"Brian Lumley - Psychomech 01 - Psychomech" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lumley Brian)

and his tan masked the scar-tissue a little, so that his body was not completely unsightly. In fact he might have been
ten to fifteen years younger than his actual age; but the suntan and the apparently trim physique could not disguise or
compensate for the ravages within. In one respect, however - in one very important respect - Thomas Schroeder had
escaped the blast. It had not robbed him of his sex. Not entirely.
Mina was blonde and blue-eyed. Her hair at this moment fell like a golden veil over Schroeder’s genitals; but her
eyes were fixed like glinting diamonds on a large CCTV wall screen, as were those of her employer. The picture was
fairly good but had a reddish blur, an effect of the infra-red camera in Vicki’s ceiling.
Mina was naked, too, her body in much the same position as Vicki’s against Garrison on the screen; but Schroeder
was passive, his hand motionless where it fell on her V of pubic hair. She leaned on one elbow, her free hand lightly on
Schroeder, gently mobile, none of her weight resting upon him. She watched Garrison and Vicki for a few more minutes,
said: ‘You’re not concentrating, Thomas.’
‘Oh? Well, perhaps I’m not, but what you’re doing is good anyway.’
‘You’ll never get what you want this way.’
‘Impatience? I should have thought that was my prerogative.’ He sounded surprised. ‘Mina, be a sweet and keep
quiet. I’m watching Garrison. Oh, and I assure you, this is probably the only way I’ll get what I want.’
‘But you’ll not come.’
He sighed and looked at her. ‘Mina, I believe you really do think I’m a voyeur.’
‘Aren’t you? Then why are you watching them?’
‘Why are you?’
She shrugged. ‘I wanted to.’
‘Then you are the voyeur, Mina, not I. You see the sex is incidental; and our simultaneous sex is coincidental. I am
simply studying Garrison. Everything he does.’
‘Why?’
‘My concern, Mina. Yours, at the moment, is to pleasure me.’
Suddenly Schroeder was erect. Mina had been looking at him as they talked but now she glanced at the screen. Vicki
was on her knees, legs spread, her face down in her pillows, panting. Garrison kneeled upright between her legs, his
hands on her hips, thrusting himself deep into her. His breathing was harsh as he drove to climax, made harsher by the
microphone relaying the sound to Schroeder’s room.
Mina took what she saw as a golden opportunity, her mouth and hand working expertly as she coaxed Schroeder
towards his peak - to no avail. For as Garrison and Vicki disengaged and collapsed in each other’s arms, so Schroeder
relaxed and his erection slackened. Mina made no complaint (she had probably already said too much) but Schroeder
sensed her disappointment anyway and patted her bush of tightly curled hair.
‘Have patience, Mina. The night is young - and so are they.’ He nodded at the screen, then glanced at his mistress.
‘And so are you. Tell me, what do you think of Garrison?’
‘Honestly?’
‘Of course, honestly.’
‘I think - that if you will not concentrate on your own pleasure until he has taken all of his - then we shall be here
until 3.30 in the morning!’
Schroeder chuckled. ’5.00, I think! Yes, he has a good body. And he’s hungry.’
‘Vicki, too,’ Mina observed. ‘See, she wants to eat him again.’
‘And he reacts! And now she rides him! They are splendid.’
‘She surprises me,’ Mina admitted. ‘I had thought—’
‘A nice girl like her? You are all nice, my dear. But occasionally one of you finds a special man, and then you have to
do it. Because it is right and you must do it. Yes, and when that happens all taboos collapse. Then of course there are
others who do not count the man at all but the zeroes at the end of his bank account.’
‘Thomas, that is cruel,’ she sounded genuinely hurt. ‘Do you mean me? But you know I like you. I’m your mistress.’
‘My paid mistress, yes. But—’ He shrugged. ‘Maybe that’s why I don’t come - but perhaps not. You see, to
concentrate is to strain, and for this damaged body of mine to strain is to hurt, so maybe that’s why I don’t come.’
He stared harder at the screen, its images mirrored in his spectacles. He listened intently to the soft slapping sounds
of love approaching another eruption. ‘But Garrison ... he knows none of this. At this moment he knows nothing but