The Missing Few

Man Is Not What He Thinks He Is

Rachel's confidence cascaded over her posture as she asserted herself over Terrence. Her nails sunk into his chest as she shoved him backwards onto the bed. She was almost purring in pleasure at his response as he was taken a back at her turn in demeanour. Locking her gaze on him, she slipped the robe off - letting it fall to the floor and revealing the couture lingerie underneath. The sheer lace travelled up her body; the patterns twisting like the wild vines of untamed flowers. She sat herself on top of him. The contact of his sweaty body making her shiver and she held back the revulsion to run when he ran his hands over her roughly. Leaning forwards, she could smell his breath that was tinged with alcohol as he almost panted in excitement over her. She rolled her eyes and slid her hand round his neck slamming it back hard onto the bed and re positioning her legs so the knees fell hard onto his arms. Terrence tried to wriggle under her but couldn't move his arm away,

"Rough" He laughed, still not aware that Rachel had no intention of indulging his fantasy. She breathed heavily as she sat upon him, straightening her back out and repositioning herself – watching as he retrieved his breath. She leaned forward to him with her mouth right next to his ear.

"Tell me a secret." She hissed, clutching at his collar with her knees clamped to his side. Rachel watched as a smile grew on his dirty, smug face whilst he paused to think of something.

"I have a wife," He started, smirking up at her. Rachel took a deep breath in and shut her eye, forcing a smile out. "Now you." He prompted. Rachel broke eye contact to look around the room as if scouting for inspiration.

"My business evades tax...All of it." He laughed at her response and agreed, looking down at her body and shifting himself to try to cut the conversation short. "You're in a rush... tell me another one." He sighed, clearly exasperated with what seemed to be a kink of Rachel's, but continued none the less. Terence cleared his throat and shuffled uncomfortably, his eyes darting around the room in an attempt to jog his memory.

"I hack for people on the black market. Is that good enough for you, woman?" He mumbled, jerking his body suddenly so she would shift forwards, laying on his chest. Rachel growled, lifting herself back up and tilting her head to move hair out of her face. She forced a smile on her face and opened her mouth to speak but he cut in.

"Stop with this talk, you're wet enough- I can tell. "

"It's not for your benefit." she snapped, squeezing her hand a little tighter round his neck, feeling his pulse erratically jumping under her grip. "Now, tell me who you hacked Neolution for." She hissed, leaning further in.

"I've not heard of Neolution before I swear" he spluttered, gasping for air as Rachel clamped down harder his body flailing under her power.

"Don't lie to me. You are well aware that I'm a clone, and you can't have hacked the system without seeing the name. So," she paused, her face hardening as she growled into his ear. "Who asked you to hack Neolution?" Terrence gulped his face going red and his mouth flapping trying to form words. Rachel alleviated her clasp around his throat to allow him to speak.

"You think I'd tell you. I know all about you Miss Duncan, dirty secrets for a dirty clone" He said as a smirk changed the acting role of the unknowing technician. Rachel hesitated for a moment, shock flashing across her face as he continued. "I know more than you thought" he laughed.

"Stop." She snapped. His words flashed images of Ferdinand in her mind.

"Ferdinand kept me well informed of your tendencies and affairs, only tales by word; he never did get the time to record it, small favours from my friend" Terrence said laughing, Rachels anger flared and she slapped him thrusting his head back down glaring at him.