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Authors: Mack Maloney
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"Occupational hazard," he told her.
Another very attractive woman, also topless, walked into the massive bedroom suite, carrying a tray of hot bread and coffee.
"You came in pretty late last night," the second woman told him. "Running with those bitches downtown again?"
Instantly the girl massaging his shoulder stopped. "Were you down in the cathouses again?" she asked him sternly.
Hunter pulled himself up, and fashioned a 86
backrest of a half dozen silk pillows. "C'mon now, ladies, be nice," he told them, smiling. "Why would I have to go to a cathouse, when I have you two lovely girls right here?"
"What a bullshit artist," the girl with the food said.
Their names were Kara (the massager) and Jackie (the cook). He had met them several weeks before at one of the Football City nightclubs where he had gone on a surveillance mission. They were out of Las Vegas, which was now practically abandoned, where they had been "working girls" before the Big War.
It was natural that they would wind up in Football City during its heyday.
Somehow they survived the war against the Family and the Circle Army occupation.
They had taken him in to their luxurious penthouse right on the edge of the downtown section, and into their bed, which they shared anyway. The reminded him of Uni and Aki, his two housemates back at his base in Oregon. Like those two girls, Kara and Jackie were smart, beautiful, warm, giving, into being erotic and, when the mood struck them, imaginatively bi-sexual.
They were also the highest-priced call girls in Football City.
"Big doings downtown last night," Kara said, returning to rubbing his shoulder. "The Executive Club was blown up. A lot of Circle big shots went up with it."
Hunter tried to look surprised, but could manage only a satisfied smile. It was apparent that Elvis and the others had gotten Phase Two off on a good start.
"My trick told me there were also some explosions down near the docks," Jackie said, pouring
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him a cup of coffee. "I suppose you know nothing about any of this?" she asked him.
Hunter shrugged. "What would I know?" he said. "I'm just an innocent bystander. Violence gives me a headache."
"Sure it does," Kara said with no small amount of disbelief. She knew he kept a stash of hand grenades, ammunition, an M-16 and some other crazy electronic contraption under their bed, as well as several boxes filled with different styles of clothing. One night he would go out looking like a vagrant, the next night, he'd be dressed to the nines. He had Circle Army uniforms, from colonels to privates, plus uniforms of some of the Circle allies. She and Jackie knew he was involved in something very mysterious and dangerous every night. But they were much too discreet to ask him exactly what it was.
Besides, they really didn't want to know . . .
He finished his breakfast and reached out for Jackie to join them on the bed.
She was tall. At 6-1, just an inch shorter than he was. She had blonde hair, cut in the shag style and long, inviting legs. Kara on the other hand was a brunette, somewhat petite, but with a nice figure.
They both cuddled up to his chest. "What should we do today?" Kara asked. "I don't have my first appointment until after sundown."
He kissed them both and drew them closer to him. Despite the presence of the two beauties, he still felt empty. Even melancholy.
Too many things are missing ... he thought.
"Don't worry," he said, knowing he had a few hours to try to raise his spirits. "We'll think of something . . ."
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CHAPTER 15
Viceroy Dick was fuming.
"What in hell happened down on those docks last night, Colonel?" he asked sternly.
They were in the Viceroy's working chamber. There were no teen age girls about; no massive quantity of cocaine. Viceroy Dick was dressed in his standard black Circle Army general's uniform and he looked all business.
Colonel Muss could only shrug at his question. "Someone blew up two piers and a small oil holding tank," he said.
"Occupational hazard," he told her.
Another very attractive woman, also topless, walked into the massive bedroom suite, carrying a tray of hot bread and coffee.
"You came in pretty late last night," the second woman told him. "Running with those bitches downtown again?"
Instantly the girl massaging his shoulder stopped. "Were you down in the cathouses again?" she asked him sternly.
Hunter pulled himself up, and fashioned a 86
backrest of a half dozen silk pillows. "C'mon now, ladies, be nice," he told them, smiling. "Why would I have to go to a cathouse, when I have you two lovely girls right here?"
"What a bullshit artist," the girl with the food said.
Their names were Kara (the massager) and Jackie (the cook). He had met them several weeks before at one of the Football City nightclubs where he had gone on a surveillance mission. They were out of Las Vegas, which was now practically abandoned, where they had been "working girls" before the Big War.
It was natural that they would wind up in Football City during its heyday.
Somehow they survived the war against the Family and the Circle Army occupation.
They had taken him in to their luxurious penthouse right on the edge of the downtown section, and into their bed, which they shared anyway. The reminded him of Uni and Aki, his two housemates back at his base in Oregon. Like those two girls, Kara and Jackie were smart, beautiful, warm, giving, into being erotic and, when the mood struck them, imaginatively bi-sexual.
They were also the highest-priced call girls in Football City.
"Big doings downtown last night," Kara said, returning to rubbing his shoulder. "The Executive Club was blown up. A lot of Circle big shots went up with it."
Hunter tried to look surprised, but could manage only a satisfied smile. It was apparent that Elvis and the others had gotten Phase Two off on a good start.
"My trick told me there were also some explosions down near the docks," Jackie said, pouring
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him a cup of coffee. "I suppose you know nothing about any of this?" she asked him.
Hunter shrugged. "What would I know?" he said. "I'm just an innocent bystander. Violence gives me a headache."
"Sure it does," Kara said with no small amount of disbelief. She knew he kept a stash of hand grenades, ammunition, an M-16 and some other crazy electronic contraption under their bed, as well as several boxes filled with different styles of clothing. One night he would go out looking like a vagrant, the next night, he'd be dressed to the nines. He had Circle Army uniforms, from colonels to privates, plus uniforms of some of the Circle allies. She and Jackie knew he was involved in something very mysterious and dangerous every night. But they were much too discreet to ask him exactly what it was.
Besides, they really didn't want to know . . .
He finished his breakfast and reached out for Jackie to join them on the bed.
She was tall. At 6-1, just an inch shorter than he was. She had blonde hair, cut in the shag style and long, inviting legs. Kara on the other hand was a brunette, somewhat petite, but with a nice figure.
They both cuddled up to his chest. "What should we do today?" Kara asked. "I don't have my first appointment until after sundown."
He kissed them both and drew them closer to him. Despite the presence of the two beauties, he still felt empty. Even melancholy.
Too many things are missing ... he thought.
"Don't worry," he said, knowing he had a few hours to try to raise his spirits. "We'll think of something . . ."
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CHAPTER 15
Viceroy Dick was fuming.
"What in hell happened down on those docks last night, Colonel?" he asked sternly.
They were in the Viceroy's working chamber. There were no teen age girls about; no massive quantity of cocaine. Viceroy Dick was dressed in his standard black Circle Army general's uniform and he looked all business.
Colonel Muss could only shrug at his question. "Someone blew up two piers and a small oil holding tank," he said.
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