My Super Secret Life…Villain-10

Chapter 10

Jeff’s actually cute as he’s glaring at me and then the money and then the spiked mace. It’s actually a little bit funny even as he’s trying to turn over all of this in his head and I can almost see that trying to be a logical, reasonable, normal person about this.

He actually does come over after making me another cup of coffee and we sit and after a minute or too of quietness he says. “Pass the black bean beef please?”

I smile and pass him the container and we eat. It’s sort of strange well okay it’s got to be strange but eating some pretty good Korean food out of the cartons is still pretty different and cool to me. It could be that I’m not used to eating a meal with anyone except my cat but it’s only part of the equation though really.

“So what are you going to do with all the money?”

“Better gear…” I say around a mouthful of these really heavy noodles in a gravy sauce with chickeny bits.

“Better gear?”

“Yeah…I’m Rook now…full time I guess and there’s a lot I want to and need to do.”

“But why?”

“Because…well at first I wanted my place safe and my neighborhood safe for me to go around as Rikki and not get jumped and sexually assaulted and have to kick his ass and blow my cover. There was this gang thug who looked at my Rikki plainclothes identity like I was a piece of meat while I was on the bus and while I wasn’t really put off for real by his shit….”

I stuff my face some more and chew and he and I trade cartons. I swallow and wash it down with some black coffee. “…I noticed that there were people on the bus with me that were scared…really scared and this fucker was pulling this shit in daytime in the open because it’s a shitty place and the cops that are here don’t really give a fuck ‘cause their dirty or they’re fuck ups that got dumped out here.”

“But…”

“But people are starting to feel safer.”

“That’s not being a bad guy…er…girl Rikki.”

“You don’t know my methods Jeff…I don’t pull things or coddle them I want them hurt, really hurt and scared of coming into my neighborhood.”

“Still…”

“Whatever okay…it’s going to gear and that’s going to be specially made stuff and contraband and none of that’s going to be cheap.”

“So you’re using dirty money for your war?”

“Jeff, money comes from banks and governments it’s got blood on it even as it comes off the printing presses. Money is just money.”

“Okay…I’m not going to argue with a lady with a spiked mace.”

“Smart…see? I knew that you had to have brains to be a doctor.”

“Yeah well I might sound like a douchebag but is there anyway that on our trip down into Freaktown some of that might find it’s way to some of the black market med dealers?”

I sit forward and lean in and kiss him.

“I was already planning on that besides if you’re going to clinic folks while we’re down there we’ll likely be needing stuff there anyway.”

“I’ll take stuff too.”

“Yeah but from some of the stuff I’ve got at my place… (More food.)…a goodwill sort of thing.”

“I think I’ll need it.”

“We’ll both need it we’re well I’m normal looking and you’re a normal and there’s a lot of people down there that just might take exception to us even being there.”

“Shit…”

“No…no shit…but I know people and I’m going to put some word out for them to meet up with us and be our liaisons down there.”

“You sound like it’s a mission.”

“It’s Freaktown Jeff, mutant central the undercity and we’re new and new isn’t trusted in that life.”

“You know a lot about it.”

“I’m a mutant street kid Jeff, even if I’m not down there I know people that are. They come up here quite a bit trying to survive and to keep others alive.”

“I’ll admit that I’m nervous.”

“Me too, but I need to do this.”

“I’m worried for you.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s dangerous, Rikki everything you’re doing is dangerous.”

I look at him and the clock it’s actually just after suppertime since we crashed here in the morning. I take a drink of coffee. “I should go it’s getting late.”

“Stay, you need the sleep.”

“I have a cat.”

“Oh….then can I drive you…”

I look at Jeff and take a few more sips of coffee. Him not knowing where I live is protecting him…but my body and back half of my brain is…

“Just give me a second?” I get up and I get another cup of coffee from my kitchen and sip at it with my eyes closed. I’m not like formally trained but like I’ve told Jeff I’ve known a few mutants and well when you can do things there’s often shop talk of how to do stuff.

I’m trying something new…I know my place, I’ve sonar-tk’d it felt through the walls…it’s by rights sort of steeped in my mental energies. I’m reaching out into the image of my place and picturing the stuff there…using my Tk to sot of mirror the feelings…I feel the cat rub up on my leg!? Cool it’s working…I go carefully so I’m not breaking the flow to the cupboard where her food is a take out a can and open it. I set it out and refill her water dish. I can see too but it like my sonar-tk but fainter, harder to see but I think I did it.

I pull out and Jeff’s looking at me funny. “What?”

“You opened your eyes just a bit ago and they were fogged over and solid white.”

“Oh…okay…it must be something new.” I look at his place with my sonar-tk.

“There you’re doing it again.” He looks different, everything looks different grey and like a negative light photo, but it’s a lot clearer than it used to me. Maybe it gets better as I use it like a muscle or like your eyes adjusting.

“It’s my sight…I can see things like a bat sort of by using my power to feel things out around me.”

“So why do your eyes change?”

“I don’t know you’re the doctor?”

“Okay stop doing it and let me get a scope to see.”

“Okay…So that offer still stand?” I release the sight.

“Sure…but what about the cat?”

“Solved, I think.”

“Huh?”

“I did it remotely.”

“But we’re….”

“PSI remember it’s in our heads. I figured there’s enough of my psi-residue home that it was worth a shot.”

“So it worked?”

“I think so I felt her brush my leg.”

“Wow, that’s just…”

“Kinda cool?”

“Yeah…you do know what this means?”

“Uhm nope? I mean I get what it means to me but Jeff you’re a mystery to me sometimes.” I smile at him and go over and kiss him.

He kisses me back and sits me on the edge of the couch and takes the scope out. It’s a magnascope like a magnifying glass used to be but nowadays it’s electronic so there’s more levels of magnification. I have one with the headband that he should have as a doctor for my burglary work.
“Okay Rikki do it again.”

“Scientific curiosity?”

“Yes, the way meta bodies develop to adjust to the changes is amazing, we’re all human so the applications are just….”

“Just what?”

“We could unlock cures for so many diseases and disorders and really Meta-biology is the new forefront of the whole cutting edge medicine.”

“I thought that was the Vish.”

“The Vishanti are good, really good but they’re just cloners they use vat grown organs with a blank template they don’t last more that a dozen years tops unless you grow one from your own tissue then that cost is huge. All of their other medicines are bio-ware cybernetics and chip ware and bionics.”

I’m trying to hold still for him. “And the difference is?”

“What Metamedicine’s about is finding these off shoots of human biology and genetics and trying to unlock those things to cure these things in us from the inside.”

“Like?”

“Like your eyes, we might never get the whole gene-thing that unlocks psi-powers but this isn’t your eyes clouding over it’s a membrane under the surface of your regular eye. I’m not sure what’s going on. Here take a look.”

I let go the sonar-tk and lean on him and take a look. It’s all high end…”Hmm…”

“What?”

“It sorta looks like one of those high end motion detectors.”

“How so? I’m a doctor Rikki not a break and enter specialist.” He’s grinning.

I point. “See how the fibers there are like nerves making the web and all these feathery fronds are coming off of it? Well high end motion sensors use these types to feel vibrations hitting it through the air.”

“Oh…okay see, this is a great example of what I mean this could be a way to cure blindness.”

“Jeff visual basic implants don’t cost that much you can get them at the eye doctors.”

“Yes for several hundred dollars, Rikki this should be for free.”

“Yeah okay socialized medicine works for some stuff but the companies that make them need cash too.”

“But the government should subsidize these things.”

“Yeah they should do a lot of things but they don’t, there’s a safety net Jeff I know you get frustrated but you’re right there working at that bottom level.”

“Just dammit Rikki…there’s so much that they could pay for that they aren’t and just a district or two over they have it in their healthcare plans.”

I take his face in my hands and I kiss him. “Jeff it’s okay, we’ll do something about it.”

“We?”

“Yeah, look there’s stuff that I can get, stuff I can try to get so you can do your job.”

“Like?”

“Money for one.”

“Rikki…”

“No, you look Jeff why the hell should perfectly good resources get put into evidence by the police? A good amount of the time it goes missing anyways. I say we take the cash I’m getting and we put it to good use.”

“Won’t the cops be looking for the cash after Rook strikes?”

“Maybe, mostly the dirty ones. The criminals generally won’t say what’s missing or how much they had.”

“People are going to come after you.”

“People are already after me. Jeff trust me I know what I’m doing.”

“God help me…I think you do…”

“Yeah…” I kiss him. “Well the cat’s fed now how about you feed me.”

“We just ate…oh…” He says as my hand slips into the front of his pants.

“Oh…very much oh…”

I walk backwards with him into the bedroom and honestly I am horny…It’s such a wrong word for it but I’m really craving sex right now and it’s partly because I like and trust Jeff but honestly I think it’s my body too and my hormones. I’m catching up on lost time considering before I didn’t even really masturbate. I figure I’m about four years worth of sex behind for a street kid my age.

I walk Jeff back into his bedroom and when I get to his bed I sit and pull him out. Take him into my mouth. He moans of course and yes I’m slowly working my tricks on him pulling the blood to his cock more…

Well I’ve gone into what I’ve done like this before but I stop short of him getting off and settle for him being rock hard and I lay back on his bed and he takes over from there…I love it, really honestly it’s way better than I ever though it would be and I do use my power with myself too…call a bit better blood flow to my bits, hold my clitty a little more firmly up, get that seal between us going.

I’m loud…Not at first but those little things….every stroke he’s parting my insides, massaging me deeper than anything in a place that aches for more and more…and my clitty…every…and I means every stroke is hitting my g-spot…he can’t help but hit it.

I scream…I swear…I sweat and cry out things that you can well imagine…I rake at his back and even bite…I lose track of the times he makes me cum…I take top twice…keep us both recharged after we cum…and we have to stop because we’re too sore…my girly part hurts in a good way from cumming but also from too much blood making it too hard for too long.

I’m panting with Jeff on top of me and look at the clock…and hour and change…actually we’ve been screwing for that long…god it felt like all night…like hours.

I smile and move as he moves and we settle in to his bed and I fall into a heavy doze. Okay, it was nice I think the feeling of him putting an arm around me and pulling me close. The afterglow thing is pretty awesome and the sex was red hot. Overkill? Maybe, maybe me using my powers with us is over the top but maybe not. I kind of like being thing femme fatale at least with Jeff and if he’s having the best sex of his life from me than that’s actually cool.

Though part of me really kind of wants breasts…I think…they’d be in the way but…I can’t help but wonder.

I sleep the sound sleep of someone with no energy…but I guess the thing is about getting rested is your brain starts going through things. I don’t dream of Lucas or the stuff I did to the bastard…no when the dreams do start they’re of oil drums and the kids in those drums just dumped in the sewers. I wake up crying, thankfully not loud enough to wake Jeff but still I woke with that angry hurt feeling. You know the one where it’s right between crying over someone you cared about or something really sad and being outraged.

I wipe my eyes and slip out of the bed and head to Jeff’s bathroom and use his shower. I cry there…I lost a friend to that madman…pedophile…murderer. Who knows how many were there really I only got a rough count…it was too many.

I must have made enough noise…because the shower door opens and Jeff slips in and he pulls me into his arms and lets me cry…well he lets me hit him and try to fight crying first and then I don’t know it’s like a switch went off in my head or something but I’m crying and not just about that but like just about everything I have to cry about.

He carries me back to bed after the water gets cold and we go from him holding me to him making love to me… because… “Please Jeff…please I need to feel something good right now…something that makes this shitty life worth it…that’s you…”

And I kind of mean that. I’m not falling in love with him…no illusions there but he is someone I really trust and that’s not a small thing and he is the best man I know.

We’re still a bit tender I think but it was still great…even without using my powers. I lose myself on top of him rolling my hips, raising and lowering myself just right feeling the warmth of another living being inside of me. I love the sensations, the feeling of is shape, that heat, my body gripping him like it‘s made for it and really it‘s sort of biologically true…it’s actually erotic as hell when I think about it now and how I started off in life.

Can regular sex between het-people be even considered kink? Or am I just really into guys…or is it Jeff? Most guys I’m only slightly attracted to…but then again the same goes for women….I’m just going to let things happen this way…I don’t have the experience really to off set these thoughts. Though as once being sort of asexual? I can see where that’s a definite choice…maybe that’s why? I knew Jeff before my last mutational shift.

That’s gotta be it.

I’m hitting my peak and I’m riding Jeff being vocal in my cries of pleasure and calling out his name over and over, that… “I’m gonna cum again Jeff…Fuck me make me cum again!” He does and I love the fact he grips my hips hard and pushes into me over and over…but even better…he sat up as I was getting off and wrapped his arms around me and had his own strong orgasm…It was like in a movie or a story and getting held/hugged/crushed like that…sexy as hell.

Then there’s pounding on the door. “Jeff!, Jeff!, Jeff! Open the fucking door!”

I look at him, then do my sonar-tk… “Two women…well one’s a girl I thing by build.”

“Nancy…”

“Your ex-wife.”

“How’d?”

“I’ve gone through your stuff.”

“Rikki!…fuck…!” He gets up and looks at me. I get up and grab one of his shirts and slide it on…oh…there’s that smell and it feels…good naughty…special?

“What you honestly think I wouldn’t check your stuff out and you? Jeff I do what I do…hell regular females do that. At least I’m not lying to you about it.”

“No…shit…Yeah! I’m coming Nancy hold your horses.”

She replies with. “Oh the whole fucking floor knows that you fucking asshole!”

I grab the cash and the mace…stop look at Jeff and grin and mime a baseball swing. He grins and waves me to the bedroom I go in and stash it away using Tk to open the floor under his bed. I take a three grand out though stuff it in my jacket.

They’re fighting and his daughter? Is inside already on the couch watching TV she’s actually around my age. I smirk…yeah…I walk out of his room in just his shirt and over to him and where they’re fighting sort of more like her bitching him out for being with…

I smile and kiss him on the cheek. “I’m going to make coffee you want some?” Hug him and let the shirt ride up to show no panties, soft voice, open eyes, toss my already sex messy hair.

“Y..yeah…love some.”

“M’kay.” I try for that smile in my voice thing and sway into the kitchen and she looks like she’s going to blow a gasket. I make coffee in the perk and there’s not a lot in the house but I start some scrambled eggs and some frozen waffles.

I look over to his daughter who’s been sneaking glances over at me. There’s a lot of her mother there in body and build, great looking actually I like the EMO look she’s got going on too. Died hair brunette with some red and pink streaks, she’s got some freckles that are offset by a pair of glasses. Nose stud, some other piercings nothing getting too severe. Grey hoodies, halter top, nice lace bra I suppose to show the shock you sexy stuff and short skirt, black torn hose, sneakers.

“Holly right? You want some coffee? A waffle?”

She blinks at me. “You know my name?”

“Yeah, Jeff’s mentioned you?”

“He did?”

“Yeah well I asked?”

“Why?”

“Pictures.”

“How old are you?”

“Eighteen.”

“You know how old my dad is right?”

“Thirties to sixties it’s hard to tell nowadays.”

She’s quieted down at that and she’s thinking. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I’d like a coffee.”

“How do you like it?”

“Black with three sugars……uhm…please….”

“Rikki.”

“Huh?”

“My name’s Rikki.”

“Oh…okay, I’m uhm…Holly…oh yeah you already know that.”

“Yeah.” I smile but notice some bags. “You’re staying awhile?”

“Yeah, Mom’s gotta go out of town to a convention so…”

“She’s pissed.”

“You’re fucking my Dad.”

“I suppose, she thinks since their not together he should be a monk?”

“I dunno, just Mom keeps bitching about Dad being a nobody and that she wasted ten years with him.”

“He’s a good doctor in a part of the city that needs good doctors.”

“I know, I get that I mean I’ve seen his clinic place and the shithole area around it.”

“Hey…I live in the Brickyards Holly, desperate and poor people aren’t shitty it’s the ones there taking advantage that are.”

“Sorry it just, I didn’t mean it to sound like that but It’s like the hood.”

I focus some Tk on the coffee maker and make a mental micro fine filter and pull the coffee water through it. I do this at home and it’ a better coffee and taking out some of those really fine fibers can smooth out the flavors. I hate getting a coffee that’s supposed to be a decent coffee and it tastes too acidic or worse like the scorched the beans.

I’m using the perk because he’s out of the cartridge pack coffee’s for his other one. I make three mugs of coffee and take Holly hers and then Jeff his and He’s looking…oh…I kiss his cheek after I take a sip of his mug before giving it to him.

“Jeff, it’s cool we can do the Sunday clinic later I’ll just use this Sunday as a prep for then.”

He relaxes but still looks like this is the last thing he planned.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m Rikki, A friend of Jeff’s.”

“Girlfriend?”

“I’m a girl but I’m more his friend than anything.”

“Yeah it sure sounded like it.”

I shrug. “Well you’re his ex, you know how great in bed he is.”

“He wasn’t that good in bed…”

“Oh, well I suppose…”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Means, you traded off from a great guy for the promise of marrying a doctor for the cash and lifestyle and not the caring decent man he is.”

She goes to slap me. I catch her wrist and step out into the hall and shove her against the wall hard.

“Rikki…” Jeff’s startled and I ignore him. Nancy’s on my mind.

“You little…”

“No, I’ve got a really good idea about you and the kind of all about me person you are. I’m not some suburban little no nothing Nance, I can smell fake like shit in a shoebox. You know Jeff’s a good guy, you know it because there’s a small part of you that knows he’s doing the right thing in doing his work down here. I’m saying a small part because the rest of you is a selfish greedy scunt and in revenge for not giving you a great high society life you’re milking him dry to support your shitty lifestyle.”

“How dare…”

“No bitch how dare you, you come here to demand he take Holly while you have better things to do? And what are you doing? You’re bad mouthing him every chance you get.”

“This isn’t your business.”

I bounce her off the hallway wall again not too hard but enough to shut her up. “I’m his friend, of course it’s my business. You might remember that and what it means if you ever really were his friend…I’m going to tell you this okay? You ever bad mouth Jeff in front of his daughter and I hear you I will beat the shit out of you.”

“I’ll have you up for assault…”

“Good than I’ll make sure I get every drop of value out of my charges.”

She swallows.

Yeah…

She’s looking at me, then Jeff, then into the apartment. Deciding, deciding, she pushes me away and I let her. She stalks away down the hall a few feet before turning. “Nice fucking hooker you’ve brought home Jeff, fucking loser.”

Jeff goes and grabs me because I was going to punch her in the face. He pulls me back and inside and closes the door.

“Damn Rikki you really pissed her off.”

“I honestly don’t care. I don’t know her and yet I don’t like her.”

“She’s my ex.”

“Yeah, and you two have a daughter together, she should give you enough respect that no mater her personal feelings she’s not going to bad mouth you in front of her.”

He’s giving me this strange look. “I know…but…no one I’ve ever been with’s actually ever stood up for me before.”

“Jeff, you’re a great guy. An actual good guy in a sea of not so good.”

“Rikki…I’m not all that…”

“Jeff, you’re a good guy…I know assholes, and if you were an asshole then I wouldn’t suck your dick.”

“Rikki!!!” He turns several shades of red.

Holly spit takes her coffee.

I grin and go to the kitchen and get my coffee and take a bite of the chocolate chip toaster waffle.

They’re both blushing and I can see the resemblance between the two. I eat and chew. Yeah, this trip I’ll just go myself…get things lined up and settled in getting Jeff down there with me. Plus if I do my shopping down there now, I can watch over him better when we’re down there.

Besides he really needs more time with Holly…there’s this space between them like they don’t get to see each other too much.

It’s still sort of fun to watch him trying to recover from me saying that in front of his daughter.