Chapter 13: A tale of two cities

Jamie couldn't be sure, but he felt that Fisah was flirting with him. If she was, it was admittedly subtle and Laura hadn't picked up on it. If she did, Jamie expected her to get annoyed at her new friend. Of course, he knew he was very inexperienced at these things and could well be absolutely wrong, but there were little things, Fisah would drop her head a little and look at him through her long black lashes, almost shyly. She was constantly brushing his arm and shoulder with her hand, Jamie recognised the 'small touches' that Laura had once described to him on MSN. And she didn't miss an opportunity to give him the benefit of her dazzling smile.

Jamie, Laura and Fisah had taken the Toyota Land Cruiser parked outside the hotel and driven into the nearby town to try and find some clothes. Jamie had quickly managed to find himself some jeans and casual shirts, but the girls were not to be rushed. What followed was virtually a fashion show, as Laura and Fisah tried to outdo each other in winning Jamie's approval.

They had found a small but well stocked boutique and tried on numerous outfits, not bothering with the changing room. Jamie was treated to constant views of both girls in their underwear, as they picked out dresses and other garments to try on. After nearly two hours of being teased mercilessly, the girls declared themselves satisfied and Jamie found himself acting as a packhorse to lug their choices back to the Toyota.

As they drove back to the hotel the girls were still flushed with the excitement of their shopping experience and they chattered non-stop until he pulled the land cruiser to a stop. Jamie announced that he was going to spend a little time on his computer before hitting the sack for the night. He thought Fisah looked a little disappointed with his decision, but she didn't say anything.

Assam was in a towering rage. He had lost Mushtaq and more importantly he had lost the hundreds of survivors they had worked so hard to round up. He had ordered Hadij to immediately go back out and begin to pick up as many survivors as he could while he himself checked on the status of their special teenagers.

Laura's guess as to the nature of these 'special' survivors had been bang on. Assam now had around sixty Muslim teenagers, mostly of Pakistani parents, but born here in Glasgow and they were being trained to become additions to his force. Most of them had never held a gun before and some were traumatised and shamed by the scale of the atrocity that had been carried out. Assam was working hard to indoctrinate them into hating all things western and accept that their true destiny was to help him establish an Islamic Britain.

The Muslim teens were based on the campus of Stirling University. The grounds were extensive with woodland, ponds and University buildings dotted in amongst fantastic scenery. When Assam drove into one of the main car parks at the University, he heard the sound of gunfire. He parked up and made his way towards the giant sports complex, finding a large group of the Pakistani youths gathered round the firing range. He watched for a while, pleased with the numbers who showed distinct promise in their accuracy.

He interrupted their practice to speak to them.

"I have an urgent need of your services my brothers and sisters," he said.

Assam explained how difficult it was gathering up the white survivors and keeping them secure for long enough to indoctrinate them and get them to convert to Islam. He was pleased when more than a dozen of the teenagers - all boys - volunteered to help immediately.

"Pack your things and get ready to come back to Glasgow with me," he told them.

As he made his way back to his jeep, he pulled out his mobile phone and made contact with his opposite number in Edinburgh.

"It is Assam, how are things going on the East Coast?"

"Better than I could have hoped," replied Nasser al-Nawah.

"How many have you picked up?" Assam enquired.

"I've already got over four hundred. We've based them on the Napier University campus on the outskirts of Edinburgh," said Nasser.

"I'm having a few teething problems here in Glasgow. We've identified a pilot whose been flying a helicopter and I've been trying to get my hands on him. While I've been busy with that there was a mass breakout and I've lost over two hundred that we'd picked up. I'm having to start over again, but now I've got some extra help from some of the Muslim kids we've found."

"Maybe it's time we met up to discuss plans for the future?" suggested Nasser.

"Good idea, how about Harthill Services? That's about half way between us," Assam suggested.

They agreed to meet there the following day and Assam ended the call. He had been thinking of ways of accelerating progress with the surviving teenagers and had decided to use the range of techniques that had proven successful in some African countries. There, they had managed to brainwash countless thousands of children and had turned them into soldiers for their tribal wars. He knew the tricks - such as sleep deprivation, the use of white noise etc - and he was going to start using the same approaches with all those he picked up.

Jamie had worked for a solid hour answering more e-mail on his laptop. More had come in since he had last checked and he now had nearly two hundred people to correspond with. Some of the most recent e-mail was from teenagers who had escaped from the Glasgow mosque and they now checked in to the web site as he had told them. His replies were all in the same vein as before - hang on and he would try and find a way to bring them together.

Laura came into the bedroom and said that she was tired and ready for bed. It had been an exhausting day given the excitement of the escape and then the intensive shopping she had thrown herself into. As she was getting ready for bed she surprised him.

"Jamie, I think Fisah really likes you. I mean what's not to like, but I think she was impressed with how brave you were in coming to my rescue. She said she wished she had a brother like you to look after her."

The surprise for Jamie was in the way Laura was telling him this. He had been sure Laura would instantly get jealous if she thought Fisah was interested in him, but it appeared not. With Laura's next statement he was even more surprised.

"She asked me if I would mind if you were together and I told her I could live with it."

Jamie gulped. Did she mean what he thought she meant?

"You mean, together as in 'doing it'? Like, sex?" he asked nervously.

"Of course silly! What else would I mean?" Laura laughed.

"Isn't this a bit sudden? I only met her today and she is quite a bit older than me," Jamie replied.

"Yes, but things are all different now. There aren't many people left and the vast majority of them are our age. Fisah doesn't have much choice in terms of the age of possible partners and the old values about waiting are all out the window," Laura explained with some maturity.

"I still think it's all a bit sudden," Jamie repeated.

"I think you're just nervous. You've never had a real girlfriend have you? Fisah's waiting in her room for you. Why don't you go to her and lose your virginity. She really is a beautiful woman, probably the most beautiful I have ever seen. You should count yourself lucky she's chosen you."

Jamie couldn't disagree with Laura's assessment of Fisah's looks, she was stunning. He could also see the sense in some of her arguments about societal norms now being completely different. She was right, the thought of perhaps losing his virginity was making him very nervous, but there was still a nagging concern in the back of his head too that Fisah was pushing things really fast.

"Well bonehead, are you going to keep the beautiful woman waiting?" Laura pressed.

He shrugged and left their bedroom, making his way to Fisah's room.

He knocked on the door and heard Fisah tell him to enter. When he saw her his mouth grew dry and his tongue seemed to have grown to twice its normal size. Fisah was standing beside her bed wearing a satin two-piece pyjama set. Jamie didn't remember her picking this out in the boutique, he was sure he would have registered something so sexy.

He was rooted to the spot as she crossed the room and put her arms up and around his neck. She read his nervousness and tried to help him overcome it by drawing him down into a sultry kiss. He could taste her breath, traces of honey and something spicy, and his senses returned as he felt her little tongue flick into his mouth.

Fisah heard and felt him moan from deep down inside himself and she let her hands gently stroke the back of his neck and head, encouraging him to deepen the kiss they were sharing. She could feel his physical response against her belly and she pressed herself tighter to him so he was more aware of both her and his state of hardness.

Jamie was lost in the kiss, not as lost as he had been with the kiss he had shared with Laura, but there was no denying Fisah knew what she was doing and that he was holding a very beautiful, and apparently ready, woman. He felt one of her hands moving to take his own and she brought it up to her left breast. The sensation was incredible and he knew it would stay with him for a long time. The fleshy mound was soft and yet firm at the same time. He imagined it was similar in size to his sister's, the only other breast he had held.

With Laura there was always something to hold him back, the guilt of feeling the way he did about his own sister, the sense that he was responsible for her wellbeing and the belief that he had somehow engineered her feelings toward him through the bogus MSN meetings. With Fisah there were no such barriers and he was able to let himself go. Still, at the back of his head, there was something not quite right about what was going on.

Fisah's hand was urging his own to massage her breast and to play with the hard nub of her aroused nipple. Jamie obliged and it was then his turn to hear the exotic woman groan with pleasure. He was aware of her beginning to back towards the bed, leading him with her and then easing them both gently down together. She had maintained their first kiss the whole time and Jamie felt no need to end it any time soon.

They were soon side by side on the bed and Jamie continued his new love affair with Fisah's sensitive breast. He felt her hand glide over his hip and dip towards the hard lump in the front of his pants, the same soft hand he had felt when they had touched earlier in the day. Fisah's arm straightened and the tension he felt increased as she bypassed his cock and instead began to lightly trace her fingers along his inner thigh.

The Asian goddess broke their kiss at last and used the hand that had been holding his head to urge his mouth lower, towards the hard point he could now see poking through the satin material of her top. He knew what she was looking for and he let his lips close around the hard little peak, using his teeth to gently nip the bud and feeling his excitement rise as she responded by taking a sharp intake of breath. He let his teeth continue to worry her nipple through the sensuous material and, given his inexperience and excitement, held himself on the edge of coming without any actual physical stimulation to his rock hard cock.

Fisah could feel Jamie trembling and she guessed he was feeling something of a sensory overload. He was young and Laura had confirmed he was still a virgin, so she had expected this. She moved to try and ensure he enjoyed this as much as possible.

Jamie was surprised by Fisah's sudden aggressive move and he felt himself pushed onto his back as she unzipped his pants and pulled his hardness out into the open. The sensation of her warm, wet mouth engulfing the head of his cock was too much and he began to fire his juice frantically almost immediately. He thought it was never going to end and he could feel Fisah swallow over and over as she tried to deal with the volume of his cum. Eventually his cock stopped bucking and all that remained was the feel of her tongue continuing to stimulate the sensitive spot on the underside of his cock-head.