Chapter 10

Jean-Pierre Valois, France’s President, sit in his Citroën C6 in the midst of a large parade as it travels down Avenue des Champs-Élysées in Paris, France. Against the wishes of his advisors he pushed for the impromptu parade to be put on as a showing to the people that France would not be put in fear over the recent terrorist attacks.

Like the other countries that received threats of attacks from the New World Regime, the French government received a similar threat and just like the other countries perceived that threat as just that, a threat. Now though, the country is on high alert, but French President Valois refuses to run and hide, but rather remain out in the open as a symbol to his people. Of course, he has the guarantee from the American government should anything take place, his safety is guaranteed. In effect, he has become the bait and at the same time a hero, and for Jean-Pierre Valois, nothing tops the chance to become a hero.

The roar of the crowd outside the windows does nothing more but excite him as he waves them on. When he took on the position of presidency, he guaranteed them something grand, and now it is finally his chance. He smiles to himself and continues to waves enthusiastically, while atop one of the highest buildings that stand over Avenue des Champs-Élysées is Errios watching the watching the line of the parade as it passes below.

She is dressed in the still tight fitting red dress she wore earlier in the morning when she killed Prime Minister Kocbek. Her team has been set up throughout the city long before the parade even started. Plans had been made and her team put in place the moment President Valois issued the parade. Humans are so easy to manipulate. Errios smiles to herself as she thinks about the morning’s events just three hours ago...

President Valois looked up from his desk, his hands shaking. Fear and uncertainty was vastly spread across his face and so was shock. “Who the fuck are you?” he asked with a thick accent. “How did you get in here?” He began to reach for a small button located under his desk that would alert his security detail just outside the door, but stopped suddenly when the woman that was standing in front of him moved with incredibly fast speed, catching his hand, forcibly.

She whispered softly in his ear, “That is something I wouldn’t do if I were you.”

“What... ? How... ?”

She chuckled softly. “You humans, always scared of the unknown and yet so curious at the same time.”

“You’re here to kill me,” he stated, gaining a little bit of confidence in his voice. He fought hard against the shaking of his hands and his body until the Goji forced him back into his chair.

She ripped out the button from the desk and then regarded the man. “I can kill you if you would prefer, but I have another use for you.”

“What do you need with me?” he stammered out.

“Your cooperation,” she cooed.

“I don’t even know who you are. I can’t help you unless I even know that,” he answered looks noticeably around the room.

“Oh please, Mr. President,” Errios said. “If you are going to try and find a way to escape or get help at least make it not seem so obvious. Clearly you’re not a very cunning man.”

“Uh...”

“I didn’t think so. Maybe I have chosen the wrong person.” She flexes her right hand and her fingernails slowly extent into long, sharp nails. She starts moving toward him.

“Or maybe I am,” he offered quickly.

“Really?” She stopped and looked to the ceiling and tapped a fingernail to her chin. “How does France feel about helping the New World Regime?”

Valois’ chin dropped He went speechless, completely forgetting his fear. “I refuse to help you. I will not go down as a traitor to my country but a hero,” he said standing up revealing a handgun.

Errios laughed. “What do you plan to do with that little human?”

Valois’ grin changed into a frown. “That’s right. Go ahead and shoot me. By the time your brain decides to fire a second shot I will have you heart in my hand and the first bullet will only feel like a scratch to me.”

“You’re bluffing,” he accused.

In a flash, the creature closed the distance once again and pressed herself up against Valois. The gun was pulled from his hand. “Am I? You said you want to be a hero, then you can be a hero.”

“How?” he asked feeling a little intrigued against his better judgment.

“Contact the person in this information,” she produced a flash card and placed it on the desk, “and tell them you have information of a possible attack on a special parade you are holding this morning. Tell them what you have to about where it came from, but do not tell them the truth.”

“A parade? How can I get one set up that fast?”

“You’re the president, you can figure it out,” she said with a smile.

“I think I can arrange something,” he assured her.

“Where will the parade end?”

“Place de la Concorde. I’ll set it up along the same route as the Bastille Day Military Parade.”

“Excellent,” she says smiling.

“What guarantee do I have that I’ll live through all this?” he asked taking in a deep gulp of air.

“I can only guarantee as long as you get out when the fighting starts you won’t be killed. If you give me what I want now, I won’t come back to kill you.”

“What do you mean?”

Errios’ hand slipped down to grip his cock through his pants. With her free hand she pushed him back down into the chair. Before Valois had the time to object, the Goji had his pants unzipped and pulled down to his knees and his manhood fully exposed. Within seconds the man’s prick hardened as she locked her eyes with his. Then she lowered her head slowly toward his erection. She pursed her lips together and slowly ran them over the tip of it, taking it into her mouth briefly and then letting it slip out. She stretched her tongue out and with the tip of it she stroked the tiny hole. With her other hand, she began to give it long soft strokes up and down from the base all the way to the top of the head. She further extended her mouth muscle to run it along the bottom of his mushroom head, flicking it across gently, spending much time there licking and stroking that particular spot.

A low moan slowly escapes the presidents lips.

Holding his cock toward herself, she turned her head to the side and began to run her tongue down the length of his hard shaft. She repeated the strokes quickly and lightly before moving to slower and heavier strokes. Errios began to use her free hand, alternating strokes of her tongue with strokes of her hand for continuous stimulation into eventually using both hands with long deliberate strokes down his length, one hand after the other. Lowering her head, the creature moved on to softly lick his balls before raising her head again and suddenly plunging down over him, all the way down his, taking him into her throat. Almost gagging, she managed to swallow it all, holding her head still as she took him.

After a few seconds she released her mouth’s grip on the rock hard tool, sliding her head all the way back up its length. Then she began to push her lips over it in short strokes, just the tip at first, up and down, before taking the whole of him into her mouth before she releasing it. Errios did it over and over, faster and faster, each time moving a little further down his wicked member. She smiled to herself as she heard him begin to moan again. She lightly stroked her fingertips around the base and over his balls. The president’s hands wrapped around her head, grasping her hair firmly, pressing her head against him as he thrust his hips forward into her waiting mouth. He didn’t think about what she was or who she represented—not right at that moment at least.

Then Errios sensed his body stiffening. She could feel the throb of blood coursing through his hard cock. The taste of his cum was beginning to build on her tongue and she knew at any moment his load would unload into her mouth. A second later it did, blasting into her mouth in a hot torrent. The Goji was unhindered, expertly pumping her head around the tip of his prick as each spurt shot into her eager mouth until every last drop of cum emptied from his balls.

Valois threw his head back against the chair and gasped. Errios stood and licked her lips, running her tongue slowly across her lips. “Do we have an agreement?”

“Yes,” he panted. “There won’t be a problem on my end.”

“Good, Mr. Valois there had better not be.”

“And I will be safe from harm right?”

His question fell in silence. He lowered head to see an empty office. “Ce qui la baise?” he asked himself. “What the fuck?” Quickly he pulled up and pants and got to work...

Errios’ attention is brought back to the present by unusual movement from the alley. She looks in the direction of it and sees nothing, but stares anywhere. After nearly a minute it moves again. Only a shadow within the shadow but she knows it is exactly what they have been waiting to see. Her hand moves to the transmitter at her ear. “Get ready,” she says to the rest of her team, “they’re here.”

President Jean-Pierre Valois’ Citroën C6 pulls to a halt at Place de la Concorde. He sits in the car while his armed guard ensures the crowd is at a safe distance and there isn’t a danger to him from the surrounding area. Within two minutes time he is given the signal and he exits the vehicle. Immediately he is hit with cheers from the crowd. He hears many of the people call out his name and he waves and smiles at many of them individually as if he knows them personally.