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breasts,
the nipples of which stood out like tiny almond buttons.
Despite himself, Yuan felt his penis harden. Desire coursed through
him. She was
beautiful. More beautiful than any woman he had ever slept with.
As she slipped from her briefs, that hardness at his groin became
painful. He
could not tear his eyes away from that small dark patch between her
legs.
"No strings?" she asked, her voice suddenly seductive. "Are you sure
there'd be
no strings?"
Li Yuan swallowed. It would be so easy. There was nothing
- nothing, that was, but his loyalty to his brother - to stop him.
She stepped close, her warmth pressing against his knees, then leaned
into him,
so that her breasts pressed against his chest
He felt her lips close upon his own and found himself responding, found
himself
placing his hands upon her back, his fingers slowly smoothing their way
down the
length of that silken flesh until they rested on her buttocks.
Her kisses were like wine. As she lowered herself into his lap, her
legs wrapped
about him, he groaned and, unable to stop himself, pulled her tight
against him,
beginning to rub himself against her.
"Slowly now," she said, moving her face back from his, her smile as
different
now as any smile could be from the first look she had given him.
He was a customer now. And she a whore. An actress.
Yet even though he knew that even though he knew what he was doing was
wrong -
as wrong as anything he had ever done
- he could not pull away. He wanted her. Wanted her more than he had
wanted
anything, or anyone, in his life.
"Aiya," he moaned, as she reached down and freed his penis from within
the cloth
of hispau. As her fingers gently caressed the tip of it
The feel of it was indescribable.
She chuckled, then leaned into him again, her lips on his once more,
her
movements against him making him whimper now.And then, suddenly, she
lifted
herself up and he was inside her, fucking her, pushing up into her as
if nothing
else in the universe existed but this.
He came explosively, shuddering against her, his hands gripping her
buttocks,
pulling her down into him, as if he could tear her in two, or push
through her.
And she, he knew, had come, too. He could feel it, and knew it was no
act.
And as they surfaced from that darkness, he saw the surprise in her
eyes, the
unfeigned shock.
"No strings," he said, moving his hands up onto her shoulders, his
fingers
gently caressing her neck "No strings at all."
They went down by lift, then crossed the hall and out onto a crowded
walkway
that, so K. later told him, was reasonably empty by the standards of
this world.
Kim paused a moment, noticing the heavy metallic meshes that surrounded
every
building, every balcony, then looked to the traffic in the skies and
understood.
Different ways, different rules. He walked on, keeping up with K. A
walkway took
them up into the heart of another massive building, on the twenty-
seventh floor
of which K. had hired an
office.
"I don't understand," Kim said, once they were safely inside the tiny
room, the
door locked behind them, the "silence baffle", as K. termed it, in
place around
the desk.
K. smiled. "First time I arrived here, I stepped out into the middle of
a park.
I almost didn't get back. But after a few visits I decided I'd have to
buy my
way into this world and so I stole a few things. Took them back and
forged them.
Then I came back and hired this place, and the apartment. Made myself
an
identity in this world."
Kim laughed. "So who are we?"
"Culver. George Culver."
Kim narrowed his eyes, searching his memory, then nodded. "DeVore ...
he used
that name once, didn't he?"
"In our worlds. Not in this. Here he has no need for aliases. He has
pawns
enough to do his business for him."
As he spoke, K. tapped out a code on the keyboard that was embossed
into the
desk's surface. Almost at once a pair of screens rose from the surface,
lighting
up as they did so.
"First, however, let me show you what he's up to. But bear with me.
This gets
somewhat technical..."
K. turned, looking to him, then laughed. "Forgive me, Kim. Sometimes I
forget I
am talking to myself."
Kim smiled. "No matter. Just show me how he means to make it all
collapse."
As the exhaust from the great rockets cleared, the band started up,
playing a
vigorous Chinese version of the Star-Spangled Banner, the anthem of the
69
States of the great American Empire.
As the ramp came down and President Newell stepped out onto the
platform of
Airforce One, a cheer went up from the invited crowd. Han Ch'in,
watching from
his position at the front of that crowd, smiled, then began to walk
across.
He had met Newell on several occasions, though not since he'd been
elected
President. A nice man, if ineffectual: that was the official view. But
Han knew
better. Han knew how hard Newell had fought to keep Sino-American
relationships
on an even keel, especially after the Nebraska incident.
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