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Authors: Mike Resnick
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the woman yet another sip of her drink, while the remaining Twin would lower his lips to an erect nipple, or gently trace little patterns on the inside of her thighs with his fingertips.
Before long the woman began writhing sensually, and the Twins shifted their positions with the precision and timing of skilled athletes—which, decided Redwine, was probably the closest analogy to what they actually were. Intimate kisses and touches increased in speed and fervor, and still neither of them would mount and enter her until the posture of her trembling body made it clear that no other response would be acceptable. Then, by some predetermined game plan, one of the Twins swiftly and gracefully moved on top of her while the other, with no apparent effort, managed to move his body out of the way while still kissing and caressing those portions of her body that were available to him.
“Harry,” announced Rasputin, an amused grin on his face, “I think you're undergoing just a touch of culture shock.”
Startled, Redwine stepped back from the screen and wondered just how long he had been staring in rapt fascination. “You people are expected to watch this objectively ?” he said at last.
“After a day or two, so could you.”
“I've seen my share of pornography, and most of it is pretty grubby and sweaty. But those two guys—they make sex look like a ballet.”
“That's why they're so popular,” replied Rasputin. “Though all of our people are pretty skilled. You're welcome to check some of the other screens, if you like.”
Redwine shook his head. “I'm feeling quite inadequate enough, thank you,” he said with a wry smile.
Rasputin nodded knowingly. “Getting used to that aspect of it occasionally takes a little more than a day or two. Shall we go back to my office?”
“I think I'm about ready for that drink,” agreed Redwine devoutly.
A moment later they were sitting down on opposite sides of Rasputin's desk, each with a glass of whiskey in his hand.
“Are you properly impressed with our security system?” asked Rasputin, after taking a small swallow of his drink.
“It looks absolutely foolproof to me,” said Redwine.
“Wonderful!” laughed Rasputin. “You're a very amusing guy, Harry. I hope to hell whatever I discover isn't too damning.” He paused. “That's one of my bad habits: I tend to like my enemies much better than my friends, and then I feel like shit when I have to bring them down. Ever hear of anything that stupid?”
“Every now and then,” said Redwine, trying not to think of the Leather Madonna.
“So,” continued Rasputin, downing his drink, “we might as well be friends while we can.”
“Suits me.”
A light suddenly flashed on Rasputin's desk.
“I'm afraid I have to get back to work, Harry. Do you want me to have someone take you to your new office, or would you rather wait for the Madonna?”
“She's probably still busy. I think maybe I'd better just set up shop and go to work.”
“Whatever you say,” replied Rasputin, rising and escorting him to the door. “We've already got your retinagram on file. We'll program it into the Home and tram computers so you can get in and out of here without an escort.” He turned to Redwine as the door slid open. “Are you really going to make me do all that work finding out what you did to the computer, Harry?”
“I'm afraid so.”
“Well,” said Rasputin with a shrug, “if that's the way it's got to be.” He extended his hand. “I'm sure I'll be seeing a lot more of you around the Comet .”
“I never doubted it.”
“If anyone else tries to hassle you, Harry, you let me know,” added Rasputin. “You're my project from now on.”
“I suppose I should thank you,” remarked Redwine dryly, as Rasputin summoned a green-clad woman to take him to his new office.
“We'll just have to wait and see, won't we?” said Rasputin.
Chapter 4
Redwine sat in the Leather Madonna's auxiliary office, surrounded by
Before long the woman began writhing sensually, and the Twins shifted their positions with the precision and timing of skilled athletes—which, decided Redwine, was probably the closest analogy to what they actually were. Intimate kisses and touches increased in speed and fervor, and still neither of them would mount and enter her until the posture of her trembling body made it clear that no other response would be acceptable. Then, by some predetermined game plan, one of the Twins swiftly and gracefully moved on top of her while the other, with no apparent effort, managed to move his body out of the way while still kissing and caressing those portions of her body that were available to him.
“Harry,” announced Rasputin, an amused grin on his face, “I think you're undergoing just a touch of culture shock.”
Startled, Redwine stepped back from the screen and wondered just how long he had been staring in rapt fascination. “You people are expected to watch this objectively ?” he said at last.
“After a day or two, so could you.”
“I've seen my share of pornography, and most of it is pretty grubby and sweaty. But those two guys—they make sex look like a ballet.”
“That's why they're so popular,” replied Rasputin. “Though all of our people are pretty skilled. You're welcome to check some of the other screens, if you like.”
Redwine shook his head. “I'm feeling quite inadequate enough, thank you,” he said with a wry smile.
Rasputin nodded knowingly. “Getting used to that aspect of it occasionally takes a little more than a day or two. Shall we go back to my office?”
“I think I'm about ready for that drink,” agreed Redwine devoutly.
A moment later they were sitting down on opposite sides of Rasputin's desk, each with a glass of whiskey in his hand.
“Are you properly impressed with our security system?” asked Rasputin, after taking a small swallow of his drink.
“It looks absolutely foolproof to me,” said Redwine.
“Wonderful!” laughed Rasputin. “You're a very amusing guy, Harry. I hope to hell whatever I discover isn't too damning.” He paused. “That's one of my bad habits: I tend to like my enemies much better than my friends, and then I feel like shit when I have to bring them down. Ever hear of anything that stupid?”
“Every now and then,” said Redwine, trying not to think of the Leather Madonna.
“So,” continued Rasputin, downing his drink, “we might as well be friends while we can.”
“Suits me.”
A light suddenly flashed on Rasputin's desk.
“I'm afraid I have to get back to work, Harry. Do you want me to have someone take you to your new office, or would you rather wait for the Madonna?”
“She's probably still busy. I think maybe I'd better just set up shop and go to work.”
“Whatever you say,” replied Rasputin, rising and escorting him to the door. “We've already got your retinagram on file. We'll program it into the Home and tram computers so you can get in and out of here without an escort.” He turned to Redwine as the door slid open. “Are you really going to make me do all that work finding out what you did to the computer, Harry?”
“I'm afraid so.”
“Well,” said Rasputin with a shrug, “if that's the way it's got to be.” He extended his hand. “I'm sure I'll be seeing a lot more of you around the Comet .”
“I never doubted it.”
“If anyone else tries to hassle you, Harry, you let me know,” added Rasputin. “You're my project from now on.”
“I suppose I should thank you,” remarked Redwine dryly, as Rasputin summoned a green-clad woman to take him to his new office.
“We'll just have to wait and see, won't we?” said Rasputin.
Chapter 4
Redwine sat in the Leather Madonna's auxiliary office, surrounded by
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