"Shoot."
"Since she is a guest..."
"So long as she says yes... and you clean up the mess," he chuckled.
* * * *
It didn't bother me... Deborah taking an interest in Patricia sexually. What did bother me... was the way Deborah constantly clung to her more conservative ways outside Darkhaven Manor. That comes from a Theory in the Deck.
The old expression, "Coming out of the closet," used to refer to people openly stating their homosexuality. Soon came to mean exposing any potentially damaging... or personally embarrassing... situation. To hear Ace tell it...
"The instant you use the closet analogy, you've introduced an element of surprise into the person on the other side of that door. And since when did surprised people ever act perfectly rational or logical? Even better... popping outta the dark... into the light... always blinds ya for a tick. Never a good thing."
First Erik... now this. Sighing heavily I phased into the Nothing. While adding one more Pathway to the mix didn't stretch my ability in the slightest, it did let me know one thing...
I've grown very powerful... maybe too powerful.
* * * *
Watching Deborah move is like watching your slightly overweight grandmother walk around with an air of confident superiority... when she wore clothes... which was more often than not. In contrast, Patricia moved like a schoolteacher: not one micron of seductiveness to her movement. Her hips didn't even sway... quite a feat for someone with a rear unaffected by the oh-so-common White-Woman's Ass Syndrome... two-dimensional.
Deborah entered the guest room after knocking. I chose not to listen in... mainly because I wanted to see what went down before I listened in. That... and as every empath and full psion knows...count on the walls having ears and eyes. Patricia stood near the window, drying her hair. She looked yummy in the white bathrobe. Apparently Deborah didn't notice... or was just immune to the curves. She never sat during their conversation... which upset Patricia after three minutes.
Patricia always led with her eyes... and her face inevitably followed. During her first Visitation I watched her as I fingered Donna. The casual onlooker would only see her eyes dart to Donna's body. I saw the Truth... the tension as she tried **not** to **stare** at Donna. During her conversation with Deborah I saw Patricia's eyes... and they were constantly searching Deborah. You'd have to be a Predator to Understand the meaning. I am.
Now... when Deborah left Patricia, two things happened. First... Patricia dropped her casual stance slightly. Her feet moved apart slightly, and she removed her hands from the bathrobe pockets. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she turned her torso just enough to suggest she was moving elsewhere... to anyone not familiar with martial arts. The second... was Deborah. She didn't appear upset or angry or even interested. Controlled... very much so. But... forced.
That settles it. Time to see what's going on in her mind.
The door shut. Red light on... then off; maglock engaged and encoded. Patricia exhaled, yanking off the robe after taking a few more breaths. She flopped onto the bed, clearly trying to banish the recent conversation from her mind. I smiled when one hand drifted to her covered mound.
Deborah made her way into the kitchen. Normally the Twins are experimenting there. Tonight the room was empty. She fixed herself a small snack, turned on the trid... and waited. I say waited... because she kept checking the clock with quick looks. I slid a tendril into her mind, the process nearly a physical thing... to her. She blinked oddly, then settled down.
Aside from the overt sexual thoughts about her lover Erik and the aftereffects of my one-shot, her mind was Southside Local Status Quo... dead, dull and boring. All thoughts about Patricia were at best... sideline acknowledgements. An idle mind...
That went into motion when the alarm signaled Erik's arrival. The other drivers nearly bashed his skull in once word got out that he'd scored an exclusive with Darkhaven Manor. Deborah mothered him through the initial pain. Since then the poor slot can't think a crooked thought without her somewhere in the Flow.
Meanwhile, Patricia slowed her breathing, the three orgasms doing wonders for her. I replayed the scenes... and grimaced. Standard clit-and-hole play. Retrieving her thoughts is very possible... but requires either a personal touch or contacting a Denizen. Since Meanstreak's arrival, I try to avoid denizens. Watching the replay I spotted something else... she avoided her asshole with practiced care and familiarity. As she lay on the bed I slipped into her mind.
Not bad; I actually expected worse. Playing doctor with her brother. First look at a troll's dick. One name flickered in her memory: Jesse. She smiled Realtime as I browsed her memories of him. Not bad looking... if you care for a traditional-looking blonde-haired, truck driving, beer drinking Redneck. Joker was stereotype to the gills... and beyond. And this... is the Why Behind her previous question? Had to be a psion who said Love is blind.
I let both scenes fall away... then brought up Patricia front and center. REM sleep... when the good dreams Flow.
I felt Donna shift her attention. Through her eyes I saw Deborah and Erik making their way to Deb's apartment. True to form, Donna didn't have a bad emotion in her body. Just happiness... and that sickening source of sadness. Patricia just happened to roll over... still asleep... and I saw one hand slide between her thighs... and the middle finger worm its way into her asshole.
Smiling, I contacted Donna.
* * * *
He claims to only be using a fraction of his power. If that's chip, then what he did that first time was... an eye blink. Whenever I Felt his Thoughts, my entire body comes alive. Try imagining going from whatever to rampant slut instantly. Nausea. Cramps. Disorientation... and each of them and the other symptoms... all hotwired to your pleasure senses. Walking in a pair of jeans will make you cum. Breathe too hard... suck air through your teeth. Just standing on the floor.
I'm used to it... almost. It still takes me nearly ten minutes before I regain Reality. When I do, I head upstairs.
* * * *
Playtime. Watching her dreams carefully, I forced Patricia to awaken... right as her dream-arousal was at a good point to carry over. She rolled over and then rose, wiping the sleep from her eyes. She reached for the nightstand, trying to turn off the lamp. That's when the amber light blinked three times. This time I Recorded the sound. For later; Donna has yet to fail me.
Patricia stands behind the door... an odd thing considering Donna is totally nude. Donna doesn't speak; she walks into the bedroom and promptly tucks herself in. Patricia, understandably flustered, holds the door open for a few moments before closing and locking it. I watch as she tries to converse with Donna. When she gives up... the real show begins.
Donna's near the middle of the bed. Now... Patricia has several options of where to flop. Her face tells the tale, flowing through the pros and cons of sleeping next to a nude female and such. Donna rolls over, stretching. In the process, one breast manages to escape the comforter.
Then recognition flows onto Patricia's features. I slide into her mind again, catching the tail end of the Thought. Rumor... judging by the sliver I managed to See. Patricia joins Donna... who moves over, giving her a bit of room. I smile when Patricia takes the bait. After turning off the light, she sets about adjusting her sleeping position until her rear just comes into contact with Donna's flesh.
While Donna does the Sleep dance I check in on Deborah and Erik. Both fast asleep. Erik's face looked so peaceful... it took me several moments to choke back the urge to rip it from his skull. Deborah, however, looked smug. Developing an ego... and this after her mistake with Donna.
The whimpers pull me back to Patricia. Donna does that when she's having The Dream. Patricia, who by now is holding her spoon-fashion, immediately makes with the soothing sounds and caresses. She stays clear of the sexual organs... until Donna, now awake enough to know where she is, drags Patricia's moving hand to her own crotch. Patricia plays with Donna's clit gently... and instinctively.
Then comes the neck nuzzle. I don't have a clue why it made me laugh. Yes I do... it's normal. When Patricia let her nose tickle Donna's neck... it was nothing more than a signal to stop faking sleep and get down to sex. That movement is near classic in its simplicity... and she performs it like a pro. Donna rolls over, that smile cocking her lips. She doesn't waste time with tender kisses.
Patricia looked shocked for a moment. A brief moment... which ended with her caressing Donna's hair as she nursed one breasts... while fingering her sex. Donna made her way down to Patricia's crotch. Patricia... cocked her legs open. The choice of words is most appropriate; her legs flew open on instinct... not the slow, seductive movement of a horn-dog chica. No... this motion belonged to a well-trained frag-toy.
And her reaction reminded me of a porn star... utterly over-the-top senseless whimpering and excitement. Her hands made a mess of Donna's hair. Toes curled and uncurled. Close it with a near horizontal spread with locked knees...
Now... Donna's turn. Patricia didn't flinch at having a cunt dropped onto her face. What she **did** do... was dive in eagerly... and finger Donna's asshole without any reservation. I felt my eyebrow raise as the Thought formed. As usual, it Felt Right... which meant the rising growl from the Beast wasn't just Hunger pangs. I'd make this up to Donna later. Right now... it was about information gathering.
Donna drools when she's eating out. So much so that it began rolling down Patricia's ass cleft. The first dollop that oozed over it... made it wink. Patricia inhaled... then **really** went to town on Donna... or at least in her own mind. The radiated animegasms began to annoy me...
