Don't Label Me! (5 page)

“
And the fact you realise that shows
your intelligence and capability to do the job. We create a council
and workforce for you.”

A bit of color seeped back into Tyra’s face
as her inner panic ebbed. Duplicating some of the structures of the
external world might work but surely they could do better. “I’ll
need experts for each of our areas of concern. They will form our
council. We’ll call it our round table. We don’t need a hierarchy.
As facilitator I’ll be equal to anyone else on the council. We’ll
need to ask the townsfolk to nominate and endorse an expert for
each of the key areas. I’ll need a secretary and a business manager
to deal with the day to day stuff. I still want time for us, for my
garden and my occasional research.”

“
Jamie would make a good secretary.”
Arion suggested.

Thex agreed. “It would be good to give Jamie
a purpose. She or he, damn it I never know what to call her, um
him, whatever. Jamie’s been looking bored since he arrived. Self
esteem’s a bit rattled too I think. Can’t have been easy working
for someone as paranoid and psychopathic as Sakla let alone
suddenly becoming a mix of genders.”

Simon cracked a laugh at Thex’s struggle
with what to call Jamie. “I think you’ll find the transgender terms
‘ze’ and ‘hir’ will solve your problem and yes I agree with you.
I’ve already asked hir and ze agreed. Ze’d love to offside Tyra if
Tyra will have hir.”

Tyra wasn’t yet sure of the shemale half
human half Din hybrid but she needed the help if she was going to
make this work. “Ze”, she paused and smiled unconsciously as she
struggled to remember to use the foreign term, “ze used to be
Sakla’s personal assistant wasn’t ze? If ze survived that ze must
be competent at least.” Damned she sounded almost like she was
speaking German but she’d get used to it. “Rob would be good to
have on our council.”

Thex nodded. “Roads and maintenance. I’m
sure he’d get endorsement for that. We’ll need someone from the
police on board too. We might get the more awake of the population
wandering in through the portal and we need a strategy to handle
them. Our science team can cover off quite a few areas of expertise
but maybe we only need one of them as a representative on the
council. We’ll get them to decide which.” He looked meaningfully at
George, their resident mechanic and engineer and got an eyebrow
raise in acknowledgement. “Melissa, of course, would be our fairy
liaison and her coven could nominate someone to organise markets
and our ritual holiday calendar.”

Arion suddenly looked interested at the
mention of holidays. More opportunities to go off surfing. Yet he
thought they were forgetting the less glamorous stuff. “Don’t
forget the basics like rubbish collection and park
maintenance.”

Tyra gave an inner thumbs up to that one.
Another chance to expand her gardening empire. “Maybe we could have
a team on the park and town landscaping: me, Anya and Simon, if the
town is agreeable. We’d keep on with our plans to make our town
center a mostly edible landscape. There might be others in the town
willing to pitch in with keeping it tidy and presentable. Maybe we
can talk that Portuguese born girl who usually does the rubbish
collection into nominating herself as our waste and recycling
expert. Angela de Silva isn’t it? Does anyone know how we can
contact her?”

“
I do.” Simon nodded. “Now on the
education front I think we’re going to need to revolutionise the
curriculum. It’s gotten a bit dumbed down over the last century if
you ask me and our kids have more potential than the state
curriculum has allowed for, even more so now they’ve had the
genetic repair. It will be a delicate task of approaching the
school principal on that one.”

Tyra wasn’t sure who was going to have the
balls to deal with the principal, Dr Adelaide Maddison. “That’s
going to require some diplomacy. Its not just the curriculum that
will be an issue but how we are going to pay the staff to keep the
school going. How exactly is our economy going to work anyway?”

“
The faeries might have some ideas on
how to run the economy, considering they’ve been living off the
normal grid for thousands of years but you’re going to need a
business manager as well.”

Tyra couldn’t agree more. “I agree but where
do we find one of those? My mum Annie’s great when it comes to
bookkeeping and crunching numbers but the role really needs someone
who’s a formidable administrator. Someone with marketing skills and
a lot of nous when it comes to dealing with clients. Perhaps even a
knowledge of economics. Someone who can sweet talk not only the
townsfolk but who’s also able to offside me or substitute for me
when we deal with the normals outside. ”

Arion snorted. “Normals, I like that but
what does that make us?”

Thex didn’t see any need at all to name
themselves. “It makes us us, we don’t need a label. I think we can
start to break away from some of the normals’ habits such as having
to categorise everything.”

Simon had been listening to their banter as
he ran several variables and probabilities through his head.
“Arion, since you’re on board with the practical stuff could you
chase up Angela de Silva re the waste management role?” He
telepathed her address to Arion. “ I’ll follow up with that
troublesome red haired journalist, she’d make a great communication
and publicity expert for us. As to your business manager I have an
idea. It’s time I delivered on an old promise anyway. I’ll deal
with the school principal while I’m at it.” With that he
disappeared from the table, as in vanished into thin air.
Teleportation being an ability common to all the Malakim immortals
in the town and an increasing number of the now rapidly evolving
townsfolk.

Tyra stared at the vacant chair. “I wonder
what the promise was?”

Thex slowly got up and stalked towards her.
He grasped her chin and tilted her head to look directly at him. “I
think you’ve had enough going through your head for one morning
lady mayoress. It’s time we cleared it for you. Arion could you go
and get some ropes please?”

Tyra sucked his breath in sharply, stunned.
“Are you domming me Thex?” Usually it was Simon she submitted
to.

George, sitting in his window armchair
raised an eyebrow, smirked, folded his magazine closed and made a
quiet exit through the back verandah sliding doors. Time to make a
tactful retreat to his flat over the stables.

Thex gave Tyra a penetrating look that
backed his order. “Lose the clothes Tyra then sit back down. You do
not have permission to speak.”

Tyra’s pulse quickened as she shed her
clothes then seated her bare bottom on the wood of the chair, not
once taking her eyes of him. Thex was as macho as they came but bi
with it. Arion was his second in command and his sub. With her he
was usually more vanilla. Not that she had any complaints on that
front. His beyond human vigor and stamina and his aura of authority
made her wet and weak at the knees anytime he looked at her with
lust in his eyes. If he played kink it was usually as reinforcement
to whatever thoroughly, delectably, debauched scheme Simon had on
the go. As for Arion, he was a total gentleman and as gentle with
her as an ocean breeze. Her three men complemented each other
beautifully. With Simon out on errands for a bit it looked like
Thex was taking on his role. She watched with bated breath as he
took the silk ropes Arion offered and began to tie her to the
simple high backed wooden dining table chair. One sweep of the
surprisingly strong fire engine red rope looped around her torso,
just under her breasts. He used shorter pieces to secure her hands
to the side of the chair and then his booted foot determinedly
bumped her feet apart before kneeling down to secure her feet to
the chair legs. She felt open and vulnerable. What if the chair
fell back?

“
That won’t happen because I’ll be
right behind you.” Arion, easily reading her mind, reassured as one
hand came around from behind to fondle her breasts and he tilted
her head back to caress the side of her neck with long warm wet
licks from his tongue.

Gods, how could her neck be so sensitive?
The moment’s thought was wiped from her head though as another
tongue suddenly delved deep into her cunt. Agh! With a mixture of
horror and delight she suddenly realised Thex had the same control
over the size and length of his tongue as he did his cock. His
tongue lengthened within her until it found home on her g-spot and
set up a slow and relentless torment. “Sir!” Tyra cried out.

“
He won’t answer to that Tyra. Sir is
for Simon. Thex won’t respond to anything less than Commander.”
Arion took a moment to explain then plunged his own tongue into
Tyra’s mouth and set up a rhythm to match Thex’s.

Trya felt she might drown in her own juices
as their tongues plundered deep within her. Arion had found some
kind of g-spot equivalent in her throat. The nerve impulses from
the two areas seemed to be connected by something deep within her.
Maybe her brain connected the dots. She couldn’t think to fathom
it. Instead she yielded to the dual serpents at her core. Unable to
move or even scream an earthquake of a multiple orgasm shook her,
pulsing through her like some giant piston forcing waves of
pleasure through her until her lifeline to reality dissolved and
her soul floated up on a cloud of release and delight.

It was some time later that she awoke to the
realization she was no longer tied to the chair but instead cuddled
on the loungeroom couch between Thex and Arion. She lay there
listening to the rhythmic beat of their hearts and the still peace
of their contented minds. Bliss.

Simon knocked on Adelaide’s door. “Ms
Maddison, may I interrupt?”

The school’s principal looked up from her
work and blushed. “Come in Simon and please, drop the formality. No
one’s around. What can I do for you?” Her eyes raked the only man
to have ever known her feminine side. Up until two years ago she’d
saved her pennies to buy an annual debauched night out with Simon,
then the town’s infamous man of ill repute. He, being sensitive to
her position in the town, had always come to her like a demon in
the dead of the night. He’d played vampire for her or whatever else
he thought she needed at the time. Then they’d spend the rest of
the year pretending they hardly knew each other. Now she was a
fifty seven year old in the body of about twenty-five, the
retrovirus everyone in the town had taken having had the same
effect on her as everyone else. She missed him but she knew he was
well and truly taken, three times over to be exact, and she
respected that. She wasn’t about to make a play for him but she
couldn’t help the blush or the sudden dampness between her thighs.
Being now wise to the fact that he could read her mind made her
blush even more.

Simon eyes sparkled with mischief as he
seated himself in the chair on the opposite side of the table.
“Don’t worry Adelaide. I haven’t forgotten you. I think it’s time
you let someone a little more permanent into your life don’t
you?”

Adelaide sighed. “And who’s going to play
with me like you did? You’ve rather spoiled me you know Simon. I
could never settle for a man who was any less skilled in the
pleasures you’ve shown me.”

“
And I would be disappointed if you
did. Just be open to what the world brings your way?”

“
The world or you Simon? What are you
up to?”

“
Oh the usual schemes and
machinations. A couple of things bring me here today, not the least
of it a little matchmaking but it’s actually Hideo I’m interested
in fixing up. There’s someone in Sydney he needs to meet and
retrieve for us. Could you spare him for a bit if I found you a
substitute teacher?”

Adelaide’s eyes softened as a wave of
compassion she usually kept well hidden edged its way to the
surface. “Poor man. I know his history of course. His wife was
visiting her parents in Fukushima when that damned tsunami hit. He
took the exchange program to get away from the memories. I think he
loved her deeply, not that anyone would know. He’s hardly ever
spoken of her or the tragedy. He’s a very private man. You have my
permission to borrow him but who are you going to give me in his
place. Jnarn?” The Malakim geneticist and father of Simon’s female
mate Tyra had lived several centuries in Japan and would be more
than capable of taking on Hideo’s class.

“
No he’s too busy. He’s working on the
problems associated with bringing back extinct species. Apparently
you can do it but the resulting offspring don’t live long. A few
bugs to sort out he says. Something about them needing to be
recreated first in the collective consciousness of the planet
before they can become a reality again. That and he’s offsiding
Helena’s current project, looking into whether Ally can conceive
and if she can what the chances are of the offspring being healthy.
I was thinking instead that it was time your students got a first
hand account of the Samurai and Shogun period of Japan’s history.
Kit can tell them things they’d never learn from the history
books.”

“
Hmm!” Letting her students near the
ninja. “Well as long as Jnarn can spare his lab technician and she
keeps the discussions on killing and espionage techniques to a
minimum. Maybe not dwelling too much on the ‘floating world’ of old
Kyoto’s Kabuki theatre and geishas either.”

“
You know you’re stuff Adelaide. I’m
impressed.”

“
Pays to be familiar with the overall
curriculum when you’re in my role.” Yet she could tell he was still
after something. “So I agree to Kit teaching on those provisos.
What else?”