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  She looked back over her shoulder. “Are you coming?”

  He grinned. In a few more seconds he would have come all over his pants.

  He hurried to join her, eager to start his feeding.

  * * * * *

  Mike raced up the stairs as soon as the women left his table. He grabbed his kit and sat with his back to the hubbub going on around him. Most of the men had already left for the motel. The two guys who were ensconced in the bedroom above Real Bad Boys were giggling across the room. He’d realized almost as soon as he’d clamored for one of the beds that he’d be better off at the motel. Luckily for him, the fellow who had the single room also had the hots for the other stripper. He’d been more than happy to change with him.

  He opened the case just wide enough to see an unfamiliar pliable, flat circle, about the size and thickness of a nickel, nestled within. A small plastic bottle containing a clear, thick liquid had also appeared.

  What the hell was it?

  He shoved it back in the case, grabbed his robe and dashed into the bathroom. Miraculously, there was no line for the shower. Most of the men must have decided to shower at the motel, eager to drive into Gettysburg and troll for college girls. And boys.

  He locked the door behind him and took out the new piece of equipment. Turning it over, he found several tiny depressions. He activated his communicator and read the message left for him.

  The shielding device adheres to the skin and will conceal the body for approximately seven hours at a time. It will hide any other living organism touching the skin for approximately half that time, thereby cutting its effectiveness fifty percent. It can be recharged by placing it for one hour within six inches of fluorescent lighting. Activation is achieved by contact with the skin. Concealment occurs in the immediate presence of the enemy.

  Mike shook his head. Had to give it to the lab geeks; they came up with the most intriguing gadgets. Now what the hell was in the bottle? He took it out and turned it over, not willing to open it and find out it was a weapon of some sort.

  He admired the color, holding it up to the light, watching the opalescent amber color shift patterns. As the warmth of his hands heated the contents, a coded message gradually appeared.

  Mike, this is a gift. Spread liberally on your lover’s flesh and she will not retain your essence for forty-eight to seventy-two hours. Another new product of the lab geeks. This has not been field-tested.

  Mike stared at the latest creations from the home office and blessed the brains of the lab staff.

  Motivated by the need to check on Julie and goaded by the potential freedom to make love with her again, he took the world’s quickest shower. With ruthless abandon, he scoured off the last traces of his make-up and dressed.

  Only the two men staying at the apartment were left and they were already in bed. With each other.

  He shut the bathroom door and tiptoed past the twin beds in the darkened bedroom. Not that they were even aware of his presence by the sounds coming from under the covers of the bed in the farthest corner.

  With any luck, he’d be making similar sounds very soon.

  He sped down the stairs, the concealing device on the sole of his right foot. Its flesh color blended with his own skin tone and molded to his foot’s contours. It wouldn’t obscure him from sight and sense unless he activated it or Tzahyad was near. At that moment it would sense the alien’s presence and kick in.

  At least that was the theory.

  He hit the parking area just as a car sped away. Now, only his vehicle was still in the lot. He put it in gear and sped toward Julie Turner’s home.

  Time to test the equipment, hopefully before Tzahyad tested Julie.

  * * * * *

  Tzahyad sat in the front seat of the redhead’s car, his pants unzipped, her agile hands fondling his rock-solid erection. He’d slipped on a condom, fearing the powers of this sexually charged female might cause him to spill his corrosive fluid.

  He couldn’t remember the last time a prey had had such a strong effect on him.

  “No more. I can’t slip my fingers in your pussy until we get to your apartment. It’s unfair for me to let you give all the pleasure.”

  The female took her eyes from the road for a brief moment. Her eyes glittered with the strength of her lust. Her nostrils flared as the scent of her own arousal and the sexual energy he was emitting filled the vehicle. “Oh, don’t worry. You’ll have plenty of time to please me. I’m counting on it.”

  His cock lengthened. “Drive faster.”

  Her foot pressed the gas.

  * * * * *

  Mike arrived at Julie’s just in time to see her get out of her car with a bag of groceries. She struggled a bit, juggling it while reaching into her bag to fish out her keys. He wished he could help but he couldn’t reveal his presence.

  The optimum scenario would be for him to be in place when Tzahyad sought her out to interrogate her. At that point he could surprise him, grab the medallion, tag him with a transport dart and send Tzahyad back through the portal leading to Mike’s home base. There he’d be held for trial and imprisoned. There were reams of irrefutable proof of Tzahyad’s crimes. In the early days of the Solidarity he would have been executed. Now, he’d be incarcerated for the rest of his life, a much shorter life without the infusion of the sexual energy of his victims.

  He made sure his shield was activated then moved closer to the woman who had become an unwitting lure for his target.

  He shook his head as he blended into the shadows around Julie’s home. Although it suited his purpose, the thick bushes planted around her windows offered too much cover enabling anyone to creep up undetected.

  His breath hissed as he noted that she actually had a window half open. Foolish woman. Drifting through the window he could hear Julie speaking on the phone. Who could she be speaking to this late? He strained to hear her conversation, but her voice was muffled as she moved into her bedroom. Sidling along the brick siding, he followed her.

  A raunchy country tune about a redneck female blotted out any chance of hearing any more of her phone conversation. Instead, the driving rhythm created a vision of her dancing around the room.

  Damn it, why picture her in his mind when he could see her in the flesh?

  He stretched up just a bit, peered into her window and almost fell back into the bushes.

  She was dancing all right. In her bra and a pair of shiny thigh-length shorts. The flesh-colored material clung to her body, outlining her nipples and hugging her full, curvaceous ass. Her long hair brushed her buttocks.

  Mike’s cock immediately jumped to attention. His balls felt so tight he swore he could bounce them. By the stars, if she shook her butt one more time he was just going to say fuck it and ring her doorbell.

  Then she did more than shake her ass. She reached behind and undid her bra, tossing it onto the bed. Her breasts swung free and unfettered. She cupped them and gently rubbed the pointed nubs.

  No more. If he didn’t relieve some of his sexual frustration, he wouldn’t be able to concentrate on Tzahyad. He’d be thinking of Julie’s long hair caressing her bottom.

  He went around the front and rang the doorbell. Within a few moments she responded through her intercom.

  “Isn’t it late for a visit? Can’t it wait till tomorrow?”

  “Julie, it can’t wait. Please let me in.”

  A pause. “Okay, but just for a minute.”

  Mike heard her unbolt and unlock the door. She’d put on a knee-length cotton robe in garish orange and purple strips. She closed the door after him and locked it.

  Interesting.

  He stepped in close to her, close enough to see that her nipples were puckered, pushing the thin cotton of her robe.

  “What couldn’t wait?”

  “This.”

  And he swung her into his arms and kissed her. His hand delved under her robe, pushing it aside so he could thrust his hand beneath her silky panties and caress her smooth cheeks.
He cupped the fullness in his big hand and squeezed.

  She moaned.

  Dragging his mouth from hers, he trailed his mouth down her slim neck and nuzzled the skin above her breasts. He slid his hand down the front, dipping into her wet folds.

  She whimpered.

  That was it.

  He bent and lifted her in his arms and strode toward the open door where he could see her bed.

  Being with him would keep her safe from Tzahyad.

  But not from him.

  Chapter Eight

  “Put me down!”

  “My plan exactly.”

  Mike carried Julie over to the bed and gently lowered her onto the mattress, then yanked down her panties, throwing them onto the floor.

  He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto a rocking chair near the window.

  Her robe had flipped open and her nipples were puckered as though he had already suckled them.

  Her long black hair streamed over her body, trailing down between her legs, drawing his attention to the curls covering her sex.

  If it were possible, he hardened even more.

  He kicked off his shoes, unzipped his pants and pulled them down. His cock burst free, a pearly drop glistening at its tip.

  Julie shut her eyes and shook her head.

  “We can’t do this.”

  “Why not? We’ve already done it once.”

  She opened her eyes to find him standing by the head of the bed. If she turned her head, his cock would be in reach of her mouth. Her drooling mouth.

  “It was different in the office. It was spur of the moment. It was one moment of craziness.”

  He picked up his jeans and reached into his pocket, pulling out a condom and a small bottle and let the jeans drop from his hands.

  “Let’s be crazy again.” He opened up the vial and a seductive aroma wafted toward her. She took a deep breath and her entire body clenched as if he had driven his penis in her.

  “What is that?”

  He grinned. “You like it? It’s a special lubricant.” His voice lowered. “Wouldn’t you like me to rub it all over your body? Over those sweet, sweet tits and that luscious ass and inside that hot, wet, tight, pussy?” He climbed onto the bed and straddled her. Sheathing his heavy arousal, he poured some of the lotion onto his hand and slid his slick fingers along the length of his prick. “Wouldn’t you like to feel my cock slip inside you, spreading this stuff?” He paused and shook a drop onto his tongue and set the bottle on her nightstand. “Or maybe this might be the best way.”

  Julie stared, mesmerized as he slipped his hands beneath her bottom and lifted her toward his lips. And his tongue. His agile tongue. His talented tongue.

  Then she felt his warm breath between her thighs. She heard his whisper.

  “Sweet.”

  And then his tongue plunged deep inside spreading the lotion on that powerful, little nubbin of flesh. She arched and her fingers clutched the bedspread.

  And she moaned.

  His tongue sent shock waves through her, thrusting over and over, driving her closer and closer to climax.

  She whimpered.

  Mike pulled back, letting her legs slide down his thighs to rest on the bed. He reached over to the innocent-looking bottle, picked it up, and poured a generous amount in his palm.

  Moving further up her body, he cupped her shoulders and worked his way to her breasts, his hands slick.

  “You are so beautiful, Julie. I love your breasts.” His fingers spread the lotion on her soft skin, lingering along her slopes and valleys. He kneaded the full globes. Smiling with satisfaction, he outlined her areolas, drawing closer to her hard, aching nipples.

  Julie felt his prick nudge her belly. She reached down and fondled his sleek length. His flesh jumped in her hand. Did she really have such an effect on him?

  “Here, put some on your hands.” He grinned. “Join me.”

  Julie poured a dollop onto her palms, knelt on the mattress facing him and ran her hands down his chest. His heart was racing. His nipples were puckered just like hers. His eyes closed and his head fell back as she sculpted the strong column of his neck. He shuddered.

  His hands caressed the nape of her neck, letting the silky strands of her hair filter through his fingers. He drew her closer to him so that as they knelt before each other, her breasts pressed against his chest and his cock nestled between her thighs. He fondled her ass, spreading the balm on her cheeks and then slipping between them, delving within her body.

  Her arms received his attention next as he massaged her rounded limbs from her shoulders to her fingertips. He gave her a little push.

  “Lie back and I’ll do your legs.”

  She lay supine, her arms stretched above her head, arching her back and thrusting her breasts.

  He picked up her foot and lotioned her from her toes to her ankles. “You have beautiful feet.”

  Julie blushed. “No one’s ever told me that before.” She giggled. “You don’t have a shoe fetish, do you?”

  He shook his head. “No. Just an appreciation for beauty.” He slid his hands up her legs, smoothing the balm as he worked his way toward his goal. He reached her pussy, his fingers teasing her curls.

  “Turn over. Time to do your backside.”

  He poured some more lotion in his palms and leaned over her, kneading the muscles in her buttocks, going higher and working on her waist and back.

  He pushed some of her hair away from her neck and kissed her. “How do you feel, darlin’? Are you ready for me? Is that sweet little pussy creaming for me? Let me see.”

  He slipped his hands beneath her and slid, first one, then two fingers inside her dripping, wet sex.

  She moaned. “I’m ready, I’m ready. Do it. Do it now. Please.” She wriggled her ass. “Please.”

  “You got it, darlin’. Grab hold of the headboard.”

  He lifted her, positioned his cock and drove into her. He joined their hands, gripping the headboard as he plunged fast and hard, his balls slapping against her, her little mewls of pleasure goading him.

  His breath sounded harsh in his ears and his fingers tightened as he came with a roar, his shout overwhelming Julie’s ecstatic cries.

  He collapsed on top, quickly rolling to the side, drawing her with him. She cuddled her rounded ass against his crotch and wiggled a bit as he slipped from her.

  He kissed her shoulder, her neck, nuzzled her ear and nipped it.

  Julie yelped in mock dismay as Mike squeezed her nipples, causing her to gasp with pleasure. When she finally was able to speak, her voice was still breathy.

  “God, that was incredible.”

  “Thank you, Miss Julie. We aim to please.”

  “Well, your aim was damn good.” She sighed. “This cannot happen again.”

  He held her tighter, his fingers playing with her breasts, hefting them and tweaking her nipples. His breath was warm as he whispered in her ear. “Why not? Why not?”

  She felt his cock stir to life. He slipped his hand down and peeled off the used condom. His unsheathed flesh surged against her ass and he fit his sex inside her. She tried to wriggle out of his arms, but he bound her to him.

  “I won’t let you go. Not now. Not unless you tell me to ... and mean it.”

  He thrust deeper inside her welcoming body. His hands gripped her waist.

  “Tell me to go.”

  He moved in hard, short jabs.

  “Tell me.”

  He plunged to the hilt and stopped.

  “Tell me to fuck you. I’ll stop right now if you don’t.”

  Julie felt as though she was suspended over a bottomless pit. He was still a stranger. She didn’t have this kind of sex.

  He licked her neck and nipped it.

  Admit it, she didn’t have sex.

  “Julie?”

  She grabbed his hands and moved them to her breasts. She bucked against him. “Fuck me.”

  He took her then, his prick impaling her, sinkin
g deep within. She clenched her muscles and he came, spewing his seed. He pulled out and turned over on his back, panting as though he had just run a marathon.

  She cuddled against him, her head resting on his chest. The scent of sex and sweat filled the air in her room. She spoke softly, her voice hardly audible.

  “We can’t let any of the other performers know. They’ll think the contest is rigged.”

  He sighed. “You’re right.” He rose on his elbow and gazed into her eyes. “Julie, I wish we had met under different circumstances. I wish ...” His voice trailed away and he sank back on the bed.

  “That you could stay?” She shifted, throwing her leg over his and straddled him. Her hands caressed him and he stirred within her grasp. “I don’t expect you to stay.” She smiled. “Unless of course, you win. I may be biased, but I think you’ll be one of the finalists.” She slipped down his body until her mouth hovered near his slowly awakening rod. Her tongue slid around the thick length emerging from his bush and up to the little pearl that beaded his tip. “If that happens, I’d better not hear anything about sexual harassment, ’cause I’m gonna harass your dick off.” And she took him in her mouth sucking him, her tongue swirling around him until he was bucking beneath her, his hands twisting in her hair, his come spurting in her mouth.

  She sat back on her haunches, flinging her hair over her shoulders, a little breathless. Her eyes bright, she dimpled. “Is it a deal?”

  He scooted back against the headboard and cocked his head. “Is what a deal?”

  She threw herself into his arms. “That I can harass you all I like while you’re here.” She undulated her belly against him. “And I like. A lot.”

  He cupped her face, smoothing his thumbs over her cheeks. “God, Julie, you are so damn sweet. I could make love to you all night.” He smiled. “Can I make love to you all night?”

  “You can try.”

  And he did.

  * * * * *

  Tzahyad licked his lips. The female fondled his bare sex, driving him nearly insane with her skill. She scraped him, squeezed him, wet her finger and trailed a slick path down his rock hard length. She reached down into his pants and found his balls, playing with them.