Belonger (An erotic novel): Part One (36 page)

“
Look!” said Manassa, poking
her in the side.

Emma
caught a movement
to
the
left
,
saw a
couple
slowly
walking hand in hand down the sidewalk on a course destined to
take them right past
their
hiding place. Ione motioned them down
to crouch deep in the shadow of the hedge,
listen
ing
intently
.

The
couple exchanged
playful
affections,
kissing
from time to time
, in no
hurry to get anywhere at the moment, and
Emma
was moved
by
this small
evidence
of sentiment in such a jaded
setting. The sound of automobile traffic receded for a moment, as
it seemed to do periodically, and moist air breathed down on them
from a serenely
moonlit
sky wreathed with thin tendrils of cloud.

The woman had undone a few buttons on her
frilly blouse to reveal a smooth sculpture of breasts stuffed in a
red lingerie halter. Her lover could not resist their allure,
slipped a nipple out with a pinch and twist, delicately tweaking it
to prominence. Her gait loosened at his touch and she whispered
steamy provocations as they approached Emma’s hiding place behind
the hedge.

From the vicinity of the man’s crotch she
heard a loud metallic sound. The woman tittered, and the couple
halted, kissing with an unhurried passion.

“
You want to take care of it
now?” she coaxed,
staring deep into her
lover’s eyes, lips curled salaciously
.
“There won’t be another chance till later…”
He grinned assent.

The woman
casually
dropped
to her knees
.
U
nzipping
his
fly
,
she
free
d
his
penis. At the base of it
was
a thick band of metal
that pinged noisily
when an erection
formed, unambiguously signaling
expectation.

T
he
woman sucked
his straightening
member
with
a
competent,
rubbery
cadence as he relaxed to a wide-legged posture, one hand lost
in her hair. Despite everything, Emma found herself aroused by
their dalliance, had to admire the woman’s congenial skill as she
took time to bestow kissed insinuations of delight up and down the
extent of his manhood, even digressing to lick his testicles with a
syrupy, lip-smacking drama.

It all promised a good end,
but Emma
could fill in the rest of
the
story
herself
;
the
cock
ringer
sounding
noisily in bed
on a rainy night
, or out
drinking with friends… or on a romantic walk in a place like
this—wherever
her man
got the desire for a penis suck
.

The
woman
tortured
him with playful little masturbations
,
then settled to a functional gulping,
finally
t
ook
a long
,
sticky emission
on the forehead that amused even Ione. Smiling up at his
satisfied expression, she
zipped his pants
and
c
omposed
herself, and the
y
were soon
walk
ing
hand in hand again,
destined to
repeat the
act
on the next block
for all Emma knew.

It grew quiet eventually as the night wore on
and Emma fell sleep, head cushioned on Ione’s thigh.

At some point in the night she was doused by
a gentle cloudburst; warm, heavy droplets that washed her clean
from the hot trek across the sand.

Ione barely endured the
following day, tormented by thirst as t
he
sun
idled
across
the
sky, occasionally baffled by thin
detachments of cloud flung from the City to etherealize at the
desert’s edge.
She thought of stopping
every car that passed,
but
was intimidated by the prospect of going naked
before clothed citizens,
resolved
each time
to give Mark
until night as
promised before
ventur
ing
in
herself, dressed in darkness
.

Later, as the evening
dragged on, t
hey were
roused to
attention
by
a huge, open-topped
vehicle painted a fantastic green. It
had
already swung past twice.

“
Emma…” a voice tiredly
called. “Ione! Manassa!”

Ione
rose cautiously to view
, and the car
immediately pulled over near them
.
T
he
driver
o
pened the front door and
stepped out.
He was very tall, stood a
little higher than Manassa even, and quite good-looking. He
had
short,
sandy blond hair
casually
ranging
a
smile-prone
countenance and his
hands were very
prominent, hovering restlessly at his side, ready for
anything.

“
Hi!”
he
said. “I’m Dean.
I can only assume you’re the women I’m looking
for.
”

“
Maybe,” Ione cautiously
offered. To her surprise he made eye contact with Emma first rather
than the larger women flanking her.

“
I’m Emma,” her lover drily
confirmed, evidently too tired for cagey exchanges at this
point.

Dean
regard
ed
Ione’s
stately figure and Manassa’s
singular
nudity
in
grinning
appreciation as they matched
themselves to names.

“
I assume Mark sent you.
What
happened
to
him
?”
Ione
inquired
.

Dean winced.
“
Ah. Yes. Interesting situation.
I met him pretty much by chance last night at a
club. We got to talking, went back to my place with some friends.
Everyone was drinking and
at some
point
he just
conked out
.
If
he hadn’t
already
told me where you were—like four times—I would
never have found you.
”
He stared at them in frank
appraisal, wide green eyes breezily declaring the unhappiness of
that alternative, then
glanced
around
in concern.

“
I know you have questions,
but we better
continue
this party on the road.
I brought
stuff to drink. And
clothing
—you gotta wear it in these
neighborhoods. Hop in.
”
H
e ushered them within
the car, which comfortably accommodated
them
on
two wide, plushly upholstered couches that faced
each other from either side to leave an open space in the middle.
A
t the far back of the seating area a gnome
of unknown purpose slouched next to a few odd-looking pieces of
gear.

“
Just push that stuff out of
the way,” he said, shoving the blue-toned creature to a more
compact configuration. Stepping around to the front he flung the
driver-side door open and sat next to the gnome installed there.
“I’ll crank up the top for some privacy,” he added, muscularly
pumping a hydraulic lever. A segmented shell crawled overhead with
a metallic crepitance to enclose them, locked in place above the
windshield.

“
Cool,” Emma remarked,
favoring him with a flirtatious look.

Throwing an arm over the lateral seat back
that separated the front and rear of the car, he handed Ione a
clinking turquoise bag.

“
First things first. Drink
up!”

They fell to slaking their thirst with
bottles of cool water, then sweet juices; a gulping and choking
resuscitation punctuated by rapturous declarations of gratitude.
When they had recovered somewhat Dean directed them to an
assortment of clothing under the seats, fragrant from recent
laundering.

“
Find something you like.
Just make sure your goodies are covered. And don’t forget the bras
and panties; they check for those.”

“
Uh… who?” Ione
demanded.

“
No one, if we’re lucky,”
Dean muttered cryptically.

She adorned herself with a dress of thin blue
linen skeptically selected from the pile, then watched as Emma did
likewise with a striped lime-colored number that set off her hair.
Manassa squirmed into a huge pink chemise that still barely
contained the extravagant dimensions of her physique.

Dean
waited until they had composed themselves, assessed their
appearance with renewed appreciation, then reached over to the
gnome at his side and pushed its left nipple. The vehicle lurched
slightly. “All set?”

Ione nodded, willing for the moment to
journey anywhere that promised an end to the horrors of the
desert.

“
Let’s go!” said Manassa,
rambunctiously slapping the seat, her customary ebullience restored
by the prospect of new adventures.

Dean gripped the steering wheel and began to
pedal a set of cranks. The gnome sitting to his right responded by
stomping aggressively on its own, much heavier cranking apparatus,
multiplying the driver’s energy to motivate the vehicle. They
surged forward.

“
This is crazy,” Emma
murmured in awe as the acceleration forced them back with a headily
masculine authority. Ione was fascinated by the vigorously pedaling
gnome—the first she had observed to display such functionality.
They were soon moving at some speed.

The City was
immens
e—countless n
eighborhoods of houses and buildings and gnome-lit parks,
organized in
to
bigger districts
of varying character,
comprehensively interconnected by a labyrinthine network of
nameless roads and highways
. Gnomes perched
above major intersections, signaling right-of-way by the color of
their eyes, and others threw great cones of light down onto the
street. Dean maneuvered without
complication
through a series
of
steadily more luxurious
territories
till they reached a broad
thoroughfare
,
trafficked
by a
n
intimidating
flow
of
commuters
moving at high speed.
Wind rushing by the open windows tugged playfully
at Ione’s hair as he proceeded to
call out
various
features
of
the
metropolis
gliding
by.

“
The neighborhood where I
found you is heavily influenced by the Dowser, one of the judges
that administrate the City. We’re gonna swing through an area
that’s under the control of the Gnomon—he’s the other judge—then
we’ll be downtown. You can already see the mist rising off the park
at the center of the valley.”

From the back seat
Ione
watched Dean bear down harder on the
pedals
, prompting the gnome’s
muscular
legs
to
a
furious
activity
on its
cranks
. The vehicle—which Dean called a
convertible—hurtled into traffic
and
Emma
giggled
at the
effect of its acceleration on Manassa’s bosom as her nipples were
momentarily presented in high relief. The big woman was just as
amused, pinched herself playfully to accentuate the effect. Ione
took a deep draught of juice, finishing the last bottle.

“
What’s that? Can I try it?”
Emma inquired, referring to a beverage Dean was sipping from a thin
green flask.

“
Um… actually, no.” He
turned to them apologetically for a moment. “Mark kinda made me
promise.”

“
Why?” Manassa demanded over
the wind and traffic.

“
It’s different from
anything you’ve had. Aged water. The Dowser dispenses it. Makes you
feel groovy.”

“
Oh, then never mind of
course,” Ione snorted. “How could we possibly be interested in any
kind of pleasure after stumbling around the desert for
days?”