Life as a New Hire Ch. 06

"Me next!" Europa begged.

"Put her down right now!" Nikita demanded.

"Cáel, I'm scared," Loraine faux-sniffled. "Hold me." That would have been bad in all kinds of ways. Loraine had picked up a cotton candy colored bra and panty set - from a nice girl - liked to walk around my room in just that and the matching pair of 6 inch heels...which were also in the box.

"No!" Nikita grabbed Loraine's bra strap to impede her progress. Europa slipped past Nikita right as Timothy was putting the exhilarated Aya down. For a child handled like glass most of her life, I could tell the thrill of our roughhousing was reaching deep into Aya's heart. She didn't know that she was still being treated differently than other nine year-olds because being something new was good enough.

From my point of view, I was a good boy. I stopped and gawked at Nikita. Sure, she was wearing forest green boy shorts and matching sports bra, but this was as naked as I'd ever seen her. Her body was pale white unlike Loraine's, which had a faint tan. This did two thing; disappointed Loraine and caused Nikita a terrible conflict of emotions.

Oh, I was still a pig who mostly thought of women as sex objects - but she was the current subject of my porcine desires so I was suddenly more acceptable, or at least, forgivable. My reaction had an unexpected benefit. Nikita remembered that she was here to be a chaperone, not a den mother.

"Loraine, if he drooled at you like that, he knows I would shoot him," she tapped the younger woman.

"But I'm wearing less," Loraine turned around to face Nikita. Now Nikita was the 'worldly' woman lecturing the one blossoming into womanhood - Thank God!

Women ganging up on you isn't always a bad thing and them fighting over you isn't always a good thing. If they fight over you, the winner may still hold you responsible for what happened = no sex. When they settle those issues internally, they are more likely to ignore your flaws to get what they want, namely your attention and body.

Anybody who thinks girls don't want sex as much as a guy has never been shoved into a dark closet with a female total stranger. If you aren't quick, she'll have your cock in her mouth before you can get under her bra - just saying.

"Sometimes you get more out of teasing a man than showing him too much," Nikita taught Loraine.

"What do you think?" Loraine turned back to me.

"What? Huh? I think you two are two too many," I gulped. "I'm going to stand in front of the freezer for a bit." Loraine grinned then turned and shared a special look with Nikita - metamorphosis complete. They were now women, neither Amazon nor outsider.

"No you don't," Europa insisted. "I want to take an 'Aya' flight," she referred to Timothy and me tossing Aya across the admittedly small living room. Timothy easily hefted a giggling Europa up in an arm curl.

"We can do this," Timothy grinned at me. "She's light enough."

Timothy knew how much weight he regularly lifted and how that rated against my slightly lesser bench press. I took his word for it that I could catch a thrown Europa with only one good leg. The doorbell rang and a stillness seized the room.

"Timothy, take Europa to the kitchen," I hissed. "Loraine, Aya - to the bedroom. Nikita - gun." People scrambled. Once they were done, I began to stump to the door. The bell rang again because I was taking a while and the person at the door was impatient. I looked out the peephole and what I saw chilled me. Not opening the door wasn't an option - double negative - ugh.

"Hello Elsa," I glared. She had two buddies, all from the Security Detail. "What can I do for you?"

"This is a spot inspection on the Ruger girls," she informed me.

"I didn't receive any notification of this," I narrowed my gaze.

"That's why it's called a spot inspection, you idiot," Elsa sneered.

"Well, that's not going to happen," I took a deep breath. "Anything else I can 'not' do for you?"

"Don't you recall what I said when we met the first time at Katrina's office?" Elsa smirked.

"Since my death will be rapidly followed by yours, I'll accept the trade," I grinned.

Elsa tried to look past me.

"The woman has a gun?" Elsa wondered.

"She's a police officer with a submitted itinerary," I smiled. "Is there anything else you need to know?"

"I will see the girls," Elsa insisted.

"Elsa, here are your options. You can storm the room and you and your team will most likely die. You can leave. Or, you can strip down under my watchful eye. If I am satisfied you have no weapons, you, and you alone, can come in and see the girls. How's that?"

"You don't dictate conditions to me," Elsa hissed.

"You do what you like. This door closes in ten seconds," I shrugged.

"Girls! Present yourself," Elsa commanded in Old Kingdom Hittite.

"NO!" Aya shouted back a second later in the same tongue. "And leave my Daddy alone."

I heard a drawer open in the kitchen.

"The knives are in the bloc on the counter," I heard Timothy give Europa directions. It must have been her looking for a weapon.

"Loraine," Elsa snapped, "stop this madness."

"Elsa, Officer Nikita and me are arguing if I can use her back up-piece, or not," Loraine responded. "Elsa, I have known and respected you all of my life. If you kill Officer Nikita, I will pick up her weapon and shoot you. Cáel is only doing what a Father would do for his offspring - defending us."

"How about this?" Europa, out of sight in the kitchenette, showed Timothy something.

"Utility knife - good choice," Timothy remarked.

"What have you done to these girls?" Elsa seethed.

"I...I can't say anything that would make a damn bit of difference to you, Elsa. You are willfully blind and I'm too hurt and tired to give a damn anymore."

"3...2...1..." I counted down.

"Fine, I'll submit to a search," Elsa grumbled. Oh, this was going to be fun. This wasn't what I had purposed. It didn't matter. She was here to see me, not the kids. I knew that look. I didn't even ask to take off her clothes. I started, she looked absolutely outraged and she was also juicy enough to slake any man's, or lesbian's, thirst.

The two other security types started out angry then slowly evolved into a guarded curiosity.

"Is this really necessary?" Elsa groused as I took off her belt. I showed her the garrote I found in the folds of the leather accessory. She refused to be apologetic in the least. Beyond the obvious weapons, she had the garrote, 8 small knives and a back-up pistol holstered at the small of her back.

Feeling inside Elsa's bra earned me three dirty looks. I wasn't actually looking for weapons. Her tits looked nice, so I copped a free feel. I'm a pig. Running my hands around inside her panties earned me a death warrant, no doubt. I kept Elsa's arousal to myself. Sticking a finger inside her didn't count as a violation of my 77 day deadline because...I'd make up something later.

"Come on," I beckoned Elsa to follow me. She reached down to pick up her clothes. "No you don't,' I insisted. "I can't be sure I missed something sown into the fabric so you come as you are." This wasn't done out of concern for the girls' safety. This was done because Elsa looked even hotter in her aqua French cut panties and matching sports bra. Oink.

Only when I pushed the door open did Elsa and company realize I'd never closed the portal fully. Contrary to the evidence, I wasn't suicidal. If something had gone bad in the hallway, I was planning to throw my body inside and pray for Nikita to provide me cover fire so I could crawl to the kitchenette.

Once we were inside, I shut and deadbolt-locked the door. Nikita and Timothy peeked out first.

"You go Bro," Timothy chuckled. "She's not here five minutes and you have her out of her clothes. My faith in you is renewed." Nikita's reaction was a bit different.

"Did you search inside her bra and panties too?" was her icy insinuation of my pig-atude.

"Yes he did," Elsa snarled at Nikita. Oh, this would be a real bitch-fest. I was 'saved' by the appearance of the three girls. Elsa's gaze wandered from Loraine to Europa to me. "What is the meaning of this?" That had to be about the lingerie.

"Yeah," Nikita glared at me too. "That's what I asked him."

"These are his trophies from some of his female conquests," Loraine proclaimed proudly. "It makes him even more valuable, being so desired and proficient." There was no way to make that sound acceptable to a NYPD patrolwoman, or an Amazon War Leader. It got better. "Hold on! I'll get the rest of it."

"At least there are more to it," Elsa simmered. When I said better I was being sarcastic.

"Yes, I ran my hands over every inch of Elsa the Head of Internal Security for Havenstone's body, Nikita. I decided to forgo the rectal exam, but her vagina is hot and tasty," I groaned.

"Elsa, please stand aside," Nikita growled. "I'm aiming at the wrong person."

"By all means," Elsa stopped shielding me.

"Hey Elsa," Europa waved with her knife hand. "This is Timothy, he's a homosexual."

"I'm a tattoo artist," Timothy chuckled, "but I think the relevant issue with you is that I don't engage in sexual relations with females. Which reminds me..."

Timothy put down the crowbar he used for home defense, squeezed passed Elsa and retrieved his Nerf gun.

"Oh Jesus," I groaned. At that moment, Loraine came stumbling out in those matching six-in heels. She had clearly never walked in heels before.

This extenuated the badness by causing her to constantly lean forward thus threatening to spill her breasts out of the small, tight bra she was wearing.

"That's the 'rest' of it?" Elsa snarled at me.

"Ow!" I grunted as Timothy shot me. He reloaded and handed the weapon to Elsa.

"Here, have a go at him," Timothy joked. "It helps relieve my stress." Whack - Ow!

"Damn it! Would someone please remember I was shot with an arrow today," I howled. Aya wiggled past Nikita and rushed to place herself between me and danger.

"Stop beating up my Daddy...I mean Cáel," Aya declared. "He's not my Daddy yet."

"He is not your Daddy ever, Aya," Elsa insisted.

"I don't know about that," Nikita holstered her sidearm. "With the way their mother was eating him up with her eyes..." Whack! That was Elsa punching me in the shoulder. I truly appreciated Aya's defense, but I wished she was taller.

"Is there any woman at Havenstone you are not seducing?" she accused me.

"Can I get back to you on that?" I evaded.

"Cáel!" Nikita blasted me with outrage.

"Cáel, come back to the bedroom and I'll comfort you," Loraine offered.

"NO!" Nikita and Elsa shouted.

"Male," Elsa blindly handed the Nerf gun back. "Reload."

"You are certainly a bunch of wacky dames," Timothy snickered. "Cáel, would you please start banging them. The estrogen floating around this place is starting to fuck with my mind."

"Not happening," Nikita stated firmly.

"He cannot sate my lusts," Elsa pledged. Invitation to try.

"Lady, I really don't know who you are, but I've had to put up with twenty orgasms in one night, so if you think your that much of a sexual badass, plan to have your mind broken," Timothy stated with certainty.

I looked at him in confusion. Timothy was struggling to put a face to the lack of sleep.

"That girl from the Korean place," we said simultaneously. Damn, she'd been flexible and in great shape. She ran 10K's. I really should call her back.

"Timothy, how many woman has Cáel been with?" Nikita turned on him.

"In the one month I've known him..." Timothy ruminated for over thirty seconds, "Between twenty-five and thirty. I'm sure it would have been higher except I took him to some of my spots occasionally on the off chance he ever got curious." Elsa was confused. Nikita wasn't.

"You took Cáel to gay bars? How did that go?" Nikita was deeply suspicious...again.

"Like blood in the water with sharks," Timothy laughed. "I had to put my arm around him just to keep some of them at bay."

"To be fair, I took Timothy to some straight nightclubs to act as a wingman," I offered. The three sisters were taking cultural notes. I was sure they would ask for clarification on some of the terms later.

"At least he went home alone some of the time," Elsa said gloomily.

"Not really. There is this bartender at one of my favorite clubs. I had assumed she was a lesbian. Cáel got her phone number with his second drink," Timothy corrected them.

"She is bi-sexual," I corrected. "Her domestic partner is a lesbian...I did her too, in a three-way."

The loaded Nerf gun went back to Elsa's hand and she would have shot me, but Aya batted the projectile out of the air. I think everyone was stunned by that act of physical coordination.

"On that note," Elsa sighed. "I should be going. The girls are fine, if oddly clothed. Cáel, I need to give you a few instructions in private." Sex.

"Use my room," Timothy chuckled and pointed the way. He knew the score.

"I'll go with you," Nikita announced.

"No," Elsa held up her hand. "This is Havenstone business." She went to Timothy's room and I hobbled along. She shut the door once I was inside.

"I hate you," she stared at me intently. Translation - I'm going to fuck you.

"Are you going to hurt me if I kiss you?" I cut straight to the chase. These Amazons couldn't ask a male for a damn thing. If they couldn't compel us under the threat of death, they were helpless in establishing a rapport.

"Why would I want to kiss you?" she defied me. Because you nearly rearranged my tonsils last time we were together perhaps?

"I miss the taste of your lips," I declared. "I was hoping you felt the same way." She did.

"You were very brave today," she abruptly shifted her emotional vector. Whatever excuse worked for her was good enough for me.

Elsa dragged her fingers along my chin, cheek and ear before wrapping up my hair and pulling me in to brutal kiss. I tore myself free.

"We are not allowed to kiss," I reminded her. Man, she and Buffy had the 'I'll kill you with my eyes' glare down pat. "Can I show you an alternative?"

When she didn't stop me, I tugged on the bottom of her sports bra and carefully pulled it over her breasts. I flicked the left nipple with the tip of my tongue then switched to the right. Her resistance was melted away by her rising temperature. Being as we were (somewhat) alone, my hands went both front and back this time, underneath the panties.

Spanking and restraint weren't the path to take with Elsa. She wanted to be in charge. I was able to make her settle for being pleasured in silence. She didn't tell me what to do, dominate, or physically direct me. I forced her to accept my level of sexual proficiency and she ended up being an extremely happy camper.

"Stop seeing women outside of Havenstone," Elsa panted as she clutched me tightly and her climax subsided. "It makes me angry." I snorted so she pinched my nipples.

"Uh...," I grunted. "Not going to happen," then, "Promise me something."

"Why would I promise a male anything?" she moaned wantonly against my shoulder.

"Promise you will kill me quickly when the time comes," I continued. She tilted up and looked into my eyes.

"Why would I be forced to kill you?" Elsa studied me. She was the Security Chief.

"I only bend so much, Elsa. I make a lousy pet and a worse kiss-ass," I explained.

"When my time comes, I won't be relocated. I'll die killing as many of you as I can," I related. "I know this is your job, so I respect you enough to let you know how it will end for both of us."

"Do you think you could kill me?" Elsa regarded me with what might have been respect.

"I think I will have to try," I replied honestly. She nodded.

I suspected Amazons didn't have a code of honor equivalent to Chivalry, or Bushido. No, there was no dishonor in ambushing, overwhelming, or deceiving an opponent. No victim, outside their sect, was off-limits. No enemy received preferential treatment. Even if they respected their adversary, such as Buffy's reverence of the jaguar, they would kill you no matter what.

Even among themselves, they were bloody serious as witnessed by the punishment meted out to Leona. The Blonde Archer had not appreciated that her offense didn't involve me, but Hayden and the Council. She was already under a death sentence when she defied Hayden again and that had been fatally resolved on the spot. Only Ursula had been openly upset by the gesture.

Suspecting all of that, why had I told Elsa? Simply put, I lived by my own code. As Buffy and Helena had pointed out, I would have been better off letting Rhada slap my twice. It simply wasn't in me. In the same way, I didn't stay down despite the beating Madi inflicted. I fought on knowing I was alone because that was who I was.

Had I not respected Katrina, I would have never knelt. I didn't kneel out of respect - I had done it to survive. My respect of Katrina meant I believed she was giving me a way out and I took it. Hayden earlier today was also different. I did what I did for Aya and I wasn't sure why. Something in the child's soul called to me.

In a way, stepping into the firing line, in front of Leona and finally baring my throat to Hayden were for Aya. That was not truly different to me than dating four Sorority sisters without them knowing about each other. Did I predict disaster? Yes. Did do it anyway? Yes. Did I have a memorable time? Absolutely.

All three questions applied to helping Aya too, with the same answers. No regrets.

"You cannot win," Elsa stated. "We have every advantage."

"No. I cannot survive, but I can try to go out on my own terms," I explained. "If I avoid being raped and enslaved, even if it means my death, then I have won and you have lost."

"Your life is not that important to us," Elsa tried to reason things out for me.

"My life is the only one I have," I grinned. "It is important to me."

"If you remain defiant, we will destroy you," she explained.

"Thank you," I touched my forehead to her forehead.

"That was a threat, you idiot," Elsa looked perplex, "not a pledge." She didn't move away.

"The moment that makes sense, you will know you have to kill me," I countered.

"Because you think I will be in love with you?" Elsa mocked me.

"No. You will respect me. Then you will know that I am better off dead than enslaved," I said.

"I need to go," Elsa muttered after half a minute's hesitation. "Don't think this changes anything," she added. I laughed. I was still chuckling was we returned to the crowd in the living room. Nikita slipped off to get her pistol as Elsa turned the locks then exited the apartment. Timothy shut the door and things were quiet for a moment.

"Movie time," Timothy declared. "First up is Victor/Victoria. Nikita, could you order up some Korean delivery? Cáel, take a seat before you keel over. Aya, could you go to the bathroom and get the medical kit. Loraine and Europa, get dressed in your pajamas before your sexiness causes our boy to die from blood loss."

A few whispers and the sisters figured out what Timothy meant by 'blood loss'. The older two giggled and headed off to the bedroom while Aya brought the medical supplies. Timothy and Nikita, with the girls in observance, redressed my wounds. Timothy and Nikita were shocked by my lack of pain-killers.

Timothy taunted me with the fact that he could have gone out and gotten me some 'stuff', except I'd invited a cop over. Nikita offered to take me to a hospital. Since I had been given a small bottle of antibiotics, I decided to forgo the whole 'who shot you' rigmarole. Timothy paid for the food delivery and we all dug in.

When Nikita went to the bathroom, he handed me a note from the Korean girl. It was a number and 'Call Me'. Timothy couldn't stop chuckling even after Nikita came back. I put Aya to bed after Victor/Victoria ended. The rest of us sat up for a viewing of 'Cabaret' which had all kinds of things for the older girls.