Psylons 12: Rescue and Reunion.
A hostage, three Russian spies — one of them with psychic powers — and mission that they don’t dare fail.
In our last episode we found Jennifer in the clutches of Countess Anastasia Petrov and Russian KGB agent Ivan Volkov. Today we witness a daring rescue attempt.
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Chastity, Glock in hand, ready for action, nodded to Nick Salvitore. They stood facing each other on either side of the entrance to Countess Anastasia Petrov’s luxurious hotel suite. Sending a psychic probe inside the apartment, she located the hostage.
Jennifer’s here, she sent in a tight mental message to her partner, Slade Steele. Slade stood behind her with a squad of CIA agents in riot gear, ready to rush in when given the signal.
Thank God! He replied. He didn’t have psychic powers, but over the months they’d worked together, she and Slade had developed a tight mental bond. This would most likely be their last mission together. She was going to miss working with him. But she was a Psylon. She didn’t have the luxury of developing personal attachments, especially with the men she slept with.
Nick, another Psylon, was having similar regrets about his recent partner, Joanne. Their partners/handlers had been picked to work with them on missions, but also to satisfy the sexual hunger, a byproduct of the process that produced the Psylons — a growing need to feed off the orgasmic energy of others.
Slade, Joanne, and the other handlers had been a stop-gap measure by the CIA to fix the issues in the wake of the disaster at the Psylon compound, where the sexual tensions had exploded into a week-long orgy. Their handlers would soon be replaced with a world-wide sex club that would allow the Psylons relief from the hunger whenever and wherever they happened to be.
Chastity slid the key card into the slot in the door and heard the satisfying click. She quietly opened the door and led the group through the opulently decorated apartment to another closed door at the back. This one led to Countess Petrov’s playroom — a large chamber decorated to look like a medieval dungeon.
She held the group up at the doorway and probed inside the room. She slipped inside Jennifer’s mind to survey the room.
A KGB agent named Yuri Sidorov was chained to the wall naked, his cock semihard as he watched the couple copulating on the king-sized bed across the room from him.
On the bed, the countess entertained another KGB agent. Ivan Volkov was one of the new Russian psychic agents, making him the most dangerous of the trio. But he was completely occupied at that moment fucking the countess. There would never be a better time to take them.
Chastity threw open the door and rushed in, her Glock pointed in front of her. “Federal Agents, you’re all under arrest!”
Ivan’s head popped up from the bedding, his eyes wide with surprise. Instantly the room flooded with psychic energy. Most of the agents behind her froze as their minds were overtaken. Ivan was one strong psychic.
Chastity threw up her strongest mind-shield, and leveled her pistol at him.
But Slade was faster. Pulling a tranquilizer pistol from his holster, he shot Ivan in the chest.
The dart stuck right above Ivan’s left nipple. His eyes glazed and he sunk back to the bed unconscious.
“Slade!” Jennifer had freed herself by sawing through the ropes binding her with the sharpened edge of her fingernail. She rushed from the chair she’d been bound to into Slade’s arms. It had been over a year since the two had been separated.
Chastity was determined to call in every favor she had in the CIA to make sure they were never separated again. She owed Slade that much.
The group gathered at the new Las Vegas Points Clubhouse to debrief and unwind. Slade enjoyed a sip of his bourbon, feeling the wonderful burn of the alcohol down his throat. Success at last!
The Russian agents had been hustled off to a secret location for study and interrogation. The Russians having Psychic agents would add a whole new element to the spy game.
The Las Vegas agents had been setting up the Points Club here, and with Nick’s help, they got back to that work, leaving Slade, Jennifer, Chastity, and Sam alone together for the moment.
The clubhouse was being built in a run-down casino at the edge of the Las Vegas Strip. In the front part of the building, the dated gambling machines and watered drinks would work to keep the general population from staying for any length of time while allowing Points Club members to freely access the much nicer back barroom area where they’d meet and match up. Behind that were rooms set up for sex, much like the clubhouse in Bayside where Slade was stationed.
“Are you planning on coming back to Bayside, Slade?” Chastity asked.
He nodded. “I’ll be back before you know it. I just need to figure out all the logistics and get clearance to bring Jennifer there with me. Until then, I’m not leaving her side.”
He had his arm around Jennifer, and she held him tightly.
“I’ve already got people working on that for you,” Chastity assured him. “Right now, you two just need to get reacquainted.” She pulled out her phone. “Oh, look. The Vegas Points Club center is now available on the app.”
She shot him a wink then glanced at Sam, the other CIA agent that had come with them from Bayside. Nodding toward the hallway that led to the sex rooms, she added, “I’m booking us something back there.”
Sam smiled broadly and stood, offering Chastity his hand. “When duty calls…”
They both skittered off.
Slade had access to the new Points Club app on his phone, and quickly booked one of the back rooms for himself and Jennifer. “Come on,” he said, taking her hand.
All of the back sex rooms had an entry chamber that consisted of a dressing area and a bathroom with a large shower. Upon entering, he pulled Jennifer into a long, passionate kiss, that she returned enthusiastically.
He broke the kiss. “God, I’ve missed you.”
“Ditto,” she replied. She palmed his erection through the fabric of his pants. “I’ve missed this too.”
He smiled, cupping her breast. “Well, then I think it’s time you were reacquainted with my cock as well.”
“But I’ve been a captive for four days, and what I really need first is a shower.”
She did have a certain funkiness he hadn’t noted until that moment. “By all means. As long as you allow me to join you and wash your back.”
She brightened. “And other parts as well, I hope.”
He shed his jacket and loosened his tie as she shimmied out of her T-shirt and jeans. Her sleek lines had his cock begging to be released. Still, there was something different about her. Yes, it had been a year since he’d seen her, but the agent in him recognized the subtle difference in her form. Her hips were slightly wider, her breasts larger.
Well, sitting around CIA safe houses probably didn’t afford her the chance to stay in the wiry athletic shape he’d first gotten to know her body in. A ripple spread through his loins. The softer, curvier lines looked really good on her.
By the time he struggled out of the rest of his clothes, Jennifer had the shower running and steam filling the air. Soapy wash cloth in hand, she scrubbed those luscious curves. “Ahhh, this feels so good.”
He pumped a generous amount of body wash into his hand and soaped up. He wasn’t about to let a washcloth come between him and her luscious skin. Starting at her shoulders, he lathered down the curve of her spine, probably spending more time on her shapely ass than was strictly necessary. She felt so damn good.
His cock wanted him to hurry, but his mind wanted to savor every moment of this experience.
He reached around to soap her breasts, cupping each one and gliding the suds over her peaked nipples. Yes, definitely more here to play with.
“You’re a devil, Slade.” She’d abandoned the washcloth, and reached back to clasp his erection.
“And you’re an angel, Jen.” He kissed the nape of her neck.
Hot water streamed over them as he spun her to face him. “And so beautiful.”
Her hand went to his cheek. “There’s something I need to tell you.” She seemed hesitant.
Something serious? Something that could shatter this moment? “Later,” he said. “I need you now.”
He cupped the apex of her thighs, and slid fingers into her the way he knew she needed. Then, pressing her against the tile, he took his pulsing cock in hand and guided it into her channel.
“Yes, later,” she said with a little gasp. “I need you too.”
Jennifer’s core clenched as Slade slid into her. How she’d longed for this over the past year. Slade was the only man to ever find the key to unlocking her hidden passions. The Soviet training program that had produced her had given its female agents a posthypnotic suggestion — a way to bypass the passionate feelings sex could bring — allowing Jennifer to keep a cool head under any sexual circumstances. But they’d never told her how to reverse the process. Bastards.
Jennifer had given up ever experiencing a true orgasm until Slade opened up a new, passionate world for her. Those days they’d spent together a year ago had been heaven.
Then they’d been separated.
But now he was back, and better than ever. His touch instantly had her girly parts trembling with anticipation. With his wonderful cock so boldly inside her, she felt again that wonderful sensation of rising passions. “Fuck me, Slade. Fuck me.”
If the government separated them again, at least she’d have this one moment with him to remember.
Oh God! He drove into her, pressing her against the slick wall of the shower as steamy water cascaded over them. He held her tight, pistoning hard into her, and the powerful tension of orgasmic release rippled through her. “Slade!”
Wave after wave of erotic pleasure washed over her. Could any other sensation top this?
“Jen.” His release came on the heels of hers.
The hot pulsing inside her core had her wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close. “Never leave me again,” she pleaded.
He gasped. “I won’t. I promise, I won’t.”
They stood in the downpour, panting and smiling like fools.
He pulled back and cupped her breast. “God, Jen, I can’t get enough of you.” His head dipped.
Oh God, no. Not now. But she knew it had been too long. Her body would betray her.
As he sucked on her breast, milk sprayed into his mouth.
He pulled back, his eyes wide, breast milk dribbling down the side of his lips. “Jen, what the…?”
She put a finger to his lips, silencing him. “I was going to tell you. There just was never the right moment.”
She took a deep breath and dove in. “You have a son.”
Read all episodes, and the series will be continued here…
With Jennifer’s bombshell, where do they now stand? And what does the CIA expect of them going forward? Find out next week in Psylons 13: Baby. Baby!
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