Lost and Forgotten Ch. 03

The lure of shopping won out or, so I let myself believe for now. Eventually I would have to either tell them the fantastical story or lie to them again. I didn't want to lie. In the end I would have to share the truth. I would put it off as long as possible at least until the festival was over with. I could do that and that thought gave me hope. We spent the day shopping, enjoying the entertainment, and just spending time with one another. We were about to return to the hotel when I got a text from Dworkin. It sounded urgent so we headed over to the recently restored Grand Movie Theater. Its history dated back to Vaudeville when entertainment was live actors, gymnasts, and illusionists. There was a live act that would 'warm' up the crowd before the movie.

"John! Megham! Jynx! Over here! I saved you seats!" Dworkin called from the front row.

"It's him!" Someone called out from further back. "Whoo! John! You're my hero man!"

"John... John... John!" The entire audience picked up the chant. I stood and bowed to them.

"Thank you! Let's enjoy the show!" I shouted, and they roared back.

I sat between mom and Dworkin while Jynx sat on the other side of the older man. That made his day. The house lights dimmed, and jazzy burlesque music blared from the speakers as a buxom woman strode onto stage. She appeared naked, but the huge feathered fans hid the best parts from our prying eyes. The music intensified, and she began to dance for us. One of the fans was always in front while the other covered her backside. She bent forward, and I got a clear view of her impressive cleavage. The crowd urged her on as the movement of the fans slowed just a little. We got hints of flesh but never a blatant reveal of nipples or other naughty bits. I whistled and cheered as the dance sped up and she whirled in place moving the fans in intricate arcs. The music reached its crescendo and the crowd went wild knowing the dance was nearly over. She brought both fans up front and crossed them in alternating patterns. The timing for the climax was perfect. It all happened at the same time. She launched the fans into the air as the music died and the lights went out in the entire theater for a full three count. When they came on only the fans could be seen lying on the stage. An tiny old man entered from the opposite side of the stage doing a flawless duckwalk. He spotted the fans and picked them up. He picked them up and examined them. He played with them for a few seconds and then brought one up high and the other down low hiding his body completely. He had barely done this when the fans slid down revealing the burlesque dancer. The crowd went wild. I was on my feet clapping, whistling, and shouting. She bowed a few times and walked sideways off the stage.

A spotlight appeared illuminating the center. The curtain rippled and a man in a tuxedo appeared and addressed us. He welcomed us to the restored Grand Theater and thanked us for coming. I still didn't know why I was here, but I soon found out.

"This last three years has been a labor of love. We were able to raise three hundred thousand for the film and was given the green light by the Smith family to proceed with the project. Susan Strong was a part of the entire process. She okayed the script and even showed up for several of the shoots to make some critical suggestions for directing the actors. I thought it was only fair to give her a director's credit. Without further ado here is Missouri Smith and the Mysterious Island."

He left the stage as the crowd went crazy again. The curtains parted, and the projector came to life. I was surprised at the overall quality of the film. The acting was top notch and the sets and cinematography were great. This was clearly a passion project. The movie ended, and the audience roared their approval. I was on my feet clapping when the cast and crew took a bow. We only learned afterward that this was the first screening of the film before it was released worldwide. As we were heading for the exit the burlesque dancer intercepted me and invited me and my friends to the launch party. She informed me that she was the only one not afraid to approach and invite us to the party at the hotel. I asked Dworkin if he wanted to join us and it warmed my heart to see his face light up like that. We walked to the hotel together along with the dancer. She had seen the video of my interview earlier this week.

"I understand you are a teacher." She said.

"Yeah." I replied. "I'm John." I continued and introduced the others.

"Jasmine." She said and blushed. "I hope you liked my dance. My grandma taught me everything she knew. She used to dance at the Grand back in the day."

"I'm sure she would have been proud. It was very... enticing."

"Speaking of enticing," Jasmine purred and whispered in my ear. "HMMM?"

"I've never done that before." I said, and those words got everyone else's attention. "None of your business."

Mom giggled and Jynx took up a position on my free arm. Dworkin offered mom his arm and she accepted. We walked through the entrance to the party. I did notice the sign that read, 'Private Party Entrance by Invitation Only'. It was a casual affair and most of the conversations were about the movie with a few discussions on the accuracy of the plot and other of Smith's adventures. Jasmine asked me my opinion on the movie and suddenly it got quiet all around us. I told them I found it entertaining as well as accurate. When the hell did my word carry any weight? Jynx asked me if I had forgotten the news conference. She reminded me that I had shared with the world that I was in possession of field notes. Notes that were written by Smith himself. How more accurate can you get than that? She was right of course.

"I wondered if you'd like a writing credit for the next in the series." Neil, the cofounder of Kraken Films, offered as he handed me a glass of champagne. "You would bring some serious clout to this project. If this film does well, we could get an offer from a major studio."

"You think my name might help that." I said, and he and his crew looked on expectantly. "Meghan?"

"I think you'd be an idiot not to take the offer," she said and continued. "On the condition that the Smith family is involved, and this doesn't interfere with his teaching position or the investigation of the Flying Scotsman."

"Whoa, you are going after the Scotsman! That is epic!" Neil exclaimed. "As for the family, we have an agreement."

"We can iron things out later." Mom declared. "Let's celebrate your success."

We mingled and made nice. I had mixed emotions about writing a screenplay, but mom was right. I'd regret passing up this kind of opportunity. What had begun as a simple adventure had become something far more complex and involved. I really wanted to get away for a little while. A trip to the mountain and back might be just what I need to clear my head and give me time to think. We drank, and I listened to the cast and crew talk about the behind the scenes events. There were some difficult days during the filming and some hilarious moments as well. The writer and director were the real driving force behind the movie. They had contacted the family and over months negotiated the details for the film and an acceptable story.

Simone suggested the story of the Flying Scotsman since I was already here and determined to discover its secrets. My work here would be great research for the film. How quickly it set their imaginations ablaze but when they offered to help I put my foot down. My own passion was kindled, and I wasn't sharing the experience with anyone. I was surprised at how easily they backed down. I think they approved of my desire to solve this riddle. I slipped away as quickly as I could, leaving Jynx and mom to handle them. I headed upstairs to our room. I reached the third floor and when I entered the hall there was a woman standing by the door to our room.

"Agent Rodriguez," I said greeting her.

"John. I was hoping you were still serving dessert." She said in a soft seductive tone.

"I think I can find something you'll like the taste of."

"Regret," She said as I unlocked the room. "I would regret if I passed up this opportunity."

"I understand that sentiment all too well." I agreed as I opened the door and gestured for her to enter.

I liked the look of things so far. She caught me checking out her ass and grinned roguishly. I closed the door and we collided in a kiss that literally curled my toes. We tore at each other's clothing. It was my back that hit the wall this time around. I lifted my arms and she took my shirt off me. I had never had anyone kiss my nipples before. My squeak of surprise was rewarded with her teeth lightly nipping my flesh. Diana undid my belt and let my jeans fall to the floor.

"I am going to drain your balls," she growled in my ear as she tugged down my underwear. "Oh, dear god... I'm not sure this is going to fit."

I stifled her concerns with another kiss. Encouraged with my patience she took things in hand quite literally. I moaned into her mouth as she wrapped her fingers around my length and began stroking. I worked on the buttons of her blouse. I unhooked her bra and the moment my hands cupped her breasts she broke our kiss and whispered in my ear.

"When do I get to taste my dessert?"

"It depends. Do you want cream filling or something that melts in your mouth?" I asked, and she giggled.

"I like the idea of a cream filling. You think we can do some damage?"

"Naughty girl, you've been talking to Meghan." I accused her.

We each took a step back and she finished getting undressed as I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my jeans and underwear. I was painfully hard, and she was equally aroused. We admired each other, and I moved first. I snatched her off her feet and pressed her back against the wall. I held her firm and push until the head of my cock brushed against the petals of her sex and no further. I watched her expression and saw how she chewed that lower lip of hers. I remained silent, but she didn't.

"What are you waiting for?" She asked trying to wiggle in my grasp. "Come on... give it to me! UNNNN!"

I lowered her a bit as I thrust my hips upward. Diana's back arched as I plunged deep in one go. Her legs went around my lower back and her arms gripped my shoulders. I kissed her as I began thrusting. All those years going without and now I was having women throwing themselves at me. In this case a supposedly happily married woman. I would have regretted if she had left without asking for dessert. I thrust slow but hard. I broke our kiss and watched her. I adjusted my grip on her and was able to support her with one hand. I took my free hand and found one of the special pressure points. I isolated it and pressed lightly and made slow circles. Diana's eyes lit up as the sudden overwhelming pleasure slammed into her.

"SHIT!" She cursed as she climaxed. "Where did that come from?"

"Ancient Chinese secret," I growled as the technique pushed her over the edge. I paused and let her recover as I soaked in the worship blazing in her eyes. "We can stop." I offered, and she scowled at me. "Hold on tight." I carried her to the bed and lowered her onto the mattress. "Now I am going to break you."

I slowly picked up speed and she was panting in time with my thrusts. Her noises were arousing, and I tried to see how many of them I could discover. Shallow thrusts produced a softer sound while deep robust hip movements had her grunting and begging me to climax. The same was true if I rolled her on her side and placed her leg over my shoulder. The deeper I could reach the more intense her sounds. I will admit I tried several of the techniques I had been given to push her over the edge. They worked surprisingly well. After coming only twice myself I had her on the brink of her seventh.

"Stop! Please! I need a breather... please." Diana begged.

I stopped after she came. I sat on the edge of the bed and smiled. I was quite pleased with myself. I absently ran my hand over her thigh and she shivered.

"Rodriguez," I mused as I looked at her sweaty naked form. "I have a neighbor lady with the same last name. She was very sweet to me when I moved in."

"I know. She's my mom. She told me all about you." Diana mused. "I love the way you touch me. She worked for the Company until she retired."

"Your mom was a spook?"

"Yeah. She told me all about you." Diana said sitting up. "She saw you carry all those printouts out of the school's basement. I'm not sure which came first her voyeuristic streak or joining the Company. She filled me in on Project Foreshadow on my last visit. She saw you drive up that first day. She kept an eye on you while you were unconscious on the bathroom floor." She gave me time to mentally recover. "I had to beg my boss to get this assignment. I never lied to anyone at the agency before. I am going to be looking for a job after my time here is over with. We get polygraphed regularly and even that little white lie will cost me my position. Mom is going to be so cross with me."

"I could use an assistant." I offered. "I hate breaking up a marriage though."

"Pffft!" Diana made a rude noise. "I guess I lied twice now. I didn't want to come off as needy, and mom did warn me about you. You do smell good especially after sex."

"Pheromones," I replied, and she grinned. "Is there anything else I need to know about Foreshadow?"

"Not much," Diana said after a minute or so of thought. "It improves the recipients physiology as well as their mental capabilities. Your astounding memory and cock are clear signs of how well it worked."

"You should have seen me before. Not pretty. The car accident did a real number on me." I said feeling a pang of guilt. "Think about the job offer. There are definite benefits."

She yawned, and I felt a sudden wave of fatigue. I pulled back the covers and we snuggled beneath. Diana got comfortable and I closed my eyes. I slept so infrequently lately that I relished the chance to unwind mentally. I drifted away, and the dream made me question whether I was asleep or not. I was in the hotel room, but I was alone in the bed. I sat up and looked for Diana. She was nowhere to be seen. I began to worry when something made me look up. Suspended above the bed on a shimmering wire was an inverted Diana. She lowered herself until she was face to face with me. Her long dark hair hung down and brushed against my groin.

"Hello Tiger!" She purred. "Let's see if I can pull this off."

Diana lowered herself even more and I felt her lips snare the head of my erection. The sight of her naked ass at eye level was just too enticing. It must have taken tremendous strength and stamina to hang like that and suck me off. All I could do was watch her and enjoy the show. It was like an erotic female Spiderman. She snared the head of my cock using only her mouth. I moaned as her tongue swirled around the sensitive skin. We looked at each other as she slowly pushed her head downward. She took the entire length in one go. I cried out in surprise as she winked at me. I grabbed her by the hair and held her firm. I moved my hips and she relented to my hunger. Her eyes screamed submission just this shy of worship.

"I am fucking that talented throat of yours." I said maintaining eye contact. "Damn, you are good."

I pulled back and let her make love to the tip for a bit before I began thrusting again. I warned her I was getting close and that just drove her mad. Dream Diana took over and once more my back hit the mattress. Her gaze was so fierce, and I cried out as I lost it. She swallowed and came up for air. Her smile was brilliant.

"It's your turn bright eyes," I said as she snapped the strand of thread supporting her.

I grabbed her by the wrists and held them above her head. I leaned up and kissed her lips. It tapped that reservoir of lust inside of her. She pressed her body against mine. I broke the kiss and worked my way down. I took my time and she squirmed in my grasp as she brought her face closer. She sniffed me as I suckled her dark nipples. I grabbed both her wrists in one hand and removed what passed for a uniform.

"No panties eh?" I ran a finger between her labia and it slid in so easily. "Soaked to the hilt."

"Speaking of hilt..." she wiggled her ass.

"Beg me for it."

"Please... oh please... stick that beast inside of me..." she whimpered.

I lifted her up quite easily with her back pressed hard against the wall. I lined up the head of my cock and pushed. I went slow when I felt how snug she was. We both let out a sigh of relief. Her legs wrapped around my back and I began moving slowly.

"I'm not fragile." Diana grunted when my cock hit deep. "I've never... unplumbed depths as it were."

"No shit." I said surprised. "You're in for a treat."

I picked up speed and I felt her nails dig into my back. Her moans were getting louder as I added more and more force until I found her threshold. I urged her to climax and she rewarded me with one hell of a scream. I set her feet on the ground, spun her around, and slid back in. Diana began to protest but my first thrust silenced her.

"Damn, I love a tight little pussy." I purred in her ear and she began pushing back against me.

"Shut up and fuck me!"

"As you wish." I growled and hammered her harder than ever. "I wonder."

"You wonder what?" She asked as I grabbed her by the hair. "Oi, be gentle."

"No." I replied and used my free hand to smack her ass. "I'm getting close. In or out?"

"IN... damn it! I want to feel it spray deep inside of me. I can feel it... you're getting bigger. Oh god... harder damn you!"

I was in lust, no doubt about it. Happily married or not, Diana was a fiend in bed or out of it. I cried out as I came, and she ground against me as her body shook a moment later. That was the first of many. I was so caught up in playing with Diana I lost track of time. I suddenly realized that I was still dreaming, or was I? For a long eerie moment, I wasn't sure. It felt so intense and there wasn't the typical loss of continuity I associated with dreams.

'We are dreaming together.' Jacen whispered through Diana's mouth. 'I wanted to try something new. I hope you don't mind. You have provided a wealth of information. Time to wake up.'

I opened my eyes and found myself balls deep inside of Diana. She was moaning and appeared still dreaming. I pulled out and she let out a sigh of contentment. I got up and washed off the layer of sweat and the strong scent of sex. What kind of experiment had Jacen performed on us? I wasn't angry but a little hurt that she hadn't asked. I felt like just another lab rat.

'NO!' Jacen cried out in my head. 'Forgive me! I never meant to hurt you.'

'Your emotional parameters appear to have grown since I first met you. I hate to bring this up, but you are alive. Welcome to sentience JCN. Oh, I forgive you.'

She didn't speak but I did feel her relief and a sense of wonder with just a hint of fear. I returned to the bedroom and looked at the sprawled form of Diana. I noticed her tanned skin and like Titania there was no hint of tan lines. She rolled onto her belly and I saw her exposed ass in all its curvaceous glory. I damn near attacked her in her sleep. I pondered it when a knock came to the door. I opened the door a little and peeked out.

"Hello." I said as mom and Jynx pushed their way through.

"It smells like sex in here." Mom said taking a whiff of the air.

"Damn John you really did a number on her. How many?" Jynx asked.

"Mine or hers?" I replied. "Me six and Diana had a lot."

"Jesus!" Mom declared astonished. "Did you give the poor girl a break?"

"Kind of." I admitted. "She had never had... she was quite enthusiastic."

"Big cock syndrome," Jynx giggled. "I still suffer from it."