The Archeologist Ch 02

My name is Dr. James Carson. I am a 27 year old Archeologist worth over a little more than 5 billion dollars. I have been called a genius by some, partly because I graduated high school at ten and by the age of seventeen held a doctorate in archeology/ anthropology from UCLA. But mainly because of my prowess with women. I can have any woman with only a few choice words. This is my story.

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It was fucking hot. It was always hot in this god forsaken country, even after the sun went down. He was getting fed up with this whole damn job. The man had half a mind to quit.

Dr. James Carson removed the white fedora that perched on his head and wiped the sweat from his brow. The big man turned around and walked back into the research tent. There was a big metal table, and on the table was a yet to be identified mummy the had found in a newly discovered chamber of the Valley of the Kings. More commonly referred to as the VK.

"I hate this fucking place." James said to Dr. Kyle Moore who was sitting to the side of the mummy.

"No you don't." said Kyle not looking up. "You need it. It's in your blood."

"I know and I resent the hell out if it." said James sitting down on the other side a picking up a scalpel.

"Maybe you should take the next season off. This long in the heat can get to any one." said Kyle continuing to work on the linins.

"You're probably right." said James starting to do the same. "I think I'll do that. Do you think that you could handle things with out me?"

Kyle stopped and looked up, "just because you graduated a three years before me doesn't mean I am incompetent."

"Sorry."

"Hey, so we got this new intern coming in tomorrow. A Miss Heather King, and from what I can tell quite the piece of ass." said Kyle returning to his work.

"Refresh my memory. Why are we getting a new intern five days before we pull out?"

"Our little woman is doing her finale doctorate year at Cairo. Then she had signed on to become assistant to the chief digger, me. Maybe I'll get to fuck her." said Moore.

"Maybe, but not before I do." said James chuckling.

"Fuck you."

"Hopefully."

* * *

The blades of the red chopper from the Cairo Institute slowed as the aircraft hit the helipad. The chopper's blades spun the sand on the pad in a cyclone around the steel beast. Soon James heard the engines wined down and the pilot's door swung open to reveal a middle age man that Carson recognized as Paul Flanagan. The man stepped out of the chopper and opened the back door and helped the most beautiful woman Either James or Kyle had ever seen.

She had long dark hair that stopped mid-back, full B-cup tits, and full ruby red lips. She was, in a word, exquisite. When she stepped out of the chopper James saw that she was wearing a white business suit, clearly she had never been to the desert.

"Dr. Carson," said the woman when she had approached the two men, "It's an honor to finally meet you."

"I must say the same, Miss King." said Carson, "I know you have just arrived but we had a situation, that I think that you could help with."

"Oh, what is it?" asked Heather as the trio, Flanagan having already started for the camp, started for the camp a good two hundred yards away.

"Four days ago my team broke through a wall in Chamber 225, we found a lavish chamber and a sarcophagus. The tomb walls had many markings but no identity for the mummy, who we have been calling Mr. Mummy."

"Cute." said Heather smiling.

"Yeah, I came up with that one." said Kyle trailing off at the end.

"Anyway, we have three days left before we have to pack up. We need to know who this guy is before we shut down." concluded James

"Ok, first of all I'd like to change into some more appropriate clothes and then to take a look at the glyphs on the wall." said Miss King.

"I think that can be arranged."

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While James waited for the intern to get changed he grabbed his tool kit and went to the tomb. As he dusted off the glyphs he wrote down translations in a notebook that he always carried with him.

"Eager to get started, I see." said Heather moving next to James

"As I said, Heather, we are working on a truncated time table." replied Carson not looking up.

The pair made small talk as they worked, soon after Kyle had joined them and fit right into the conversation. While the men worked on the walls Heather worked on the sarcophagus.

"Imhotep." Heather whispered after about an hour of working

"What?" asked the two men unison as they moved to join her.

"This could be Imhotep."

"Imhotep was a god. Why would they burry him in the VK?" asked Dr. Moore

"He was elevated to god status fifty years after he died. Until then he was just greatly respected. I can't tell it's getting to dark in here. We'll have to wait until tomorrow to be sure." said Heather.

"Alright, then would you care to have dinner with me." asked Carson of Miss King

"I'd love to James." said King putting down her tools. James offered his arm and the two walked out.

"Bastard." said Kyle under his breath.

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"You know I have always loved your work." said Heather, a little loosened up by the Brandy they had had during dinner.

"Really?" asked James. Then he flashed that smile of his.

"Can ask you a personal question?" asked Heather.

"Anything."

"Do you find me attractive?" asked the girl.

"Of course I do. You are an extremely beautiful woman."

Can ask you another one?"

"Like I said, Anything." said James smiling again.

"Will you fuck me?" asked Heather slightly slurring the words

"No, I won't." said James looking directly in to her eyes.

"Why not? You just said that I was attractive." said Heather pouting a little.

"Because your drunk. I won't take advantage of you. I'd like to, but I can't."

"You wouldn't be taking advantage if I let you."

"Yes, I would." said Carson, "let me take you to your tent. You can sleep it off."

* * *

The next morning James was in the research tent continuing the autopsy of the Mr. Mummy. He was kicking himself for not fucking the intern's brains out. But, he was a gentleman, and gentlemen have morals to stand up to. And fucking a drunk intern wasn't included.

Dr. Carson continued to carefully cut away layer after layer of linen. He used his scalpel and gently removed the next layer. Then he heard the tent flap open. It was Kyle.

"Hey." said Kyle, "Where is are intern."

"Probably sleeping it off." said James looking up.

"Sleeping it off?" questioned Dr. Moore sitting down on the other side of Mr. Mummy.

"Yeah, she had a little to much brandy at dinner." explained Carson

"Bummer, so you didn't fuck her." said Kyle picking up a scalpel. He had known Carson for ten years and understood his morals. In fact he had even picked them up.

"Nope." said the Archeologist

"Well, that's what you get for giving her alcohol."

"I thought she might be able to hold her liquor a little better."

Just then the tent flap rustled again. This time it was Heather.

"James can I speak to you alone." asked Heather not looking at him.

"Sure. Kyle if you would." James asked.

"Not a problem. I'll be in the tomb." said Moore getting up and walking out of the tent.

"Have a seat. What's on your mind?" asked James setting down the surgical knife.

"I want to thank you for last night." said Miss King sitting down and continuing Kyle's work.

"What do you mean?" asked James stopping and looking up.

"I mean You could have taken me. I would have even approved. But you didn't, so thank you."

"I couldn't bring my self to. Although for the record everything I said is true."

"Everything I said was true also." said Heather with a seductive tone.

"Is that so?" asked James playing along.

"Yes, I do want to fuck you." she said as James stood up.

"Then what are we waiting for?" asked Carson. Then he leaned down and kissed her passionately. She kissed back.

Apparently James wasn't moving fast enough for her. Heather reached out and started to undo his belt. She also unzipped his pants and pushed the to the floor. Miss King reached out and caressed James' cock through the thin cotton of his boxers. Heather gripped the meat briefly and the hooked her thumbs in the waist band and pulled them down to the sand of the floor. Heather took a hold of Carson's dick and slowly began to jack the hard shaft. James leaned his head back in a moan.

As soon as she had the opportunity Heather wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. She pushed her head down to the base and pulled back up. The she suck just on the head for a few moments and the deep throated James again.

Dr. Carson was in ecstasy. He looked down and the sight of the sexy little intern sucking him off almost made him lose it. He had to concentrate on something else so he wouldn't cum to soon. This girl almost made him want to stay. Almost but not quite.

" Stop." said James pulling Miss King off his cock and up to her feet. She look disappointed. James couldn't have that. He kissed her again. As he did so he used one hand to unbutton her kaki shirt.

Heather was wearing a tiny lace bra underneath her work clothes. He reached around and with one hand unclasped the bra. It to fell to the floor. Now he reached out, never having broken the kiss, and began to manipulate her tits. He continued, with his other hand, to remover her clothing. Her shorts then her matching panties fell to the floor.

Now James broke the kiss. He took her by the hand to the desk and pushed the few items on it off on to the sand. Carson picked up the girl and laid her on the desk. He winked at her and ran his hand over her tits down to her pussy. James didn't touch her though her went past her pussy to her thighs and eventually her caves.

The man circled around to between her legs. James started at the back of her knees and kissed light butterfly kisses all the way up her thighs. He went around her pussy and down the other side. The Archeologist kissed back up to her pussy with slow wet lingering kisses.

As he passed he blew on her wet pussy, he spread the soft folds and exposed her clit. He blew again. James pushed the flat of his tongue hard against Heather's pussy and licked up. He pulled away and pressed his tongue again on her pussy. And again, a fourth a fifth. The James pushed the very tip of his tongue in to her clit. He pressed hard and moved his tongue back and forth.

Heather let out a moan as orgasm ripped through her tiny frame. She felt her juices openly running out of her pussy. Never had she been so glad to take this job.

Even though James could tell she had cum, but pressed on in his assault, applying direct pressure on her sensitive clit. He heard her begging him to stop, it was too sensitive. But James was relentless. He felt a wave of fresh juice hit his face when she came again. Then again, and again.

Finally James moved off of her clit and began to clean her all the juice.

"Sit down." whispered Heather weakly when James has finished. James more than willingly complied.

"Still want to fuck you." she said straddling his sitting form. Heather lowered her self until her lips were brushing Dr. Carson's cock. With excruciatingly slow movements she lowered her self to the base of his cock. She leaned down and locked his lips in a kiss.

As her tongue snaked it's way through his mouth Miss Kings pussy began contracting rhythmically around James' prick. She squeezed and her pussy began to roll up and down Carson's hard dick. Clearly she had obtained extraordinary muscle control.

James felt like he was being sucked at both ends. It was wonderful. Soon he felt that familiar swell in his cock and knew he was not going to be able to hold himself off much longer. He tried to warn Heather but she just kissed harder. Carson felt the pressure and then he emptied himself in to her creamy pussy.

Heather felt his hot cum push it's warmth in to her and began an earth-shattering orgasm. She came harder than she ever had. She felt the good Doctor go limp beneath her. Miss King had done it. She had fucked the famed James Carson, and loved it.

James watched weakly as Heather gathered her clothes and dressed. She walked to him and said "Emily was right. You were extraordinary." then she leaned down and passionately kissed him. Carson followed her with his eyes as she turned and left the tent.

When James regained his strength he too dressed and headed for the tomb.

* * *

"You bastard. You fucked her. Didn't you?" said Kyle when James entered the dank tomb. James only shrugged and gave a look like it was inevitable.

"So were are we on Mr. Mummy?" asked James

"Same place as before. Nowhere." said Moore looking discouraged

"I'll drop a couple grand to an official and keep the site exclusive." said James in a reassuring tone.

"Alright." said Kyle closing his notebook.

"You eat yet?" asked Dr. Carson upon hearing his stomach rumbling.

"No. Let's get some lunch." said Kyle walked out of the tomb.

* * *

The rest of the week passed with nothing new on the mummy. However, Heather had given James quite a few knowing looks as they worked. He was sorry he was going to miss the year with her, but he had to go. Maybe he would return midway through the next season and check up on them, and her.

James had recruited Paul Flanagan to be his personal pilot for his travels. He liked the man so in addition to his extra pay for doing the job, James had promised him a nice lump of spending money while they were traveling.

Dr. Carson sat at the last piece of furniture left in his tent, his desk and looked over his itinerary. Two weeks each in London, Paris, Moscow, Zurich, Athens and Rome. He though a nice tour of Europe would do him good.

The Archeologist picked up Moby Dick, the book he had planned on reading during the flight to Rome, and left his tent. He walked the short trek to the Helipad and found Kyle and Heather waiting for him. Paul was already doing the last of the pre-flight checks.

"Alright, you know what to do." said James to Kyle

"Yep. I guess I'll see you in a year."

"Contact me if you find out anything."

"Will Do." confirmed Kyle. James turned to Heather.

"I'll see you soon." said James and he leaned forward and kissed her. A kiss like they had shared in the tent after their fuck.

"Have fun." she said after they had broken the kiss. James just smiled and climbed on the chopper.

"We ready, boss?" asked Flanagan as James buckled the shoulder straps.

"Let's go." said James.

The aircraft bumped and shuddered as it left the pad bound for Rome. Rome the Eternal City.