Life as a New Hire Ch. 47

"You are distracting me," she murmured. I wasn't. I knew these things.

"I like to get the feel of every inch of your flesh," I responded. More mirthful noises from her. Slowly her labia engulfed my cockhead and her gooey vulvar vestibule rubbed against and over the top, until I felt myself entering her vagina. There, she hesitated. I propelled my hips an inch up, twisted right then left before falling back down - a micro-fuck.

"Ah," she emoted her approval. "My turn." Hana's knees spread to the side, making a memorable sound on the silk sheets as she impaled herself. This time she rolled her hips forward, back, then did a slow 360 with my dick inside her, letting the slow progress over her vaginal folds spark memories for her to savor. "I never believed sex could be like this," Hana hiccupped.

"How so?" I knew the answer, but wanted her to put her chaotic passions to words. It would make her happier.

"Experimenting ... silly. Stopping in the middle and doing ... this," she reversed her hip rotations this time. "I never imagined a lover having such patience, or ..."

"Yourself as being so openly sexually adventurous?" I finished.

"Yeah," she huffed. "I really, really owe your college professor - plus you and all your diligence, for thissss ..." at the last moment, she encountered the gateway to her G-spot. I knew precisely where that gem was. Previously, Hana had gained a vague idea where it was from the perspective of masturbation and our prior lovemaking. Now I had let Hana rediscover that joy with my cock as her tool to utilize as she wished.

"You realize pregnant women want even morrrreeee sex," she hummed. She was vigorously working my penis now. Hana had bridged a huge gap, sexually. Normally, a woman of Hana's quality tried to please her man first with the hope her orgasm would soon follow. I was different. My greatest sexual gratification came from her ecstasy. She was confident in that now. By bringing herself to climax, she was making me excited for what would come next.

"That's okay," I propped myself up on one elbow now that Hana was riding me cowgirl-style. "I dig big chicks." The open-palm slap to the chest was a given.

"Hercege ... you ... you are horrible," she growled around a feral smile. The lip-biting, tongue-sucking kiss was equally vicious, primal and leading Hana to the end of her tether. Not only was Hana's sexual trust in me/us expanding, she was putting extra effort into her physical workout regime too. She might still have a ways to go to compete with an Amazon, but it was still going to be a great night.

"Hercegné, I am nothing but a twisted shadow of masculine lust whose every contour is cast by your muliebrous glow," I teased. Her eyes twinkled. Yes, definitely still going to be a great night.

[...]

"Okay," Hana yawned, "I give up. What does 'muliebrous' mean?" She'd been holding on to that for an hour and a half. It was five-thirty and I was dressing in my biking clothes before heading into work.

"From the Latin 'muliebri' which means 'womanly'," I answered. Her sleepy eyes drank in both my response and my physique. I had discovered another thing Hana liked and that was to expand her academic/linguistic frontiers. She was enchanted with the idea that I liked to engage her mind along with her body - sparking on all cylinders.

She'd crawled over to my side of the bed, her head resting on my pillow, soaking up my scent as she watched me. I knelt down, kissed her on her ear, cheek and finally the side of her lips. Hana was beat.

"Have a good day and be careful," she mumbled. Her eyes closed. Her chest rose with one last, waking breath before her sleep rhythms took her.

"Ditto," I whispered. I snuck into Õnnela's room and planted a kiss on her head as well. The craziness of my life had a way of cascading over to the ones I loved. Loved? Oh boy ...

{7:00 am MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 8th ~ GRADUATION DAY}

Brielle and her buddy were humming along as the elevator doors closed. Once more, my 'hellish' schedule demanded I change in the elevator. I'd gone to gun practice with my bike clothes on, so I absolutely had to change into business attire in the magic box ... in front of them.

Juanita adjusting my tie was a less than subtle attempt to strangle me. I was about to be late to my final 'start of day' meeting as an intern in Executive Services, so her chastisement would have to wait. Who would have thunk it? Juanita would have to wait outside for this ceremony. Paula raced with me to be the last one in, only to have Daphne grace us with the 'news':

"The meeting won't start for another fifteen minutes," she grinned. "Katrina is bringing up the 'new hires' for the fall program."

I finger-flicked my head. The 84 days as an intern was merely the 'training wheels' period. To really be a member of ES was at least a two year training process. The Amazons around me had started their training for this gig when they were fifteen and were eighteen and nineteen now - their ID's said they were older for legal purposes.

In theory, my four years in college was counted as 'preliminary' training and provided things such as acclimation to outsider culture ~ aka 'acting normal'. Logically, I would train under someone like Desiree or Buffy for a year before being a full-fledged member of the service.

"How many this time?" I asked Daphne since she seemed to be in the know.

"Twenty," she grinned. "We are getting two."

I noticed there was still only my tiny desk in Katrina's office. That meant the new guys would be out in the office pool with everyone else. Probably for the best. The ladies were now used to having a male around, so would be careful in what they did and didn't say. I yawned.

"Tired," Fabiola smirked.

"Oh yeah," I stifled another yawn. "Met an emissary from the Pope." Fabiola glowered. "No. Seriously. I met an emissary from Holy See. I let Hana know I wanted to get married in a highly improbable place - a ruined cathedral - so she contacted the Catholic Church and one of their guys wanted to meet with me."

"That had to be fun," Tigger grinned. "What does the Cult of the Nazarene think of you and the Goddess Ishara?"

"We actually discussed polytheism and the place of an omnipotent, omnipresent being in the scope of things," I placed my hands behind my back and rocked back and forth. "It was quite interesting. The guy knew his shit."

By that, I meant he was probably with the Pope's Secret Service as well as a Brainiac with a PhD in something. He'd promised to be in touch as soon as he heard back from his superiors. He had this hot chick with him who I suspected was a nun. And if his driver wasn't ex-military, it was because he was still in the service. On the plus side, Hana had been beaming when we left, which assured me the meeting had gone well ... so we had sex from 4 AM until 5:30, thus my current fatigued state.

"Are you going to abandon your faith?" Fabiola taunted me.

"I don't have faith, Fabiola of Minerva. Faith would imply I don't know there are supernatural entities screwing with our lives. I know they do exist, I've met a few. To satisfy your disingenuous curiosity, we discussed the nature of the Weave and it being the possible manifestation of God's Will."

"How did that go?" Paula appeared interested.

"He strongly suggested I should 'revisit my Catholic roots' soon. By that, I think he meant I'm supposed to start attending church regularly," I shrugged. "The Pope is sending an envoy to the Great Khan too, so odds are good I'm getting married," I pronounced the last bit as the doom-laden prediction it was.

"Oh - yes," Fabiola reached passed Paula and smacked me in the chest with the back of her hand. "That is for insinuating you and I had intercourse to my Mother and the Council."

"Was that chastising me for lying, or for not making it so?" I winked.

"Ah - no!" she pouted. "Stop lying about me."

I looked down at my phone.

"We've got twelve minutes," I double-pumped my eyebrows. "Want to go to Katrina's bathroom?"

"What! No!" Fabiola tried to hit me again. I backed away like a big coward.

"Is that an open invitation?" Tigger purred. I made eye-contact with Tigger. Her joking façade crumbled. I was feeling like the old 'me' again, plus I was stressed and twelve minutes was plenty of time.

"Don't do this to Katrina ... and Buffy," Daphne advised both of us.

I sighed in defeat, Tigger in regret.

"Cheer up," Daphne reminded us. "His 84 days are up. No more date obfuscation for us ... and downright lying by him."

'Me' rolling out my mental 'sex' calendar was short-circuited by Katrina showing up with two men. One short, chiseled Hispanic guy and one tall, svelte, Black dude. By their early arrival, I could only imagine none of their crowd had argued like Brian had on our 'Day One'.

Katrina graced me with a maternal, wistful smile as she glided past. The two gents stopped close by me and the ladies somewhat uncertainly.

"Come here," I motioned them forward into the line-up on either side of me. "This is where the fun begins. I'm Cáel Nyilas, by the way," I offered each a handshake. They took it.

"Stalin Bolivar," the Hispanic man went first. His Latin-timbre placed him definitely 'South of the Border'. My guess was South America - south.

"Lennox Fitzgerald," the Black guy said in a strong British/London accent. Katrina taking her seat brought the meeting to order. She looked at her monitor, at me - I could tell that look of disappointment could only be coming 'my' way - then back at her screen.

"Well, since the new team members have been introduced, I might as well get to the work reviews for Friday," she regarded us all with her hawk-like gaze. Tigger came first. I was last, if there was any doubt. Once again, I worked with the Rhodes Scholars of the New Hire world; they could do no wrong and then came me. Katrina stopped and rubbed the bridge of her nose between her right thumb and forefinger. Oh! This was going to be good!

"Cáel ... I ... I'm not sure what possessed you to get frozen samples of Dodo DNA out of our Gene Bank, but I want you to know you've contaminated a whole generation of pygmy cassowaries we were attempting to reintroduce into Timor-Leste. 18 months of research and development down the drain. We have these bastardizations of Phorusrhacidae and emus we are going to have to put down now ... I'm ... I'm rendered speechless."

I had to think about that for a second.

"Oh, I brought back Terror Birds? Woot!" I exclaimed. "Oh, and sorry about that budgetary hiccup. Wait! Can't we use those as bio-weapons, or something? Recoup our losses on the black market ..."

"No. No we can't, Cáel. There are all sorts of UN regulations against that," Katrina chided me. There was more to come. She stood up.

"Cáel, it is with multiple deep personal regrets I must inform you that I have decided we can no longer afford to keep you on with Executive Services. It seems you are simply not cut out for this line of work. Fortunately for myself, you and Havenstone, you are being offered a position in the President's Office as Assistant to the Executive Assistant to the President, Ms. French. Will that be acceptable?" Katrina remained cool and cordial.

Okay, who was Ms. French and why was she President of Havenstone? Hmmm ... my bet this was because of yesterday morning's meeting and the Regency.

"Well, as long as it isn't Ms. Dubois, I'll take it," I sighed.

"I heard that," came the sizzling voice from behind me.

"Oh shit," I jump aside, twisting fearfully to face the feminine Smurf-doom of Death.

"Good morning, Senior Vice-President Dubois," Katrina nodded to Buffy.

"Good morning, Director Love. I need a minion to move my stuff," Buffy glared in my direction. "I'll take that one," she pointed at me.

"No can-do, Captain McGiggle-Pants," I waved her off. "I've got a new job and I have a feeling it doesn't start until 8 ~ like normal people."

"I'm going to get you," Buffy shot daggers my way.

"Fabiola, when the meeting ends, please take the Senior Vice-President's belongings to her new office," Katrina directed. Making Fabiola her fetch-and-step-it minion mollified Buffy enough to let Katrina return to marshalling the meeting. "Now, if you don't mind ..." went Buffy's way. Buffy withdrew, so Katrina resumed. Next came the introductions and assignments. I got another plum.

Stalin (I was going to have to get used to that) got Helena and Lennox had Desiree - and KID DUTY!

"Please Katrina, can I tag along?" I begged the moment we were released.

"Cáel, you have two groups stopping by to meet with you at 8. You don't have the time," she informed me.

"First I've heard of it," I evaded. "So I'll be a little late ... they won't mind."

I was getting incredibly odd looks from the two new guys.

"You have no idea who they are," she gave a slip of a smile, "or how patient they might be, so by all means, make groundless assumptions."

"I know I'd rather see Aya ... and Europa and Lorraine," I pleaded.

"Oh," she gave an exaggerated sigh, "by all means. I'll make sure to put the visitors in separate rooms so they don't kill each other."

"That shouldn't be necessary. I only know good people," I turned things around. I put my arms around both guys before they could evade me and out we went. Juanita detached herself from a nearby wall, scowling at me.

"Gentlemen, this is the best lifestyle mistake you could have ever made," I explained. "Try to have fun, because I guarantee there will be times when this job will suck big time."

"You just got fired from this position," Stalin reminded me.

"Oh, it's worse than that. I was promoted. I'm sure you can avoid my fate if you try hard enough," I urged.

"You should listen to Cáel," Tigger joined us. "He was the only one of the first five to make it the full 84 days."

"Hey, Felix is coming back," I countered.

"Really?"

"I pledge to you," I smiled. "He shall return."

"Damn," Paula came along the other side, "now I wish I was in the Great Hunt too."

Paula and Stalin immediately had to leave for their assigned trainer.

"What happened to the other four - three?" Lennox prodded me. We were at Desiree's desk. She shot me a vile look. She'd guessed my intention to be an unnecessary attachment to her mission ... which necessitated a request for a new vehicle.

"Khalid became Chief Depilator in a social engineering experiment in Paraguay, Trent transferred to our Far East Acquisitions Unit as a permanent in-flight Cabaña Boy and Brian became a Locust Wrangler in the Australian Outback and dedicated student of the digeridoo."

"Lennox, don't listen to him," Desiree grumbled. "He's an idiot. Oh, and Cáel, thanks for making that psycho Rhada my boss. I'm going to get you for that."

"I aim to bring passion to the lives of all the women I meet," I gloated.

"Idiot," Desiree mumbled. Into the elevator, joined by Juanita, we went and down to the garage we travelled.

We had to go for a Mercedes Benz GL550 instead of the normal Audi because of the extra riders - me and Juanita. Lennox, sitting up front with a grim-faced Desiree, was more perplexed than ever. I contemplated handing him a back-up piece since technically he was a bodyguard ... though, pro forma at Havenstone, he wasn't informed of that fact.

"So ... a lot of women at Havenstone," Lennox finally opened up to me/us. He had yet to realize the futility of trying civil discourse with Desiree. Juanita was super-grumpy and had her arms crossed in such a manner her shoulder holster was exposed.

"Hot, athletic babes everywhere you look," I revised his statement. "I'll show you the gym before end of business. I heartily suggest you work out twice a day. They've got a massive facility, plus several large pools."

More pausing on his part. Then he grew ambitious.

"You don't worry much about sexism, do you?"

"Me? Nah. The women here admire courage. They also exercise to the point of extremism and practice at least one form of martial art regularly, so you best temper your interest with respect," I grew stern. "Seriously, if you have difficulty with a woman here, ask her to spar off the clock. It will work wonders."

"Ah," he grinned, "I'm a mixed martial artist. I've been competing since my teens. I don't want to hurt anyone."

"Hah," was from me. Desiree merely snorted.

"Lennox, I work with a guy from the SRR," I 'elaborated'. "Not 'retired' - active duty SRR, and some of the ladies you work with in Executive Services can take him. Fuck it all with Security Services."

"You work with a bloke with the Special Reconnaissance Regiment? Here in the States? What's he doing here?" Lennox clearly didn't believe me. "I heard about you in Romania against those terrorists," or maybe he did.

"Lennox, as fast, smart, strong, good-looking and driven as you are, do you really think you are in Executive Services to pick-up laundry, kids and dinner?"

"Cáel," Desiree cautioned me.

"I was curious about that. The pay is really good so ..." Lennox grinned.

"You're not. You are being prepared ..." I got out.

"Ishara!" Desiree snapped.

"Trust me," I soothed Desiree. "I know what I'm doing." She gave me a poisonous glare in the rearview mirror before returning her eyes to the road.

"Prepared?" Lennox restarted things.

"Yeah, prepared to redress a grievous imbalance between the women of Havenstone and male-kind."

He blinked, waiting for me to continue.

"A grievous imbalance between the women of Havenstone and male-kind?" he reiterated. "What does that mean?"

"It means that is the first clue I'm going to give you, Lennox," I slyly smiled. "It is Day One in this nut ranch for you, and you are getting more of a head start than I had, trust me."

"Don't trust him," Desiree snapped snidely. "He's an idiot. Juanita?"

"I'm too furious over his latest stunt to speak with him right now," Juanita replied.

"You ain't getting an apology from me, that's for damn sure," I got snarky with my bodyguard. To Desiree, "Am I lying to him?" She didn't respond. Instead we rode in silence until we pulled in front of the Ruger household.

Mind you, I spotted the tail the moment we left Havenstone and I was sure another protective detail was out there hovering about our diminutive Queen. I got to go in and get the girls. Even though technically Caitlyn was no longer Aya's mother, courtesy of the adoption, she was the logical choice for guardian of the young girl. There was the added bonus of having two ex-aunts at home and two junior Amazons, previously her older sisters, close by at school for extra protection if necessary.

Still, an SD chick met me inside the door, eyeballing me to make sure everything was okay (in the belief if something was hinky, I'd let her know somehow.)

"Atta," squeaked my favorite boon companion.

"Duma," I scooped her up.

"Cáel," came from the lips of Europa and Lorraine. Caitlyn was there beside them, cloaked in melancholy.

"A moment please," she requested of the rest of us. I put Aya down and walked with her to the dining room. She turned with tears in her eyes. "Katrina told me of your words of anger to the Council," she whispered. "Thank you. I know, no matter what else happens, she will have an ally in you." I hugged her tightly. What else could I do? She let me go, put on her Amazon Mother face, and back out we went. For a few seconds, I was all business. I made sure the sidewalk was safe before we exited the Brownstone. Lennox held the car door for us. We were heading off to school inside 30 seconds.

"I think someone is following us," Lennox noted to Desiree.

"Define."

"Florist van," he answered.

"Good eyes," was her response. He looked my way.

"Support vehicle for our VIP's," I gave him a bit more information.