My Only Talent Ch. 47
The End of the Beginning
Note
: The descriptions and accounts in these stories are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events
Elizabeth Ashcroft Knowles was doggedly enduring the freedom of the American road, but hardly enjoying it. She was working on the biggest undercover operation of her career, which had begun in the port of Baltimore, Maryland and now found her in a giant truck lot in Charlotte, North Carolina. She and her compatriots were tracking a set of shipments that originated in Belarus and were scheduled to arrive simultaneously at multiple points east of the Mississippi, where they might cause the most disruption and casualties should they be successfully deployed. She would gladly die to prevent that. But what she was doing right now required using a very recently developed and unusual skill to further her surveillance of one of the loads in question.
It was one she had learned from a young girl she had busted and had taken away, so Elizabeth could impersonate her. In return for no jail time and a new identify with Canadian citizenship, she had taught Elizabeth all the skills required to become a successful lot lizard: a prostitute that scurried from truck to truck like a lizard to give quick blow jobs to sweaty truckers. She had taught Elizabeth how to take a condom in her mouth and apply it to a trucker's stinking cock as her mouth descended on him without him even knowing she was using one. He thought he was getting the real deal, but to Elizabeth it was essentially a hazmat drill.
She developed a reputation among her customers for skill and efficiency. She insisted on being in the front of the cab, never in the sleeper, so she could see out the windshield "to watch for cops". When she wanted to observe the scene out the windshield longer, she could extend the truckers pleasure almost indefinitely. When she needed to move on to another truck for a better point of view, she could bring the trucker off in seconds, and he would be extremely glad she did. The guys who grabbed her head and tried to force her down on them only tried it once. She tried to stop short of breaking one of their ribs, but it was entirely their risk. If they had only known how many different ways she knew to kill them silently, they probably would have foregone the blowjob entirely.
It required someone with Elizabeth's rare skill set to conduct surveillance unseen, recognize and confirm the targets, silently sedate and restrain the driver, and move the load out to a rally point unnoticed. It had only taken her a day to learn to maneuver the huge semi-trucks properly. She enjoyed driving the big rigs, but after this operation, she hoped never to have reason to smell diesel fuel or taste a latex condom again. She had built an interesting mental database of a wide variety of male organs and their responses to certain oral stimuli and heard lots of new country music. She was more determined than ever to carry out her mission. She always was.
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Robbie seldom got phone calls from Kevin Kretzman. When he did, he paid attention.
"Hey, Robbie. Something I didn't mention to you at the going away party at UDP. By the time I realized which Chrissy he was talking about, she was there and listening, but I got a call from Big Bones Jones about her. She didn't give him her number, and he called me to get it. Back then, I told him I didn't know her. But it sounds like he has the hots for her, you know what I mean?"
"Yeah, he does. It's up to her now. In fact, send me Big Bones number, and I'll give him Chrissy's."
"Wow. You really are getting married, huh?"
"Yeah but even if I wasn't, it's up to her, man. It's always up to them. You should know that with Lou Baby, eh?"
"Boy that's the truth, but she's perfect for me. Is Chrissy really that hot?"
"She's a wonderful young lady, and I'm proud to call her my friend."
"Okay I get it."
"She's also a fan of your latest film, Kevie."
"All discerning young ladies are, and don't call me Kevie!"
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Khalan King started his first semester at ESU in the spring, instead of the fall. He was a gifted defensive back but only went to a small high school in South Texas, so he was not highly recruited by the Power 5 football schools. But his high school coach had a connection to an ESU GA, and he was on their radar. When he got the offer he did not hesitate, he committed and entered school early to benefit from an "extra" spring practice season before his "official' freshman year. He was very bright and had fine high school grades and did not have to worry about academics. His dad, who was too much of a partying "player" before he dropped out of Texas State, was worried about Austin party hearty life sidetracking Khalan, who had real NFL potential. He gave his son some clear advice. "No bullshit sports marking major, get a real degree! Work on school and workouts only Monday to Friday. No dope, no drinking, no matter what. Do not bang the sluts that hang around the athletes. Only ask out nice girls from your classes, tell them the truth about everything and let them make the first move. Trust me, some will, and you can be incredibly happy and stay out of trouble that way!"
All of the guys he knew from 7 on 7 teams bragged about the hot groupie pussy that they got on recruiting visits, a different slut each night, and how much they were going to chase more pussy in the fall, but Khalan took his dad's advice to heart. He didn't meet a real prospect for a while, and then met one by accident coming out of a lecture hall when someone grazed her with a bike on the sidewalk. When he helped her up, he was smitten! She smiled back. She might be out of his league, but he decided to go for it and asked her out.
She smiled even more warmly and attractively. "Where is out?"
He was at a loss, so he told the truth "I just want to get to know you, we can do anything!"
She turned out to be junior, three years older than him, but she seemed to like his honesty. Close up, she looked even better. There was a sparkle in her eye that hypnotized him.
"Give me your number," she said, "I'll text you and we can set up a time to meet for lunch."
He would have said yes to meeting her on the moon.
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Suzanne arrived at the rehab hospital to find Mike's room empty! There was a flowing note, written she assumed, in that bitch Carmencita's perfect and flowing cursive, saying Mike was making great progress and they were now working in a therapy room on the third floor. Take the elevator to 3, turn right, and follow the orange dots on the floor until you see Therapy 3. Suzanne followed the directions with trepidation, fearing another trick. She passed a surgery ward and some administrative offices, and then suddenly came upon the nursery! Big glass windows with babies on display like presents in a store window, with doting relatives billing and cooing to them. She had stop and regain her balance. That bitch!
She forced herself to follow the orange dots on to Therapy 3, to see Mike standing shakily between two big stainless steel rails and trying to take a step. Mike was facing away from her, and Carmencita had one hand on his shoulder and the other around his waist protectively as he made a Herculean effort to move one leg up and forward. Suddenly it moved! He shifted his weight! Suzanne saw his first step and she was exhilarated. Then Carmencita praised him and squeezed his right buttock!
"Mike! That's great!" Mike turned to Carmencita and beamed at her. Suzanne's blood ran cold. Carmencita cut her eyes over to Suzanne, smiled, and then brazenly gave Mike's butt another squeeze.
"Hi, Suzanne! Did you see it?" She paused a beat, "Mike is making such progress!"
Suzanne forced a fake smile, for Mike's benefit. Inside she was full of rage. What should have been a joyous moment was now an awful memory! I saw it all right you bitch!
Carmencita saw her gambit hit home and saw the anguish in Suzanne's face. She almost felt sorry for her. Almost, but not quite. Carmencita had begun applying the sexually charged techniques that she had studied to help Alexander to Mike's rehab, and they accelerated his progress dramatically. He was not only making maximum effort, but subconsciously he was developing great erotic expectations about what would happen when he could walk on his own again. She was also using Mike's muscle confusion and discomfort, paired with gentle massage and praise, to interrogate him just as effectively as she had Alexander. After all, knowledge is power. She was going to use that power to teach Suzanne a life lesson. She had some creative ideas about how to get some more knowledge, too!
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Khalan King got the text two days later, asking him to lunch at the café in the Union on Thursday. He texted back "yes" with his fingers fumbling with excitement. His dad would consider her genuinely nice, and she was also mega hot.
When he arrived at the Union, he saw her sitting in a booth, waved, and sat down with her. "Hi!"
"Hi! Someone else is meeting us too in just a minute."
What was this? Her roommate or something? Was she scared to be alone with him?
A gawky looking white guy waved at her and looked surprised to see Khalan already sitting there. He sat down anyway. He looked young too, one of those skinny guys with long arms and legs and big elbows who still have some growing to do.
"Khalan, this is my friend Roger. Roger, this is my friend Khalan."
The shook hands perfunctorily, with suspicious glances at each other. They looked at her curiously.
