Hannah Bronto - Lovers in paradise

"Valerie Marple." Sergeant Mycroft was impressed. "How did you grab hold of her?"

I laughed softly. "I have my ways."

"The Commissioner will be pleased…"

"Speaking of the Commissioner…"

"Yes, speaking of the Commissioner," Mycroft asserted; remembering why he'd called me, "he'd like to see you in his office immediately. And that was a while ago, when I fast began looking for you."

"What's up?"

"How the hell do I know. You know he doesn't tell me anything…"

"Bullshit. You tell him everything. I haven't seen a sergeant yet who wasn't really the one who ran a police department…"

"Ain't that the truth…"

"Now, what did he want, Sergeant?"

"I really don't know, Mal. It beats the hell out of me. The old man is really tight-kipped about it, but it's big, whatever it is. That much I can tell."

"No idea at all?"

"Well – I-I… I think I'd let him tell you about it. Because if it is what I think it is, it's very big. Too big to say over the open bands, even on this Godforsaken frequency."

"Now you've got me interested."

"So why don't you get your ass over here and find out for sure. Then you can let me in on it."

I looked again over at Miss Marple. A residual throb of pleasure made my cock twitch. "I'll be reporting in just as soon as possible…"

"Good. At least now I can tell the Commissioner something. Get him off my back."

"Browne out." I depressed the switch, and dropped the pants back to the module floor. The buckle clinked against the plasteel thickness.

"Malachi…" Valerie purred. She sat up, putting her hand to her cunt. She ran her fingertips through the moist, pearly-wet crack. Sperm stained her fingers, and she brought them up to her lips. With her pink darting tongue, she licked the fingers clean of my come. "I know that sounds important, but do you think you might have a little more time for me…?"

I crawled up between her thighs, licking at her oozing crotch. "I always like to give my prisoners the best possible treatment. You'll never hear any rumors of police brutality about Malachi Browne…"

As my tongue slithered between the lips of her cunt, Miss Valerie Marple clutched my head with both her hands; and pulled me tightly against her wet underside. She began to moan.

"Oohhh, I like being arrested by you…"

After Miss Marple had miraculously managed to come twice more, we dressed and readied ourselves for our journey across town to police headquarters. I signaled Central Dispatch for transportation, and was informed, as always, that there would be a slight delay in getting a tube car over to us. I muttered, screamed, and finally cursed, but there was nothing to be done: we had to wait. With Miss Marple locked electronically to me, we stepped into an antigrav shaft and floated down some three hundred-odd floors to street level. Outside the building, the streets were mobbed, and, as anticipated, our transportation had not yet arrived.

"You're not from Earth, are you?" I asked, trying to make idle conversation.

Miss Marple turned absently toward me. "No, I'm not," she responded. Her eyes flashed with fascination between me and the somewhat cluttered but nonetheless breathtaking panorama that was the teeming megalopolis of Bos-Wash. Across from us was the monumental City Government Building, appropriately shaped like a mountain. It was the single most imposing sight in the city skyline. It seemed to dominate the horizon.

"Where are you from?" I asked.

Holding her arm, I pulled Valerie back into the doorway of the building from which we had just exited. Our presence in the middle of the walk paths had caused a momentary knot of traffic in the impatient and harried pedestrians as they tried to squeeze past us. "Ganymede."

"Oh, that's a nice little world. I was there once on holiday. Where on Ganymede did you live?"

"Ganymede City."

"How do you think our fair city measures up against it?" Even though Valerie Marple was my prisoner, I saw no reason not to be civilized about all this. Besides, I had as much civic pride as any citizen.

"It's fascinating," she said. Her deep blue eyes were wide with interest. "It's my first time on Earth. I've always dreamed of coming here."

"Have you seen the sights?"

She sighed. "No, all I've seen is the insides of one or another module. I've gone from one hiding place to another." She pointed at the City Government Building. "What's that over there? I didn't know there was a mountain right in the middle of the city."

"That's not a mountain," I explained. "It's a building. It's based on something called geo-architecture; its major tenant suggests that all architecture should be indistinguishable from sculpture."

"We certainly don't have anything like that back at home." She shook her head in awe.

"That's nothing compared to some of the developments that are taking place in the midwest. They're experimenting with single-unit cities: mega structures, completely sealed off from the environment, capable of housing up to twenty million people…"

"Jesus." Valerie shook her head and laughed. "I don't think there are that many people on the whole of Ganymede."

"If you think that's a mountain, you should see some of these mega structures. They literally are mountains. It's based on a concept developed by a twentieth century architect whore work is presently back in vogue. Schumann was his name, I think." I tried to remember then shrugged. "Well, anyhow, one of the larger mega structures measures something like ten kilometers in height…"

"My God, that's almost six miles high."

"And it's about two and a half kilometers wide, and it goes down into the Earth a little more than one kilometer. On the whole it's quite an undertaking. The only reason they weren't attempted sooner was because the materials necessary to build such a structure simple weren't developed…"

But Valerie wasn't paying attention to me any longer. A huge star-transport was passing overhead, and shy stopped to watch its ascent. The enormous craft floater weightlessly above us, casting its long shadow across the city, growing smaller and smaller, it seemed, as it rose higher and higher into the stratosphere.

"Brooklyn Space Center is nearby," I explained. "You get used to seeing those things living in Bos-Wash. One is either landing or taking off every five minutes or so."

"Brooklyn: what a quaint name. What does it mean?"

I shrugged. "I really don't know. It used to be part of the city in the old days, when Bos-Wash was a much smaller city. Actually, this area is made up of many areas which used to be cities in their own right."

"Oh, really? I didn't know that. This area we're it now, was it once part of a smaller city?"

"Oh, yes. At one time it was very famous. It used to be called New York. Have you ever heard of it?" Valerie screwed up her face in thought. "No-o, I don't think so. Should I have?"

I shrugged. "No. It's not really important."

Another transport appeared at the edge of the horizon, and for a moment, because we had nothing else to do, we watched it together. It passed directly overhead, then floated effortlessly upward until it vanished from sight. For a moment the sky was empty.

"There is, one thing that does puzzle me," Valerie confessed finally. "Where are the cars? What do you use for transportation? All I see are people."

"Do you see those empty spaces over there?" I pointed to the narrow corridors which lined the wide city streets on both sides, and at the intersections. Men and women were hurrying back and forth, up and down the streets and walk paths, but no one stepped into the corridors. I said: "With the exception of police and other emergency cars, all transportation in Bos-Wash is accomplished by public vehicle."