of Chief Executive Bitch, Diana. The transformation from sexy ice queen to mourning wife to crazy cartoon fan to a woman facing her own mortality all in about 24 hours kind of sent me for a spin.
I wasn’t sure how I would react when I saw her. I ran into her assistant and she told me that Diana is in Jakarta for a few days and then will be off to Cleveland for an unknown amount of time. Which is a bit of a relief. Before she was a weird threat and now she is oddly human. Still a trap, though.
I figured her absence might help me deal with the other trap – er, woman – vying for my attention.
I decided it was time to come up with my Julia strategy. I knew she had secrets. She seemed to be some kind of metaphysical weirdness magnet or perhaps a weirdness factory. But she was fun and sweet and smart and oh-so-sexy!
During one of my reveries while pretending to work – got to keep the twice monthly checks coming! – she sent me an email requesting a third date. Well, she didn’t make a request so much as indicate it was past time I asked her out again. She is quite good at getting a social-skills dweeb like me to do the correct thing without making me feel like a dweeb. It’s like she has some talent for herding nerds. She could probably get paid for that somehow…
Anyway, I shot her an email suggesting a time and place. She sent an email back overriding my choices and just telling me she would pick me up tonight in front of my apartment. There was a PS stating that I shouldn’t bother to pretend I had plans or anything like that.
“Fair enough” was all I wrote back.
I waited outside my apartment at the appropriate time. She pulled up in a shiny, new SUV. She rolled down the window and smiled. “It’s a rental. We may need to go off-road a little bit.”
I climbed in and off we went. I feasted on her with my eyes. Wavy, raven hair blowing in the breeze from the window. She was wearing black tights and a sweater that was long enough to sort of cover her ass but not quite. The sweater was just tight enough to draw my eyes to her lovely breasts but not in an over-the-top kind of way.
I tried to take my eyes off of her and watch where we were going but I kept getting drawn back to her. What is it with women driving me off to the woods these days? Not that I’m complaining in this case. I knew Julia was more dangerous than she had appeared so far but she did seem to genuinely want me alive and safe. She seemed less volatile that Diana but ultimately, who can know what evil lurks in the heart. I suppose The Shadow knows.
We had been driving for a while and the view – the view of the lovely creature in the driver’s seat – was certainly entertaining but I thought I should try to make conversation. “Uh, where are we going?”
Julia smiled and my heart melted. It was one of those “I’m going to blow your mind” smiles. You’ve seen these before, I’m sure, but coming from Julia… I wanted to save that moment forever. I knew if I died then, and that smile was the last thing I saw, then I would die happy. I wondered if I loved her. I loved her in that moment but I knew there were vast areas of her that I did not know. She had secrets. The Author, the crazy search engine stuff… What did it all mean? How did she know all this?
I suppose I would say that I loved her to the extent that I knew her.
After letting me stare at her smile for a few seconds – she could tell I was affected! – she said, “This co-worker of mine has a crazy interest in the middle ages. He found an old castle in Scotland or some place and paid to have it moved – brick by brick – to a lake not far from here.”
“No.”
“Seriously. He had it done. I kid you not,” she replied.
“Is he rich?”
“Oh, well, a lot of the folks I work with are rich. Or will be one day if the world doesn’t explode,” she said.
“How come I haven’t heard about this?” I asked
“Well, money sometimes can buy you privacy,” she said.
I nodded knowingly but kind of figured she was playing with me. The castle would be a shack with the word castle painted on it. Or maybe Diana had hired her to lure me out in the woods and have some goon put a bullet in my head. Either way, seeing that smile would have made it worth it.
Eventually, we pulled off the road – in the dark – on to an unlit dirt road. We drove for a few minutes, the high beams barely penetrating the darkness. And there it was.
“It’s a fucking castle!” I shouted.
“You caught on!” She shouted back.
“Seriously, it’s a fucking castle!” I shouted again.
She just looked at me like I was a dork. Which I suppose was quite a reasonable reaction on her part.
“The people you work with must be pretty rich to do something like this. What is it you do?” I normally don’t like to talk about jobs but this was getting a bit weird.
“We’ll talk about that in a bit,” was her reply. She didn’t look at me though. She focused on the road. The amount of attention she gave to the last few yards of the drive seemed forced somehow.
We got out of the car and entered the castle and she gave me the grand tour. Thankfully, the place had been retrofitted with electricity, lights and heat.
She guided me through each room and gave a brief reading from some booklet about the original use of each room.
We supplemented the guide-book by making up stories about tragic deaths that might have happened in the room. They usually involved maidens dying for love or knights dying for misguided causes or twisted notions of honor. There was always lots of blood and gore. I don’t think I have ever used the phrase “spilled intestines” as much as I did that night.
The tour ended with us on the roof. It was a cool night and the lake looked beautiful. There was lots of fog, just like one would expect when you are up on a castle roof staring out over the water. There was also a a very anachronistic couch. It look quite comfy and we both plopped down on it.
We did some slow, leisurely kissing. Her lip gloss tasted like fruit loops and her perfume smelled like a million flowers imported from a different time or a different world.
I didn’t want to rush things and she didn’t seem to mind. But after a few minutes she gently pushed me back.
She said, “Listen, Will, I’ve got some things I need to tell you but I want you to understand how I feel about you and that the things I’m going to tell you don’t need to change what we have. Allow me to demonstrate.”
She started to feel my cock through my pants. It was hard. It had been for quite a while. She undid the zipper and pulled my cock out. It felt good in the cool air. She got off the couch and knelt down in front of me and took my cock into her mouth.
It was gentle going in. Her tongue didn’t apply a lot of pressure, just sort of explored me. She moved her head back a bit and moved her soft lips over the head of my cock giving it gentle kisses.
She took it back into her mouth but this time with vigor. Her head bobbed back and forth quickly and her tongue worked, curling itself tightly around me head.
I tried to be gentle, I was concerned I was going to choke her or something. But she started using her hand to play with my balls and I lost all self-control. My hips started jerking as those delightful spasms shot their electric joy into my brain. I felt my cum explode – shot after shot – into her mouth and throat. Each stream I felt like I was giving her a piece of my very soul – her head still bobbing quickly and her tongue working me over.
She kept sucking even after it was clear the main event was over and I started to soften. I alternated between staring at her and staring at the sky wondering which was more beautiful.
After a few moments she got back on the couch. I hugged her close to me sort of protectively – her head on my chest. But to be honest I was spent. If there had been some threat that required me to “act the man” I suppose I just would have whimpered. My cock and hips had worked so hard, I actually wondered if I might have damaged some internal organ.
“Will, there are things you need to know,” she said while looking out at the lake and not at me one bit.
“You’re married, aren’t you?”
“Yes, but that’s not the big thing,” she replied.
“What?!? That’s not the big thing?”
“I only got married because of a dare and I only stay married to Marcus because of a bet,” she replied in a tone indicating that this should satisfy me.
“And that makes it all okay?” I asked rather incredulously.
“As part of our agreement I only need to be available to him three nights a week. That leaves us four nights for playing together! I can be, mathematically speaking, more yours than his,” she replied. “The only exception to me needing to be available for him three nights also applies to our four nights. If my job requires it I can break my agreement with Marcus.”
“Your job? What is your job anyway?”
She sort of half smiled and said, “See, that’s the real thing that might get between us.”
“This is worse than you being married?”
“Yeah, honey. You see, I’m sort of a very specialized… hmm… what’s a good word… I’m sort of a highly specialized nerd-prostitute.”
I meant to say something. I really did. But I didn’t have a single word.
She continued, “You see Will, I work for a very important technological institute. You might as well call it The Nameless Institute of Technology because I doubt you will find any record of its existence. We work on projects that are of an… esoteric nature. They are a bit out of mainstream and require secrecy. They also generate vast quantities of money.”
I thought about saying something but nothing came to mind. So I listened as she continued.
“Will, some of these projects affect national, international and ontological security. And there are forces that might try to buy the loyalty of some of my co-workers.”
“Is this some kind of government think-tank?” I finally had something to say!
“No, Will. Various governments are involved in a small percentage of our projects but we have to keep things a secret and governments are not as good at that as you might hope. Anyway, as I was saying, sometimes forces try to buy the loyalty of my co-workers. My job is to sort of convince them that sticking around this part of the universe would be more fun than the alternatives.”
“So the boss sends them to the company whore?” I asked.
“That was pretty low. And they don’t know I’m the company whore as it were. I pose as a low-level technician. My co-workers need to think they are in a real relationship. I sort of guide them into thinking that we love each other and that we’ll never part. And then, when the threat has passed, I use some techniques developed at this very institute, to make them think that they have decided to break things off.”
This set of an alarm in my head.
She continued, “I was the perfect candidate for the job. I’m smart enough that I can make people believe I have earned the right to work there but not so smart as to threaten their egos. I have an inborn empathy for all things nerdy. I’m a quick learner and have mastered the techniques of nerd manipulation. And I can give an incredible blow job as you saw first hand.”
I wondered what other aspects of her training I had seen first hand.
She then said, “But those relationships don’t mean anything. They are temporary. Just a means to an end.”
We sat there in silence. I had enormous feelings and thoughts churning in me but I didn’t have words for any of it. We just held each other till the sun rose and she drove me home in absolute silence.
I got home and did something I haven’t done in years. I called a guy who wasn’t a blood-relative on the actual phone. I called John who was the closest thing I had to a friend. He didn’t answer. I left a very brief voice mail.
“Julia is a fucking trap.”
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