Caleb 87 – Sleepless in Seattle

I’d decided, that since the appointment in the Seattle office was at eleven am on Tuesday, I’d drive up on the Monday night, and stay over in a local hotel.

It wasn’t so much the early start, as the potential for things to go wrong on the journey up. Who knew what could happen that would get in the way. If I travelled up the day before then at least I’d have plenty of time to sort out any issues and still be there fresh, and ready, to jump through whatever hoops they had for me at the interview.

We’d spent the rest of the Sunday doing what we normally did on a Sunday, spending time together as a family. Ness had cooked dinner, and Arnie had come over and stayed overnight again.

I was fairly certain that Sarah had told Arnie about our morning’s activities, because when they came out of their bedroom for dinner, he looked flushed and kept darting glances at the girls, especially Amanda. I wondered at that at first but then remembered that Amanda had cleaned his creampie from inside Sarah. He didn’t seem at all upset about things, in fact he spent most of the evening in a state of semi arousal. Sarah took him back into their room again, not long after we’d finished dinner.

Sarah and Melanie went off to the Dojo the next morning to train with Kevin. I went out for a run, and then did some exercises on the deck. I was still intermittently seeing how many pushups and sit-ups I could do. I’d gotten around the lack of a pull-up bar by simply fixing a bar in the air with TK. It wasn’t difficult to hold. Given what I could lift with my TK, my weight was negligible and I could lock it off in my mind almost indefinitely.

When Arnie came out, while I was still doing pull ups, his eyes were wide and he walked around me, looking to see how the bar was supported.

“I didn’t think I’d joined the circus,” he said. “What exactly is holding that up?”

“Me,” I said, continuing to do pull-ups. I was on forty two and still feeling good.

“Your power?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said. “I can lift quite a lot with it, so holding my own weight is no trouble.”

“Can you fly then?” he asked.

“Not really,” I said. “I can jump really high, but I need to push against something to keep me up there. Did you ever read any of Brandon Sanderson?”

“Yeah,” he responded.

“Then think of it like a coin shot,” I said, “if you remember them.”

“The guys that could move metal, they’d throw down coins and then ‘fly’ by pushing against them?”

“That’s the ones,” I said. “But I can push against anything – its almost like flying but I need a solid surface to push against. I don’t know how I’d fare over water.”

He nodded, then stood watching me for a few minutes.

“Sarah told me about Sunday morning,” he said.

“I thought she might,” I responded. “How do you feel about it?”

“If I’m honest,” he said. “I’m a little pissed.”

I dropped down off the bar, and then dropped the bar, catching it as it fell. I turned to him.

“Oh,” I said. “I’m sorry if…”

“It’s not that,” he said. “I’m pissed I missed it.”

I grinned at him.

“We were catching up with Ness,” I said. “You were at work.”

“I know,” he said with a sigh.

“You’re not mad that Sarah got involved?” I asked. “Just that you missed it?”

“Somehow that feels so wrong,” he said. “I shouldn’t be okay with it, but I am. Like I say, I’m just pissed I missed it.”

“Then maybe we should have some fun while you’re not working,” I told him. “Although I’m going to Seattle later today, and coming back tomorrow, I’m sure that the girls would be happy to play a little later if you’re up for it?

“Also, Sarah is going to be practicing her Compulsion with Josh and Louise. Maybe you can sit in on that.”

He groaned.

“Jesus,” he said. “Why am I always so horny when I’m here?”

“You’re an eighteen year old guy,” I said. “Do you need another reason?”

“I wasn’t this bad before I met you,” he said. “Admittedly I wasn’t exactly a monk, but I wasn’t constantly in heat like I am now.”

“How long are you going to be?” I sent to Sarah.

“Five minutes,” she responded. “Why?”

“Because your fiancé is trying to drill a hole in his shorts.” I told her. “Will you take care of him, or do you want me to figure it out?”

“I’m almost home.” I felt amusement in her send. “Ask him, if you want. Let him decide.”

“Sarah will be home in a couple of minutes,” I said. “Why don’t you go wait for her in your room. I’m sure she’ll help you out, unless you’d like me to?”

Arnie’s face went red. I could feel that he was torn, but in the end, he didn’t quite have the courage to ask.

“I’ll go wait for Sarah,” he said, and turned to go.

I put my hand on his arm.

“Hey,” I said gently when he looked at me. “Nobody is going to judge you. You know that we all love you, and that the twins or I would be happy to spend time with you if you want. Sarah would be fine with it too. Ness and Jules are a little more complicated but I’m sure Josh and Louise would both be happy to have some fun with you too.

“But there’s no pressure. It’s up to you.”

He was still standing there, seemingly stuck for an answer, when Sarah came out into the yard. She smiled at him.

“Hey you,” she said pulling him into a hug and kissing him.

That seemed to break the spell.

“Come on,” she said taking his hand. “We’re going to have to be quick if you’ve got a flight at nine.”

She led him into the house.

Melanie, who’d followed Sarah out, came over to me.

“He looked conflicted,” she said.

I gave her the memories of the time since he came into the yard.

“He’s just taking a little time to get his head around things,” I said. “I’m sure he’ll be fine once he figures it out.”

“Would you mind if I ‘helped him out’ occasionally?” she asked.

“Not at all,” I told her. “Would you like to?”

“Maybe,” she said. “If it’s okay?”

“Like I said to him,” I told her, “nobody is going to judge you. Who you decide to invite into your bed, is entirely up to you. I feel honored every time you choose me.”

She smiled at me.

“Then would you like to come shower with me?” she asked.

I took her hand, and we went into the bedroom.

+++++

Ness had cooked breakfast by the time we emerged. She grinned at the pair of us.

“Morning,” she said. “I made some extra since you did so much ‘exercising’ this morning.

Melanie laughed. “That’s so nice,” she said. “I hope you made extra for Sarah and Arnie too?”

“I did,” she responded. “And for the twins and me.” She grinned at us both.

Sounds like everyone had a good morning.

Jules came into the kitchen. “I got an early start on my new project,” she said with a smile.

I went over to her and pulled her into a hug.

“Did I ever tell you how much I love you?” I asked her. She laughed into my shirt.

“Only every day,” she said. “And I never get tired of hearing it.”

“Then I’ll never get tired of saying it.” I said, before collecting a kiss from her.

We ate breakfast and everyone headed out to start their days. Mary had packed me an overnight bag, and booked me a night’s stay in a hotel near the Seattle office. I looked out of the window, watching the rain lash down, and decided that I’d set out around lunchtime, and give myself plenty of time to get there.

I wanted to arrive at the hotel after the normal check-in time, which was 3pm, but I expected there to be trouble on the roads, given the weather.

Fortunately, my truck was in the garage, so I didn’t have to go out into the weather. I loaded my overnight bag into the back seat and got in. I had about half a tank of gas which I knew wouldn’t get me all the way there, but I decided to set out and top up at one of the truck stops on the freeway. I was hoping that the weather would clear by the time I needed gas, although I didn’t hold out much hope.

I set out just after midday and headed north. Once I was on the freeway I set my adaptive cruise control and let it do the hard work. I just relaxed and steered the truck. I loved this truck, with all it’s gadgets and gizmo’s. It was so easy to drive and practically drove itself. I remembered that my old truck didn’t have nearly as many features, and adaptive cruise control was one that I’d always wished for, but as my father used to say…

“Stop daydreaming and take out the trash!!!”

I smiled at that thought. I was looking forward to the Christmas break. I was hoping that the surprise that Cheryl and Dean had alluded to would be that my parents were going up to the Ranch for Christmas. I’d not seen or even spoken to them in such a long time. I needed to make more effort, but there was just so much else going on in my life – it was hard to make time. I knew that that was just an excuse.

A yellow light ahead caught my eye, and I saw I was coming into a construction zone. The speed limit was reduced, but fortunately the truck had slowed with the traffic, and I was still well within the limit. I grinned at the state trooper standing by the side of the road with a speed gun pointing at the oncoming traffic.

I checked my speed. I was doing five below the posted speed limit, even for the construction zone. I paid attention for a while not wanting to have a problem going through the zone. I knew there would be people working here and didn’t want to risk hitting anyone because I was daydreaming.

By the time I’d gotten through the construction zone, I was another hour into my journey, but about half an hour behind schedule. I’d have to wait another half hour before I could stop for a drink. I was getting the first stirrings that I needed a bathroom break too. It wasn’t urgent, I’d make it no problem.

I was right. Almost exactly half an hour later, I pulled into the rest stop. I needed to pee.

Parking the truck in the lot, I dashed through the rain into the diner. Fortunately the rain had lessened to a light drizzle which was good for me because, despite setting out in an absolute downpour, I’d forgotten to bring my coat. That’s what you get for being able to get into your truck in the garage. I berated myself for my stupidity.

The diner was busy and I decided I’d get my coffee to go, but first things first. The bathroom.

When I got into the bathroom, all the urinals were taped off with ‘out of order’ signs so I made my way further in, to where the cubicles were. As I walked toward them, someone came out of one. He walked toward, and then past, me making momentary eye contact. I ‘heard’ a thought go through his head.

“He looks the type.”

I furrowed my brow but continued on, my need to pee overriding all other considerations. I entered the cubicle and closed the door. A moment later and I was sighing with relief as I stood emptying my bladder into the toilet.

I heard the door to the next cubicle close, but then nothing.

“He’s just peeing.”

The thought was loud from the next cubicle. I wondered at that, but then noticed just behind the paper dispenser was a gloryhole. It wasn’t big, maybe an inch and a half in diameter, just big enough to get your cock through. I smirked to myself, thinking of the fun I’d had with our neighbours through the hole.

Out of curiosity I glanced at the opposite wall of the cubicle and saw another hole. Much smaller. Only big enough to look through. That’s when I heard the thought from that side.

“Come on – do something.”

What? Was he hoping I’d use the gloryhole so he could watch? I smiled – he wouldn’t see very much, just my ass moving maybe. Besides I wasn’t in the mood and didn’t really have time. Otherwise, I might have spent some time here.

“Come on. We need one more today.”

Wait what? One more? One more what? Then it clicked. This was a police sting. The guy on the one side was filming, hoping I’d put my cock through the hole, then I’d get arrested for – what did they call it – fuck knew but it wouldn’t look good. I finished up and tucked myself away.

I pulled my phone out and started the video recording, and then reached forward and flushed, just as a large cock slid through the hole to my right. It was semi hard.

I’ll admit, if I hadn’t heard the thoughts from the other guy, I would have been tempted.

“Go on,” thought the guy with the camera, “Just do it. You know you want to, you queer fuck!”

I backed out of the stall, careful not to touch the cock sticking through the wall, and still videoing.

“Fuck” thought the camera man. “I thought he’d go for it. Well, I could say I saw him put his dick through the hole, but didn’t get the chance to film. Bernie would back me up. Yeah, we’ll do that. Then we can get out of this fucking place.”

I backed toward the sinks still pointing my phone at the booths. The guy on the camera side came out of the stall and started toward me. It took him a second to realise I was recording him.

“What do you think you are doing?” he asked. “You can’t film in here.”

“Why not?” I asked. “You were. You were filming through the hole in the wall while I was taking a piss. You were filming as your buddy stuck his cock through the hole, and you were filming when you saw me steer well clear of it and leave the stall. You do realize that that is entrapment?”

“What is? I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re just some perv getting off filming guys in the toilet. I’m going to call the police.”

“So you’re not police then?” I asked.

Just then his buddy came out of the other stall. He still had a bulge visible in his pants. Not enough time had passed for it to go down, but he was hearing what was going on outside and he wanted to back up his partner.

“What?” asked the first guy. “What you mean ‘we’re not police’?”

“We?” I said. “So, you are together?”

“What? No,” said the other guy.

“And you’re not police either?”

“Why do you keep saying that?” he asked.

“Because I think you are both police officers on a sting,” I said. “And when I didn’t take your bait, you decided to try and entrap me. So, Officer, you know that I did nothing wrong, and you know HE broke the law by putting his penis through a hole in the stall wall into my stall. Are you going to continue this charade or are you going to quit while you are behind?”

They looked at each other.

The cocksman sighed. “You done in here?” he asked.

“I need to wash my hands,” I said.

He nodded toward the sink.

Keeping my phone, and my eye, on them, I washed and dried my hands.

“Now I’m done,” I said.

He nodded to the door. I backed away from them, continuing to film until I reached the door and exited the bathroom. I looked around and saw an officer sitting facing the toilet door. He watched me as I emerged.

I went to the counter and ordered my coffee. I also placed another order.

The two officers came out of the bathroom and went and sat with the guy I’d seen watching me.

They had a quiet discussion and I saw him shake his head.

My coffee arrived just as the waitress went over to their table with an order of coffee and donuts. She turned and pointed to me, and I grinned at the three of them.

The two that had been in the bathroom looked angry, but the one who’d been waiting outside picked up his cup and raised it toward me. He then picked up a donut and began to eat.

“That’s a month’s work wasted,” I heard him think. “If he publishes that video on social media then all the people we caught in the various stings with these two Bozo’s will scream entrapment, and will walk. And who knows, some of them may be right.

“The captain is going to go apeshit. We’ll all be lucky to keep our jobs.”

I saw him make his mind up to come and talk to me but, since I had my coffee, I headed out to my truck. He didn’t follow.

I gassed up and headed out. Just as I got back on the freeway, the weather worsened. Perfect.

The skies darkened as the rain got heavier and heavier. I switched on my lights. It didn’t make a difference to what I could see – but hopefully it would mean others could see me. The problem was that others didn’t know what lights to use. They either didn’t bother switching their lights on at all, making their vehicles grey smudges in the gloom, or they put on their high intensity fog lamps, which blinded from the front and caused red glare to make it more difficult to see.

That added to the fact that some of them didn’t bother to account for the sudden deluge and the amount of surface water that was on the road. They drove like maniacs, meaning that it was only a matter of time before the inevitable happened. A car came barrelling up beside me and just didn’t see the car in front – which had no lights on – until it was way too late.

The driver of a Mercedes did try and stop but in the wet there was no chance. He stuffed the nose of his Benz into the back of the slower moving vehicle. She, in turn, swerved left after the impact and into my lane, causing me to have to brake suddenly. Fortunately the car behind me was keeping their distance, but the car to my other side from the Mercedes ran into the side of the car that had crossed in front of me. Before I knew it, I was slap bang in the middle of a number of wrecked cars. Thankfully mine wasn’t one of them. But there were four cars in total, blocking all three lanes of the freeway in front of me. I sighed.

None of the passengers of the cars looked badly injured, but I felt I ought to go check. My problem was that it was still pelting down with rain. I was going to get wet.

I put my hazard lights on, stepped out of my truck and went over to the nearest car, the Mercedes that had cause the mess in the first place. There was a middle aged man in a suit sitting behind a deployed airbag, talking on a mobile phone. I knocked on his window and he looked at me in disgust.

“You alright?” I shouted.

He didn’t deign to answer but continued his call. I figured if he could be that rude then he couldn’t be too badly injured and moved to the next vehicle. There was a middle aged woman in there looking stunned. She was the one who had been shunted across in front of me and then hit from the side by another car.

I opened her door. It was an older car and either didn’t have airbags or they hadn’t deployed.

“Ma’am?” I said “Are you alright?”

She looked up at me.

“What happened?” she asked.

“You got in a wreck,” I said. “Guy behind was going too fast, ran into you, and pushed you into that other car. Are you hurt?”

As I was asking, I looked her over. Miraculously she seemed completely unhurt. Just shocked.

“I’m just going to check those other folks,” I said and closed her door.

It seemed that I was the only idiot willing to get drenched and so, although there were people honking their horns, nobody else was getting out to help. There were a steady stream of cars taking to the median to go around the wreck and passing on the other side in the emergency lane. I saw one car go onto the median which was starting to get churned up in the rain, and get stuck, his wheels spinning. I grinned.

The third car, which had been to my right, had hit the car that had crossed in front of me, and then had been hit from behind by the following car.

Inside were a family, all of whom seemed to be unhurt. The two adults seemed more concerned about whose fault the crash was than the health of the two children in the back. I checked both over, and they had no appreciable injuries.

I was approaching the final car in the mess when I heard a siren. A state trooper arrived down the emergency lane, emergency lights flashing.

Since I was already there, I looked over the driver of the last car, a young man who was pissed that his car had been damaged, even though he was partially to blame. If he’d kept his distance he wouldn’t have hit the car in front. He was uninjured, but trying to figure out how he could spin this to make it someone else’s fault.

The trooper was just getting out of his car as I approached.

“Hey,” he said. “Anyone hurt?”

“Not that I can see,” I said. I described the accident as I’d witnessed it, and then went on to tell him what I’d found in each car.

“Which is your vehicle,” he asked and I pointed out my truck, sitting in the middle of the chaos, thankfully undamaged.

“Typical,” he said. “Folks just don’t take account of the weather. We need to clear the road. The back-up is already about five miles.

“There’s also someone stuck on the median,” I said. “He tried to go around but sunk in the mud.”

The trooper grinned. “That’s going to be expensive,” he said. “He’s going to need a tow truck to get unstuck, and he’s going to get a citation for driving on the median.”

I laughed. “I can see you are full of sympathy for him.”

It took us about fifteen minutes to get the road cleared, after which the trooper asked me to pull over onto the emergency lane so he could take my statement about what I’d witnessed.

Forty minutes later, cold and soaked, I was back in my truck and on my way again. Now I was an hour and a half behind, my coffee was cold, I was cold, and the rain was still coming down.

I turned the heat all the way up in the truck, which helped, but while it felt stifling, I was still uncomfortable. I needed to get out of my wet clothes. Fortunately, I had a change of clothes in the truck, but I could use a shower to get warm again. I headed for the next truck stop. Maybe I could use the facilities that the truckers used.

I pulled onto a truck stop I had never stopped at before. It looked a little rundown and shabby. But in my condition, I just wanted to get dry and warm again.

I went into the store area, and walked up to the clerk. An older woman trying to look younger.

“You have showers I can use?” I asked. She looked me up and down.

“Looks like you already did.”

“Yeah,” I laughed. “Only I’d like one with warm water this time.”

She grinned displaying yellowed teeth.

“The trucker’s shower is fifteen bucks,” she said. “But you need your own soap and towel. Do you have those?”

I had soap but no towel. Expecting to be stopping in a hotel.

“We have a few towels for sale over there,” she said pointing. “When you have what you need come back and I’ll give you the key.”

I went around the store, picked up a towel and I saw some shower shoes, so I grabbed a pair of those too. I also picked up a laundry bag for my wet clothes. I went back to the register and paid, picking up the key. She directed me to the showers.

I was pleasantly surprised by the shower. I’d kind of expected it to be a dingy room with a shower head on the wall, but it was like a little ensuite bathroom. There was a sink and toilet combo, a shelf to put your belongings on and quite a large shower cubicle, with a rainfall shower head. It all looked clean.

Locking the door behind me, and for good measure applying a little TK to keep it closed, I stripped out of my wet things, putting my phone, keys, wallet, Glock, and the spare magazines on the shelf. The clothing all went into the bag. Even my sneakers were soaked through so they went in the bag as well. Fortunately I had some training shoes in my bag so I’d be fine.

I then got in the shower and, once again, was pleasantly surprised that the water was hot and plentiful. It took no time at all to get warm and comfortable. After my shower I dried off with my new towel, redressed and got all my belongings back together. I’d not thought to put a brush or comb in the bag – so I just ran my fingers through my hair and, after unsealing the door, headed out.

I took the key back to the girl on the register.

“You scrub up well,” she said taking the key back. I smiled at her. “Thanks.”

“But you don’t got a coat.” She said. “And you’re going to be soaked through again before you get back to your vehicle.”

I looked out of the window and saw she was right. The rain was still lashing down.

I looked back at her. She pointed.

They had quite a good range of outdoor wear. It was overpriced but you kind of expect that at a truck stop. I found a decent raincoat with hood. I tried it on and it fit.

I walked back to the register wearing it.

“The tag’s on the back” she said Turn around

I turned and she scanned the tag.

“You want I should take it off?”

“Sure,” I said.

Getting far more ‘handsy’ than was technically necessary she removed the tag from the bottom hem of my coat.

I turned to pay.

“You going far?” she asked.

“A little ways,” I said.

“I’m off in an hour, if you’ve got time.” she offered.

I had to stifle a shudder.

“Sorry,” I said. “I’m on a deadline, and I’m already behind.”

“Shame,” she said. “Maybe next time.”

“Maybe,” I said.

I left the store and headed into the diner. I needed hot coffee.

Ten minutes later I was back on the road. Now I was two and a half hours behind schedule, and I’d only covered about a quarter of the journey. I sighed. It was going to be one of those trips.

The rain eased up about half an hour later, and another fifteen minutes saw it stop completely.

The sun came out, and as I settled into my drive once again, I once again activated the cruise control.

Other than some heavy traffic as I came into Seattle, the rest of the journey was uneventful and I arrived at my hotel just before six PM.

I was very glad that I’d decided to travel up today. If I’d left it until the morning, and had run into half the delays that I’d run into today, I would have been late. It could be argued that I would have missed all of the events of today had I travelled tomorrow, but who knew what fresh horrors a new day might have brought. I would have had no time to deal with them.

I went and checked in to my hotel and was happy to see that it had a decent restaurant attached. It had started raining again as I’d hit Seattle, and I was glad that I wouldn’t have to go out in the weather to find something to eat.

“Would you like to make a reservation for dinner?” asked the concierge as I checked in. “We are very busy so if you don’t, then you may struggle to get a table.”

“Sure,” I said. I could always get room service, but that would mean spending the entire night on my own in a hotel room. That didn’t sound like a great proposition to me.

He looked on his computer and found a space.

“Eight pm is all we have I’m afraid,” he said. “Table for one?”

“Yes please,” I said, and he booked it in. Then he gave me my key and I took myself and my now depleted bag up to my room.

Once in my room I checked in with the guys at home. I told them all about my journey, and Mary advised that I tell Dianna about the sting, just in case anything came back to me. Although I was never identified by any of the officers involved, I was certain that they could have taken my license plate as I drove away and gotten my details from the DMV.

I did just that.

“Jesus, Caleb,” Dianna said once I explained. “Can you not go anywhere without getting into trouble?”

“I didn’t do this,” I said. “It was…”

“I know,” she groused. “Dean is right. You are a fucking trouble magnet. Only you could drive from Portland to Seattle and not only nearly get caught up in a police sting but almost wind up in a multi car fender bender on the freeway. Was there anything else you needed to tell me, did you get struck by lightening by any chance, have a divine revelation, discover the cure for Cancer?”

I laughed. “I already can do that,” I said.

“Fuck off,” she said good naturedly. “I just know I’m going to regret you joining the FBI, let alone having you in my office. Are you sure you don’t want to go work for the NSA?”

“Well if you’d prefer…” I started but she laughed.

“No” she sighed. “I need to keep you where I can see you. Good job at the pileup by the way. I’m glad nobody was injured. Let me know if anything comes of the other thing. I doubt it will but you never know. You didn’t ID yourself at all?”

“Nope,” I said. “They didn’t ask, and I didn’t tell. Although they might have sneaked a peek at my license plate.”

“From the sound of it that wasn’t the only thing they snuck a peek at.” She laughed.

“Who knows,” I said. “I may be a Pornhub star by the end of the day,”

“Somehow I doubt that,” she said. “Unless you have plans?”

“Not me,” I said. “I’m very shy and retiring.”

She choked at that.

“Well,” she said. “Single and alone in a hotel in Seattle. What trouble are you going to get in tonight?”

“None,” I said. “I’m going to have dinner, and then an early night.”

“I have bets on with the twins that you don’t spend the night alone, or at least you don’t spend it all alone,” she told me.

“You think I can’t go one night without…”

“I’m sure you can,” she said. “But if it’s offered, why would you turn it down. You know where we are with this. This is your first time away from home. The girls all have each other and, from what I hear, they are intending to make it up to Arnie because he missed your little party yesterday.”

“Jesus,” I said, “do they report everything?”

She laughed.

“We talk,” she said. “And I have to say, I’ve never heard either of them so happy. I’m glad things have settled down with you and them.”

“So am I,” I said. “And I agree. As far as our family goes, I couldn’t be happier.

“Well have a good evening, and if opportunity knocks…” she advised.

“I’ll consider it,” I said.

“Don’t forget to send Amanda the memory,” she said. “You know she loves seeing you have fun.”

I’d just stepped out of the shower, getting ready for dinner, when I felt what was going on at home. It seemed that someone was sharing sensations through the connection, and things were getting hot and heavy. It felt like I was being kissed and hands were roaming all over my body. I was hard in an instant and seconds later I could feel that someone was sucking someone else’s cock. I could feel the sensation of a mouth on my cock, and also the sensation of a cock in my mouth. From the size I could tell it was Arnie’s.

I blocked the connection. I was about to go for dinner and didn’t want to either miss my slot, or try and eat while suffering vicarious orgasms. Had I not already booked dinner I might have just laid back and enjoyed, but I was hungry.

It took several minutes for my arousal to go down enough for me to put on pants and make my way down to the restaurant, and I arrived at two minutes to eight, horny as hell.

There was a woman talking to the Matre’d.

“Nothing?” she asked.

“I’m sorry madam,” said the man behind the counter. “We’re fully booked tonight. There is a room service menu or we could direct you to some very fine restaurants close by.”

“Have you seen it out there?” she pointed to a window where the rain was visibly lashing down.

I looked at the woman. She looked in her late twenties, had coffee coloured skin, and an ASS. She was by no means overweight, but she had a butt you could have served lunch on. I was intrigued. Were those implants, or was she really that shape?

She sighed and turned away.

“Excuse me,” I said to her, and she looked me up and down, apparently not too displeased with what she saw.

“I have a table booked for eight,” I said. “It’s just for one, but I presume it could seat two?” I directed this at the Matre’d”

“Your name, sir?” he asked. I gave it.

“Yes,” he said. “We could seat two at your table.”

“It would be my pleasure,” I told the woman. “If you’d care to join me?”

I saw the wheels turning, but surprisingly I couldn’t hear any of what she was thinking. Her aura showed a little excitement, and some arousal, but mostly hunger.

“It’s only dinner,” I said.

She made a decision.

“Thank you,” she said. “I’ve been travelling all day, and I’m hungry. I hate eating in my room.”

“I hear you,” I said, looking at the Matre’d.

“This way please,” he said, leading us to a table where a single place setting was set out.

“I’ll just need to get you another setting,” he said, as I pulled the chair out for my companion.

“Ooo,” she said. “A gentleman.”

I smiled at her.

“I have been accused of that once or twice,” I said. “I’m Caleb Stott.”

“Hadiza Mbisi,” she said. For some reason that name rang a bell with me, but for the life of me I couldn’t think why.

I frowned.

“So,” I asked her as a waitress came and laid a place out in front of me. “What brings you to Seattle?”

“I’m visiting my brother,” she said. “He’s working up here, and I’ve not seen him for a while.”

“You’re visiting and staying in a hotel?” I asked.

“He doesn’t know,” she said. “It’s his birthday, and there’s a surprise party for him. We’re all going to jump out and give him the shock of his life.”

I laughed. “I hope he doesn’t have a weak heart,” I told her.

She joined me in laughing. “He may be old, but he’s strong as an ox. He works for the FBI.”

I raised my eyebrows. What were the chances?

“How about you?” she asked.

“I have a job interview,” I said, a little evasively. I wondered if this was some kind of test. Gently I extended a tendril toward her mind, to find that she was shielded, and it wasn’t weak. I could probably get thorough, but it would be difficult, or I’d have to use brute force. This person was a Power user, and my suspicion grew.

Hadiza looked at me, her eyebrow raised.

“Something the matter?” she asked. I decided to confront her.

“You tell me,” I sent to her. “I’m supposed to be doing a meet and greet at the Seattle FBI office tomorrow, and I just happen to bump into someone who is not only related to someone who works there, but is a Power User too? Coincidence?”

Her eyes widened. I felt her mind extend toward mine, and she felt my shield, then she grinned.

“Pure coincidence,” she said out loud. “I assure you. I’ve not laid eyes on, nor spoken to, my brother in three years. Did you notice me before or after you offered to share your table?”

“After,” I said. “It’s only when you said your brother worked for the FBI that I looked closer.”

“You think this is a test?” she asked.

I looked at her aura, and saw no deception. I did see some amusement, but still mostly hunger.

“Not now,” I laughed.

She cocked her head to the side.

Just then, the waitress arrived, and placed menus in front of us both.

“Can I start you folks off with something to drink?” she said.

“I’ll just have a beer thanks,” I said.

The waitress looked a little uncomfortable. “Can I see some ID please?” she asked.

I showed her my driver’s license. She nodded and then turned to Hadiza.

“I’ll take a beer too,” she said. The waitress just nodded and then turned to walk away.

“Damn,” Hadiza said. “Now it looks like I’m toting a boy toy around.”

I laughed.

“Is that a good or a bad thing?” I asked her.

She looked around the restaurant. Nobody was even looking our direction.

“I guess it don’t matter,” she said. “I don’t know anyone here and so my reputation isn’t going to suffer none. I’m heading down to New Orleans next week in any case, so…”

I wondered at her age now. Since she was a power user, she could be anything from twenty five to sixty and look as she did now. Not that it made the slightest difference to me.

“I’m thirty seven,” she said. I checked my shields. They were intact.

“It was written all over your face,” she laughed, and I joined her. Just then the waitress arrived.

“Have you decided?” she asked.

“I’m going to have the Caesar Salad as a start, and then the salmon please,” said Hadiza. I went for a baked Bree to start and then a ribeye.

The waitress noted that down and then wandered off.

“So when’s the party?” I asked.

“Tomorrow night,” she said. “If you see him, please don’t tell him we met up. He doesn’t know I’m in town.”

“I won’t mention it.” I assured her. “I assume he…” I let the sentence trail off. The tables were far enough apart that a low conversation wouldn’t be overheard.

“Yes,” she said. “It’s a family line.”

Our starters arrived, and we both dug in. She was definitely hungry and had cleared her plate before I was half way through my starter. I smiled at her.

“Sorry if I’m delaying you,” I said.

“Its fine,” she said. “I’ve kind of gotten into the habit of eating fast. Sometimes I just didn’t have the time to sit and eat so grabbing food as and when you could became necessary.”

“What do you do?” I asked.

“I’m a Doctor,” she said, “with Medicine Sans Frontier. I’ve been on assignment in Kenya for the last two years. I’m back in the US for a while to do some training and take some exams and then I’m off again, although I don’t know where next. I’d prefer somewhere in Africa. I like to think I’m helping my people but wherever they send me I will go.”

“Are you a Healer?” I asked in a low voice. She sighed.

“I wish,” she said. “I could do so much more.” Then her eyes widened “Are you?”

I nodded slowly.

“Then why…” she asked, but then stopped herself. “Sorry, that’s not a fair question,” she said. “I can’t impose my ambitions on someone else.”

“I’m part of the network,” I said. “I do help out from time to time. My sister is hoping to become a doctor and she has enough to be a Healer, but she only just got her amulet off and so is still finding her feet.”

“Her what?” she asked.

“I’m sorry,” I said “I just assume everyone knows. My line has been controlled by another for a number of generations, and all our babies have their powers suppressed with an amulet until they reach 21. They aren’t even told about powers until the amulet comes off.”

“That’s stupid,” said Hadiza. “How are you supposed to learn to control your powers if they are held like that?”

“It’s a long story,” I said. “But it’s changing.”

“So what do you have?” she asked, after taking a look around to make sure that nobody was eavesdropping. I’d already scanned the local tables and everyone was engrossed in their own evening and completely ignoring us, that is, everyone excepting a young guy sitting with his girlfriend that was disgusted by the fact that there was a white guy sitting with a black woman. He was winding himself up to say something.

Before he could open his mouth, there was a squeaky squelching noise from beneath him, and his eyes shot open. He dashed for the door.

“What did you do?” Hadiza asked, having seen me use some power.

I offered her the memory, and she burst out laughing. Several people turned to look at us.

She was still chuckling when the waitress came to bring us our entrées.

We spent a few minutes eating while Hadiza contained herself and the rest of the diners lost interest in us.

“If you have healing you must be multi,” she mused softly. “Compulsion, Empathy, is certain. Telepathy, and…?” she asked, having guessed my third power.

“TK” I finished for her. “You?”

“Telepathy,” she said. “Its my only power, but useful.”

“I’ll bet,” I said.

“So why the FBI?” she asked after a short pause.

“I always wanted to be in law enforcement,” I said. “Then I find out about powers, and also find out that the organization that is keeping people safe from rogue power users is the FBI. It seemed an obvious choice. Especially considering my great great grandmother, who I never even knew existed, is an ADD.”

“Wow,” she said. “That must have been one hell of a shock.”

“It’s been one hell of a year,” I said.

“I thought you said they didn’t take the thingy off until you were twenty one?” she said. “I saw your license. You’re only just that.”

“Mine broke,” I said. “Just before my twentieth birthday. I don’t know why. I found my powers early.”

“That must have been scary,” she said. “I know how I felt when I first started to hear things. Even though I knew it was coming it was frightening.”

“I had some good people around me,” I said.

We finished our dinners, and both elected to have dessert.

As we were finishing up, she looked at me through her eyelashes.

“So,” she said, “you’re an Empath?”

Her aura, suddenly was far more purple than it had been before.

“I am,” I said.

“It’s not well known,” she commented, “but Telepaths are a little like Empaths. Not quite so…”

“My sister is a Telepath,” I said. “I didn’t notice it in myself because of my Empathy, but she’s demonstrated certain… needs.”

Hadiza grinned at me.

“And do you help her out?” she asked boldly.

“We all do,” I said looking her in the eye. “All four of my fiancées, and my other sister, and her boyfriend all chip in. We help each other out.”

“Holy cow,” she said. “Where did you say you were from?”

I laughed “We live in Portland,” I said.

“Damn” she said. “Why couldn’t he have been posted there?”

“Just unlucky I guess,” I said. “Although I didn’t even know there was a Power user in Seattle. My fiancee’s grandmother is in charge of the ESP section, and she never mentioned it.”

“I don’t know what that is,” she said.

“Can I get you anything else?” the waitress said.

“Just the check please,” I said.

“No coffee?” Hadiza asked.

“I have a Nespresso in my room if you want coffee,” I said. The waitress’ eyes went wide.

Hadiza laughed.

“Well,” she said. “You ain’t shy at least,” then she looked the waitress up and down.

“You want coffee too?” she asked. The waitress flushed and shook her head.

“I can’t. I’m working,” I wasn’t sure if she was disappointed or relieved, I didn’t bother to check.

“Your loss honey,” she said.

I got the check and signed it, putting it on my room.

“Hey, you shouldn’t,” said Hadiza. I shrugged.

“It’s fine,” I said. “It was worth it just not to have to eat alone.”

She smiled.

“Then thank you,” she said. “Now, about that coffee.”

We rode the elevator up to my floor, and she followed me to my room. I used the keycard to open the door and let her enter before me, slotting the key into the slot just inside the door. The lights came on in the room.

I’d left the room reasonably tidy, fortunately. There would have been nothing worse than bringing a woman back to a messy room.

I walked to the Nespresso machine and filled it using the bottled water that was provided. I didn’t like to use the bathroom taps for that. It always tasted weird. “Any preference?” I asked, turning around to see that she’d gotten the jump on me, and was already down to her underwear.

I stood, stock still, staring at her.

Hadiza stood just over five and a half feet tall. She was not fat but she had all the right curves. Her skin was the color of coffee and her hair, which was in braids, was jet black. She wore makeup but not in excess, just enough to highlight her brown eyes and her generous lips.

She was probably a d or double d chest size, and as I watched she unsnapped her bra, releasing them for my perusal. Her nipples were fat and erect and surrounded by the biggest aureole I’d ever seen. They seemed to cover almost the entirety of the front of each breast. They were crinkled in her arousal.

For her size she had a slim-ish waist, and a flat stomach, with a hint of visible abs, but then her hips flared to a very generous width. She smiled as I looked at her, and turned to display her most striking asset.

She was wearing a thong, and her ass cheeks were perfectly taut and smooth, without a hint of sag or cellulite but her ass was big, the only word that came to mind to describe it was ‘Booty’ and boy was it a booty. Already my mouth watered, and I was eager to start to explore.

For the first time in my life, I wondered if I’d disappoint her with my size, and if I made myself bigger, how long it would take to be visible.

“I guess you don’t want coffee then?” I asked, my throat a little dry.

“Later,” she purred. “Right now, I just want some cream.”

Keeping her thong on, she stalked over to where I was standing, and started to undress me.

She had my shirt off in an instant, and then she pressed herself against me, squashing her generous chest against mine as she pulled me down into a passionate kiss. I heard her moan, as I ran my hands down her back and then up to the back of her neck, and pulled her tighter against me, taking a little more of an active role.

I held her in place with one hand and then ran my hand down her back, getting a handful of that ass, and pulled her even harder against me, pressing my arousal against her, through my trousers.

“Mmmmm” she said. “Someone is eager.”

I broke the kiss, and she undid my belt with practiced ease. She slid my pants over my hips and down my legs. I kicked them free, using a sliver of TK to remove my socks with them. In turn I slid my fingers under the waistband of her thong, and slid that down to mid thigh, using TK to take them all the way to the floor. Hadiza stepped out of it.

Before she could move, I moved my head down, kissing her neck, while stroking softly at her chest. She gasped a little as my hands cupped and gently kneaded her breasts, my thumbs finding and gently rolling her nipples.

I tried to connect to her to see what she liked, but her shield rebuffed me, so I had to work blind, which was something I almost never had to do. I did have her aura available though, so I watched that with interest and could see when she was getting more aroused and what made her feel good. It wasn’t as exact, but it was the best I was going to get.

Having figured that out, I moved lower, taking one fat dark nipple into my mouth and sucking gently. I replicated everything I was doing on one, with TK on the other. She moaned as I did this, and by process of watching her aura and feeling how her body moved, and listening to her breathing and moans, I figured out she liked it best when I was a little harsher with her nipples. She shivered and moaned again when I began to nip and chew at them, possibly harder than I would have anticipated.

Hadiza put her hand to the back of my head, pressing me into her tit, her left hand cupping her other breast, where she could feel someone ‘nursing’ but since I was using TK on it, couldn’t find anything to press against.

“Oh my god,” she said. “Nobody’s used TK on me like that before,”

“Really?” I said releasing her. “How about like this?”

She shrieked in surprise as I lifted her clear off the floor, and opened and spread her legs, I released her breast, keeping the stimulation up with my TK and kissed down her belly until I came face to face with her sex.

“Oooh nice,” she said. “No, not that either. I glanced up to see her wide grin shining in the low light of the room.”

For a moment I surveyed her pussy. Her outer lips were dark, darker than the rest of her skin, almost black, and I could see just peeking through her inner lips, her clit which was standing proud, and her opening, which were a bright cerise pink.

I almost giggled as I remembered an old joke, and thought that if I ever DID get a black leather sofa, I’d know exactly the shade of pink I’d need for the cushions.

“Beautiful,” I whispered, as I closed with her sex. And began kissing my way up her thighs.

I didn’t tease her for long, and was soon running my tongue up the length of her sex, starting just north of her asshole, and making it almost all the way to her clit. I managed this two or three times before she growled and reached down, pulling my face into her pussy. She knew what she wanted and I was going to give it to her whether I wanted to or not.

“Oh yeah,” she breathed, as she pressed my face into her snatch. I sucked both of her lips into my mouth and the split them with my tongue, slipping its tip into her opening and swirling it around before sliding it up and taking a quick lap at her bullet like clit.

“Mmmm,” she said. “Not bad for a boy toy.”

I laughed, before once more taking a long lick at her, this time taking a second to run my tongue around her asshole, and stab the tip inside a little, before working all the way up to her clit, and sucking the little nub into my mouth for a few moments of punishment.

“Oooo, someone likes it dirty,” she exclaimed, not at all upset by my exploration.

The next time I moved down to her ass, she pulled her legs up even further and moaned. “Yeah,” she said. “Eat my ass.”

I had no problems at all with that, and dug in with gusto, lapping and licking at her rim, opening her ass up with my tongue. Her hands that had been guiding my head moved, and one went to her breast, which was still being nibbled and chewed on by my TK and the other to her clit, which she started to work in earnest.

I decided that I was going to be in charge, so I grabbed both her wrists with TK and pulled them away from her body, but kept my TK active on both her breasts and her clit as I continued tonguing her rear.

“Oh my god,” she said. “How are you…”

I let my imagination run away with my TK and remembering what I’d done to Sue, I used TK to make a longer tongue, with which I pushed even further up her ass, widening her asshole as I moved up and latched onto her clit, sucking it into her mouth and battering it like a speedbag with my tongue.

“Oohhhh” she moaned as my TK tongue, pressed deeper into her and stretched her wider and I could tell that she was climbing toward the first of her climaxes for this evening. It was then that I pushed two fingers into her drooling twat and twisted them around so I could search for her most sensitive of places.

“Yesss,” she hissed. “Just there.”

I felt her stomach tighten as I worked my TK tongue in her ass, and three fingers in her pussy. All the time I was sucking at her clit and my TK was licking and biting at her nipples. I felt her trying to move her hands to do something else, but I was holding them in place, the restraints seeming to both titillate and frustrate in equal measure.

I stood up, taking my mouth away from her clit, but keeping the stimulation going with my TK, and while continuing to finger her, moved around to her side. I didn’t think that she’d noticed my movement since her eyes were shut, and her hands were held above her head. Everything I’d been doing before was continuing, so when I kissed her, covering her mouth with mine, controlling her breath and invading her with my tongue, her eyes shot open, and a look akin to fear showed.

She squeaked as I held her breath and then, with a great heave, came. I felt a gush of fluids sluice out of her as I shoved four fingers in and out of her, almost brutally prolonging her climax. My TK tongue plundered her rear as her clit and nipples were sucked and toyed with.

After she’d almost reached the end of her climax, I released my kiss, allowing her to gasp a deep breath, the oxygen rush hitting her and sending her into yet another paroxysm of convulsions as her climax that had been almost over seemed to renew itself twofold.

I gentled her down as her orgasm settled, easing the stimulation and feathering gentle kisses onto her face and neck. I’d moved her onto the bed at the same time, so by the time she was finished, she was laid fully on the bed, boneless.

She moaned as she opened her eyes.

“Not bad,” she said after a few moments. “For a boy toy.” Then she laughed. I grinned at her.

“A good start?” I asked.

“Fuck,” she said. “Tell David I told him to hire you immediately and second you to my personal protection detail.”

“You have a personal protection detail?” I asked.

She laughed. “No,” she said. “But I need an excuse. That was…”

I waited to see what word she’d use to describe it.

“Nice,” she said. I barked a laugh.

“Nice?” I said.

“Well if you achieve excellence the first time, what do you have left to strive for?” she asked.

“Besides,” she said pouncing on me. “It’s my turn.”

She pinned me to the bed, once more locking her lips with mine, as she grabbed my cock and started to squeeze it in her hand, almost to the point of pain.

She worked her way quickly down my body, keeping her hand on my chest to hold me in place as she licked and kissed her way down, inhaling my cock almost incidentally when she was level with it.

She took me effortlessly to the back of her throat, and pressed forward, taking me deeper than anyone had ever done before, until with a feeling of shock, I felt her suck both my balls into her mouth as well.

She began moving up and down on my cock, working the tip deep in her throat, no evidence at all of a gag reflex, while her tongue lapped and lathered around my balls as she sucked on my entire package.

I started to hallucinate that she wasn’t actually human, since it seemed an age since she’d actually breathed, when she finally pulled back, releasing me from the tight confines of her throat and pulling completely off me. I heard her gasp for breath, as I gasped with the sensation she’d elicited.

“Turn over,” she growled, but gave me no chance to comply before she’d flipped me onto my belly. For her size she was incredibly strong.

She reached up and grabbed my cock, pulling it down so it was pointing down between my legs, as she closed in, and shoved her tongue up my ass.

I didn’t really notice as she pulled me up onto my knees, my face still pressed to the bed as she alternately ate my ass, and then engulfed my entire manhood, balls and all, into her mouth, overwhelming me with sensations I could barely comprehend. I could feel my climax building, but each time she changed focus it slid away a little, only to come crashing back as she either engulfed me once again, or slid her fat tongue into my twitching asshole. I swear that her tongue was so deep inside me that she was licking my prostate.

Eventually I could stand no more, and with a gasp and a groan, I spasmed into my orgasm. She’d just taken me down her throat for the last time, and when she felt my cock start to pulse in her mouth, she just stayed there, suckling gently and humming, as I shot jet after jet of cum straight into her stomach.

She held me there for a few moments after I’d finished, and then gently released me, keeping a gentle suction on as she slid off my cock, cleaning me. She eased me down onto the bed, where I lay breathless and boneless panting.

“Oh,” I said. “That was…”

I opened one eye and looked at her where she’d take position to my side.

“Nice.” I finished.

She grinned at me.

“How about that coffee?” she asked.

I gestured in the general direction of the Nespresso machine. “Help yourself.”

She snorted.

“Some gentleman,” she said.

“If you wait until I can move again,” I told her, “I’d be happy to…”

She laughed.

“I’ll get it,” she said and moved off the bed, making us both a drink.

By the time the coffee was ready, I’d recovered enough to turn over, and sit up. She handed me my drink.

“Thank you,” she said. “I really needed that.”

“I’m the one that should be thanking you,” I said. “That was amazing.”

She smiled.

“I’d like to stay, if that’s okay?” she said. “Somehow fuck and go seems kind of sordid.”

“That’s more than okay,” I said. “But I warn you I get up at four every morning.”

“That’s fine,” she said. “I’m kind of an early riser myself.”

“You need anything from your room?” I asked.

She shook her head. “I have a toothbrush in my purse,” she said. “And if we’re up early I can go back and get a shower and changed when you get up, and before I go down for breakfast.”

“I would like to have breakfast with you,” I told her. “If you’re okay with that.”

She smiled at me.

“I’d like that,” she said.

We finished our coffee, and both settled into the bed for the night. She snuggled up against me, her naked body fitting well against my side. She ran her hand down my body.

“You have a nice body,” she said.

I bit my lip a little wondering.

“Now you’re wondering if the stories about black men are true.” she said. “And if I blew you because you’re not big enough to satisfy me any other way?”

Once more I checked my shields.

“The answer is no,” she said. “Men are men. Some are big, some are small, and their color doesn’t make a difference, at least in my experience. The biggest guy I’ve ever been with was a white dude, as was the smallest. I don’t like overly big men, for two reasons. First they hurt. And second because they seem to think that what they see on porn films is true. IF they hammer away at full tilt, somehow the girl will be overcome as their massive cock conquers them. In reality they just hurt and damage us.

“For me, your cock is the perfect size. Anything around six or seven inches is comfortable for me to take anywhere, and I do love it everywhere.”

All the time she was talking, she was stroking my belly, her hand sneaking lower and lower with each caress, until she had me rock hard again, stroking and teasing at my manhood under the covers.

“Would you like to see?” she asked.

I smiled at her. “I’d love to,” I told her. She rolled onto her back, and pulled me on top of her, spreading her legs.

“No tricks or powers,” she said gently, “Just take me, love me.”

She reached down, placing the tip of my cock against her opening, and then with her other hand, pressed against the small of my back, her meaning clear. Gently I slid inside her. She was hot, and wet, and tight.

She sighed.

“Aahhhh,” she said. “That’s nice.”

I smiled at her, as I leaned down to once more capture her lips with mine in a gentle kiss.

We made love twice more in the night, and she finally gave me her ass in the shower the next morning, before heading back to her room to get ready for her day.

“I’ll meet you downstairs in forty minutes,” she said, “for breakfast.”