Chapter 8: The Devil You Know – part 8
Joon wasn’t sure of what she wanted to do with her new power over her mentor and lover. She was sure that caution was warranted. The rumor mill claimed that Shane had killed and resurrected a sparring partner in the dojo a few years ago. At the time she’d dismissed it as hyperbole, but no longer.
Part of Shane’s power lie in the little metal crystal he carried around. To have any success in manipulating Shane, she had to get the thing from him. But she couldn’t do it. He was a much stronger telepath than she, so he’d know.
The solution to the quandary came about with the help of money. Joon used half of her savings to have a friend hire a friend hire a friend to steal the silver prism while she and Shane slept in her quarters. An electronic key provided entry. The thief possessed some means to tell if she and her lover slept. Since Joon wouldn’t know who would take the crystal from Shane’s clothing or when it would occur, she should be surprised enough to deceive her lover. The player would be played.
Three weeks after she’d bumped into Dr. Harris, Joon awoke to Shane tearing her bedroom apart. She’d never seen Shane so distraught as they searched her quarters for his precious crystal. Before long his mind disappeared behind his eerie mental shields. Again Joon wondered precisely what he was. Examining the prism for clues was tempting, but Joon refrained. Better for the metallic crystal to stay in its hiding place. If necessary, Joon could learn its location in two steps. Since she saw Shane on a daily basis she preferred ignorance.
Once his talisman had disappeared Shane stopped coming to her quarters. Joon hadn’t anticipated that, and was disappointed. Shane may have been using her, but he was an amazing fuck. Finding other lovers was easy, she quickly learned. Men and women found her African/Asian features exotic and her body divine. After a few weeks she didn’t miss Shane at all.
One month after Joon had last been with Shane outside of work she discovered what she wanted. She’d accepted what he’d done to her body since she’d consented. Considering how much fun she was having in her and other peoples’ quarters, it had turned out well. Then she learned what he’d done to her mind.
“I said WHAT?!” Joon exclaimed.
Ginger laughed, tossing her red curls over her shoulder. With a bad London accent she said, “‘Doctor Addison Harris.’ And then you were a raving bitch.”
Marcus shook his head in amazement. “You’re crazy to make fun of her,” his bass voice warned. “From what I’ve heard, she’ll brain-wipe you before you can say ‘Ice Queen.'”
“You were quite the ice queen until we got you off,” Ginger explained, running her fingertips down Joon’s side. “It was kind of fun, but jeez. Potty mouth!”
Marcus cupped Joon’s face with one of his huge, dark hands and kissed her. “Our sweet, fiery Joon is back, right?”
Joon melted into his and Ginger’s embrace. Their arousal fed hers, so she answered before they got carried away. “Yes,” she purred. Keeping her worry out of her voice she added, “Just don’t say that phrase. I’ll have the hypnotic suggestion removed.” If that’s what the bastard did to me!
Worry radiated from her lovers. Fortunately Joon was very good at distracting them and herself.
Joon spent another sizable amount of money on a week-long vacation the following month. Only Marcus and Ginger knew that she hadn’t gone anywhere. She’d stocked her quarters with food and the necessary supplies for her work. In between playtime with her lovers, Joon worked feverishly on her project. She managed to complete it and arrange for the components to be installed a full day early. The celebration had been long, loud, and exhausting. In a few days she expected to have an even better one.