Book Excerpt for Between Tick & Tock 4

Between Tick & Tock 4

Snake Eyes

by John Rookwood

A tale of time stopping, sex, mind control and other fun things.

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Chapter 1

I awoke in a tangle of bodies.

The bodies weren't dead; they were very much alive, and sexy. It had been just over two months since my mission for the MIB in Hong Kong, where I acquired several million dollars, a piece of alien tech, a broken wrist and a new girl for my harem.

Yesterday afternoon, my doctor had declared that my wrist had fully healed, and I celebrated with a night on the town followed by an energetic foursome with my girls.

The instant I disentangled myself from their arms and legs, Snow came awake. She glanced over at me, then clapped her hands twice, awakening the other girls.

As Yoko and Sheila yawned and sat up in the king-size bed, Snow pointed at them and issued commands. "You," she said, pointing at Sheila, "prepare breakfast." then she swung her index finger to Yoko. "You will prepare the shower for your owner."

"Yes, lieutenant Snow." the pair said in unison, having long ago accepted that Snow was top bitch in my house and her orders were to be obeyed unless I said otherwise.

As the others moved to obey, Snow selected a robe for me and helped me slip into it.

"I can dress myself again," I pointed out. "The doctor said I'm good to go."

"Of course you can, sir," she acknowledged, "but you do not need to do so. You have us for such menial tasks."

Still nude, she asked, "Would you prefer that I or Yoko bathe you sir?"

"Yoko will be fine." I told my bodyguard.

"Of course sir." she replied. "I shall assist Sheila unless you have other duties for me."

"I'm good." I said, as I headed for the bathroom. Snow was an excellent bodyguard and a hell of a fuck, but sometimes she was a little too devoted. I could fix that, but it might upset the current harem dynamic, which I quite happy with.

Yoko had the shower at the perfect temperature and she helped me back out of the robe before following me into the shower cube. The shortest girl I owned immediately dropped to her knees under the flowing water and fellated me. She was very good at sucking dick. I had learned a while back that it had been her who had come up with the 'spray and pay' scam that Sheila had used on me. That stunt had started the avalanche of events that had ended with me owning the minds of her, Sheila, and Snow.

Life was good.

After I came into Yoko's mouth, she performed her actual duty and lathered me up.

Once I was clean, we all sat down for a fine breakfast while I looked over the latest figures from 'The House of Shaun'. The private club I had established with four other millionaires in the Turnberry high-rise was doing so well that we needed to expand. Adrian had outdone himself and it looked like fully thirty percent of the residents were now monthly members of the club, which was actually a problem. We had to limit the number of people due to fire codes, so only fifteen percent of the members could be in the House of Shaun at a time. We wanted to expand, so that meant buying out the units on either side of the condo formerly owned by Lester Stout. The resident in 1118 was willing to sell, so that would help, but the resident on the other side of us wanted to trade up. Alvaro Knox owned 1122, the condo on the east side of the club, but he wanted the board to buy unit 2102 and swap deeds instead of simply selling to us.

The other board members were against it since it represented a serious loss. The Knox place was valued at six hundred thousand, while the unit he wanted was an even million bucks. It was also larger than Knox's place but that was beside the point. At the rate things were going with the club, the LLC we had formed to create it would see it's first profits in another year and a half to two years but buying the other units would each add a year to the time before we saw actual returns on our investments. Buying the bigger place for Knox would stretch that time frame even further.

I tapped out a message to my fellow club owners, suggesting we ignore Knox and inquire with Medina Young in 1116 to see if she would to sell her place to us at ten percent over market value. I had conversed with Medina, who wasn't young anymore, and she had mentioned she had grandchildren in Florida she wanted to see more often. Figuring she could find a nice place near her family with the money, we'd could expand west instead of east.

The new additions would let us increase the capacity to one hundred and fifty people, which would help ease the tension a lot. The biggest question in my mind was what to do with the new spaces. We could add more gaming tables, of course, but what else? I didn't want noisy slots or Pachinko machines. The club was supposed to be a place to relax, gamble a little and socialize. I added my suggestion that the club put tables for non-cash games like backgammon, chess, and things like that in the new section. A small private room for meetings would probably be useful as well.

When my business commitments were taken care of, I got dressed and went down to the club with Yoko where we let the vending people in, and while they were stocking the machines and doing the inventory my phone beeped.

The screen read 'Uncle George', so I had to answer it.

"Hello 'uncle', do you need me to set the clock on your microwave again?" I asked sarcastically.

Agent West answered, "Now that your recovery is complete, we have a mission for you."

Of course he knew I'd gotten my clean bill of health. Sheesh, I had thought I'd get at least a few weeks before the MIB called on me again.

"Fine. I could use some excitement, what's the deal and where am I going?" I said back.

I could almost hear the smile in Agent West's voice. "We need you to travel to Marrakesh in Morocco. There is going to be a private auction in the Le Grand Casino Mamounia a few days from now. In this auction, artifacts from outer space will be sold. The Men In Black have reason to believe one or more items of importance will be sold there. Buy or steal these items and return them to us."

"What items m I looking for?" I inquired.

"That... is hard to say." West admitted.

"You don't know what going to be sold." I stated.

"No." he admitted, "But Donald Compton bought a first-class ticket to Marrakesh this morning. That in itself is cause for alarm."

"Who the fuck is Donald Compton?" I demanded.

"He's an English collector of all things non-terrestrial." West told me. "If he's going, there must be something unusual going up for auction. If he wants it, then we want it."

"Okay, I have to ask," I said, "why me and not one of your usual guys?"

"You're an unknown quantity." West said. "Go in with your girls, make a splash, get close to Compton, and get invited to the auction. After that, we will leave the purchase or abduction of whatever they are selling up to you."

I sighed. I had finally recovered from the last mission and now I was going right back out on another one.

"Standard terms, I assume?" I inquired.

"Of course, you will be reimbursed if you have to use your own funds at the auction." West confirmed.

"Fine." I sighed, at least this meant that I would be done with two of my four missions for the year.

"I look forward to hearing of your success, mister Wilson." he said.