Moving Along The People
After 12 hours of taking a plane from Proteros to Himperyia, and taking the main road from there to Prosas in the northwest of the country, Fox exited the taxi, which a middle-aged man drove. No doubt, the first thing Fox did was make a driver hella contented, giving the man almost an entire month's worth of being people's driver.
Exiting the vehicle, Fox wasn't just Fox, but 'Luis', a recently integrated 'professional' new recruit into the country's Post Office. He definitely took the name for this task due to the unsavory relationship with his boss's boss.
He stepped out to face a rather large but still doable and usual building. It had 3 sets of stairs leading up to it, each helping a person half a meter up, with a flat surface next, and then the next staircase, for over 15 meters. The building itself was nearly 40 meters wide and extended from the entrance to the other end for about 60 meters. It was the state post office, after all.
Fox contemplated the building with a big, long bag hanging from his right shoulder before moving forth. He was a couple of streets away. When he stepped into the post office’s sidewalk, he went to a stand and bought an old lady’s candy apple from before heading to the building.
Munching on the thing, Fox solely liked the bitter, spicy taste mixed with the acidity of the apple itself, feeling like a delicacy when moving his jaws to send its taste overflowing everywhere.
Be- twiiiink~. Fox went through the doors with a bell indicating his entry. The entrance faced a long corridor, possibly to the other end of the building, and a small reception desk immediately to both sides, of which none looked at him.
He went to the young woman to his right. Not a beautiful woman, who was a little chubby, and had a dull ponytail, but she looked serious yet easygoing and professional. She looked at Fox when he neared her, immediately saying, “Hello, sir. Would you like to form a complaint, speak to one of our managers… ah, or find a family member?”
“I’m here to introduce myself, I’m the new guy, Luis.” Fox said, looking a bit serious, perhaps because of his nervousness. The receptionist read into it before checking some information. Just as she was going to ask further details, her screen showed Fox’s image.
Naturally, it wouldn’t be Fox’s face, but Luis. And more naturally so, Fox wouldn’t do a mission like this with his fame. That’s why his face was burnt charcoal here and there, spreading through most of the area around his left eye and from his jaw to his neck.
He wore a mask, but it was impossible not to notice. Fox’s light brown skin and that burnt charcoal ‘flabby’ skin peeking from a few corners of his expensive-looking, thin mask weren’t helping. It was too easy to contrast them.
“I see. Sorry, I- I didn’t know. Ahem, here’s your ID card, don’t lose it, or you’ll actually have to pay 700 credits for it.” The receptionist gave him a hand-long card, easing up as she spoke. Fox questioned, looking down at his card, “Isn’t it 200 credits?”
“Mm? Oh, yeah,” the receptionist dully reacted. “But not here. Even if you go to the Housing Department, they’ll charge you 500. Just don’t lose it, treat it like your second phone.”
“Oh, okay. Thanks,” Fox nodded, sounding a bit somber, but still cooperating. Seeing this, someone’s motherly instincts kicked in. She gave him directions up the stairs to the upper floors before grabbing a slightly old-fashioned phone from under the counter, “Go meet with the executive manager, I’ll inform him of your arrival. Go on, don’t worry.”
Fox silently nodded before taking his bag to the upper floors. There weren’t many. Additionally, only the first floor was pretty tall, most likely because it was where virtually everything was stored. Fox ignored his future coworkers and found the stairs to the upper floors.
After going up a few floors, Fox arrived near the executive manager’s office, knocking on it before someone readily but lazily replied on the other side, “Come on in.”
“Hello, sir,” Fox greeted before sitting on the chair before the executive manager’s desk, who silently invited him to sit. The man was in his middle-ages, gaining some old man’s hair but colored with silver hair paint atop.
“It’s good to see you. Your file says you have excellent cooperation qualities, and your experience to organize people for small tasks is good.” The man started with a light smile. Fox nodded, “I was treated well in Proteros. But I just had a small spot with many others, and I wasn’t even in the capital post office.”
“No, yes. I know,” the man put his fingertips together. “What I’d like to ask of you, Luis, is to first check around the place to see if you can adapt well, yes? Then, I’d like to see you organize some of the people and procedures around here. Uhm, there’s been some messes that shouldn’t have happened. I don’t want more of that, this post office doesn’t need it.”
“Sir… a- are you offering me a job? You won’t… have me interviewed first?” ‘Luis’ was excited upon understanding, as the executive manager directly arranged for his stay in the post office. And sure enough, Fox saw the man smile from ear to ear with thin lips.
“I don’t need to. I know a good working fella when I see one. Start now, if you don’t feel tired. This will be your first day, how about it?” The man proposed. ‘Luis’ was ecstatic, nodding, “Yes, sir!”
With that, Fox started his assignation. He stood up from the chair with his new boss smiling, and left in a good move. The boss nodded to himself after he was left alone in his office again, he glanced at those books in their bookshelves to the sides of his wide office.
Fox returned to the receptionist, who congratulated him with half-a-beaming attitude before professionally adding him into the system. Then, Fox went to HR, where he was rapidly introduced to the place he’d move packages and even letters to and fro, and the new comrades he’d have before they became his staff members.
‘Luis’ was an exemplary colleague and even person. He dutifully greeted those who wanted to greet him, and even those who didn’t were helped by him when he was just passing by and had trouble. Other workers noticed him at lunch, especially because of his mask.
Regardless, the first day went uneventful.
… Fox stayed at a cheap hotel nearby, with excellent views to concrete and more vehicles moving around. He left the post office past 11 PM, but instead of heading to his hotel, he went to the nearest PSD base in the state capital city.
After spending the night creating bions, although he didn’t have as much pressure with the workshop mechanics trusting him more, Fox went to his hotel. He showered before returning to the post office as early as 7 AM, which seemed a bit late to him.
Like this, 3 days passed by. It was now the final day of the week, with ‘Luis’ becoming well-known during the 5th day of the week. He went from moving things left and right, even up and down, to have his own staff members.
It was a rocky ‘first’ day like that, but ‘Luis’ showed exemplary guidance by the end of the week’s 6th day. The issues that would grant daily headache to a select few were gone. What replaced it was more time to deal with their dull paperwork.
Fox wasn’t a ruthless dictator of sorts, but he did ‘ignore’ those who didn’t want to cooperate, making the manager in charge of them slightly berate ‘Luis’ before thundering against those few. On the 7th day of the week, the day Fox planned his move, the staff worked diligently.
In the executive manager’s office, the big boss was just chatting with a female manager whose beautiful smile seemed unable to ease up, when he gave a document a brief glance. He looked up at the manager again, but this time without narrowed eyes and smiling lips, “About Luis, that new fella. How is it going? Does he have any issues?”
“Oh, him!” The manager’s eyes shone a little, but the executive manager was too attentive to know about ‘Luis’ to care or even notice. The manager went, “No~, he’s doing just fine. On the first day, he was silent. On the second, he actually tried confessing to one of our gems, hehe. He was ridiculed, but don’t worry, sir. He is much more mature than his age tells.”
“There was a situation on his first day managing some staff members, but it was completely fine the day after. Even those the other managers ask you to consider moving to a branch building became good puppies the next day. Luis asserted his dominance, I believe, hehehe.” The manager was clearly in a good mood.
The executive manager smiled in response, exchanging ‘a mutual glance’ with the manager before returning to the subject, “How was he this morning?”
“Oh, as… usual? I believe? His staff members greeted him, something rare here.” The manager said before adding that little part. The executive manager nodded, clearly displeased that no one does that to even him, “Agh, I know. Oooh, maybe he’ll get everyone else to feel like doing the same? To please us, you know?”
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“Aaaaah~!” The manager exclaimed, reacting accordingly, as she knew the boss desired but had no rights to demand honor and respect from other people. Especially with the things happening in the post office, let alone his well-known manager-touching policy discussed among other managers.
… On the other hand, as noon came, Fox was busy doing nothing and reading a screen with a keyboard connected to it on a desk. It was news from today on a big window almost half as large as the screen, worldwide; and another few windows of certain matters pertaining to studying politics and Lýmoca’s records with its 3 branches.
Ring, ring. An old-fashioned phone rang. Fox took it without thinking before a male receptionist called, “Hey, Luis, is it? Your girlfriend is here. She’s asking you to come out early so you can… uh… phew… ‘play’. Listen, I can call the boss and tell him for you, thanks for accepting my little brother the other day. You washed mine, now I’ll cover your back, yes?”
Fox was a bit startled. He picked up with things and realized something before voicing through the phone, “You do that. Thanks, I’ll be down in a minute.”
Fox hung the phone and called a staff member standing at the side, acting as his servant. A 15-year-old black kid wearing quite an attractive, ‘cute’ suit, with a golden tie and all. When the kid stood before him, with ‘Luis’ putting his nonwork jacket on, he addressed the little guy. “Tell the others I’ll be here in the night shift. I put Miguel in charge, and tell Mabe that if she whores around in my absence, it will be the executive manager knowing about this, this time.”
A little perplexed, the kid blinked and didn’t respond for the first 2 seconds before nodding, saying as ‘Luis’ walked away with a gallant strait. “I will, Luis. Good luuuck!”
‘Luis’ went through the walk of honor as word ran quickly. From wanting to have one of the post office’s gem as his, to having a bombshell of a beauty call out for him. Whether it was fake or not didn’t matter. What mattered was that ‘Luis’ could make a beauty this unique come for him, begging him to come with her so they can be together.
As Fox walked to the entrance, arriving halfway through the long ass corridor down the stairs, he met with the young woman he targeted as an alibi the other day. ‘Luis’ looked up and down at her, but without the up, before flicking his eyes elsewhere, facing the entrance.
With the beautiful lady beside him looking at his back with slightly widened eyes, baffled, Fox looked at an unknown young woman standing before a black man chatting her up after hanging down the phone behind the reception desk.
While Fox didn’t recognize her, he did recognize something from her. Short hair, cocoon styled even, large mouth, wonderful smile. She had ‘cinnamon’ white pale skin, with quite a few freckles, and she wore a skirt covering slightly far above her knee. Her shirt revealed her thin, soft arms, while her eyes were pure black and her height less than 1.65, a height he knew well.
“Hey,” Fox said as soon as he walked up to her. Like a young lady not noticing anything, but suddenly unable to hide the fact that she actually knew, the young woman turned to him with a magnificent smile. She uttered, “Hi.”
But immediately after, surprising even Fox, who flawlessly hid it, she reached her left arm to hug his nape, softly throwing her head backwards before connecting her lips to his. She moved as if she knew there needn’t be haste.
Fox hugged her torso at the center, eating each other’s mouths in public before she softly separated, eyes dreamy and luscious. Her lips, trailed with saliva, moved, whispering in not a whisper, “I have missed you. Today, you’re receiving a considerate gift for how I left you. Come.”
Fox flashed a glance to the receptionist, who slightly nodded and thumbed up towards him. Fox nodded in return before following after this young woman, watching how high her skirt was because of her derrière. She didn’t seem to have much bosom, but her rear…
She was just perfect. Moreover, her skin would contrast so good with Sona if they were together in bed with him…
Fox shook his head, many thoughts went into his mind after oh so many bad words from that wicked beauty.
As the young woman led Fox into a car, the latter was already smiling, having seen through the tinted windows with ease. Once they got in, Fox sat in the middle of the backseats, with Sona, wearing a see through white linen dress under her jacket that gave light to protrusions of love, smiled at him. She sat on his right, with the young woman from before sitting on his left. The seats were a little too close.
Sona said nothing and smiled, indicating to the driver, who dared not look back in any way. “Let’s go. To the back of his hotel.”
“Ehh? But, when am I being dropped? When can I leave? Miss Sona, you’ve already paid me to bring your man out, not to… I’m not like-” The young woman, exposing what happened and how it came to be by Sona’s plot, was startled and spoke with uncertainty.
“Shhh,” Sona came to her rescue, somewhat. Fox felt her elbow on his groin, doing things, as she bent over to place her right index finger on her mouth. The young woman widened her eyes, which didn’t lose the respect she held for Sona.
Sona said, smiling, “I’m not whoring you, or anything as silly. No, I’m gifting you to him.”
Things became hotter in the backseats, with the driver closing his window and pressing a button so that a black cloth covered them from the front except the rear mirror; and a dreary silence. Then, so so slowly, Sona returned to her seat with the young woman becoming bewitched by Sona’s charm.
Fox gulped. He was no dumb boy in a city.
Sona returned her stare to him, or rather, at his body. Her right hand caressed down to his crotch, feeling something building up. Before diving her head down while unzipping a little something, and as the young woman sat closer to the edge of her seat and to Fox, Sona worded, “This is as good as it gets, and you can’t turn it away… You can’t.”
Fox watched as the young woman seemed to fall in a trance, a lusty, passionate one. Her eyes briefly went to his, already without the mask, and his lips, before dutifully returning to Sona. Then, as the monster of monsters was freed, kissing noises sounded from Sona’s side.
Before long, Sona lifted her left hand, moving through the air towards the young woman’s left shoulder before pulling her down… towards their ‘friend’ in common. The young woman was stiff at first, but loosened as her eyes changed to elsewhere.
Fox joined the fray, teased by Sona who just would not gobble down her plate, and lifted his left hand to caress the young woman’s right cheek, but her eyes were dead set on his groins. Then, he moved his hand to her neck, just below the ‘corner’ of her jaw, and pulled her heavier to his crotch. At last, the volcano was quelled, and the day of insane pleasure had just begun. Even more so as Sona’s head disappeared below the young woman’s, who was already playing with his something all over inside her mouth.
… Hours later, in Fox’s hotel room. He laid in bed, under the cheap yet clean and proper sheets, as Sona rested on his left, with her face on the side of his head. Her occasional blow made his weakened knees even weaker. Her legs sprawled around his left thigh and side, entangling his body from above or below, not caring where she put her intimate features.
On his right, a slender bunny slept with her face against his shoulder, kissing it in her sleep as she hugged his arm. She was much shorter than him, so her body could neatly entangle with his arm alone. She looked tender and sweet, despite being a sex goddess thorough until a few minutes ago. A paradise for the one man to go through it like a champ.
It was night, so it was time to go. Fox sat up and accidentally revealed huge breasts and a delicious butt on his left and right respectively. His eyes entranced, especially on the latter, making him grope and rub a bit more before shaking his head. He wasn’t a sex-driven person.
Fox dressed up with his working clothes and left with a small case in his right hand. Shortly after, during their sleep, the beauties who made of Fox’s life a prolonged living paradise, entangled to each other, hugging and pressing their assets to the other’s perfectness.
… Fox arrived at the post office, greeted the night shift receptionists, always the same, and went into the corridor. One of them had to see him go up the stairs, which he did. But afterwards, in the fraction of a second after she turned her head, Fox returned and headed to a room on the right at the end of the corridor.
Inside were hundreds of cases inside the walls, all as important as a bank’s vip client’s most treasured possessions. Fox ignored them, staring at the only staircase leading downstairs in the entire building. Downstairs wasn’t supposed to exist, as there should be no subterranean floor, or basement, of any kind.
Furthermore, only the executive manager and some mangers had access to this room. Something anyone working here for a few weeks can deduct, which Fox randomly listened from people who were led by him through conversations; unbeknownst to them.
Wearing a plastic bag, still with his fake charcoal skin, Fox walked down, letting a blond hair and a fresh blood sample plastered onto a transparent crystal fall on the floor on purpose. Downstairs were all server-like equipment, with dozens of metallic black boxes without a lock or panel to open. Fox ignored everything again, heading to the opposite end of the stairs, where the reception was located if this was above.
He searched left and right before stopping between 2 rows of servers. There was a colorful screen with a keyboard on a wooden plank stuck to the small space on the wall. Fox opened his case, its lid flinging open, of which nothing fell off.
He grabbed a few square-shaped devices with entries on all lateral sides, putting them in his left pants pocket before kneeling in front of the screen and keyboard. Fox took out a small pistol’s parts before rapidly arming it, placing it in his right side a moment later.
Then, he took a cable out, connected to a… mere rectangle-shaped surface of thin plastic. It was solid, though, although clear and empty. Fox stood up and pushed the keyboard up, placing the plastic in the exact same position the keyboard was before relaxing. He prepared 2 square devices the size of a third of his palm, and disconnected the keyboard from the screen.
Rapidly connecting the plastic’s cable to one of the square devices, the latter connected to the other, before Fox hurriedly plunged the last one into the screen. He let go of them, but the cables stiffened, becoming suspended in the air, as he put the keyboard down and tapped his fingertips on the plastic nonstop.
After 12 seconds of Fox sweating like crazy, he stopped, breathing relaxed, but still inaudible to the untrained ear. Then, he relaxed and worked, tapping nonstop but at a slow pace, looking at the screen that showed only 3 letters per ‘word’ and about 100 to 900 words per sentence, paragraph, or page, so to speak.
At last, Fox left, picking his case after storing everything, and after using the other square devices to ‘format’ the keyboard, which wasn’t just a keyboard. Therefore, Fox disassembled his pistol and kept everything in his small case, returning upstairs.
Just as he exited the room with the receptionists not glancing his way, taking him 3 minutes waiting until the opportunity presented itself and Fox rushed up the stairs several meters away, a silenced pistol fired fourth times in a row. It happened just as Fox stepped up to the floor where his ‘spot’ behind a small corner counter was located.
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