Angry Jasper: Twenty-six

The guards excused themselves and closed a part of large iron doors as they exited the chamber leaving Kate alone. Katy watched after them before starting through the maze of flowing panels. The doors closed with a resounding thunder that echoed through the dimly lit chamber.. She sighed and went cautiously through the maze until at last she entered the heart of the maze. At the center was a lusciously prepared settee, and a long table drenched in fruits, meats and all manner of drink. At the far end of the table, nearly lost to the glare of a brightly burning candelabra, sat Thomas.

Kate moved to one corner of the table, doing her best to make it look natural, and even sensuous. She drew a luscious green grape from an overflowing bowl, brought it to her lips. Finding his feverish eyes at last Kate drew it into her mouth and bite down, letting a bit of the sweet juice drip down her chin. With her long glistening tongue Kate expertly caught most of the juice.

In a word, Thomas looked like death. Only part of it was due to living a lifetime underground and in the shadows. The rest was no doubt due to a rotted soul and a legendary penchant for hard liquor. His face was drawn, and appeared much longer for his severe hairline. Tatters of wispy white hair fell over small almost frail shoulders. He stood with a sly grin and shuffled towards her. A long thin white robe did little to hide his growing manhood, and in the most disgusting way possible. Indeed, it was all Katy could do not to grimace or laugh altogether.

She followed his eyes as he came around behind her and ran his long fingers over her breasts. She felt his manhood push against her ass. Not like a lover, or as a man deprived, but as a letch whose only interest was his own. She fought the urge to gag and smiled.

“I’ve killed men for less,” she said coyly.

Thomas chuckled, still rubbing against her. “Oh. I’d gladly die for these.”

She turned and forced him back with her eyes. Katy looked knowingly down his body. “And better men too.”

Thomas laughed nervously. “Glad you are on my side, Kate.”

“Your side?” she replied. “I’m on the rebel side. For now our interests just happen to coincide.”

Something in her tone struck a certain fear in him. Maybe it was her pure sense of duty, or her commitment to the rebel cause above all else. That alone was far different, even refreshing, from the sniveling ass-kissers of his inner circle. Maybe it was that side of every woman that too dangerous to cross. He flushed red and modestly covered his still engorged lap as he withdrew.

“Oh, Kate, where would I be without you?”

She did not reply. Katy looked around at the sumptuous extravagance and recalled the refugees and wounded in the passage. Thomas snapped his fingers and children in raggedy clothes and shoes scurried from the shadows with in bread and more expensive brandy made from the pure eons old water from comets. He flipped a few coins across the floor at the little wretches and waved them away like they were pesky insects. The faint thump of a renewed Corporate bombardment shook the chamber and rattled the chandelier. Thomas seemed entirely indifferent to it.

“The city is taking a terrible beating,” she said. “Is it worth the cost?’

“Suffering steels the soul,” he said dismissively, sucking down several fat green grapes.

“Whose suffering?”

“Why the rebellion’s, of course!”

“And your suffering, Thomas?”

“I suffer for the misery of my people,” he said, laying a hand upon his heart.

Katy looked around the chamber. “I see.”

Thomas turned, his expression dangerous and Deadly. There was a sublime immorality to it, an almost inhuman immorality that made Ka ty blood run cold.. She didn't believe in the world evil, but momentarily at a loss for words, this was about as close as she could recall coming to it. Hell, Maury was a boy scout compared to Thomas. It was as if she had awakened a viper. She loved playing with vipers, and she was only to eager to show her disdain for him, that is without necessarily going too far..

“No one follows a pauper. Be careful, Katy. I might begin to take umbrage at your accusation!”

“Have I accused?” Katy shrugged. She felt a deep satisfaction that he seemed about to explode. Her eyes, heavy with sex, stopped him at just the precise moment.
“Never mind,” he waved. “”I know this must seem like something of a surprise.”

“A bit.”

“I know well of your exploits, Kate.”

“Oh?”

“I've had my eye on you. When I heard you hace been captured I made an overture to the Corporation and your Governor Maury.”

“For little old me?” The whole thing sounded a bit flimsy to her. He changed the subject.

“So I’ll ask you about this bounty hunter?”

“What’s to tell?” Her heart skipped a beat. Katy wondered what Thomas was getting at. He stared at her, as if trying to ferret out some subterfuge.

“Now it’s I who accuse.” He smiled a ragged and sickly smile.

“It’s nothing.”

“Nothing?” he asked.

“An old client.” Her eyes flashed to his. Katy winked and manufactured a sly smile. “A good lay.”

He seemed to accept the explanation well enough and offered her a seat. “Shame your cover was blown. No pun intended. Your loss in that regard will be sorely missed.”

Katy took a sip of red wine from a big fat crystal chalice. It was dry to the taste, but the aroma filled her sense with raspberry, a touch of vanilla and oak. “I look forward to serving the rebellion in some other capacity.”

Thomas leaned back in his chair and rubbed his groin beneath the table. “Which is why I summoned you here, Kate.”