"The Sex Shifters" - читать интересную книгу автора (Manly D J)

She winked at him, and ran a tongue over her bottom lip. "I can't wait. I will get you soon, stud."

He laughed slightly and kept walking. He rubbed his jaw. His face still hurt; his pride too. Damn, he couldn't figure that Burke chick out. Cassandra had just come off of a job with him. Sometimes the way she looked at him, well, he could have sworn she wanted him, especially that night he'd come out of the shower with just that stupid towel on, and she was waiting to go in. He was sure something was going to develop, but then the moment passed, and she just gave him one of her snotty looks and walked into the shower. She made it clear that she didn't like him. She said he was sexist, and arrogant. Maybe that was true, but this was the first time she'd slapped him. He grinned to himself. Maybe she did like him just a little.

Sam shook his blond head. "There. That's what I mean," Sam was saying, his eyes following the woman who'd just passed them. "What in hell is it about you anyway?"

He shrugged broad shoulders, not really picking up on what Sam was saying. Sometimes he jabbered like an old woman! Damn that Burke woman. He could usually have any woman he set his sights on, but not Cassandra. All she cared about was the job. Well fuck her. He was sure that she was a lesbian. He didn't give a shit what the other guys said about her having an ex husband. Lesbians got married sometimes. That was the only explanation that made any sense to him.

Of course any woman would have been able to give Sam a list of reasons why they found Tavish Lerue attractive. Tavish was exceptionally good looking, lean, rugged, handsome face, big blue eyes, square jaw, wavy black hair. He was forced to keep in shape, given his job, and he had a hard, muscular frame, and all the right equipment to keep a woman satisfied. He'd also invested a lot of time in learning how to use that equipment. From the first moment he ever undressed a woman and put his cock inside her, he took the time to find out if she was enjoying it. For Tavish, it was only common sense, if they got off, he got off. They just went the extra mile.

The MMH was located on Sequal6, one of the many new colonized planets in the solar system. The agency was known throughout the galaxy for their expertise and success ratesЕand Tavish and Samuel had a rep as being the best.

"We're due for a vacation," Tavish told Samuel as they rounded the corner, and stood in front of the Commanders office.

"Yep," Samuel said, lazily scratching his beard, "but we won't get one for awhile."

Tavish sighed. He knew Samuel was right. Their resources were stretched to the limit right now due to the fact that an entire team of Merc's had been killed three months ago in an alien uprising on Gilliam.

Tavish checked the time. At precisely 1300, Commander Mcfee would open his door and invite them in, not one minute before or one minute later. Three minutes left to go.

Tavish had his eyes closed when the door opened. He was imagining himself with that beautiful blond in the hallway he'd just passed. The Commander drove that image right out of his head, when he said gruffly, "Carter, Lerue, get in here."

The Commander was a short, stocky man with a balding head and piercing grey eyes. He'd been a sharp shooter in active duty, and he never missed anything. "Sit," he directed, scraping his chair back behind his desk, and falling back in it. He began talking immediately. He was never one to waste a moment. "We are up to our asses in service requests as you know. This one has been waiting awhile, and it paysЕdouble your usual."

Samuel sat forward, glancing at Tavish, who would have told him to stick it if he could have. He'd been working non-stop for two years, one thing after another. He knew his service agreement said that vacations were granted only when work load permittedЕbut Jesus. He was only twenty four. He would have liked to enjoy his youth before it was completely gone.

"What is it, Commander?" Sam urged.

"I'm waiting for Lerue here. Get your mind off pussy, and pay attention."

Tavish cleared his throat and sat up straight. "Sorry Sir. You have my full attention, Commander."

The Commander nodded. "I'm sending you to Pleasure Plateau."

Tavish's eyes widened. Alright, he thought. That he could live with.

"Before you get too excited," Mcfee put up a hand, "and I already see those wheels turning, Tavish, this is a work assignment and it won't be as pleasurable as you imagine."

"Yes Sir," Tavish hid a smile.

The management has had many problems the last year with theft. Things of great value have been stolen, affecting business. Some of his rich clients have stopped patronising the Plateau."

"I thought," Samuel interjected, "since the plateau is relatively free of legal intervention that Mr. Diamond trained and hired his own security?"

"He did. None of them have been able to catch the culprits. They believe that the crimes are the work of sex shifters."

"Sex shifters?" Tavish laughed. "There are no sex shifters left. They were either destroyed on GenderX, or taken by private owners."

"Maybe some escaped their masters," Sam suggested.