Click Ch. 06

"I'm scared," I said softly in her ear.

"What can I do to help," she whispered back.

"I am worried about mom and Fiona," I said. "I know you can take care of yourself but they are vulnerable."

"Talk to your father and make your fears known to him. He may be a lot of things but family is very important. What you see as a problem, well so will he."

"Thanks," I said as I eased my cock out of her. "So where did you meet Milena?"

"Gianna introduced us," she said with a smile. "She makes sure I don't get lonely. She is always sending friends of hers to visit and keep me company. Apparently next week somebody named Nautica is going to visit me for a few days. You should come by and say hi."

"I just might have to do that," I said as we hugged each other.

I left Carlotta's home with another piece of the puzzle. I had learned the basic art of inhuman politics from the Formless and now I had a basic understanding of the old power structure. The thing was how things would change with my dad running things again and what my part would be. I would have to speak with him at some point and learn what plans he had for the various clans. I had to balance that with my duties as a member of the Order and what passed for a normal life. I wanted to go to college, get my degree and find a job working on cutting edge technology. Beyond that I had no idea and I would have to figure things out as I went along.

I got home and found mom and Fiona waiting for me. I could tell they were excited about something.

"Okay, what's going on," I asked.

"This," mom said holding up five envelopes. "All of them are from colleges you applied to."

"Open them," sis said bouncing in place.

"What about you," I asked Fiona.

"I got mine today too, so I thought we could open them up together."

"Great, let's sit down and see what fate has in store for us," I said.

Mom handed me the envelopes and Fiona picked up hers that were lying on the living room table. Then one by one we opened the letters and read the colleges responses. She had been accepted into each and every institution she had applied for. I on the other hand had been accepted into only three of the five I had applied for but they were the ones I really wanted to get into. Now I had a decision to make and so did Fiona. Where did I really want to go to college?

"So," Fiona said her eyebrows raised. "Where are we going to go?"

"We," I asked and she held up two letters from colleges he had in common.

"I thought we could go to the same college," Fiona said smiling.

"Are you sure about that," I asked and she just smiled. "Well then it's settled and I picked up the letter with Miskatonic's letterhead stamped on the top of the acceptance letter.

We spent the rest of the night talking about college life, fraternities, and sororities and keeping up good grades. The fear left me for a time but once I went up for bed, that chill of uncertainty slithered back like some unwelcome guest. I lay beneath my covers and stared up at the ceiling. For all the knowledge and wisdom that had been poured into my mind I lacked the life experience to take full advantage of it. I closed my eyes and drifted off into a troubled sleep.

Cassie was waiting for me when I got to school the next day. She was all smiles and eager to ask me about the Great Hookah Lounge. I told her how excited I had gotten and how disappointed I was not to have seen the dancer's face.

"Well, I am glad you had a good time," Cassie said as she handed me a note. "Be there at the appointed time or you will really miss out on something."

"Will you be there this time," I asked and she just smiled.

"What makes you think I wasn't there watching every reaction to the dancing?"

"So you like to watch huh," I said and she actually blushed. "I'll take that as a yes."

Just then the first bell rang and we separated. I wondered what she had planned this time. I checked the address and found out it was a restaurant. So maybe it was just a simple dinner for the two of us. Somehow I doubted anything she planned would fall under the category of simple. What was the little minx up to?

My first class of the day was math. As I stepped into the room I notice two things out of place. The first was that our school principal was standing at the head of the class and the second was the strange older man sitting at Mr. Harrower's desk. Something was wrong but I wouldn't find out until class started. The bell rang and we all sat down. The principal moved to stand near the front row, his demeanor was one of severity and his body language screamed tension.

"Ladies and gentlemen I have a very disturbing announcement to make. Our dear friend Mr. Harrower was killed in a car accident last night. I was contacted by the police and in turn contacted my dear friend Mr. San Martin. He has agreed to fill in as your math teacher until the end of the year." As the principal continued with his introduction of the man's credentials and the offering of grief counselors for us I discretely pulled my phone from my back pocket and ran a search on accidental deaths. I set the parameters to include prominent men in either politics or business. I feared the Order was cleaning house after the Grandmaster's fiasco. I wondered if I was on that list. "So I would like you to do your best and welcome Mr. San Martin." The man had to be in his mid-fifties with salt and pepper hair and not unpleasant features with a hint of nobility around the eyes. He carried himself very rigid and seemed quite at ease addressing a class full of upset students.

"First of all I would like to say I am sorry for your loss," he said grimly. "I am not here to replace Mr. Harrower but instead try to look at me as finishing your final lessons this year. Are there any questions? No, well then let us begin."

Arianna was quite efficient and I discovered there were a total of twenty eight deaths worldwide that fit my search criteria. Mr. Harrower had been the last and the least important while the others had been killed in order of importance. I assumed the most dangerous were removed quickly and professionally. The accidents had ranged from crashed aircraft to train derailments. I wondered if they knew that death was stalking them at the end. The Order desired to keep any type of internal conflicts to a minimum. They weren't going to take the chance of a civil war. The Hidden Master's position was consolidated and now the Order would behave like a well-oiled machine. I just hoped I wouldn't follow the others to an early grave. The class went on quite well considering the situation. I did my best to pay attention but I couldn't help but be distracted. The bell for the next class rang and we all began to file out. I was on autopilot when I heard my name called.

"Mr. Osborn, Steve is it," Mr. San Martin said.

"Yes," I said turning to face the older man.

"Relax, I couldn't help but notice your thoughts were not on the subject at hand. What with the tragic death of Mr. Harrower so new and raw I understand. But I wouldn't worry about things like that getting too close to home."

"I understand and thanks," I said feeling the tension fade away. "I am sure tomorrow my head will be in the game."

"That's good to hear, you better hurry or you will be late for your next class."

The rest of the day was uneventful except for all the chatter about Mr. Harrower. He had been nice enough and all but he had sided with the wrong man within the Order. I'm just glad they weren't targeting everyone associated with the Grandmaster. I guess I was lucky enough to have entered so recently into the fray and they must have recognized it. I had not yet been brought into the Grandmaster's deepest confidence and for that I was eternally grateful. I had literally dodged a bullet. That was one less thing on my plate at least.

The rest of the day I kept running into people talking about the death of Mr. Harrower. They were worried about my wellbeing since they thought I was close to him. Even Brenda came up to me and asked how I was doing; she seemed honestly concerned which worried me to no end. I guess my paranoia was kicking in. I thanked her for her concern and left it at that. After my last class I slung my back pack over my shoulders and headed out to my Ducati. The ride home was uneventful and I arrived to find mom's car on the street. I wonder what was going on. I let myself into the house and heard noises coming from the second floor. There were sudden shouts that were not coming from my mother. I slipped upstairs as quietly as I could and found the door to mom's bedroom cracked open. There was a young man, who I guessed was in his twenties, sitting on the edge of the bed while my mom sucked him off. His eyes were closed and his hands were buried in mom's hair.

"Oh god lady that feels amazing," he moaned. "But I need to get back to work. Oh shit, maybe I don't have to go right away." Then mom rose up, turned around and lowered her pussy onto his dick. "UNNNN so fucking tight..."

"Shut up and take it like a man," mom moaned over her shoulder. Then she was working his cock with a hunger that was inspiring. She was riding him hard and fast driving her pussy down onto his erection with no sign of slowing or mercy.

"Oh shit lady I'm gonna cum," he warned her.

"What already," she snarled. I cracked the door open a bit and locked eyes with mom. "Oh thank god!"

"Huh, I don't get it," he said as she fucked him remorselessly. I knew it was sis's night but there were always reasons to break the routine, especially when mom brought home a loser like this guy. I took out my phone and texted mom.

'If you want me, I'll be in the shower,' I said in the text.

I closed the door silently and headed for the bathroom. I ran my shower and was just rinsing off my body wash when mom arrived. She was naked and had the expression of a hungry tigress on her lovely features. I let her move in front of me. I pulled her close, cupped her tits and felt her body react to me instantly.

"Just fuck me, for the love of god make me cum," she begged.

"Bend over slut," I said. She complied instantly and I took my cock and lined it up. "Say it."

"I will never settle for a young cock ever again. I deserve better." I slammed my cock into her and listened to her curse a blue streak as I fucked her.

"My mother deserves a very talented lover," I said as I pounded her pussy from behind.

"Yes Master," she moaned. "Oh god I missed your dick. Fuck me lover..."

"Shh, now be a good little girl and come for me." I said. I hammered her harder and faster now. "Don't brag to Fiona or I will never make another exception for you again, understand."

"I promise," mom whimpered. "So good, I am so close baby."

"Shut up and come," I said biting her ear. I dug my fingers into her ass cheeks and hammered her in quick thrusts of my hips. The next sound out of my mother was a strangled cry that coincided with the spasms and jerking of her body. "That's my girl. Now up against the back of the shower, it's my turn to come."

Mom complied again and moved to the back of the shower awaiting my cock for the second time. She braced herself and wiggled her ass in invitation. I stepped up behind her and slipped just the tip inside of her. Then I stepped forward and rammed my hips into her hard enough for her feet to leave the floor of the shower. Impaled mom cried out and praised me with a slur of profane words. Then we were thrusting against each other as I worked towards my own orgasm. Mom's voice echoed off the walls of the shower as I pummeled her insides without mercy. As my cock swelled up inside of her mom was on the verge of her second climax. I kept up the pace and mom's rhythm was in perfect sync with mine. As I got closer to coming I mauled mom's tits and growled my own profanities in her ear.

"Give it to me," mom begged. "I can feel how close you are. Shoot your load into me!" I did and mere seconds later I reached my pinnacle and ground my cock into her as I came. "YESSSSSSSSSSS!"

We were both panting and covered in sweat. After a full day of pondering what Cassie had planned now I had taken some of the edge off. But I was still ready for a second go around. I pulled out of mom and started washing my hair.

"Are you finished," mom asked as she worked the shampoo into my hair.

"Of course not, but I have dinner plans with Cassie," I said as mom's fingers worked their magic.

"You are so thoughtful," she said. "She is one lucky girl."

"I am glad you understand," I said.

"I told you at the beginning, I don't mind sharing you with anyone," she said. "Rinse." I moved my head underneath the flowing water. "Make her scream for me."

"Yes mom," I said and we both laughed.

I finished what little homework I had left. Then at five thirty I was heading out the door towards the location on Cassie's note. The drive was nice and once more my thoughts were on what she had planned. I pulled up to the coordinates and discovered the five star restaurant, Hadrian's. I was so underdressed! I parked the Ducati and headed for the front door. One of the maître d intercepted me outside.

"Mr. Osborn, you are right on time. Please follow me we have a change of clothes waiting for you all according to plan."

"It appears that this has been as well thought out as the first encounter," I said.

"One of three," he said. "You are a lucky man."

I was lead in through a side door and into a changing room. Hanging on the wall was an expensive dark gray suit with matching tie. I slipped into the suit and it fit like a glove. Once I was dressed I was directed to the centermost table in the place. I sat down and the waiter brought over a tall glass of soda.

"Your meal will be out slowly, everything has been planned for you, so as the young lady told me relax and enjoy the show."

Just then my phone went off and I received the first of many text messages.

'I have you in my sights. Be a good boy and keep your composure.' What the hell did that mean? I found out exactly five seconds later when the hands unzipped me and fished out my semi hard cock. Are you shitting me? Then two hands were stroking me slowly and diligently.

'How does it feel lover?'

'Amazing,' I texted back. 'You are evil.'

'I know.'

It was shortly after that, that I felt the tip of 'her' tongue on the head of my cock. She was swirling the tip of her tongue slowly and deliberately. I wanted to feel her lips around me but that was going to be a while down the road. My steak showed up just as she was kissing her way from the base of my cock to the tip.

"Would you like a refill of your soda? You look a little flushed."

"Yes please," I said trying not to moan. Then her tongue was gliding along the vein that ran along the underside of my dick.

'You look like you are having a good time,' she texted.

'I am,' I sent back.

'She swallows by the way, just so you know,' said the next text.

'Glad to know,' I sent to Cassie.

Finally her lips wrapped around the head of my dick. I cut the steak up as her tongue swirled around me. Oh damn but it was getting harder and harder to keep my voice to myself. Three sodas later I felt the first stirrings of my climax. Then she did something that utterly shocked me, she stopped.

'Surprise,' Cassie said in her next text.

'EVIL,' I sent back.

Then after two long minutes she started up again. Without using her hands she snared the head of my cock with her lips and began sucking. My fingers dug into the palm of my hand. I carefully chewed each piece of the mouthwatering steak. I looked around frequently and caught some of the other patrons watching intently. Oh my god they knew what was going on! What the hell! The waiter must have recognized my distress and came over.

"Is everything alright Sir," he asked.

"They are watching," I whispered as the lips moved downward engulfing me.

"Of course they are, they are Isani," he said softly as he refilled my glass.

"Who are the Isani," I asked as the girl began to deep-throat me.

"They are kinsmen to the Sidhe," the young man said. "They feed off of sexual energy."

"Oh my god," I said as the head of my cock popped into her throat.

"Would you like a dessert after the steak," the waiter asked.

"Yeah, I think I will need it."

'Does her technique please you Steven,' Cassie asked.

'Yeah, she is amazing,' I said. '...Whoever she is.'

'That is a secret,' Cassie said.

Then as my cock swelled in my lover's throat she suddenly pulled out. Another agonizing two minutes until her fist and lips returned. Was she trying to kill me? This was nothing short of erotic torture.

'Do you want to cum Steve,' Cassie asked.

'Yes goddamnit,' I snarled into the phone.

'Are you imagining her pussy wrapped around you yet,' she asked.

'I want to fuck so bad I can taste it,' I said.

'You never said who you want to violate,' Cassie sent.

'Do I have to be specific,' I asked.

'No, how does her tongue feel.'

Right on cue the mystery girl's tongue swirled around the head of my cock just as she began jacking me hard and fast. I lowered my head and bit my lip to keep from screaming. Then her lips were latched around the head and my orgasm was finally coming. She fisted my cock with absolute perfect timing. I looked around and many were licking their lips as my orgasm was seconds away. Oh shit I had to keep quiet somehow. My teeth pierced my flesh as torrents of pulsing cum hit the back of her throat.

'Damn that was intense,' Cassie sent even as I came. My blood trickled down my chin and onto the tabletop. I was panting as quietly as I could manage. The hidden girl licked me clean and tucked me back in. She zipped me up and that's the exact moment the lights went crazy. The room went dark for a few seconds and then strobed back to life. I saw her emerge from underneath the table but never got a good look at her. The flickering lights did their work and concealed her identity. Then the envelopes began to arrive. I learned they were from the patrons and it was their payment for the fine 'meal' I had provided them. Twenty envelopes in all and each contained two thousand dollars. Sure a part of me felt used but the other ninety nine percent felt like Cassie had gone over the top with this entire scenario.

The chocolate pie arrived right on time and I ate it nice and slow. My heart was still pounding when I left the restaurant. I had changed back into my street clothes and I guess I shouldn't have been surprised to see Cassie sitting on the seat of my motorcycle. She looked amazing in her short skirt and denim jacket.

"I hope you have something left for me," she said.

"I have more than enough saved up," I said.

"Good, so how was your treat," she asked.

"I am still weak in the knees. But a short motorcycle ride will cure that."

"Good, I will tell you where to go to," she said smiling demurely.

I slipped in front of her and started the bike. Her hands settled around my waist as she clung to me. True to her word she told me how far to go and each and every turn. I was lost within five minutes. Ten minutes after that we were pulling up to a stone boneyard. The smallest slab must have weighed in the hundreds of tons.

"Where the hell are we," I asked.

"This is Er'tll G'har, the earth soul. It is a place the Isani hold dear. I wanted my first time to be special, I hope you don't mind."

"I am honored that you would find me worthy of being your first," I said and she smiled.

"More than worthy, we have been friends for so long. I couldn't imagine it being anyone but you."

We dismounted the bike and she took me by the hand. She led me deeper into the stony graveyard. After a few hundred steps she led me to singular tree amidst the cyclopean stones. Cassie placed her back to the trunk of the tree and pulled me close. The kiss was amazing and her passion was quite evident. Our tongues were dueling as we undressed each other. The feel of the cold air against my skin only heightened my desire for her. I tugged up her top and lowered my lips to her nipples. She pulled my head closer as I feasted upon her sensitive flesh.