By Lisabet Sarai
"Oh, Maleek, oh, can you do me a big favor, Oh, please, please, please ...?""Tianna, baby, I'm on my break and I've done all the favors I'm doing for you for one week."She grabbed his meaty arm and nuzzled her delicate chin in the hollow of his massive biceps. "Oh, Maleek, honey, just this one favor?"Damn, she's good, I thought. Poor Maleek didn't stand a chance."Ain't no such thing as one favor with you, Tianna. Okay, what you want?""Take this guy up to CT scan for me so I can go see Terry Hanchuck."Maleek made a face and whined, "Oh, what you want to bother with that chump for?"Tianna just smiled, her green eyes gleaming. Maleek just shrugged his shoulders, took hold of the gurney and guided it and its passenger onto the elevator as Tianna bolted away like a fawn.Now Maleek was muttering under his breath."You hear anything about Hanchuck?" I asked him."Huh? Ah, well, sir, a friend told me his arm's broken in four places. Looks like his career might be finished.""I guess he shouldn't have disrespected Mr. Bubba Washington."Maleek's face broadened into the widest smile I could imagine on a human. "Damn," he said, "I thought I was the only one who thought like that in this town.""Serves the prick right," I said. "Maybe he'll have to get a real job now, like cleaning out pay toilets."Maleek's smile became even broader and brighter. When we got to CT scan he patted me on the shoulder and said, "Be cool, man."
I picked up the pepper grinder and ran my finger over the black signature scrawled on the bottom. I am looking, I said to myself, with knowledge, at the autograph of a man who knows what she looks like naked. A man who has had his dick in her. A man who has fucked her. And then I knew who he was—who he really was.“Doña , tell me about your first time.”She began dropping pieces of okra into the oil. She stirred them with a fork.“May I know?”“I suppose.” She glanced at me sideways. “But only because it’s you. It’s between us.”“How old were you?”“Younger than you.”“How did it happen?”She watched the okra frying for a moment, then put down the fork. “In my father’s house.”“Tell me please. What was it like?”“We had a guest. He had been a friend of my father’s for many years. He was working in the movies, but he wasn’t famous then, not yet. But you knew he would be. His name was Gabriel.”“He made love to you? How?”“In the kitchen, just like this.”“A kitchen?”She put down the fork and leaned a little on the stove, looking me over, that wicked twinkle in her eyes. “You don’t think people fuck each other in the kitchen? The kitchen is a good place to fuck.”
“You wouldn’t shoot me,” he said smugly, briefly glancing at the gun, his mouth twisting into a smirk. “And what’s more, you couldn’t.”Now see? That pissed me off and I forgot about the instant attraction I felt toward him.“Oh, I could,” I assured him. “And each time you open your mouth, it gets more and more likely that I will.”He chuckled again, and this time, able to see the movement on his lips as well as hear the sound, produced an even stronger reaction in me. Arousal flooded my system. The masculinity that oozed out of him caused my pulse to accelerate and I was pretty sure my heart was tryingto beat its way out of my chest.“You couldn’t,” he repeated. “You want to know why?”I gritted my teeth. “Humor me.”“Because the safety is on, and even if you did somehow get it off before I managed to get the gun out of your hand, you wouldn’t risk losing your job by shooting a fellow hunter.”“A fellow…what?” I cocked my head to one side and lowered the gun a little. “You’re kidding me.”I was usually great at sniffing out a lie, but I didn’t detect one.That was a relief. For some strange reason, I didn’t want this beautiful man to turn out to be a liar. Arrogant jerk was bad enough.A grin was his only reply—a really sexy grin—but I pretended not to notice it and continued to scowl at him.“How do you know I’m a hunter?” I asked.He shrugged. “Only hunters hang around in alleyways in the dead of night.”“Right.”“Or hookers,” he mused.I was so furious that my glare, already frosty, must have turned glacial.“Drug addicts or…”“Okay, I get it. I get it. Good call.”“Besides, you’re carrying a stake.”
ResearchBy Lisabet Sarai“Miss Meriweather. Increase the gain by another order of magnitude. Ah—oh, by Newton’s apples!—”“Is that too much, Professor? Shall I dial it back?”“No, no, we must continue. Another notch, please.”“But your face is scarlet, sir. And your member—Oh, God, are those sparks?”“To be expected when experimenting with electrical forces, Miss Meriweather. Adjust the rheostat as I’ve instructed. Argh—that’s good, excellent...Oh! More. More...!”
“Sir, the boiler will blow. The needle’s halfway into the red zone already.”“We need more power—more steam—oh, incredible! Amazing! We shall be the first to chronicle the detailed response of the male organ to various levels of electrical stimulation—oh, by Aristotle, turn it up, girl! Don’t stop now!”“I smell burning. And you’re drenched with sweat.”“All—all the better—ah! Enhances conductivity—what? What are you doing?““Protecting you from excessive scientific curiosity. I don’t want you hurt.”“But—I was so close to a breakthrough... Unstrap me immediately, Miss Meriweather. If you won’t assist me, I’ll have to man the controls myself.”“Sorry, Professor. I can’t do that.”“You disobedient little hussy! And where—oh, by Pythagoras, you’re not wearing knickers!”
“Before you research artificial sexual stimulation, sir, shouldn’t you investigate the real thing?”
Until next month...!