Free Infernal Angel by Edward Lee Page B

and no forests, just open, rolling hills. Penelope could scarcely believe they needed security at all in such a place—who would want to steal maps?—but she needed the job.
    At last, she was able to sit up on the desk, still blissfully exhausted. “What’s weird?” she asked, eyeing his butt in the tight jeans. However, it wasn’t necessarily his butt she was most interested in. It was the bumpy orange vibrator sticking out of the back pocket. “It’s just a job, just some place the state needs security.”
    “A friggin’ map library?” he questioned. “What kind’a shit is that? I never heard of a map library.”
    “They store maps here,” she said. “For the state government. Land grids, maps of sewer lines and gas lines, stuff like that.”
    Gary was still perturbed. “Sounds like bullshit to me. That kind’a thing is all computerized these days. And who’s gonna try to steal a bunch of maps anyway? And even if someone did, what are you gonna do? You don’t even have a gun.”
    This was true. The company for which she worked was not licensed to arm their guards. She’d never felt threatened here, though. Nothing ever happened, but she saw his point. What if something did? Then she answered, “The other guards have guns.”
    “What other guards?”
    “The one’s who work downstairs, in the basement.”
    “But I thought your security company didn’t issue gun permits.”
    “The guards downstairs work for a different company,” Penelope explained.
    “A different company? You mean a different security company?” More puzzlement tinted Gary’s already skeptical face. He had a mustache and short, spiky black hair, pocks on his face from acne wars as a teenager. “This is a state building, right?”
    Penelope nodded, still just sitting there openly naked. She didn’t really want to talk about her job right now, or maps. She wanted to talk about ... maybe a little more action with Mr. Bumpy.
    “Why don’t they have state guards?”
    She simply couldn’t figure his inquisitiveness. “Gary, I don’t know ...”
    “And, Christ, if those guys come up here and see me, you’ll get fired.”
    “They lock themselves downstairs for their whole shift. There’s four of them, and they never come up here except for shift-change. That’s not till eight a.m. I’m pretty sure all they really do down there is sleep.”
    Gary noticed the lockers on the side wall, and he immediately opened one.
    “Gary! Stay out of there!”
    “I’m just takin’ a look.” Shirts, a gym bag, some books. The shirts had sleeve patches that read AHRENS SECURITY. He frowned hard at some of the books: Inside the Vatican, and Revealing Opus Dei and Other Roman Catholic Secret Societies. “The fuck is this?” he immediately objected. “Church books? Security guards don’t read church books, they read Hustler and Penthouse Forum ! ”
    Penelope didn’t know what he was talking about. Was there anything she could do to get his mind off the other guards in the building?
    “Honey?” she called. When he turned to face her, she raised her foot, sliding it up the inside of his thigh. Slowly. “I don’t know what you’re all uptight about.” Now her foot was openly rubbing his crotch. “Let’s have some more fun.”
    The distraction was sufficient; he didn’t bother looking at the book on the bottom of the pile: Catholic Thesis on Exorcism and Demonology. Instead, he grinned down at her, eyes roving her bare breasts. “Want some more whoopie, huh?”
    “Yeah.”
    He held up the vibrator. “Want some more Mr. Bumpy, huh?”
    “Yeah...”
    He leaned over and kissed her, a big, wanton, sloppy kiss, all the while his hand straying over her breasts. The sensation left a tingly after-trail across her skin which immediately hardened her nipples. In another moment, there was a soft humming sound: the vibrator was on, and then he brought it gently up the cleft of her sex. Penelope moaned. Jesus, they ought to give the Nobel