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X-Files : GrandMaster 3-4
Scully leaned against the wall, resting her sore feet.
She'd been walking all day, the high heels were murder after any more than half an hour of walking, especially with the tight red, leather mini skirt she was wearing, which constricted her movement.
Her name was Dana Scully, she was in social worker's terms a sex worker, or prostitute. In street terms she was a whore, a ho, a slut, a fuck-bitch. She was a little over thirty years old, an age when most prostitutes were either forced into retirement or slid their way down into the cheaper sections of town where they either ended up as junkies or fuckmeat for the junkies, when they weren't so fucked up or strapped for cash from buying their heroin.
But she still had the magic, she still had a freshness about her that seemed to appeal to the men who picked her up.
Still, she hadn't had much luck today, and if she didn't get some more cash soon, Pepe - her pimp - would probably give her a beating.
As she ruminated on this, and thought about heading uptown and hanging around outside some of the businessmen clubs, a car pulled up and the electronic window lowered.
The man who poked his head out was around her age, he was obviously tall considering how far his car-seat was back, and he was pretty good looking, although his face seemed to be cast in an eternally somber mood.
"Hey there," she said with a smile,"Looking for a good time?"
"Sure am," he said with a small smile that only dented his dour expression momentarily,"Are you a good time?"
She chuckled, as if he'd made a brilliant joke,"I've never had any complaints before, you got a place we can go party?"
"Hop on in," he said to her, patting the seat next to him,"We'll party all night long."
- Sure, I've heard that before, - she thought, then flashed a grin and shook her head.
"Money up front, hotshot."
He took out his wallet and opened it, revealing a large collection of notes, she reached out and he snapped it shut.
"Uh uh, I never pay for my house until I've seen it, if you know what I mean?"
"Sure do," she replied, hiding a sigh,"But all real estate agents require a down payment before they give the keys away."
Mulder smiled, then reached for his wallet again.
They stood in the small motel room, they'd booked in as Mr. and Mrs. Smith and Mulder had insisted on going through the unbelievable and embarrassing pretense of being married. The clerk hadn't really cared, but seemed to find the whole thing quite amusing.
"Anything in particular you're looking for?" she asked him, getting ready to strip her clothes off.
"Uhh, yeah," he murmured, looking embarassed,"Do you... uh, do you mind..... you know, um..... do you mind roleplaying?"
She giggled,"It's you money, honey, I'll do anything you ask. If you want to do my mouth, it's yours, if you want my cunt it yours, if you want my ass, it's yours. Hell, if you want my armpits they're yours, for tonight at least. I'll do anything and be anything you want, I can be the postlady, I can be a nurse, I can be a policewoman, the girl next door, your sister, your mother, whatever you want."
"I have a partner at my work," he said, a little more confident now but still blushing,"She... she doesn't know how I feel about her and even if she did, she wouldn't be interested. I picked you up because you look like her, her name is Diana, Diana Scorley."
"Okay," said Dana, not noting the similarity between their two names,"And you want me to be her? This Diana?"
"Yeah, but I always call her by her last name, Scorley, and she always calls me by mine, Mulde...."
"Shhh," she said, putting her finger up to his lips,"No first names, no last names. I'm Diana Scorley, you're my partner, that's all I need to know."
"Last thing is, I want to do you.... her, up the ass."
She smiled,"It's extra, but it's worth it, I guarantee."
She began to strip off her clothes, revealing her smooth, firm breasts but stopping at her panties.
"That covers your down payment, if you want to get a viewing of the house, it'll be half up front."
Mulder eagerly paid up.
Scully had prepared herself with the KY Jelly she always brought along on tricks with her. She'd rubbed it all over her hands and given Mulder a quick handjob so that when he fucked her, it would go in easier.
- Don't most prostitutes use condoms? - the thought flashed through her head unannounced, and she stopped to quiz over it for a second, then her professionalism took over and she went back to rubbing the lubrication into her asshole and anal passage, getting it ready for penetration.
Mulder had also stripped down and carefully draped his clothes over a chair in the corner, making sure there would be no tell-tale creases in the material. Now he turned and his eyes widened as he saw her on the bed, on all fours and staring back at him, a wicked grin on her face.
"Oh, Scorley," he whispered, then was clambering up onto the bed, gripping his cock in hand and getting into position.
He pressed his cock up against her ass, and the resistance of her tight butthole was only momentary before the lubrication did it's work and her sphincter muscles parted. With a happy moan, Mulder pressed his cock forward and it slid down into her rectum.
"At last," he moaned,"Oh Scorley, I've wanted to drill your butt for so long now!"
Once in he had to push hard to get the next couple of inches of his cock up into her snug little asshole. He had his cockhead and just over an inch of his meat inside her anus and it felt so hot, so tight, just as he'd always known it would.
"Ooooh yes!" he gasped out,"Your tight ass, you hot, tight ass!"
Scully's face was lowered down into the pillow, her eyes squeezing shut, mouth wide open and breathing hard as she got used to the feel of his long, thick cockshaft inside of her asshole.
The feel of his (supposed) partners tight little asshole around his member was absolutely incredible, the tightness making it feel to Mulder like her ass was squeezing onto his cock, tighter and tighter, making his dick throb with pleasure.
He gripped onto her curved hips and began to pull her back towards him, pulling her ass back against him and allowing more and more of his cock to get into her, inch after inch of his shaft down past the slowly parting walls of her rectum. He pushed and pushed and pushed, hearing the moans coming from Scully and interpreting them as pleasure or pain, she didn't know, but obviously getting off on the sound anyway.
"Come on!" she moaned finally when she felt his hips come to rest against her smooth, curved asscheeks, his balls resting hotly against her clitoris,"You're in, but it ain't over yet, fuck me partner! fuck my tight little butt!"
His grip on her hips tightened as he began to pull back, his hips moving back as he pried inch after inch of his glistening cockshaft from her tight, gripping anus. Her sphincter clamped down so tightly on his cock that it was struggle to get every inch out, and at the end when just his cockhead was left inside of her butt, her ass gripped all the tighter, refusing to let him leave, as if he'd ever try!
Sweat ran down Scully's body, her flesh glistening, her pink asshole stretched around the head of his fuckmeat, just the sight of his cock inside of her asshole nearly drove him over the edge.
Scully moaned as Mulder shoved back forward, his cock plunging deep into her ass, cramming all of his cock into her hot little asshole.
Then he began to repeat his thrusts, his thick meat penetrating her butthole again and again, slamming into her ass, shoving his cock in and out, in and out. He fucked her hot, puckered butt hard and fast, fucking her ass, fucking her anus.
He loved the magnificent sensation of her rectum as it gripped down tightly on his cock, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout his entire system as he fucked her harder and harder, pushing her face into the pillow as he screwed her ass.
"IMMM! YEAH!" squealed Scully, thrusting her ass back to meet his thrusts, actually getting off on the feel of his cock up her butt and his balls slapping against her clitoris.
Her tits dragged up and down along the cheap sheets, her nipples grinding along the rough material and driving her wild. If she didn't know better she'd think she was actually enjoying this, that she might not have to fake her orgasm.
Her asshole had begun to clamp down hard around his cock involuntarily, squeezing his meat in a viselike grip, her anal passage was sucking onto his ass even tighter than before.
- I don't believe! - her mind cried out.
"UHHHH!" she squealed and then she was cumming, driven to orgasm by a sad ass accountant (she figured) fucking her up the ass,"I'm cumming!"
Her juices flooded out of her cunt, splashing out over his balls and running down his and her thighs onto the cheap sheets of the scummy little Motel 6. As she came her asshole tightened even more and it was all that Mulder could take, with a grunt he slammed every inch into her sucking butthole and ground his hips against her asscheeks, and then he came.
He blew his load, shooting streams of cum deep into Scully's butt. He pulled his ass back and then slammed his ass forward, burying every inch into her asshole, grinding against her smooth, white asscheeks.
"Oooh yeah, Scorley!" he groaned, falling forward over her, his chest pressing against her back, his cock buried in her ass.
"Oh Scorley, I...
....in the morning, I'm Bill McNe....."
Scully's eyes fluttered open as her radio alarm went off, set to a music station whose morning host grated on her nerves, guaranteeing that she would wake up.
She ran her eyes down her body, at some point during the night she'd kicked her sheets off and plunged her hands underneath her panties, frigging herself mercilessly during her sleep and cumming at least twice, maybe more.
It had been a strange dream, had she been a hooker? And who had been the strange man who'd picked her up, she'd felt she'd known him but now his face seemed a blur to her.
"And anal sex," she muttered,"I've never even thought about that before."
But when she stood up and moved towards the shower, her asshole felt a little stretched, just a little stretched, as if something had been up there, say perhaps a thumb or maybe a couple of fingers?
8:35 AM -------
Mulder jerked awake, spilling the last, cold remnants of his coffee to the floor.
"Shit," he muttered, smacking his lips a few times to try and get the saliva back into his mouth. He'd fallen asleep, perhaps around five or six in the morning, and now he felt seedy and dirty, he needed a shower.
But on the desk in front of him only a tiny pile of folders remained, the rest had been sorted into three orderly piles. He grinned in satisfaction and picked up one of the remaining folders, opening it up and perusing the first page.
"My oh my," he muttered. Here was a description of facilities dotted across the Nation that held so-called Para-Normal Individuals, some contained the failed results of cloning experiments, others people with psychic abilities, there were even individuals capable of pyrotechnic feats. Some of the people mentioned had been captured by Mulder and Scully themselves, including a pyrotechnic apparently capable of recovering from any burn, no matter how bad. There were references to the late Toomes, a psychotic predator that had murdered dozens over the period of ninety years, maybe even longer. There were references to the 'Eves', the failed and totally psychotic remnants of the cloning projects as well as references to Sasquatches and inbred mutants.
"The reason for the collection and cataloging of these para-normals," read Mulder,"Is threefold, one, to better understand the mysteries of genetics, two, to investigate Dr. Hiderbald's theory on spontaneous evolution as a result of both natural selection and also exposure to artificial variables, and three, to provide a first line of defense against The Colonists."
"The colonists," he muttered to himself,"Just who are they? Could they really be aliens?"
"A good question," said an unexpected voice, Mulder's head jerked up as he found himself face to face with a stranger. The door to 'The Basement' remained closed, Mulder would have heard it open, but there had been no noise.
It was as if he'd appeared from thin air.
9:07 AM -------
Cancer Man sucked the last dregs of smoke that he could from the cigarette and then pressed the filter into the bar, stubbing it out.
"Ahhh," he sighed.
So far he'd smoked seven cigarettes, over a period of several hours this was real starvation treatment for him. He'd smoked the first on the premise that he had a one in 12 chance of getting the poison one and an 11 in 12 chance of getting an ordinary one. So far the odds had been steadily dropping, but he kept smoking the cigarettes.
In fact, right about now he could really use one.
9:15 AM -------
Scully stepped into The Basement.
"Sorry I'm late, Mulder, I had to deal with some...." she trailed off.
Mulder was sitting in his chair, but his table was gone, moved away and placed upside down on top of hers. The precious documents that Mulder had been poring over all night long had been formed into a huge tower, much like those made with cards. Standing between the stunned looking Mulder and the document tower was a man she'd never met before.
He was just over average height, dressed in jeans and cowboy boots with a flannel shirt open at the top three buttons, exposing the top of what looked to be a fairly muscular chest. He wasn't overly muscular, but his sleeves were rolled up to just above his elbows, which exposed large, toned arms. His face was genial, a good natured look to it, his eyes were kind but slightly aloof. His hair was scruffy and short, a chestnut brown that, along with his face, made him look younger than he probably was.
He just screamed good ol' boy, which made Scully wonder just what the hell he was doing here.
"Scully," said Mulder, seeming to notice her for the first time, he grinned,"This is Lucas Earl."
"Okay," she said,"Do I know you, Mr. Earl?"
"No, Ms. Scully, although I know you," he grinned, and despite the good natured look of his face, she couldn't help but feel he was laughing at her.
"Mr. Earl here..."
"Please," he said with a grin,"Call me Lucas."
"Okay, Lucas here is the guy who brought us these documents."
"You're the one?" asked Scully, finding it hard to reconcile the idea that this rather naive looking man had gotten access to the top secret documents of the Nation's Intelligence Gathering Agencies,"Do you mind if I ask how?"
"The same way I put Agent Mulder's desk on top of yours," he said, and again Scully got the feeling he was making fun of her,"And I made these folders and documents into a tower."
"And that is?" she asked, trying to hide her hostility and disbelief towards him.
"Via my telepathic and telekinetic abilities," with a tone of voice similar to that of someone who'd just announced that the mail had arrived.
"Oh?" she said,"I see."
"She's so hostile!" laughed Lucas, turning to look at Mulder and waggling his eyebrows,"I can see why they chose her to be the Professor to your Gilligan."
"Thanks for the analogy," muttered Mulder.
"It's true, Ms. Scully," Lucas said,"My mother was inbred, my father was a serious drug addict that gave my mother LSD and plenty of other hallucinogens during her pregnancy. When I was born the Doctor's were quite frankly shocked to see that I was normal, although they were wrong, my differences were on the inside."
He leaned back against the wall, if he'd had a hat on she wouldn't have been surprised to see him tilt it over his eyes to protect them from sunlight and start chewing on a piece of grass.
"When I hit puberty I began to exhibit mental powers, the ability to read the minds of others in times of high emotion and also the ability to move objects with the power of my mind.
My mother wasn't too bright, but she was smart enough to know that the Government would soon start to take an unhealthy interest in me.
She hooked up with some old friends of my father from back in the sixties and got us onto an underground railroad. I spent the majority of my formative years moving from place to place in Southern America, I saw all the great states, Texas, Tennessee and all that. My powers continued to grow, my telepathy got so strong that I had to actively start shielding out the thoughts of others. That stopped being a problem when my telekinesis kicked into high gear and things started flying about or being moved without any active thought from me. I began to have to concentrate on containing my t.k powers, and that actually diverted a great deal of my telepathy, so that my mind stopped being a radio receiver for other people's thoughts. With it under control, I began to learn how to control it, soon I was capable of doing more and more things without worrying about losing control, and it was soon after that that they found me and came after me."
"The men in black," he said,"The spooks working for the Group that really runs this country. There's a guy that smokes about a billion cigarettes a day...."
Mulder's eyes narrowed slightly.
"...there's another one whose a real fat bastard, another one who is the epitome of English Class you know, he could play a Butler on t.v if he wanted."
"So they came for you," said Scully,"How did you get away?"
"I used my telepathy to make them think they couldn't see me, that allowed me to follow them back to their base, I follow them for a few weeks, saw access codes, facilities and documents in places you wouldn't believe. I even saw one or two bona fide spaceships and a couple more they'd set up as fakes to make people not believe in them. Then I gathered up all the files I could and brought them here after their Group spent a whole session chatting about the two of you."
"About us?" asked Scully,"I didn't think we rated that highly in their attention, if those documents you pilfered are any indication."
"Yes," laughed Lucas,"There's a huge debate over whether or not to kill you," he chuckled,"Not because they're afraid of you, there are some in the Group who feel that putting you out of the picture would weaken The Cancer Man's position, others are genuinely concerned you could get to close to the truth and jeopardize their position."
"Pawns," muttered Mulder, so low that Scully barely heard him,"We're nothing but pawns to them."
"But now," Lucas said, his eyes staring deeply in Scully's, keeping her entranced, she was hanging off his every word,"Now you have the chance to fight back, now you have access to everything they've had access to, now the tables are turned."
"Yes," whispered Scully, unable to pull her gaze from his,"Yes, we're close now, thanks to you."
"Except," muttered Mulder, this time louder,"None of it is true."
Lucas blinked, several times in quick succession and that was enough for Scully to break their locked gazes. She shook her head, she felt a little dizzy and strangely confused, extremely similar to how she'd been feeling after her recent dreams.
"What?" asked Lucas, turning to face Mulder,"What do you mean?"
"All this," said Mulder, gesturing at the document tower in front of him,"It's all lies."
Lucas' smile slipped slightly, then returned full force, but now they could both see it didn't extend to his eyes.
"I don't understand," he said,"Fox, just what are you saying?"
"Call me Mulder," he replied, rather snappishly,"And I'm saying that I refuse to believe that after close to fifty years or maybe more of intense surveillance and jealous guardings of their secrets, you just got in and got it all, and then just handed it over to me."
"Believe it, Fo... Mulder, you can believe it because it's true."
"It's crap is what it is," snapped Mulder,"Just another play to make me and Scully jump through hoops while your people pull off another scheme."
"Maybe you're in on it, maybe you're not, but believe me when I say it's just another scheme, a plot that'll keep the scent of the prize in my nostrils but keep it just out of sight, just over the next rise."
"Now just a minu...."
"I refuse to be a pawn any longer, the truth can be a subjective thing, often a lie can be percieved as the truth when it contains elements of the truth," he pointed at the document tower,"There's probably a good deal of truth in there, but without the third index the information is useless, and it's not in there."
"You don't get it yet, do you, they planned for a situation like this, their third index is hidden away somewhere safe, it may even only exist in their own minds. You're just playing out yet another one of their schemes, wittingly of unwittingly, you're just as much of a pawn as we are."
Mulder sighed, then continued.
"The truth is fragile, without all the facts it can't be maintained, and it will collapse."
And with these words he kicked his foot out and dislodged the base of the document tower, making it collapse in an untidy pile on the ground.
"Oh very dramatic!" snapped Lucas, angry now, whether because he'd been found out, wasn't being believed or at the idea of being a pawn, it was unclear,"I go out of my way to help you two, I risk my own cover to help you and you respond like this!?!? Like I'm the bad guy for trying to complete your life's work!?!"
"What do you want from us?" asked Scully, slightly irritated herself,"To fall on our knees and thank you, to kiss your boots and tell you how great you are? We didn't ask for this, and now that you find out that after supposedly living a life of freedom from manipulation and control you're being played like a pawn you get mad at us!"
"FUCKING PLEBES!" he roared, and Scully was taken aback by the sudden fury, such a violent mood swing could be indicative of a psychotic personality,"I'M THE GRANDMASTER, I'M BOBBY FUCKING FISCHER!!! I'M THE GUY WHO CAN OUTPLAY EVERYONE, THERE AIN'T NOBODY WHO PLAYS ME!"
And like that he was gone from The Basement, him and the documents both.
As if he'd vanished into thin air.