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channel. Another one. And another one. And another.
    Loud moans stopped his rapid procession through the channels. A woman was on the screen, one with long dark hair, nude, sitting astride a man, rocking herself on his body. Her head thrown back, hands cupping, caressing her breasts.
    A strange sensation, an unfamiliar one, not unpleasant, tugged at Finn’s groin area. A glance confirmed what he had yet to experience in his human body. An erection had affected his member to a throb, standing at bursting attention. He wrapped a hand around his thickness and was rewarded with a jolt of pleasure.
    On the screen the woman dismounted, pushing herself off the man, revealing his own thick swollen member, glistening with her juices. She leaned over him, the screen closed in on her face as she lowered her lips and took him in his mouth. A moan erupted from the man.
    Finn stroked his erection to the same rhythm the woman on the screen lowered and raised her head, seemingly swallowing the man’s erection in its entirety. A shudder coursed through Finn’s body and a drop of liquid seeped out from the slit on his pulsing mushroom-shaped head.
    The screen panned away from her face, circled around her body, momentarily focusing on breasts that swayed with every motion as she bobbed her head and swallowed the man’s thickness.
    Then the view changed, completing a trip around her body, finally closing in on her sex. Mesmerized, Finn stared at her swollen, dripping center. He stopped stroking. Transfixed. As if sensing his need to see more, she spread her legs, revealing a dark pink, reddish interior that pulsed and flexed, as if playing a peek-a-boo game he couldn’t tear his gaze from.
    He didn’t notice when he resumed stroking his shaft, fingers firmly wrapped around that swollen part of his body. But he was very aware now that he was doing it, and the faster his hand moved, the shallower his breathing became.
    The effect was natural, yet foreign. Asazi didn’t practice these base human interactions or actions even though they had the same body parts.
    With the Asazi, offspring were designed and planted in order to create better beings. Whereas humans left these things to chance and emotions labeled as lust or love. And look where that got humans. Nowhere as far as the Asazi were concerned.
    A part of his brain forced his hand to still, but he couldn’t contain it for long. He started again. He couldn’t refrain from the strokes that brought the intense pleasure.
    Had it not been for human emotions, be they lust or love, his Asazi grandfather would not have claimed his human grandmother or created his half-human mother.
    He pushed those thoughts aside.
    A sensation of flying through a vortex seized him. The woman on the screen was remounting the man’s shaft. Lowering herself onto him with a smooth gliding motion, piercing her inner core with his shaft.
    Her full posterior was inviting. Finn’s hand moved faster, gripped tighter. The vortex intensified. For reasons he couldn’t understand, green eyes and a set of full breasts crossed his mind. And stayed. Marissa. Target 41.
    The vortex spun out of control. Finn ejaculated, filling his hand and exploding onto the dresser.
    He sat on the bed, exhausted, drained, confused.
    Sleep came easy. But it was short-lived. He awoke to a hotel room that was fully lit and a TV emitting white noise of static.
    Still confused, he knew one thing. Until he was certain of what was in store for Marissa Sanchez, 41, he wasn’t turning her over to his cousin.
    Picking up the cell phone, he typed an email message to Kal.
    Rearranging order. Target 41 out of town. Proceeding to 42.
    Finn pressed send and picked up 42’s file.
     

Chapter 9
     
    Marissa
     
    It was almost midnight, Two West Two was quiet, everyone gone. It wasn’t a busy night, but Marissa was tired. And she was in a bad mood, a hell of a bad mood. And if she’d have cared to admit it to herself, part of it was probably attributed