Caramel slipped her hand down lightly touching the skin of her chest and rested the piece of ice at her navel.
The light in her room was emerald green and the smell of mint hung around like a permenant fixture. Everything else was sulphorous stained after the years if staying under the suphur lamps of Hanari. Even Caramel's tan complexion was more likely sulphur than the exotic and erotic colour it used to evoke. Dal sold her to his customers on the memories of nostalgia. Caramel sold her soul to Dal because she didn't want to have the memories she already had.
At the moment David Chisolm was in Caramel's room at the Mint Imperial Ninety Lounge in Kinnerston district. He stared at her as she lay naked on her back fingering ice as it melted trying to cool herself. Caramel noticed David's frustration as he paced in the room, looked over his patient, looked out at the rain falling outside the window and sighed everytime he felt the humidity wrap him. Finally he took off his shirt, she tried to catch his eye. He shied away.
David Chisolm had come out a nearby laneway answering to her calls for help. She wanted to rush him off to hospital, but the the man who claimed he was a doctor said he couldn't allow that. She shrugged indifferently and suggested her place. Somehow he managed to sedate the injured man who was now resting and bandaged, lying on the sulphur stained chaise lounge.
Caramel stood up and floated over towards David. He stood with his back towards her looking out at the rain. She wrapped her arms around his chest. She felt his body stiffen tense. Caramel slipped slowly tiny hands down. Tracing over the line of fuzzy hair that snailed down his chest, across his navel and slipped beneath his belt down to his crotch. Her hands followed.
Caramel wrapped tiny hands around his penis, flowing over his shaft in tiny small strokes. Beneath his trousers there was little room to move, the friction combined with the humidity melted Caramel and mixed with the sweat of two bodies.
David purred and trembled.
Caramel sighed with ever shortening breaths. Lightning flashed and crackled nearby, the thunder burst just above them and David jumped, slipped away from Caramel and attened to his patient.
She didn't understand the man, her attempts to bring him closer to her, to bring him inside of her didn't seem to work. He simply looked towards the care of the man she found and outside into the rain. Perhaps he was in love with someone and tried his best to avoid her solicitous invitations. In that case he should have been with his loved one. Perhaps he was in love with the man she found.
Caramel moved up behind David again, place her hands around his shoulders and turned him around. She traced a finger around his lips, his eyes were closed. She moved her hand towards his left nipple and he flinched away.
"Don't!" He said. "I just had it done and no one can touch it until it heals. I don't want it to get infected."
Caramel licked her middle finger and moved slowly towards David's piercing. She hovered above it and smiled. Caramel then began drawing circles gently around the area, just touching the small hairs enough for him to know she was there. She drew her tongue out, a sharp point reaching out to his nipple and licked the tip. David moaned and shivered. Caramel thought he was now hers.
"Come with me..." she nodded towards the bed. She led him with her hand in his.
Finally after waiting at the counter for five minutes with what Benny must have guessed "yes I would like to be ignored and insulted for five minutes" a young pasty face fifteen year old came to serve. Benny studied the acne covered youth, the somewhat small bulge in his pants (which he drew to her attention to by rubbing his crotch in plain view) with the experience of a seasoned traveller. You can see the scariest and ugliest things, but what the human species tends to keep in its gene pool is the worst.
"Yeah what?" He said with a somewhat bothered tone.
"I'd like to know if there were any messages left for Professor Bernice Summerfield."
The teenager snorted and went to look behind him to check. Then after scratching himself a bit more, clearing the phlegm from his throat and brushing the dandruff of his Chef's uniform he handed Benny two pieces of paper. She noted the greasy fingerprints. She nodded, turned and began to walk away.
"Hey what about me tip?" he called after her.
"Yeah sure. Charge it to the faculty. Still you might get more loose change from the resident rodents."
note to self: invent teenage boy repellant
Extract ends.
The first note read:
"Why in the hell are there temperal disturbances where ever you go S Bummerfield? - B"
On the second note:
"Tried different telegramist, first one incompetant. Get off that planet. - B"
Benny frowned. She folded the telegrams methodically, and placed them in the pocket of her chinos and stared at Doyle blankly.
"What's the problem?" Doyle asked.
Benny frowned again.
"I get the distinct feeling this planet is about to go boom. We've got bigger problems and I suspect your boyfriend is tied up with all of this."
Doyle jumped up a little shocked "Branson SA? How do you know?"
Benny nodded, "Friends. They sometimes help by give me a little foreknowledge. Only I sometime's why they only go in so far as leaving notes in stead of giving me a hand." Benny thought that given what Braxiatel had at his disposal who could have whisked her off himself. It seemed that given her shuttle wasn't due to leave for two days she had to sort it out herself.
"I always knew pop music would be the death of me. We have to infiltrate."
Doyle grabbed Benny by the arm and headed for the door. "I know how we can get in. I have friends also."
"Ha don't we all." Somehow Benny thought, that didn't surprise her. She felt Doyle's grip around her arm was a little tighter.
It began when he had heard Caramel's cry for help.
A vision flashed of the colour of wine and he recalled the garden, and then as if night turned to day, he heard Caramel's cries, a man bleeding and his instinct to help rushed through him and again he took control of someone else's life.
He had heard once that in Bondage and Domination play people who are strong characters, executive positions commanding power enjoy being dominated. Perhaps the weak willed do things to the equivalent, and those who lose control of their own lives like to take control of others. David felt that there was a great degree of spiritual truth to that.
When Caramel ran her hands over him, she took control of him. Her soft touch pierced the skin of his self doubt and it held on. He was taken by her beauty and the power of her sexuality and Caramel wrapped around him perfectly.
She stirred and her hair brushed uncomfortably against his cheek.
David panicked again and looked at the twelve year old with disdain. He couldn't understand why she was doing this. Twelve year olds were perfect datawhores, but he didn't understand why she threw herself at him. David adjusted himself a little to move out of the wet sheet beneath him but only felt more.
When he heard her cries he should have made it back to his own place. Kansemo wasn't too far from Kinnerston but at the time the girl's suggestion had made sense. David shifted again and pulled himself out from under her and sat up. She stirred and sat next to him. Cruk. David felt a hand brush against his hair. His head dropped.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of." Her words washed quietly with sound of the rain.
"Why?"
"I want to get out. I want to find my soul." She slipped back into the bed and fell asleep.
He stood up and walked naked over to the window and stared out at the rain.
If he was found with a twelve year old, he'd be stuffed, sent to some penal colony. Jenny would have won the war. Then there was his patient and circumstances of have sex with a minor with a bleeding man who should have been intensive care left carelessly in the corner didn't make the situation any better.
David went over to the man and looked at him. He had caucasian features, but definitely of oriental in origin. the man probably had French blood somewhere inside. And outside. The bleeding had stopped which was fortunate for him. It would have appeared to justice bureau that David had demonstrated some adherence to his profession. Cruk. David pulled up a wooden chair and studied his face. They had gone through his pockets earlier but had found any ID. The girl thought she had recognised him but couldn't place it. David agreed there was a certain degree of familiarity. Mystery man.
David reached out towards the man's face. He touched it first cautiously as if the answer would come to him. Small fine semi transparent oily film slipped off. He looked at it carefully. A cosmetic mask. He pulled away some more until he knew exactly what he was looking at. In this case exclusive property of Branson SA.
David jumped up pulled on his pants and ran over to the window. He looked down out at the street, looking at the cars going past. He studied the cars that were parked, walkers going by below, the windows that looked directly into the room.
A knock rattled the door that made David jump.
He knew they were here.
To Be Continued...