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The Auditors (standard:science fiction, 2586 words) | |||
Author: Andrew R | Added: Jun 12 2002 | Views/Reads: 3648/2389 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
Sexual Obsession. Kirsch can't get enough of Sally, but he has to be objective, he has a job to do. What he keeps wondering though is why can't he get the tele viewer to tune to anything other than sex channel 603. | |||
The Auditors By Andrew Rough "Well, here it is." Kirsch looked up from the sofa bed, impassively. Sally was standing, looking at him expectantly; she was wearing tight hot pants and a sparkly bra-top. Sally was 30, desperately trying to look 20, one minute she was vampish the next minute coy baby doll. Kirsch stared at her, enjoying her curves, he grinned wolfishly, "Here 'what' is Sally?' Sally stamped her foot, frustrated at his teasing, "it, Kirsch, it!" Kirsch laughed happily, "You look great baby, I love your new outfit." Sally moved towards Kirsch, he pulled her on top of him and they embraced, he rolled her over so that he was pinning her down on the bed and kissed her passionately. They continued, their movement automatic and practised; an intimate familiarity meant Kirsch new exactly where to touch Sally. ********************************************************************** Six months earlier. Kirsch was planet side and running. They had 'Xena's,' an illegal flesh bar. He was just about to go into a booth with a rather busty blond type when the front door had smashed in announcing the presence of a group of rather serious looking men in suits, accompanied by some other rather serious, and significantly more muscle bound men, sporting guns. Kirsch was running for his life, if he was caught that was it. He already had two minor sex infringements on his record, one more and it was statutory execution. It's not that the government disliked sex, in fact the biggest selling T.V. network was sex channel 603, it's just they liked everything regulated and controlled, or to put it another way, heavily taxed. Kirsch couldn't stand the government sanctioned flesh bars; in the illegal bars the girls were just that little bit more desperate, and Kirsch liked desperate, desperate was willing to do depraved. *********************************************************************** Kirsch looked at the clock, 16:43. Sally was lying beside him peacefully. She still had a rosy flush on her cheeks and breasts; she always got that when she had an orgasm. He smiled down at her and held her with an intense stare. He was trying his smouldering look that was so successful in seductions. He gently cupped one of Sally's breasts and leaned in to kiss her. A look of pleasure came over Sally's face, she returned his embrace then stopped him suddenly, "The auditors, it's our review today." Kirsch rolled off Sally and sat up staring at her coldly. "Why do you always do that Sally, you have to spoil things don't you." She sighed and turned away from him, staring blankly at the magenta walls stained by grease and the grime of years of neglect. She hated their bed-sit prison, no window, bare walls, a grimy table for a kitchen, door permanently locked. "You know we can't Kirsch, what would they think." Kirsch got up and went over to the televiewer, the only other piece of furniture in the room. He flicked the on button; the picture slowly came into view through the static interrupting the low thrum of machinery, the hypnotic sound that dominated their apartment block. He tried changing the channels, no luck, permanently fused on sex channel 603. The auditors had promised to get that fixed since the last review three months before, but nothing ever got done here. Kirsch had seen this film before, or at least something very similar, mind you, they all started to look the same after a while, only a certain amount of orifices and a certain amount of things to insert. The faces changed, the action didn't. Kirsch looked down at Sally again, she was staring at the wall still, he wanted her so much, but that was the problem. *********************************************************************** Kirsch could feel his heart pounding in his ears, it felt so loud he was convinced the man with the granite face would hear it and catch him. Kirsch was crouching behind a large portabin at the back of a street of shops. Granite face stood just a few yards away facing the road and looking from side to side. He could tell exactly what role granite face was employed to do, those rippling muscles that made his suit, however well tailored, look so bad fitting, and that barely concealed Click here to read the rest of this story (193 more lines)
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