Signs
Chapter 16 — Detour
“We need a change in tactics.”
Angelina looked into the three monitors that showed what was left of the teams she’d put together. In the short time that they’d been in the field, each team had lost a member. Sarah was still out of commission but at least they knew where she was but they still had no idea where Ariel and Lenny had gone to.
“We need a change in tactics,” Angelina said again, “because it seems our enemy is more organized than we ever thought they’d be.”
Her teams were still watching with rapt attention.
“First, I’d like to commend each and every one of you. Through your hard work, we’ve managed to remove some very dangerous individuals and it’s because of your work that we have the information we now have.
“Based on ‘interviews’ with some of the captured T1s, we believe the T1s have banded together. In the past, this was thought to be highly unlikely because it was thought that T1s were too independent to join forces with one another. This line of thought now appears to be wrong.
“The T1s seem to be grouped into a loose association with one central leader. The T1s don’t seem to know who many of the others are but it’s thought that the Mr. Big of this group probably knows who everyone is so getting Mr. Big is a top priority.”
“Can’t we just get the name of Mr. Big from one of the ones we captured?”
“That’s a good question,” Angelina said, “but not one that’s not so easy to answer. Even the T1s we’ve captured don’t seem to know exactly who Mr. Big is.”
“So how do they—”
“They’re not organized like we are. It appears that their leader contacts each one individually and it appears that each one is given a choice to join.”
“What happens if they choose not to join?”
“That’s not clear either but what we do know is that no one has chosen not to join.”
“So haw are we supposed to catch this Mr. Big,” asked one of the team members.
“That’s what we’re going to figure out today.”
Nia couldn’t help it. She tried to pay attention to the briefing but there was something distracting her.
She knew what part of it was. This was the second time a T1 had captured her and this was the second time her team members had had to come to her rescue. This was the second time that she’d had to spend time with Angelina to get her mind back and she wasn’t sure it was working as well as it should have because she could still feel Evie Selkirk’s mind inside of hers.
That was normal, Angelina had told her. It would go away in time, but how did she know, and what if it didn’t. Nia could still feel Evie inside her. She could still feel the need to please her but it wasn’t as strong as it had been before but how did they know. How did they know that it would go away?
And most important of all, did she really want it to go away.
Her name was Ling and she’d just gotten off of a long shift at work. She was on her way home. Maybe, she told herself, maybe she’d fix herself a nice, warm bath, but Ling was fairly certain that wouldn’t happen. She was just too tired to do what she wanted.
It was her fault really. She was just too tired to look where she was going but even so, that didn’t stop her from letting the anger flare up inside her. “Hey,” she yelled out. “Watch where you’re going.”
The other woman jumped back. “Sorry,” she mumbled.
Ling’s eyes narrowed. Even as tired as she was, she wasn’t so tired not to know who’s fault it was and she knew she should have been paying closer attention to where she’d been going. “You’re sorry,” she asked suspiciously.
The other woman nodded.
“Why are you sorry,” Ling asked.
The other woman didn’t say anything. She just shrugged and the effect of that was to make Ling feel like somehow this other woman was making fun of her. Where moments before, she’d been so weary that all she’d wanted to do was to go home and go to bed, suddenly she found herself filled with righteous anger. Who the hell was this woman to pass judgment of her?
“I’m going to ask you again,” Ling said. “Why are you sorry?”
Again, the other woman just shrugged.
Ling was a small woman who barely stood five feet tall but even so, she could feel the anger welling up inside her and she could feel herself getting taller. “I’m not going to ask you again,” the young woman said. “Why are you sorry?”
“Because I ran into you,” the other woman said meekly.
Ling stared at the other woman. She could feel the anger starting to leach out of her. “Yeah, well, you better not let it happen again,” she said.
“It won’t,” the other woman promised.
“Yeah well, it had better not,” Ling said lamely.
“It won’t,” the other woman promised again.
And that was where it might have ended, with Ling going one way and with the other woman going the other only something stopped Ling. “Hey,” she said.
The other woman had already passed Ling by but she stopped and turned.
“Come here,” Ling said, and the woman came back to where Ling was standing.
“What’s your name?”
“Nia.”
“What the hell’s the matter with you?”
“The matter with me?”
“Yeah. You heard me. What the hell’s the matter with you?”
“I don’t know what you mean?”
“You don’t know what I mean, huh? Well, let’s start with this. Are you always this wishy washy? Do you always let people push you around?”
She wasn’t wishy washy, Nia thought and yet, for some reason, she couldn’t make herself stand up for herself.
“Well,” Ling asked.
“Well what?”
Ling let out an exasperated sigh. “I asked you if you were always this wishy washy. Geez, you got to stand up for yourself.”
Nia just shrugged and that was hardly the response that Ling wanted.
“Listen, you got to learn to stand up for yourself,” Ling said. “Otherwise, everyone’s going to push you around. You know that, don’t you?”
Nia nodded.
“I mean, what if I told you to call yourself a little, fucking whore? What would you do if I told you to do that?”
Nia shrugged. “I guess I’d call myself a whore,” she said.
Ling could feel the anger rising up inside her again. The bitch was making fun of her. That’s what it was but there was more than one way to handle that. If the bitch wanted to play games, she could play, too. “Fine,” she told the other woman. “You want to play it like that, then fine. Call yourself a little, fucking whore.”
“I’m a little fucking whore.”
Ling couldn’t believe her ears. “What’d you say?”
“I said I’m a little fucking whore.”
Ling stared at the other woman in disbelief and her anger raged. All right, fine. The bitch had called her bluff but if that was the way she wanted to play it, then fine. Two could play that game. She looked at the other woman and she started to smile. “Okay,” she said. “Okay, you want to play it that way, then if you’re such a fucking, little whore, you should want a guy to fuck you right here and right now so why don’t you pull up your skirt and take down your panties, and why don’t you show your pussy to the first guy you meet and why don’t you tell him that you want to fuck him.”
“Okay.”
Ling watched in amazement as the girl pulled up her skirt and then pushed her panties down just far enough to show off her pussy and then the woman started to look around.
“Hold on,” Ling said. “Hold on. What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to go show some guy my pussy.”
“You were really going to do it, weren’t you?”
“Of course.”
Ling just stared and then she shook her head. The other woman was a menace to herself and as tired as Ling was, she couldn’t bring herself to leave the other woman on the street. After all, who knew what kind of trouble she might get into. “I think you’d better come with me,” she said.
As much as she’d come to expect it to happen, Ling was still surprised when the other woman fell into step behind her. The other woman, what had she said her name was, Nia, she thought, the other woman still might be playing a trick on her but if she was, she was doing one hell of a good job at it.
Ling led the way back to her apartment. It wasn’t much but it was the best she could afford. For a moment, she wondered what Nia was doing standing there behind her, but even without looking back, something told her that the other woman was doing nothing at all.
Ling turned her key in the lock and then she pushed the door open. “Get in there,” she ordered.
Nia did as she was told.
Ling shut the door and then she looked at the woman standing there in her apartment. “You really were going to do it, weren’t you? You really were going to show off your pussy.”
“Of course.”
“But why.”
“Because you told me to.”
“Because I told you to?”
Nia nodded.
“Because I told you to?”
Nia nodded again.
“So if I told you to show me your pussy, what would you ... um ... what would you do?”
“I’d show you my pussy.”
If anyone would have asked her, Ling would have said she wasn’t a lesbian. Still, she’d always wondered what it would be like and with this girl here in her apartment where no one could see and with the girl apparently willing to do whatever she was told, that was just a little too much for her. Ling looked at the girl. “Take off your clothes,” she ordered. “Take them all off.”
For a moment, Ling wondered if the other woman was really going to do it but it was only for a moment because in the next moment, Nia was doing exactly what she’d been told to do. First went the blouse, and then off came the skirt. The bra went next and then suddenly and quickly, the girl was down to just her panties, and then without any fanfare at all, those were gone, too.
She’d done it. Ling couldn’t believe it. She’d actually done it. The young woman licked her lips as she looked at the naked girl standing before her. “Let me see your pussy,” she said.
The girl didn’t bat an eye. She laid down there right in the middle of Ling’s apartment and she spread her legs and her fingers pried her lips apart.
This was incredible, Ling told herself. The girl had done everything that she’d been told to do but Ling couldn’t help but wonder just how far the girl was prepared to go. She wasn’t sure when the girl was going to say no but one thing was certain. All of this was making her very, very horny.
Ling looked at the girl and she licked her lips. “Would you do a favor for me?”
“Of course,” Nia replied. “What would you like me to do?”
Ling licked her lips again. “I want to see you play with yourself,” she said as nonchalantly as she could, ready to turn it around and laugh it off if the girl suddenly objected.
But the girl didn’t object. “Of course,” was all she said and with that, her fingers started to move between her legs and moments later, Ling heard her moan for the very first time.
Ling couldn’t help but look and stare. She couldn’t believe it but the girl was really doing it and it looked so hot and it was making her wet. “A-a-are you going to cum,” she stammered.
“If you want me to,” the girl said.
If you want me to. What kind of an answer was that, but damn, that girl was making her hot and she wasn’t even sure why. All she knew was she wished she could be playing with her pussy, too. She licked her lips. Damn, she couldn’t believe she was about to ask this, but—“Are you a lesbian,” she asked.
“I am if you want me to be,” the girl moaned.
There it was again. That answer. “Why do you keep saying that,” Ling asked.
“Why do I keep saying what?”
The first time you said you’d cum if I wanted you to and now you said you’d be a lesbian if I wanted you to be. Why do you keep saying stuff like that?”
“Because I’ll do whatever you want me to do,” Nia answered even as her fingers continued to do their work. “Because I want you to tell me what you want me to be and because more than anything else, I want to be exactly what you want me to be.”
She wanted to be exactly what I wanted her to be, Ling thought. What the hell was wrong with her, and yet ... and yet—
And yet what if it were true. Only one way to find out. Ling looked at the other woman. “I want you to cum,” she told her. “I want you to cum so fucking hard.”
Nia gasped. “Oh my God,” she moaned. “Oh my God, yes. Oh my God. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”
She was thanking me, Ling thought. For what?
But there was no doubt about one thing. The girl was cumming right there in the middle of her living room floor and it was making Ling even hotter.
“Did you like that,” Ling asked when it seemed as if Nia was finally coming down from her sexual high.
“I liked it if you wanted me to.”
Ling shook her head. “I don’t want to hear that,” she said. “I don’t want to hear you say if I wanted you to. I want to know if you liked it so did you like it.”
“Yes, I did.”
Ling nodded. That was what she wanted to hear. “So you’re not a lesbian?”
Nia shook her head. “Not unless you want ... I mean no, no, I’m not a lesbian.”
Ling looked at the girl. “That’s exactly what I want you to be,” Ling said. “I want you to be a lesbian. I want you to want my pussy so fucking bad.”
Nia just nodded.
What did that mean, Ling wondered. “Tell me what you want,” Ling said.
Nia looked up at her. “I want to make love to you,” she told her. “I want to make love to you and then I want to go and do it all over again.”
Her fatigue now gone, Ling looked at the girl still lying on her floor. It almost seemed too incredible to be true and yet what if it was true. “Get up,” Ling said. “I want you to come with me.”
Nia rose to her feet and followed meekly along as Ling led the way to her bedroom. It was weird, the young woman thought, because at any moment, she expected Nia to suddenly come to her senses and turn around and run but the weird thing was she never did.
Ling turned and looked at Nia. This was insane, she told herself, and yet, she was doing it. She started with her jeans but it didn’t take her long before she was just as naked as Nia was. She sat down on her bed and she spread her legs and then she pointed at a place on the floor. “I want you to kneel,” she said. “I want you to kneel right there.”
Nia knelt right where Ling wanted her to.
Ling let a hand slide between her legs even as the other one played with her tiny, little tits. She loved the way her nipples felt under her fingers. Oh geez, it was making her so fucking hot, and that was nothing compared to what her fingers were doing between her legs.
Nia wasn’t so much watching what Ling’s fingers were doing so much as she was looking up at Ling, almost as if she were waiting for another order from the young Asian girl and as hot as that might be, Ling realized that wasn’t what she wanted.
“Look at my fingers,” she said. “Look at my fingers between my legs.”
Nia’s gaze immediately dropped.
Ling couldn’t help but moan. It was just so hot seeing this girl stare between her legs. “Tell me you want to lick my pussy.”
“I want to lick your pussy,” Nia said.
Ling moaned again. Oh geez. That was so fucking good. “Say it again,” she said.
“I want to lick your pussy.”
Ling moaned again. Damn. There was just something about the way the girl said that that sounded so fucking hot and her pussy was so fucking wet. She moaned again. She wanted to hear it one more time. “Say it again,” she said. “Say it like you mean it.”
“I do mean it,” Nia said. “I want to lick your pussy. I really, really want to lick your pussy.”
Ling let her fingers have a couple more strokes before she pulled them free but she did pull them free. “You want this,” she said, “then crawl on over here and come and get it.”
Nia crawled forward and then she was sliding in between the other woman’s legs and moments later, she was pressing her tongue between Ling’s legs.
“Oh God,” Ling moaned. “Oh God, yeah.” Almost as if it were an afterthought, the young woman slipped a hand around Nia’s head and then she was pulling her forward and pulling her even deeper between her legs. “Oh God, yeah.”
Nia would have moaned herself but she didn’t. She had a job to do and she was just glad that someone was willing to use her body like she knew it needed to be used.
Ling moaned again. Both of her hands were now wrapped around Nia’s head, pushing her down, making her eat her little pussy. She moaned again. It was almost as if she were keeping the other girl from getting away although Ling doubted Nia would try to get away but the idea of pulling Nia’s face between her legs just made her so fucking hot.
Of course, what really made her hot was what Nia’s tongue was doing to her pussy. The young Asian woman moaned. She couldn’t take much more of that. She couldn’t take much more at all before she’d be cumming hard and she knew she wanted that. She wanted to cum really hard.
Oh crap, she thought. Oh crap, here it comes, and then it really was coming, and she was cumming hard, even as the little slut continued to eat her pussy.
“You like that, don’t you,” she moaned. “You like eating my pussy.”
Nia nodded. She didn’t just like it. She loved it.
“Do you want to do it again?”
“I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”
Ling frowned. That wasn’t exactly the answer she’d been hoping to get. “Can’t you think for yourself,” she said with just a little irritation. “I don’t want you to say you want something because you think I want it. I want you to say you want it because you really do want it.”
Nia said nothing and Ling let out an exasperated sigh, and Nia knew she’d done something wrong.
Ling sighed again. “I just wanted you to want it, too. I just wanted to think that you were liking this as much as me, but I guess that’s too much to ask.”
“But I do want it,” Nia said.
“What?”
“I want it,” Nia said.
“What’d you say?”
“I want it,” Nia said again. It was perfectly clear what Ling wanted and that was all Nia had to know. Even if Ling wasn’t telling her what to say in as many words, Nia knew what she wanted. “I want it, too,” she said again. “I want to eat your pussy,” she said.
“You’re not just saying that to make me feel good, are you?”
Nia shook her head. In a way, it was almost the truth. Ling wanted Nia to want to eat her pussy so in Nia’s mind, it was only natural that she’d want to eat Ling’s pussy.
“You do, huh? You really want to?”
Nia nodded.
Ling patted a spot next to her on the bed. “Why don’t you come up here and sit next to me,” she said.
Nia went and sat next to the girl on the bed.
“You know what I really want,” Ling said in a hushed whisper.
Nia shook her head.
Ling stroked a hand along Nia’s bare, little thigh and then she let her fingers slide between her legs. “I want you to lie back on the bed and I want you to let me ride your face, and I mean really ride it. I want you to lick my pussy and I want you to get me sopping wet and then I want to smear my juices all over your face, and all the while while I’m doing that, I want you to grab my ass. How’s that sound?”
“That sounds great.”
“Really?”
Nia nodded. As soon as Ling had said what she wanted, she knew she wanted it, too.
“You want to do it then,” Ling asked
And Nia nodded again.
Ling smiled. “Well all right then. I guess the first thing you need to do is to lie back.”
Nia laid back and moments later, the little Asian girl was straddling her face.
“Now remember,” Ling said. “I want you to grab my ass.”
Almost as if on cue, Nia’s hands came up and grabbed Ling’s ass.
“Mmm yeah, now I want you to lick my pussy. I want you to lick it good.”
And that was when Nia’s tongue worked its way between Ling’s legs.
Ling couldn’t help it. She’d always been a small girl. Even when she was a little girl, she was always the littlest girl so it had always been a fantasy of hers, that she would someday be the one in control and now, here was this girl, doing whatever she wanted her to do. It was incredible. It was too incredible to believe.
She rubbed her pussy against the girl’s face. It was something she’d always wanted to do but had never thought she’d get the chance to do. Of course, she’d always thought it would be a guy underneath her but now that she had what she wanted, she had to admit that a girl was plenty good enough, too.
Nia, of course, knew none of this. All she knew was she was licking another girl’s pussy and that was plenty good enough for her. She could still feel the need to be controlled. It was embedded deep inside her mind. Angelina had said it would go away but now, Nia wasn’t sure she wanted it to go away. She liked being controlled. It felt right to her. It felt natural.
She was going to cum. Ling knew that. She was going to cum all over this girl’s face. She wanted to cum. She wanted to cum so fucking bad.
And then she did. Her pussy clenched and still there was that tongue and that just made her cum even harder. Oh God, she couldn’t believe it. She was cumming on another girl’s face. How cool was that?
Nia knew it and her hands squeezed Ling’s ass one more time. Maybe next time, she thought, maybe next time, Ling would let her cum, too.
LIng finally pulled herself off of Nia’s face and she looked down at the other girl and she couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh my God,” she said, “I’m sorry, but you really are a mess.”
“Yeah, well—”
“Shut up. Did I say you could talk? Shut up,” and Ling liked the way the other girl suddenly stopped talking. Ling liked being in control. “Now, the next time we—”
“Did you say the next time?”
“Did I say you could talk?”
Nia shook her head.
“That’s right, I didn’t, so shut up. The next time we do this,” Ling said again, “I think I’m going to want to bring in some toys.”
Nia almost didn’t hear what came next because really, all that mattered was that there was going to be a next time. Nia couldn’t help it. She liked being controlled.