Chapter 70

Cindy sighed on the airplane. John worked quietly next to her on his laptop. They were on their way to New York City. Sally, alerted to their coming, would meet them at the airport. Cindy was nervous.

The session with John and Kevin and the two women hadn’t driven any wedges between them. But Cindy had John increasingly to herself. Quite often Sheila would opt to spend the night with Theresa and Kevin. The triplets less so. Their first session with Kevin and Theresa had left Kevin a virtual zombie. He seemed reluctant to repeat it. Kevin and Cindy’s relationship was cordial, but that was all. He sensed her reticence and made no advances towards her.

She felt comfortable around him, even when they were both nude. But her interest remained focused on John.

She laid her head upon his arm. This was the first time they had been out together as a couple without trying to disguise their relationship. She reveled in the sense of freedom she felt. In her purse was her new drivers license. Her GED would likely be waiting for her on her return. She felt she had done very well on the test.

All this had occurred in just a few days.

John closed his laptop and put it away in his briefcase, locking it. It was a long flight. It was night. John killed the overhead light and they snuggled together as best they could in the wide, first class seats. Catching a little nap.

The stewardess gently prodded them when it was time to prepare for landing. Wondering a bit at the Spring- September romance the two of them were obviously involved in. She was the same stewardess who had tended to John in his zombie condition on his last trip out of New York.

Cindy wished she hadn’t slept. She was groggy and wanted to check her makeup. After the plane stopped and shut down, she slipped into the bathroom and splashed herself with cold water and touched up her face. She sighed looking in the mirror. She was lovely. But she didn’t feel it.

They exited the plane and found Sally and Jean waiting for them. Sally launched herself at John and caught him around the neck with a giant hug. John swung her around and kissed her deeply. Cindy feeling very insecure and more than a touch of jealousy. This quickly evaporated though, when her eyes met Sally’s. She was gorgeous. Cindy felt an instant wave of desire sweep over her. She could tell from Sally’s eyes that the feeling was mutual.

“So you’re the woman whom he was so anxious to get back to last time. I can see why.” Sally said, holding Cindy’s eyes.

“And you’re the one who sent him back to me in a zombie state ... and I can see why.” Cindy said, returning the compliment graciously.

She moved to Sally and hugged her. She hugged back warmly. John moved on to hug Jean and give her a kiss.

“I see you’ve been taking good care of our girl.” he said.

“I think it’s a toss up as to who’s been caring for whom.” Jean chuckled.

“Come on, let’s get your bags. Jean and I have been having loads of fun spending your money.” Sally said.

“So you were able to find us an apartment?” John asked.

“Right across the hall from us.” Sally said, with a devilish look in her eye.

“Oh, god! We’re in trouble now.” John chuckled.

“Only if you want to be.” Sally said, looking right at Cindy.

Cindy blushed.

Sally took her arm and Jean took John’s as they moved to the baggage claim. They retrieved their bags and Jean flagged a cab. She rode up front. Sally sat between John and Cindy. Her hands each rested on a leg.

The guard helped them carry the bags up to their new apartment. John was surprised that he remembered him. The guard rolled his eyes to himself. Wondering a bit at the lovely girl with him. Keeping his questions to himself.

Sally and Jean had done an excellent job of furnishing the apartment. Right down to an identical large four poster bed as the one in her own apartment. Cindy looked up at the canopy and chuckled.

Sally showed her around her own apartment. Cindy seeing all the spots that John had described so vividly upon his return ... once she got him talking again.

Sally seemed to sense Cindy’s mood. She pulled her to her and kissed her tenderly.

Cindy returned the kiss with growing passion.

“I’m glad you feel that way too. I wouldn’t want anything between us that might spoil it for John.” Sally said, holding her against her.

“My thoughts exactly. I think we’re going to be great friends.” Cindy said, pulling her back into a deeper kiss.

John and Jean walked in, his arm around her waist.

“My, my ... she’s found another victim.” John chuckled.

“Thank god, I can use the rest.” Jean chuckled.

“I get the feeling none of us will get much of that.” Cindy said, still in Sally’s arms.

“A drink before dinner?” Sally asked, giving Cindy a squeeze and then disengaging herself.

“Sure, I could use one after the flight.” John said.

Sally poured him a scotch rocks ... his favorite brand.

“What for you, Cindy?” she asked.

“Some white wine, please.” she said.

Sally nodded and poured three glasses of wine. Handing one each to Cindy and Jean.

They sat back on the plush sofa and love seat. Cindy sharing the love seat with Sally.

John retrieved his briefcase.

“If you ladies will kindly look these over and sign ... Please hold your questions for later. I’ll explain it all ... but not here.” John said.

Sally nodded and took the papers. Jean as well. They started reading.

Jean looked up sharply from her reading, but John stopped her question with a look. Sally read and signed. Jean finished reading and signed hers, neither understanding the reason for them needing Top Secret clearances.

Once they had signed, John removed and handed each of them their government ID’s. They each examined them curiously.

John took out his laptop and called up a file.

“Now, that done. You may read what is written here. Please do so without comment.” he said, cryptically.

The two women crowded around the lap top and read the file. Each looking more startled the more they read. Finally they sat back aghast over what they had read.

“So now you know. I trust you understand what you have read?” John asked.

They both nodded.

“And without discussing it ... here. Are you two interested in continuing your involvement ... in the project?” John asked.

Sally and Jean looked at each other, then at John and Cindy. It was all so sudden. Sally had thought that her trip to the embassy was a fun joke, but she never dreamed she would be involved in international intrigue. She thought about what she had read ... and about John and what he had done for her. She nodded.

“Yes.” she said.

Jean looked at her, still aghast. She considered the ramifications of what she had read. She loved her country too. She nodded and said: “Yes” as well.

“Great! Do either of you wish to re-read this before I wipe it?” he asked.

Jean raised her hand. John turned the lap top to her. She carefully reread the whole file. Then John wiped it and “washed” his drive. Doing a DOD double overwrite.

John motioned them to follow him. They did so silently. They entered his new apartment, which had been leased just two days before. The bedroom windows were heavily curtained. He turned on the shower and let it run. Then he turned on the kitchen sink and added a radio.

“Okay” he said quietly, forcing the girls to listen closely. “Any questions? Without getting too specific.”

“God, I had no idea. You mean I’m still being followed?” Sally asked, quietly.

John nodded.

“Well they must have gotten better, because I haven’t noticed anything.” she said.

“Why me?” Jean asked, “I mean, what do I have to do with this?”

“You’re Sally’s lover. If they’re watching her, they’ll probably be watching you too.” John explained.

“So what do you want us to do?” Sally asked.

“Nothing.” he replied.

“Nothing?” Jean asked, suspiciously.

“Nothing. Just go on about your business. That’s the whole idea.” John said.

“So why all this rigmarole.” Jean asked.

“Government paranoia for one ... but with good reason. This is serious stuff. It could have a profound effect upon national security.” John said.

“So why tell us anything? Why not just let us go on being ignorant?” Sally asked.

“That would be unethical.” John said.

Sally nodded. She understood John’s ethics very well.

“And if we didn’t want to be involved?” Jean asked.

“Then the government would re-locate you and get you started elsewhere under a new name.” John said.

The ramifications of this seemed to sink in. That would be a very expensive task.

John opened his suitcase and took out two packages.

“Your new laptop. Use it whenever you communicate with me from now on. Memorize this and destroy it.” he said, handing Sally a card from his wallet containing entry codes for the laptop.

“And send what? If I understand correctly ... What would I need to send you?” she asked.

“Letters like your last one. All the photo’s you want like those last ones. They were real popular around the silo. Send me menu’s from your favorite new restaurant. Anything ... the point is that you will be sending me stuff... “ John said, getting as specific as he dared.

Sally seemed to get it. Her mouth moved into an expression of: “OH!” as she nodded.

“Speaking of which, can I use your scanner? I need to send copies of those papers you signed ... to somebody.” he said.

Sally nodded. Jean still had questions, but Sally said she would explain later, elsewhere.

John handed Sally the other package. She opened it and stopped, her mouth agape.

“Don’t put it in the bank.” he said.

“What’s it for?” she asked, counting the large stack of bills.

“Whatever. Don’t report it, don’t put it in the bank and don’t get too flashy.” he said.

“Where do I keep it then?” she asked.

“Anywhere you want.” he said.

“But what if it gets stolen.” she asked.

“Then it will be replaced. If you put it in the bank, it will just flag the IRS. That would just cause unneeded questions.” he said.

“I still don’t understand what it’s for?” she said.

“Consider it salary for services ... and expenses. Like flying out to the silo for a weekend to be fitted for a custom wardrobe ... which is also included.” John said.

“I get to see the silo?” she exclaimed, loudly.

John winced.

“Oops! Sorry.” she whispered.

John nodded.

She continued to count.

“Jesus, John. There’s fifty thousand dollars here.” she said quietly.

“Twenty five for each of you. Which is little enough for what you’re doing.” he said.

She looked at the money and considered her life the past few months. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

He pulled her to him and she sobbed against him.

Jean was crying too. Cindy pulled her to her and kissed her softly.

“How about you two buy us dinner ... after I use your scanner?” John asked, finally.

Sally nodded.

“I guess we can swing that on our meager budget.” she grinned.

John sent encrypted copies of the girls papers to Howdy’s E-mail. While Cindy and the others changed for dinner.

Sally was floored by Cindy’s outfit. A stunning evening gown that fit her like a paint job. Complete with custom matched knit stockings. The pattern consistent from head to toe.

“I’ll make you one when you come visit us.” Cindy chuckled.

Sally donned her best outfit from Mr. Moore’s salon. A dress she had picked up after John had left. She pulled it over her favorite green lingerie. She was stunning. She felt underdressed compared to Cindy.

Jean picked a nice outfit that did a very good job of showing her ample assets.

John changed into a suit that the girls had tailored for him. He didn’t bother with a coat, even though it was still winter. Cindy only added a light wrap.

“You two will freeze, dressed like that!” Sally said.

John chuckled and shook his head. Cindy told Sally about the thermal property’s of the material.

“Ye gods! You’re going to be mega-millionaires.” Sally said.

“Not unless this guy gets off his duff and finishes the re-design for the scanner.” Cindy teased.

They went out to the nicest restaurant in town, without a reservation. They didn’t need one. The Maitre D’ took one look at their clothing and found them a table immediately. John slipped him a fifty for his trouble.

As he led them to their table a hush fell over the room. All eyes followed Cindy’s outfit. The other two women weren’t exactly shabby either. John brimmed with pride.

As it had with Sheila, Mae and the girls in San Francisco, conversation started back up as excited whispers.

The dinner was outstanding. Over food so rich a bite would sustain an Ethiopian for a week, John and the girls talked about Sally’s progress at work. The manager was thrilled to death with her. She had gotten a raise already.

Jean remained quiet, not considering her profession worthy of discussion.

Cindy was having none of that. She engaged her in a conversation about club sandwiches, which John loved.

Cindy looked back and forth between Jean and Sally, then whispered something in John’s ear. He nodded and smiled.

When he didn’t say anything Cindy whispered another question.

“It’s your company. I’m just an engineer.” John said aloud.

Cindy looked at him exasperated. Then turned to the others.

“What we were talking about ... and John was referring to ... Was our company that made this outfit. We’re going to need an outlet here ... In fact I expect it to be one of our busiest. Gauging from the response here tonight, I don’t doubt it. What I’m getting at, is that we need someone to run it. Would you two be interested?” Cindy asked.

“God, are you serious?” Sally asked, aghast.

“Very.” Cindy replied.

“God, I don’t know. I don’t have the experience yet.” Sally said.

“And I have none at all.” Jean added.

“That’s not true, Jean. You have good customer service skills that are hard to find. Sally, you’ve shown yourself to be a competent administrator of a fashion house. We have a woman in San Francisco who could easily teach each of you what you need to know about the rest.” Cindy said.

“I’m not so sure my customer skills are all that good. John probably didn’t think so the first night I served him.” Jean said, dropping her eyes.

“That’s not so. I was very impressed with the fact that you apologized. That took courage and great strength of character.” John said.

Jean got misty eyed.

“So are you interested, or not?” Cindy asked.

“Of course. If you really want us.” Sally said.

“Then it’s settled. We can’t pay you much to start with, but I think your commission’s will grow very quickly. When can you start?” Cindy asked.

“I’d like to finish what I’m doing where I work now. He’s been good to me. I feel I owe him that.” Sally said.

“That’s fine. It will take us a while to get up to speed. We haven’t got the machines yet.” Cindy said, looking to John.

“As soon as we get back. I think Kevin’s working on it right now.” John said.

“Kevin?” Sally asked.

“Theresa’s fiancée.” Cindy said.

“Theresa’s fiancée? I thought she was your girlfriend, John?” Sally asked, confused.

“She is ... a long story. I’ll explain later.” Cindy chuckled.

“May I make a suggestion?” John asked Sally.

“Of course, anytime.” she said, meaning it.

“Not that kind ... Well maybe later. I was going to suggest that you consider talking to Mr. Moore after you come out for your fittings. Just wear an outfit like Cindy’s in when you see him. I’m sure he’d be interested in coming in with you. He can probably fill you in on the fashion business as well as Mae could. Mae’s the woman in San Francisco.” John said.

“That’s a good idea. Yes, he certainly understands making a customer happy.” Sally said.

“Who’s this Mr. Moore?” Cindy asked.

“He runs the salon that made this dress. He was falling all over himself to make us happy ... cause John walked out on bad service earlier.” Sally said.

“If you got bad service, why consider him at all?” Cindy asked.

“We didn’t get bad service when we went in. In fact I don’t ever recall getting that good of service anywhere else. He had a bad employee that gave bad service to John when he first went in. John walked out on it, but not before he notified Mr. Moore of why. I think he let that person go.” Sally explained.

“She was cleaning out her desk when I passed by later that day.” John added.

“Well, you can hire whomever you feel comfortable with, as you need them. But we’re going to need very trustworthy people. The more ethical, the better.” Cindy said.

“I think I understand John’s penchant for ethics fairly well.” Sally giggled.

“That must be why we love him so.” Cindy said, kissing his cheek.

“One of the reasons.” Sally said, distantly. Recalling his first visit.

“Could I offer you folks some desert?” the Maitre D’ inquired.

“Yes, I’d like a slice of cheese cake and French roast coffee, with Frangelico.” John ordered.

“Certainly, an excellent choice, Sir. And you ladies?” he inquired.

“Ooh, that sounds good. I’ll have the same.” Cindy said.

“Me too.” Jean said.

“Make it unanimous.” Sally said.

The Maitre D’ eyed Sally and Cindy, pondering their ages. He shrugged. They’d had wine with dinner. Their outfits certainly presented them as something other than the vice squad. Besides, the hot coffee would soon evaporate what little alcohol the drinks contained.

He excused himself and went to see to their order.

The coffee was almost as rich and decadent as the cheese cake, which was outstanding.

John had a second cup as they sat back relaxing. The Maitre D’ brought him the tab. Sally snatched it up.

“My treat, remember?” she said. Then fighting the shock of how much a gourmet meal for four cost in New York City, she laid three hundred dollars on the tray.

John glanced at the total and added another fifty.

“That’s almost a hundred dollar tip!” Sally said.

“And well worth it for the service we’ve received. Besides ... that’s show for our friends sitting over in the corner ... don’t look.” John said, his hand over his mouth.

The Maitre D’ returned and smiled over the amount lying on the tray.

“Could we get a receipt, please.” John asked.

“Certainly Sir, including gratuity?” he asked.

“Yes, please. If it’s not too much bother.” John said.

“No problem. I’ll be right back.” he said.

“Appearances?” Jean asked as a single word, her back to the corner table.

John nodded.

The Maitre D’ returned with his receipt. Sally put it in her clutch purse (as she had paid). Then they all stood to leave. Once again the restaurant fell quiet. John stretched his arms out and with two women on one and one on the other they walked out. The corner table frantically flagging for their check.

John made it easy on them as they enjoyed the brisk night air while they waited for the door man to flag a taxi. He kissed Sally deeply to thank her for the meal. Then the other girls in turn. The doorman eyeing him enviously.

They all climbed into the back when a taxi pulled over. It didn’t seem crowded.

They returned to their apartment building. John guiding them into his new apartment. Figuring he would enjoy the relative privacy while it lasted. Two days were probably not enough time for agents to have bugged it. At least in the guarded building.

Sally put on a pot of coffee in his kitchen. Cindy solved his mild dilemma when she pulled Jean into her lap and shared a deep kiss. John pulled Sally onto his.

They shared a passionate kiss.

“God, I’ve missed you.” she said, hoarsely.

“I’ve missed you too.” he said.

“Not too much, from what you’ve written me of your exploits.” Sally giggled.

“Nor you either, from what you’ve written of yours.” he chuckled back.

“It wasn’t a dream, was it?” Sally asked out of the blue.

“No dear, we all shared it.” John answered softly.

“Jean probably thought I was crazy.” Sally said.

“I didn’t care. Not with how hot you woke up.” Jean giggled from the other sofa. Cindy’s hands roaming softly under her blouse.

Sally melted into another kiss and then said: “Okay, lover. It’s my turn to entertain you. What would you like?”

“Hmm ... good question. I think what I would like, is to get better aquatinted with Jean while you and Cindy put on a show for us.” he said.

“Seriously?” Cindy asked.

John gave her that look. She nodded.

“He’s serious. I’m gonna enjoy this.” Cindy giggled.

“Me too.” Sally said, kissing him again and then slipping off his lap.

Jean cleaned Cindy’s tonsils before she slid off her lap and moved over to John’s.

Sally extended her hand and Cindy took it. Moving into her arms.

Jean and John exchanged tongues and then she lay back against him as they turned to watch the two stunning women begin to unwrap one another. Touching and kissing often as they worked. Cindy inched Sally’s dress up as her hands moved under it to cup her ass cheeks. Their tongues played a duet between their soft lips. Cindy revealed Sally’s green lingerie.

John groaned a bit and Jean felt his response beneath her skirt. Then she felt John’s fingers sliding between her legs and playing softly over her pubic area. Jean was unaccustomed to such gentleness from a man. She found herself trembling under his touch.

With Cindy’s assistance on fasteners, Sally began to remove her stunning dress. At first this became confusing, as the pattern below was virtually identical to the one above it. But not quite. Sally realized the difference when she had the dress halfway off. The difference in coloration, was Cindy’s skin. Unlike normal underclothing which may have a panel sewn in to cover certain areas, this outfit changed in density from a fine gossamer net to full opacity. The result was stunning and hid absolutely nothing. It was, without question the sexiest garment Sally had ever seen. She quickly peeled off the rest of the dress, revealing just how far this treatment continued. The tops of the net stockings blended smoothly into the body suit, yet weren’t connected. The effect was so pleasing, Sally was reluctant to remove them. Her desire to see more of Cindy’s soft skin won over and she slowly removed the stockings. Caressing her way back up the girls smooth legs.

The two of them stood back and considered each other. Their eyes met and something changed between them. Perhaps it was the fact that both realized that John was attracted to the other one as well. Both had played a dominant role in his life within the last six months. Whatever the reason, when their lips met once more it was for real. Their desire grew like gasoline poured on a campfire. It flared up and they were suddenly almost tearing each other’s clothes off. In moments they were nude before each other.

Cindy backed Sally onto the sofa, her lips locked to hers. Then she began to kiss downwards. John and Jean forgotten for the moment. The two of them slaves to their desires.

The effect of their passion was not lost on either John or Jean. John lifted Jean’s skirt and pulled her panties down. She moved facing him as she fumbled for his zipper. When his manhood sprang out, she moved her hips over his and impaled herself upon him. Then they were fumbling with buttons and fasteners as they fought to remove their clothes while they moved their hips in counterpoint harmony.

Before Cindy reached her hips, Sally was already trying to drag Cindy’s over her head. Almost simultaneously they dipped their tongues into each other’s nectar. The first taste had the same effect as giving Belgium chocolate to a child who has never tasted candy. Tongues delved deep as they abandon themselves to each other. Each tried to outperform the other at pleasing the other. Their bodies locked together in a writhing mass of passion.

John fondled Jean’s breasts as she rocked wildly upon his hips. All that remained of their clothing was Jean’s skirt, pulled up around her waist, and John’s trousers, down around his ankles. He did his best to kick them off.

Both of their eyes drifted again and again to the wild scene of passion on the other sofa. Their own state of excitement locked in sync with the girls. When Cindy and Sally’s bodies began to convulse, four cries of passion were heard in the room. Jean felt John’s seed spurt up inside her and this triggered a second wave of orgasm for her. Which triggered another wave across the room.

John gently caressed Jean’s back and sides as she lay panting atop him. Her large firm breasts crushed against his chest.

Cindy and Sally were apparently just getting started. Again they cried out in orgasm as their bodies shuddered, and still they kept going. Each orgasm building upon the foundation of the last. Cindy began to pump Sally up as John had taught her. Sally, not choosing to be one-upped by her, matched her lick for lick.

John removed Jean’s skirt and cradled her in his arms as they watched the show progressing across the room. Their mouths agape in amazement as the girls brought each other to one wracking orgasm after another. John began to respond once more.

Jean looked at him in despair as she was already exhausted from their own bought of passion. He smiled at her and eased her off his lap onto the sofa. Kissing her passionately to let her know it was alright.

John moved over behind Cindy. Sally’s head beneath her shapely hips. John positioned himself at the portal of Cindy’s love canal and pushed inwards.

Cindy virtually exploded. Her body was gripped by a massive contraction which matched ferocity of a charley horse. Her lungs emptied themselves in an animalistic scream that was sure to summon 911 assistance had anybody heard it.

Somehow throughout she maintained her attentions upon Sally, whom now wasn’t far behind her. John pulled out of Cindy and shifted around to the other end of the sofa. He lifted Cindy into his arms as he moved to enter Sally. The effect was the same as her muffled cry issued from between Cindy’s quivering thighs. It was too much for John and he again loosed his seed, this time into Sally’s warm tight dampness. His own cry seemingly docile compared to the girls. He fell back onto the sofa and Cindy fell forward, inert atop Sally.

The sight of all the passion before her spurned Jean to find her second wind. She moved across the room and over John’s hips. Kissing and caressing him wildly. He lifted his head and grinned at her. He closed his eyes for a second and to Jean’s great pleasure and surprise he grew rapidly beneath her hips. Slipping back into her like he had never left. She began to buck about in wild abandon. His hands upon her breasts or cupping her firm ass. Jean’s hands roamed over his body and over the inert couple beside them. Again her and John rocked their way into a wild orgasm. This time they shared it eye to eye. Jean’s body shook wildly upon him as he again planted his seed within her. Then they were still except for their gasping breath.

Recovery was slow. John rolled Jean gently off next to the gorgeous couple glistening with perspiration. John extracted himself and made his way to the kitchen.

He found a selection of mugs and doctored coffee to the best of his memory. Then he found a tray and made his way back to the living room. Sally was just beginning to stir. He handed her a cup of coffee.

She looked at him and a smile spread across her face ... changing to exasperation.

“How the hell can you do that?” she managed to gasp.

“Do what?” he asked.

“Leave three women unconscious while you have the energy to get coffee.” she giggled.

“Oh ... well two of the women mostly did it to themselves.” he replied.

“Uh... “ Cindy said.

“What was that?” Sally asked.

“Uh...” Cindy repeated.

“Don’t worry, you didn’t break her, she gets that way. She’ll recover eventually.” John chuckled.

“Uh...” Cindy answered in agreement.

John gently lifted her head and held a cup of coffee for her to sip from. She managed several sips and smiled contentedly, laying her head back between Sally’s shapely thighs.

Sally managed to take a large sip of coffee. Then she set the cup aside and took a long swipe between Cindy’s legs.

Cindy suddenly went: “UH!...” and managed to move her hips off of Sally.

Sally sat up in smugness over her success. She retrieved her coffee cup.

Jean began to stir and John took a sip of her coffee and then gave her a hot tender kiss. She opened her eyes and he handed her the cup. She pulled him back into a kiss and thanked him properly.

“Did I imagine it, or did you just achieve four rock hard erections in forty-five minutes?” Sally asked.