Dreams and Desires (38 page)

Kelly felt a tear roll down her cheek. Was the dream man going to take everything away from her? Adele had taken the dark wooden chair with the padded seat to the left in front of her desk. She just sat there, smiling and waiting.

Kelly's office was warmly decorated. The lab area had once been a large warehouse and the manager's office had been carved out of the storage area and was constructed of concrete block. It rose about ten feet high under the 20'high roof. It been modeled in late early industrial decor when she took over the lab. The torn, sheetrocked walls were a faded, dirty white, the ceiling consisted of the bare underside of the concrete overhead. The floor had been painted gray over what had once been painted red, and scuff marks and gouges made the older, red paint stand out like wounds.

Using a small amount of money from her first year's grant, and with the help of reduced price workmen Mr. Hardings had sent her, Kelly had the walls repaired and painted a light, pastel green. The floors were covered with a dark green and cream colored oriental style carpet over a thick pad. She had had a drop ceiling installed and a large, round light fixture put in to replace the banged up fluorescent ones. The walls were covered with her mementos, diplomas, awards, letters of commendation. She had several of her favorite prints matted and framed in dark, brown wood. Across from her desk was her favorite Degas, a picture of several, young pretty student ballerinas in flowing, chimerical ballet dresses, flexing their legs, taking practice adagios against a backdrop of a long, tall mirror. Their delicate hands floated in the air or swept towards the ground as they anchored themselves to the long wooden bar that ran across it. The painting was suffused with pleasant reds, blues, yellows and whites and clearly showed the painter's affection for the delicate, young girls.

Looking at it now, Kelly felt fear for the pretty, young girls who worked for her. Ramón would corrupt them, she just knew it. They were all over eighteen and probably had active sex lives of their own. They also had boyfriends and family and Chandra, whose family had emigrated from New Delhi, went to night classes. Were they all to become his servants? To what purpose? Didn't she have some responsibility to warn them, to protect them? They looked up to her as a kind of surrogate mother, sometimes coming in to her office to cry over this and that. And they treated Adele like a favored older sister, the same Adele who would happily facilitate their betrayal.

While the women waited for him in Kelly's office, Ramón took his time examining the facilities of the lab. It had been an interesting ride from the house. He was surprised at how much these beings had marred the natural beauty of their environment, with large, garish billboards here and there, the ubiquitous power and telephone lines, the interminable stores. Why they needed so many he couldn't figure out. And the amount of resources the devoted to their means of locomotion was astounding. He counted two new car dealers and three used ones on the 15 mile ride from the female's house to here. There had been four gas stations and two parts stores too. And that didn't include the vast spaces devoted to parking the vehicles at all the different commercial establishments.

His servant had popped on the radio while they drove and while some of the sounds were jarring, the melodies of others were interesting and the beat was compelling. The noise of what he recognized as selling messages were the worst. He wondered if these beings could recognize the falsity in the voices of the pitch men and women.

The strangest part of the ride had been his search for the computer guidance mechanism he presumed gave the drivers of the cars the confidence to travel so fast and so close to one another. The vehicles coming in the opposite direction often made him flinch as they looked to be coming right at them. Although he had courageously made five dimensional jumps, he had never felt the apprehension he felt during that ride. It had distracted him for caring for his familiar who, he realized, was suffering bouts of intense apprehension in the back seat. He gave her what assurances he could before pinning his eyes again on the fearsome traffic approaching them.

The feel of the light drizzle of rain on his face had been wondrous. It felt like a thousand tiny kisses to his skin. The woman Adele had been amused at his enjoyment of this new, pleasurable sensation. It was a shame, he thought, that these beings had been so inured to the pleasures around them they were barely noticed.

He examined the laboratory equipment and recognized most of its uses. He went to the rear of the building and took stock of the steel emergency door. Adele had informed him about the vacant space which was located next to the lab. He would speak to Hardings about that today. The meeting in the parking lot had been fortuitous, obviating the need for an introduction later. He had taken from his familiar's mind what little she knew about his operations on the other side of the concrete wall that divided them. It seemed he might have had a stroke of luck. If Hardings had government contracts for military applications, he would probably have access to strategic materials Ramón would need. And he was sure he could produce innovations to Hardings’ products that would bring very quick financial rewards. Until then, he would need to live off of the foundation money the female had access to. He would have her add him as a signatory to those accounts today.

He took his time, looking in cabinets and drawers, examining tools and the stock room. Some of the raw materials would be useful. He needed to study some more to know for sure. He had already identified, in his research, several compounds and types of biological materials he would need. Adele would make sure orders were placed before the day was out.

It was about 8:30 when he walked into Kelly's office. He knew the three young laboratory assistants would be showing up in a half hour or so and he wanted to be ready for them. Also, he needed to acclimatize his familiar to his dominance of her here and he wanted to complete that process before the others arrived.

Kelly had been sitting quietly in her office, sullenly staring at her assistant and friend. Adele just smiled back. “I could get up and run,” she thought. She might be able to surprise Adele, knock her down or something and dash out of her office door. If the man was in the back of the lab, she might be able to get to the main door before he could do anything about it. There were security men watching on the cameras that were mounted on the roof and they might see her frantically fleeing the building before the man caught her. They would investigate. She could save the girls, get her lab back. She kept on trying to will her body into motion with no success. Her stomach would cringe with the thought of being disobedient to her captor, her lord and master. She would get a vision of his face, his body and she would recoil from the idea of being parted from them.

He had spoken! What a trip that was! His voice was deep and comforting. She wished she could hear more of it, but for some reason he didn't deign to use it in her presence unless he had to. He communicated to Adele psychically, apparently, since she always seemed to know what he wanted without any conversation passing between them. She had secured Kelly's office without any words being exchanged, unless they had planned out what she should do on arrival before Kelly awoke. Adele had picked up quickly on Ramón's lie to Mr. Hardings and followed it up with a convenient and consistent lie of her own.

Then Kelly had a brainstorm. Mr. Hardings worked on all kinds of secret government stuff. Was that the purpose of the dream man's capture of her? Was she the cat's paw by which he would gain access to Mr. Hardings’ secrets and steal them away? Or maybe he was sent here by some superior race of beings and meant to sabotage them to prevent earthlings from advancing into space, or developing super weapons with which we would destroy ourselves. It occurred to Kelly she had seen movies and TV shows with themes like that. Was that it? Was she being ridiculous? Melodramatic? Well, it was as possible as anything else that had happened since she met the powerful, entrancing man. Maybe they used dreams as some kind of travel between their worlds or galaxies. It was not something science would deem possible, yet neither was his ability to control people, to enter her mind, to regulate her body. She couldn't discount it just because it seemed outlandish.

What obligation did that impose on her? Was she to be the Judas of her race, betraying it for the physical and mental joy he brought her? Was her blissful lust the equivalent of thirty pieces of silver? She just had to get away. The entire human civilization might depend on it.

At that moment, Ramón opened the door to Kelly's office and stepped in. Kelly felt a surge of lust for him as soon as he appeared. Her rambling internal discourse on the future of the human race faded right away. Her need for him became paramount once more. Ramón shut the door behind him and started taking off his clothes, beginning with his dark blue t-shirt. As soon as Kelly saw his muscular naked chest, she felt her pussy begin to tingle with excitement. “Oh, my god,” she thought, panicked. “He's going to do me right here in my office!"

Whatever objection Kelly had to his use of her in her private, almost sacred, chamber, it withered quickly away. She watched him with lustful anticipation as he removed the rest of his clothes. She shifted her gaze momentarily to Adele as if to see whether she, too, was affected by the man's mere presence. She was watching him wistfully. The dream man stood right before her. He offered her his hand. Slowly, as if in a dream herself, Kelly lifted her joined hands to him and let him pull her to her feet from the chair.

The strong, naked man put his arms around the trembling woman and offered her his lips. Kelly raised hers and when they met, she felt a surge of passion in her loins. He kissed her long and hard, bringing her lusts to a boil. Her bound hands were crushed between them, resting on his hardening prick. She circled it automatically and reveled in its feel, wanting it inside her. His tongue was hot in her mouth, and she commingled it with hers, relishing the flow of warmth to her body.

Kelly felt the man's hands lifting her tight, turtle neck shirt until it slipped above her breasts, baring them. His hands seized her globes, sending his energies through them, causing her to moan with pleasure. His lips parted from hers and he pulled the shirt up over her head and slid it down her arms. It could not pass her bound hands and he left it there, bunched up and intertwined with her wrists. Stepping behind her, he pressed his cock against her rear, his bare back against hers and circled her torso with his strong arms, reclaiming her breasts, massaging them gently, luxuriously, pinching at her taut nipples. The feel of the man's fingers teasing her stiffened teats sent charges of fierce need through the half naked women's body. She pressed her rear back towards him, loving the feel of his hard manhood against her.

Kelly expected the man to lift her skirt to gain access to her sex, but the man had other ideas. One of his hands left her breasts and he leaned away from her. Kelly, through her impassioned haze, felt him undo the clasp at the back of her skirt and the zipper slowly descending. The garment loosened about her waist and the man lowered it, crouching down to assist her in pulling it over her black, high heeled shoes.

She was nude now, but for the sheer, luxurious black stockings that ended in bands of fine, sexy lace at the tops of her thighs. “I'm naked in my office,” Kelly thought as the cool air caressed her bare skin. She didn't know whether to be happy or sad. Whatever sense of safety she had felt from the man by being in her own special place was shattered. With the ability to shield their activities from the world by lowering the blinds, he could take her here anytime he wanted. Now, when she sat at her desk she would remember being naked here, having his hands run over her body and soon, very soon, taking possession of her by feeding his thick cock into her hungry cleft.

Ramón stood and gently urged Kelly's body forward, until her bare hips met the edge of her desk. Adele stood up and cooperatively moved the desk lamp aside to give Kelly room to stretch her upper body over it. He then pressed at her back until she bent her torso down. She placed her elbows and forearms on the desk, staring down at the green felt of her desk mat as he nudged her thighs apart with his knees. He ran his stiff cock along her labial lips, bringing a surge of passion to her. “Ohhhhhhh,” she moaned as the contact between his cock and her skin electrified her. When he slid himself home into her already moistened pussy, her whole body rejoiced.

Kelly could think of nothing else except the thick manhood delving deep into her womb and back again. Each long, slow stroke sent a wave of heavenly sensation through her. His hot hands were on her back, caressing her skin. It was not long before she felt her orgasm rising, the surge of blood to her loins, the tightness in her stiff nipples. She looked up and arched her back, readying herself for the fierce contractions she knew she would soon feel. She saw her friend Adele watching her performance, lust across her face. The sight of her friend, dressed and comfortably sitting in her office chair, observing her rut like an animal on her desk, disconcerted her for only a moment. Her lusts overflowed their banks and her body began to shudder with her climax. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” she called out as each stroke of the man's cock sent a wave of pleasure through her. She could feel her breasts swaying and jerking beneath her at each thrust of the man's hips against her rear. She put her head down, resting it on the pillow made by her shirt on her joined hands and let her orgasm take its course.

She realized when her spasms began to fade that the man had not come and that he was not through with her. She felt his long, hard shaft withdraw from her still shuddering channel. His hot hands took hold of her firm rear cheeks and separated them and she understood immediately that he intended to use the smaller, tighter portal there. “Not here! Not like this!” her mind screamed. “Not with Adele watching!” But her revolt lasted only until she felt the tip of his cock pierce the small opening. The passionate energies it emitted radiated all around the taut circle that guarded her bowels.