Trouble On The Horizon

When the two Solar Guard Officers and one Civilian Contractor entered Admiral Thorndike's office, they all looked worried. Apprehensive. Captain Depardieu sat down in one of the chairs facing the Admiral's desk, Professor Sandstorm sat in the other, and Lieutenant Hammer stood behind them.

"I suppose you are all wondering why I summoned you here," Admiral Thorndike said.

The three looked nervously at each other and then Captain Depardieu, as the Senior man, answered for the group. "Yes, Sir, we are." Leaning slightly forward in his chair, he asked, "Are we in some sort of trouble, Admiral?"

"We all are," the Admiral answered. He picked up an 8 x 10 glossy photograph and passed it to Professor Sandstorm, asking, "Do you recognize that woman?"

The Professor studied it for a few seconds before looking up to shake her head. Hammer, having peered over her shoulder, also shook his head no. But when the Professor passed it to Captain Depardieu, he took one glance at it and said, "Yes, Sir. That is Councilwoman Sharon del Mar, head of the Council's Appropriations Committee."

"She will arrive here tomorrow," the Admiral announced. Then, seeing the confused faces, he explained, "Seems that she found out about our robot and claims that he was not authorized."

"But . . . But that should be the concern of the Council's Armed Services Committee," Captain Depardieu pointed out. "Not appropriations. Councilwoman Albright is Chair of that."

"Well, Councilwoman del Mar is charging that there was money appropriated for the conversion program, including the installation of the duotronic computer system," the Admiral replied. "But the robot is an unauthorized expense."

"How did she find out about him, er, it?" Lieutenant Hammer asked. Professor Sandstorm had to suppress a smile at Hammer's use of the word 'him'. Even the Admiral had referred to the robot as a 'he'.

"How do Council Members find out about anything?" the Admiral responded. Leaning forward on his forearms, he told the trio. "She doesn't give a rat's ass about the robot. But she and Councilwoman Albright have been bitter enemies since Albright was Chairperson of the Appropriations Committee and del Mar was a junior member. She's going to use the robot as a weapon against Albright and I do not like to see anything - and I mean anything - politicized in the EX program."

Leaning back in his chair, he looked each person in the eye. "So when she questions you, be careful how you answer." Quickly he added, "I'm not saying to lie. The exact opposite. You always have to be truthful with Council Members. But just be . . . careful. Alright," he waved in the air, "That's it."

As they all headed for the door, the Admiral called out, "And don't try to be . . . clever . . . with her. That woman is a shark!"

Hammer headed back to the shop containing the robot, leaving Denise and Depardieu alone together in the hallway.

"When are you coming by again, Pascal?" she asked, trying to sound casual. But then she lowered her eyes and said in a hesitant voice, "I'd . . . I'd kinda like a repeat of the other week with you and Jack."

Captain Depardieu took a deep breath, standing up straighter and running his hand through the hair on the back of his head. "I . . . I can't see you anymore, Denise," he told her, sounding genuinely sad. "I didn't know about it, but my wife hired a private detective to follow me. She has proof and is threatening me with divorce."

Denise's wide blue eyes darted rapidly back and forth across Captain Depardieu's face, trying to process what he was saying. Finally she snarled, "And you just love her so much, that you can't give her up?"

"Nooo," Captain Depardieu answered. "But I hope to make Admiral one day. Flag Rank is the most exclusive club in the world. The other wives would never let their husbands approve a divorced man."

"Approve?" Denise stared up at him in confusion. "But I thought the Council appointed people to those positions."

"They follow the recommendation of the Chief of Stellar Operations," Captain Depardieu replied. "And he listens to his brother Admirals."

"But . . . but Admiral Thorndike is not married," Denise countered.

"He was when he was appointed Admiral," Captain Depardieu explained. "His wife is dead."

"I . . . I never knew that," Denise responded.

"Oh, yes," Captain Depardieu answered, "Those two were devoted to each other. That's probably why he drives himself so hard on the EX program. To fill the black hole in his life." The Captain paused for a moment. "He is a complex man."

"Well, maybe someday you'll be a complex man," Denise said, her anger returning. "Good luck being a big shot, rocket jockey." And she stormed down the hallway, her high heels echoing loudly as she stomped off.

Later on, when she had a chance to speak with Hammer alone, she asked him if he wanted to come by after work and fuck her in the ass. That was exactly how she phrased it.

"Well, sure," Hammer answered. "But . . . what's going on?"

She told him about her encounter with Captain Depardieu, concluding with, "He just fucked me up the ass so I figured you deserve a turn."

"Denise. Denise, listen," Hammer replied, gripping her upper arms. "I know you are angry. And you have every right to be. But tomorrow . . . tomorrow, you have to stay focussed. You've spent a huge hunk of your life developing that robot. You can plot your **** on Depardieu later, but for now you have to shove those thoughts down in your mind. Suppress them."

She stared up at him, her eyes teary in gratitude. "You're a good guy, Jack. You know that?"

How could he respond to that? So he just shrugged. Then she glanced around to make sure they were still alone. Lowering her voice, she said, "I didn't really want to . . . take it back there . . . tonight. Once in a day is enough. But if you do come by . . . I'll blow you."

Already he could feel himself getting hard just from her words. "It's a date. I'll bring the wine."

At precisely 1830 Hours, Hammer was standing on Denise's stoop, knocking on the door. He could hear her calling out "I'm coming" followed by the sounds of her footsteps on the inside stairs. When she opened the door, she was still wearing what she had on at work.

"I didn't bother to change," she told him as she accepted the bottle of wine he offered. "I've been in the kitchen grilling steaks."

They went upstairs to dine, although she did not serve the wine he had brought. She was a good cook, or at least Hammer thought so. She believed that meat should be cooked, not warmed. None of that rare or medium rare for her. Like Hammer, she wanted her food done.

After he had helped her load the dishwasher, they adjourned to the living room. She was carrying his bottle of wine and two glasses. Studying the label, she laughed, exclaiming, "You actually brought a bottle of pinot noir!"

Seeing his confused expression, she uncorked the bottle and half-filled the glasses. "Pinot noir goes well with sausage." She sat down on the edge of the couch and made a 'come hither' wave towards him. "Let me get a look at your sausage."

He stepped up to her and she reached out to unbuckle his belt. As she was opening his pants, she told him to unbutton his shirt. She wanted to see some skin. By the time she had his pants down around his ankles, he was already half-hard. Curling her skillful fingers around his girth, she gently tugged on his organ, coaxing it into a full erection.

Although tomorrow and the Councilwoman was foremost in her mind, Denise did not mention it. Right now it was all about sucking off her good friend. As she closed her lips around the thick shaft, it occurred to her that she did not have many friends. She wondered if it was a bit strange that a black man ten years younger than herself was the person she classified as not just a good friend, but probably her best.

Hammer stood there staring down at the top of Denise's head as it moved back and forth, her lips sliding along the length of his cock. Her blonde hair was cut short in a pixie fashion and it suited her perfectly. As she sucked on his cock, her cheeks caving in, she also cupped his balls. Playing with those orbs, loaded with sperm, she knew that soon he would be emptying them into her mouth.

Pausing at one point, she removed her sucking mouth from his cock and took a sip of the wine, swishing it around in her mouth. "Mmm, yes. Pinot noir is definitely a blowjob wine."

Sitting her glass back down on the coffee table, she resumed making love to Hammer's cock. Stroking it and swirling her tongue around the wide head. Occasionally she would look up at his face. At the way he had his head tilted back, his eyes closed, sporting a wide smile. His moans and sighs became louder. Occurred more frequently. When she felt his hands cradling her ever-moving head, she knew that he was getting closer.

Shifting around a little on the couch, she changed her posture slightly. Leaning further forward and pointing his dick in a more upright position, she sucked harder while tightening the grip of her pumping fist.

"Oh, Denise . . . I am going to . . . I am going to . . .," he clasped her head and thrust his hips forward, "CUM!"

She was ready for him. Swallowing rapidly as his exploding cock spewed out thick wads of warm, gooey, slimy sperm. He was groaning deeply and uttering incoherent words, finding sweet, blessed relief inside Denise's warm, wet mouth.

When his orgasm subsided, Denise slowed her movements, finally sitting back slightly, the softening cock slipping from her cum-stained lips.

Heaving a deep sigh, Hammer plopped down on the couch next to Denise and stared at her. "You are . . . oh . . . you are." He leaned towards her, gripping the back of her head and kissing her deeply. Her body went limp as she melted under the kiss. When he broke the kiss, he said, "Alright. Now it's my turn."

But when he attempted to slip down to his knees on the floor, she stopped him. "Not tonight. I wanted tonight to be all about you. You have just been so . . . I don't know . . . important to me during the past several days." She ran her fingertips over his forehead and along his jawline. Listening to her own words, she realized that things might be getting a little too maudlin, she tried to lighten the mood. "Tomorrow you can bring over a bottle of cunnilingus wine."

"O.K.," he agreed, reaching for his own glass of pinot noir. "What wine goes with fish?"

"Oh, you!" she slapped his shoulder playfully.