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Author’s note: this story is preceded by ‘Sticky Wicked’ and ‘Sticky Situation’.

Sticky Questions

Eye of Serpent

Early afternoon, somewhere in Los Angeles.

Gallant eyed the nude blonde on the bed and shifted the scramble phone to his other ear, “Yes sir, Tapestry checked out of the hotel by phone. I’ve done a trace using a Yellow List resource. Angela Montgomery left LA on a flight to Miami this morning. As far as I can tell, she still doesn’t know I’m hunting her.”

The voice of his Master held a cautious note, “You can’t be sure with Tapestry. If she gets a whiff of you she’ll ask the cards questions and then she’ll be alerted to our plan to kill her.”

Gallant smiled. Not a nice thing to see as it didn’t touch his pale gray eyes. “That’s why one man with the right training is the way to take her down. I can stalk her and won’t cause a ripple in the Great River. She may just be taking normal precautions. She cleared out of Sydney before I even got there. Left everything in the place. We haven’t crossed paths in Los Angeles. I’m as certain as I can be that she doesn’t know how close I am.”

“All right, Gallant. Proceed with my blessing. I want Tapestry dead. You’re on the scene and I trust your judgment. Just don’t get yourself into a sticky situation. I’ll expect a call from you when you get to Miami. Out here.”

Gallant opened his mouth to add something, but the line was already dead. He looked back at Tapestry’s mind-controlled sex slave, Baby, still unconscious on the bed. Tapestry had left her behind. Did the slave have any value to her? Folding up the phone and sliding it into his jacket he studied the lines of the young woman. She was nice to look at, but not that pretty. Not an athlete. Gallant preferred his women with a fitter body and less breast.

He should probably kill her and move on. Doing it now while she was asleep was better yet. If Baby didn’t mean anything to Tapestry, then she had no value in the hunt Gallant was engaged in. Killing her had the virtue of dirtying up Tapestry’s trail with American authorities, as the body found in this hotel room would certainly lead to questions Tapestry would have to answer. He checked the time. After two o’clock. He pulled out his pistol and methodically removed the silencer to check the barrel for obstructions and grime. Some hours ago, he had abused the silencer by ordering Baby to use it as a dildo. The entire gun and working mechanisms were made from high tech polymers and ceramics invisible to metal detectors and most x-ray equipment. Not quite satisfied with the visual check, he pulled out his handkerchief and ran it once through the interior. Then he pocketed the cleaning cloth and remounted the silencer. Paladins of the Salamander were provided the best tools money could buy. Like any true craftsman, Gallant was respectful of his tools.

Gallant looked at Baby again and that odd bit of information surfaced once more in his mind. Why would Tapestry leave her? Baby was a sexy woman and reasonably pleasant looking. Fantastically eager in sex play. Easy to control. In the intervening hours of waiting to see if Tapestry would return to the hotel and die by his hand, Gallant had checked many details of the hotel room.

He didn’t recall seeing any clothes for Baby.

He walked about one more time, opening drawers and closets. No. Nothing. Everything left in place. Tapestry had not bothered to take anything along. Now he wasn’t satisfied with killing Baby until he had asked some more questions. He moved back to the bed and shook her until she came awake. “Sit up, I’ve got questions for you.”

She had a groggy half-lidded look for several moments, then her eyes caught on his and she stared at him with absolute attention. He nodded, “Where are your clothes? What did Angela have you wear coming and going from here?”

“I don’t have any clothes, Master,” she answered in a soft girlish voice. “I’m usually allowed to wear a coat and shoes. Or whatever else pleases Mistress Angela.” Her eyes glowed with pleasure even as she rubbed her throat. He had knocked her out with a pressure grip this morning.

He didn’t think Angela had left her much in the way of intelligence. With a bit of a start, he noticed that she had unobtrusively slipped a hand to her shaved pussy and started fingering herself with tiny circular motions of her finger. Her attention completely on him, but her hand moving as if it had its own need. Finger circling slowly around her clitoris while she waited on him, she was the picture of young pulchritude. She was sitting with her legs splayed and her nudity didn’t affect her one bit. Fingers circling her clit, he was impressed with how much she radiated desirability.

He was hard again, remembering the sex with her this morning. The recollection was exquisite and very hot. The memory of her begging soft voice was a distracting siren call. He desired her again and he wanted to do more than watch her finger as it slowly circled her flushed pleasure point. He felt something about Baby was important in a larger undefined sense. Tapestry must have meant to reclaim her. Might he not use Baby in some sort of trap? Or could he pry enough information out of her simple mind to give him some edge? Her fingers circled and circled as he thought and watched her wait for his next order.

He thought for just a moment about calling the Salamander to outline the situation.

He wanted to ask her to stop masturbating, but it seemed that acknowledging the distraction was unprofessional. He watched her finger working, circling and gleaming now with her lubricant. Her fingers moving faster and faster until she was gasping. The moment of her pleasure came closer, but he felt it stretch out perversely longer and longer. He could almost feel the tension building in her. Her fingers circled. Her muscles got tighter and she gasped faster. Her circling fingers wetly gleamed and winked in the soft lights.

Winking. Circling. Gleaming. Tension. Gasping. Pleasure.

He watched Baby squirm and cum. She actually ejaculated fluid on the sheets. Her fingers splayed out on her thighs. Her clit was thick and as she twitched it seemed to dance in the soft light.

Winking. Pleasure.

Once she orgasmed, she smiled at him and spread her legs wide, her fingers went back to toying with her clit. “Please, fuck me, Master?”

He wanted to badly. His cock was like hot iron in his pants. He had underestimated just how sexy she was. And the fact that he controlled her was even more intoxicating. He shook his head ‘no’, “Angela is going to Miami. Get dressed, you’re coming with me.” He wondered briefly about sparing her after all. Probably made more sense to hold off killing her until he could be sure the authorities would make a strong connection between Baby and Tapestry. Finding a dead woman here in LA when Montgomery had left hours before wasn’t the best strategy.

Yes. He’d think of something better in Miami.

She got up and went straight to the closet and pulled out a gray trenchcoat and a pair of black patent pumps. She slipped her feet into the shoes and shrugged the coat on over her nudity.

He took her by the elbow. “Do exactly as I say.” He was rock hard and thinking about her slick swollen clit. Her natural perfume was pungent.

“Yes, Master,” she purred.

He nodded and walked her out of the suite.

* * *

Nicki orgasmed for the second time and grunted loudly through the towel she had stuffed in her mouth. The sexual heat lanced upward through her and she started to relax. Spitting out the towel, she licked her fingers and buttoned up the coat. Turning around, she checked her face in the airplane’s washroom mirror.

She looked at her face and tried to make a few repairs to her makeup with a wet face tissue. At the moment, she had nothing to call her own but the coat and shoes. No money or purse, no wallet or identification. No idea of what would happen next. Nicki’s gambit had kept her alive this far. Mr. Gallant had not killed her yet. Perhaps the sex in the hotel had affected him in some way, but it was obvious to Nicki that he wasn’t responding to her as if she were in control. And, for that matter, neither was she.

Posing as his sex slave was creating other problems for her. It made her so hot that she had been playing with herself almost every hour of the flight.

She had to question what she was doing. Things were more out of control now than they had been yesterday or the day before. The whole situation was getting worse and worse. Even small things were starting to go against her. The flight attendant had been giving her odd penetrating looks. Nicki thought it was the trenchcoat and the fact that she hadn’t taken it off. It could be a number of things but Nicki couldn’t worry about that now. She needed another plan, a plan for getting away from the assassin, Mr. Gallant.

She bit her lower lip and thought about the weirdness of his name. Probably just a fake name. He was an enigma to Nicki. He had cash for the plane tickets. But after takeoff, he used a little phone to call a Miami hotel to make reservations for both of them. Mr. and Mrs. Gallant. She chewed her lip and her mind slipped over to an impetuous desire for him to fuck her again.

Nicki took a deep breath. She didn’t have a damn clue as to how she would get out of this alive. She squeezed her legs together, then turned and slid the latch, pushing open the door.

The prying stewardess was right there, leaning against the food preparation wall. Nicki halted without exiting the tiny compartment and felt her face flame. Damn, nosy bitch! The fire began spinning down between her legs. Nicki met the knowing eyes of the flight attendant and pushed, trying to get her mind power working again.

Nothing. The failure caused her horniness to take another step upward.

The uniformed attendant smiled in a peculiar way, “Anything I can help you with, miss?” She unfolded her arms.

Damn, fucking, piss!! This is fucking embarrassing. “No,” Nicki shook her head, “Everything is just fine now.”

“Well, I noticed that you haven’t been able to nap. Your husband is asleep. If I can give you a hand with anything, please just slide back and let me know.” Her brown eyes danced.

Nicki flushed again. Snotty, smart-assed bitch. If my eyes were working, she’d be on her damn knees worshipping my hot wet slit right in front of the entire fucking plane.

“If you’d like to take the coat off, I have extra blankets.” The smile was bigger.

Nicki swallowed and pasted a small smile on her face. More heat twined about her body as her pussy simmered. She normally didn’t have an exhibitionist bone in her body, but right now, she was slightly dazed by the idea of being ordered to take off her coat and hand it over. She clutched the lapels of the coat tighter with one hand and smoothed the front with the other. “No need. Thanks.”

The attendant offered her a tissue she had balled up hidden in her hand, “Here, you splashed your leg with skin lotion. Right down by your left knee.”

Nicki’s eyes widened and she orgasmed hard at the imagined visual of cum splashes on her legs. Damn, fucking, piss!! She grunted and slightly lost control of her knees. She started to slip and thrust back with her ass, managing to find some balance against the counter behind her. The flight attendant had been watching each little motion and reaction. She stepped closer and reached down wiping Nicki’s leg.

“There, I got it for you.” The brunette whispered, staring at Nicki.

Nicki moaned. Unable to move or speak, she just licked her lips and let her knees spread a bit. God, I’m acting like such a tramp.

The attendant took the invitation for what it was. Standing in the doorway to the bathroom, she slid her hand up Nicki’s thigh and rubbed the soaked lips of her shaved sex. The woman’s red nails slip inside her lips. It felt wonderful and Nicki breathed out, “Yesss.”

The brunette was flushed now. “Open your coat a little, baby,” She whispered to Nicki.

Cum! Cum! Oh, she called me baby! Nicki felt her hands quickly reach down and unbutton the bottom of the coat, spreading the sides apart. The dark gray micro-fiber finish contrasted against her pale long legs.

The brunette fingered Nicki faster, looking down to take in the long pale legs and the naked vulva. “Oh, baby, you are such a hot little slut, aren’t you?”

Cum! Nicki nodded, “Yesss.”

The flushed brunette pushed Nicki back into the washroom and closed the door behind her. “Scoot up on the counter, slut.”

Nicki put her palms on the counter and heaved her ass up on the tiny shelf. There was hardly enough room. This is crazy! I can’t want sex this damned much! I just came three times! Not bad enough I let myself be kidnapped by a hit man, now I’m being controlled by fucking strangers! Nicki pulled her coat open further. Her hard pink nipples were exposed now.

The attendant quickly pinched Nicki’s nipples with her free hand and Nicki came again. The hand between her legs was pure pleasure. Fast and frenetic stimulation. Better than the masturbation that she had done several times today. Nicki lifted her legs and put her heels on the far wall. The brunette standing between her legs slid two fingers into her vagina and worked the thumb on her clit.

Nicki worked her hips a bit and felt the action of her clit and the fingers playing against her. Better. Sparks began to dance at the corners of her vision. Much better. She felt something stir between the two of them. Felt sparks dancing and pushing from her into the brunette.

Her eyes didn’t control minds the way they should, but—. She pushed her pussy at the hand and pushed hard with her clit. She felt the jolt pass. “Yesss. Masturbate!”

The stewardess widened her eyes and reached down to her skirt hem and pulled it up. She began to work her other hand between her own pantyhose covered thighs. “Um.” Her mouth opened to an scarlet ‘O’ shape. She kept her right hand working between Nicki’s legs.

Nicki felt sudden elation combine with the sexual heat. The fire between her legs was good for something after all. She hadn’t imagined things earlier when Mr. Gallant had responded to her in the LA hotel room! She had control again! A different kind of control, not as easy to use, but she wasn’t helpless. She orgasmed with the sudden epiphany and relief.

She pushed hard with her searing clit. “Cum, you smart-assed bitch. Cum your brains out! You’ll ride your own fingers ten times a day! Say it!”

The brunette’s voice shook as she came, “I’ll ride my own fingers t-t-ten times a day.” Her face blotched with flush. Her hips squirmed and she worked herself with her hand.

“Yes!” Nicki exulted to the sense of returned power, “You’re used to dominating other women. Now your own pussy is a submissive fucktoy for your fingers.” Wait. Where did that come from? That sounded like what Angela did to me! She swallowed a tiny sense of dread. Was there something in her head that she didn’t know about? Was she not regaining control at all, only following some surreptitious set of suggestions?

The stewardess nodded quickly, near to another orgasm, “Yes! I love dominating women and now my own pussy is a submissive fucktoy.” She shivered and both of her hands increased their jerking rhythm.

Nicki moaned.

Cum! God! This was hot! This was so twisted, she was creating a little masturbating fucktoy just like herself! Nicki rode the hot spasm that slammed between her own pussy lips again. She started giggling. Look out, Angela! I understand what you’ve done now. I’ve nearly busted your fucking curse! Baby is coming to get you, bitch!

The fire spun madly between her legs, but the passion between them had peaked.

“Hell,” whispered the brunette slowing down, “What the hell did you just do to me?” She gently rubbed her soaked hose. The two women sagged against each other as their tremors slowed.

Nicki looked at the brunette between her spread legs. “It was your idea.” She spoke quickly and her voice was breathy, “Lesson one, Baby. You forced this session. Now you’ll discover a different but equally interesting use for your power. Find me when you’re ready to learn how to change it back. Just think of it as having hoisted you on your own crotchless petard.”

The stewardess stared at Nicki with confusion. She nodded with no real understanding.

Nicki’s words had just tumbled out accompanied by a soft echo of Angela’s voice in her head. Nicki’s face paled. Arousal and repulsion skittered around in her head. Lesson one? Damn, fucking, piss!! When I discovered lesson two, why didn’t I think there must be a lesson one?

* * *

Nicki moved back down the aisle and took her seat next to Mr. Gallant. He cracked an eye open to look at her. “You should stay out of the bathroom for a while, we’re almost to Miami. Do you have to play with yourself that much?”

The question made her sticky slit throb. She shifted her legs. Nicki nodded and husked, “Yes, Master.”

Questions tumbled in her thoughts. There was a lot more going on here. Things were worse than she had realized.

Nicki looked at Mr. Gallant’s profile after he closed his eyes again. He had power over her. Power that she had given him, not understanding how fucked up she was. She had no money. No ID. He hadn’t bothered to buy her clothes. He hadn’t responded to her control the way the stewardess had. He was made of tougher stuff or she hadn’t been hot enough. Using the fire between her legs on him hadn’t insured her safety.

Yet.

He certainly was a cool customer. She thought it would be a good thing to have a hit man with her when she found Angela Montgomery. He obviously had his own reasons for killing Angela. She didn’t mind having a partner who had experience killing. Yet she didn’t want Angela dead; she wanted her to suffer. Angela had done things to her, she felt she was changing and the answers were no longer fitting the questions. Suddenly, all her other concerns seemed manageable.

What wasn’t manageable was “Baby”.

Baby was insinuating herself into everything Nicki was doing. Baby could handle the spinning fire inside on a near constant basis. Baby had the power. In the past, Nicki would pump herself up for a hunt and stick someone with her eyes and that would be that. Baby was turned on constantly at some lower level. Nicki realized she had lost her eye power in the hotel room when she had allowed Mr. Gallant to dominate her. Using her wits and her power now meant following along the path that Angela Montgomery had left for her. Damn, fucking, piss!! Where did that lead but to humiliation and slavery? Why did Angela actually want Nicki to find her? Was the fire between her legs the “different but equally interesting” power or was there something else to this?

So many damn questions. Her hands gripped each other with white knuckles.

She had to find a way to get closer to Mr. Gallant in order to get his help against Angela. Her clit power was the only way to influence him now. More sex was definitely in order if there was to be no question that he would follow her suggestions at the proper time. Yes. She needed to be even more submissive and seductive and hook him on the power of her clit. She needed him more than she needed to get away. She needed to force Angela to answer some of these questions. She started humming to herself. When she realized the tune was ‘Addicted to Love’, she flushed and stopped.

No question about one thing. For now, she survived by playing a mind-fucked slave. She caressed her leg through the soft trenchcoat. Later, Angela would pay dearly for everything.

Everything and then some.

END