Page 41 of Dark Medicine

And for a few short hours, the world was perfect, everyone was happy and safe, and the gifts were forgotten.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

“Another fucking fire!” she roared to the men in the room. “Another home burned to the ground, and we have no one in custody! You’re all worthless! The records are gone, all of them. We now have no way of finding or identifying the rest of the members of the project.”

“We’re working as hard as you are to find the individuals responsible,” said Tom Cullen. “You can’t blame us for something when we weren’t even there to prevent it. If you had transferred the records to an electronic database, as I suggested, this might not even be an issue.”

The buxom blonde vixen turned, staring at Tom Cullen. Her white silk t-shirt stretched tightly across her breasts, her brown nipples visible through the thin fabric. She stood casually, the six-inch black heels clicking against the marble floors, her long tanned legs visible nearly to her crotch. The super-mini denim skirt left nothing to the imagination.

Cullen watched the woman walk toward him, and he swallowed hard. He wasn’t afraid of her but knew he would die if he retaliated in any way against her. She possessed a wicked temper and enjoyed making others feel fear.

“Working hard? You’re working hard, are you, Tom?” she purred, sitting on the edge of the table, her thighs rubbing his arm. She brought one knee up high, resting her feet on either side of his own thighs, straddling his body while she sat perched on the edge of the table. Her back was to the other men, her legs spread wide in front of Cullen. Her long fingers traced down her inner thighs as she opened wide, exposing her perfectly shaved pussy to him.

“Yes,” he hissed, loathing her at this very moment. “I’m working hard, K. We all are. You may have Moore pussy-whipped, and Groome, but I don’t buy all your bullshit. I’m here because I’m forced to be here.”

Her face flamed red, and she gripped his wrist, pulling his hand toward her crotch. He pulled back, his strength greater than her own. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted three guards standing against the wall, their pistols aiming at Cullen.

“Touch me,” she whispered against his ear, “touch me, Tom. I need a man to touch me, taste me. I promise you’ll never forget it. My pussy is aching for you.”

Tom’s face burned red at her crudeness, and he pulled his wrist from her grasp, pushing back from the table. He stood and walked around the table, the others looking down, not able to look into his eyes. The cackling laughter of the woman behind him.

“Don’t worry, Tom,” she said, turning on the table, her legs still wide, making her sex visible to everyone, “we all know you prefer prick to pussy. I was just hoping to let you experience both before you die.”

Cullen stopped in his tracks. His sexuality was the reason he’d left the Army. He wanted to marry the love of his life, and the Army would have frowned upon that, so he retired and married Bill. It was the best and worst moment of his life. Bill, unbeknownst to Cullen, was bisexual and did anything and everything his female sexual partner asked of him. Her name was K.

“Careful what you say, K. I may die here today or one day soon, but rest assured, I will take you with me.” He turned and left the room, the woman’s face filled with fury and hatred.

“Leave! All of you leave! Find the fucking firebug who is attacking us. Your colonel is dying! Do this for him,” she said. “Groome. Stay behind a moment.”

He stopped in his tracks and turned back toward the woman perched on the table, her heels digging into the wood, her knees casually apart. He could smell the sex coming from her body. She waved the bodyguards away, and they left, closing the door behind them.

“That was risky,” he said, staring at her. “Tom could have killed you, even if it meant his own death. You’re not invincible, K, and you’re playing a very dangerous game.”

“That faggot? He wouldn’t fucking kill anyone, and he certainly wouldn’t know good pussy even right before his own face,” she laughed. “I wanted to see his cock. I was curious, is all. Bill says it’s a whopper!”

“You really are a crude, cruel bitch, aren’t you?” he said, staring at her. “Has my cock been so disappointing to you, K? Are you such a slut that you can’t ever be satisfied with just one?” His words were dangerous, and he knew it, but at this moment in time, Groome had his fill of K.

“Aww, did I hurt your wittle feelings?” she pouted. Her legs went further and further apart until she was in a full split on the table, her tiny skirt hiked up around her hips. Her fingers were gliding between her slit. Licking each one, she purred and moaned her satisfaction. “Your cock is fine, baby. Now, come take care of me.”

Groome watched as the woman continued to finger herself, her legs completely split apart. He couldn’t control his own erection, hard and demanding against his zipper. He despised her but needed to be inside her, release his own frustration and anger. He moved swiftly down the length of the table. Gripping her hips, he turned her toward him and pushed her to lie down.

Unzipping his fly, he drove deep inside the woman as she giggled, her legs wrapping around his shoulders.

“That’s it, baby! Fuck me… harder… harder!” she yelled.

Groome drove as hard as he could into her body, his balls slapping against her wet pussy and the wood of the table. He knew it would take effort for her to cum, but he didn’t care. He would get his own and walk away. He pulled from her, gripping the rigid cock, and squirting his cum on her thighs. Looking up, he noticed for the first time the security cameras in the room.

“The cameras… Moore could be watching us!” he said.

“Of course he is! He loves watching me with other men,” she laughed.

Groome was fuming, his face flush with embarrassment and humiliation. She knew. All along, she knew and hadn’t told him. What sort of sick, twisted game was she playing? He stood and tucked his cock into his pants and zipped up.

Straightening his jacket, he smoothed back his hair and calmly turned to leave the room.

“Where are you going!? Get back here and fuck me!” He continued to walk toward the door, a smile on his face. “You’ll regret this! Do you hear me, Groome? I will fucking get you for this!”

Groome left the room and turned to see the bodyguards grinning at him with a short nod. They, no doubt, had been victims of her games as well. Score one for the good guys, or at least the guys that were once good. Maybe it was time to be good again.

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