The Meeting Point (13 page)

“Sorry.” Mae had the good grace to look embarrassed. “Angelo, you must be so hungry, you too, Deborah.”

Marcus dished out the food, making sure Angelo got the lion's share.

“Did you sleep at all?” he asked no one in particular, but they all nodded back, each looking pale and tired.

When every crumb of food was gone, Angelo spoke. “I've been thinking.” All attention was focused on him, and he continued, “I think the best option is that we somehow disable the electricity supply to the perimeter wire.”

“I know it's on an independent circuit, as it's still active during the rolling blackouts,” Marcus said.

“How do you know that?” asked Mae.

“One of the guards let it slip.” Marcus fingered the electrodes absently as he went on. “I know where the generators are for the main building, but not for the perimeter. We'll either have to go looking for it or think of something else.”

“Can't we just cut the wire?” Mae was animated now and Angelo admired her verve.

“It would set off an alarm.”

“So?” Mae was up on her knees on the mattress with her face lit up from within. “We could just make a run for it.” She looked to the others. “We've done it before, we can do it again.”

Angelo looked down at his hands, feeling utterly useless. Wasn't it he who was meant to be the hero? It was no good if nobody knew where the power source of the perimeter was. To be searching blindly around this huge place was not only futile but foolish. The only option he could see was Mae's. They would just have to hope that they had enough time to clear a bit of ground before anyone came looking. It was impossible.

“It's impossible,” said Marcus, vocalizing Angelo's fears. “We won't have enough time to get away.”

“Yes, we will!” Mae was practically bouncing up and down in excitement. “I've got a brilliant idea.”

Angelo wanted to roll his eyes, but he had to admit that she had delivered on all her other half-baked escape plans.

“We've still got one of those bracelets, right?” Mae asked.

Deborah reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out the left over beaded band. Lena had explained to Angelo earlier how Katja, the woman who'd let him in through the staff entrance, had given them this access-all-areas band, a vital tool in their plans. He was even more grateful to her.

“Good.” Mae slipped it on. “Now, here's what we'll do…”

 

 

Mae twisted the bracelet around on her wrist and ordered another drink.
Fuck, fuck, fuck
.
Why did she always have to open her big mouth? Someone else might have come up with a better idea. Why did she never give anyone else a fucking chance?
Fuck!
She downed the fizzy liquor in one gulp and asked for another.

“Take it easy with these.” The bartender smiled as she poured the last of the bottle into the cup. Mae liked how the twinkle in the woman's eye completely betrayed the words she was speaking.

“You don't mean that.” Picking a straw from the bar, she placed it seductively into the bubbles and sucked. “I saw you the other night, watching as I finger-fucked my girlfriend right here in this bar.”

The bartender smiled again and pulled her lip a little into her mouth with her teeth. In that moment, it was the single most seductive thing Mae had ever seen, and combined with the memory of Lena's hot little pussy gushing all over her hands, she was horny. At least it was taking the edge off her anxiety about her ‘mission'.

“Do you want to kiss me?” the bartender asked, and Mae choked on her drink.

“What?” she spluttered, so used to being the one doing the seducing, she couldn't quite believe she had been beaten to it.

“I'll suck your tits for you if you like.” The bartender smiled wickedly. “It's allowed, you know, one of the ‘perks', you might say.”

Mae was genuinely shocked and giggled down another sip of her drink. It was strange, but in that one exchange, she suddenly felt grown up. The woman on the other side of the bar couldn't have been more than a couple of years younger than Mae, but somehow, Mae felt worldly. She felt capable of resisting. Maybe that's what it was.

“I'm flattered,” she said, making eye contact with the smiling seductress, “but I think I will have to say no this time.”

“That's a shame.” The bartender winked and went about busying herself with her barkeeping, and Mae sank into the stool, proud of herself.

She glanced at the time. Still another couple of hours before ‘the plan' was to be carried out.
Fuck!
Her mind did a complete U-turn on the possibility of the naughty barmaid taking the edge off her tension and she was about to beckon her over. But the bartender was at the other end of the room, collecting glasses and flirting with other pheromone-drunk clients. Lucky escape, probably. Maybe.

She thought about the others and how tense they must be waiting for her. They might already be in place, legs and backs stiff from being too eager to get into their hiding places.

Lena and Deborah would be leaving together about an hour before the big break out, to make a start and find a short stay meeting point. Mae hoped that Marcus's woman would follow that instruction. It would be better for her to already be far away if anything did go wrong. Then Mae would walk out the front door and sneak around to where Marcus and Angelo would be waiting to cut the wire.

Mae sighed when she saw only another five very long minutes had dragged by. She couldn't stand it. Patience had never been one of her strong points, and she let her eyes roam to the oxytocin mask just an arm's reach away.

* * * *

“I think we should go.” Lena paced the floor. “Don't you? Maybe that clock's wrong.” She was wringing her hands. “What do you think, Angelo? What if it's not telling the right time? What if—”

“Shh, come on now. You're panicking.” Angelo took her in his arms and pulled her close.

“No. I'm not panicking.” Lena broke free and started pacing again. “I'm doubting. I'm not sure Deborah and I should go ahead. What if you don't find us? What if it goes wrong?”

“I agree.” Deborah sprung off the bed where she'd been snuggling with her lover. “I think we should just stick together. I wouldn't want to live anyway if Marcus wasn't with me. It's been eight long years and I'm not losing him again.”

Lena looked around carefully as they all considered. It had been Mae who'd blasted the plan into existence and if she was honest, people usually agreed to whatever Mae said without fully exploring what was being suggested.

“You're right.” Angelo smiled. “One for all, and all that.”

It was only Marcus who remained still and silent on the bed.

“What's wrong, love?” asked Deborah tenderly.

“You're all putting yourself in harm's way for me. It's not right. I can't take the guilt of it.” He broke down. “I ruin everything I touch. I even broke your bloody butterfly.”

Angelo shrugged. “Listen, Lena asked me to help you. I'm going to help you and we are going to get through this.”

Lena suddenly realized the enormity of what she had asked of her two lovers. How could she have been so irresponsible? Anger directed at herself made her knees wobbly and she sat on the side of the bed.

“Look. It's just nerves. Let's stop all this.” Deborah took the lead. “If anything goes wrong, Anglo, Lena, and Mae—you just run. Run like you've never run before, and we'll take the rap. We'll not breathe a word of your existence. You can trust us on that. But I'm sorry, we do need your help, and we are humbled that you are willing.”

A sob rose in Lena's throat. This could be the last time that Deborah and Marcus had together. She pulled Angelo to the door and cleared her throat.

“We've all got clear directions of where the cutting point is, so why don't Angelo and I go ahead?”

Panic streaked across Deborah's face and it dawned on Lena what the woman must be thinking.

“No, you've got me wrong,” Lena said quickly. “We will be there, waiting, we won't break our promise. But if… Well, maybe you two deserve a little time alone?”

Deborah's shoulders dropped in what looked to Lena like relief and she smiled.

“I promise.” Lena hoped she sounded reassuring. “We will be there. You can trust us.”

Marcus looked sad, but nodded his head gratefully as Angelo and Lena gathered their bundle of things stacked neatly at the door.

“One hour,” whispered Lena as her hand turned the knob.

* * * *

The cutting point, as they'd all named it, was fairly close to the staff entrance where Angelo had hidden in wait before. He grimaced at the familiar smell of trash and chicken shit.

“So we have an hour?” he said, pulling his lover close.

“Ugh, Angelo, this place stinks! You're not thinking of coming on to me here, are you?”

“Of course not,” he said, and quickly hoisted her over his shoulder.

It was dark, but his keen eyes adjusted quickly to the gloom as he picked his way past the coop toward a bushy area beyond. He was torn between terror and sheer euphoria, and he could tell by her breathing that Lena was feeling the same. Lovers on the run again.

He dropped her to the ground a little less gracefully than he intended and a tiny stifled yelp made them both freeze.

“Sorry,” he whispered, feeling down to her face to see if she was okay.

“I'm fine. I just got a fright, that's all.”

He crouched down on his heels and started to kiss her. All the heightened pressure was making him ache for release. Everything was so tense, and as their lips met, static leaped between them, causing another tiny yelp.

“Shh.” The noise hissed through his teeth into hers and the intensity made him giggle a little into her mouth. By the shaking, he could feel she was experiencing the same nervous tension. He slumped into her, still shaking, with humor trembling through their bodies.

“Angelo,” Lena started, but the noise was muffled with his lips clamped to hers. She pulled back a little and tried again. “Angelo, I'm going to pee myself, stop.” He smiled at her admission and in a flash of devilment, tickled her ribs, making her squirm and squeal. Her sharp, clawing little fingernails dug into his arms with ferocity. “Stop!”

“I can't,” he whispered, pressing his lips into her neck. “It gets me hard to know you're completely at my mercy.”

She twisted in his grasp, but the scratching had stopped. Her body relaxed as his tickling slowed and became more of a sensual stroking to her sides and chest. He wanted her. It was overwhelming. The unease and tension had his arousal ramped up higher than he'd ever felt.

He was rock hard as he pulled her to him, and by the way she was now nudging her kisses into his neck, he could tell she was horny too.

He reached up under her skirts and cupped her heaving mound in his palm. She began to twist her hips and hump his hand while she reached in and pulled out his cock. He was so lost in his yearning that when she wrapped her fingers around him and stroked him hard and fast, he started sputtering and twitching almost instantly and came over her in a long stream of milky fluid.

“Oh God,” he whispered, shocked by what had just happened. “I'm so sorry. I was just…” He pulled himself free as she slowly climbed off his hand.

“Shh,” Lena whispered almost silently. “It's the tension. It's too much. It's probably for the best it was so quick.” She leaned her head on his shoulder, and he could tell she was smiling.

“Yes, it's the tension,” he agreed, thankful he had an excuse.

* * * *

Deborah paced the floor, wringing her hands, as Marcus stared.

“I can think of better things we could be doing with our possible last minutes together.”

“Don't say that,” Deborah snapped. It was true, they could be making love right now. But something inside her felt that to do it would mean admitting they might be facing defeat, and she would not let that be so.

“Let me make you come.” He eased himself up from his pillows and shuffled off the bed toward her. “It will make you feel better. It will.”

“We don't have time, Marcus!” Deborah's nerve endings were bristling with the tension of waiting.

“We've got plenty of time for loving.”

Deborah turned quickly and stared at him. “Marcus. You are not capable of anything near a ‘quickie'. I'm telling you, we do not have time.”

The moon inched slowly across the skylight, and Marcus reached for his lover. “Please, Deborah, I need to feel you.”

* * * *

Fuck! They're fucking late!
Mae stomped along the gravelly road, tripping in her ill-fitting heels. They were supposed to be waiting for her. She stumbled about a little more in the complete darkness, her eyes not yet adjusted to the gloom.
Shit.
Maybe she'd come out the wrong way. It wouldn't have been surprising after the amount of oxytocin and pussy she'd just been inhaling. It had been too tempting. She'd grabbed the mask and sucked the pheromones to the base of her lungs then tottered to a viewing gallery. She'd never known it could be so sexy to watch people fucking. She'd always been a participant before, but as she had stared in a lust-drunk stupor at the couple below, she thought she might die with want. She'd had the good grace to glimpse around at the other voyeurs and was comforted to see a row of disheveled women with their hands in their pants, fingering themselves into oblivion.

She'd reasoned it would be best for all involved if she played her part convincingly and placed her palm high on the glass while her other hand delved deep into her soaking cunt. The vision of the man's ass dimple as he fucked was mesmerizing, and Mae wished it was her down there being ravished.

“I thought you were being a good girl tonight.”

The voice had shocked her, but she quickly relaxed when the long fingers of the bartender reached into her blouse and cupped her breasts, fondling and tweaking as she kept her fingers jammed into herself. The bartender's bony mound pressed into her ass and Mae let herself fall into the glass, enjoying the pressure mounting in her pussy.

Mae came hard and suddenly against the window. She twisted around to face the woman then slid to the ground before her. Her pussy smelled ripe and wet, and Mae worked quickly, yanking open her trousers and delving her face inside the musky folds. Lovely. She lapped the stranger's cunt as fingers curled into her hair, pulling her onto the straining bud. It didn't take long. She hadn't even had to slide a finger inside. The woman had obviously been on the brink for hours. What a job to have. A constant state of greedy arousal.

The bartender righted herself hurriedly and helped Mae to standing.

“My break's over,” she had said, kissing Mae lightly as she darted off.

Mae stumbled again on the gravel as she touched her lips where the bartender had kissed her. It had been perfect. Hiding in plain sight, that's what that had been. Mae smiled at her own cleverness then cursed as a sharp pain radiated through her ankle.

Those fuckers aren't even here!
She wailed inwardly, feeling sorry for herself as she limped along. Her head began to ache too. That oxytocin sure had a fast comedown. She rubbed her temples and leaned her hand against a rough wall to take the weight off her foot.

“Pssst!”

Mae jumped at the noise and tripped, falling onto the gravelly road. “Fuck!” At least her injuries would look genuine she reasoned as she got back to her feet and raked around in the bushes for her rendezvous. “Where are you?” she hissed quietly and was shocked when a female answered.

“Here, hurry up. We've been waiting for ages!”

“Deborah? Aren't you supposed to be gone already?”

“Never mind, come on.” The tiny woman pulled Mae with surprising strength to her small group of companions.

Her sight was fully adjusted now and she could see the worry glinting in every pair of eyes.

“We can do this,” she said, trying to disguise a tremor with a small cough. “Ready?”

Angelo took an ax and Marcus nodded. The fine electrical thread flashed in the soft glow of moonlight.

“Ready,” the men said in unison, and Angelo raised the axe.

“Wait!” Mae stared in horror at the metal blade. “It's a bare fucking wire. Won't you get electrocuted?”