‘Bed and Gun’
I staggered through the doorway into the other room, my trousers were seemingly reluctant to leave my ankles, it would have been almost comical if not for the situation I found myself in now. The room contained only a large comfortable king sized bed, and of course a now very naked ‘Jill’. She stood side on to myself, and I knew by her body language that she was ashamed of being naked in front of me; I shuck my trousers at last, and then made haste to be by her side, my hand touched her shoulder. She didn’t move, said not a word, but at least she wasn’t shaking, wasn’t pulling away, this told me she was as determined as I. Jill whispered,
“Take me, take me from behind.”
She moved onto the bed and knelt buttocks up, knees well parted, I knew my trade and clambered up behind her, caught her hold by her hips, pulled her back onto my arousal, felt her inner warmth, she shuddered, I didn’t know if this was through desire or disgust. I started a slow rhythm, she matched it, and as my excitement rose towards fever pitch a man’s voice suddenly spoke loudly out of nowhere,
“Missionary position please.!”
I stopped my motion, it was hard to control myself, especially as I got off the bed to allow Jill to roll over, she was a vision of sexual beauty, and then there she was lying on her back, legs spread, her shaven sex drawing my attention. I climbed back onto the bed, taking my time, trying to think of something boring, anything to drop my excitement, again the same man’s voice,
“Get on with it.!”
As I lowered myself gently onto her hips keeping my chest off her with my arms either side, Jill inserted her right hand between us, making sure that I arrived in the right place. I started the rhythmic thrusts again, but this time I was quickly made aware that Jill was excited and I brought my head down to the left side of her head, breathed in her perfume and whispered hoarsely,
“It’s been a while for me.”
Jill’s breathing was rapid, and she gasped back,
“For me too and you are not too bad looking, good body, just my type.!”
Then Jill was bucking her hips, meeting mine, all her sensibility gone as she achieved her pleasure; I closed my eyes and allowed my own peak to flow over me, before letting go finally with a loud and satisfied groan. The mans voice cut through our afterglow,
“Okay, get dressed, have a quick cup of tea from the flask, get yourselves back to normal, and then stand by the steel door.!”
I lay a for few moments, enjoying the feeling of Jill’s body, her soft skin, but as my ardour dropped and I got slight goose bumps, I knew it was time to lift myself away from her, and then get up, dress and have that cup of tea as had been suggested, ordered maybe. As I left the bed, I took a good blatant look at Jill’s naked body, and then observing my end result in her, I suddenly thought of birth control. As I moved away from her, Jill obviously had the same thought, and said,
“It’s okay, I’m on the pill just in case you wondered, and I suspect you are free of infections, after all I would imagine you have been through the same rigorous health tests that I have..?”
I had made it into the other room and was pulling on my trousers, I don’t do underwear, when Jill arrived tugging her hold ups, straightening them, she reached down and grabbed her knickers and bra before turning her back on me,
“No I will not be giving you any STD’s, I’ve never actually ever had one.”
Silence as we both finished our dressing, I did however unashamedly watch her dressing, and I felt arousal stirring again, this woman excited me. I was the first to sit at the table, and opened the red vacuum flash, poured two teas; there was no sugar. As I sat there with a cup of tea in my hand, my training kicked in and it dawned on me abruptly, the flask had been ‘green’, when we had entered the room, it had been green, green for go, red now, red for danger..? I put the teacup down slowly as Jill sat opposite me, looked at the tea, looked at the flask, said three words,
“It’s red now.!”
I knew that Jill had been watching me pouring the tea, and then raising the cup towards my mouth, was this another test.? Time to stand up, time to go, Jill and I moved to the door, I was conscious we were probably still being watched, I took a look at the door handle, and then opened the door and walked out into the grey corridor, a quick look either way assured me that it was empty, I felt Jill’s presence behind me, moved out from the doorway and towards the steel doorway further down the corridor and away from the stairs. Jill was silent behind me, her high-heels in her hand, and I wondered what we would find behind the door we were very nearly at, and then it opened slowly, it’s size and thickness telling me it was very heavy, and that the walls holding it, would be reinforced to carry its weight, behind it, a large steel box, we didn’t need to be told what to do, we walked in.
We were in a lift, admittedly a lift without buttons, but definitely a lift, the door swung shut firmly, I felt the need to pop my ears, so I guessed it was pressurised, I swallowed hard, my ears cleared, and now it felt to me as if the lift was going down slowly. I shifted my gaze, running my eyes over Jill, she was all Miss Efficiency once again, and except for the fact she was holding her high-heels in one hand, she looked as though she had just brought me from the bar, straight to the lift, God this lift is taking it’s time, how far down does it go..? I spoke to Jill.
“How do you feel..?”
She stared back at me, I noticed for the first time that she has green eyes, I should have seen that the first we met in the bar, I’m letting women divert me from my career, and I knew if I knew that, it was already written down somewhere.
“I’m okay, it’s a job.”
She replied whilst I was still staring into her eyes and my innermost self was analysing if I felt anything for this woman I had just had sex with. The answer was worrying, I found myself wondering if we might be able to meet up again somewhere in London before we went our separate ways, maybe become friends, and in my heart I knew that would never happen.
The lift stopped, nothing happened for a while, and then the door opened slowly, this time my ears didn’t feel any pressure change, and I was certain this area was sealed off, and fed canned air, no gas attacks here. Although if the wrong person got in, and with poison gas, but then I predicted they had a plan for that as well. The corridor outside of the lift was bland, and just a short way down it there was a scanner set into the wall, ceiling and floor and at least six feet wide, no chance of slipping a gun past that. As I left the lift, Jill quickly bent and slipped her heels on, so as we advanced towards the scanner I heard her heels clicking behind me, they changed tempo and she passed me confidently, was this a race.? With her buttocks swaying she strode through the scanner and I now followed like a lamb… To slaughter.? A short way on from the scanner, the corridor branched in a T-junction. Jill turned left, and as I arrived at the junction I looked right first, twenty feet down a short corridor was a auto chain gun, its muzzle eerily tracked my movements, but seemed unable to see Jill, my back prickled as I turned to follow in Jill’s footsteps, it dawned on me then, Jill works here, she is ‘not’ an applicant like me, she is a test…