‘Would you like a man on the inside?’, Dick asked, making a very clumsy come-on. He rested his hand gently on Susan’s thigh and squeezed it, finding it hard and unyielding. Susan picked up his hand, took it off the metal transmission tunnel between the seats of the hovercar and placed it in her lap.
‘Yes please. After tonight’s meeting. Can you teach me something new?’, she asked.
‘I’m sure I can. Tonight’s lesson can be the Three R’s: Role Play, Rimming and Reach Arounds’.
If the Party had been keeping Susan’s hovercar under surveillance that evening they would have been confused by its very erratic flight path as it jerked and jolted around. This wasn’t a result of any control problems with the vehicle but rather the fact that Susan found it difficult concentrating on driving given what Dick was doing with his fingers between her legs. When they eventually arrived at the resistance headquarters Dick was surprised to learn that Taylor wasn’t there. Surprised and pleased. Edward and Grace were going about their business, Susan had gone off to have a shower and there was a member, Clifford, who he’d never met before, who was studying intelligence reports on the recent movements of Party hierarchy. Dick wandered around and eventually found Alice in the small dimly-lit library, engrossed in a newspaper with a pile of several others close by.
‘So, no Taylor?’, Dick asked, shutting the door behind him. He guessed the answer but was seeking comfort in its confirmation.
Alice looked up and smiled. ‘No. He’s working late’.
‘At his day job?’, Dick enquired.
Alice nodded.
‘Which is…’ Dick trailed off, waiting for Alice to answer.
‘I don’t know. None of us know’.
‘But I thought that of everyone here, you’d know’. Dick sat down facing her. ‘I mean, you’re very close to him. Almost joined at the hip’. Dick smiled. ‘And from what I also know, almost joined at the groin’.
Alice blushed slightly.
Dick probed Alice some more. Not in the way he would have liked, but in the interrogatory sense.
‘What is it between you and Taylor?’ he asked. ‘I know you’re lovers but it’s more than that. There’s some sort of strange bond between you that I’ve never seen between resistance members’.
Alice was now a fetching shade of pink. Dick continued, oblivious to her discomfort.
‘He’s very possessive towards you. Almost obsessively so’.
‘And is that a problem Mr. Longg?’, Alice asked, now looking directly at him.
‘Well, yes’.
Alice looked slightly confused.
‘You see, I’m jealous’. Dick paused to gauge Alice’s reaction. She continued to look at him with a puzzled expression. Dick took the newspaper from her grasp and gently held her hands in his.
‘Ever since the day you literally appeared in my life I’ve desired you. Of course, I desire most women, but you… there was something different about you from the start. I can’t figure you out Alice. The way you play hard to get. I’m not used to that. The way you act, you’d think you were a fully paid-up, suppressed member of the population. Take Susan or Grace. They’re absolutely gagging for sex — anything with a pulse will do. But you, it’s like you’re still repressed. Or is it that you’re a one-man woman Alice? And if so, how did that happen. It’s like Taylor has some hold over you. What is it with him Alice? Is he your svengali?’
Alice shrugged. ‘I love Taylor. We have a sort of “understanding”. He’s done a lot for me’.
‘I’m sure’, said Dick leaning forwards. ‘And I’d like to do a lot to you’.
With that, he leant forward and kissed Alice full on her ruby lips. Dick expected her to resist him, to hammer her small fists into his chest, slap him around the face, pull his hair or his eyebrows (which would have hurt a lot more), scream for help and generally cause a commotion. Her submissive reaction, instead, caught him by surprise. She offered no resistance as Dick pulled her head towards his and parted her lips, exploring her wet mouth with his tongue. The desk between them was an obstacle to further passion so Dick rose up from his chair, helping to lift Alice out of hers. With their mouths still locked together the two of them performed an ungainly tango around the desk until Alice was standing with her back towards it. Dick gently kissed her neck and slowly began to undo the buttons of her dress.
Ordinarily this action would have been tantalisingly sexual. In this case, given the unreasonably large number of buttons and the fact that Dick didn’t carry a button-hook, it took an unfeasible length of time. In lesser men, passion would have subsided but Dick wasn’t a lesser man and he was still hard while the last button popped open. Almost in an act of triumph he swept the papers and Alice’s handbag off the table and gently lowered Alice down.
She lay there in her underwear, arms spread, her tongue flicking over her wet lips. Swiftly removing his trousers Dick leaned over her and nuzzling her face, drank in her sweet nectar-like perfume. He moved slowly down, kissing her whole sensual body, paying particular attention to her firm breasts that were rising and falling with her increasing heavy breathing. Dick’s tongue played with her navel, then he buried his face in her warm groin, almost tasting the sex that was just moments away. Dick teased Alice, turning his focus to her inner thighs, licking and kissing them within an inch of her crotch. It was as he was tugging the silk of her panties with his teeth that Dick got another surprise. As surprises went, this was one of the biggest he’d experienced since his arrival here. He froze, and then he raised his head.
Dick tried to speak but he was so shocked, no words formed. He made a second attempt. This time he emitted a sort of strangulated sound, the sort you make when you’re gargling with mouthwash for too long until you reach that point of half swallowing and half retching. The third time he managed to get his mouth to work.
‘Alice?!’, Dick said, managing to simultaneously combine the intonation of a question and an exclamation.
‘Dick!’, a voice shouted in response. It was a deep voice. It was a man’s voice. In fact it was a voice that sounded very similar to that of Taylor. Dick had been so carried away with his foreplay with Alice that he’d failed to hear the library door open. The light spilling in from the hallway framed the imposing form of Taylor in the doorway.
‘Taylor!’ Dick exclaimed in a mixture of embarrassment and horror.
‘Taylor!’, Alice exclaimed in exactly the same way.
Dick and Alice got up from the table and began to hurriedly dress. Taylor entered the library, shutting the door behind him.
‘I told you that Alice was special, didn’t I?’
Dick nodded, then fell over, having put both feet in one trouser leg. He picked himself up. He didn’t need to say anything to Taylor. His wide-eyed expression said more than mere words ever could.
‘You saw the numbers, didn’t you?’
Dick nodded again. The numbers. He had seen the numbers. And had immediately remembered where he’d seen them before. On the inner thighs of the robot prostitutes. Then the enormity of the situation hit Dick like a frying pan full in the face. He’d been about to fuck a robot.
‘I kept Alice’s secret from everyone, and wanted to keep it a secret from you’, Taylor explained, walking towards them. ‘And I would have, if you hadn’t decided to bury your face in her damn crotch!’ Alice was now fully-dressed, looking at the floor with a shamed expression. Dick replaced the contents that had fallen out of Alice’s handbag when he’d knocked it to the floor, and handed it to her. She snatched the bag back, glared at him and then ran over towards Taylor who held her tight. Dick was experiencing a veritable rollercoaster of emotions. He felt terrible that he’d betrayed the trust of his leader and mentor. He felt guilty for taking advantage of the demure Alice. And he felt a combination of abject horror and peculiar arousal that he’d been moments away from having sex with a robot — coupled with more than a slight feeling of disappointment that he hadn’t.