Touch Pt. 02

Just to warn you there's a fair bit of set up in this part but all will become clear eventually.

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After the evening's activities with Jane I'd sat down on the sofa and tried to come up with a viable way to disappear. I felt it was my only hope of not becoming a lab rat once whatever government agency that was investigating the lab I'd been to realised I had been affected by my contact. Or even worse discovered even part of my abilities. Obviously I could influence and control the people they'd send after me but I thought it wouldn't take long before I was caught by someone I couldn't touch.

I decided I needed to die, preferably in such a way that left limited doubt and no loose ends. It sounds overly dramatic but being 'dead' was the only way I suspected I would be able to continue living. Before I could do that I wanted a fully prepared and completely authentic new identity. Oddly I had no idea how to arrange that. But, as part of my job, I was often dealing with the less salubrious characters of our society so I wondered if any of them may know how to arrange one. I also had an idea for some untraceable funds too from the same sources. Once I had some money and a new identity I knew several ways I could keep a very low profile.

With that in mind I went to bed. Now the covers had been throughly crumpled by Jane and myself earlier so I straightened the bed, turned off the lights and got in. I wondered about sending a text to Jane but realised I was exhausted and in no state for a conversation. I was asleep in minutes but I was disturbed by noises from the house as Phil came home. A bit later I was aware of Phil's raised voice and then nothing till I woke up the following morning.

I was woken by my phone buzzing on the bedside table. As far as I could tell it was still dark outside but being early January that could mean anything till almost 8am so that didn't help. I picked up the phone and saw a text had arrived from Jane 'Morning, hope you've had a good night, Phil's not working today.' I wondered why he wasn't but it was unlikely to be an issue. My plans involved heading out into the seedier parts of the city to find a few druggies of my acquaintance.

I thought about for a few seconds then laboriously typed out a reply 'ok, hopefully nothing wrong?'

After a few seconds a reply appeared 'Not really, he's asleep. Do you want a cup of tea?' This surprised me as I thought with Phil home she would have stayed away but she obviously wanted to see me.

'That'd be great' I replied. So knowing she be round in a few minutes I went to the bathroom splashed some water on my face and cleaned my teeth. I picked up a notebook and pen on my way back to the bedroom so I could list a few places I wanted to go to and some people I thought may be of help. I hadn't written much before I heard the flat door being opened as she came in.

She appeared in the bedroom door carrying two cups of tea on a small tray. She smiled at me as I glanced appreciatively at her in her thin black nightie. It rest on on small unrestrained breasts that jiggled slightly as she put the tray down. It came to mid thigh and below that I could see her stocking clad legs. I stretched out a hand and ran it along her inner thigh over the stocking to bare thigh and back again. "For me?" I said indicating the stockings.

She smiled and said "of course" and gasped as my hand made it up her inner thigh and stroked over her smooth, bald mound. My thumb slid lower and separated her lips and lightly touched her swollen wet clit. Two fingers slipped straight inside her and she took a sharp intake of breath and moaned. "Oh god, we shouldn't." Her actions were at odds with her words as she reached forward and pulled back the covers. I continued to rub my thumb gently over her slippery wet clit making her moan. "We really shouldn't." She said again but her hand reached for my cock and she smiled wickedly.

This was a complete revelation into Janes character. When I'd met her at work she was someone who faded into the background and even at home she seemed subdued. But l appeared to have discovered Jane's wild side and it didn't look likely she was going to suppress it. Not that I had any meaningful objections. Not with her hand stroking up and down my erect cock. She moved her hand down and cupped my balls. She very gently played with them for a few seconds watching my face. Obviously checking that I was enjoying the experience and of course I was.

"I don't have much time, Phil will be up in a bit." So saying she'd obviously been come to a decision and quickly straddled me. This wasn't going to be some long drawn out fuck where she built herself relaxed and slowly to a orgasm. Although after last night I'd realised she didn't take much to set off. She continued to keep eye contact with me as with her hand round the base of my cock she lowered herself onto me. Her eyes widened as she forced my cock inside her wet tunnel. The lips spreading around my cock would have no doubt looked lovely but were concealed under the front of the black silk nightie.

Her hand released my cock as our pubic bones met when I was fully inside her. Her mouth was open making little "oh oh yes" sounds over and over again. I wasn't much better but kept to just groaning.

My hands slipped under the nightie to her hips as she started to rock back and forwards forcing me deeply in her and her clit onto my groin. I didn't have to encourage her to speed up as she was going for it. She was obviously after a quick hard fuck. She rather proved by looking down at me and saying quietly through gasps of breath "god what a slut I've become." I was looking at her and could she how her neck had started to go pink with her pre orgasmic flush. As far as I was thinking about anything I decided to see if I could push her further.

"Yes you are." I gasped feeling her cunt tighten with the start of her orgasm. "A total whore." With that she tipped over the edge and moaned much too loudly but very gratifyingly. The contractions ripped through her and finally her nightie gave up the ghost and slipped off her shoulders leaving me to watch her pert breasts sway as she came above me. That did it for me and I held onto her hips and pulled her hard on my cock as I thrust up and shot my load deep inside her. She collapsed forward onto my chest breathing hard and shaking moaning gently.

It took her a few moments to come back to herself and sat up on me. There was no way she could disguise she'd just been fucked with the sweat beads on on face and her hair all over the place. I realised she didn't care how she looked though as she smiled at me from under her hair. "That was definitely the way to get the day off to a good start."

I had to agree. "So how much do I owe you for that then?" I asked looking up at her. I lifted my hand to her nipples and tweaked the already stiff nubs. I felt certain her prostitute fantasy was still pretty strong after the orgasm as I'd called her a whore so I felt on safe ground.

She took a quick intake of breath and I felt a muscle contraction on my cock. I was still pretty hard inside her and she obviously decided hard enough. She moved again looking me in the eyes and moved her hand onto my chest and leant some of weight on them. "You're going to pay me for that fuck?" She almost growled.

"Of course I am. You're also going to follow all my instructions whatever they are." I said squeezing both small pert breasts as I said it. She wasn't moving much but there was a gentle rocking of her hips on my pelvis. Her mouth had opened again and she licked her lips then bit her lower lip. I pushed up slightly and said "you've been such a good little slut I may even ask for you again." I said slut with a little edge to my voice and obviously that did it as her muscles rhythmically contracted on my cock and she shivered. Her moans became shrill as she came again. Her hands slid up my chest as as she slowly subsided on top of me.

"Oh god stop, I've never come like that before." She whispered in my ear. "But I do love being your slut. Phil's never taken me like that." I wondered what else Phil hadn't done that she'd like to try. As I've previously said this change in her behaviour was a complete revelation. Although I hadn't actually done anything to change it really, I'd just got her to tell me what she wanted without embarrassment and with complete honesty.

Her fantasy life deserved further investigation as well as her feelings for Phil. The first because I was honestly enjoying seeing how far my perception of Jane as a slightly frumpy, shy buttoned up woman was being altered. The second because whilst I was enjoying this it wasn't going to be long term as I needed to disappear completely. So I intended to leave Jane with either a reinvigorated marriage and sex life or able to strike out on her own and find happiness herself.

I was brought make to the present as Jane rolled off me and stood by the bed. "I really have to go." Which seemed a good idea as she would need to sort herself out before seeing Phil again. She leant forward and kissed me, her breasts swaying playfully as she did so. She turned and looked in a mirror on the wall and checked herself out. "I look like I've been thoroughly bad!" So saying she pulled up her nightie from round her waist and slipped her arms back through the straps. I watched as her breasts were tugged up by the front of the nightie till they gently slipped under the material. A final gentle sway under the material was my last view as she stood.

"I'd say you've been thoroughly good but knackered me for a while." She smiled at that as she finger brushed her hair into some semblance of respectability and with a final smile turned to go. I hoped she'd visit a bathroom before she saw Phil as I noted my cum had leaked and had slid down her inner thigh onto her stockings. As she left the room I said. "I'll probably be out most of the day so I'll text some questions for you to answer during the day, ok?"

Her nod was brief as she left the room and I heard the door shut behind her as she re-entered her house. I hoped Phil was still asleep or at least hadn't noticed her absence before she made it to a shower. There wasn't anything to be done about that so I headed for the shower myself. After a clean up around the flat and getting dressed I was ready to head out. I picked up my back pack and threw in a pad and pen then I was ready. A brief walk saw me at a bus stop and a few minutes later I was sat on the bus to town.

My plan for today was to track down some of the druggies I knew from work. Then work my way up the supply chain and relieve some of higher ups of some untraceable cash. I felt it was likely some of them may also know a way of acquiring a new identity. If that didn't work I'd think again. Unfortunately I was aware that an old trick of searching cemeteries for a grave of a child who was roughly the same age, applying for their birth certificate then using that to get a National Insurance number and a passport no longer worked. Now birth certificates were searched against death certificates so no Frederick Forsyth spy novel shenanigans for me.

To pass the time on the bus I got out my phone and tapped out a message to Jane. "Did you have any awkward encounters with Phil?" I left the phone in my lap whilst I waited for a reply and looked out for my stop. The bus meandered on what seemed an almost random route to the city centre bus station which was where I wanted to be. Just a few minutes walk from the big name shops was the start of a street filled with massage parlours and the odd abandoned building. That was where I was going. I'd usually only go there for work but today I was looking for drug dealers and this was the best place to start.

Just as the bus reached its destination my phone vibrated with a text from Jane. "Fortunately not - we're off out after the shopping arrives."

I decided on a brief reply. "Have a good day, but do tell me another of your masturbation fantasies." I pressed send and made ready to get off the bus. I only had a rucksack with me and just made sure I didn't leave it as I got off. The cold air after the warm humid air on the bus had me zipping up my jacket quickly but it didn't take long to warm up walking to my destination. Sure enough I saw a few likely candidates for a chat after my ten minute walk. Even better I recognised one of them as a young lady who I'd met several times. She was dressed in what can only be described as down and out goth chic. Our meetings were often in unpleasant rooms with her in a collapsed state requiring a swift dose of naloxone to reverse her opiate o/d. Whether she'd remember me was therefore unclear...

"Hi Emma." I called out cheerily "I haven't seen you in a while, have you been well?" Well in mine and Emma's terms meaning off the heroin but judging by the look of her it appeared unlikely. The woman she was with obviously decided not to get involved and just turned and left leaving Emma standing alone. She looked dreadful with sallow spotty skin, greasy hair and unwashed clothes. The smell of unwashed body and clothes would keep most people upwind. I knew from our previous meetings she was just 20 years old but she could pass for double that.

Emma turned and realised her friend had abandoned her and raised a cautious smile. "Hi, do I know you?" She said with a surprisingly posh accent. Her head turned frequently like a frightened rabbit looking for an escape.

"You do know me, mind you I'm not shocked you can't remember." I put my hand out for her to shake in greeting and to my relief her early social conditioning made her take it. I'd gotten used to the sudden warmth in my hand so barely registered it but Emma must have noticed as she took her hand away quickly and looked at it. I did too and made a mental note to wash my hands as soon as I could. "We've met in several places round here after you've had an o/d. That's why I want you to have a talk with me"

She nodded "ok I can do that."

"Good." Now I needed her full cooperation so I added "I want you to answer my questions honestly and as fully as you can ok?" She nodded so I went on before she could speak. "I'm looking for a dealer ok? I need you to take me to one."

She looked at me as if I was mad but replied "Ok, I was on my way anyway" follow me" her natural curiosity took effect and she asked "Why? Do you need to score?"

I walked alongside her and replied "Nope, is it far"

"About five minutes from here." She still looked confused by my interest in the dealer so I thought a bit of diversion might help.

"When did you start on the heroin?" I asked because I was interested.

She narrowed her eyes and looked as if she was concentrating on working it out. I suspect having opiates on a regular basis does nothing for your recall. "About three year's now, can't stop." Her reply being succinct and to the point.

"Do you want to?" I asked curiously.

"God yes!" She almost spat out "I've been on methadone programs and I just can't do it."

Maybe I was feeling a bit generous or perhaps I wanted to feel like I'd done some good so I decided to see if I could do something for her. "Where would you go and what would you do if you could stop?"

She didn't consider this long and replied softly "Home, my sister still lives in our parents place in Wiltshire . They left it to her 'cause they knew I'd sell it and kill myself on the gear." She paused for a second then smiled and carried on. "I'd like to get a job making jewellery. I loved doing that as a kid." The last came out in a rush and I looked at her. There were tears welling on eyes and I knew she really wanted to stop.

"Emma, I know we're on the way to your dealer but when we get there you're not going to buy anything. That's an instruction." I said the last forcefully and watched her nod. "You never want heroin again, the thought makes you ill." She nodded again. "Is there anyone here who means anything to you?"

She shook her head and said "not really, it's just people I do gear with."

"Ok then, where do you live and is there anything you need there?"

"I've got a place in a squat over there." With that she pointed at a decrepit old factory building that had attractive loft dwelling for professionals written all over it once developed but now just looked like a fire would only improve it. "But I carry all my stuff in here." She indicated the large bag she had slung over one shoulder.

I took one look at her and knew I was doing the right thing. Obviously I could do this for anyone and I resolved to help when I could. "Once I've seen your dealer we're leaving. You're never taking drugs again other than one's your doctor prescribes. You don't ever want to be around drugs.You're going to be spending a couple of weeks away getting over the withdrawal then you're going to your sister's house. Once there you can decide what to do with the rest of your life, ok?"

She looked at me and nodded again. "Where will I be staying? With you?" I thought about Jane's face and whilst she'd surprised me massively with her sexual adventures I doubted having this young lady move in would please her. Particularly as withdrawal often came with awful vomiting and diarrhoea.

"No, I'll sort a hotel room for you after we've finished here and get your train booked." She looked dubious but acquiesced to my instructions. Her face changed and she nodded in the direction of a young man on the corner of the street we where on. I looked at her and she nodded her head again and moved it to indicate him again. "Him?" I said and she nodded and looked down. It appeared my instructions to never be around drugs had worked. "Stay here" I said and walked over to the dealer.

He looked at me dubiously then said gruffly "you with Em?" I nodded my agreement and produced a folded £20 note. He took it eagerly touching my hand as he did so which was what I was planning on.

He went to retrieve something from the doorway behind him but I stopped him "No, I don't want that." He turned back and looked at me puzzled. "I'm not interested in the drugs. I want the number and addresses of the people you buy from." He looked as if he was going to protest so I said "Now!"

He shook his head to clear it and I handed him my pad and pen. I watched as his hand retrieved a mobile from his jacket and saw him unlock it. He looked at the screen having fiddled with it for a second and started to write nervously saying "don't say I gave you their numbers, they'd kill me. These are all the ones I buy from."

I took my pad and pen back then thought about it for a moment. I could send him carrying his stash to the local police station but that would be a drop in the ocean. I figured it'd be better to work my way up the chain and maybe hand a lot of information anonymously to the police after. I looked at him carefully again and said "you won't remember me after I've left. You never gave me anything ok?" He nodded so I walked over to Emma and waved at her to follow me.

Once we were out of his sight I said to Emma "You feeling ok?" She'd become a little pale and sweaty so I realised the withdrawal may have started. "Do you have a GP?"

She looked startled at that but replied quickly "Yes, in the central clinic"

"Ok we'll need to get you seen now I think." She'd started to look like she had a bad case of the 'flu. Possibly because she'd realised she wasn't going to get any drugs again. Fortunately we were near a taxi rank so I bundled her into the cab and got the startled driver to take us without protest to the central clinic surgery. My abilities came in handy both for stopping any questions and to make him wait whilst we went inside.

The surgery waiting room was the usual grim Lino floored room with bolted down seats that all clinics serving a transient population seem to have. The posters on the walls were so yellow they could have been there from when you could smoke in the dr's waiting room. We walked over to the receptionist and I greeted her with a winning smile. "Hi there, Emma here needs an appointment with a GP now." I knew exactly what she was going to say about being full and no appointments being available and so I dropped my pen "accidentally" on the the desk. She picked it up and passed it me and I ensured our fingers touched. Sure enough the warmth happened in my fingers and I knew we would be fine.