Free Luck and Death at the Edge of the World, the Official Pirate Edition by Nas Hedron

good boy.
    She pulls her top off over her head, exposing breasts that have been designed by a team of psychologists and surgeons to elicit the maximum possible arousal in a man. They are large, but not artificial looking, and as she shifts slightly they sway in a deliciously pliable way. Then she surprises me by lowering herself slowly to her knees.
    “Come here. Please.”
    She smiles a smile at me that is so full of lust and delight that it drags all my teenage fantasies out of memory and loads them into my brain like a program. I move toward her.
    She catches my pants by the belt loops and pulls my pelvis against her face, rubbing herself against it like a cat. I feel myself get hard under the pressure and she makes small, muffled sounds into my pants when she feels it too. Her fingers find my zipper and open it, then unbutton the waist. She runs her mouth up and down my cock, still sheathed in underwear, which is somehow almost sexier than if it was bare, then takes the underwear carefully between her teeth and pulls downward until they drop over my hips, taking my pants with them. With calculated slowness she takes my cock in her mouth and begins to move her head back and forth while her tongue circles me, creating suction, then releasing it again. She withdraws it and begins rubbing her face against me again, this time with nothing between us.
    “I have a girlfriend you know,” she says.
    “Is she going to be jealous?”
    She laughs, but continues her frottage, now and then twining her tongue around my cock.
    “No soldier boy, she won’t be mad, not if I call her and tell her to come and join us.”
    I brace myself against the wall behind me so I can concentrate on the pleasure she’s giving me without having to worry about staying upright.
    “By the time she gets here it could be too late.”
    “Oh no,” she says innocently, “she’s waiting downstairs in my car. She can be here in 
seconds
.” She takes my cock in her mouth and I put my hands on the back of her head, pushing her against me, pushing myself into her.
    “So fucking call her,” I say, not completely lost in her but coming close to it.
    She withdraws again and pulls her kaikki from a pocket on the leg of her pants. She hits a button, connecting with someone while she keeps working my cock, now slippery with her saliva, with her hand.
    “Sherry, come on up. We’re just getting started.”
    Despite what I’m doing—or allowing her to do to me—some part of me above the waist retains its military training. Porsche is still a suspect, and it’s possible that ‘Sherry’ will turn out to be some goon, brought here to persuade me to take her off the list of suspects. 
Captain
 Burroughs is ready to push Porsche away in a second, 
forcefully
, and to defend himself, even if Gat Burroughs is a little preoccupied.
    She replaces her kaikki, takes mine from the sofa where I’d dropped it, holds it up so I can unlock the lobby door, then tosses it back onto the sofa and runs her tongue up and down my cock one more time.
    “You feel anything yet soldier boy?”
    “Are you kidding?”
    “Not 
that
, you goof,” she says, laughing. “There’s HardOn in my lipstick.”
    HardOn. Well fuck me. Her girlfriend could be halfway across L.A. and still get here in time for the action. It’s clear that my cock isn’t going to go down for hours.
    “You’re joking, right?”
    She pulls her face back to look up at me and her expression is pure greed.
    “Not a fucking chance.”
    Just then Sherry knocks at the door and Porsche rises to let her in. In a moment, all my defenses are down. Her name doesn’t suit her, but that’s because it’s fake. I recognize her instantly from the sims, from advertising campaigns for Shelte and other top-end designers, from celebrity gossip shows. The creamy, dusky skin and long dark hair, courtesy of her Arabic and Italian ancestry. She smiles suddenly, seeing recognition in my eyes. It’s a huge, bright,