“Whoa, whoa, whoa! He’s with me!” he shouted as he walked toward the car.
The gullwing door raised, and the man that stepped out was an older, slightly larger version of Gideon. Josiah “Josie” Tuttle was two years older than Gideon and operated a moonbeam distribution network in the region between Nashville and Knoxville. The two brothers together controlled a large chunk of the ‘beam trade in this part of the SEEZ. They also had their hands in prostitution and the sex slave trade, with connections to the Martian mob. Whenever one felt threatened or needed a few extra guns, the other could always be counted on to be there.
“’Bout time you got here!” Gideon greeted his brother with a bear hug.
“Would’ve been here sooner, but I had to bail Worm here outta jail,” Josie explained, nodding toward the man getting out of the passenger side. “Some fella looked at his girlfriend wrong. Worm here, he’s a bit jealous, y’know.”
The man called Worm was tall and gangly, with a dark complexion that hinted at a Mediterranean heritage of some sort. His hair was black and hung to his shoulder in greasy locks. Ollie thought he had the deadest eyes he’d ever seen on a man, cold and lifeless. His nose and lips were thick, and his face showed no emotion whatsoever. He’d had seen robots with more expression.
“Was well worth the wait,” Gideon remarked. Whatever else Worm was, he was a dependable gun hand. He didn’t rattle easily, and he followed orders. He was the kind of man you wanted with you when the shit hit the fan. You paid him to do a job and you got your money’s worth and more. You couldn’t ask for more than that.
“We spotted your boys comin’ in.” A cruel smile creased Josie’s face. “They’re over on Memorial Parkway at some fleabag motel. Hard to miss those fancy black rigs they fly.”
“Well now,” Gideon rubbed his hands together gleefully. “Whaddaya say we go serve ‘em up breakfast?”
Josiah grinned, “Room service, coming right up.”
“Lead the way!” Gideon was ecstatic. Finally! He was about to get the revenge he so desperately craved. He turned to Ollie. “C’mon, my friend. You can ride with me! Time we busted your cherry for real.”
***
Meanwhile, atop Monte Sano, another Cherry was about to get busted.
The pheromone-addled Cherry Denton had scrambled away from the mercs to combat the raging fire in her loins. Slipping into one of the numerous bathrooms of the mansion, she busied herself taking matters in hand. She never heard Grant ease into the room and up behind her.
If she was hoping to be discrete, she might as well have been moaning into a PA system. He tracked her down quickly with his lupine hearing. And he had a whiff of her scent even before then, the heady musk of her aroused sex filling his nostrils.
For such a big creature, he moved with surprising stealth and speed. She never heard him approach, not the slightest sound. Of course, she was a bit preoccupied. She had one foot on the edge on the toilet seat, her left hand holding her skirt up high above her waist, while her right was busy between her legs, her black lace panties pushed hastily over to the side. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back as she allowed the base emotion of self-gratification to carry her away. Her mouth hung open, and little squeaky moans issued forth from it as her fingers worked madly to assuage that hot sensation in her lower belly.
She never realized he was there until a furry hand clamped over her mouth, another suddenly at her lower belly, trapping her left arm against her torso. He pulled her back, pinning her against his muscular body. Instinctively, she tried to jerk away, panic filling her, but the hand on her mouth pulled her head back firmly against his jawline.
“Shhh!” A husky voice whispered in her ear, hot breath on her neck. “Let’s not make a scene. It wouldn’t go well for either of us, now would it?”
“Mmmmphh!” she tried to scream, determined to fight, but the creature had an embrace like iron. Grant had superhuman strength, and she struggled in his grip as a kitten might. And even as she wiggled and squirmed, his hand moved calmly down to her inner thigh.
Her eyes bulged with shock as she felt the large fingers caress her soft, tender skin. She froze in abject horror at the feeling of being molested by this aberration of science. But what shocked her the most … was just how light his fingers moved over her flesh. Gentle. Talented. Fuck! He knew what he was doing!Oh yes, he knew! She would never have imagined in a million lifetimes that a creature conceived in a lab and born in a gestation chamber could be so skilled in his touch.
She was a creature of pleasure. Years of hedonism and debauchery had conditioned her body to respond to that which felt good. And now it betrayed her, just as he’d gambled it would. Her struggling grew steadily more feeble as his hand moved boldly upwards. Already, he could feel wetness, her juices heavily smearing the inside of her legs.
She felt him hook her panties. “Why don’t we get these out of the way so we can work, shall we?” She heard a rip of material, the point of his nail slitting the fabric as easily as she might tear a piece of paper. When his finger brushed against her swollen labia, he felt her shudder involuntarily.
“A bit sensitive, are we?” he whispered. “I suspect someone needs to bleed some pressure off right …”
In the vanity mirror she could see the diabolical smile on his face. Her eyes grew wide, and she squeaked into his hand, feeling the sharp tip of a claw
