The others

“Pardon. The others, please,” you answer.

She nods. “Anyway, it did not work well. We were discovered by the owner of the Journal, Eve. She is--perhaps was--a shy, poor graduate. A grievous mistake had been made with the Journal and Eve was weary of it. I… convinced Tristan to take from her and give it to me. It was shortly after that Dalia found us. She owns a book, the Dairy, that allows her to change herself and change her location. She demanded the books and we refused. It escalated quickly from there.”

Her soles are pumping down your member at an even pace. You try to focus on her words instead of the growing pleasure from her dexterity, though it is a battle you can’t to win.

“Both Dalia and us tried to employ allies and proxies, though Tristan did not want to endanger others, so most of the help we received was in equipment or information. Dalia seems to have found--or perhaps even defeated--another book owner, because from that time onward entries from Tristan and I could be erased. While I was away gathering information she attacked Tristan. I could not get to him before… until he was gone.”

The feel was different from the handful of handjobs you had received in your life. It seemed more erratic, more foreign. Maybe because I don’t give jackoff with my feet, you think.

“We had learned from Eve that if the Journal owner dies, it appears where the owner first found it. I thought it would be true for the Rulebook too, so I came here, where Tristan said he discovered it.”

You recognize your on the verge of climax. “Kelpie, I…” you start, but she nods in a matter-of-fact manner. She switches to using her toes with one foot so she can lean over. Her breasts jiggle deliciously; you wonder at yourself that you had been focused on account and not her tits.

She hands you a cup and then gets back in position with her toes wrapping around cock and moving up-and-down with rapidity. You aim the cup in front of your mushroom head in an awkward manner and release a couple of heartbeats later.

Kelpie moves her feet away as you ejaculate and puts her top back on. You feel light-headed in your second orgasm in a short time, set the cup down, and lean back in your seat sated.

Kelpie looks satisfied with her footwork. She picks up the cup coffee and glides to the counter.

“I’m thirsty after all that talking and when in Rome..” she says over her shoulder as she adds some decaf coffee to your semen. She takes some drinks and even makes an “Ahh” sound as you watch her transfixed.

“Now, if you--” Kelpie was cutoff with the chatter of the cafe. Her sky blue eyes become saucers as she sees some of the patrons moving around.

“Michael, did you--!” she shouts and looks to the Journal and then the Rulebook. They remain on the table untouched. You are dumbfounded and the customers are now looking at Kelpie. She turns to lookout the frosted-glass windows of the cafe as the silhouette of a truck pulls up with someone kneeling in the cargo bed.

“Everyone get down!” Kelpie screams and dives. You cock your head, which may save your life as a hail of bullets burst through the storeglass. One passes a centimeter from your right ear and a ricochet grazing your left forearm. You join the hellacious chorus of screaming and embrace the ground.

Your ears ring from the continually blasts of the semi-automatic rifle. You keep back the bile your throat and look around.

Kelpie is crawling in your direction, her face a mixture of terror and fury. Ruth is lying face down on the ground with her hands over her neck and some blood on her shirt. It may not be her blood, since a middle-aged Asian man between her at the window seems to have taken the shot in his armpit.

To your surprise, two customers are firing back. A couple of gun enthusiasts had produced pistols and were firing at the shooter through the partly broken glass. The young black man was firing on occasion from the cover of turned over table; his girlfriend, a busty brunette who was topless after presumably giving milk to her fellow customers, had already burned through a clip in standing position and was reloading. She was standing sideways to the storefront, though she was bleeding from her right calf.

The minute-long seconds of the gunfight finally pass and the truck screeches away, one of the couple’s bullets having pierced the its rear passenger tire.

The silhouette of the shooter looks uninjured. Sadly, the black man has taken a bullet in his left forearm and is leaning over his lover’s screaming body. She is now bleeding from her right thigh and lower right rib.

Kelpie stands and offers you a trembling hand. “Her! She is gonna suffer! She is gonna fuckin’ suffer ten times the pain she has just given!” she growls an intense but low-level voice as you are helped up. She snatches both books as you look at the destruction.

“Wait, we can use the books to..” you begin and make sure that several people look to be calling emergency services. Remarkably to you no one was dead, though the brunette shooter, an old businessman, and middle-aged latina situations could all become critical to your layman eye.

“To what?!” She opens the Journal and almost shoves it in your face. You see only the two entries about gravity and electromagnetism. “Anything we write can be erased. We can’t make these people into expert first aid providers or the local hospital world class medical center and know it won’t be removed. This has to be won! Are you going to stay here and play doctor or take the fight to them?”