Meeting the Mysterious Man

At five minutes to midnight, we were all waiting at the meeting spot, which was a dark alley across the street from the museum. Laura needed constant supervision, Tonya was so pregnant that we couldn't be sure she wasn't going to give birth tonight, and Chrissie and I didn't trust each other to handle the job alone, so all of us ended up present. It was just as well, actually. If the mysterious stranger really did have a fix, we'd all want to use it as soon as possible. Also, there was the safety in numbers aspect to consider.

Our frayed nerves were obvious. Laura was restless because she was bored, and she was starting to gurgle and paw at Tonya's swelled breasts. Tonya was agitated and trying find a comfortable standing position. We had already decided that as soon as we made the exchange, Tonya was going to the emergency room. Chrissie was agitated as well, but for a different reason. After leaving it stuck inside my pussy earlier this evening, I had passed it back to her shortly before we left. She presently had the glass dildo firmly encased in her pussy, and the only way she could go out in public right now was in a wide, very loose skirt. It still looked like she was carrying an impressive erection, however. Her face was pure thunderclouds. Sweet.

My watch soon said midnight, and there was still no sign of our mysterious stranger. Chrissie scowled at me.

"If your stupid fucking game scared him off, you are so dead," she said.

"Kiss my ass," I said, but in a very sweet way.

Chrissie rolled her eyes. "No, thank you. I don't want fleas."

"Pffffft. You mean fleas don't want you," I said.

"Oh, wow, that was good, Erica. Maybe one day you can give big girl insults."

"I don't waste my big girl insults on you," I said. "Mocking you is fun, but there's no challenge."

"Oh, screw you, bitch," she said.

"Bite me, wench," I said.

"Slut!"

"Whore!"

A deep baritone suddenly interrupted our witty repertoire. "Do you ladies understand the meaning of a *secret* meeting? It involves not announcing your location with trivial bickering."

We turned at the words. I recognized the voice as belonging to the mysterious caller.

A tall, muscular black man with a shaved head stood before us. His skin was very dark and he wore black clothing as well, so when he stood in the shadows, he was nearly invisible. He glanced at each of us in turn, then shook his head.

"So this is the crack team that managed to steal the crystal," he said finally.

"Hey, we're the best," I said. Behind me, I could hear Tonya trying to explain to Laura that this wasn't a good time for her to suck her boobs. Chrissie was standing behind me, trying to hide her glass erection.

The man raised his eyebrows. Finally, he said, "Whatever you say, girl. You have the crystal?"

I nodded. "Yes, we do. What do we do to fix our problems with the glass pieces?"

The man appeared unfazed. "The crystal first, girl. Then you'll get your answers."