This choice: Just what went on at that mission, anyway? • Go Back...Chapter #5Meet The Creature Crew by: Airk   The most visits the old rest stop by the river had seen in years were from a guy who kept walking in circles and coming back to the place three years ago, and two girls from the long-distance track teams from their respective schools, who found that nobody else visiting Two-Mountain High School Sorority Camp ever bothered with walking the two miles for such a pedestrian place. That made it a good pllace for the two to gossip about the other girls, an even better place for skinny dipping... and a *great* place for them to fuck each other silly.
Just now, though, there was a damn impressive caravan - with an even more impressive hanger, probably one for transporting horses or some such - parked right next to the table where Claire used to lie on her back while Sissy used every trick three years of watching lesbian porn had thaught her to make her scream. The caravan was a big, silver-finish thing - probably hella expensive when it was new two or three years ago, and still worth more than some people's houses. It was definitely worth a second look, but unless you were an afficionado, that was really it. Sure, you might notice the extra-size satelite dish, but some people just had to have their TV, right? Hopefully, no-one would give a really thorough look at the hanger, but taking *too* good a look often meant that problem would solve itself.
Looking inside the caravan might give someone pause at the sheer number of screens and tech equipment hanging about... not to mention the heavy-duty, elephant-specced tranq gun. Anyone looking inside right at that moment, though, would probably notice no such thing, or they would have to hand in any hint of appreciating the female form for esthetical *or* sexual reasons at the door. Lucy Estevez was a sight to appreciate fully clothed. Still dripping from the shower, a thin pair of white panties almost shining against her Latin skin and her perky breasts jiggling lazily as she finished drying her hair... well, that was the sort of sight that put hearts, zippers and panties belonging to girls so inclined in serious jeopardy.
Lucy wasn't quite so Latina as her last name and skin tone suggested - hitting the beach in as little clothing as possible took care of the last, and the name inherited from her grandfather took care of the rest. Still, she was Latina enough that she could blame a lack of college education on her High School teacher with some accuracy, though him flunking her had more to do with her not spreading her legs to convince him to pass her than her ancestry. Still, he passed *Cindy*, who was as white as they came and even worse at school than her, so either he *did* just not like Latin Americans, or Cindy was slutty enough to let him boink her silly. Anyway, Lucy had dropped out of high school at sixteen, drifted about and gotten a rather thorough education from the school of hard knocks - both with blunt objects and in back seats and beds - and then somehow landed a steady job at a low level with one of the maintenance crews at one of Elissa Harthswell's companies. Not that she knew that at the time. And then...
She was so sure she'd fucked up completely when they confronted her with the kind of things she'd been watching on the company pc... and she wasn't sure she *could* sleep her way out of this one - the problem with the damn teacher was that he was *ugly*, not taking a cock to the balls down her throat - but now look at her. The salary, real responsibility, like spy-movie stuff... and the *perks*...
Lucy looked around the room, and suddenly wondered if the window between the driver's compartment and the caravan proper might not be open... and if so, if Matt might be watching her. He'd certainly payed enough attention to her during the trip here, and back at HQ - Lucy still couldn't get over that she worked at an HQ. It just sounded so cool. Not that she really minded - Matt was easy on the eyes, and she had really thought the bulge in his boxers last night had been promising. She was sure to know what he was packing eventually, of course. No one who worked at HQ could possibly get through monitor duty like what was to come without whipping it out - or digging in, like she was sure to do. Well, a few of those cold fish scientists, maybe... though that blonde intern had looked like she was ready to cream her pants just hearing what the mission was. Maybe she could get her to watch the tapes over at her place?
Anyway, the thought of Matt sitting in the driver's seat, watching her through the window, his erect cock gripped tight and stroked faster with her every move... Well, if he wasn't, he was an idiot. It was what she would do, after all! He had suggested she had time for a shower, but unless something had happened, cleaning the hanger would be like, five minutes tops. That Creature didn't like to leave a mess in its... his... wagon, after all. Yes, he was probably done and already jerking off when she came out of the shower and into view.
The long-legged dark girl imagined Matt groaning as his strokes sped up, and grinned to herself, stretching to give him a *good* show...
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