Invaders

Lydia's large pupils were growing even larger as she studied her reaction. It was as if the brunette was trying to work out exactly what it was that was providing her pleasure. Susie watched as the hypnotising grey eyes glanced down at her open jeans, as if another thought had occurred to the woman. Her body jerked as Lydia's hand reached downwards, slithering like a snake inside the gap in her jeans and down into her thong.

"No," she mumbled, placing her fingers on Lydia's wrist but unable to immediately muster the strength to pull her hand away.

"No?" the brunette asked. Her face creased in curiosity as she checked Susie's reaction to her experimenting touch. Her voice was matter of fact. "Your face tells me otherwise."

Susie moaned. The fingers inside her thong had found her clit.

"No," she repeated, summoning the will to resist from somewhere. Her body needed relief but not this way. Bill was waiting for her. Her hand tightened around Lydia's wrist, but even as she began to drag it away, the brunette flared her nostrils and sent a puff of smoke across the short distance between them.

Susie's hand relaxed on Lydia's wrist as the aroma pervaded her senses. A sense of wellbeing flowed through her combined with a desperate need for relief.

"That's better," Lydia breathed into her ear as her fingers began to move again. "You'll soon be one of us."

"Us..."

"Mmmm... It was planned for the party but I've just converted Harry. It will take a few hours for it to take full effect, but he's already able to do the same with you. Would you like that?"

Susie stared at Harry over Lydia's shoulder as she tried to understand what the brunette was telling her. It wasn't easy to think straight. Harry was stroking his spent member back to life as he watched the two women. Her body shuddered with arousal. As his cock grew hard in his hand, she found herself wondering what it would feel like inside her.

"That's right," Lydia whispered, as if she could read her thoughts. Another emission from her nostrils mesmerised her prey. She moved her spare hand It would feel so very good..."

Susie nodded, pushing her buttocks away from the door and involuntarily thrusting her hips forward. Her body slid down the wall a few inches as she rubbed her needy pussy against Lydia's wrist. The brunette seemed to instantly understand. She stiffened her arm so that Susie's overheated sex could gain more purchase as she rubbed herself towards a climax.

"Oh God..."

"There isn't one," Lydia murmured. She slid one, two and then a third finger inside her prey, fucking her slick sex as if she was using a dildo.

"Oh God, ohGod..." Susie squeezed her thighs together as Lydia curled her fingers and scraped them along her internal walls. It was difficult to tell whether the brunette's fingers were fucking her, or if she was fucking the magical hand.

She stared at Harry's cock over Lydia's shoulder as she humped her curvy hips against the working digits. The pressure on her clit was taking her towards a delicious inevitability. But just as the dam was about to break, the fingers were leaving her...

"No," she half shouted, only for Lydia's comforting voice in her ear to still the objection.

"Ssssh," the brunette whispered, as she crooked a finger at Harry. "It's time."

***

Bill realised events had moved on quickly since he'd made the phone call. None of the couples he passed on his return journey to the dressing rooms were actually fucking, but a few were well on the way. And the moans he heard behind every closed door as he hurried back left no room for misinterpretation.

He tried to rationalise the concerns bubbling away in his mind as he retraced his steps. The Old Man's monotone replies to his questions were bizarre—and the manner of his U-turn on Steve Russo was alarming. It had something to do with the blonde craze. But what?

Then there were the strange words he'd left him with. Everything is fine. You'll see later tonight...

Did that mean at Charlie Morton's party? What did the after gig party have to do with The Old Man? And where was Charlie? After all the club owner's efforts, it was inconceivable that he wouldn't have been at the arena. Yet he'd made no attempt to contact Bill.

His boss had made it clear that the increasing number of blonde men in the Agency weren't pulling their weight. Susie had told him that two of them—Daniels and Campbell—had acted like they'd had a personality bypass. And the large numbers of them among their fans tonight seemed intent on pairing off with women as if part of a premeditated exercise.

He clenched his teeth in frustration as he reached the dressing rooms again. His muddled mind couldn't put the pieces together and he couldn't help but think he was overlooking some crucial link. There had to be something he was missing...

"What the fuck..." The words came out instinctively. Frankie and Patrick were drinking beer together. The keyboard player was still in his fur coat but he'd removed his top hat. Bill's shocked gaze took in his expressionless face—and his blonde hair.

The two men turned to look at him on hearing the curse. Patrick's frown turned into a smile and he held up a fresh bottle of beer. "Hey, don't worry. We saved you one, Bill."

The shocked man ignored him. After all the thoughts that had just been racing through his brain, this was the last thing he expected. "When did you do that?"

Frankie stared at him blankly and it was Patrick who answered for him. "I know," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "He took us by surprise, too."

Bill ignored the saxophonist for a second time. "I'm talking to you, Frankie."

"I know."

"What's the story?"

"Story? There is no story."

Bill stared at the normally flamboyant keyboard player. Frankie's performance had been subdued tonight, he'd realised that during the gig. And now he was talking to him in a similar fashion to the way The Old Man had addressed him.

"Are you okay?" he asked, searching Frankie's eyes.

"Of course."

Bill shook his head. When he glanced sideways at Patrick again, the sax player shrugged as if to say he couldn't work it out either. Another thought hit him as he stared at the two men. One that sent shivers down his spine. "Where's Susie?"

"I thought she was with you."

His narrowing eyes checked the corner of the dressing room. Had Susie been back here after she'd left for the bathroom? Without another word he swung on his heels, rushing from the room but pausing outside the door. He thought quickly. He'd gone to the right to find a quiet space to call the Old Man, so Susie must have headed left.

The restrooms weren't far down the corridor and he decided to check them out first. Okay, it was unlikely she'd still be there but he'd take it one step at a time. In his hurry, he slammed the door open so hard that the frame hit the wall, shattering the frosted glass and spreading it across the floor.

"What the fuck..." he gasped for the second time in five minutes.

Bent over the counter, Susie's confused expression stared at him as she turned her head towards the sound. Her jeans and thong were gathered around her knees and Harry stood behind, his erect cock about to drive into her black body. At first Bill thought she was a willing participant, but the vacant look on her face suggested otherwise.

She looked as if she'd been drugged...

Beside her, Lydia had his girlfriend's dark hair gathered in her fist and was holding her head firmly as if keeping her in position. For a few seconds he stared at the startled expressions covering their faces and then, in two long strides, he'd covered the distance between them.

Wiping away some blood on his chin from the shattered glass, he bent forward to help a disorientated Susie drag her thong and jeans up her body. When he tried to fasten the metal button at the front, he felt Harry's hand grip his arm and pull him back.

"Fuck off," he snarled, twisting around. Harry looked almost comical with his semi-hard cock leading the way. He pushed his hand in the band member's strangely expressionless face but when Harry came back at him again, he decided enough was enough. A wild swing of his right fist rocked the drummer back on his heels.

"Come on," he barked at his girlfriend, gritting his teeth as the pain spread through his throbbing hand. Hitting people looked so simple in the movies. He found her shaking hand, glanced at her confused face as he pulled her behind him.

"Come on, Susie," he said again as she hesitated, his voice softer this time. There'd be plenty of time to work out exactly what had happened. For now he had to get them to safety.

Lydia took a step infront of him as he hurried forward, blocking their way. His thrusting palm and heaving push removed the threat. It gave Harry time to get back at him but the stupid bastard half tripped on the leather trousers that were still around his ankles. Two punches helped him on his way to the floor.

Bill's face contorted as his right hand throbbed again and he took Susie's arm with his left, pulling her toward the open door. He had no intention of outstaying their welcome and had worked out that if they reached the Emergency Exit, they'd be outside inside thirty seconds.

Then he'd find out exactly what had happened.

That Night

"Are you okay?" The back streets were dark enough to provide some protection as they circled the outside of the arena, although even now he wasn't sure what or who he was hiding from.

"I... I don't know..." Susie answered, yanking her hand out of his and holding it to her heaving chest as she leant back against the side of the building.

Despite their predicament, the sight made Bill's cock stir. The persistent rain splattered across her black cleavage presented a sexy picture, as did the way her chocolate brown nipples were revealing themselves through her wet top. He'd insisted on staying close to the sides of the buildings after they escaped from the building. That gave some security from anyone who might be following them, as well as protecting their bodies from the worst of the heavy rain.

It would make a sexy image for a future advertising campaign, he idly thought, then wondered how such mundane thoughts could cross his mind at times like this.

Immediately, his thoughts returned to the reality of their situation. He glanced around, straining his ears for any sounds other than the traffic in the distance and the distant rumbling of thunder. For once, the weather forecasters had been spot on with their stormy predictions.

Thoughts bounced around his mind like the persistent rain thudding against the rooftops and splattering the ground around them. Had he overreacted to the sight that had greeted him in the restrooms? Was Susie a willing participant? Or was Harry trying to rape her? Why would he do that in the restrooms—it made no sense! Why hadn't Susie screamed and tried to escape? She'd looked so confused—still did—had she been drugged? What was Lydia's involvement?

"Hang in there," he told her, pulling the befuddled girl into his comforting arms. When he eventually got them back to his apartment, she had a lot of questions to answer. But that could wait. Right now, his focus had to be on safely guiding them away from the vicinity.

Instinct told him that some greater forces were at work and that she'd been an innocent caught up in it all. What was it with Harry, Frankie and The Old Man—and all the blonde men? He hoped Susie could give him the final pieces that would help him put all of this together. Until then, the feeling of dread inside him was intensifying with each passing minute...

His right hand was still throbbing from the punches he'd thrown. Had he really hit Harry? The hand that found his crotch broke the thought.

His eyes found Susie's. The confusion was still there but so was but so was the burning look of arousal that had become so familiar in their brief relationship. "I need you to fuck me..."

For some reason, the words found their way to his cock. It began to lengthen even before her hands began to unbuckle his belt and drag at his zip.

"We can't," he objected, but then she had his cock free.

Her lips were on his neck. "Fuck me."

"Susie, they could be looking for us..."

The hand that slowly jacked his cock stilled the objection. Her infectious urgency and the adrenalin from the last few hours were finding its way into his system, too. With a grunt, his hands went to work on her clothes, unfastening and frantically dragging her tight jeans halfway down her legs. Gripping the top and bottom of her thong, he violently ripped the skimpy garment away from her curvy black body.

"Yes," she gasped, pushing her body back into the side of the building. She hiked her left leg up, wrapping it around his back as one of his hands kneaded her tits and the other supported her thigh. "Fuck me..."

His thick manhood didn't need any guidance—it found its own way home. Both hands dropped to her naked ass, cupping and squeezing each cheek as her hot, panting breath burned his cheek. She was already humping against him, a bitch in heat. It convinced him that Harry must have slipped her something to make her as wild as this. Even in their most passionate lovemaking sessions, she'd never been so uninhibited.

"Come on," she told him, humping harder as she moaned into his ear. Both legs now wrapped themselves around his waist and her arms locked around his neck. "Come on!!!"

Their position against the wall had protected them from the heaviest of the rain but now it was sweeping across the alleyway, adding a surreal feel to the moment. Raindrops were bouncing across Susie's face as they fucked and sex had never felt so uncontrolled or so good. The building seemed to rock from their motions as they went at one another and she wrapped her legs more tightly around him, linking her ankles and pulling him even deeper inside.

"Fuck me," she told him again, biting down hard on the lobe of his ear.

Bill he felt his balls swell. "Fuck, Susie," he grunted. "Not so hard..."

Shaking his head free so that he could escape her teeth, he saw blood on her lips. His blood. Her eyes were wide, like an animal in the wild. The blatant look of unadulterated lust spurred him on. He thrust harder, slamming her body back into the side of the building.

"Yes," she grunted, ignoring the pain of the red brick scraping against her skin. She twisted to change the angle, moaning as her clit rubbed against his shaft. "Fuck me, Bill. Harder..."

He pumped again, his eyes bulging with the effort. She bit his ear again but he didn't slow down. Then her head was back against the wall and her legs were pinching his sides like a vice.

"Ngh! Oh fuck... Yes... Ohfuckohfuckoh..."

Her fingernails dug into his shoulders when she came. The intensity shook her black body as if she'd been plugged into the mains. As she recovered, her mouth slid to his ear, licking around his lobe and sucking in the wet raindrops or maybe his blood. Both their clothes were soaking wet now but neither cared. Then her hands were gripping his wet hair, urging him on again.

"Keep going," she panted, her hips beginning to thrust again, slowly at first but soon building up the pace.

Bill grunted as he felt her velvet walls work him again. Their bodies were in control, not their minds. Digging his hands more tightly into her pumping buttocks, he heaved her curvy black body up against the wall to allow his cock a better angle. Her juicy sex was sliding up and down on his shaft like a well oiled machine and he could feel the pressure growing in his balls.

Her eyes were shut as she neared her second orgasm and for a few seconds he watched her sexy face, tight and twisted as he pumped his way to his climax. A crack of lightening flashed above them as they came; silhouetting the two drenched lovers at the precise moment he exploded inside her and her clutching sex accepted his seed.

***

Almost as soon as their orgasms had run their course, Bill had helped Susie make herself presentable and then done the same with himself. As presentable as they could be in the circumstances! Their clothes were so wet they were sticking to their skins.

Fortune was shining on them. Almost immediately they'd reached the far end of Charing Cross Road, a taxi was approaching, its orange light indicating it was in service.

Bill flagged it down, sliding into the backseat of the cab beside Susie. "Manor Crescent," he snapped through the partially open gap separating front and back. He'd got a good look at the driver before deciding it was safe to enter the vehicle. The man's long grey hair told him it was.

"You've got it guv," the taxi driver nodded. "Got caught in the storm?"

Bill glanced across at Susie and then down at his own wet clothes. Had they really been so lost in their fucking that they'd allowed themselves to get into this condition? The urgency of their exit from the Astoria had of necessity seen them leave their coats in the dressing rooms. A shower and a change of clothes once they reached his apartment was their first priority.

"Yeah," he simply responded as the taxi pulled out into traffic. "Bad timing."

"Been to the gig? There've been a few caught out like you. I heard it was a good concert, though."

Bill didn't immediately respond. A talkative cabbie was the last thing he needed right now. As he shifted in his seat, he realised there was something else amongst the wetness. A layer of prickly heat that made him want to itch at his skin to get rid of it. His head jerked around to stare out of the rear window of the taxi. Maybe he was being paranoid, but that didn't mean they weren't being followed, did it?

"Pull over for a second would you?"

"Here, Guv?" the cab driver asked, pulling up to a curb.

Bill carefully watched the car lights behind them. One vehicle was drifting to the curb, too, stopping maybe a couple of hundred metres behind them.

"What?" Susie asked, grabbing his hand.

He winced in pain. The swelling was getting worse if anything. "I'm not sure if we're being followed," he murmured.

"Followed?" the taxi driver laughed, half turning in his seat so that he could look at his fares. "Let me guess. You're a secret agent?"

"It's a long story," Bill responded, narrowing his eyes as he tried to focus on the vehicle behind them. "You see that black car parked in the bus lane a few hundred metres behind us?"

"I see it."

"Keep your eyes on it as we pull away."

"Keep my eyes on it," the taxi driver chuckled as he slowly eased the cab back into the traffic. His amused eyes were trained on the rear view mirror and after thirty seconds he half turned to his customers again. "He's still waiting back there, Mr. Bond," he grinned. "It looks like we've given them the slip. Was it SMERSH or SPECTRE?"

He laughed loudly, enjoying his own joke as he opened his side window. He reached across onto the seat beside him and held up a cigarette. "You don't mind, do you?" he asked. "It's tobacco, not cyanide." With another roar of laughter, he lit up and sent a cloud of smoke out of the window and into the night air. "Nasty habit. My missus wants me to give up but a man has to have some pleasures, don't you think?"

Bill ignored the man. The adrenalin remained in his body and he felt his chest heaving. Maybe they weren't being followed but he'd feel happier once they reached the safety of his apartment. There was a lot of talking to be done, but only after a change of clothes, something to eat and a couple of whiskies. He glanced across at Susie. "How are you doing?"

"Wet and cold," she softly said.

He slid a protective arm around her shoulder and she snuggled into his body, as if needing the comfort of his closeness. "We're nearly there," he told her.