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CHAPTER 4: THE DIRECTOR
“You called this meeting, Dr. Samuelson. What seems to be the problem?”
The Director of Agency sat behind his desk, a wide surface of smooth, polished wood mostly devoid of anything on it, but a closed laptop connected to a monitor that was blank, and a desk phone. Everything else that had been spread across the desk had been piled into folders and placed in a drawer for the meeting now occurring in his office inside Agency’s Latin American facility.
Agency currently had three similar facilities; the other two in a location in the Austrian Alps and the other in an equally remote location near the west slopes of the Tetons, barely inside the Wyoming borders. This facility was equally remote and inconspicuous. Located on the east coast of Panama near the Columbian border in the San Blas region of the country largely controlled by the indigenous people with minimal interference from the Panamanian government. The facility is approached over sea through a 25 mile section of coast that is free of prime vacation islands. Like the other facilities, this was essentially an underground facility with underground hangar, living, research, and operations centers. From the air it is virtually unrecognizable.
The Director looked across his nearly bare desktop at the other two participants for this meeting. Dr. Samuelson was head of the Science Group for the facility. That group was responsible for scientific support of operational missions, and monitoring potential threats of biological and environmental origins. He had his Doctorate, a specialist who was well respected, very smart in the science-kind of way, and like to let others know that he knew it. The Director was not a science-kind of guy, but Agency had its reasons for wanting science located strategically at each facility while additionally supported at the main facility in the USA. Having to have science as part of his group didn’t mean he particularly liked the man and constantly fought with himself about those feelings. He often wondered if it was that he generally didn’t understand the man’s information or if the man intentionally relayed the information that made him feel stupid. Either way, it didn’t lend itself to a positive relationship.
The other participant was Sam James. Sam James was operations. Operations means missions. The Director and Sam James rose in Agency together. If he hadn’t decided to lose himself in the jungle of Brazil, Sam might today be the Director of this section of Agency. It was partially the disappearance of Sam and the rumors that he was escaping the anarchy that had become the South American Section under the former Director that facilitated the shakeup of the entire section. Director’s real name was Michael Fontane, but he was never referred to by that name after assuming the duties of Director. The one exception, perhaps, was Sam James.
Director waited for Dr. Samuelson, but he found it difficult to patiently tolerate the man’s idiosyncrasies. The doctor kept looking at Sam James nervously. “I wanted a meeting with you to discuss an issue privately. Can I ask why he is here?”
Director sighed. “Because I wanted him here. And, because you want to protest the continued spending of time and Agency energy on the Linder Project. I have given Sam my support until I decide the project no longer may provide some results.”
“But, I have told you the data is flawed, there is nothing to pursue.” The doctor was showing signs of both increased nervousness and anxiety as he pleaded his case. Both Sam and Director, however, with their years of working field assignments were well trained and experienced in identifying when someone was being less that forthcoming. Dr. Samuelson was being less than forthcoming.
“We have all read your report. You had nearly three days with the woman here at the facility to do your testing and interviews. I believe Dr. Moore is bringing the woman here to assist in giving her presentation on HER findings. She has done the majority of her research and study by way of phone, email, and video conferencing. She had part of yesterday for face-to-face time.” The Director looked at Sam James and smiled. “I understand that presentation will be in only …” he checked his watch, “… an hour and 20 minutes from now.” Sam nodded. “Now, Doctor, I am sure you always intended to provide your colleague with the equal opportunity to present her findings. I, for one, am anxious to hear what she was able to accomplish under these limitations.” He considered his next words carefully, but decided they needed to be said. “I realize you were against recruiting her. But, frankly speaking, I have always felt she might be a valuable asset. Unorthodox, perhaps, but someone not afraid to consider parameters outside the box, if you will.”
Dr. Samuelson stood up abruptly, thanked them both for their time without putting feeling behind it, and left the office. Sam slid down in the chair to a full slouch now that he and Michael were alone. His elbows on the arm rests, he steepled his fingers to his lips. “That man is intimidated by her, you know that. He’s afraid she might be smarter than he is. That’s his insecurity and vulnerability. That should have been caught in his psych evaluation before get leadership of the group.”
Michael just stared at his old friend. It was difficult managing a friend, but they had found a comfortable rapport that seemed to work for them; formal in front of others and no-hands-barred in private. He appreciated that from Sam. Hell, he needed that from him. Because, when it was all said and he made his decision, he knew without question that Sam would be behind him regardless.
“It did.” He saw the look of surprise on Sam’s face as his hands fell to the side. “I know, I know … but, he is a good scientist and I needed someone to run the group and … hell, we weren’t really using them much, yet. Command ramped up the new organization so fast and threw so much money at all the locations that we didn’t know what to do with it all. I think we still have equipment in that lab that hasn’t been used, yet. Like you would have done a better job with it …”
They shared looks and both started laughing. Sam was under no delusions. Michael would do a much better job of running the location than he ever could. It was just nice to tease him.
* * * *
“Thank you for the opportunity to present my findings on the Linder Project, sir.”
We were sitting around a large conference table in a glass walled room with louvered blinds that were left open. The table could easily accommodate more than a dozen people, but there only seven currently present. Sam James, Director, Dr. Samuelson and two of his assistants, Jenna, and me. Jenna was standing at one end of the table where the computer presentation could be seen on a large screen embedded in the wall. I was sitting in front of the computer. We had worked out how I would move the presentation along as she directed attention to specifics. Sam James was sitting next to me near where Jenna stood. The other scientists were across the table and halfway down. The Director was at the opposite end.
“Don’t thank me, Dr. Moore. Sam James is championing your case. I understand he was the one who authorized you to look further into this project.”
Project? The Linder Project? This was the first time I heard that I was a full-fledged project of Agency. I knew it had been Samuelson’s, now I see that Sam had taken it away and given it to Jenna. I looked up at her. She looked nervous. She was looking at me at the same time. I smiled and nodded to her. She smiled back and took a deep breath.
She began the presentation with a very quick review of the summary prepared by Dr. Samuelson after my last visit to this facility, finishing with the written conclusion that the investigation be terminated because the premise of ‘cross-species DNA’ was faulty; the only conclusion possible after finding no evidence of cause or effect.
Samuelson blurted, “As I tried to say earlier, the investigation is pointless. Are we done here, now?”
Jenna stiffened her back and directed her response solely to him. “No, we are not done.” She looked at the Director and I followed her gaze. He tried covering his reaction, but his eyes showed the smile he covered on his mouth. She started going through the timeline of blood tests showing the DNA marker abnormalities.
“I’m aware of those tests, Dr. Moore. Sam James reviewed those with me to authorized the testing program by Dr. Samuelson. What do you have as new information?”
She smiled at him. She was not the intimidated young woman I met earlier and even as recently as her arrival at the island. She signaled me and I moved ahead with the slides until she stopped me.
“These blood test, sir. Yes, they look nearly the same, don’t they? If we overlay them, they are identical. If we overlay them with the most recent previous sample, you can see that there is more change evident.” Samuelson started to say something but Sam held his hand up to stop him. The Director was just watching this play out, waiting for the shoe to drop. “These are not my tests that could be accused of being flawed by a desire to further the investigation. These are tests performed by Dr. Samuelson and his assistants during the previous time.” She held up her hand, this time, when the protest started coming from Samuelson. “I got these results from your assistants. You contrived false results to support your conclusion to end the study. Why?” A junior scientist was directly challenging her superior. The room went quiet, including the Director, as we all waited as Samuelson sputtered.
With nothing but sputtering coming, the Director led the inquisition. “Is this true? You purposely falsified the report to fit the conclusion you wanted?” Director pushed three buttons on his cell phone. Within a minute there were two armed security guards standing at the opening door. The next thing I saw was Director speaking to the guards and Samuelson being led away from the conference room. When the Director returned to the room, he directed his question to the two assistants, Dr. Mary Adams who specialized in Mechanical Engineering and materials and computer sciences, and Dr. Steve Higgins who specialized in Biology and Genetic Engineering.
“Tell me what has been going on, the short version.”
Mary leaned forward, “Short version, sir, is that Dr. Samuelson couldn’t determine a plausible way for the other DNA to enter her body or a catalyst for fusing them.”
Steve added as if Mary herself was continuing, “Without those things, he surmised that the premise itself had to be flawed.”
Director turned his attention back to Jenna. “And you figured all that out?”
“Well … not alone, certainly. Once they verified that the blood work this did for Samuelson, I mean Dr. Samuelson, was accurate, it gave me the confidence to pursue my intuition.”
He laughed so loudly it took Jenna and me by surprise. “Intuition? I thought you’re a scientist.”
She smiled, first at me, then at Mary and Steve. “Sometimes, sir, you need to go on faith to have the determination to push forward. I trusted the science behind the blood work. That told me there was something to pursue. Then, there were several notations in the debriefing of Sam James, here, after his return from the jungle. He spoke of her miraculous healing and her unnatural physical abilities. After that, it was a matter of piecing a few more things together to ask the right questions to get the information tied up in a package.”
With that, she went into a summary explanation of points leading to conclusion of how this happened to me. Divulging my kinky lifestyle as the means of having the canine and feline DNA inside me created a stunned reaction around the table, except from Sam who, while in the jungle, had witnessed similar matings. The other three watched me with renewed curiosity for several more minutes. The factor of the plane explosion and the unusual sensations I experienced stopped the other two scientists resulting in smiles of recognition … and acceptance of the theory. It was Mary who verbalized the acceptance that some new or rare mineral, potentially combined with other elements naturally surrounding the mineral, being transported by those two men, reacted with the intense heat and explosive force. Jenna then concluded her remarks with some preliminary findings: hearing, smell, and vision all appear to be far superior to normal human levels and possibly approaching canine and feline levels.
“Obviously, sir, there is more testing and evaluation required to fully understand and then assist her in harnessing all this.”
It was quiet and we all waited for some response from the Director. He sat at the end of the table, staring at the surface in thought, then looked up. He directed his attention to the two assistants of Dr. Samuelson. “You know how much I value chain-of-command and following direction as given.” They looked nervous and Jenna started to interrupt, but Sam put his hand on hers, stopping her. “There are times, and this was one, when the right thing might be different that the thing being directed. You did the right thing here. Next time, though, seek guidance from another staff level person, for you own protection.” He smiled at them and they relaxed considerably. He thanked them and they left the room, quite excited by the turn of events.
He looked at his watch, then at Jenna. “Excellent work, Doctor. I knew your … unique resume would come in handy.” He turned to Sam, then back to her and took me in at the same time. “I need to meet with Sam for a while and go over some ideas. I would like you two ladies to join us for dinner in the club upstairs … say 7:00 PM? I assume there are some more things you and Miss Linder can occupy yourselves with until then. Will semi-formal work for you?” She agreed and we left.
She took my hand and nearly pulled me behind her to the stairwell and up one level. She banged through the double doors into the lab, startling both Steve, Mary, and the other technicians. She let go of my hand and hugged the two of them at once.
“Thank you! You can’t know how much I appreciate what you have already done for me. I owe you.”
Then, it started and I stood back and watched it unfold.
Mary: “Then, you are really going to love this.”
Steve: “We went back and looked at other data we ran for Samuelson.” I noticed they had dropped the doctor title.
Mary: “This is fascinating.”
Steve: “Amazing, really …”
Mary: “We think … wow!”
Steve: “Wow, indeed! This could be stunning.”
Jenna held up her hands. “Hold those thoughts. We’re exhausted and we have to meet with the Director, again. Can we go over this first thing in the morning?”
Steve: “Oh … sure …”
Mary: “Sure, yeah … first thing in the morning.”
Then, they both turned to me. Steve: “Annie …”
Mary: “Is it okay if we call you, Annie?” I nodded.
Steve: “Annie, thank you for …”
Mary: “… being so open.”
We left them scouring over their data and notes. At the elevator, I turned to Jenna, my mouth agape. “Are they always like that? They finish each other’s sentences. They’re like two people joined in cognitive thought.” She smiled and nodded. I asked, “Are they … I mean, are they a couple?”
She laughed. “If you were to ask them, they would roll their eyes and laugh at the suggestion. The truth is, they’re the only ones who don’t know it.”
Inside the elevator, I turned to her, “Where are we going now?”
“My quarters.” Nothing more than that. I figured she had something more to talk about before we needed to get ready for dinner, still several hours away.
I saw that most doors, elevators, and some hallways required the scanning of badges to allow access. The door to her quarters was no different. Inside, I was stunned by her action after the door closed and, of course, locked. She grabbed my arm as I started walking further into the room and spun me around into her arms. She hugged me tightly to her with one arm, using the hand of the other to bring my head to hers and a kiss on the lips. This was not a tentative kiss of times before, but a kiss with passion and intent behind it.
When our lips parted, I looked into her eyes, down to those lips that had just been on mine, my tongue gliding u*********sly over them, remembering the feel and taste of her. She wasn’t backing away, our bodies still in contact, only our heads with enough room between us to assess our reactions. My reaction was physical and mental, and those reactions were opposing each other. My body wanted her, wanted more of what she had just indicated and what I had envisioned while together only the day before. My mind, though, was in turmoil. Yes, she had experienced feelings earlier, feelings that she expressed a desire to pursue. I still wondered if it was still too fast for her.
But, I didn’t want to offend her, either. So, I decided on the middle road.
“What is it you want, Jenna?”
“You.”
“Are you sure? Is this moving too fast? I would hate myself afterward if you regretted it …”
She smiled at me. Her fingers came up and traced over my cheek to my lips, moving across the top, then bottom lip. I kissed her finger as I watched her eyes intently.
“Yesterday and last night you said ‘no’. You promised me that there would be no sexual play. You said you wanted me to be able to trust you. Even if I was frustrated, you said ‘no’. I know, you wanted the moment to come when I, we, weren’t riding a high of sexual energy and temptation from outside. I have had a day of serious and intense diversion from the events of last night. But, I stand here now fully aware of what I am doing, asking, wanting. I want this. I am asking you to guide me through this the first time.”
What more could I do but smile. And feel honored and trusted.
I took her face between my hands and kissed her. Deliberately. Passionately. Intensely.
When we came up for air, her eyes were wide, but both her eyes and mouth quickly formed into brilliant smiles. I didn’t ask, again. She decided. She didn’t need to be questioned more about it.
Jenna had been wearing the same type of outfit that was almost a uniform for her. A plain, shapeless, skirt that hung from her hips to her knees. A white blouse buttoned to the throat. Her shoes were low flats. As I unbuttoned her blouse, I made a mental note to take this poor girl shopping. Underneath, I found a plain, white bra. Take her on some SERIOUS shopping. She was much too pretty to be hidden this completely.
She reached out, her arms high enough to not interfere with my efforts at unbuttoning and removing her blouse. She pulled my face to hers for another kiss. With her blouse open and the two of us pulled together, I took the opportunity to unclip her bra at the back, now hanging limply beneath her open blouse.
She broke the kiss and looked at me, maybe a look with shyness at the edges. She looked down at her front, her open front. When she looked up at me, “You can’t be a lesbian … I mean … not that it would be a bad thing … but … I mean … you are with men, too, right?”
I chuckled, my hands going inside her open blouse, moving her loose bra up and off her firm breasts. I looked down at them as I replied, “Yes, I like men, too. I never really think much about terms, cataloging, labels. I prefer to just find out what I enjoy. My philosophy is if it doesn’t hurt someone else, it’s okay.” I gave her a peck. “And, after last night you know just how much I like a variety of males … a multi-species lover.”
I slid her blouse off her shoulders, followed by her bra. I bent over and kissed her nipples, already firm buds showing the desire and arousal inside her.
I stepped back and began stripping out of my slacks and pull-over shirt, then my underwear, as she completed her undressing. She stood in front of me, her hands moving in front of her, then to her sides, then self-consciously back in front of her. “Annie, would you show me how to love a woman?”
I smiled. “I will try to show you how to love a partner. It doesn’t really matter whether it is man, woman, or dog.” Her eyes got big at the mention of ‘dog’. I chuckled. “I think it is simple. You focus on bringing your partner pleasure. Focus only on your partner, not your pleasure. Your pleasure will come with your partner’s, if your partner is worth the effort. Focus on your partner. If you do that, regardless of your technique, your partner will be pleased and appreciative. And, your technique will evolve, improve as you do it. Watch your partner, listen to you partner. See and hear what gives pleasure.”
I walked up to her, pressing my body into hers, my hands sliding over her back and ass. She duplicated my movements, giving me kisses to my lips, eyes, neck, and shoulders. I sighed contentedly.
She murmured into my neck, “Like listening for that?” She pulled up and smiled at me. I nodded.
I took her hand and led her to her bed behind a half wall dividing the room into separate sections. “But, this time, you feel. I want you to feel.”
I led her to the bed and assisted her into the center. I moved alongside her body, our skin coming into contact more and more as I lowered my upper body onto her, our breasts coming into contact as our lips touched, our mouths opening on contact. I sucked in her lower lip and she duplicated my action, takes my upper lip. I rotated my mouth on hers, our mouths opening further. My tongue explores her lip, the outside of her lower teeth, and touching her tongue, as she reciprocated with her tongue coming out to meet me.
Unsurprisingly, she proved to be an eager student. She sensed her reaction to the things I did to her and reciprocated back to me. I rewarded her efforts with moans, nearly as many as I was able to pull from her.
I lifted my face from hers, I kissed her lips, then her nose and she giggled. I smiled. “Good. It is important to keep this fun. Relax, enjoy, and make it a fun experience for both you and your partner.”
I kissed her chin, her neck, between her collar bones and down her breast bone and between her breasts. I work my lips back up to her left breast, kissing and licking around the outside and back between them, around her right breast in the same way. Only then did I work my way up her mound to take her nipple between my lips, first gently kissing it before pulling it into my mouth with the pressure of my lips. The nipple extended out from her breast before falling back from my mouth with a slurping sound. I returned to the same nipple, this time taking it between my teeth. Pulled on it now, it extended much further, requiring a firmer biting with my front teeth. She gasped and moaned as I kept tension on her nipple. Her back arched, partially from a sense of the sharp pain of my teeth on her nub, but more from the intense pleasure that now radiated from her nipple into her breast and out into her body.
I raised my eyes to her, her face contorted in pleasure, new pleasure she is experiencing, pleasure her mind is recording, remembering, logging into that database of a brain of hers for use in another opportunity. I released the nipple and her breast bounced slightly at it regained shape. She gasped out, again.
I sucked in the same nipple, circling it with my tongue, soothing the erect nipple from any memory of pain. My tongue led me to her other breast. I feel her suck in a lung full of air in anticipation of a repeat performance. And, I don’t disappoint her. Her hands find the back of my head this time, not pushing me away, not pulling me into her to avoid the pull, but being in contact with me, stroking my hair as she cries out.
I release the nipple and reward it, too, with sucking and licking. Then, my mouth moves down from her breasts, over her ribcage, onto her stomach, down over her abdomen, to her mound. Her mound is cover with sparse pubic hair matching the light brown of the hair on her head. Her breath sucks into her lungs again as my mouth continues down from her mound, slowing as I approach her pussy.
I spread her knees more and kiss the upper part of her lips. “Breath, Jenna.”
She exhales with her gasp as I kiss further down on her lips. My tongue comes out and explores her pussy. She is wet … very wet. Her lips part easily with slight pressure from my tongue. I am just inside as her hips rise up. I sense her time is close, her need strong. I slip my hands between her legs, my fingers spreading her lips, my tongue driving into her hole. One thumb slide over her pussy, searching for her clit. At the touch to her clit, her heels press down into the bed, her hips rising sharply. I press down hard with my thumb, my tongue as deep as it will go inside her.
She orgasms. And, cries out her release.
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“You called this meeting, Dr. Samuelson. What seems to be the problem?”
The Director of Agency sat behind his desk, a wide surface of smooth, polished wood mostly devoid of anything on it, but a closed laptop connected to a monitor that was blank, and a desk phone. Everything else that had been spread across the desk had been piled into folders and placed in a drawer for the meeting now occurring in his office inside Agency’s Latin American facility.
Agency currently had three similar facilities; the other two in a location in the Austrian Alps and the other in an equally remote location near the west slopes of the Tetons, barely inside the Wyoming borders. This facility was equally remote and inconspicuous. Located on the east coast of Panama near the Columbian border in the San Blas region of the country largely controlled by the indigenous people with minimal interference from the Panamanian government. The facility is approached over sea through a 25 mile section of coast that is free of prime vacation islands. Like the other facilities, this was essentially an underground facility with underground hangar, living, research, and operations centers. From the air it is virtually unrecognizable.
The Director looked across his nearly bare desktop at the other two participants for this meeting. Dr. Samuelson was head of the Science Group for the facility. That group was responsible for scientific support of operational missions, and monitoring potential threats of biological and environmental origins. He had his Doctorate, a specialist who was well respected, very smart in the science-kind of way, and like to let others know that he knew it. The Director was not a science-kind of guy, but Agency had its reasons for wanting science located strategically at each facility while additionally supported at the main facility in the USA. Having to have science as part of his group didn’t mean he particularly liked the man and constantly fought with himself about those feelings. He often wondered if it was that he generally didn’t understand the man’s information or if the man intentionally relayed the information that made him feel stupid. Either way, it didn’t lend itself to a positive relationship.
The other participant was Sam James. Sam James was operations. Operations means missions. The Director and Sam James rose in Agency together. If he hadn’t decided to lose himself in the jungle of Brazil, Sam might today be the Director of this section of Agency. It was partially the disappearance of Sam and the rumors that he was escaping the anarchy that had become the South American Section under the former Director that facilitated the shakeup of the entire section. Director’s real name was Michael Fontane, but he was never referred to by that name after assuming the duties of Director. The one exception, perhaps, was Sam James.
Director waited for Dr. Samuelson, but he found it difficult to patiently tolerate the man’s idiosyncrasies. The doctor kept looking at Sam James nervously. “I wanted a meeting with you to discuss an issue privately. Can I ask why he is here?”
Director sighed. “Because I wanted him here. And, because you want to protest the continued spending of time and Agency energy on the Linder Project. I have given Sam my support until I decide the project no longer may provide some results.”
“But, I have told you the data is flawed, there is nothing to pursue.” The doctor was showing signs of both increased nervousness and anxiety as he pleaded his case. Both Sam and Director, however, with their years of working field assignments were well trained and experienced in identifying when someone was being less that forthcoming. Dr. Samuelson was being less than forthcoming.
“We have all read your report. You had nearly three days with the woman here at the facility to do your testing and interviews. I believe Dr. Moore is bringing the woman here to assist in giving her presentation on HER findings. She has done the majority of her research and study by way of phone, email, and video conferencing. She had part of yesterday for face-to-face time.” The Director looked at Sam James and smiled. “I understand that presentation will be in only …” he checked his watch, “… an hour and 20 minutes from now.” Sam nodded. “Now, Doctor, I am sure you always intended to provide your colleague with the equal opportunity to present her findings. I, for one, am anxious to hear what she was able to accomplish under these limitations.” He considered his next words carefully, but decided they needed to be said. “I realize you were against recruiting her. But, frankly speaking, I have always felt she might be a valuable asset. Unorthodox, perhaps, but someone not afraid to consider parameters outside the box, if you will.”
Dr. Samuelson stood up abruptly, thanked them both for their time without putting feeling behind it, and left the office. Sam slid down in the chair to a full slouch now that he and Michael were alone. His elbows on the arm rests, he steepled his fingers to his lips. “That man is intimidated by her, you know that. He’s afraid she might be smarter than he is. That’s his insecurity and vulnerability. That should have been caught in his psych evaluation before get leadership of the group.”
Michael just stared at his old friend. It was difficult managing a friend, but they had found a comfortable rapport that seemed to work for them; formal in front of others and no-hands-barred in private. He appreciated that from Sam. Hell, he needed that from him. Because, when it was all said and he made his decision, he knew without question that Sam would be behind him regardless.
“It did.” He saw the look of surprise on Sam’s face as his hands fell to the side. “I know, I know … but, he is a good scientist and I needed someone to run the group and … hell, we weren’t really using them much, yet. Command ramped up the new organization so fast and threw so much money at all the locations that we didn’t know what to do with it all. I think we still have equipment in that lab that hasn’t been used, yet. Like you would have done a better job with it …”
They shared looks and both started laughing. Sam was under no delusions. Michael would do a much better job of running the location than he ever could. It was just nice to tease him.
* * * *
“Thank you for the opportunity to present my findings on the Linder Project, sir.”
We were sitting around a large conference table in a glass walled room with louvered blinds that were left open. The table could easily accommodate more than a dozen people, but there only seven currently present. Sam James, Director, Dr. Samuelson and two of his assistants, Jenna, and me. Jenna was standing at one end of the table where the computer presentation could be seen on a large screen embedded in the wall. I was sitting in front of the computer. We had worked out how I would move the presentation along as she directed attention to specifics. Sam James was sitting next to me near where Jenna stood. The other scientists were across the table and halfway down. The Director was at the opposite end.
“Don’t thank me, Dr. Moore. Sam James is championing your case. I understand he was the one who authorized you to look further into this project.”
Project? The Linder Project? This was the first time I heard that I was a full-fledged project of Agency. I knew it had been Samuelson’s, now I see that Sam had taken it away and given it to Jenna. I looked up at her. She looked nervous. She was looking at me at the same time. I smiled and nodded to her. She smiled back and took a deep breath.
She began the presentation with a very quick review of the summary prepared by Dr. Samuelson after my last visit to this facility, finishing with the written conclusion that the investigation be terminated because the premise of ‘cross-species DNA’ was faulty; the only conclusion possible after finding no evidence of cause or effect.
Samuelson blurted, “As I tried to say earlier, the investigation is pointless. Are we done here, now?”
Jenna stiffened her back and directed her response solely to him. “No, we are not done.” She looked at the Director and I followed her gaze. He tried covering his reaction, but his eyes showed the smile he covered on his mouth. She started going through the timeline of blood tests showing the DNA marker abnormalities.
“I’m aware of those tests, Dr. Moore. Sam James reviewed those with me to authorized the testing program by Dr. Samuelson. What do you have as new information?”
She smiled at him. She was not the intimidated young woman I met earlier and even as recently as her arrival at the island. She signaled me and I moved ahead with the slides until she stopped me.
“These blood test, sir. Yes, they look nearly the same, don’t they? If we overlay them, they are identical. If we overlay them with the most recent previous sample, you can see that there is more change evident.” Samuelson started to say something but Sam held his hand up to stop him. The Director was just watching this play out, waiting for the shoe to drop. “These are not my tests that could be accused of being flawed by a desire to further the investigation. These are tests performed by Dr. Samuelson and his assistants during the previous time.” She held up her hand, this time, when the protest started coming from Samuelson. “I got these results from your assistants. You contrived false results to support your conclusion to end the study. Why?” A junior scientist was directly challenging her superior. The room went quiet, including the Director, as we all waited as Samuelson sputtered.
With nothing but sputtering coming, the Director led the inquisition. “Is this true? You purposely falsified the report to fit the conclusion you wanted?” Director pushed three buttons on his cell phone. Within a minute there were two armed security guards standing at the opening door. The next thing I saw was Director speaking to the guards and Samuelson being led away from the conference room. When the Director returned to the room, he directed his question to the two assistants, Dr. Mary Adams who specialized in Mechanical Engineering and materials and computer sciences, and Dr. Steve Higgins who specialized in Biology and Genetic Engineering.
“Tell me what has been going on, the short version.”
Mary leaned forward, “Short version, sir, is that Dr. Samuelson couldn’t determine a plausible way for the other DNA to enter her body or a catalyst for fusing them.”
Steve added as if Mary herself was continuing, “Without those things, he surmised that the premise itself had to be flawed.”
Director turned his attention back to Jenna. “And you figured all that out?”
“Well … not alone, certainly. Once they verified that the blood work this did for Samuelson, I mean Dr. Samuelson, was accurate, it gave me the confidence to pursue my intuition.”
He laughed so loudly it took Jenna and me by surprise. “Intuition? I thought you’re a scientist.”
She smiled, first at me, then at Mary and Steve. “Sometimes, sir, you need to go on faith to have the determination to push forward. I trusted the science behind the blood work. That told me there was something to pursue. Then, there were several notations in the debriefing of Sam James, here, after his return from the jungle. He spoke of her miraculous healing and her unnatural physical abilities. After that, it was a matter of piecing a few more things together to ask the right questions to get the information tied up in a package.”
With that, she went into a summary explanation of points leading to conclusion of how this happened to me. Divulging my kinky lifestyle as the means of having the canine and feline DNA inside me created a stunned reaction around the table, except from Sam who, while in the jungle, had witnessed similar matings. The other three watched me with renewed curiosity for several more minutes. The factor of the plane explosion and the unusual sensations I experienced stopped the other two scientists resulting in smiles of recognition … and acceptance of the theory. It was Mary who verbalized the acceptance that some new or rare mineral, potentially combined with other elements naturally surrounding the mineral, being transported by those two men, reacted with the intense heat and explosive force. Jenna then concluded her remarks with some preliminary findings: hearing, smell, and vision all appear to be far superior to normal human levels and possibly approaching canine and feline levels.
“Obviously, sir, there is more testing and evaluation required to fully understand and then assist her in harnessing all this.”
It was quiet and we all waited for some response from the Director. He sat at the end of the table, staring at the surface in thought, then looked up. He directed his attention to the two assistants of Dr. Samuelson. “You know how much I value chain-of-command and following direction as given.” They looked nervous and Jenna started to interrupt, but Sam put his hand on hers, stopping her. “There are times, and this was one, when the right thing might be different that the thing being directed. You did the right thing here. Next time, though, seek guidance from another staff level person, for you own protection.” He smiled at them and they relaxed considerably. He thanked them and they left the room, quite excited by the turn of events.
He looked at his watch, then at Jenna. “Excellent work, Doctor. I knew your … unique resume would come in handy.” He turned to Sam, then back to her and took me in at the same time. “I need to meet with Sam for a while and go over some ideas. I would like you two ladies to join us for dinner in the club upstairs … say 7:00 PM? I assume there are some more things you and Miss Linder can occupy yourselves with until then. Will semi-formal work for you?” She agreed and we left.
She took my hand and nearly pulled me behind her to the stairwell and up one level. She banged through the double doors into the lab, startling both Steve, Mary, and the other technicians. She let go of my hand and hugged the two of them at once.
“Thank you! You can’t know how much I appreciate what you have already done for me. I owe you.”
Then, it started and I stood back and watched it unfold.
Mary: “Then, you are really going to love this.”
Steve: “We went back and looked at other data we ran for Samuelson.” I noticed they had dropped the doctor title.
Mary: “This is fascinating.”
Steve: “Amazing, really …”
Mary: “We think … wow!”
Steve: “Wow, indeed! This could be stunning.”
Jenna held up her hands. “Hold those thoughts. We’re exhausted and we have to meet with the Director, again. Can we go over this first thing in the morning?”
Steve: “Oh … sure …”
Mary: “Sure, yeah … first thing in the morning.”
Then, they both turned to me. Steve: “Annie …”
Mary: “Is it okay if we call you, Annie?” I nodded.
Steve: “Annie, thank you for …”
Mary: “… being so open.”
We left them scouring over their data and notes. At the elevator, I turned to Jenna, my mouth agape. “Are they always like that? They finish each other’s sentences. They’re like two people joined in cognitive thought.” She smiled and nodded. I asked, “Are they … I mean, are they a couple?”
She laughed. “If you were to ask them, they would roll their eyes and laugh at the suggestion. The truth is, they’re the only ones who don’t know it.”
Inside the elevator, I turned to her, “Where are we going now?”
“My quarters.” Nothing more than that. I figured she had something more to talk about before we needed to get ready for dinner, still several hours away.
I saw that most doors, elevators, and some hallways required the scanning of badges to allow access. The door to her quarters was no different. Inside, I was stunned by her action after the door closed and, of course, locked. She grabbed my arm as I started walking further into the room and spun me around into her arms. She hugged me tightly to her with one arm, using the hand of the other to bring my head to hers and a kiss on the lips. This was not a tentative kiss of times before, but a kiss with passion and intent behind it.
When our lips parted, I looked into her eyes, down to those lips that had just been on mine, my tongue gliding u*********sly over them, remembering the feel and taste of her. She wasn’t backing away, our bodies still in contact, only our heads with enough room between us to assess our reactions. My reaction was physical and mental, and those reactions were opposing each other. My body wanted her, wanted more of what she had just indicated and what I had envisioned while together only the day before. My mind, though, was in turmoil. Yes, she had experienced feelings earlier, feelings that she expressed a desire to pursue. I still wondered if it was still too fast for her.
But, I didn’t want to offend her, either. So, I decided on the middle road.
“What is it you want, Jenna?”
“You.”
“Are you sure? Is this moving too fast? I would hate myself afterward if you regretted it …”
She smiled at me. Her fingers came up and traced over my cheek to my lips, moving across the top, then bottom lip. I kissed her finger as I watched her eyes intently.
“Yesterday and last night you said ‘no’. You promised me that there would be no sexual play. You said you wanted me to be able to trust you. Even if I was frustrated, you said ‘no’. I know, you wanted the moment to come when I, we, weren’t riding a high of sexual energy and temptation from outside. I have had a day of serious and intense diversion from the events of last night. But, I stand here now fully aware of what I am doing, asking, wanting. I want this. I am asking you to guide me through this the first time.”
What more could I do but smile. And feel honored and trusted.
I took her face between my hands and kissed her. Deliberately. Passionately. Intensely.
When we came up for air, her eyes were wide, but both her eyes and mouth quickly formed into brilliant smiles. I didn’t ask, again. She decided. She didn’t need to be questioned more about it.
Jenna had been wearing the same type of outfit that was almost a uniform for her. A plain, shapeless, skirt that hung from her hips to her knees. A white blouse buttoned to the throat. Her shoes were low flats. As I unbuttoned her blouse, I made a mental note to take this poor girl shopping. Underneath, I found a plain, white bra. Take her on some SERIOUS shopping. She was much too pretty to be hidden this completely.
She reached out, her arms high enough to not interfere with my efforts at unbuttoning and removing her blouse. She pulled my face to hers for another kiss. With her blouse open and the two of us pulled together, I took the opportunity to unclip her bra at the back, now hanging limply beneath her open blouse.
She broke the kiss and looked at me, maybe a look with shyness at the edges. She looked down at her front, her open front. When she looked up at me, “You can’t be a lesbian … I mean … not that it would be a bad thing … but … I mean … you are with men, too, right?”
I chuckled, my hands going inside her open blouse, moving her loose bra up and off her firm breasts. I looked down at them as I replied, “Yes, I like men, too. I never really think much about terms, cataloging, labels. I prefer to just find out what I enjoy. My philosophy is if it doesn’t hurt someone else, it’s okay.” I gave her a peck. “And, after last night you know just how much I like a variety of males … a multi-species lover.”
I slid her blouse off her shoulders, followed by her bra. I bent over and kissed her nipples, already firm buds showing the desire and arousal inside her.
I stepped back and began stripping out of my slacks and pull-over shirt, then my underwear, as she completed her undressing. She stood in front of me, her hands moving in front of her, then to her sides, then self-consciously back in front of her. “Annie, would you show me how to love a woman?”
I smiled. “I will try to show you how to love a partner. It doesn’t really matter whether it is man, woman, or dog.” Her eyes got big at the mention of ‘dog’. I chuckled. “I think it is simple. You focus on bringing your partner pleasure. Focus only on your partner, not your pleasure. Your pleasure will come with your partner’s, if your partner is worth the effort. Focus on your partner. If you do that, regardless of your technique, your partner will be pleased and appreciative. And, your technique will evolve, improve as you do it. Watch your partner, listen to you partner. See and hear what gives pleasure.”
I walked up to her, pressing my body into hers, my hands sliding over her back and ass. She duplicated my movements, giving me kisses to my lips, eyes, neck, and shoulders. I sighed contentedly.
She murmured into my neck, “Like listening for that?” She pulled up and smiled at me. I nodded.
I took her hand and led her to her bed behind a half wall dividing the room into separate sections. “But, this time, you feel. I want you to feel.”
I led her to the bed and assisted her into the center. I moved alongside her body, our skin coming into contact more and more as I lowered my upper body onto her, our breasts coming into contact as our lips touched, our mouths opening on contact. I sucked in her lower lip and she duplicated my action, takes my upper lip. I rotated my mouth on hers, our mouths opening further. My tongue explores her lip, the outside of her lower teeth, and touching her tongue, as she reciprocated with her tongue coming out to meet me.
Unsurprisingly, she proved to be an eager student. She sensed her reaction to the things I did to her and reciprocated back to me. I rewarded her efforts with moans, nearly as many as I was able to pull from her.
I lifted my face from hers, I kissed her lips, then her nose and she giggled. I smiled. “Good. It is important to keep this fun. Relax, enjoy, and make it a fun experience for both you and your partner.”
I kissed her chin, her neck, between her collar bones and down her breast bone and between her breasts. I work my lips back up to her left breast, kissing and licking around the outside and back between them, around her right breast in the same way. Only then did I work my way up her mound to take her nipple between my lips, first gently kissing it before pulling it into my mouth with the pressure of my lips. The nipple extended out from her breast before falling back from my mouth with a slurping sound. I returned to the same nipple, this time taking it between my teeth. Pulled on it now, it extended much further, requiring a firmer biting with my front teeth. She gasped and moaned as I kept tension on her nipple. Her back arched, partially from a sense of the sharp pain of my teeth on her nub, but more from the intense pleasure that now radiated from her nipple into her breast and out into her body.
I raised my eyes to her, her face contorted in pleasure, new pleasure she is experiencing, pleasure her mind is recording, remembering, logging into that database of a brain of hers for use in another opportunity. I released the nipple and her breast bounced slightly at it regained shape. She gasped out, again.
I sucked in the same nipple, circling it with my tongue, soothing the erect nipple from any memory of pain. My tongue led me to her other breast. I feel her suck in a lung full of air in anticipation of a repeat performance. And, I don’t disappoint her. Her hands find the back of my head this time, not pushing me away, not pulling me into her to avoid the pull, but being in contact with me, stroking my hair as she cries out.
I release the nipple and reward it, too, with sucking and licking. Then, my mouth moves down from her breasts, over her ribcage, onto her stomach, down over her abdomen, to her mound. Her mound is cover with sparse pubic hair matching the light brown of the hair on her head. Her breath sucks into her lungs again as my mouth continues down from her mound, slowing as I approach her pussy.
I spread her knees more and kiss the upper part of her lips. “Breath, Jenna.”
She exhales with her gasp as I kiss further down on her lips. My tongue comes out and explores her pussy. She is wet … very wet. Her lips part easily with slight pressure from my tongue. I am just inside as her hips rise up. I sense her time is close, her need strong. I slip my hands between her legs, my fingers spreading her lips, my tongue driving into her hole. One thumb slide over her pussy, searching for her clit. At the touch to her clit, her heels press down into the bed, her hips rising sharply. I press down hard with my thumb, my tongue as deep as it will go inside her.
She orgasms. And, cries out her release.
* * * CHAPTER 5: ACCEPT & EMBRACE will follow * * * Thanks for reading
Lynne
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