Landing in Phoenix

Emura was really making it hard for him to turn down the upcoming job offer. She was rich, powerful, sexy, and was apparently willing to share all three of those things with him. Case in point, he was sitting in a private jet checking his phone, and taking her entirely for granted as she gulped down his cock in her office. The surreal part was she still holding a serious conversation during all this.

"During the mission you'll be in the helicopter with Kristen," she said, "When things go south I don't want you in the middle of it all."

"How do you know-" he started to ask her when she took him in her mouth again making him clench his glutes as she pumped pure pleasure into his cock.

"How do you know things will go wrong?" he asked. She let go of his cock head with a lick.

"I always expect things to go wrong," she said, "But I didn't know about the visions Clancy has had until today. I trust his gift."

"If you allow me to accept the job right now I could be on the ground with you," he said as she licked his balls with her definitely forked tongue.

"The FBI is already investing my company as a possible criminal organization," she said, "They're just waiting for something like a civilian to die under my watch."

"I think you just don't want to **** me into doing something illegal until I know what I'm getting myself into and then tell someone about it," he said. Somehow her glare was intimidating even when her mouth was full of his cock, and she accentuated it by raking her teeth ever so gently down his shaft.

"Sensitive topic?" he asked.

"Not as sensitive as this," she said.

"Is that a threat?" he asked.

"Drop it, John," she warned him.

"Answer me this," he said, "Hypothetically speaking, if I do witness something illegal and I decide not to accept your job offer, then what will happen next?"

"Your memory of the last 72 hours will be erased," she said.

"That's all?" he asked.

"You needn't worry about your safety if that's what you mean?" she had stopped blowing him at this point for obvious reasons, "I don't need to kill people to keep them quiet, nor do I want the heat that comes with it. And you're very rude to insult a lady like that when she's giving you a blowjob."

"Fair enough," he said and leaned back. He didn't expect her to keep fellating him after that, but she surprised him by sucking on his cock head like she wanted to turn him inside out.

"So- hnnnng- so I'll have the birds-eye-view with Kristen," he said, "Shall I just silently observe, or can I call out points of interest?"

"My people don't need information from too many different sources," she said, "I'd rather you didn't, but if you notice anything obviously dangerous, don't keep it to yourself."

"That makes sense," he said, "And what if the helicopter finds itself in danger?"

"Kristen's a damn good pilot, but she's never flown in combat," Emura explained, "If you two are in danger, she is to high tail it out of there. In the event of the worst case scenario, you'll both be given personal defensive weapons."

Finally John was about to cum, so he grabbed the back of Emura's head and held her there as he pumped load after load down her throat. She greedily gulped it all down, and when he was finished, she pulled back and showed him her mouth full of his semen. She swallowed most of it with an enticing smile, but a little drop of it leaked out onto her lower lip.

"Do you have any other questions before we land?" she asked. He opened his mouth to ask a very personal one, but thought better of it.

"Yes, John?"

He gulped down his embarrassment and asked, "Do you do this for all of your knights?"

"Yes," she said, "I can see your disappointed. You thought this was an exclusive experience."

"I guess I am a little bit," he said, "Honestly I consider myself lucky to fuck you at all."

"I'll have sex with whoever I please," she said, "That includes you, but not only you. I've had a lot of fun with you, but as a rule I don't get seriously romantic with mortals." She stood up then and walked over to screen on the wall with a camera to fix her makeup. It occurred to him then that he hadn't seen any mirrors around her. Maybe she's a vampire, he wondered.

"What about your own kind then?" he asked, "Whatever you are, are there more of you?"

"My own kind?" she asked, "If you mean other immortals then absolutely, but we all hate each other. I have no interest in sex with any of them. As for my own species, no, there aren't many of us left." She suddenly became very sullen, and meekly folded her hands in front of her.

"I haven't seen my, um, significant other for centuries," she said. He was shocked to see the woman who had exuded so much confidence now seemed so ****. He supposed she could be trying to manipulate him with a sad story, but as far as he knew, she seemed genuine. He gave her the benefit of the doubt and looked away to give her some privacy. After he'd seen her completely naked, somehow this felt too voyeuristic.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pried," he said.

"Don't worry about it," she said as her smug confidence returned, "but since you've been given a window into my more personal secrets, what about you? Is there a lucky girl who's caught your eye?"

"Other than you?" he smirked.

"I'm serious," she said returning to the couch.

"There's a woman named Lana," he said, "We date on and off again, and currently we're 'off.'"

"Why's that," Emura asked.

"Um... Canada happened," he said.

"Oh."

"She was ready to get engaged when I was suddenly and unexpectedly sent North," he said, "I told her it would just a few weeks, which was true, but I wasn't the same man when I returned. I was a nervous wreck after that, with night terrors and some violent mood swings, and she didn't like it. When I did propose, she said I scared her now. I didn't exactly do anything to change her mind immediately after that."

"Well that's not fair," Emura said, "If she was ready to commit then she should have realized that includes the worst of times."

"I dunno," he said, "I see her point. She told me recently that she's interested in trying again if I can find stability."

"Sounds like you need this job," Emura said.

John glared at her and said, "If I take the job it'll probably be Canada all over again, if I survive. I told you, I'm only here because I feel like I have a moral obligation to rid the world of these monsters. She wants to me to become mentally and emotional stable, not just financially. I'm afraid I'll be throwing away any chance I had of getting back with her."

Emura tapped her chin and said, "You know, I can be very... persuasive."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I'm asking," she said, "What if she changed her mind and accepted you as you are?"

"That would be a dream come true, but she would never do that," he said.

"Don't be so sure," she said. With a little flourish of her fingers there was a tiny colorful starburst of magical light.

"You don't mean,-" he asked, "Magic? What like, mind control?"

"You've been wondering what's up with my eyes," she said and then for the first time since they met, they made full eye contact. John felt his will power slip away and he pictured Lana's face. Emura's voice was also loud and clear in his mind.

She is a pretty little thing. If I were you, I wouldn't let her slip away.

"Slip away..." he moaned.

She could be yours if you take the job.

"Mine...?" the little bit of willpower he had left thought there was something not quite right with that idea.

Show her you've become a successful career man, making more money than she can even dream of. Oh but it was never about the money, she might say. That's when you'd introduce her to your new boss, the sexy minx who you get to see and fuck everyday, and the jealousy she feels is almost tangible.

"Jealousy..."

Yes exactly. She starts to realize she missed out, but then the reservations she has about your mental health return. We all have a nice brunch, and she asks some questions about your job. You can't give her any specifics, of course, but she's utterly fascinated by what you do tell her. Finally, you find an excuse to leave the room, and now the spider is alone with the fly. As soon as she makes eye contact...

"It's only a suggestion," she said aloud and released his mind. John blinked back to full consciousness and looked out the window.

"Have we landed already?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, "You took a little nap. I made sure you were buckled in."

"Oh," he said and removed the seatbelt, "What were you saying just now?"

"I was just on the phone with an associate," she said. Her phone was nowhere to be seen though.

"You think a job like this will be enough to impress Lana?" he asked with a stretch. He was a little dizzy when he stood up but it passed in a moment.

"Seven. Figure. Salary." Emura said.

"Yeah that's a good point," he said.

"Boss?" Kristen called over the intercom, "Boss!" Emura grabbed a headset from her desk.

"What is it, Kristen?" she asked, "Shit!"

It started low, but John thought he heard sirens outside the plane. He peeked out the window and sure enough, several police cars and a big black sedan were speeding towards them on the tarmac. By the time John and Emura reached the cockpit they had encircled the plane.

"Get us out of here, Kristen!" she shouted.

"Are you crazy?" Kristen asked.

"Do as I say!" Emura ordered.

"Ma'am if I may?" Aaron said, "You might be able to outlive any prison sentence, but the rest of us are mortal."

"Please, there's no prison in the mortal realm that can hold me," she said.

"Well the same can't be said for the rest of us," he said, "Resisting arrest will put us in some very hot water, and we still have the mission to get to. Please, just play along and don't kill anyone."

"Emura Maidenfire!" a woman called out through a megaphone, "This is the FBI! Step out of the plane!"

"Please, boss!" Kristen pleaded.

"Call Morgan," said to Aaron then exited the plane.

"Everyone exit the plane with your hands on your heads!" the woman on the megaphone said. John gulped down his fear and cooperated, following Clancy down the boarding ramp.

"Is that everyone, Emura?" the agent asked.

"You better have a warrant this time, Marquez," Emura said.

"Hey who are you calling?" one of the police officers asked Aaron.

"Drop the phone!"

"I have the right to an attorney!" Emura said, "That's who he's calling, my attorney. You better hurry up though, Aaron." He finished soon and hung up, gently placing the phone on the ground.

"Give her an hour," he whispered.

"I have to play this game for an hour?" Emura asked.

"Here's your warrant," said the attractive FBI agent and nearly shoved it in Emura's face. An officer approached with his pistol lowered but at the ready.

"Search it," Marquez ordered. The officer nodded and motioned for the others to move in.

"On your knees, and no sudden movements," the officer said the four humans complied but Emura stayed standing.

"On your knees!" he said again but she crossed her arms over her ample chest and looked down at them from over her nose. Agent Marquez tried to push her down but Emura grabbed her with lightning speed, wrenched her arm behind her back, and planted her elbow between her shoulder blades. The remaining officers outside all pointed their weapons at her.

"LET HER GO NOW! RIGHT NOW!"

"No! Don't shoot!" Marquez held up her hand and motioned for them to lower their weapons and said, "Let. Go." Emura unhanded her and placed her hands on her head.

"You can stand, but you just assaulted a federal agent," Marquez hissed.

"You weren't harmed," Emura glared at her as she made her way down the line ending at John.

"You're new," she said.

"Yes, and?" John asked.

"How long have you worked for Dragonguard?" the agent asked.

"I don't," he said, "And if I did, what does it matter?"

"Then what are you doing here?" she continued.

"Call it a job shadow," he said.

"You know this is a borderline terrorist organization, right?" she asked then spoke into her earpiece.

"What is it? Okay I'm coming up." She entered the cargo bay then returned a minute later with a triumphant, arrogant smirk.

"Cuff'em!"

"Wait!" Clancy shouted as he was pulled to his feet and pushed toward a waiting police car.

"Take it easy!" Kristen said as the same was done to her.

Agent Marquez walked up to Emura and showed her the device in her hand: a Geiger counter.

"Emura Maidenfire, you are under arrest for transporting hazardous materials without a permit. You have the right to remain silent-"

Another officer grabbed John by the shoulders, yanked him to his feet, and marched him to his own police car. When the door closed he spat out a curse and tossed his head back. This was more or less exactly what he was afraid of.