Chapter 3

Jennifer Angel patiently sat back on her heels. I was lost in my reverie. Eventually, coming back to the present, I found myself looking into Angel's adoring eyes, surrounded by her halo of platinum hair.

I smiled at her as I said gently, "I guess that stuff goes with us as well, Angel. See to it, please."

Angel sprang to her feet, pulling a capacious Zero Halliburton wheeled metal case from behind the office door. She was carefully stacking the laptop, disks, and journals in the case, as I warily pulled open drawers on Otto's desk. The contents were uniformly unremarkable -- pens, pencils, and post-it notes. Well, the bottom drawer did include the Bianchi X-15 shoulder holster and several boxes of Remington Golden Saber jacketed hollow point ammunition. By now, I was pretty much inured to Otto's little surprises.

I stood up, slipping into the holster, with the heavy leather strap over my left shoulder. I clipped the holster to my belt as I looped the elastic over my right shoulder. Picking up the P-38 and inserting a clip, I racked the slide, chambering a round, then rolling the safety down just before I inserted it in the holster.

Standing behind the desk, wearing the holstered gun, I was amazed at how heavy and bulky it was. Nobody in any of those action movies I saw seemed as encumbered as I was. Just another case of Hollywood lying!

Walking to the hangers outside Otto's office I picked up a Mega Chem Labs windbreaker. Putting it on and zipping it a bit did an admirable job of concealing the holster. If I was going to be armed on a regular basis, we would definitely have to find a better, um, that is, lighter, more compact firearm. This big, heavy gun was hardly the ideal solution.

Otto's sudden need to flee was disquieting. I was becoming more and more convinced that my now extended family and I were in some peril, dictating my having a gun of some sort handy.

I walked back into the office, dropping the additional clips in my windbreaker pockets, then handing the extra boxes of ammunition to Jennifer. She swiftly stacked them in the wheeled case, then looked up at me, gesturing to the case. I nodded, and she closed it up, wheeling it out of the office. I stood, contemplating the poetry in motion that was Angel traversing the laboratory, on her way to load the metal case in the Mercedes.

After refilling my coffee cup, I wandered through the lab, my steps surer now, coming out of my Otto-induced befuddlement. Back in front of the lab's office, I was greeted by more world-class kisses from Angel; time was suspended, lost in her arms and lips.

The staccato rapping of Diana's high heels announced her return. She quickly joined Angel in my arms, kissing me. Two beautiful women were sharing my lips, kissing me in turn. Lips brushing my cheeks, neck, and ears, while they politely waited their turn at my lips. Their tongues licking my lips and teeth, as they allowed mine full rein.

My pulse was throbbing, with my hard cock pressing at my khaki slacks, my arousal leaving an unmistakable wet spot. Diana started to lower my zipper. I reached down, staying her wrist. My action surprised all three of us. The hard pulse of my stimulation was flushing more of the soporific out of my brain. With this newfound clarity feeding my disquiet, I decided we needed to move along.

Smiling, I slowly shook my head, saying in a soothing tone, "Not now ladies, we can play at Diana's."

They both nodded happily. With kisses for me, Jennifer and Diana were adjusting each other's clothing, while I tried to make my rampant cock a bit less obvious.

As we were getting ready to leave, I turned to Jennifer with a question. "Angel, Otto knocked me out with something that smelled like almonds and I was down for the count. Did he leave any of that stuff and the dispenser?"

Jennifer nodded as she walked back into his office, pulling open a file drawer. She smiled happily as she retrieved something. She carefully set a heavy, gold-decorated Waterman ballpoint pen in my open palm, saying, "Otto has his own built into a heavy signet ring. This was one of his spares."

Jennifer pointed at the pen's decorative design as she explained, "That's the safety. You slide it and then you push there and the aerosol delivers from this end."

Only by looking very carefully could you see the tiny opening in the end of the pen. I uncapped it to discover that the ballpoint worked just fine. Jennifer held up a gold cigarette case decorated with same design as pen. She flipped it open to reveal cigarettes and a thin gold lighter. Then she manipulated a hidden catch and the cigarettes hinged aside to reveal a row of one-milliliter hypodermic syringes, each filled with amber fluid, as she continued, "This is the antidote for the spray. One subcutaneous injection awakens you. The second ends the effect. Without the injection, the subject is under for a couple of hours. The effect lasts about twenty-four more."

Diana and I both nodded. Diana asked calmly, "Would it be better if one of us administered that spray, Master. Then if it blows back in our face you're still awake, protected."

Jennifer giggled as she said, "Good point, Diana. We do need to protect our Master, but not in this case. He is quite immune to all these drugs as are we. For that matter anyone of his slaves with the permanent imprinting is immune to these lesser drugs' various effects."

Diana smiled as she said, "You're quite well informed, Jennifer. That will be very helpful to our master."

I glanced at her with some concern, but the tone wasn't sarcastic and her expression was serene. Jennifer, taking no offense at all, smiled as she replied, "Yes Diana, Otto told me simply everything about everything. The drugs help me remember it all but with an added compulsion against me ever revealing anything without Otto's permission. Billy cleverly figured out how to secure that permission."

I grinned as I pointed at the lighter. "Does this do anything besides light cigarettes?"

Jennifer looked serious as she replied, "Not that one Master, but somewhere around here is a Zippo that Otto designed to shoot tiny darts that immobilized the subject allowing Otto to administer a follow up drug or simply flee. Would you like me to find it, Billy?"

I just stared at her, shocked speechless at Otto's machinations.

Diana interceded, saying, "I'll help you look, Jennifer. We need to make sure our Master Billy is well protected."

I was still blown away by Otto's toys; like this Zippo lighter, a souvenir from the 1964 World's Fair, with that fair's Unisphere globe on its case.

The cigarette lighter part still worked, now fueled by a tiny butane reservoir. Deep in the Zippo's chimney was an almost invisible tube, that used carbon dioxide to propel a half-inch long needle with feathered bases, having an almost miniscule payload of one of Otto's wonder drugs. The lighter's magazine held eight darts, ready to be fired rapidly one-after-another as soon as the hinged cover was flipped open and the safety released.

The Zippo went in my windbreaker pocket, the pen clipped in my shirt pocket, and cigarette case in the back pocket of my khakis

We stood next to the two cars as Diana provided directions to Bear Paw, the gated golf community, to Jennifer. Diana stood by the open door to her BMW 760 Li Sedan, looking at me expectantly. It dawned on me that she was awaiting my permission.

I asked, "Do we need anything else, Diana?"

She shook her head as she replied, "No Master, I mean Billy. I'll lead the way if it's all right with you. Will you be riding with Jennifer?"

I nodded with one last admonition, "Let's go then, please, but no speeding. I don't want any official notice."

Diana quickly replied, "Yes sir, no speeding."

She looked a little disappointed.

I climbed in the Mercedes Benz 600S with Jennifer. She eased out of the parking place to follow Diana who was already at the parking lots exit with her blinker flashing impatiently. Jennifer giggled. "Good thing you told her not to speed, Billy."

Diana was far ahead of us and quickly out of sight. I saw Jennifer's apprehensive look and I commented, "Don't worry Angel, I can get us to Bear Paw. Mommy Gwen and Auntie Grace regularly play a round of golf there with friends from Gold's. I've had to play sober cab often enough to know the way."

Jennifer smiled gratefully as she continued her careful passage of the dark, deserted streets. Sinking back into the soft leather seats, I pulled my Marlboros out of my backpack, loading them into my new cigarette case. I shook one out, tucking it between my lips, and lit it with the cars lighter. I cracked the passenger window, although the Benz's luxury ventilation system was doing a commendable job of dissipating the smoke.

My smoking was perhaps the one rebellion of my entire life. Gwen made it a short-lived one. I started out swiping her cigarettes. She swiftly put an end to that, not by admonishing me, but simply by buying a carton of my newly preferred brand when she bought hers.

As our ride glided through the murk I quietly finished my cigarette, trying not to think too much.

We rolled up to the security gate at Bear Paw to see Diana standing next to her 'Bimmer' with her index finger jabbing firmly into the chest of the guard. We could hear her raised voice over the engine noise of both vehicles as Diana cleared up any confusion he might have over our need for unfettered access.

It was only moments and he was handing Jennifer a laminated vehicle pass to hang from the mirror, a gate opening transponder, and an envelope containing key cards and number codes for the gates keypad station. He stood next to the open gate, at quivering attention as Diana climbed back in her car and led us into Bear Paw.

We drove along the wide boulevards, among the outsized estates of this exclusive community, passing the Club House that gave access to their very own Jack Nicklaus-designed golf course.

We turned a corner following Diana into a cul-de-sac. With a blip of her throttle she pulled into the driveway of an immense Tudor mansion. Diana was out of her car, gesturing us along the side of the house and behind, into a garage stall. Then Diana pulled up behind us. I climbed out to find a concerned Diana wringing her hands saying:

"Master Billy, I'm so sorry. I like to drive too fast, and quite forgot that I was not supposed to speed. I'm very sorry, Sir."

Diana was contrite as she stood there with her head down, so different then her stance at the guard shack. Jennifer tactfully interrupted to ask, "Billy, shall we unload the car now?"

I shook my head saying, "Not right away, Angel. Maybe bring along my backpack, but otherwise lets go in and get settled. Alright Diana?"