Signs
Chapter 14 — Divided Roads
“So let me get this straight. You just left him behind.”
“But we—”
“But what,” Angelina said coldly. “Did you or did you not leave Leo behind?”
“Yes, but—”
“I don’t want to hear yes, but. Did you or did you not leave him behind?”
“Yes, we left him behind.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear.” She looked at the man standing in front of her. “Look, I made you the team lead. That means I expect you to be able to make tough decisions, but it also means you’re supposed to take care of your team members. You got that?”
Pieter nodded glumly.
“I don’t want to see you nod your fucking head at me,” Angelina said. “I want to hear you say the words. Do you got it?”
“I got it.”
“These people we’re going after, they don’t care what they do to anyone else. As far as they’re concerned, all of us, you, me, everyone, all of us exist just to give them whatever it is they want. That’s what separates us from them, but if we start acting like them, if we start treating our people like they’re expendable, then we’ll be no better than they are. Do you got that?”
“I got it.”
Angelina looked at the man and she just couldn’t help but wonder if he did really get it. It wasn’t quite so easy as one might have thought. Sure, she could look inside his mind and she already had. The thoughts were there and there was a conviction behind them but was it enough. She knew she could make sure it was but if she did, she might make matters worse. She could make him so concerned about his team members that he’d never be willing to put them in harms way, and that wasn’t what she wanted. She didn’t want someone who’d play it safe. What she wanted was someone who’d play it smart.
“It won’t happen again,” Pieter assured her.
Angelina narrowed her eyes. Sometimes, her young recruits surprised even her. It almost seemed as if this young man had read her mind. “It had better not,” she said finally.
“It won’t.”
“All right then. So what are you going to do about it?”
“Do?”
“What are you going to do about it,” Angelina asked again.
“We’re going to get Leo back.”
“You better,” Angelina said coolly. “You better get him back.”
“We’ve got a problem.”
Angelina looked up at Sasha. Those were four words she didn’t need to hear. “A problem,” she asked.
Sasha nodded glumly. “Cancer’s in jail,” she said.
“Again?”
Sasha nodded again.
Angelina sighed. “Okay. I’ll take care of it.”
Cancer was the code name for one of Angelina’s agents. The agent’s real name was Sarah and finding where Sarah was being held wasn’t all that hard to do. Getting into see her was even less hard.
The officer at the front desk looked up as Angelina approached. “Yes, ma’am,” the officer said. “Can I help you?”
Angelina nodded. “I understand you’re holding a friend of mine here,” she told the officer even as she gave the man her agent’s name. “I’d like to see her.”
“Are you her attorney?”
Angelina just smiled. “No, I’m not her attorney. I’m her friend.”
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but if you’re not her attorney, we can’t let you see her.”
Angelina might have tried to reason with the man if she’d thought it would have done any good but almost from the moment she’d met him, she’d sensed the character of the man. He took an almost perverse delight in enforcing the rules. He could live by the rules, he reasoned, and he didn’t see why everyone else couldn’t live by them, too.
“We’ll be transferring her over to county later today,” the man said. “After that, you can talk to her there.”
“But I want to see her now.”
Angelina was under no illusion about what the man was going to say but she wanted to give the man every chance to do the right thing.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. I can’t do that.”
Angelina could feel the officer’s pleasure rising. His name was Max. He appeared to be in his forties and a bit on the heavy side. That’s what I want, she told herself, as she sensed Max’s one-dimensional adherence to the rules. Give me more of that.
“I could give you directions to county if you need those,” the officer told her.
Angelina could feel the man’s enjoyment rising. Now, to grab onto that. To take it, to hold it, to mold it to her wishes.
The officer seemed to lose his focus. Angelina was hardly surprised by that. She would have been surprised if he hadn’t.
“Um, is there anything else I can ... I can help you with, ma’am?”
Angelina didn’t bother answering. She was busy rooting around in the man’s mind and she knew he wasn’t going to say anything worth noting in the next few moments anyway.
What should she have Mr. By-the-Book do? Hmmm. There were so many possibilities.
Maybe get him to pick up the phone and call up his wife for some hot phone sex. Now that would be fun.
Or there was an officer that would be coming in in the next thirty minutes for the next shift. Oooh, Max, Angelina thought to herself, what dirty thoughts you seem to be having about her. That’s not at all playing by the rules.
And yet even as she read that, she discarded it. Having Officer Max play around with Officer Melody might have been fun but there was something else that was even better.
“Now, Max,” Angelina said. “You are going to let me see my friend, aren’t you?”
It never occurred to the man that he hadn’t told this woman his name or that just moments before, he’d told her that she wasn’t going to see her friend. “Of course,” the man said. “If you’ll step through that door, I’ll lead you down to the jail cells.”
Angelina stepped through the door and then she followed the man down to the cells and down to a room.
“Wait here,” the officer told her. “I’ll have the jailer bring your friend to you.”
“Now, Max,” Angelina said, “you understand what you’re going to do?”
The man nodded.
Angelina smiled to herself. She had little doubt that the man knew what he was supposed to do even if on a conscious level, he didn’t know. “You can go them.”
The man nodded and left.
A few minutes later, another officer brought Sarah to the room where Angelina was waiting.
“I understand you’ve been a bad girl,” Angelina said when the door had finally closed behind her agent. “Care to tell me what happened?”
Despite the stress she was under, Sarah maintained her composure. “I don’t know what happened,” she said.
That wasn’t exactly true and Angelina knew it. “Why don’t you tell me what you do know,” she said, “and we’ll see if we can figure it out from there.”
“All right,” and Sarah settled in to tell her story.
Having dropped Angelina off, Officer Max once more went back to his duties blissfully unaware of what it was that he was about to do.
He sat down at his desk and went back to the report he’d been working on and that’s when he saw her.
“We were working on the lead of a T1 in downtown,” Sarah began. “We were having trouble tracking him down though because we kept getting these false positives.”
Angelina nodded. Hardly a surprise there. Sometimes T1s and T2s would register almost the same and in a crowded area like that, well the sheer number of people tended to provide the T1 an ample supply of victims and a little anonymity at the same time.
“We thought we were getting pretty close but everything seemed to dry up and I could tell I wasn’t the only one that was getting tired so it was fine with me when we knocked off for the day.”
Angelina was already inside the girl’s head and she knew that much already but she knew the girl had to tell the story in her own way.
“It was early so I decided to do a little shopping, you know. I mean, I wasn’t going to buy anything, but there was this shop that had these cute, little earrings that I was just dying to get so I stopped in, you know, just to see them.”
Angelina nodded.
“And that’s when it happened. My pussy, it just kind of went wet all over and suddenly, I knew what it needed. I needed to get fucked.
Max knew what he needed, too.
Her name was Janet and she was working there in the afternoons. She’d come in after school let out and she’d help them file the paperwork that needed to be done.
That afternoon, when she’d come in, she’d been wearing a short, white denim skirt with a matching jacket and she had on a tight, little blue top underneath. “Hi, Officer Kramer,” the girl had said breezily. “How’s it going?”
“Fine,” the man had said.
“Should I get to work on the filing then?”
The man had nodded, thinking nothing more of it. After all, it was what the girl was here for. Why shouldn’t she get to work.
But that wasn’t what he was thinking as he observed her now. What he was thinking about was how cute the girl looked and how much he’d like to slide his dick up under that short, little skirt of hers.
Of course, just because he thought about it didn’t mean he had to act on it. After all, that would be against the rules, and following the rules was the most important thing in the world for him.
Angelina was only halfway listening Sara recounted her story. What was more interesting was watching the workings of her mind. Like the tumblers of a lock, Sarah’s mind seemed to respond to certain stimuli. Failing to trip any one of those and nothing would happen. The mind would reset itself and would wait for the next opportunity to open up and surrender.
Even now, even here in the retelling of the story, Angelina could see Sarah’s mind responding to the stimuli and it was amazing to watch. Any moment now, Angelina thought. Any moment now and it wouldn’t be just her mind that was open to her.
Max sat in his chair and tried to pretend that he really wasn’t interested in what the girl was doing in front of him. He pretended to look at the report on his desk even though his pen never moved.
This was wrong, he told himself. This was against the rules. This was ...
This was insane, he told himself. She was ... she was half his age. This was against the rules. He shouldn’t be wanting this, and besides, look at her. She wouldn’t want someone like him. Hell, why should she. Hell, he was old enough to be her father.
The officer shifted in his chair yet again. This was insane. He might be old enough to be her father, but that did nothing to diminish the fact that his cock was hard as a rock. The man groaned to himself. Something had to be done, he told himself. Something had to be done about his cock.
The man shifted again. That helped a little, but in a way, it hardly helped at all.
Shit! The girl was looking his way, the man realized. Did she realize what was wrong? Play it cool, he told himself. Play it cool and don’t let her see.
She looked away and then her attention was once more back on the papers she’d been filing.
The man groaned to himself. He’d fooled her. She hadn’t noticed a thing. The only problem was he was still so fucking hard.
Sarah looked confused. She was looking at Angelina even as a hand stroked her leg.
“Is something wrong,” Angelina asked even though she already knew the answer.
Sarah’s eyes looked at her almost uncomprehendingly even as her other hand squeezed one of her breasts and she looked at Angelina. “I ... I don’t know ... wh-what’s happening to me.”
“I don’t know,” Angelina said. “I think it’s rather obvious what’s happening to you.”
Sarah moaned softly to herself even as her fingers squeezed her nipples through the jail clothes. This had never happened to her before and yet, now ...
“It seems like someone is getting turned on,” Angelina said.
“Yeah, I mean no, I mean, I can’t be.”
She could have stopped it, Angelina knew. She could have stopped it, but she wasn’t going to stop it because she had to see where this thing was going.
“I can’t be,” Sarah said again and yet even as she said it, she let her hand pull up under the prison uniform.
Sarah moaned as her fingers found their way between her legs. I can’t be, she wanted to say again, and yet, it was obvious that her body was telling her something different.
Angelina just watched, knowing that she was going to have to let this play itself out.
Sarah’s eyes had lost all sense of reason. Even if Angelina hadn’t been inside the girl’s mind, she would have known that. What little reason was left to her was being quickly subsumed in a fiery ball of lust.
“I want someone to take care of my pussy,” Sarah said. “I want it bad.”
“I know you do,” Angelina said.
“I need it,” Sarah moaned. “I need it. Will you help me? Will you help me please?”
Angelina smiled. “I’ll help you,” she told the girl. “Don’t worry. I’ll help you.”
The chair creaked as it was finally unburdened of the load that Max had put on it. The girl looked his way. Did she know, he wondered. Did she know and more importantly, did she care.
She was still looking at him as he kept coming towards her. She was looking at him and she was watching, but she said nothing. She just watched.
The sergeant kept coming and then he was circling in behind her. His hand touched her butt and then he was caressing her ass and then that first hand was joined by a second.
The girl wasn’t looking at him anymore. Instead, she was looking straight ahead and to Officer Max, it was clear what that meant. She had surrendered herself to him. She knew what he was going to do and she wanted him to do it.
Officer Max unzipped his pants and then he unbuckled his belt and he pulled his cock out. So big, he told himself. His cock felt so big for such a tight, little hole.
Sarah was lying back on the bed in her cell. Her legs were spread and her hands were on her tits. Her fingers were on her nipples and she moaned yet again but it wasn’t what her hands or her fingers were doing to her that was making her moan. It was something else.
It was Angelina’s tongue that was wedged up between her legs. It was Angelina’s tongue that was toying with her pussy. It was Angelina’s tongue that was teasing the hell out of her clit.
Sarah moaned again.
It was Angelina’s tongue.
She was wearing light blue panties.
They matched the color of the top she wore not that Officer Max would have noticed that. He didn’t bother to take them off. He just pulled them to one side and he buried his cock between Janet’s legs and he reveled in the girl’s moans almost as much as he reveled in the feel of his cock as it pushed even deeper inside of her tight, little pussy.
“Oh my God,” Sarah moaned. “Oh my God.”
Angelina didn’t say anything but then she didn’t really have to. She already knew what the girl was feeling but she had to know what was going to come next, and Angelina was sure there was going to be a “next” so once more, her tongue attacked the girl’s clit, and once more, the girl let loose with another strangled cry.
It wouldn’t be long now, Angelina told herself. It wouldn’t be long at all.
It wouldn’t be long for Officer Max either.
Almost from the moment, he’d come up behind Janet and lifted her little, white skirt, the girl had hardly moved. She just stood where she was, perched over the open drawer of the file cabinet still holding the paper that she’d been about to file.
Officer Max groaned again. It wouldn’t be long now, he told himself. After all, how could it be. When you had a girl who with her every action was saying she had nothing better to do than to take your cock, how could you hold back in the face of something like that.
The girl, Janet, Max told himself, the girl had said almost nothing at all from the moment he’d stuck his dick between her legs and somehow, that was so oddly hot.
He wanted to hear her whimper. He wanted to hear her moan, so the more she did neither of those things, the more he wanted to make her do them.
Sarah most definitely was not being quiet.
“Oh my God,” the woman moaned. “Oh my God. Oh God, eat me. Eat me. Oh God, eat me.”
Angelina would have smiled if her mouth weren’t otherwise occupied. She most certainly was going to eat the other woman out.
“What the hell!”
Angelina didn’t have to look up to know who’d said that. She could sense the man standing there at the door of the cell but she wasn’t about to let him stop what she’d started and besides, it wasn’t all that hard to get him to come along for the ride. Heck, just a little push with her mind and that was all it took. The man had his cock out and he was stroking himself even as Angelina ate the other girl out.
“Oh yeah,” the man groaned. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Make her cum. Make her cum.”
Interesting, Angelina thought. She would have thought that Sarah would have taken some notice of the intruder but instead, it seemed almost as if she took no notice of him at all.
Very interesting.
Once more, her mind tugged at that of the jailer’s and a tug was all it took. The man stepped into the jail cell and then he was stepping around Angelina, stepping up over Sarah and still jerking away on his cock.
Now at least, now, Sarah was taking notice of him. She looked up at him with big wide eyes. “Cum for me,” she moaned. “Cum for me. Cum in my mouth.”
What the heck. Angelina’d always known Sarah as somewhat shy and unassuming but now here she was begging for cum like a little, fucking porn star. What the hell had gotten into the girl?
Whatever the heck it was, she was about to get what she wanted whether she was ready for it or not.
Her tongue stroked the girl’s slit and then once more, it sought out her clit, and after everything that Sarah had taken already, that was really all it took and the girl’s back arched as her body succumbed to the inevitable and almost at the same time, the man started to cum.
“This is for Alfred Le Bovier,” the jailer said even as he shot his load over Sarah’s face.
Angelina stared in amazement. It was hard to startle her but this did. She knew who Le Bovier was. He was a T1 that Sarah’s team had captured, but that wasn’t what amazed her and neither was it the fact that this man knew Le Bovier’s name. It was that those words had originated in Sarah’s mind, probably in a place that Sarah didn’t even know existed. It was her mind that had ordered the man to say what he did and it was her mind that seemed to relish in the humiliation that those words made her feel.
Angelina’s didn’t have to probe to know what the girl was feeling. Her mind practically radiated that. She was being used and she was being humiliated and she loved every moment of it. She deserved this, her mind said. She deserved the humiliation. It felt so good to be used. It felt so good to be humiliated.
But there was something else, something that only a mind like Angelina’s would have picked up. There was something else in the girl’s mind and Angelina followed that vague tendril of a thought deep inside of Sarah’s mind.
And there it was, a kernel of something stored deep inside her mind, a thought that produced a need, a need that provoked an action, a thought that was not natural. A thought that had been put there by someone else, a thought that was making Sarah act the way she did.
Angelina’s mind examined the thought. She made a memory of it, memorizing the feel of it, creating a memory of the signature of the mind that had put it there and when she was sure that she would recognize that mind if ever she encountered it again, her mind lashed out and swept the thought away.
But getting rid of the thought did not fix what was wrong with Sarah. Her mind was still contaminated with what the thought had made her be. She still wanted to be used. She still craved the humiliation. Maybe in time, Angelina knew, maybe in time, she could come back to what she once was, but not now. Now, she would be a danger not only to herself but to her team as well. Now, she’d just as soon seek out a T1 and turn herself over to him just so she could feel the humiliation all over again.
Angelina shook her head. She hated losing a team member but she wasn’t going to leave Sarah behind. She looked at the jailer. “Where are her clothes,” she asked.
“In a locker.”
“Get them.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the man said, and he quickly left the cell to go get the clothes.
He was back soon with Sarah’s clothes in hand which Angelina turned over to the girl. “Put these on,” she said. “We’re leaving.”
The girl, of course, was in no mood to argue so she quickly donned her clothes and followed Angelina out of the cell. “You’ll fix the records up, won’t you,” Angelina told the jailer. “Make sure the records show that me and my friend were never here.”
The jailer nodded as Angelina knew he would.
“Come on,” Angelina told Sarah. “Let’s go.”
The two women climbed the stairs from the basement where the cells were and they moved through the lobby of the building. From somewhere unseen, Angelina could pick up the mental cries of a little teenage girl in a white skirt and a white jacket and Angelina smiled as she paused.
Her mind had already touched the girl’s mind before but now she touched her again. You’re going to cum, her mind told the girl’s. You’re going to cum when he does and it going to feel so good to have his cum between your legs. It’s going to feel so good. You’re going to absolutely love it.
Angelina didn’t have to wait for the girl’s acknowledgment to know she was going to do it. She turned her attention to the man instead.
Mr. By-the-Rules was going to have to learn a lesson, she decided. You’re going to cum, her mind told his. You’re going to cum in exactly one minute and it’s going to feel so good. Nothing will ever be as good as fucking that tight, little eighteen-year-old cunt.
Once again, Angelina didn’t wait for confirmation. Once again, she was back inside the teen’s mind. She could feel the girl’s moans with every thrust of the man’s cock. You’re going to love it when he comes inside you, Angelina told her. It’s going to feel so good when he does, but five minutes after it’s over, you’re going to realize what you just did and you’re going to be ashamed.
Angelina smiled to hersef. Now that should teach him not to always play by the rules, she told herself.
“What are we waiting for,” Sarah asked. “Do we need to check out or something?”
Angelina just smiled. “No, I think we’re good to go,” and with that, they were gone.