Forget Me Knots on Ancient Ruins
Forget-Me-Knots on Ancient Ruins
“People seldom examine the whole set.” Lyra split the ring and took the door key. Bob hadn’t used this one lately and probably wouldn’t notice it was gone. After stashing her treasure, the female crept into the room and slipped the slightly lighter fob back into the warden’s abandoned pants.
I should do the lipstick deception under the sheet whilst beside him. If he awakened, she could employ maneuvers to mask her actions. A few tension-filled minutes later, she stirred in her slumber. The action covered her one hand secreting her lipstick tube into the join of the mattress and headboard. She watched for his waking, and didn’t have very long to wait.
“You’re not getting away from me so quickly.” Today, the CEO didn’t scramble up to scan for scattered condoms. Instead, he rolled onto his side and trapped the girl under his arm.
“~I do have a plan B.” Lyra mumbled and smacked her lips as if her mouth was dry but was unconcerned of the arm at her waist. “Party?” She pulled one arm free to pantomime sticking a needle in his arm. Will the thought of getting buzzed before the business day chase him away?
“Boinkee instead.” Bob lifted his one hand to make a donut hole with his thumb and forefinger. His other closed to a fist with the pointer finger repeatedly plunging like a piston into the loop. It was a universal sign that was unmistakable in any language.
He had to remove his arm to perform the two-handed gesture: the girl rolled away from his hold. She stood quickly and squirmed her legs tightly to indicate some bathroom urgency.
“Wait!” With a speedy motion that outdistanced hers, Wall shot out his hand and locked her wrist. “Me first. You take way too long.”
“~You don’t know that I understand English.” Lyra cocked her head as if trying to comprehend. “~You have to play our game by the established rules and use baby talk, charades or the dictionary.”
“Me,” he pointed to his own chest and then at the toilet, “pee-pee”.
“Well little buddy,” Bob already had himself in hand, as his shoulder nudged the bathroom door closed, “did we play hide-the-sausage again?” He looked down at the red smears that matched the shade of her smile. “I sure hope you enjoyed yourself because again, I don’t recall it at all.
“Ahhh,” what should’ve been just blissful bladder relief, “OW,” had a painful precursor: something tore free and preceded the golden stream. “Do I have the clap?” Then he remembered taking a sly precaution.
“Something here is bogus.” After leaving the Jacuzzi, the stoned nerd had plugged his penis tip with a dollop of Vaseline to prevent his catching any diseases: just in case he was too frenetic to reach for a rubber.
“My ejaculating night should’ve dislodged it.” Bob’s pondering mind took his attention from his aiming and warm wet droplets on his shins alerted him to the fact he was currently hitting the toilet seat.
“My come-bob-u-later is covered in lip marks?” He had to adjust his pointing anyways, so Wall bent over to take a close inspection. “This just looks like a haphazardly drawn line that’s been finger smudged.”
“That bitch has been pulling some fast ones over on me!” A realization of how completely he had been conned hammered his ego in a staccato of telling blows. “A knee in my nuts was probably no accident and crushing them again on the couch could’ve been purposely done.”
“That slut shot me up with heroin just to put me to sleep.” For what he knew, she mightn’t have even had her period when she claimed.
“She can clean up my mess or sit in it for all I care.” Bob observed the puddle he had sprayed on the seat. “She could’ve had a rich master but she has piddled on her only meal ticket.”
I got you again! Lyra was poised beside the bathroom door. No sooner he had stepped past the lintel, than she was brushing past. The girl smiled sweetly at his frown, in the instant before slamming the door in his face. He’s such easy picking, for my manipulations.
“~Oink! What a swine. It was a stool, vomit and now its urine.”
“You’ll rue the cloudy day you decided to rain on my hospitality.” Bob stood facing the closed door and staring thunderbolts through it. When he heard the shower start, he stormed off to his private office.
The CEO further vented some of his anger by spinning the deadbolt to her enclosure, with vehemence. “My slave isn’t going anywhere until I’ve paid her back—measure for full measure.” He patted his pocket and was rewarded by the reassuring jingle of keys.
“Wait a minute.” His hand still rested on the jagged bulge in his pants. “Where did I last see her needle kit?” It had been in the kitchen and she was currently in the bathroom. The junky can enjoy her withdrawal until I decide otherwise. He slipped back and snatched her supply. “The game from now on will be ruled by my one-sided referee.”
[The tender doe has the grizzled stag keeping a party animal’s hours.]
Tariq pried open his eyes and focused them on his cheap watch: it read one thirty. I assume it’s in the afternoon.
[You danced with your sweetmeat until dawn—now pay the piper.]
“Let me empty my mind of cobwebs before you fill it up with fluff.” He staggered to the fridge and drained a bottle of water. “I’m on nights because that’s when she can reach me: I’ll sleep when Bob’s in his office.”
[What if you miss something the irritating hemorrhoid is up to?]
“Good point.” Tariq winced. “I’ll forget about napping all together.”
[Your harem dreams have made you one mixed up camel-jockey.]
“Why are you ragging on me about her?” The man trudged his way to the small bathroom. “You sound like my older sister when I went through puberty.” He couldn’t resist taking a long glance in the mirror. “I’ve seen units with the same mileage looking far worse for wear—and you shut up.”
[I didn’t say anything.]
“I heard what you were thinking.”
[Liar! I can look into your thoughts but it’s one-way glass.]
“Why am I a mixed up camel jockey?” Tariq’s mind reversed.
[The featured film in your nocturnal theater had a Christian theme.]
“Jericho haunted my dreams.” The Iranian flushed, rinsed his hands and then plugged in his kettle. “Yum-yum,” he opened a jar, “the hype says this will instantly become coffee.”
[Why did you buy it? This is Seattle: there are far more cafés and java franchises than hooky-playing police officers to frequent them all.]
“It always struck me as odd for a sheik’s corporation,” Tariq changed the subject as he spooned some mystical brown powder and stirred, “would rest its faith in a firewall named for a Biblical battle.”
[Isn’t that name and it function also slightly oxymoronic?]
“At least!” The hacker chuckled at the irony. “What foonbone names a security barrier after walls that collapse to the sound of trumpets?”
[Are we going to hear some loud bugle blasts today?]
“I’d like recreating the boom of Krakatau.” Purportedly, that Javanese volcanic island exploding made the loudest sound ever heard on earth.
[Krakatau was just a pop next to Odin’s cutting an over-ripe cheese.]
“This java is truly sludge.” The Iranian stared at the vile liquid in his cup. “Maybe it’ll be palatable after it grows cold.” He tickled his mouse and the screen sprang to life. “Let’s take a tuning-fork at the fortifications, to see if there are any acoustical changes since I last sang on the ramparts.”
Tariq put out his first tentative probe and the target system immediately shut him down. He took another sip of coffee and grimaced at its taste.
“A trumpet in the background would be appropriate,” with a download, he had Dizzy Gillespie playing, “and I can use all the help I can get.”
[Are you stalled in a thorny rut or a horny buck thinking about the rut?]
“That’s probably why I was fretful in my sleep.” The flustered hacker pulled his fingers away from the keyboard. “I have no idea how to crack in to where I must and just as few clues on how I’ll liberate Lyra.”
[You worked as the system administrator: you should know it cold.]
“I spent my time trying to find how to break into the firewall,” the ex-IT man smiled sardonically, “precisely to ensure that it was me-proof.”
[You were stalled, but now you’re purposely stalling.]
“I know,” it sucked to be arguing with a presence that knew his mind better than Tariq did, “but I have days to do what I couldn’t do in months.”
I would cut her clothes away with a razor knife while Sergey chained her ankle and then I’d push her overboard. Bob’s mental imagery played out a juvenile violence fantasy. The ship would be moving so she would drag over a reef and her blood would draw the sharks—like in that Bond movie—except she wouldn’t escape in the end. A slice of reality then intruded on his imagining: Wall didn’t currently have a boat.
“That situation is unacceptable.” The nerd mumbled. “I ought to have the world’s biggest yacht and with the second largest as my spare.” His glance to his side found the event coordinator frowning at his inattention.
Drowning while being chewed by sharks is too quick and painless for her. As background noise to his mental vignettes, Wall heard the keynote speaker rumbling like a diesel generator at a remote cabin—where the girl was tied naked to a tree as wolf bait. I’ll bite her in choice places before the timber wolves finish her off. The CEO would’ve gladly ditched out, but this symposium was going to net too many buyers for him to miss it.
“Just hold on.” The geek put his cell phone to his ear after pretending to get a vibrate ring. “I’ll find somewhere I can talk.” He apologized with a nod to his disapproving hostess and she pointed a door that led outside.
“Frigging Russians or Ukrainians or who the hell cares what they are.” He kept the phone with the dead air at his ear. I should be allowed to talk to myself whenever I want without having to make any pretense to hide it.
“I’ve earned the right to a lot of stuff that never quite works out as I want.” One was Sergey not giving a free replacement for the defective slave. She should’ve had a warrantee. Bob bemoaned the mobster having pressed to have that one back in trade and with a web portal link thrown in as a deal sweetener. Wall had been forced to agree or be stuck with the girl who had abused him. “I’m required to provide an Internet advertisement so guys can leave my portal site and drool over a girl that I had—but didn’t take. Where is the justice that extreme wealth is supposed to buy?”
Fine, I see I have only two minutes. Bob looked into the door’s small window at the woman signaling him with that many fingers aloft. “I also have two days to get revenge for everything that mafia whore did to me.” In two days, one of the mobster’s underlings would make the swap. “And I’m wasting one of them at this piece-of-crap gab fest.”
“What can I do to her in one day that makes up for my living hell from a solid knee to my gonads?” I’ll have a surgeon sew a set of testicles onto her: so I can kick them and let her know exactly what it feels like. So what if it wasn’t medically possible yet. I’ll fund research into female-to-male gender operations and she’ll the unwilling test subject. Bob realized the retaliation wouldn’t be practical in the short time frame but adolescent daydreams generally don’t have plausible plotlines.
“At least she’ll be going through withdrawals.” He had her medicine in his suitcase. “Tonight I’ll try only using half of what she injected me with. I’ll have a better knowledge of how to get the proper service from my next slave.” Sergey had assured him this one was broken in better. “I won’t make the same mistake of coddling my next one.”
The CEO scuffed his foot at a clod of dirt on the cement. “This is Lyra.” He crushed the lump under his toe and ground it into powder. A spider was near the door and he squashed it. “That was my slave girl too.”
Looking back into the glass, Bob could see the hostess inside dancing in her seat and showing him one finger. “I have one digit for her too and it isn’t that one.” Wall had one minute before they wanted him inside and only one day to get into the girl he should’ve had all along. “There won’t be even one single minute of it wasted. I’ll tie her to the bed with barbed wire and do what I should’ve done on day one.”
He shut his phone and opened the door. Smile for all the nice jerks: I better make this speech a good one: to be worth what I gave up to give it’.
“~You’ve been awfully quiet lately.” Sergey confronted his top man: then switched to English for practice. “One might even call you taciturn.”
“Why speak when there is nothing that requires talking about?” The Anaconda regarded his boss with the scowl he had worn since the girl left. You forced a newly learned word into our conversation but incorrectly. His uncommunicativeness wasn’t habitual before: it had become so.
‘Reticent’ described him better. The Anaconda was unwilling to talk or reveal all the facts. His allowing Sergey to live with the knowledge of the earlier intimate injury from a woman had cost Victor part of a lifetime in service to a lesser man. He wasn’t going to repeat that mistake.
“Perhaps two men should chat just because they are such very good friends with a long history.” The chief mobster viewed his pet Anaconda. Something had changed in the enforcer’s demeanor but perhaps it was only a continuation of a subtle shift in his behavior that began when the girl was taken. “Howsoever, at this timorous juncture we have much to discuss.”
“I suggest you mean tumultuous.” Anaconda would’ve left the word unchallenged but didn’t want to participate in a conversation that smacked of fear or hesitancy. He had neither apprehension nor fright. I could kill the Obshina with bare-hands in seconds if it served my newer objectives.
“The client is dissatisfied with our merchandise.” Sergey grinned expansively and punched his subaltern’s shoulder. He didn’t realize how close he stood to his impending mortality. “I’m sending you on a vacation and perhaps, it will lighten your mood.”
“The female?” The ex-Spesnaz commando glowered. Worse than the pain of loosing his manhood was his morning upon waking to the reality. After tearing his hand free of the pantyhose bonds, his fingers had explored his un-manning wound. Even that was not as bad as later in the bathroom.
“My friend, I never expected you to fail in any way but I believe you performed her indoctrination too successfully.” Sergey chuckled wickedly as he imagined the atrocities performed against her. “She hasn’t satiated the rich American and she’s ridiculed him.”
“I am to dispose of the defective product?” The disfigured man’s dark emotions surged. I’ll kill her slowly on a toilet seat. Anaconda recalled his first morning’s urination. It was a spray of buckshot from a gun sawed off at the breech. I had to sit to finish—like a female!
“Get ready to go and we can discuss more details when I have them.”
The Anaconda’s stride was parade square crisp as he marched away. His decision of what would happen to the woman was already locked and loaded in his mind. A need for vengeance wins over lingering loyalty. I’ll follow Sergey’s orders but only insofar as they coincide with my desires.
[Your thoughts now are as convoluted as your semi-erotic dream was.]
“I’m switching back and forth between watching the doings at Wall Soft, while unsuccessfully trying to burrow into the Jericho fortress. I’m also too concerned about Lyra to make any progress.” Tariq took sip of his now cold cup. “I need an inspiration—and better coffee.”
[Then stop whining and go get a decent shot of caffeine.]
The programmer dumped his half empty mug into the sink on his way out: he moved on autopilot because his brain was absorbed in his thoughts. That security firewall resists my every attempt, as I knew that it would.
“I’ll have a large latte with skim milk and no foam.”
[Keeping your figure trim to impress the female?]
“A chocolate chip cookie and what else?” The youth taking the orders had a vast assortment of facial piercing. The dozen or so studs and rings partially obscured the tiny headphones that were also wedged in his ears.
“A skinny latte: hold the foam.” Tariq elevated his volume and tapped his finger on an inverted stack of large-sized cups. “The coffee’s flavor comes through the slim milk better.”
[Omit the cream completely and you’ll have the full taste.]
“Then it wouldn’t be a latte.” The programmer watched as the staffer poured whole milk into the stainless steel carafe: the youth hadn’t heard a word over tunes blasting in his head. “Trumpets made the walls fall!”
[I missed something.]
“So did I until just now.” He cheerfully took his drink despite it’s not being what he originally wanted. It was still better than his earlier swill. “The firewall I’m trying to breach is watching for hack attempts. I’ve been using innocuous routes to try to get in. Presumably, those have been duly recorded. Had I been successful I could’ve deleted evidence afterwards.”
[What’s changed in your approach?]
“I’m going to make as much noise as necessary to flood the files. Plus, my brass band will be playing slightly off-key.” This is hard to explain in non-technical terms. “I’ll send numerous assaults but each will contain a non-equating equation. The firewall will note and save them but unsettled files should make stack errors. Sub-routines will try resolving the conflicts by reprocessing the data—that still just doesn’t quite add up.”
[I assume there is a breach created somehow.]
“Processor chips can only work so fast and people using the secure net still need to access the outside lines. With the incoming system swamped Jericho may lag in handling outbound traffic: if a gate delays—I’m in.”
[It’s like waiting for an apartment building door to open from the inside and catching it before it swings shuts.]
“This had better work on my first attempt.” Back at his workspace, the programmer found the email from Kiev. “Lyra is running out of time.”
“Warm up the brass section.” Tariq took the time to download more Dizzy Gillespie tunes. Sheik Ghazi, you’ll bear the full brunt of my current foul humor against Bob Wall. “It’s going to be loud and butt-ugly nasty.”
“This better be good!” The fearsome Sheik frowned down at his IT manager. His towering height over the tiny man was made more imposing by the underling being seated. “You pulled me away from a lovely lady.”
“There’s been a system crash.” The diminutive man trembled because his news definitely didn’t fit the label of ‘good’. “It was the maximum.”
“The maximum is a seldom achievable superlative,” the Arab held his ominously looming posture, “it’s as saying a car is the fastest or a woman is of ultimate sexiness.”
“This computer attack was far too brutal for a lesser description.” The computer man wasn’t used to human confrontation and his fear dripped on the blotter in the form of sweat: the office gossip hinted that bin Omani had actually killed employees that angered him. “I don’t know how a hacker could’ve cause worse damage than this one did.”
“Your duties,” Ghazi’s caustic words sprayed out complete with an acid rain of spittle, “were to prevent digital intrusion.”
“Achieving the ultimate in security,” the small man arrived at his terror saturation point and drew resolve from it, “is as impractical as finding a female who is too good in bed. Even with my administrator access, I don’t think I could’ve equaled such an excessive plateau of devastation.”
“Describe it for me.” Ghazi’s aggression subsided in the shadow of the impending revelation. Trepidation the IT man previously had—transferred back to the employer. As a barracuda leery of a mackerel, the sheik shied away from the desk. “Give it to me in detail.”
“The hacker collapsed our firewall. I don’t know how, as there are no records remaining. Once inside the security, he must have gained access to password files but that can’t be checked either.”
“How do you know that if the logs have been altered?”
“From the actions he was later able to perform, he needed to have total permissions and those could only be obtained from the root directory.” The information technologist wiped perspiration from his forehead. “Sir, I didn’t say the assess history registries were changed. They are gone.”
“A vandal broke into our system but deleted evidence of his actions?”
“Not quite—I mean. Mr. Omani, I’m afraid to tell you everything.”
“Was it your fault?”
“The hacker froze the duty tech’s monitors: he was unaware until it was too late. By the time I responded here, the system was long gone.”
“Then tell me straight out or you will have reason for your dread.”
“All the data is gone.” The tech manager had used his laptop plugged directly into the storage devices: that was the only way left to find out.
“How much information will be lost when we restore it?”
“Our backups were done for each of seven days, then the weeks worth went to a file until each month ended when a compilation was then stored.”
“That didn’t answer my question.”
“After first erasing the data, the hacker must’ve spoofed the system into running consecutive backups corresponding to the appropriate dates. If he didn’t use high-security erasing protocols then we might eventually be able to reconstruct some of it. I haven’t been able to determine that yet.”
“The server computers are also destroyed.”
“Was he physically in the building?”
“He wasn’t here but short of smashing the boxes with a hammer—he couldn’t have done more harm. After the data was wiped out, he worked on the hardware. I suppose he set drive heads bouncing on the spinning hard disks. They are pitted and irretrievable. Then he must’ve fed looping equations into the processors from random access memory. The chips ran continuously and built up heat until they fried themselves.”
“Then he left the network?”
“There was really nothing left to leave. It would be like his talking on a phone with someone in a city obliterated by a nuclear bomb.”
“What do we still have left of Omani Corp’s computer system?”
“The computers in personal offices that were to be switched off at the time of the incursion should still be operational.”
“This is going to cost a fortune.” The bin Omani CEO dropped his face into his hands and unconsciously voiced his thoughts. “I have to replace the whole infra net and rebuild the data from my subsidiary companies.”
“I’ve been getting calls from subordinate IT people. There is massive damage in your group’s networks too. They’re all tied into this main hub.”
“All!” Ghazi looked up: his usually tan Arabic skin was chalk white.
“The hacker did the maximum damage.” The system administrator had to carefully guard his expression. Perversely, he had to take his hat off to the talented hacker. Fire fighters often found themselves in awe of a gifted arsonist and the IT tech had witnessed a masterpiece of digital vandalism. “His devastation didn’t miss a trick and that was after breaking a complex firewall touted as frangible only with divine intervention.”
“Is there any way—no matter how expensive—of finding who did it?”
“The FBI, Internet backbone providers or maybe Wall Soft would be your best source. Truthfully sir, even knowing if he is traceable is above my league of expertise.”
“Wall Soft?” Ghazi heard the paragraph but only absorbed one snippet.
“Their software is the platform on which most others run.”
The shaken Sheik staggered from the small office. He was too stunned to consider whether he should kill or fire the messenger.
“This will cost millions!” Sheik bin Omani underestimated. The final bill would ultimately come in at quadruple the amount of his lost ship’s worth. “Bob Wall the geek will sorely regret his poor choice of enemies.”
‘Did you and he have problems since we talked?’ Tariq answered his page after only a second and immediately went to the important business.
‘I think everything is still the same as ever,’ Lyra typed quickly, ‘but I don’t know much time I have: Bob didn’t show up but his office is empty.’
‘The CEO attended a geek speak in Chicago and stayed over’
‘Why did you ask if we had troubles?’ Bob frowned this morning but I was shutting him out again.
‘A swap is arranged.’ Tariq showed her a copy of the email. While she took several minutes to absorb the contents, he used the computer access to eliminate his previously left evidence.
‘Bob must’ve figured out what I’ve been doing.’ Retrospectively, his features responded too quickly, for my brushing past to have been the only reason. ‘Today he also took away my needle kit.’
‘May I ask you a personal question?’
‘Yes, but I’ll answer that one before you have a chance to pose it. No, but I don’t know why not. The drug just seems to have no effects on me.’
‘That’s not rare. I’m the same. I found out after a knee surgery, when given morphine to kill the pain—it didn’t even blunt it.’
Thoughts of the heroin reminded Lyra of the man she really should’ve killed when she had the opportunity. Anaconda will take revenge and I’m dead or worse than. She wanted to out type her fears: her fingers hovered but refused to budge.
‘Are you still there?’
‘I’m thinking.’ The girl pecked. ‘Your news is devastating me.’
‘Then I’ll get you out of there.’
‘Can you do that?’ Her dashed hopes elevated slightly.
‘I’m not an army.’ The programmer realized his rashness. ‘You saw what happened last time I tangled with them alone.’
‘Then this chat is probably my swansong.’
‘I’m not giving up and neither are you.’ Do you know why Bob would want to send you away? Could he change his mind? Do we want him to? Tariq’s mind cycled through questions but none fit what he most needed to know. ‘Can we buy some more time?’
‘My dealings with Bob are like a teetering stack of raw eggs. It’s too convoluted to elucidate but any one discovery breaks the remainder.’
‘Your command of English amazes me: I’ve never even heard a native speaker say elucidate. I can’t detect an accent in your typing either.’
‘That’s humorous: Bob doesn’t know that I speak one word of it.’
‘A helicopter will arrive at Bob’s office where you’ll be exchanged for another girl.’ He recapped information she already had from the email. ‘You’ll fly to Sea-Tac airport and transfer to a jet bound for Detroit.’
‘That could be a switch. When I came here from Ukraine we avoided immigration by having another plane as a decoy.’
‘What date was that?’ With the information, Tariq checked in Bob’s files. ‘This destination is true. I found billing information from that other journey. They’ve set up the same ploy to bring your replacement but both those flights terminate before you’re due to take off to Detroit.’
‘If the Anaconda shows up to pick me up, it doesn’t matter where the flight is going to, because I won’t land in one breathing piece’
‘Was he was the pig walking on his hind legs?’
‘That was Sergey. Next to Anaconda, he’s a cuddly teddy bear.’
‘What would stop him?’
‘A legion of crack troops probably couldn’t even slow him up.’
‘If I try to rescue you here in Seattle, we have only several brief and very poor opportunities. However, Sergey must have a reason for your going to Detroit. I could follow and find a better opportunity.’
‘I’m scared and I’m quivering. I can’t even think straight.’
‘Can I help?’ I’ll try pushing support through the link we seem to have.
‘Talk with me and tell me something I don’t know about you.’
‘I have a spirit in my head that thinks he’s a Norse god. He latched on during my afterlife journey. He’s a parasite sucking out my one-liners.’
‘LOL—really?’ The girl took her hands away from the keyboard and found they weren’t shaking so badly anymore.
‘I’m afraid so. That makes me a schizophrenic.’
‘It doesn’t if he’s real. Can he summon a militia of Vikings?’
‘He’s as useless to me as running-shoes are to a rattlesnake.’
‘What were you doing last night in Bob’s computer?’
‘This is what’s being delivered to Asia,’ Tariq opened a video box for her, ‘instead of the newest version of his program.’
‘It’s funny,’ Lyra recalled her lashing out at Bob by ruining his pens, ‘but it’s also a bit childish.’
‘On the surface and by only seeing the one incident—it is juvenile. I’m stirring up animosity between two big players.’ The programmer quickly outlined the attacks he reciprocally made on bin Omani.
‘A big corporation doesn’t go to war another over only a few incidents. If anything they might be scrambling to avoid further conflict.’
‘Do you want to hear an old man’s reminiscing?’
‘I don’t recall your being overly ancient—but sure.’
‘One night, in my teens, I snuck out my basement bedroom window.’
‘Was it to meet a girl?’ Lyra interjected. ‘Was she cute?’
‘If you must know, yes and yes. But that’s not the tale’s point.’
‘Juicy bits like that makes a story better.’
‘I didn’t get home until the wee hours of the morning.’
‘What were you doing with her that kept you out so late?’
‘I’ll let your prurient mind fill in that blank in my recounting.’
‘Ooh, you just made this narrative really nasty.’
‘You’re incorrigible.’ Tariq blushed at the flirtatiousness. ‘Anyways, I climbed into bed. And before you ask—I was alone. At least, I thought I was. Soon I felt something crawling under my covers.’
‘The teenybopper wanted more so she followed you home.’
‘Spiders had crawled in the window that I had left open for my way in. I found more of them in my search—actually they were harvestmen: folks here call them daddy-long-legs.’
‘If I was that particular girl,’ Lyra upped her risqué ante, ‘I would’ve been there to assist your hunt.’
‘If you were there with me,’ Tariq met the bawdy bet and raised it, ‘an arachnid invasion might’ve passed unnoticed.’
‘I’m liking this chronicle even more now. Please continue.’
‘I tried to sleep again but was wary. I soon felt another moving on my body and I rummaged my whole room again.’
‘I’m having trouble understanding how this equates to Bob and Ghazi.’
‘I’m getting there now. The second search produced the last crawling critter of the evening but I still didn’t sleep a wink. Every time I felt a hair flutter or if my active imagination detected a tickle, I was up and looking.’
‘They’ve discovered bugs. Each will check for a creepy-crawly when they experience any of life’s unexpected happenings. You’re a genius.’
‘I’m just a man.’
‘That’s a fact I’m also extremely well aware of.’
I have a number of possible responses in mind. Tariq’s fingers locked up. Who can blame her for just being lonely?
‘Are you still there?’
‘Yes. The worst thing I can do now to both of them—is nothing at all.’
‘It also leaves you free to be my knight in shining body armor.’
‘That’s my principle job.’
‘Meet me in Detroit.’ She made her choice. ‘That has the best chance.’
[A rattlesnake parasite that thinks he’s a Norse god!]
“I was checking if you eavesdropped on my private conversations.”
“~I’ve read this magazine so often I could recite it from memory.” The slave was curled up on the couch when the software CEO shuffled in.
“I have some special fun planned for tonight.” Bob stopped walking and looked at her. Was it possible that she was faking a nil command of his language? English wasn’t an obscure tongue like Finnish where only Fins mostly spoke it. Every place in the current world had some English in the vocabulary, for technical terms and to accommodate tourist trade and international business. Unless she was raised in an inaccessible corner of rural Ukrainian, the girl should’ve at least known a few English words.
“~Then I need to defuse those anticipated ploys.” The heroin bereft junky shouted at the man that took her drugs. She threw the magazine at him but it didn’t connect. The periodical was worn from overuse and the staples ripped free when she fired it. The blizzard of loose sheets lost their inertia and fluttered harmlessly. The cloud of paper dissipated to show her pointedly demonstrating her need. “~Addicted girls are uncontrollable.”
“Isn’t it here?” Bob lied for his own benefit and he pretended a search under the chair’s cushion. Should he just give it back to make her docile or withhold it for more punishment? Though easily predictable, Wall hadn’t anticipated this complication. “You’ll get your precious stuff back after I get what I want.” He abandoned his ridiculously unconvincing searching.
“~We’ll try your game,” she dropped to her knees and clasped begging hands, “~until we play mine instead.”
“That’s what I want first.” Bob unzipped his fly as he stepped forward.
This isn’t a playful contest anymore. The determinedly reluctant girl pressed her lips so tightly together they started to turn white. I can up the stakes as well. She tilted her head back slightly while defiantly thrusting her chin forward. As he can see, nothing is going into this mouth until the drugs are forthcoming. Lyra roughly shoved his hips away.
“Why don’t you just do things the way I want you to?” The Wall Soft CEO stood his ground a pace from her and glowered. “If I don’t get you under control first, you might savagely bite it.” He pointed to the bedroom and then signed a needle squirting. “I wanted you to suffer withdrawal a bit longer but I think I’ll be better served if you are passive.”
The girl urgently nodded her acceptance of the proffered deal. This is happening at too fast a pace but I can’t think of how to slow it down.
“That’s better,” he swept a hand gesture telling her to lead, “but once you’re under my firm control it’s going to get nasty for you.”
“~Do you think telling me your plans ahead of time is wise.” Jabbering eagerly in her own tongue, Lyra scurried towards the bedchamber. What has he brought with him? She noticed a shopping bag he had set down by the office door on his way in. I don’t have time for a peek just yet.
“Why didn’t you just behave like this from the start?” On entering the room, Bob found her already seated on her knees on the middle of the bed. Her face had a sultry smile and she was patting a spot for him to sit beside her. “Is it possible I’ve been wrong about your toying with me? All the while, you just wanted me to be forceful.”
“~Where did you get your shrewd insight into my female mind?” Lyra had her hands roaming his upper torso before Bob had finished taking his semi-seated position. I’m still not certain how I’m going to gain the upper hand. She snatched pillows to prop his back. “~I have the dreadful notion I’ll have to let you get further than I’ve yet allowed.”
“You like a powerful man who takes what he wants and I want these.” Bob went straight for the goodies. His arm swung over to cup his palm and splayed fingers on her right breast. “That’s a nice titty!”
“~Your foreplay is subtle but tremendously effective.” Lyra dislodged his groping hand by jumping and twisting to straddle his hips. This is the same position as when I tried making jam from his squashed berries. “~Too bad they aren’t as susceptible now as they were then.” No matter. I have other devices. In tandem motion with both hands, the fervent female pulled his front shirttails free of his belt. To follow up, Lyra employed all the strength and speed she could muster, to rip her hands up and away. “~You’ve now got the ravaging wench you so greatly wanted.”
“You really mean it this time!” His shirt was torn asunder with several buttons even flying free to ping off the walls. Bob dreamed about this kind of action and it was finally becoming reality.
“~It’ll keep getting better until it unexpectedly grows worse.” Smiling coyly, the girl leaned her face down as if about to kiss his lips. He grabbed my breast so his is now my fair game. Her target shifted and the slave’s teeth chomped hard onto her master’s left nipple.
“Ayee!” Those are sensitive. Moisture welled in his eyes in response to the sharp pain. Watch out Bob! She’s trying to wound you again.
“Grrrr!” Lyra released her clenched teeth as quickly as she had latched on. “~Didn’t you like my gentle nip?” Continuing to growl menacingly, the wild pussycat moved her snapping teeth higher up towards Bob’s face. The girl sustained her catty playacting by fully extending her tongue. The lioness then gave her enraptured prey a long lick from the tip of his nose to between his eyebrows. “~I’ll have to wash my tongue off with soap.”
“That felt incredible!” The shock of his bitten nipple was completely rinsed away by the velvety wetness of that sensational lick. His shoulders sagged under her two hands pressing her weight onto them and her bright blue eyes were staring intently down into his.
Lyra beheld his pale grey orbs for a long pause. Then, she scrunched her eyebrows as if racked by a sudden and intense pain. I’ve contrived him through some pleasant emotions. Now, he can have a taste of the reverse. She sat back onto her heels and pulled her elbows tightly into her sides. Lyra forced her body to shudder as violently as possible. Can he see how badly this junky needs her stuff? “~Does this make you feel heartless?”
“You’re earning your fix.” Should he ease her suffering? Bob watched as she flipped off him to adopt a dejected perch on the edge of the mattress. She deserved it for what she did to him but how could they keep the tempo in between bouts of her symptoms? Her back was turned and he observed several more spasms. “I’ll let you have your needle now.”
“~Remember, I don’t speak your language.” She spoke in a muted voice and her head remained turned away.
“Take it.” Bob pulled the kit from his pocket and tapped her with it. The relieved girl took the gift and hugged it to her breast. “Shoot up right here so it doesn’t take long.” He patted the bed and made needle gestures.
“~I don’t think so.” Lyra nodded in full agreement. I need him to make a motion to distract himself. The girl smiled and tugged at the kit’s zipper to peek at the treasure within.
The software CEO moved to sit upright: he placed his hands beside his hips to lever his legs over the edge of the bed.
“~That’ll work.” As quick as a scorpion tail from a hiker’s sneaker, the female jumped to her feet and nimbly outdistanced his hampered reaction to grab. As she reached the door, Lyra turned and looked back. Her finger and thumb tip held close together foretold that she would be quick about it.
“I thought it was clear you should do it here.”
“~I have another idea.” Lyra smiled wickedly at the man on the bed. She pantomimed removing a shirt and pants then pointed at Bob. That’ll give him something to occupy both his mind and his time.
The CEO aped back her stripping motions and pointed at himself for confirmation. Lyra nodded and grinned excitedly. She held up the kit between her two fingers and with the other hand, she confirmed the wait wouldn’t be lengthy. On her way out the door, she gave it a quick tug to allow it to partially close behind her.
“Little Bob is actually going to get boinked this time,” Software Wall set to finishing a disrobing the girl had started, when she ripped his shirt, “and nothing is going to stop it.”
“~We’re into the danger area now.” Lyra confirmed her misgivings for her mirrored reflection. “~Unfortunately, I haven’t seen a pathway out.” Bob has used more of this. She looked at the contents as she administered a small heroin shot into the sink’s drain elbow. I’ll time this to the very minimum of apparent necessity. I want time for a look at what he brought in his shopping bag. “~Prudence demands I know what is hidden there, before he can use it against me.”
Without a noise to mark her arrival and only a few minutes after her departure, Bob looked up to find the slave girl standing in the door. Her hand was wagging a naughty finger but her smile said this bad was good.
“~You brought me a brand new weapon.” A puckishly grinning female brought the bag into sight. With dramatically exaggerated motions, she peeked inside. Sinful boy! Her smile turned into a big round ‘O’ of mock shock and one hand covered it as if surprised at a sensual delight.
“I already know what’s in there.” His ears flamed a brilliant pink with embarrassment. Still, the CEO couldn’t resist giggling at her antics with it. He watched her dip two fingers in the bag and draw out a leather handcuff that was trailing a black cord. “I bought them in a dungeon shop. I didn’t know you were going to be so compliant today.”
“~I don’t intend to be yielding at all.” Around her sultry voice, Lyra prolonged her pantomime show. She looped the thong around her crossed wrists and held them up above her head. Does it appear as a slave girl is tied to a whipping post?
Software Bob watched her arched back and jutting butt writhing as if fighting her bonds in slow motion. Tantalizing gyrations were periodically punctuated with a twitch and a gasp as if in quick pains. Her acting was so realistic he could almost see the lash falling. She looked as a 1940’s pinup girl set into motion. Wall took a deep breath and followed it with a sigh when she finished her satire. “That was erotic in the extreme!”
“~That was just little a nibble of sweet jelly before a spoonful of bitter medicine.” Now he’s going to get the feature performance. Lyra started to dance. I don’t have music but hopefully he won’t notice that minor detail.
“Give me a show like on the boat.” The CEO had an ear-to-ear grin that almost made his face hurt. “And it’s got to have a happily ever after ending, cause I’m already naked.”
“~I performed there to save a decent man’s life. Now, I’m dancing for my own existence.” Her choreography melded from one erotic flow to the next. He can’t take his eyes off me, even to blink. She stripped quickly but artistically down to only her bra and panties. “~Now I’ve captured you, I can get to the real point.” She sang words to her dance’s rhythm.
Bob’s tongue couldn’t have spoken even if he had words to match his thoughts. I’ll call off the trade: I can’t give up this gem. Her show had now brought the scantily clad slave to the edge of the bed. She brought her chest to a whisker distance from his right hand. I can’t help but touch her. He extended his arm slightly to brush his palm along the side of her breast.
“Eeek!” She squealed an obviously feigned indignation and playfully slapped his the back of his hand. Lyra put her finger up to her head and pretended to think: her face brightened with an idea. Briefly stopping her performance, the girl skittered to the bag and extracted one of the cuffs and a cord. I don’t want to scare him off, so will start with just a hint of bondage. She placed only one wrap of cord around the offending hand and looped one wrap around the bedpost. We both know he could pull free of that in an instant—but this is only the beginning.
“This is fabulous!” With his wrist symbolically held, the girl smiled her appreciation and resumed her teasing. Her body was theoretically safe from his grasp so she pulled a section of her bra partially aside. His eyes received a reward in the partial sight of the taut swell of her one breast. He could easily move his hand and caress but Wall wanted more of this show.
Inexorably and without a full realization of what was transpiring, Bob fell under the mesmerizing woman’s spell. Over the next twenty rapturous minutes, the girl wove her beguiling magic. She would lure until he was moved to touch and then would secure him further before granting another minor gratification. The restraints gradually became tighter.
“I could watch you all night.” Sometimes she was on either side of him. Then in another minute, the girl was on the bed dancing above him. Her expressions and Russian words seemed mischievously sexy, impishly sultry, and all between. “The best part is knowing you’re mine in the end.”
“~I already own you because you’re solidly attached to the bed posts.” For a grand finale, Lyra positioned herself with one knee in each of Bob’s spread eagle armpits. With his head propped up on a pillow, his face was perfectly positioned for a full on look into the ‘V’ of her sex. The dancer hooked her thumbs into her panties and prepared to tug them down onto her thighs. I’m tempted to maliciously show you what you’re not going to get. Instead, she stood, stopped dancing and performed a curtsy.
“Encore!” Bob Wall tried to pull his hands together for a well deserved round of applause. “Hey, these are too tight for me to move them!”
“~You’re a captive audience but the show is now over.” Lyra hopped off the bed and bent to scoop her discarded clothing.
“This isn’t funny. Cut me loose.”
“~I recall your saying something about nasty things happening to me later.” Lyra checked and tightened the cuffs even further. “~I feel much safer with you just as you are now.”
“I’ll have Sergey punish you.” The CEO strained at his bonds. “Why am I threatening when you’re to stupid to even understand English?”
“~I’m dumb?” For the first time she considered showing her fluency, but held back. “~You’re tied to a bed—when your plan was for me to be.”
“Let me loose—pretty please with sugar on it?”
“~I’ll give you shot to put you out of my misery.” Lyra fetched the kit and readied a needle. Though he could move his elbow joint, Bob didn’t resist. “~You’re starting to like this stuff—that is really being the fool.”
“Many new duties have been appended on my job description,” Collin watched the helicopter tilting away, “but I never expected palace eunuch to be one of them.” The CEO’s message, ‘I’m unavoidably tied up,’ asked him to perform the requested function at an ungodly hour of the morning.
“~I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” The diminutive girl tugged the man’s jacket sleeve and sheepishly grinned at his attention.
“You appear to have been in recent accident.” Hersker beheld her face. One hand was holding flyaway blond hair from the departed helicopter’s rotor wash. Her body seemed thin enough to blow away in a stiff breeze.
“My boss asked me to make the exchange for him, but he neglected to mention what I was to do with you.” The asshole took the new woman to the office where he had collected the other one. Wall still wasn’t here and neither was there any indication of what Collin should do with the charge. “Bob left a person unattended in his office but I can’t bring myself to so.”
“English nyet.” Oksana Gagarin smiled expansively at her escort. This wasn’t the same man as on the ship but she wasn’t disappointed about that.
“Russian Nyet.” Collin broke his eye contact with her and he looked at the door to the apartment. “I suppose our only option is to seek for where Wall is tied up—or barring that, we get you settled into your new home.”
“Is anyone in here?” After several unanswered knocks, Hersker opened the green door and shouted. A walkthrough brought them to the bedroom where Collin stopped short. Wall was sleeping spread eagle naked and tied to the bedposts. He was breathing peacefully and didn’t appear to require immediate medical attention: in fact, he was even smiling.
A motion in the corner of Collin’s eyes or maybe it was her closeness to his elbow, caused him to turn his head. The blonde Ukrainian woman’s eyes flickered about the room and then she tiptoed to the slumbering man.
“~He’s just stoned.” Oksana’s fingers found needle tracks.
“So, what do you expect of me now?” Collin asked the comatose boss. Since the answer wasn’t forthcoming, the exec returned to the living room.
“~There’s no television!” Oksana drew a picture of a set in the air and turned an imaginary knob. “~The magazines aren’t in my language.” She picked up several and then threw them back onto the coffee table.
“I’m sorry.” Hersker couldn’t resist intently watching her through the minor outburst. I’ve never seen anyone as emotionally exposed as she is.
“~How do I keep from going crazy?” The girl searched cupboards and nooks: disappointment showed in each negative discovery.
“I wish I could understand your words,” Collin said, “but I really don’t need to.” A human can’t exist in an intellectual void: even Bob couldn’t be so intentionally cruel. “I have to do something to rectify this.”
“~I’ll die.” Tears formed in Oksana’s eyes. “~I’ll kill myself.”
“You and I are going shopping.” The asshole could have some guards follow to protect a valuable asset from possible escape—and to tote the purchases. “Bob isn’t awake enough to contradict or uphold my decision. First, we’ll find a place to have some breakfast. Then after the stores open, we’ll buy a TV, magazines, books and a video game platform.” He mimed each item for both her benefit and to relish the delight so evidently shining on her animated features. Most men would probably choose the outgoing Russian as the beauty, but I personally find this one more appealing.
“How could Bob text me about a bound condition, from that position?” During what became a five-hour spree his thoughts returned to the bizarre apartment scene. “I suspect the CEO underestimated his outgoing slave.”
“The strongest typhoons aren’t the most damaging.” Collin offered his wisdom to the non-comprehending young junky. “The ones that sneak into existence from a mild appearing tropical storm reeks sudden devastation.”