Wade actually looked away from his terminal, blushing a little, “Oh. Uh… you really should learn to turn your Communicator's mic off…”
Josh rolled his eyes and looked at the ceiling. “Goodbye, Wade”, he said, breaking the connection. Where was that button, anyway?
While Kim, Josh, and Ron returned to the routine of High School, Shego was off by herself in Hong Kong, staying at the GJ compound there. The compound was sparse, industrial, bleak, and the rooms were tiny. Furthermore, there was only one bathroom for each floor of the building. Well, one ladie's bathroom, anyway. The men had two. The food sucked, as well. Basically, everything about the Hong Kong GJ safe-house sucked.
Her job was to guard the Venzuelan Oil Minister, while he was there attending a top-level meeting with the Chinese government and several other oil-producing countries.
GUARD!, she thought. All my abilities, everything I've been through, and I'm a fuckin’ GUARD? And to do it, I have to live like THIS! At least in my own apartment I have Ron cooking for me! And Kim…
But it didn't bear thinking about for too long. She'd chosen this course… so she had to be away from her Pumpkin for awhile. Back in the World, she could go out with her in public, something she'd have never been able to do without the Director's… parole. Win some, lose some.
Stepping out to go to the cafeteria, she checked her in-box for messages. Nothing electronic, but rather an actual box, marked “Shego”, stacked along with a dozen other boxes for various agents on various assignments. She kept hoping for a letter from Kim… an actual, paper, physical letter. The e-mails were nice… but it would have been nice to have something solid to hold on to, for a change. Something that smelled like her.
Instead, there was an envelope marked Telegram. Telegram? Do they even HAVE those anymore? It was signed by “Dr. Director”. And apparently she had pre-paid for her a room at the Hong Kong Hilton. With an open room-service tab! I take back half the things I've said about you! Oh, thank you for getting me out of here!
The Hong-Kong Hilton was plushness and extravagance galore. Subdued, indirect lighting, hardwood everything, polished surfaces everywhere. Her room sported a fully-stocked bar, a jacuzzi tub, a king-size bed, leather furnishings… even a massage-table; the kind with a hole where one's head goes, so one can breathe while lying face-down. Doubtless there were masseurs – and masseuses – around, for hire. THIS is more like it! THIS is what I'm used to! THIS is what I've been missing… Because, she had to face it, being a poor working-stiff sucked. Pumpkin or no Pumpkin.
Apparently a masseuse was part of the deal, because that evening, one knocked on her door, ever so gently. An exquisitely beautiful black/Asian woman, with chocolate skin and slightly almond-shaped eyes, walked into Shego's room, her silk robe alternately tightening and loosening on the features of her lush body. She said her name was “Ko”.
Lee never smiled to himself, but if there had ever been a time he'd wanted to, it was now. All the pieces were fitting into place, the seven seals were happening just as they should, and at the time of HIS choosing. His tool, Shego, had been most useful in that endeavor, until her heart had gotten the better of her. It wasn't unexpected - in fact, it had been planned. Preparing the way for the Fifth Seal had been a little more difficult, but His true genius lay in setting the stage for each prophecy to ignite the next. It was time to bring Shego back into the picture, to finish what she had started.
And to do that was going to require the weapons he reserved for special occasions.
One of those weapons was named “Ko”.
Ko was one of ten “Slics” - and there were only ever ten in the world, at one time. Always five male, five female. All of them worked for Lee. To call them “prostitutes” would be like calling what happened at Bikini a “large firecracker”. The Slics were the Samauri warriors of the sex-trade, but their services were not intended for pleasure… their employer had other things in mind. Trained since childhood, they continued training all their working lives, learning the psychological art of sex as well as the physical.
Furthermore, Ko was one of only two Sapphic Slics. A specialty that had been chosen for her because she WASN'T lesbian. She could keep her mind clear, when “working” with other women.
And the first thing her training taught her – indeed, the first thing ALL Slics were taught – was to disconnect the body from the mind. Because the body was a tool. Facial expressions were a tool. Her voice was a tool. Her words were a tool. The way she walked, breathed, blinked her eyes… every outward thing she did, under any circumstances, was calculated to have the desired effect, whether she knew she was being watched or not. Ko didn't know the meaning of the word “privacy”, because to her, the only privacy was that within her mind.
Slics did not enjoy sex, anymore than a martial artist actually enjoys breaking a stack of boards. It wasn't the act, it was the pride in the skill involved. That was what Slics lived for: to perfect themselves in their work. To be proud of their work. To make their Master proud.
And to have attained her status as a fully-trained, working Slic - at the age of 19 - meant that Ko had good reason to be proud.
As soon as Shego had gone to the bathroom to change into a robe, Ko turned up the room's thermostat to 90F. Then, after Shego was settled – naked and face-down- on the massage-table, she had oiled and pressed and massaged her back, butt, legs, and feet. That was just to get her relaxed. The real work didn't come until she asked Shego to turn over. Starting at the feet, this time, Ko straddled Shego on the table and worked her oily way up Shego's lithe green body, using generous amounts of the warm oil - Jojoba oil; unscented, so as not to interfere with Ko's own fragrances.
She paid special attention to Shego's breasts, setting up for what she had planned. Shego still believed Ko was just a professional masseuse, just doing her job. She tried to think of Kim…
But it wasn't working. The black oriental girl was so good, everywhere she touched seemed to come alive, and the smell – she couldn't quite place the scent - of her long, silky-black hair was intoxicating. Finally, Ko carefully applied the oil to Shego's face, stretching and pulling at muscles that no one, ever, had stretched and pulled before. And lastly, she began to work with the green woman's hair, by covering her own hands in oil and then running them through Shego's black mane. In doing so, she let her own hair – just the ends – brush against Shego's breasts. Shego had a lot of hair, getting it all oiled up took long time, and all during that time, Ko's hair brushed gently up, down, and side to side, on her victim's breasts and nipples.
By the time Ko was running through the ends of Shego's locks - having to reach way over Shego's head to do it, thus ensuring that their two pairs of nipples made just the lightest of contact - Shego had no will-power left at all. She let Ko do whatever she wanted. She forgot about Kim.
In return, Shego was treated to… 5? 8?… she didn't know how many orgasms. It may have just been one continuous one, for all she could tell, the pleasure the other girl was giving broke over her like long, slow waves and shimmering surf. They 69'ed. They 99'ed. They dove-tailed. Ko was holding nothing back, using all her tricks. When one of Shego's erogenous zones became too sensitive to touch, Ko would just exploit another one, often one Shego hadn't known existed. Behind her knees. The insides of her elbows. Under her arms, next to the breasts. It was indescribable.
Ko had been given instructions to get Shego addicted to her in the space of one night. That was a tricky operation, even for a Slic. It required the utmost finesse and concentration, a true test of her skill. She'd done it before, but never in just one night. So far, though, so good. She had established - with what she was sure Shego thought of as “mutual consent” - her mastery of Shego's body. But to accomplish this mission - to ensure that next morning the victim wouldn't just wonder if it had all been a dream - she was going to have to plant a few thoughts in this green-girl's mind.
Several hours later, as they showered together washing off the oil, Ko began inserting her time-bombs.
“Do you have a girl-friend back home?”, Ko asked, a hand between Shego's legs. She needed to keep Shego just stimulated enough to be unable to think straight.
Shego shivered as Ko's soapy bosom pressed and slid against her own. “Yes…”, she whispered, “Kim… we… oh…”
Ko pulled Shego's hair back and whispered directly into her ear, using more breath than necessary, “If she's your lover, she must be very beautiful… I would like to meet her, sometime.” Ko paused, using all her senses to gauge the other girl's reaction. She stepped up her stimulation a bit more; “Do you think that could happen?”
Shego could only nod “yes”, and even that only slightly. Ko was keeping her just below the line where pleasure turns to pain now.
“I think we could have fun together, the three of us”, she whispered again, releasing Shego into yet another orgasm.
Will Du didn't say anything about Shego being 6 hours late for her watch. She began to apologize, but he cut her off curtly.
“I only have 6 hours to eat, get cleaned up, and sleep. I will be back here for my next watch.” With that, he opened the unmarked car door and stepped out, leaving Shego fairly drowning in guilt.
Finally, on watch, she had time to think about what had happened… the room Dr. Director had got her, the masseuse: Ko…
She hadn't known sex could be like that. That it could be a world unto itself, a timeless, scented world of such… intensity… She thought of Ko's naked body, and found herself becoming aroused again, just as if she hadn't had an orgasm in months. The girl was – incredible. She hadn't KNOWN it could be like that!
She thought about Kim. Their love-making was… just did not compare to Ko's. Compared to what she and Ko had done, it was clumsy and slow with Kim. They had to keep telling each other what felt good and what didn't, interrupting the feelings of the moment with words, trying to find positions that would work, and then trying to become comfortable enough in those positions to be able to stay like that for as long as it took. It was actually kind of exhausting… poor Kim…
Kim! What was she going to do about Kim! She'd… She'd CHEATED on the love of her life! What could she do? She couldn't tell her – she wouldn't understand. She didn't know how it was… how it could be. Shego opened her Communicator and automatically brought up a blank e-mail to Ron, instinctively thinking that he would know what to do, that he would forgive her, anyway, and perhaps be able to handle Kim. He was her Best Friend. Maybe he could… She typed in two words:
“Ron, please”, and stopped, as something else occurred to her.
What was it Ko had said in the shower? That they could be a threesome? Shego smiled at that thought, now becoming even more aroused than she'd been before. It would be the best of both worlds, being with Ko and Kim at the same time. It would be… perfect. And Kim would go for it, too, once she understood what Ko could do… This idea displaced any guilty thoughts Shego might have had about “cheating” on her red-headed teenage lover, and instead all she could think about was the things they might do together; her, Ko, and Kim.
Ko's mission had been accomplished.
Shego absent-mindedly closed the Communicator case with one hand, as her other hand slid between her legs to further her own pleasure. As it closed, the cover came down on her little-finger, pressing it on the “send” button.
That night, Ko was waiting for Shego in the lobby of the Hilton. Shego managed, just barely, to keep her hands off her until they were alone in the elevator, and by the time they'd reached their floor, Shego had half-undressed the girl, and Ko had completely un-buttoned Shego's blouse.
Shego pulled her, running, to her room, and searched her own pockets in near-panic for her key-card before they could go in. Once they were in, Shego pinned her against the back of the door with the most passionate kiss she'd ever given, to anyone, anywhere.
Ko pushed her back, firmly but slowly, so as not to break the spell.
“I wonder if you'd do something for me… please?”, she said.
The “something” was a theft. Shego was to steal a gold cigarette-case from the room of the Oil Minister of Venezuela. It was a nothing job… the kind of job that Lee used to give her, and she did make that connection, but she refused to think about it. All Shego's attempts to get information from the girl were fruitless. More than that, they were a waste of time. Time that should have been spent in bed, or on the floor, or on the kitchen counter, or in the shower… Shego's mind couldn't stop wandering, all she really cared about was having sex with this incredibly sexy and beautiful dark girl… anything that got in the way was just an obstacle to that. An obstacle to be removed.
So she did it, just to get Ko to stop asking and start kissing.
Ko took a single cigarette from the case when Shego returned with it, less than half an hour later, and gave the case back. She giggled. “Now you can take it back, Shego. Thank you. These are really good cigarettes!” Seeing the look of near-rage, near-desperation in Shego's eyes, she added, “I'm sorry to be so tricky to you, darling… I'm just so mean! I'll make it up to you. Now hurry, before he misses it!”
Shego returned the cigarette-case where she'd gotten it.
Ko smoked the cigarette and stubbed it out in an ashtray while Shego prepared herself in the bathroom. Then she set the ashtray outside the hotel-room door, and refreshed her memory of Shego's particular sexual buttons and levers, preparing for the night.
Ko “made it up” to Shego in spades.
In the hallway outside, a non-descript looking maid picked up the ashtray, carefully setting it on her cart of linens and towels. She did not empty it, but took it away just as she'd found it.
Author's Note:
Big thanks to Pwn Master Paladin for advice on the Biblical bits of this story. Without it, the over-arcing story-around-the-story would never have happened, or, if it had, it would have been El Lame-Oh.