Dreams and Desires (49 page)

Chandra began to kiss Kelly all around her face and then down her neck and to her shoulders. Their breasts rubbed together, sending a wave of lust through the bound woman. “Oh, god,” Kelly exclaimed to herself, “I'm on fire!” She longed to hug and return the kisses of the beautiful, young girl. Chandra caressed her breasts lightly, pulling gently at her hardened nipples before leaning back and then guiding her to her feet by her arms. Kelly's leash hung between her breasts and Chandra took hold of it. Smiling sweetly at her, she urged her forward.

Kelly was shamed at the girl's use of the infernal instrument that hung from her collar. Her mind protested at her debasement, but her body followed the happy, young girl docilely. When they turned the corner to her bedroom, she saw the naked form of the dream man on her bed. He was lying on his side, his head up, leaning on his left hand, elbow on the bed, looking at her expectantly. His right hand was languidly stroking his stiffened cock.

A surge of passion went through her. Chandra closed the door behind them and led her to the bed, helping her mount it. After freeing her mouth and lips from the gag, she loosened her bound wrists from behind her and, laying her down, fastened them to the headboard. As the dream man moved between her thighs, Chandra, lying next to her, turned Kelly's head and took possession of her lips, parting them with her tongue and then filling her mouth. When Ramón's hard cock slid into her belly, Kelly raised her knees and moaned with pleasure.

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Two weeks later, Ramón was sitting in the small conference room next to Hardings’ office. The heavyset man was looking over several technical memos Ramón had prepared which pointed out improvements to his processes and products that would greatly improve productivity and quality. Included was a proposal for an innovation that would be a certain cash cow were it manufactured. Hardings did not look happy.

"Who the fuck are you?” Hardings eventually said, looking up at him accusingly.

"You know who I am Mr. Hardings,” Ramón replied.

"You know what I mean. How'd you get your hands on my privileged files? Who gave them to you?"

"I'd rather not say, Mr. Hardings."

"Why shouldn't I just call the police right now? What is it you want?"

Ramón knew he was taking a risk in making such a direct approach to the businessman. If he called the police, well, there was no amount of explaining that would get him out of it. His cover would last all of about ten minutes, but it was a chance he had to take. The renegade had to be dealt with as soon as possible. He would be very strong now and getting stronger everyday. Every day the misery and harm he was doing was compounding. Adele had his familiar ready to make a quick getaway if his gambit to the older man failed. They would have to start again somewhere else. Ramón had the technical ability to shut down all electronic communications within a 25 mile radius. He had set that up before he came to see Hardings. It was simple, really, a modification to a powerful transmitter he had mounted on the roof. The button to initiate the powerful pulse of disabling electronic waves was right in his pocket. Even with that, he would become a fugitive and if he was caught and separated from his familiar, it was a veritable death sentence. He had some powers to influence male humans, but not enough to make a jail break.

On the other hand, Ramón had made a thorough scan of the factory owner. He was honest, moral and trustworthy. He would reveal the nature of his mission to him and hope for the best. He had sensed a deep spirituality in the man, a belief in the war between good and evil.

"I want you to help me,” Ramón answered the man.

"Help you? How?"

"There are materials I need, technical assistance. Money."

"Money? For what?"

"I don't think you would believe me if I told you, Mr. Hardings,” Ramón said. “Let's just say I've been sent here to rid your world of a great danger."

"Sent? Sent by who?"

"That's not important. What is important is that another being, someone just like me has come to your world with immense powers. Right now he's out there using those powers to destroy people's lives and building an immoral empire that could affect the destiny of the human race."

Hardings looked at him for a few moments intently. He then broke out into a laugh. “Where's the Candid Camera?” he asked. “You expect me to believe this? You don't look like a creature from another planet to me. You look like a man on the make, someone who'd invade someone else's computer files and try and scam them. I've never seen formulas like you've proposed in these documents. The equipment you describe doesn't exist. The technology to make them doesn't exist."

"Suppose I could prove to you I have powers beyond your comprehension, Mr. Hardings? Would you believe me then?"

"What are you going to do, levitate the building or something?” Hardings threw back at him sarcastically.

"Given the right equipment and some time, I could do that if you wanted, but I don't think you would want your building floating around in the air. People would notice. No, I mean a simpler, more immediate demonstration. I can control the minds of human females. Make them succumb to my will, do anything I ask, things they wouldn't do in a hundred years for love or money."

"That'd be a good trick,” Hardings responded. “But what would that prove?"

"It would prove I'm not a normal human being, for starters. And it will give you an idea of what I could do if I wanted, something that the being I'm pursuing probably does every day."

"Okay, okay,” Hardings answered him. “How are you going to do this?"

"Call in any one of your female employees. Bring her here and I'll have her declare her undying love for you, strip for you, offer herself to you."

"And suppose I don't want a love slave, Mr. Spaceman? And suppose I don't want a lawsuit for sexual harassment?"

"I'll go slow. You can stop me at any time. And when it's over, I'll make her forget the whole thing."

Ramón could sense the man mulling things over in his mind. He gave him a mental nudge to accept the challenge.

"Okay, okay,” the man said finally. “I must be crazy to even consider something like this. I'm not a teenager or one of those space nuts. And I don't believe in Santa Claus. But there's something about you that makes me want to make sure I'm wrong. The second I think you've gotten out of line I'm going to throw you out of my office and call the cops."

Hardings punched the intercom. A familiar voice answered.

"Yes, Mr. Hardings?"

"Hannah, call Lucy Douglas in here for a moment. I want to talk to her."

"Right away, Mr. Hardings,” Hannah answered.

Ramón had not given the enthralled black woman any hint of the reason for his meeting with Hardings. He didn't want her to get all nervous about it. At their last meeting, she had delivered the blueprints to him and stayed in the motel with him while Adele went out and had them copied. Before she left, he had suppressed her memories of what she had done for him. She was now a dormant tool, ready to be reactivated when the need arose.

The men waited about ten minutes before the young woman Hardings had summoned appeared at the door to the conference room. Hardings had taken the time to again go through a couple of Ramón's memos. His face recorded his interest and amazement at the proposals, despite his huge misgivings.

The woman who entered was the young file clerk who had escorted Ramón in to see Hardings the first day. She was pretty, about 22 years old, with dark brown, hair that ended in a little flip. She was wearing a short skirt and a stylish, short sleeved blouse. She had fine, graceful hips and a sweet smile, although she looked a little nervous. Being called in to see the boss was not always a good thing. “You wanted to see me, Mr. Hardings?” Lucy said demurely.

"Close the door, Lucy,” Hardings told her. The girl took a deep swallow and complied with Hardings’ request.

"This is Mr. Vasquez, Lucy. He wants to ask you a question. And if it's not the right question, I'm going to throw him out on his ass."

"Yes, Mr. Hardings,” Lucy replied, somewhat puzzled. She turned to look at the dark and handsome man she had met the other day. He was cute, she thought. He was looking back at her kind of funny. And then, she realized something she had apparently been hiding from herself for a long, long time. She looked back at Mr. Hardings. She had always thought of him as nice, but now she realized he was much more than that. He was powerful and wise and kind. But most of all, he was very, very sexy.

Hardings had noticed the change in the young woman's face. He hadn't seen a look like that for many years. About 40 years to be exact. He noticed the pretty young women who worked for him and on the streets, in stores and everywhere else. He was a man after all, and couldn't help looking, even though he usually felt uncomfortable when he found himself staring and broke off his gaze as soon as he could. But the young women he looked at never, never looked back. He wasn't even on their radar screen. He was old and overweight and dressed like a hick. Hell, he was a hick! But he remembered the look all right. He had been young once, and a bit of a hellraiser. Until he met Emily, his wife. That had been the end of his roaming for 35 years.

The look the girl was giving him was one he knew well. It was unmistakable. Her eyes had softened and her lips had parted. She was standing just a little bit straighter and had taken one of her hands from behind her back and was fiddling with the top button of her blouse.

Ramón spoke to her, his voice low, slightly accented, “It's all right, Lucy. Why don't you tell Mr. Hardings what you want to say to him."

The pretty, young woman looked back at Ramón as if to confirm his permission. He had sent her a surge of passion and encouragement. She looked back at her boss.

"I, I...” she stuttered. She was having difficulty finding the words. After all, what if she said the wrong thing and Mr. Hardings rejected her? What would she do then?

"Do you think I'm pretty, Mr. Hardings?” Lucy finally got out.

Hardings was taken aback by the interrogatory. “Y-yes, Lucy,” he answered her.

"I think you're handsome, Mr. Hardings,” she continued. “I mean, like, you're really cool and everything."

"Thank you, Lucy,” Hardings said back. He did what every man in his situation would do, he sucked in his gut a little bit and tried to sit straighter. He stole a glance at the “spaceman” as he had called him. “What is going on?” he thought.

Lucy took a step closer to him. She had unbuttoned the top button of her blouse. “I'd like to get to know you a lot better, Mr. Hardings,” she said, her voice a little over a whisper. “If that's okay with you."

"Well, I don't know, Lucy,” Hardings stammered out. “You work for me and..."

"I'd be really good to you, Mr. Hardings,” Lucy continued, somewhat desperately. She had unbuttoned a few more buttons of her blouse and her lacy bra was showing. Her face was flushed.

Hardings looked over at Ramón. “Okay, you've proved your point. Make her stop."

A look of intense disappointment came over Lucy's face. Tears formed in her eyes. “Don't you like me, Mr. Hardings?” she asked.

Ramón called her over to him and took her hand. “Listen, Lucy,” he said aloud so Hardings could hear him give her instructions, “Mr. Hardings likes you very much. You like him too. He's like an uncle to you, a kind, friendly uncle. You like to make him happy, but he doesn't appeal to you sexually. You will forget about what happened here. Mr. Hardings wanted to let you know he was happy with your work. Okay?"

A wide smile came over Lucy's face. “Okay,” she said happily. She turned to Hardings. “Thank you Mr. Hardings. I like working for you a lot. Is there anything else you need me for?"

"N-no, Lucy,” Hardings replied, trying to compose himself. “But your blouse has become unbuttoned. Why don't you fix it before you go back to your desk?"

Lucy looked down at her unbuttoned blouse and covered it up quickly, laughing, her face turning a little red. “I'm sorry, Mr. Hardings. I don't know how that happened.” She turned away from him and quickly buttoned up.

"Don't worry about that Lucy,” Ramón told her. “Go back to work now."

Lucy made a gesture of compliance and made to walk out of the room. “Do you want the door open or closed, Mr. Hardings?” she asked.

"Definitely closed,” Hardings replied.

When the door was shut, Hardings looked intently at the strange man who sat opposite him. “I'll be damned,” he said.

There was a long silence in the small, but comfortable room. Like Hardings himself, it was simple, straightforwardly decorated. On the wall were various plaques and awards he and his company had won, several pictures of the company softball team kneeling and standing behind trophies, a picture of Hardings and his deceased wife at some formal function shaking the hands of the Governor, a large picture of the building taken years ago, sometime in the spring. A lone wolf like Hardings didn't have much need of a fancy conference room. He had no board of directors, no stockholders but himself. He met here with his engineers and supervisors, customers, on occasion, and once a quarter with his accountant.

Hardings finally spoke again. “What does Dr. Jameson think about all of this?"

"You'll have to leave Dr. Jameson to me,” Ramón responded.

"Did you hypnotize her too? Is she your love slave now?” Hardings was a man who could put two and two together pretty quickly. It was natural for him to get to the bottom of things and he always put people first. He liked Dr. Jameson and wouldn't want anything bad to happen to her.

"I mean no harm to Dr. Jameson. Or to anyone else. Let's just say she and her staff are committed to me and my purposes."

"So your answer is, ‘Yes, she's my sex slave but that's none of my business.’ Is that right?"

"I can't answer that in any way that will be acceptable to you. Dr. Jameson is essential to my existence here. She performs a ‘function', if you want to call it that, that allows me to stay here and pursue my mission."