Chapter 11

Eleven

CALUM

The chair.

It’s what greets me when I awaken the following morning. Creaking of the hinges on the seat wakes me up like an alarm clock as I blink to see the monitor wall in front of me. Spread out by my fingers is a row of gummies, and I pop two.

Three.

Another night I must have fallen asleep observing. My dick is cold, resting on my thigh outside of my jeans, which are flared open at the crotch. Shoving myself back in my briefs, I meander to the shower in my adjoining bathroom and prepare to start my day, another task forming in my mind.

In thirty minutes, I enter the store through the warehouse black curtain, my vision darting to the flames of Jane’s hair as she finishes with a customer. Sneaking in behind her, my finger pokes her side as she taps some buttons on the register. Jumping almost a foot in the air, she spins around. Her arms snatch my biceps, the nails digging into my sweatshirt.

“Hi!” I say casually.

Her face transforms from shock to a forced bright smile. “Hey. I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I didn’t mean to startle you.” My fake chuckle matches hers as we scan each other’s faces, trying to get a read on the other. But while she’s showing horror, I remain a mystery. “I came by to tell you about your second training mission. If you want it.”

“Oh, yeah! Of course. What do you need me to do?” She crosses her arms, which, if I imagine her sweatshirt off, would mean her breasts would be shoved up and her large, pink nipples would be easy for my tongue to lick. Part of me wonders if they have the same flavor as her lips. And does her mouth taste the same as her pussy?

“I need you to visit a supplier. He’s a tough one to crack, so I will go with you⁠—”

“No, I can do it.” Shifting from foot to foot, she looks down at the ground, then back to me.

My brow furrows as I question her. “Are you sure?”

“Do the other guys do it by themselves?”

Schooling my face so I don’t laugh at her genuine nervousness, I say, “Yes, they do.”

“Then, I can, too.”

Got her. And she waltzed right into that one. So eager to please me. “This guy, Larry, he’s not easy to crack. I’m not sure how he’ll respond to a…woman such as yourself coming to pick up the supplies, but we need his supply, Jane. It’s paramount to get it. Winters can get tough, but he helps us out from time to time. He’s all the way in Appleton City.” Crossing my arms, my posture mimics hers. “But, if you’re sure⁠—”

“I am. I’ll get the supply. Whatever it takes.”

Reaching across our divide, I gather some of her hair between two of my fingers and follow it down the length with my gaze. Narrowing my eyes seductively, I let my voice lower and say, “You do such a good job for me.”

Her West Tech hoodie isn’t enough to hide the fact that her nipples become erect with my touch. If I took a deep inhale, I could smell her cunt over the lavender. “I-I try,” she whispers.

“I know you do. You’re a good girl.” The quick rise and fall of her chest let me know my words have their intended effect. After giving her the details of the night’s pickup, I walk backwards toward the black curtain. “Let me know if you have any trouble.”

After completing my rounds at the other stores, I head home to my chair to await nightfall. Monet has prepared an edible lentil loaf with mashed potatoes that I enjoy while scoping out the monitors. Mindlessly, I chew a few caps until the designated time.

Near ten p.m., Jane arrives at Larry’s shitty box ranch house. His security system is much too lax for growing as much as he does in his basement. Sure, we need the product for a hybrid, but I’m more interested in the scene unfolding before me. As if I swallowed a snare, my pulse pounds harder in time with the music playing in my head. Sousa.

Commandeering his hidden security cameras, I observe Jane knock on his front door, rubbing her arms as if she’s cold. A half smirk forms on my lips at her insistence on being hot natured. Larry takes his time getting up from his recliner, his large body waddling to greet her. Brushing back some greasy black hair that’s fallen in his face, he shoves his oversized glasses up his nose, then smiles at her and welcomes her in. Without a hint of subtlety, his hand reaches down to adjust himself in his sweatpants, the action directly observed by Jane’s bowed head. She’s good, though. There’s only a flash of disgust that I can read between her eyes before she gives him a sly smile.

After an invitation, she sits on the sofa, and he takes position back in his recliner while I fiddle with the feed to find the sound. Finally, it pops up through my headset, drowning out the sound of “The Thunderer” playing in my temporal lobes.

“So, if you want the product…Cal said you’d do it.” His voice comes out breathy as he huffs from his trip to the door.

“Cal said?” Jane’s red eyebrow perches as she tilts her head in disbelief.

“Yep. Didn’t he tell you whatever it takes?”

Here it is…the moment I’ve been waiting for. My dick grows hard with anticipation, so much so, it bobs free when I reach down to lower my jeans and underwear. Holding it still with one hand, I wait while Jane bites her bottom lip, scanning the room. No doubt to see if I am watching or not. But…you’re in Appleton, Jane. How could I be watching?

Licking my lips, I let my thumb rub over the head of my cock. Her hesitation causes it to throb and ache with need. What will she do?

“Yeah, okay. I’ll do it.” Jane stands and shrugs off her leather jacket, leaving it on the sofa, then rubs her palms together quickly like she’s preparing for a fight. Walking over to his chair, she kneels before him as he pulls down his sweatpants, revealing his short, squat dick almost covered by a stomach roll. From the angle I observe, it doesn’t even look that hard.

Larry leans back some as Jane lowers her head to his crotch. Swirling her tongue, she avoids any eye contact with him as he moans from the first touch. Mimicking her movements, I twirl the pad of my thumb around my tip. When her mouth dips, my hand strokes. As she cups his balls, my left hand does the same. Her cheeks sink in, and I apply more pressure, panting out breaths as I get closer to climax while she works him over.

Larry grips the back of her head and, just as he is about to come, she peers up in the corner at the camera, her eyes widening with realization. While watching her watch me, I groan and thrust my hips into my hand, spurting ropes of cum all over my thighs.

Jane sits back on her heels and spits his spunk on the old shag rug, wiping her mouth with her hand while eyeing the camera in the corner suspiciously.

“Yes, you made the wrong choice, Jane,” I say aloud to no one. If she picked him…that means she isn’t picking me.

Seems like it’s time to tighten my puppet’s strings.