Chapter #38The Captain's Choice by: imaj   “I’m not so sure about this,” says Ian as you drag him into the guest bedroom you were in earlier. Tina is thankfully absent. You shush him with a finger tip and push him back onto the bed. He topples over slowly, landing on the covers with a soft thud. “I mean do we need to go this far? Does it matter so long as Alysaa thinks we went this far.”
“It has to be genuine,” you insist, kneeling on top of the bed beside him. Ian slowly backs himself up the bed by leaning on his arms. You’re not sure if he’s trying to back out or accommodate you. “Alyssa will be able to tell, just by looking at you,” you say as you swing a leg over him and pin him in place. The lime green minidress you’re wearing rides up over your hips to reveal a lacy set of panties to Ian. You feel a pang of nausea as you feel his cock stir beneath you, but you cling more tightly to Kendra’s personality. You let is wash over and around you, and the nausea is replaced with a hunger.
“I’m not sure,” he repeats half-heartedly. He makes an attempt to get up, but you easily push him onto his back. With Kendra’s hands you start working loose the buttons of his shirt. It falls open, revealing a well sculpted torso. Your doubts are buried in another rush of lust from Kendra’s personality and you actually feel your panties get a little moist.
“Just pretend I’m her,” you say. “Imagine that she wants you.”
“I’ll try Kendra,” he says, sounding unsure.
“No,” you object, squeezing your thighs. Ian moans gently. “Remember. I’m Alyssa, and I’ve wanted you for so long but I’m too prissy and stuck up to admit it.” He barks a short laugh and you giggle. His trousers are tenting badly now and you instinctively rub against the bulge.
“Ok, ok, ‘Alyssa’ then,” he says more enthusiastically. His hands fumble at his trousers. You work your mouth against his as he clumsily tries to pull them and his boxers away. “I’ve waited for so long to do this,” he says as he unzips the back of your dress. You sit upright, still grinding against his now free member as you pull the dress free.
“We were fools to deny this,” you say archly as you unclasp the bra Patterson gave you this morning. Kendra’s breasts tumble free – they might not be as ample as Maddy’s but they are firm and pert. Ian grabs one and inexpertly massages it. “Take me now!”
Ian needs no further encouragement. He pushes his member past the panties and into Kendra’s – your – pussy. The waves of pleasure that arc their way up your spine splinter your last remnants of control. Kendra’s in charge now and your just along for the ride. And it’s just as well.
He starts pushing away at you with enthusiasm, leaving you to buck in time to his thrusts. Ian spends himself quickly and recklessly. Kendra’s disappointment lets you assert enough control again to do what it is you came for.
The nausea wells up in your stomach again. Ian’s softening cock is still inside you and… No, don’t think about it… You’d left your purse on the bed covers and it’s easy to reach inside and pull out the blank mask. Ian eyes are closed tight, he’s gasping for breath and its easy to place the mask on his face. He stiffens for one last moment then his entire body goes soft.
You pull yourself clear and shudder. Kendra might have enjoyed herself, but you’re feeling a little revolted. Still, there’s one last little part that needs played out here before your work is done. You lay down beside Ian and, summoning Kendra’s thoughts and feeling around you like a mask again to stem your disgust, lay your head on his shoulder.
*****
The mask is safely back in your purse when Ian starts to stir. You make a happy sounding moan and run a free hand up and down his chest. “That was amazing,” you lie. Even from Kendra’s perspective the experience was below average, but like Maddy, Ian might prove useful in the future so you stoke his ego.
“It was,” he says. The words have the tone of a question. He leans on his arms so he’s almost half sitting up. “I mean of course it was.”
“You were fantastic,” you lie again, giving him a cuddle. “Alyssa doesn’t know what she’s missing out on.”
“But she’ll notice now, right,” he asks hopefully.
You lean your chin on his chest and look up at his face, eyes wide. “Maybe. It might take a little while for her to notice.” He looks crestfallen. “We’ll just have to keep trying. She’ll realise her mistake sooner or later.” Or Ian will forget about Alyssa entirely. The memories bound in the mask you are wearing tell you that once Kendra gets her claws into someone like this, she rarely lets go willingly
“Then I guess what we have to keep doing,” says Ian. He struggles to conceal a smirk. Clearly he thinks that he is getting to use Kendra, rather than the other way around. By the time he realises his mistake it will be too late.
Well.
Assuming you get a Kendra masked golem to keep up contact or something. It occurs to you that you might be getting a little to into this. Being Kendra is just so intoxicating, so different from the mundane nature of your own life. You assure yourself that Patterson and Black will be grateful that you put a hold on their rival.
Or call you a faggot and beat the crap out of you.
Either way, your work here is done. You kiss Ian slowly. “I’ll be in touch,” you say as you peel away from him and start looking for your clothes.
*****
You’re feeling a little smug as your work your way down the stairs and towards the exit when Jonathan Straussler looms in front of you. Sort of. Actually, he stands a couple of steps below you, so his head ends up about level with yours.
“I thought I‘d have a word before you left,” he says quietly. Other guests are milling about the area but they pay you no heed.
“You saw that Alyssa wasn’t watching when I kissed Ian earlier,” you guess. Straussler nods almost imperceptibly. “But you didn’t tell him I was lying. Why?”
Straussler looks around a couple of times to check who is nearby. “I, we – the whole team – are fed up of him mooning round after Alyssa. We all know that it’s not going to happen and his game is suffering because of it. I thought if he fucked someone else,” he explains. He’s quite blunt and matter-of-fact. “He’d get over it.”
“Maybe,” you smile.
One of Straussler’s eyebrows shoots up. “Maybe,” he asks. “Why maybe?”
“Look he only…” you stumble over the word with a little of Kendra’s distaste. “Fucked me to make her jealous. And look at me:” You wave your hands in front of yourself. “I’m clearly a substitute for her.”
“So what are you saying,” he asks, eyes narrowing.
“I’m saying it’ll take me a little while to help him get over Alyssa. You’ll be seeing me around,” you smile viciously. “You know what the really funny thing is? You can’t go and tell Alyssa, because you know she’ll only try to break us up and start ignoring him again.”
Straussler stares at you silently. You can feel the anger radiating off him.
“I’m right, aren’t I?”
“You are,” he admits. “But I’ll tell you this, If you mess him about. I don’t care who you are. We’ll make you pay for it.”
“I consider myself so warned,” you smile, pushing past him. You turn around to say one last thing before you leave. “But you can trust me when I say I want only the best for Ian.”
Damn you’re good.
As you close the door of the Carlsons’ behind you, you ponder your next steps: Report back to Patterson directly at the Fuck Room, or test out the Maria / Andrea / Tina mask at the elementary school basement.
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