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Layover

Chapter 14

                                                     CHAPTER FOURTEEN



	Espering readjusted the pillows, useless, decorative things, and leaned
back again.  The woman bouncing gently on him smiled and squeezed his shaft with
her inner muscles.  If he had to guess from her face she looked about thirty,
with a narrow waist and shapely hips, and one of the prettiest vaginas he'd seen
in a long time.  He'd fingered her for a while before she'd climbed on, and her
folds were textbook beautiful.  Below her eyelashes her body was hairless, her
skin a creamy white, which he really liked.  On Monsipur pale skin was rare
enough to be exotic.  Her hair was sandy blonde, and her generous breasts were
some of the softest he'd ever felt as they nudged his chest on each downstroke. 
Faint blue veins were visible on their slopes.

	She put her hands on his shoulders and leaned close as she moved
sensously up and down, up and down.  Her face was inches from his, and he could
see gold flecks in her irises.  Her hair smelled of peaches.

	The young woman was nicely wet, not too tight and not too loose. 
Although she'd been a little bit snug when she'd first pushed down on his big
organ, her insides had relaxed to a perfect warm clench.  Every once in a while,
as she came to rest on his lap, he could feel her cervix nudge the head of his
cock.  It felt like a nose bumping his organ and reminded him fondly of when he
and Lucia were first married.  Skinny as a rail and tight as a pipe, he'd banged
her rubbery little womb with each stroke, but instead of hurting her Lucia had
liked it.  After she'd given birth to Sylphie her internal geometry had changed
and her cervix had moved up out of the way, but he remembered the feeling. 
Krikes, for her PCA she'd had everything removed.  For some reason they'd never
had a second child, and were too old now, so even though the PCA required the
removal of her uterus (ovaries as well, following the medicos recommendation),
he'd never thought to raise an objection.

	His sex partner was beginning to breathe a little heavier from her
exertions.  She was squeezing him inside her on each lift of her hips, and
pulled his head down to her breasts.  Her areola were a light pink, and puffy,
several inches across, her nipples but darker pink nubs in the center.  Espering
sucked on one while thumbing the other.  They were warm, and at first soft as
silk, but quickly firmed into little rubbery points.  He sucked harder, and
reached around to cup her bouncing buttocks.

	He didn't know how long his deskcomm had been beeping before he heard
it.  They'd had a good rhythm going, his breath loud in his ears as he licked
and sucked hard at her nipples, but then gradually he'd become aware of the
insistent noise.

	He leaned back against the pillows with a curse and looked over to see
who was calling.  "Answer," he grumbled.  The woman continued to pump herself up
and down on his cock, breasts bouncing.  Van derMeer's face appeared on the
small vidscreen.  From the background Garvin could tell his chief was at the
command center.  On his end Van derMeer could see most of his employer's
bedroom, including the woman bouncing enthusiastically on his employer, but his
expression remained blank.  Espering didn't say anything, he just raised an
eyebrow at his security chief.

	"Sorry to interrupt, but I think we have a problem," Van derMeer said. 
It was really hard to keep his focus on Garvin with those big breasts bouncing
all over the screen.

	"What kind of problem?"  Espering found he was bouncing on the bed due
to the exuberance of his partner.  He put a hand on her warm thigh.  "Slow
down."  He realized he'd never asked her her name.  Not that it really mattered,
of course, but the oversight wasn't like him.

	The woman changed to a more sensuous, grinding hip thrust and raised her
arms above her head.  The effect it had on her breasts was quite spectacular.

	"Jesus," Van derMeer said under his breath, hoping the microphone hadn't
picked it up.  "We had a security breach at the Torbor building today.  An
unauthorized person went wandering throught he staff living quarters."

	"And you're bringing this to my attention because . . . ?"  Espering
owned nearly a hundred buildings in Garshak alone, his chief wouldn't bother him
about one small security breach.

	Van derMeer's eyes darted to the womabn.  "He . . . he saw one of the
twenty-seven," he told Espering, guarding his words.  "It could have been a
coincidence, but I know you've been about them.  The public announcement is
cheduled for three weeks after LandFall, which is still time enough-"

	"I'll be right down," Espering told him.  "Get off," he told the woman,
grabbing her waist and hoisting her off him roughly.  She bounced on the
mattress, and watched Espering grab a tongie and belt it loosely around his
body.  The fabric stuck to his slick organ and darkened unnoticed.

	"Stay right there," he told her.  She was kneeling on the bed, knees
wide apart, brushing the hair back from her forehead.  "Don't move."

	

	"Okay, what do you know?"  He was leaning against a chair in the command
center, arms crossed.  Two of his people were monitoring things from their
chairs while he and Van derMeer huddled in a corner.

	"The first notice we had that something was wrong was a call from two of
the Torbor building guards.  They were off duty, having some fun with the . . .
well, several of the twenty-seven live on that floor.  It's easier for the men
to keep a close eye on them that way.  They were with one, and she told them
that they'd left the door to the apartment open and someone walking by had seen
her.  Of course, she mentioned this only an hour later, after she and the two
guards had had their fun."

	"Let me guess.  She was nude?"

	"You've got it.  Looks about ten months pregnant, and all the rest.  She
told them she didn't recognize him, didn't think he was a guard.  They decide to
check on it, rewind the sensor grid records, and son of a bitch if he wasn't a
civilian that wandered up there.  An offworlder."

	"Who?"  It had always surprised Espering how not only were hugely
pregnant women physically able to have sexual intercourse, but often they were
more bubbly, too.  When Lucia had been big with Sylphie he'd been afraid to
penetrater her, scared he might injure their child or perhaps induce premature
labor.  Every medico he'd talked to had assured him that as long as there wasn't
any real rough play the baby would be fine, but he couldn't be convinced.  Of
course, Lucia, ex-lackey that she was, had been as bubbly as ever, and demanded
servicing constantly.  She'd never been a big fan of anal play before then, but
after two months of nothing but, she became a convert.

	Van derMeer puched up the Tourism Bureau records on their uninvited
guest.  "A spacer?" Espering wondered aloud.  "Been here less than two days. 
Has he been on-planet before?"

	"No record of it."

	"Small ship. You think this could be a cover?  How'd he get onto a
secure floor?"

	"We backtracked him on the sensors.  He was wearing his TB wristband
still, so if he is a spy, corporate or otherwise, he's a dumb one.  Everyone
knows they're trackable.  Got off the magrail on the mezzanine, headed down to
the Dairy where he went in.  Stayed about thirty-five minutes."

	"The diary?  That's a secure area too.  He must have been with a lackey. 
Check with those guards, see if they've got a record of him entering."

	"Already done."  He punched up Gilly's record on a second monitor.  It
was accompanied by a year-old full-body nude picture of her, courtesy of the
Monsipur Lactation Commission.  Espering peered at her statistics.

	"Impressive.  She's a real cow.  You see how young she is, and look at
those totals.  I wonder what her HSF is."

	"Once he left the Dairy he took a secure lift up to the thirtieth floor,
where he saw the . . .  woman."

	"Did he redwire the elevator car?"

	"I don't know.  It was out of service at the time, I've got people
looking at it now to see if it was tampered with.  From there he took the stairs
down four floors-"

	"Aren't those locked too?"

	"They're supposed to be.  We think the one on 30 was propped open and
the alarm disconnected.  29 is living quarters too, and the guards go back and
forth a lot.

	"On 26, which is commercial office space, he entered the public toilet,
spent two minutes there, then took the elevator down to mezzanine level, where
he boarded the magrail."

	"What'd he do in the toilet?"

	"Use a piss hole."  All the public areas in buildings Espering owned
were covered by security cams, even the toilets.

	"Anybody else in there?"

	"One woman, but she never left the stall.  I don't even think he knew
she was there.  He didn't pass anything off, if that's what you're wondering,
but he had plenty of opportunities on the mezzanine, or after he left the
building."

	"You know more about the latest gadgets," Espering said.  "Could he have
had a camera, or bio-sensors, airborne cell samplers, something?"

	"Anything's possible, I suppose," Van derMeer mused.  "Cameras or
sensors or even a cell-sniffer could be concealed in clothing, but only the
sniffer would cause us problems.  But even if they did capture some of her
cells, it would take them months to replicate the DNA sequencing, months to
unzip a volunteer's helix, and then they'd have to wait to see if she's fertile. 
You knew if was a race against the clock," he told his employer.  "Our spies at
PlannedWeb say they've already unzipped fifty volunteers and are just waiting
for the physiological changeover to complete.  The point was to get there first,
so FFA (a newly-formed GUP Inc. subsidiary) would get the patents and name
recognition.  Even if we lose the patents later."  He shook his head.  "This is
all theory," he said.  "Maybe he just got lost and the lift malfunctioned.  Only
one way to know for sure."  He punched up a 3D map of Garshak and zoomed in on a
glowing red dot, halfway up a large apartment building.

	"He's at the lackey's residence," Van derMeer said.  "Went straight
there on the magrail, hasn't left since.  The lackey's actually back at the
dairy now, according to the computer.  She checked in a few minutes ago for her
last milking of the day."

	Espering nodded, pleased.  "That's why I pay you so much, Charles," he
said, clapping him on the shoulder.  "You're so damn good.  Keep him under
surveillance, but better wait until tonight when he's asleep to grab him. 
Notify me when he's awake."

	The house was still buzzing with people, even though it was late.  Most
of the activity seemed to center around finalizing preparations for the LandFall
celebration and their party afterwards.  His wife and daughter had gone out
earlier to a charity ball, but they'd apparently returned as his wife's bedroom
door was now open.  He forgot which charity it'd been, something to do with
poverty, which was a joke.  Monsipur's unemployment rate hovered at 2%, and had
for decades.  The only people who couldn't find jobs were the mental defectives. 
Poor meant not being able to afford a synthetic. 

	Lucia sat on the charity's board with several of her friends.  She sat
on more than a dozen boards, actually, as did most of the other Council member's
wives, but the wife of the Chokbat was considered a prize catch.

	He walked halfway across the big rec room until he could peer through
the half open doorway.  Past her big dressing room he saw a tangle of writhing
flesh, half on and half off her gigantic bed, at least six people and two Danes. 
They were making quite a bit of noise.  He was too far away to identify anybody
from the body parts he could see.

	Espering walked back to his bedroom and pushed the door open.  The
female was right where he'd left her on the bed, on her knees, not having moved
a millimeter since he'd left the room.  He undid his robe and let it fall to the
floor, and climbed onto the bed.  When he reached between her legs he was
pleasantly surprised to find her still wet, like he'd only been gone a minute. 
She smiled at him.

	"Charles couldn't keep his eyes off you," Espering told her.  "Did NMS
send us a variety of bodystyles, or are there some new Q's that look similar to
you?"

	"There was a redhead with my same face and body," the synthetic told
him, smiling, spreading her thighs even wider for his fingers.  "And a brunette,
with a different face and a much more voluptuous body, but on the same skeletal
chassis."

	"Excellent.  Do you have the same sexual personality files as the
P-series?"

	"The entire P-series library, plus eighteen new files, which I can
detail for you if you'd like."

	"Later."  He laid back on the pile of pillows and laced his fingers
together behind his head. "Let's go with Randy-Ass Bitch," he told her.  "That's
always been one of my favorites.  I'm interested to see if the rest of you feels
as authentic as your furt."

	"I've been wanting you dirty cock in my ass all night, you bastard," the
synthetic said, seamlessly switching personas.  "I want you to fuck my ass raw. 
I'm not leaving here until I've got come leaking out of every hole I have and
you can't get it up anymore."

	"There's my girl," Espering said with a delighted grin.



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