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Alas, Eschiatos, Part II by Frank T. Gilson
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"Alas, Eschiatos"
Part II
by Frank T. Gilson
The dredge whirred and slowly moved forward, water and
fine muck shooting out the back. They usually put a tube on it
to carry the stuff away, but we didn't need that now.
Meter after meter it crept along, searching for that
body. It had to be there. Any moment now and it would be found.
The dredge operator stopped his equipment's movement
and signalled that something had gotten trapped up against the
machine's screen.
* * *
"The body was dumped into the channel that runs behind
Bringham street. Two men I saw before backed their van down
the boat launch there and dumped it in. It was weighted down."
She wasn't looking too happy. I put a hand on her
back and used my other one to brush some hair out of her eyes.
She smiled.
"Tell me who was doing the dumping, and who the stiff
was."
She reluctantly started speaking again.
"Two local guys, Johnny Smoke and Carter Evans, did it.
I barely saw the face on the body. It looked like our ward boss."
I wondered who had hired them to do it. Had they
participated in the actual killing? Was he dead before hitting
the water? One thing was certain, if not, then he was dead
quite soon after.
I brought up the room's terminal and punched in data
requests for any records on those two men. Where I had met her
was near the channel. That was Ward Fifteen. I punched in
a request for information on the ward boss.
"For the record I need you to give me your name."
We'd fucked and I didn't even know her name. This was
as good a way as any to find it out. She got scared and clammed
up.
"I can't do anything about this unless I have a record
of clear evidence. That record needs to be substantiated by
your name. I've said I'll protect you and that this is all
confidential."
The printouts I had asked for started coming up. I
tore them from the slot and took a look.
"My name... My name is Chelsea Brown."
I turned off the tape recorder and put it away. The
two men had minor criminal records, they were simple thugs.
The name of the ward boss was Eschiatos Abel. He had recently
squelched rumors of scandal and misappropriation of funds.
I looked at the face that now had a name. I looked at
Chelsea Brown. I held her in my arms. I kissed her cheek.
"Everything will be alright now. I'll find the body
and have those two guys picked up for questioning. Let me
take you to my apartment."
She got up out of her chair. I folded up the printouts
and put them in the pocket with the tape recorder. I went and
opened the door. She followed me out. We went to my desk where
I keyed out of the conference room. I began to think about
the situation; about the potential involvements of other political
figures. I decided to pursue things semi-privately until I had
something solid.
We walked to the elevator and took it down to the
parking facility and got into my car. I started it up and
drove us out into the smog induced perpetual twilight.
* * *
The harbor authority man signaled to the dredge
operator to close up the dredge and rotate the screen assembly
to face upwards. As it did so I thought about Chelsea. Why
was I thinking about her? She wasn't in front of me. 'Out of
sight, out of mind' failed with her. Why?
The screen portion of the dredge was facing up. Both
of us walked over to the side of the channel for a look. It
was there. In all its glory it was there. The naked body of
Eschiatos Abel saw the sun once more. Eaten away in places
by chemical waste, at least it was fairly intact. It was
intact enough to stand as proof of criminal action. I got out
my portable phone and called the Agency to file an on-site
report and request a forensics team.
* * *
My apartment was in a pretty good part of town. I'd
taken over the lease from my parents when they'd retired. The
owners of the building had recently renovated it and raised
rents. They wanted a better class of clientele. It was pitched
as a haven for upwardly mobile, young, single types. I surprised
them by being able to keep paying. In their eyes I was scum. At
the very least, I was single scum.
I parked and got out of the car, then let her out. I
walked us around to the back entrance. I didn't want much
attention. We took the stairs. I was only on the fourteenth floor
and everyone else usually used one of the elevators.
I looked back at her as she climbed. She was starting
to sweat. I guess she didn't do a lot of stair climbing. She
took off my suit jacket and unbuttoned hers. This gave me a
view of her cleavage as sweat slowly trickled down it. I
stopped and turned around.
"Why did you stop? We're not at the next floor yet."
I went down a step, the one just above hers, and put
my hands on her shoulders, grasping her jacket.
"We still have seven floors to go."
I lifted the jacket up and back, revealing her breasts.
I put my hands on them. My thumbs worked her nipples, my fingers
kneeded her breasts.
"Not here... Ohh... What... What if someone sees us?"
I sat down on the step and pulled her into my lap,
replacing my hands with my mouth. I licked a nipple, then spoke.
"I don't fucking care if someone sees us. I want to
fuck you, so I'm going to."
I had my hands on her hips. I told her to stand up.
She did and I removed her pants, pulling them down and off
as she lifted each foot. With my hands back on her hips I
kissed her pussy. I used my lips like teeth to pull on her
clit. I licked my tongue deep into her.
"Ohhhhhhh... I don't think I can keep standing!"
I put an arm around behind her and leaned her back,
most of her weight now resting on it. My other hand I brought
around to help with her cunt. As I sucked and blew on her
clit I put three fingers in her and moved them around, not
in and out, but a circular motion. She started to shake.
"Ohhh... Mmmmm... Gonna... Gonna cum... Yeah..."
She did cum, gushing. I sucked up every drop I could,
some dripping down and off my chin. I kept supporting her
as I pulled off my pants and shorts with one hand.
"Sit down, take me into your pussy."
I helped her down and guided myself into her. Again
I felt peace as her moist velvet surrounded me. I put
both hands under her shoulders to help her move up and down.
My mouth worked her breasts, alternately sucking and nibbling
one nipple, then the other.
"When... When you're in me I... I feel so safe"
I wasn't one to fall for comments like that. Other's
actions influence me, not words. But I didn't fault her for
it.
I slowly stood up. She wrapped her legs around me
and moved back and forth. I put her against the wall, partly
resting on the railing, and drove in and out of her. I
covered her mouth with mine and sought her tongue with mine.
She eagerly answered, meeting me in her mouth. Her small
hands grasped the folds of my coat.
I moved a hand down to cup her ass. I slid a
finger into the crack there and into her asshole. She exploded.
She bucked and shuddered and came. I kept thrusting, pulling
back and thrusting. Her head pulled back from mine and
she gasped for breath, eyes closed.
"Ohh yeah, fuck me, fuck me hard... Ohhh... Yes"
I was close to cumming, but I didn't want to yet.
I slowed and stopped. She opened her eyes. I gazed directly
into them. I brushed her hair back from her sweaty brow
and kissed her there. I pulled out of her and lowered her
to her knees.
"I want to cum in your mouth. I want you to suck on
me and swallow my cum."
She took the base of my cock in one hand, cupping my
balls with the other. She started by kissing the head of me,
then slipping it into her mouth, giving it a bath in her
saliva, using her tongue.
"That's right. That's good."
Then she took more of me in, bobbing her head back
and forth, giving me short pulls on my cock with her hand while
gently tugging my scrotum. She'd done this before. I could
tell. I was going to cum. She slowed down, stopped playing
with my balls, and stopped pulling me. She was going to
prolong this.
She slipped me out of her mouth and kissed her way
down me, still holding on with one hand. She took my balls
into her mouth and slowly sucked on them. She soon let them
go and kissed and bit the ridge of flesh behind my scrotum.
She pulled her head back and again confronted my prick. With
one gulp she took almost all of me into her mouth as she
slid a finger up my ass. That was it. I couldn't take it any
more. I was done. It was over. I came.
As my cum flowed into her mouth she pumped me with
her hand and sucked, drawing out every drop, swallowing every
mouthfull. I felt drained and leaned against the railing.
"That was so good, Chelsea. I'm going to enjoy protecting
you very much."
I stepped back and pulled up my pants, picked hers up,
and threw them to her.
"Let's go. Seven more flights of stairs left."
* * *
"Alas, Eschiatos"
Part III
by Frank T. Gilson
Forensics didn't take too long to arrive. The black van
with agency insignia backed down the boat launch between the
buildings. It stopped and its back door opened. The agency's
coroner herself stepped out. I had only seen her once before,
in passing. She was taller than I and fairly thin, wearing a
black plastic protective suit. Even one of those suits couldn't
hide her finer, physical, qualities.
"I didn't expect this to rate your appearance, Ms.
Babylon."
She looked me over as she put on a pair of sunglasses.
I figured her eyes weren't too used to anything but the low
lights in the forensics lab. I'd heard she didn't have much
time for anything but work. She was really into dragging secrets
out of the dead.
"You've stated for the record that the deceased is
apparently a political figure. I'm here to make sure that this
is handled correctly. If you will kindly move out of the way
we can initiate our part of the investigation."
She walked by me like I wasn't there. As she did so I
could have sworn the temperature dropped a few degrees. She'd
make a great bartender. She wouldn't need to use any ice.
I thanked the harbor authority men and told them we
probably wouldn't need the dredge any more. I walked back to
my car and connected up to its portable data terminal. I
keyed in a request to pick up Johnny Smoke and Carter Evans,
the two men Chelsea had fingered as the one's who dumped the
body. I transmitted the contents of Chelsea's tape recorded
testimony and appended it to my on-site report. I picked up
the phone and dialed my apartment.
* * *
"Is this really your place?"
We'd finally managed to climb to the fourteenth floor
and had just entered my apartment. She was looking around with
wide eyes. I guess I couldn't expect much else from a street
kid.
"Yes it is. I don't make a lot of money but it used to
be my parents. I don't have a problem with the way they decorated
it so I didn't have to buy anything new."
She saw my black leather couch and almost flew over to
it. She flopped down on it and rubbed against the leather;
running her hands all over it.
"Hey, watch it, you're not exactly clean. Go take a
shower and put on one of my bathrobes."
Chelsea got up and followed my pointing finger to the
bathroom. I heard the door close and the shower start. I went
into the kitchen and fixed myself a drink; a rum and coke. I
can't stand wine or beer or hard liquor, a rum and coke is
simple and honest and drinkable.
I began to think about her body again. Just the thought
of her enflamed me and she was nothing but a street kid; a
girl of seventeen or eighteen. I finished my drink and walked
over to the bathroom door. I took off all my clothes. We'd
just had sex on the stairs but I was hard again. I opened the
door and walked in.
"Hey! What are you doing in here. Can't a girl take a
shower in peace?"
I opened the shower door. She had a pouting look on her
face and soap on her body. I stepped in and shut the door behind
me.
"I thought you might want some help. Besides, I've got
this raging hard on again."
I began washing the soap off of her. She took the soap
into her hands and started coating me with it. It felt good to
feel her small hands against my flesh, cleaning my skin. She
got to my cock and stopped.
"I'm going to have to clean this a special way."
Chelsea put both hands on my ass and took me into her
mouth. As she sucked on me, she pulled my ass cheeks apart and
slipped a soap slicked finger inside me. I had to hold onto
the shower door as my legs got weak.
"That's a good girl. Oh yeah... yeah..."
She stopped short of making me cum. She stood up and
looked into my eyes.
"I want you to cum in my pussy. You haven't done that
yet and I want you to. Fill me up."
I steadied myself and picked her up. She wrapped her
legs around me and put one arm around my neck. With her unused
hand Chelsea guided my cock inside her.
She ground herself against me; mashing her clit. Her
head was thrown back, her wet hair hanging down. With one hand
around her waist I used the other to pull her head down using
her hair. I nibbled from her neck to one breast; pulling on
the nipple with my teeth.
"Ohhhh... Yes, bite me and pull my hair... Ohh... Yes..."
She sounded serious so I pulled her hair more and bit
down harder. Little spasms went through her. She started bucking
her hips back and forth, back and forth.
I moved forward a step and pressed her against the wall.
I drove back and forth inside of her and kissed her mouth. She
slipped her tongue into my mouth and I bit it, drawing blood.
I wanted to slow down so it would last a little longer
but my body wouldn't agree. My thrusts became more urgent. They
became harder, faster. Chelsea started to shudder and it set
me off. I came in her pussy, not much cum but still I came. We
stopped moving and she lowered herself down.
"I've got to leave you here and find that body. I'm
going to go down to the channel and have it dredged. Don't
answer the phone or the door and don't leave."
I got out of the shower and toweled down. I left the
bathroom for some fresh clothes as I thought about the chances
of finding what I sought.
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