Life as a New Hire Ch. 14

Except for a few hand motions, it was verbal instruction. Knife from an advantage, knife from the front, and knife at a disadvantage. Each had its own set of rules to follow. It was cool. Me having a penis didn't bother her in the least. At the end of the lesson, I asked if I could call her Zen Master. She said 'no', her name was Pamela.

I then asked if I could call her Zen Mistress Pamela. Smiling, she said 'no' again. My last attempt was 'Blossoming Petals of Death Pamela' at which point she laughed and told me to give it a rest. I found myself with a free hour so I raced down to the pool and took in a few laps. It was a crime against nature that all the Amazons were one-piece bathing suits.

Here I was in my Speedo and no one to play with. That wasn't really true. After my first lap, two Amazon lasses tried to engage me in a race without actually talking to me. As they were turning back they realized I was keeping to my same strong, casual strokes in my own little World.

That annoyed them so the next time around, one got into my lane, turned to face me and stopped. Right according to plan, or if you prefer, like stealing candy apple kisses from a lady. I almost ran into her. At the very last second, I pulled up, letting my body coast up against her. She was treading water and looking vibrant.

Her treading water meant I didn't have to. One hand settled on her mid-back (friendly enough), but the other one cupped her right buttock and immediately probed along her cleft and to her pussy from behind. Her 'Happy Choice' pop-up indicators went off and I had a winner. I was sure I could have pointed a shotgun in this woman's face and she'd have spit on me.

With my cock bumping up against her crotch, my finger wiggling around her suit for her pussy and my other arm keeping her close, she looked totally flummoxed.

"What are you doing?" she whispered. I was sure she wanted to have that sound authoritative, not like plea for an instruction manual.

"How about this," I replied quietly, "you keep your hands moving and I'll kick so that you can wrap your legs around my waist?"

"Why would I want to do that?" she asked...while her legs wrapped around my waist. A little positon altering with my hand and I was having her pulse against my cock.

"Deena?" the other Amazon called out. She was swimming in close proximity now.

"I..." Deena responded to her comrade. "You are taking liberties," she chastised me even as an erotic smile graced her lips.

"Please don't turn me in," I murmured to her. My lips were a few millimeters from hers.

The other woman could clearly make out our physical relationship between us.

"Stop that," the unnamed woman demanded.

"Aaahhh..." Deena moaned as I slipped two fingers past her swimsuit and into her slick cunt. The stranger tried to separate us, but Deena shook her head. "No...we are okay."

"Stop it," I whispered. "Don't make me...don't make me...don't," and kissed. Total lie for the sake of our voyeur. Deena wasn't currently capable of making me doing anything. Why was I doing this? Out of control libido plus stress plus I still had Yasmin and Felix to deal with. Oh yeah, Deena being cute, firm and just curvaceous enough to be Grace Kelly feminine didn't hurt.

"Why are we doing this?" Deena murmured sexily.

"Am I making you happy?" I posed. She thought about it then nodded.

"I thought being with a male would be more difficult," she countered.

"Stop looking so athletic," I teased her, "and it will be easier for me to get away."

Calling an Amazon 'pretty', or even 'beautiful' would have limited, if any affect. Better words were 'impressive, swift, healthy, fit and athletic, because that's what they valued in one another. Even 'scary' and 'frightening' were turning out to be good words to use. They never got enough male input to matter.

"You are very healthy for a male," Deena purred back.

"How healthy?" the other one asked. She was now more curious than offended with my audacity.

"He's VERY healthy, Sharona," Deena smiled. "He has strong fingers as well."

I knew the look Sharona shot me. It was the 'why her and not me?' The answer was clear to her - Deena had been bold, thus won. It was traditional Amazon culture. I was easier to blame me because I was the guy. All three of us knew the score. More kissing and kitty-petting ensued. It became even more rewarding when I eventually bumped into Deena's clit.

I didn't have to do much. My finger rubbed against her nub, Deena really liked that and started humping my finger before I could do anything. Public sex had never been a stimuli for me. I didn't mind it and by the number of Amazons circling, or watching from poolside, they didn't mind what Deena was 'doing' to me either.

There was no screaming, thunderclap of joy, or even a violent physical spasm. Deena pressed tight, made several yipping noises and came down whimpering happily. She was a truly content little camper; that was for sure.

"You had sex!" one of the bystanders called out. I looked into Deena's eyes.

"If you say 'yes', I'll wake up tomorrow morning in Baku Faso," I whispered.

"No...no we weren't," Deena gave me a sultry look. "We were practicing lifeguarding techniques. Did I save your life...?"

"I'm Cáel," I breathed on her lips. "Yes, I feel like a whole new man."

"We will have to hone your skills - real soon," Deena winked. That was not a request. That was 'come back, or I'll hunt you down'.

"I normally cannot make it before five," I informed her.

"That works for me," Deena pulled away. She gave a warm sigh as my fingers slipped out of her. I made for the side. As I pulled myself out, my equipment straining at the seams, several wonderful ladies surrounded me.

"Do you think you are leaving?" they confronted me.

"I have a five o'clock end-of-day meeting with Katrina," I calmly explained. Katrina was my 'Get out of Jail' free card that allowed me to escape the pool and the shower without becoming a scratching post. Amazons aren't animals; I'm just that sexy. Yes, I could pick up almost any girl at a club. I also had various Amazon pre-ordering collars with my name on it. By now my neck size was common knowledge.

(Wednesday Evening)

The stuff of my nightmares: I walk out from the end of day meeting with Katrina and the new hire ladies two see a gaggle of other women waiting for me, I assumed. I knew them all. Farah Winters recruited me from Bolingbrook, Umami Lhasa who was Tessa Carmichael's right-hand woman, Tessa herself...and Yasmin Palhavã, my Brazilian hottie and workout date.

"Hi Cáel," they all greeted me.

"Hey ladies," I did my best to look happy. "What's going on?"

"Havenstone has offered me a job," Yasmin grinned. How could this possibly go wrong? Yasmin thought this place was run by a crazy cult, so why did she look at ease?

She could be trying to infiltrate Havenstone - bad idea. She could have had a conversion - I hope her son would be okay. She was...high on drugs...okay, the last one was weak.

"What department?" I kept going.

"We are trying to convince her to start out in Security Services (the guards) then move her up to Financial Investigations due to her expertise with the Policia Federal in her homeland," Tessa said.

"Cáel, by the look on your face, I know you are concerned. Ms. Carmichael - Tessa, has told me some things that put the situation in perspective," Yasmin gave me an all so sexy look. "You are far braver than I thought you were."

"What? That I invested the entirety of my 401K on the comeback of Baleen Oil?" I joked.

"My Son will be okay," Yasmin patted my hand. Was I that much of an open book?

"Do you have an instinct to protect children?" Umami inquired.

"Not before I got here, but then I didn't know anyone who would casually kill children either," I responded. I had to ask the next question. I couldn't be me and not.

"Tessa, can I ask you a serious question?" I began. Tessa nodded. "Why was Yasmin 'read in' to Havenstone? I don't doubt for a second she's a qualified as an investigator, but this strikes me as highly unusual and even reckless for your...people."

"It was this, or kill her," Tessa answered. "By the way, that was Yasmin's first question too."

"Precisely, my question was 'are you going to kill me for that crazy cult stuff that went down last week?'" Yasmin corrected. "She said I had to answer two questions to decide that." In a bizarre, Amazon-style way, that made sense. Yes, Yasmin would beat her husband nearly to death for cheating on her - and shooting her, and she would willingly have sex again.

I knew this because Buffy told me her backstory and it had Katrina asking her the two questions as well.

"Yasmin, let me clarify this right now," I held my ground. "I'm cheating on you. Please don't hit me. It has been a bad day and the pain has just begun."

And all the psycho-bitches laughed.

"Let's go practice, É o meu P.A.," Yasmin chuckled. No one was going to tell me what the damn phrase meant. I dare not look it up on-line because if I did, and Yasmin saw that flicker of understanding in my eyes...bad things would happen to me in the bedroom. No, I needed an alibi witness.

To be honest, I thought the bedroom was Paradise until some ladies (I'd cheated on - surprise, surprise) tied me to one. Having my body waxed by sadistic amateurs was only recently exceeded by being shot with an arrow on my pain meter. It is not something I like to talk about. They dyed my hair bright pink too.

I ended up nailing the new assistant at the College infirmary, so it wasn't a total loss. Oh, and less I forget, they both took me back later, at the same time, without telling each other. It is a wonder I'm still alive. In an effort to keep that going, I took us to the non-blooded gym this time around.

It wasn't as nice as the full-blooded one, but it was still very full service. The biggest difference I had noticed earlier was the lack of archaic weapons on the wall near the training mat. Yasmin and I decided on a 40/20 split - forty minute of working out and twenty minutes on the mats. Around 5:30 pm, Felix showed up. Like me, he automatically drew attention and he'd clearly been cultivating his aura.

He barely spared me a glance, being absolutely confident he had the advantage in every aspect of our contest - both physically and socially. Within minutes a subliminal ripple moved through the crowd. I was spotting Yasmin so it took me a bit to figure out what was going on - full-bloods had entered. One by one, I picked out Daphne, Paula, Dora, Tigger, Violet and Oneida.

They weren't coming at me - that would have kept things calm. No, 'my' ladies were circulating and I didn't need ESP to figure out what they were saying. In the ladies' wake, evil looks where shot Felix's way. Once more, he felt the undercurrent but misunderstood it. He thought I was seeding the crowd against him.

One Amazon 'Runner' cleared up the nature of the disturbance, if not reason for the outrage.

"Did you really take a woman's underwear to use as a trophy to throw in Cáel's face?" the disbelieving woman asked. Felix was fearless.

"Of course not," he assured her. "One of Cáel's many one night stands stopped by my place, slept and forgot...something. That's all."

Good play. Since I wasn't in on sabotaging Felix, I had no counter and I wasn't going to get into a he-said/he-said contest that would leave me looking petty. Poor Felix, he kept forgetting we worked for some really smart women. Around thirty women into Felix's counter-propaganda campaign, Daphne struck. She was confronted by a pro-Felix lady.

"Really?" Daphne announced loudly. "Let's clear this up why don't we." She pulled out her phone, hit one number and said, "Please project that footage to the 'Runner' gym."

Ten seconds later, Felix and my conversation was projected to every TV suspended around the room. Yes, even Felix's boast and getting in my face.

This wasn't solely Daphne's doing. She didn't have that kind of weight. Oneida on the other hand...Felix barely missed a beat.

"Nyilas, you pulled that all out of context," he growled. The best defense is a great offense.

"Felix, I'm a guy. No way in Hell I have the kind of access to security tapes," I held up my hands, proclaiming my innocence.

Felix missed the 'I'm a guy' part. The women didn't. Most of them know I skated the rules, but never broke them. Yes, Katrina liked me. Would she give me access to security? That was laughable. Felix was about to pack on the stupidity.

"Fine, you had one of your cheerleaders do it," Felix counterthrust.

Cheerleader was not a 'positive' Amazon role model. Cheerleaders were women who promised sexual reward to male warriors that defeated their enemies (a bit of a biased view). The bipolar normal world reaction to cheerleaders aside, I knew cheerleaders were athletes who worked hard to pull off relatively complex routines. Telling the Amazons this was pointless.

If any woman in this room had known a cheerleader before surrendering their old existence to become lethal man-killers, they probably didn't like them. If they had been a cheerleader, they were keeping their mouths shut.

"Are you implying we have lied and altered the official record of events?" Daphne sizzled.

See, lying to me and Felix was expected. Lying to their fellow Amazons, despite the Blood Prestige rift, wasn't going to happen. Trust and loyalty were fundamental virtues here. I imagine Felix had read that passage in the Handbook. I hadn't believed it for the first two days either. I'd been educated since then.

"I wouldn't put it past you," Felix glared right back at Daphne. Foolish - stupid.

"Yasmin, I gotta go," I hissed to my Brazilian MILF then rushed to get to Felix. I wasn't doing it for Felix, the douche. I was doing it for Katrina and her New Directive. Felix had not officially fucked up; he was just being a jerk.

Daphne sent Felix a wicked smirk. She'd kicked his ass. Felix knew his ass had been kicked yet still couldn't grasp the underlying principles behind his defeat - he was in a Woman's World.

"Felix, let's warm up," I urged him once I was close enough to be heard.

"After that stunt - you can go fuck yourself," Felix glowered.

"Dude, it wasn't me, I swear," I met his gaze.

"I'm here. You find your own space," Felix indicated another portion of the mat.

"Felix, these ladies are about to kill you. You do not want to send me away," I whispered. Felix formed a rebuttal then looked around.

"Why?" Felix whispered back. Felix was finally acknowledging he'd lost. Now he wanted to know why.

"I can't explain it right now, but let's say 'cheerleader' was the wrong descriptive to use," I continued. "Calling them liars only dug the hole deeper. It is the way it is."

Felix didn't understand my words, but understood the intent. He was in Oz without any knowledge of the tornado that had taken him there. We didn't spar together. I did stay close enough to make my intent clear - there would be no ambushing of Felix. You had to understand Amazon psychology to figure out why they weren't angry with me.

I was exhibiting loyalty - especially to a person I hated. Amazons had blood feuds, the specifics I hadn't figured out. You could probably kick your opponent's ass. If you stabbed them in the back, there was no rock on the face of the Earth you could hide under.

"He practices Muay Thai and Savate," Oneida snuck up on me. "I lend you my spirit," she added with deep compassion.

I turned on her and placed my hand between her breasts.

"No. No cheating in this fight," I insisted. That drew many stares. "Hold your spirit for the battles that matter, not for the resolution of male grievances. Your heart is fierce and I appreciate that, Oneida. No one's spirit is infinite, so marshal your resources carefully."

Yes, I was lecturing Oneida - bad move. Yes, I was safeguarding her spirit, as would any of the other Amazons in the room - good move. Cloaking my lecture and concern in mystical terms - the win.

"I care deeply for you too," Oneida gave me a demur look, "my Ash Man." Kill me. Kill me now.

This culture didn't have a 'ready-set-go'. When one person was ready, they attack without warning. I almost forgot that and blind-sided Felix. I didn't hold back for him. I held back because I didn't want him to be a whiny baby about this whole thing. I gave him a nod, he nodded back then he attacked.

Two piston kicks by Felix backed me up. He switched up with a reverse roundhouse. That was his mistake - I slipped inside his kick range. I came at him - left jab, left jab, and a right cross in such a rapid blur the audience later told me their brains didn't register the hits until after the fact. It was lights out for Felix. His body made a wet, thumping noise at it hit the mat.

There was a hush. Everyone expected this fight to go the distance. I was more renowned for my stamina than punching power. Welcome to the world of light heavy-weight boxing. My problem with Madi had been I couldn't touch her. I hadn't even gone all out with Rhada and I dropped her with two jabs.

A good number of 'martial artists' think of boxing as a primitive fighting form. It is. It has also been around forever because the principles are rather simple and effective. Either don't get hit, or soak up the hit (particularly for heavier fighters), set your opponent up and clobber then. Felix had meant to control me with his powerful kicks.

Both Savate and Muay Thai have excellent fist and elbow blocks and strikes. It is simply difficult to switch your focus from kicking to blocking in the blink of an eye. That was less time than what I gave Felix. Most people think of boxers as freight trains, not snipers. In truth, we are both - locomotives approaching the speed of light (somewhat).

Double back to all the options Savate and Maui Thai boxers have. They would never be afraid to take a risky kick because they can block in so many ways. Suddenly the issue became one of distance and balance. The boxer was at the kicker's ankle at the moment of supposed impact and closing. By the time the kicker realized the kick's over-extension the boxer was at his knee.

The kicker still had a plethora of elbow, arm and hand blocks and grapples - except all his power has gone down that kicking leg, leaving him with on point of balance; his other leg. Sure he could get an arm up, but it only had the strength and weight of that limb to call upon. The upcoming hit? It had the mass times acceleration of the boxer's body coming at him. Good luck.

Felix could have beaten me, except it would have taken time. Closing would have allowed him to use all those nifty elbow, palm and hand strikes. It would have also allowed me to do what boxers to best - box. This wouldn't give me an advantage, just leveled the playing field a bit. He didn't want to grapple. I had an entire school devoted to grappling while it was an addendum to what he did.

Felix's saw me go to a boxing stance, and like most practitioners of Savate and Muay Thai, he laughed inside. He was going to make a mockery of me because my style sucked and his styles were the ones that best broke your enemies and caused them pain. He was going to knock me back with his kicks then close in and pummel me with every part of his body before I could slip into jujitsu. It would be lightning fast and bloody.

Nice in theory; bad in practice. He should have worn me down with his stronger legs. Things fell apart when I stopped running away after the second kick. I couldn't do much about the piston kicks. The reverse roundhouse on the other hand...allowed me to get close. I put him off-balance with two jabs, not letting him escape and out came the right with my entire mass behind it. I've hit a guy with that before who didn't go down.