Chapter 15

Natalia stroked the amazingly soft skin of Jessie’s inner thigh as they were watching a rental movie on the small screen which was mounted at the wall of her bedroom.

They were lying next to each other, their bodies’ naked skin touching, enjoying the closeness.

Jessie truly enjoyed Natalia’s teasing fingers but actually she longed for more and she tried to slowly wiggle her body down.

“What are you doing?” asked the redhead, faking her ignorance.

As the Latina tilted her hips down hoping that Natalia’s fingers would reach her sensitive flesh she growled, “You’re such a tease.”

Her bedmate giggled and nuzzled her nose against the soft and pliant flesh which was perfectly displayed before her eyes.

Again the Latina turned her body, trying to get her sensitive nipple in reach of the soft lips of her partner. This time Natalia gave in and gently sucked the hardening nipple into her hot mouth.

A slender hand ran slowly through the auburn tresses which encouraged the owner of it to suck in more of the delicious soft flesh.

Jessie moaned, enjoying the attention her body was getting but she wanted more.

“Please Nat,” she begged, “Stop teasing me.”

With a loud plop Natalia released Jessie’s breast from her mouth and as she proudly looked at the result of her efforts she said upbeat, “Okay.”

Jessie looked surprised, not really understanding what Natalia had meant with that.

With a cunning smile Natalia slowly leaned over Jessie’s body, dragging her breasts over the Latina’s trim stomach, to grab the remote from the bedside table. With a theatrical move of her arm she turned off the movie and as she unceremoniously dropped the remote back on the small table she said softly, “Close your eyes Jess and don’t move a single muscle except if I tell you to do so.”

Jessie gasped and as she looked at the redhead with puppy eyes she asked meekly, “Please Nat, will you blindfold me?”

“Oh, “ purred Pamela, “That is even more fun!“

With a genuine smile Natalia gave the dusky hued woman a gentle peck on her cheek and replied warmly, “With pleasure Jess. I feel honored you trust me.”

With contemptuous ease she climbed off the bed and slowly walked to her chest of draws, sensually rolling her hips. As she opened the top draw Natalia saw the neatly folded scarfs and suddenly she had another cunning plan.

“I think I want to tie her up, “ she confessed to Pamela.

“Ask her, “ her partner advised, “This is way more intrusive.“

As she draped one of the scarfs over her arm she asked her friend huskily, “I have five silk scarfs which I would like to use. Is that okay with you?”

Jessie instantly understood her friend’s question and to her own surprise she blurted without any thoughts, “Oh yes please!”

“Oh my, “ gushed Pamela, “She is really keen! This is going to be so much fun!“

“Alright, Jess,” Natalia said with a more serious tone, “I want you to think of a safe word. I’m pretty sure you’re not going to need it but better safe than sorry.”

The Latina chuckled a little nervous as she looked at the silk scarfs lazily flowing in the movement of Natalia’s arm.

“I always have fantasized over such an amazing evening,” Jessie said softly, “Pineapple.”

“Sorry?” Natalia asked confused.

“Pineapple,” said her friend huskily, “My safe word is pineapple.”

The redhead chuckled as she thought it was such a coincidence thinking back at Pamela’s aversion for a Hawaiian pizza.

“Pineapple it is then. Now, relax honey,” she said as she sat down next to the beautiful woman and as she took the darkest scarf from her arm she asked, “Blindfold first?”

The Latina looked into the olive green eyes of her lover, knowing it would be even more exciting she whispered, “Yes please.”

“Sit up, Jessie,” commanded Natalia.

As she sat crossed legged on the bed Natalia moved behind her and pulled the carefully folded scarf over her eyes. With swift movements a sturdy knot was tied at the side of her head and a few moments later she felt a warm hand pushing her down to the mattress.

She willingly let herself fall back to the comfortable warm sheets and stretched her arms above her head.

“Good girl,” a warm voice purred next to her ear.

With his heart in his mouth Gregory guided Jeanette and Ellen around the last corner and as soon as they saw the large doors he said, “We’re here.”

“Finally,” sighed Ellen relieved, “Took us at least 25 minutes.”

“Now what are we going to do?” asked Jeanette a little nervous.

“I’ve learned from Natalia that this thin line triggers the doors which open as soon as we cross it,” said Gregory, “I think it’s best that I do the talking.”

“Right,” said Ellen impatiently, “What are we waiting for?”

“I guess we’re as ready as we can be,” he said as he shrugged his shoulders and deliberately stepped on the disruption in the floor.

As expected the doors opened silently, revealing the room with the 3 chairs; but this time the room was brightly lit, showing off the beautiful carved wooden panels which decorated the whole room.

The 3 looked at each other and without saying a word they walked as one into the spacious room.

“Wow,” Ellen gushed as she studied one of the panels more closely, “These are amazing.”

Gregory was speechless as he carefully touched the shiny wooden carvings with his fingertips.

“These are stories from the past,” Jeanette said in awe, “They are so beautiful!”

“They are, but not as beautiful as the siren message we just heard a short while ago,” a warm but eerie voice reverberated through the room.

Gregory instantly recognized the voice and replied with deference, “Thank you, Thymea. It was Jeanette who performed the siren call.”

“It was very fortunate it was performed close to the optimum position.” Thymea responded instantly, “And I’m obliged to tell you the performance was flawless, Miss Jeanette.”

Jeanette could only squeak as she heard the Enzuin mention her name, stunned by the fact they had admitted her interpretation of the siren song was flawless.

“That’s great to hear,” said Ellen, totally unimpressed by Thymea’s remark, “When can Jeanette do it again so we can transmit it to our colleagues?”

“It is already transmitted, Miss Ellen,” Thymea excitedly said, “It was perfect and we came to the consensus to send it to the type R androids without any delay.”

“What?” Ellen exclaimed, “Why? A lot of our people will suffer because Jeanette won’t be there on time to give them the necessary closure of the call!”

“There will be time enough for Miss Jeanette to welcome the first guests,” answered Thymea with a calm voice.

“I think Jeanette should leave immediately,” said Gregory with a slight tremor in his voice, “It will take her at least 20 minutes to get back to the main entrance.”

“That will not be necessary,” replied Thymea; and as soon as he had finished his sentence a large portion of the wooden panels silently moved upwards, disappearing in a rectangular gap in the ceiling. The grey wall behind the wooden paneling became translucent, revealing the 4 pastel tinted doors of the main entrance hall which seemed to be empty at the moment.

“As you can verify,” Thymea said smugly, “Nobody has responded to the siren call, yet.”

Ellen gasped and asked him incredulously, “Are you telling me we have wasted 20 minutes to get here?”

“No, Miss Ellen,” Thymea retorted, clearly starting to lose his temper, “It takes16 minutes to be revived from Cryostasis. The correct procedure to engage with us is to have the sincere intention to willingly undertake the walk so we might be fully revived. This is a trivial process for us.”

Gregory put his hand on Ellen’s shoulder and as he squeezed her gently he said, “We appreciate the effort you and your brethren have taken, Thymea.”

Ellen gently patted his hand, signaling she was in alignment with his point of view and addressed the Enzuin with a gentle but sincere voice, “My apologies Thymea, I didn’t know. It must be hard.”

“Apologies accepted Miss Ellen,” Thymea responded flatly, “Now, Miss Jeanette should get ready to welcome the Summoned. If Mr. Gregory and you would like to stay to discuss another urgent matter.”

Jeanette gasped as she recognized the man who just stepped out of a portal and whispered enthusiastically, “It’s Rus!”

“Just walk towards him, Miss Jeanette,” Thymea said with a calm voice.

Jeanette waved awkwardly to the two stragglers in the room and walked with a spring in her step straight through the wall.

Ellen and Gregory witnessed how Jeanette appeared in front of the man, welcoming the newcomer with a warm embrace. But all too soon the emotional scene slowly faded away, revealing the solid grey wall again and only a second later the wooden panels swiftly descended from the ceiling, hiding the dull grey concrete from view.

Gregory cleared his throat and said, “You wanted to discuss a matter with us Thymea?”

“Yes,” the alien responded, “We would like to discuss Miss Bloom.”

His heart started to beat a little faster and he meekly responded, “I must apologize for my misstep, Thymea.”

“We don’t wish to discuss her visit to us,” the Enzuin said resolutely, “We want to address the disturbing fact that Miss Bloom believes the GIS is under attack.”

Gregory looked wide eyed at Ellen who had the same distressed look plastered on her face and as soon as he had mustered enough courage to speak he said, “I think her view on the situation is a little over agitated.”

“Her view is based on facts,” the alien retorted, “The number of recent purges is disturbingly high.”

Gregory’s mouth fell open as he heard his own concern reflected back at him; but before he could respond Ellen said calmly, “This has been brought to your attention many times, Thymea. That’s why we initiated the siren call.”

Thymea’s voice sounded irritated as he replied, “Yes, but that will not be enough! It has been decided that Miss Bloom was to receive an upgrade and now she must be prepared for the task and rebuff the attack.

Ruben restlessly paced in a circle in his small living room as he continued mulling over the possibilities and logistics required to set up his lover’s suggestion. He knew he had to come up with a complete, well considered plan.

The location was crucial: it had to be luxurious, preferably owned by Mr. Sinter to prevent any unwanted attention.

He was not concerned whether his beautiful spy would be able to lure the man to come to the hotel but the steps after that were still not completely clear to him.

He definitely wanted to interrogate the man, getting valuable information to enable a direct attack of the GIS from within. Ruben knew this was the weak part of his plan as he never had done this before. His forte was to manipulate people, brainwashing them into willing puppets; but extracting information was something completely different.

He had heard somewhat disturbing stories about how successful Sindy was when she was tasked to extract information from any person. He shivered a little as he remembered her enchanting eyes following his blatant gaze over her incredibly sexy body and his heart was beating in his mouth as he remembered her firm breasts pushing in his back as she had pinned him against the door.

He couldn’t keep himself from fantasizing about forcefully kissing those incredible, ruby red lips while pounding like a wild animal into her sex. The fact she almost suffocated him with her bare hands made it all seem surreal until he recalled the woman licking his earlobe as she whispered, “Good boy.”

“Fuck!” he shouted out loud knowing he would find himself in a serious predicament if he should meet her again.

He sighed deeply and he knew he had to take the next steps, feeling Mr. Sinter’s annoying breath on his neck.

He grabbed his phone from the table and used the short dial to reach the main office. He checked the time on his watch and knew it was actually too late to call but he was utterly surprised when the call was answered.

“Ruben,” Sindy’s sultry voice sounded in his ear, “I’ve been thinking about you.”

His heart was in his mouth as he responded hoarsely, “Hi Sindy, I didn’t expect someone would pick up so late.”

“Then why did you call anyway?” she asked as her voice sounded even more husky as before, “Is there an emergency, Ruben?”

“No, not really,” he responded, cursing about the fact his throat was getting dryer by the minute, “But I can lure one of the GIS leaders to a hotel.”

There was a long pause and Ruben wasn’t sure what was going on and said, “You’re still there?”

“I am,” Sindy replied curtly, “I guess your pretty brunette will seduce him into having some fun.”

He had trouble swallowing and as soon as he thought his voice was to be trusted he croaked, “That is the plan, yes.”

“Right,” said the woman haughtily, “Next week Wednesday at The Blue Lounge Hotel room 969. Booked in the name of E. Brown and the room will be available from 4 pm.”

Ruben wrote down the details and replied, “Got it: next week Wednesday 969 Blue Lounge. E. Brown and not before 4pm.”

“Ruben?” asked Sindy with a small voice.

His mind flashed back to the scene where he had blatantly had checked out her physique, remembering her sad looking face and her bright red lips in particular. He was not sure what she was playing at and didn’t want to get in trouble again.

He took a deep breath before he replied, trying to keep his voice as neutral as possible, “Yes Sindy?”

“Please don’t fuck up.”

His mouth fell open hearing the sentence, having great trouble to keep his calm but he managed reply soothingly, “Don’t worry, everything will be fine.”

She snorted and replied condescendingly, “I’m not worried but it would be a shame if they going to mess up your pretty face.”

His blood was boiling, knowing exactly why she was trying to get him off guard and he answered flatly, “How sweet to know you think I have a pretty face.”

Sindy chuckled and said huskily, “Good boy.”

Before he could reply she had hung up and he realized he had walked straight into her cunning trap. He sighed as he had trouble to get her pretty face with those kissable lips out of his mind.

“How interesting,” Ellen murmured as she walked next to Gregory, “But I’m actually quite disappointed in Natalia.”

“I do understand why Pam and Natalia haven’t told us,” he responded calmly.

“Oh and why is that?”

“I’ll bet that they need some time to figure out the upgrade before they’re going to deploy it.”

Ellen pondered about Gregory’s view and came to the conclusion he was partly right. “Maybe, but still,” Ellen replied with a hint of annoyance, “They could’ve mentioned it.”

“I beg the differ,” he said soothingly, “We were all completely preoccupied about the wonderful news and even if Natalia had told us it probably would have slipped my mind.”

Ellen chuckled. “You seem to forget we are androids Gregory; nothing ever slips our minds.”

“You do have a point there,” he pondered as he put his hands behind his back, “But I believe they would have told us if they were confident enough to share it with us.”

“I guess you’re right,” Ellen responded as she was tapping her finger on her lips, “Natalia is a perfectionist and she absolutely doesn’t like to rely on something which is only half finished.”

Gregory sighed and said, “I must admit it was quite confronting to hear my own arguments being used to validate Natalia’s upgrade.”

Ellen moved closer and as she gently put her arm around his waist she said warmly, “Those 2 combined are a lethal weapon and I bet Natalia had maximized the element of surprise to her benefit. Resulting in the amazing fact that Thymea was goaded into support them no matter what.”

“Indeed, which brings us to another hurdle we have to take,” he said softly, “Now Jeanette will be preoccupied for a while because she’s the siren to receive all the guests.”

Ellen stopped walking and as she stared at him in disbelief she grumbled, “You want me to take over Jeanette’s role to train Natalia.”

“Yes and I believe we should keep the number of people knowing about Natalia’s special situation as small as possible.”

“Damn.”

“Come on Ellen,” he chuckled, “I think it’s time to bare your teeth again.”

“Why?” she asked him, remembering the early days of the GIS.

“Because we just can’t wait any longer,” he muttered, “Plus we need to find the mole.”

“Do you have an idea who the mole is?”

Gregory continued the walk to his office as he sighed deeply. “To be honest; not really. Although I must admit that Natalia’s outspoken remarks about Jack’s behavior were an unpleasant confirmation of what I had suspected for a while.”

“Why don’t you just tell me you knew all about it,” snorted Ellen and continued by saying, “Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely.”

“I know, I know. But there’s no valid reason for Jack to be the mole,” he pondered out loud, “He clearly loves his function too much.”

“There’s that,” she responded thoughtfully, “but someone must have a grudge or another motive to compromise the GIS.”