Book Excerpt for Between Tick & Tock 3

Between Tick & Tock 3

Snow Job

by John Rookwood

A tale of time stopping, sex, mind control and other fun things.

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Chapter 1

Flying while hung over sucks.

The attendants did their best, but the pressurized cabin, combined with the pressure in my skull from the party the previous night, was too much, and I spent most of the flight to Hawaii doing my best not to move, or hear... or see.

I finally recovered during the layover on the big island with the help of some food and fizzy medicine tablets.

During the layover, I checked my messages to find that Yoko had sent me some forms to approve. They were something we'd been arranging with my accountant. My parents were about to find their house paid off along with a sizable cash gift from me. All their utilities and the home and auto insurance fees would be paid for via an escrow account my bookkeeper had set up. By the end of the week, my mom and dad would have little to worry about other than groceries and gas for the foreseeable future. It had taken time to set things up so they wouldn't get hit with a tax bill for my generosity, but Yoko said everything was airtight now.

I gave her my authorization and relaxed a little now that I knew that my family was covered. When I boarded the plane to head to Hong Kong, I discovered that the flight staff had changed from mostly American to mostly Chinese women, and my libido was pleased. I had always had a thing for foreign girls, Asians especially, and I decided that my first-class ticket should come with some poon-tang. With Ocho on my leg, I looked over the hostesses and finally picked a tiny girl, five-foot nothing, with short hair and almond skin to be my unknowing playmate.

When she came by my seat to check on me, I asked for a photo for my blog, and when she smiled and posed, I snapped one as I signaled Ocho to freeze time.

My flight attendant stood there, smiling and unaware, as I stood up and looked her over. She was a foot shorter than me and pretty as a postcard. Knowing I had just twenty minutes to enjoy her, I stripped her out of her uniform and pawed at her modest breasts before sticking my tongue in her mouth in a sloppy kiss.

Her bush hair was trimmed short, and I played with her nether lips for a moment before I got down to business. My carry-on included lube, I always had some handy these days, and I greased my cock up before I carried the girl, Li Hau according to the name tag on the vest that now hung over the handle of the drinks cart she had been pushing, over to my seat and fucked her.

Li Hau was lightweight and easy to move as I screwed her in between seconds on the clock. Her blank smile was a turn on. She had no clue she was being violated and possibly even impregnated by me. I pulled her chest to my mouth and sucked on her nipples as I shoved my cock into her cunt repeatedly. The 'schluck-schluck' noises being the only thing that broke the eerie silence of frozen time. I came inside her with five minutes left on the power reserve and used most of that time to wipe off and redress my plaything before putting Li Hau back into the same position she had been for the photo.

With less than a minute of power left, I unfroze the world and thanked my attended, even as her face twitched and her body jerked from the delayed effect of her 'instant' fucking. Li Hau made a bee-line for the bathroom and emerged five minutes later, looking perplexed and embarrassed.

It was good to have alien tech that could stop time.

Ocho recharged over the next few hours, and I was working my way up to making use of another lovely girl on the staff when the pilot announced our landing was about to begin, and I left well enough alone. After all, there would surely be plenty of opportunities to dip my wick at the hotel and casino.

The check in went smoothly. Yoko had cleared everything ahead of time and I had one million US dollars on deposit with the casino besides the one hundred large in traveling money. I was looking over an English language room service menu on the room TV, deciding whether I wanted to order food, when my phone bleeped.

It was a message from Agent West that consisted of a headshot and a name, Chang Peizhi, also known as Iris Chang. She looked to be in her early thirties and while she wasn't beautiful; she wasn't ugly either, and I figured she was do-able depending on how the rest of her looked. The message under the picture said simply, 'Gamble big, get noticed.'

That was something I could do.

Firing off an email to my girls, I told them I had arrived safely and that they should continue to host the game nights for Adrian and the others until I returned. That task done, I dressed in one of my tailored suits, made sure Ocho was charged and attached to my leg, and then pulled on a nifty new translator necklace. The translator was a nifty device; it was currently set to translate Cantonese to English and vice versa. One simply held the button and spoke into the device and it converted the words. It wasn't perfect, of course, but for simple stuff, it did fine. It even had a camera, so it could translate signs as well.

Looking myself over in the mirror, I confirmed that I was ready to go.

I hit the casino and saw many of the traditional games of skill and chance, along with local favorites like Mahjong, Keno, Pai Gow, Tien Gow, Sic Bo, Fan Tan, Nui Nui, Dou Dhizu, Baccarat and lots of Slots and Pachinko games.

I selected a table of Tien Gow dice and set about taking my fellow players and the banker to the cleaners. It took little effort on my part, since the game was played using a pair of dice in a metal cup. The dice were shaken in the cup and then slammed on the table so no one knew what they had when the game started. Buy-ins were placed, then the banker revealed his dice and if he didn't have an unbeatable score or an automatic loss, the players bet against the banker or backed down if they felt his score was too high to risk against. At the end of each round, the person to the right of the banker became the new banker. Naturally, I adjusted the rolls to make me the winner in most rounds, and soon had tripled my starting money before I moved on to another table. Baccarat is a lot like Blackjack, and I played a few hands at the high roller tables before I felt a tap on my shoulder.

A pretty girl in a brief costume asked to take my drink order, and I sent her off to bring me a root beer. I had no intention of getting drunk.

When she returned, she handed me a bottle, and I took a swig before I realized she had misunderstood and brought me a beer made with ginger root.

I kept it and continued playing at the table until I had accrued half a million in chips.

I wasn't sure if it was enough to get me noticed, so I found a proper Texas Hold'em table and set down to play.

Introducing myself, I warned the other players I was going to take their money and showed off my WSOP bracelet. As I expected, this just made them less inclined to leave, since they now thought I was just an arrogant American who was overconfident and sure to lose.

Perfect. By the time midnight local time rolled around, I had just over a million in chips in front of me and was losing focus, partially from the beers but mostly from the fact that I had been up for nearly twenty-four hours' subjective time.

To the annoyance of my opponents, who wanted a chance to recoup their losses, I cashed out and headed for my hotel room to get some much-needed sleep.