Black Mirror

Black Mirror Part 2

Momentum

Julian drummed her fingers on the desk not really looking at anything.  The report was still open in front of her.  She had read it.  Seen the pictures. This was a problem she was going to have to address.  There were very powerful people who would be highly agitated by this turn of events, and someone was going to have to answer for it.  On the wall across from her desk there was a large painting of five circles arranged in a sort of pentagram pattern.  She felt like it was judging her. Her assistant buzzed the office and announced that her guest had arrived.  She told her to show him in.

The man who entered was young.  Had a sort of boyish look about him that suggested he was younger than he actually was.  Short black hair, his facial features betrayed his slight Asian ancestry. He was dressed in a suit and tie and carried himself with a professional grace.  Now he was looking at her for answers.

Julian nodded toward the report on her desk.

“I trust you have seen this.”

“Yes.  It would be hard not to.  Everyone is talking about it this morning.”

“Let them talk. I am not interested in gossip right now, just results.”

“So I assume the rumors are true?”  His feign ignorance was charming.

“Complete loss of the Firefly club.  Over thirty people in attendance, all dead.  Not to mention the total loss of staff and security.”  She rose and walked to the mini bar and poured herself a glass of whisky.

“Anything to go on?”

“No witnesses, no evidence.” She took a drink and gave herself a moment as the liquid burned its way down her throat.  “We had to pay extra to keep it out of the papers since one of the cops that showed up killed himself later that night.”

“I guess not everyone is cut out to deal with mass murder.”  His face was passive, but there was the hint of a smile in his voice.

“Guess not.” She offered him a drink, but it was declined.  “We do have one lead though, but it isn’t a very good one.”

“Do tell.”

“There were three girls on display that night.  Only two of them are accounted for.”

“So there was no body?”

“Nothing.”

“I suppose it would be too much to ask that your people bothered to find out who she was before they strung her up.”

“Yeah, we have her first pets name and her social security number on file.” She took another drink.  “You’ve been with the hunting crews.  It’s all about opportunity, no need to find out who these girls are or where they come from.  Enough girls go missing everyday that no one notices an extra one here and there.”

“I suppose you want me to try and find her.”

“We know that they got her in Atlantic City somewhere.  She most likely isn’t even alive anymore, but she is the only lead we have at this point.”

“What are you going to do in the mean time?”

“We can have the clubs use livestock till we get this sorted out.  What happened at Firefly has got our guests very nervous.”

“The farm raised ones never put on as good of a show.”

“I’ll deal with booking, John.  You just get to Atlantic City and try to find this girl. Or what’s left of her.”

*****

Keith sat at his computer, but had no real interest at anything on the screen.  It was all just more of the same.  Porn, people talking about porn, and more porn.  With all that porn, he considered masturbation, but just didn’t have the heart for it.  That summed up his attitude for a lot of things.  The room was dark, save for the lights from the street that came in through the window.  He had no one to talk to and no place to be.  Somewhere a police car turned on its siren.  The sound was low and lonely. It fit the mood perfectly.

It was boredom more than anything that motivated Keith to get up and put on his overcoat.  He justified it by thinking he was going to get some fresh air.  The term “fresh air” was inaccurate in the city, but he wanted to get something.  Just wasn’t sure what that was yet.  On the sidewalk in front of the building he stepped over a bum that had passed out, or died.  Just another night.  Keith was young, fit, relatively attractive, but a number of circumstances had always prevented him from really connecting with other people.  He had a pretty good job, but lived in the shit part of town, had no car, and dressed like a vagrant.  His problem was always that nothing really mattered to him.

The side streets and alleys he walked were most likely not safe.  But he didn’t feel like he was in danger.  Not that it would batter if he was.  In front of an adult bookstore he saw a group of girls huddled together talking.  They looked like college girls.  He had seen a lot of their kind in this part of town.  They came here when they wanted to be a little bit naughty without the risk of someone they knew seeing them.  He stopped to smoke a cigarette, here was as good of a spot as any.  So he leaned against the wall and rummaged from his lighter.  One of the girls came up to him and asked if she could bum a cigarette.  She was cute, blond, could have been a cheerleader or something.  He obliged her.

“Do I owe you anything?” she asked with sort of a mischievous smile.

“Not really.” He replied.

“Guess you’re into dudes the?” She seemed insulted that he hadn’t been more interested.

“Yeah, that’s totally it.”

She returned to her friends and he watched them walk away.  He didn’t notice the other girl who was standing behind him.

“Not into girls gone wild?” she asked.  Keith jumped from surprise at her sudden appearance. She was about an inch or so taller than him, thin and attractive with brown hair that came down just to her jaw.

“No, I guess not.” He said, trying to regain his composure.

“Good. Come on, I’ll walk you home.” She said.

“What makes you think I want to go home?” he asked.

“Because you don’t want to be here.”  With that, she turned and started walking.  He really couldn’t argue with her logic, so he followed her.  As he fell in step behind her, he considered for a moment that she seemed to know exactly where he lived, but that didn’t seem to matter to him.  Most things didn’t matter to him, but it seemed like this one should.

“What do you do Keith?”

“I work in an office.”

“Do you do anything in this office?”

“Actually not much. I just fill a chair.”

“But you don’t like it that much?”

“It’s a job.  All things considered, I’m lucky to have one.”

“There are many people who don’t, that is true.  But wouldn’t you rather do something that made you happy?”

“I’ve never really put much thought into that.”

“Maybe you should.”

“Yeah, maybe” It occurred to him that he didn’t even know this girl’s name yet, but she seemed very familiar with him.

“What do you do?” he asked, trying to get control of the conversation.

“I have rich parents.”  Her answer was very matter-of-factly.  She wasn’t trying to impress him, just giving him information.

By this time they were back at his building.  The bum was gone so he was presumably still alive somewhere.  Keith led the girl up to his room.  He still wasn’t quite sure what they were going to do when they got there.

She smiled little as he held the door for her.  He was a little self conscious about the state of the place.  He hadn’t been expecting guests after all.  There were a couple of beer bottles sitting around, a few papers from work, and a rain coat on the floor next to a pizza box.  The place wasn’t a dump but it was clear that it didn’t get much attention.

“Nice place.” She said, as she slipped her jacket off.

“Um, yeah I guess.” He was wondering if he could straighten the place up a little bit without her noticing.  Hopefully she would have to use the bathroom or something.

“It is.” She took him by the hand and led him to a chair in the space that made up his living room and gently pushed him into it.

“Um, what do you want to do?” he asked.

“It’s a little late for that now.” As she spoke she opened the blinds so that the light from the street would provide a bit more lamination.  Not much, just ambient light. “You haven’t had much input in this situation thus far, so you can’t really expect to have any now.”  Turning back to him she started to undo the buttons on her shirt. “This of this is sort of a morality play.”

Slipping the shirt off, she was now topless.  Her breasts were a bit small, very perky.  Her skirt came to about mid thigh but compared to the rest of her nakedness it was annoyingly concealing.  She came back to the chair and straddled him. He was already quite hard and she was making a point to grind herself into him.  This was essentially a lap dance.  She rubbed her hands around his neck and chest.  Placed her breasts against his face, the entire time gyrating her body against his.  His hands were on the arms of the chair.  He was just enjoying the ride.

When she was satisfied with that she slid down to the floor and got on her knees.  She ran her hands up and down his thighs and was not bashful about the attention she was showing to the prominent bulge in his pants.  Finally she undid his belt and with incredible ease she slid his pants off so that he was naked from the waist down, the opposite of her.  His cock was sticking straight up, practically begging for attention.  She started with her hands, very lightly sliding her fingers across the shaft, gently touching the head.  Each time she did, it would jump a little and she smiled.

Then she started with her tongue.  Up and down the shaft.  Flicking the tip of it.  Sometimes she would almost put it in her mouth, but then withdraw with a grin.  He was shifting and writhing with anticipation.  She continued this for some time.  Finally, very slowly she let the tip slid past her lips. She played with it insider her mouth with her tongue. Then she pulled away again, and continued to use her hands and tongue.  Keith let out a loud sigh and she smiled.

She slid back up his body, taking pains to ensure that her breasts rubbed against his erection.  Once she was back on top of him she lowered herself so that his cock went inside of her, apparently she wasn’t wearing underwear. She was soft and wet and warm, it felt almost like fire.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and very slowly commended to hump him.  It was very rhythmic and smooth. Primal.  She never slowed down or sped up the pace, just the same firm slow motion over and over again.  She held her head next to his so he could hear her breathing, which she was doing in very short breathy gasps.  Occasionally she would let out a quiet moan or a whimper.

“Do you like this?” She whispered to him.

“Yes.” He replied after a pause.

“Good.” She said as laid her head on his shoulder.  She let out a long sigh and came.  Her insides twitched and squeezed his cock inside her.  She kissed him on the cheek and then started to pull away.  In a near panic he tried to grab her and pull her back onto his cock, but his hands wouldn’t move.  He didn’t know why but they were held firmly to the arms of the chair as if by magnets or something.  His whole body was paralyzed.  She was moving away from him and there was nothing he could do about it.  He wanted to grab her and throw her on the floor.  To fuck the shit out of her, but he couldn’t move.  He cock was still standing proud and erect, but she was standing a few feet away, looking at him and smiling.  He felt like he would come if she so much as blew on him, which made it all the more frustrating when she did just that and he was still not able to come.

She used her mouth again and licked the entire length of his cock with great meticulous care. When she was satisfied she leaned down and kissed him on the mouth.  He could taste her pussy from where she had been licking her own juices off of him.  Then she started putting her shit back on.

“Please, don’t stop.” He pleaded.

“Oh. What do you want to do?” she asked and he didn’t know how to reply.  “Fuck me? Bend me over and fuck me like a dog?” She was smiling. “Fuck my ass perhaps? Would you want to come inside of me? Or perhaps pull out right at the end and come all over my face and tits?” by now her shirt was back on and she was fully dressed again. “Does any of this sound about right?”

“Yes.” He moaned.  “God yes.”

“You should have asked.” She smiled again, and then let herself out.

It was a long time before he realized he could move again.  But he didn’t.  He just sat there, with his pants off, erection now faded, mind racing. He could still smell her.  She was right, he knew.  He should have asked.

*****

On the street below she walked out of the building and started down the sidewalk.  It was a chilly night and the insides of her thighs were wet under her skirt.  She didn’t mind really.  It was an amusing sensation.  She always wondered about stuff like that when she met people on the street.  Those little feelings that you get after fucking that one ever talks about.  Any number of people could be having those and there would be no way of knowing.  Once she had ran into a friend from school and the two of them had went for coffee.  The entire time her ass had been full of cum where she had been fucked anally only a few minutes before.  She didn’t say anything about it, and her friend had no way of knowing of course, but it was still fun to think about.  Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice the man walking up to her.

“Excuse me.” He said and she started. “Sorry to frighten you, but I am looking for this girl have you seen her?”  He showed her a picture of a young girl’s face.  She as very pretty, with pale skin and very long black hair.

“No, I haven’t seen her.” She replied. “Friend of yours?”  She looked at the man.  He looked very young, but didn’t seem like a local.  He wore a suit and seemed a bit stuck up.  By the look of him she guessed he might be Japanese or something, at least half.

“I wish.” He said, putting the picture away. “I met her at a party and have been trying to find her ever since.  I didn’t even get her name.”

“Well, that’s too bad sport.  Hope you find her.”

“Thanks,” he said. “Sorry to bother you.”  And he quickly headed down the sidewalk.

She quickly looked around to see if there was anyone else watching her.  She didn’t see anyone else, and more importantly she didn’t feel anyone else.  She darted into a side street and stood as out of sight as she could get.  Pulling out her cell phone she dialed a number and waited for someone to answer.

“We have a problem.”