After my week long session with Gael I returned to work, and Sophia had also returned. Now, it was simply time to wait. Gael’s husband returned the next day, and she left me to be with him, and so that was that. In a few weeks time we would both know if my I had impregnated her. Yes, we would wait, but we both knew, or at least sensed, that she was indeed now filled with my seed. I was not sure when I would see her again in an intimate way, and when she became pregnant, perhaps never, but of course pregnant sex with Gael would be something that I would find hard to resist. At least that was the case in the past with the other women I had gotten pregnant. They take on a certain sensuality and beauty that is quite unique and alluring.
And so wait I did. Each day seemed like an eternity.
In the midst of all this, on a Monday morning a few days later, the phone on my desk rang. I knew the number , stared at the phone for a few moments, and picked up the receiver.
“Hello sir.” I tried to remain as detached as possible.
The voice on the other end was frail, weak and scratchy, but still, even beneath that sound, there remained the steadiness of ultimate authority.
“Hello X, we have not spoken in a good long while.”
“Yes, it has been a while, hasn’t it?”
“I hear you have been having some problems up there. Is everything alright. I hope it is. Then again, I trust you will take care of any and all problems.”
“Oh yes, we had a minor problem. It has been taken care of, I can assure you.”
There was a long pause. I could hear the heavy, labored breathing. “Good. We both know how difficult it can be to dispose of those undesirables who are a threat to the Underground.”
“No worries, sir, I had my best men clean things up.”
Another long pause. “Still, I think it is time we meet again. It has been too long.”
“Certainly, sir. I can be there as soon as you like.”
“Good. Why don’t you come immediately. Don’t leave anything untidy however.”
“No, no General. I will be there in a couple of days.”
“Good. And bring the girl. What is her name again?”
“Sophia.”
I heard a deep breath on the other side. “Ahhh…yes. Sophia. I would like to meet this new girl of yours, this, how shall I call her, this assassin?” I heard a faint but still distinct laugh.
“Yes sir, we will be there Wednesday.”
“That is good, X, I look forward to seeing her, and you.”
His voice was faint, yet behind this faintness there was still the hint of a spark, a spark that hearkened back to a man who was once powerful, both physically and mentally.
I called Sophia and told her to drop everything she was doing and pack for our trip. I did not provide details, except that this was an emergency business meeting. I was not sure how long we would be there. It might be a day, or longer.
On Wednesday morning Sophia arrived at my office, and we took my car to the airport. She was strangely quiet during our drive to the airport.
“So, I know you do not like questions, but where are we going and why?” Her voice was soft and hesitant.
“We are going to meet the General.”
Sophia looked straight out the driver’s window.
“The General? Oh…yes…I remember you mentioned him…that night. So, who is this General?”
“He is the most powerful man in the Underground. I met him when I was young and straight out of college. He taught me many things. Helped me to rise in the business. My mentor, really. Even when I met him he was old, but still quite powerful in many different ways. I don’t know a whole lot about him. He was in the Marines, fought in Korea and Vietnam, stayed in the military and eventually became a General. After his retirement he made his money in the international arms trades. I think he knew many of the rich and powerful in the world, and their secret proclivities. Eventually he became head of the Organization.
“And he is still the most powerful man in the Underground?”
“Yes. And he is all the stands between me and absolute power.”
Sophia looked at me. “Oh really?”
“Yes, we have reached that point.”
“So…where are we going?
“South Florida. He has his big estate down in Boca Roton. He does not want to live in Palm Beach. Says Boca is much nicer, less pretentious.”
Sophia and I took my private jet down to Florida. When we arrived we made our way to the General’s house, a large Italian style villa nestled nicely in a small grove along the Atlantic coast. Tall royal palms surrounded the high, yellow stucco wall that itself surrounded the entire complex. We drove up to the massive, elaborate gate. I rolled down my driver’s window and pressed the button next to the gate. A voice with a distinct and calm British accent answered on the other end. “Yes?”
“We are here to see the General. Tell him it is X. He is expecting us.”
“Yes sir, right away.”
The gate slowly opened and we drove through it and up a short driveway made of pink limestone. The large complex stood before, rich in beauty and adornments. On either side of the driveway were Renaissance-like statues in shining marble of various figures from classical mythology.
Sophia and I got out of the car and walked up to the large front door. The sun was high and hot in the bright blue sky. A bit of tropical moisture filled the air, but not so much as to be overly uncomfortable.
The butler opened the door and let us in. He was a tall man, stiff as wood with white hair, bright blue eyes and sharp, angular features.
“Hello X, good to see you.” His British accent always reminded me of the best of that old aristocracy. Even though he was a butler, he had been educated at Oxford University.
“Thank you.”
“The general is this way. Please follow me.”
I turned to Sophia. “Why don’t you wait here.”
The butler turned to her. “Yes, please mam, have a seat on this couch.” He pointed to a plush leather couch nestled against the wall.
“Thank you.” Sophia was pleasantly submissive and sat.
I walked through a large corridor adorned with various paintings, large and framed in gold. Some pieces were bought in the most upscale art galleries, others were rare items sold at auctions. They ranged from medieval to late nineteenth century. We then reached the grand cedar doors of his main reception room, and the butler knocked while slightly opening one. “Your guest is here, sir.”
A faint voice echoed from a distant corner. “Ah yes, let him in.”
He opened the door, stood aside and I walked through. On the far end of the large, oak paneled room was an old man sitting in a wheelchair, a blue blanket draped over his thighs. He was in front of a window, looking out at the sun. The floor was made with various types of colored Italian marble.
“Hello, sir. It is good to see you again.”
He turned his wheelchair towards me. “Ah, X, good to see you, my boy.”
He liked calling me that, and he had been doing that now for decades.
As I walked towards him I was able to see a man I had not seen for a few years. He was now quite old, and looked frail and fragile, but as he stared at me as I approached, he still seemed to possess a bit of vigor. A thin string of white hair covered his nearly bald scalp which was dotted with brown and black aging marks. He smiled when he saw me. His teeth were yellow. He reached out to shake my hand, and I took his, which was shaking slightly, and squeezed. There was still some life left in those once powerful hands.
“Sit my boy. Please. Let’s have one of our old talks.”
I sat on the large, blue velvet couch.
“James, bring X a whiskey. I know how much he enjoys whiskey.” James walked to the corner of the room, and with his back turned to me, poured me a drink from a crystalline vase. He walked slowly across the room and handed me the drink.
I looked at the General. “Nothing for you sir?” I took a sip.
“No, X, I gave up drinking some time ago. Age is such a bitch.” He laughed.
He looked at me with a fatherly warmth. “So, I am glad you have taken care of this situation. I trust your judgement. After all these years, and everything we have been through, both ourselves and our organization, it is good to know I made the right decisions about you. It is always good, you know, as you approach the end of things, that you are reassured you once had good judgement, and passed things off to the right people.”
“Thank you, General. I would be nothing if it had not been for you.”
“Yes…but now, this girl, Sophia, you must tell me more about her. I think she may have potential. We could use her in all sorts of different situations. Sort of like Livia.”
“Yes, Livia.” I took a slow sip of the whiskey.
The General looked down at this blanket. “Unfortunately, Livia was a bit too careless. But she paid the price.” A sad but subtle smile came over his face. “Yes, we run many risks in our profession, X.”
“Unfortunately.”
“But this new girl, Sophia, yes, I think she has those things we look for. Of course, I need to interview her, in my own way.” His smile grew as did the yellowing of his teeth.
“Yes, of course. I brought her with me today. As you said. I think you will like her.”
“Oh yes. We still understand each other, don’t we. I hear she is quite beautiful. Despite our age, our interest in beautiful women never changes, you know, X. Ah, the curse and pleasure of being a man.” His pale blue eyes showed a bit of flicker of new life. “So, seeing that I really do not know when the end may come,” he laughed, “let me meet this new creature of yours. And enjoy her.” He turned towards the butler. “James, summon the girl. It is now time.”
“Yes sir.” James stiffly left the room to gather Sophia. The General looked at me.
“Yes, X, even a man of my advanced age still has some of those same old appetites.” The General fumbled around with the blanket covering his legs. His exposed forearms showed the spots of purple bruising that often accompanies advanced age. He grasped his thin thighs. “These may not work as well as before, but some things still work quite well, X. Fate does have an odd sense of humor.” He laughed. “Old age! It is best to take advantage of what we still possess while we still possess them. You never know when your ticket may be called, X.”
“Well, for both of us, hopefully that will not be for quite a while, sir.”
We quietly stared at each other for a few moments, and in those few moments I remembered all that I had been through with this man, a man I admired but now felt a bit sorry for, and yet this was a man who had been the most important influence in my life. He taught me many things. I really did hope we would have more time for the future, but I doubted this. I felt a cloud of melancholia beginning to settle over me.
The Butler and Sophia returned a few moments later. She was wearing a white skirt, and her black panties were slightly visible beneath the fabric.
When he saw Sophia he smiled and looked her up and down. She stood before him. The slight smile across his face now grew into a full blown grin. His pale blue eyes became a bit brighter.
“Ahhh…yes, you are quite lovely, aren’t you?”
Sophia feigned demureness. “Thank you, sir. It is an honor to meet you.”
He reached out a hand to her. “Come, let us spend some time together.” Sophia smiled, walked towards him and took his hand in hers. Perhaps she was still naïve enough to believe this was going to be some sort of grandfatherly meeting between the two, kind and gentle and without sin, but I knew differently.
The butler stood by the door, staring at me, and I knew it was time for me to leave. I got up from the couch and left the room. The butler closed the door. I made sure I still had my drink in my hand. I knew what the General was capable of, and I felt myself starting to get sick to my stomach. Strong whiskey would help settle that.
Some time passed, how much I was not sure, but as it did I stood in the hall, admiring and appreciated all those beautiful paintings, many of them with figures of nude or half naked women, some standing alone, others with a sylvan background, but all alluring and enchanting and full of sensuous atmosphere. The General and I had the same taste in art. As was our taste in women. I wondered what was happening behind that closed door with Sophia.
A half hour later Sophia pushed open the door, ran across the room and called out. “Oh, someone call an ambulance. I think he is dead!” Her blouse was buttoned half way up and her skirt was wrinkled.
The butler quickly went to the room. A few minutes later he quietly walked out, and looked at me, and calmly said, “I think I will need to call proper authorities. The General is dead.”
“Dead?”
“Yes, sir. He is dead. I would suspect the man had a heart attack.”
“Heart attack?”
The butler looked at Sophia. “Yes, sir. Well, at his age, his activities were somewhat risky. Here mam, I think these must belong to you.” He handed Sophia her black panties.
James then turned to me. His calm formality was quite remarkable in this situation. “Now, sir, that the General has met his final demise, and as you probably know, everything in the Organization has passed to you, including this house and my services. Perhaps it might be best that you were not here when the authorities arrived, since I can assure you that it was a heart attack that did in the man, and I can wait about an hour before I call who needs to be called. After that, perhaps it might be best that we begin the process of all those irritating little details of your total succession and total control of the Underground.”
Sophia took me by the arm. “I think he is right. It might be best if we…”
“Yes, we will be in contact at the right time. Thank you, James.”
“You are quite welcome sir. Until then.” We shook hands and Sophia and I quickly left.
Sophia and I returned to a large condo I owned along the coast. It had several rooms, a balcony and a rich bar. She seemed quite calm and showed no sadness or remorse. I undid my tie and threw it across the dining room chair. The bar was close by, and I poured another whiskey.
“So tell me what happened.”
Sophia ran her hand across her forehead and unbuttoned the first button on her blouse. “Oh, everything happened so fast…but let me see if I can recall it all correctly.”
I handed her a bottle of sparkling water and she took a sip and continued. “So, I went to sit down on the couch and he told me to keep standing. He kept repeating how beautiful I am, and he studied my body with great intensity. Finally, he told me that he wanted me to be a major part of the Underground, but he needed to test me first. I asked him, what kind of test, and he told me, ‘take your clothes off’.”
I laughed. “Yeah, the old man still had a bit of life left in him, even at the end. He was always quite straight forward. Go on.”
“I was quite taken aback, but I knew this was something I needed to do, something that would please you, knowing what I was willing to do, and everything. So I began to remove my clothes. And when I was finally naked, standing in front of him, he simply looked at me, and began to fumble with the blanket on his thighs, and then, suddenly, he breathed heavily, and then he quietly slumped over on his wheelchair. He must have died right on the spot.”
“You mean you never even had to touch him?”
“No, thankfully. God, he was quite disgusting. If I had to touch him, I would have vomited.”
At that point I remembered the General in his prime, his power and authority and all he taught me. That cloud of melancholia returned. He had been a great specimen of manhood and women loved him. And now, this was his end. But then a comforting thought popped into my mind.
“Well, at least he died doing what he loved, and his last vision in this world was your beauty. I am sure that is how he wanted to go out.”
She then walked up slowly towards me. “I mean, I do feel bad about all this. But…it seems it had to happen. And now, you are the head to the Underground. It all belongs to you now, sir.”
“Yes, I am. That is now true.”
“Did I do well, sir. I do want to please you.” Sophia ran her hands over chest. She kissed me. Her mouth was warm and soft and quite kissable. She pressed her body against mine, and as she did I am sure she could feel my arousal. When she ran her hand over my slacks, I knew she did.
I ran my hand through her hair. “Yes, you did quite well. It seems you have quite the talent for these sort of things….”
“And now you are the big boss…” She unzipped my pants and freed me. “Oh yes, you are quite the big boss, aren’t you?” And with one smooth motion she knelt down and took me in her mouth. “I just want to please you….”
Sophia, once shy and quiet, once awkward and unsure of herself, was now a skilled and sensual woman. Her sexual confidence was delightful. Yes, she had learned. Yes, I had taught her quite well. Yes, she was now ready to become fully involved with the Underground.
We soon made our way to the bedroom. I sat on the bed, my hard member in my hand, and I looked at her. “Now, take your clothes off.” I was giving my first order as the undisputed ruler of the Underground, as the General had given his last, and Sophia complied, but this time with great enthusiasm. She slowly started to undress. First she unbuttoned her blouse, and then she turned around, and undid her lacy black bra, and when both fell to the ground she turned to face me, cupping and hiding both breasts with her hands. Now she was playing at being demure, but I knew she was no longer demure.
She came over to the bed and stood before me. Her skirt was now off. “Yes, everything is ours now, isn’t it? We can do anything we want, can’t we?” She slipped off her black panties.
I admired her beauty. “Yes, everything is ours now.”
“And we can even do this?” And taking my hard member in her hand she slowly draped her legs around me and guided me inside of her, straddling me, engulfing me with her warm, drenched vagina. The feeling of sliding inside of her was exquisite.
When she was fully on top of me, and I was fully inside of her, her tightness surrounded me, gripping me, and we began moving in a sweet unison of sexual delight. The pressure of a girl on top of you while you are inside her is quite different than in any other position. She seemed to love it too, as she began moving up and down, riding me, and more she rode me, the more vigorous her riding became. She leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I think this might be my favorite position…..oh yes….I can feel it so well….hits me just right….”
She was bent over on top of me, her hair dangling down on my face, and I cupped her full breasts, and then kissed and sucked on them, enjoying all of their luscious softness. She leaned back and took her left breast in her hand, and lifted it towards her mouth and licked her own nipple, and as she did I rubbed her tight little clitoris, and she moaned and then began grinding against me. Her head was titled back, her eyes closed and she sighed softly. “Oh yes…yeah….oh God…” I grabbed her ass and slapped it. Hard.
“Oh yeah, spank me!”
I slapped her ass again, even harder. And again. And again. She cried out in pleasure each time.
And as she was on top of me, moving up and down and grinding and moving back and forth, her hair in my face and our lips caressing each other with kisses, she pressed her head against mine and said, “You know…if it got to that point, I would have killed him right then and there, yes, I would have done that for you…it would have been so easy…no one would have known….and you could finally be the one…all power would have been yours…I was going to…I was going to do that, just for you….”
And at that point I rolled her around onto her back, in one swift and violent motion where we remained locked together in one embrace, and I began pounding her as hard as possible. I grabbed her by her wrists and held her firmly with all my strength, pinning her to the bed, and I could feel her complete submission to me. “I will be the one to give those sort of orders. Do you understand me? Never cross me in that.”
“Oh yes sir, yes, I will always obey you in everything. I will do whatever you want. I am all yours.”
I was fucking her now, hard and fast and furiously, letting her know who was in complete control, who the boss was, and as this strange mixture of her pristine beauty and forbidden desires was too much for me, in all this erotic tension building to the inevitable, I exploded, deep inside her, a full load, and she moaned with even more pleasure as I came. “Oh God, I can feel it….”
After we had collapsed into a cloud of wearied erotic pleasure, Sophia rested her head against my chest. “Did I do well sir? Do I please you?”
“Yes, Sophia, you are well equipped for the life of the Underground.”
She nestled her head against mine. “Oh, I want to be your number one, just me and no one else.” She looked up at me and said more firmly, “No one.”
I kissed her and said nothing. She was obviously quite tired, and she quickly drifted off into sleep. I could not. The General, and all that had happened that day, not only that day but all the decades we had known each other, were consuming my thoughts.
Later that night, while Sophia was soundly asleep and I was still fully awake, I got a text from Gael.
“I’m pregnant! Yes! You made it happen!!!”
I looked at Sophia as she slept, seemingly so innocent and yet now so dangerous, her transformation having gone to a place I could never have foreseen, and I knew from that point on, that what would happen between Sophia and Gael would be something I would have to watch quite carefully.
