"Faster with that hand, Emily. I can't feel anything if you jerk me off that slowly."
"I-It's already a big deal that I'm giving you a handjob on the train. You should be thanking me instead of complaining...!"
Even though she protests, she still does what I ask.
There's nothing better than a good handjob to get me ready for my pre-class fuck with Megan Felmont.
The subway car is always so packed that no one notices a thing.
While she jerks me off inside my boxers, she presses back against me.
She lifts her uniform skirt slightly and presses her ass against my cock.
Then she starts grinding against me.
A little extra help to get me off before we reach the Westchester Crown stop.
Ahh... fuck, this feels incredible...
A few minutes before our stop, I finally fill Emily's palm with cum.
She discreetly slips her hand out, semen dripping between her fingers.
She immediately wipes her hand clean with the cloth handkerchief she's been carrying around ever since we started this little routine.
I, on the other hand, am left with stained boxers.
Not for the whole day, obviously.
I'm prepared for that too, so I always carry a clean pair of underwear with me.
I just don't change until after I'm done fucking Megan.
Why do I wait until I'm done with her too?
Simple.
I like pissing her off.
She's been dating the same guy for years.
And yet, ever since everyone at school started believing that Emily and I are actually together, Megan has become ridiculously jealous and possessive.
"What does that little slut have that I don't, huh?"
"How the fuck can you prefer her over me?"
"You know what? Go fuck her in the mornings, then! You can forget about getting my pussy!"
And plenty of other shit like that.
She keeps going on like this even after we're done fucking.
It's way too funny hearing her complain like I'm the one cheating on her.
Good.
Now that my head is finally empty — and not just that one — it's time to talk about the important stuff.
"Emily, when you Monster Hunters kill a non-human, you have to file a report, right?"
"Yeah, but... why do you care?"
"Was a report filed for the deaths of five vampires and seven lycans in Hunts Point a few nights ago?"
"Even if there was one, why should I tell you? That's classified information!"
"So no report. Just like I thought. Which means those two Monster Hunters who attacked me in Red Hook last night weren't working with you.
Emily's expression suddenly stiffens.
"I see... so that's what they're doing..." she mutters, looking worried.
"If you know something, tell me. Because of those assholes, I can't even go anywhere without my security detail breathing down my neck!"
"It's classified, okay? I'm sorry..."
"My mother thinks they're hunters making extra money as mercenaries. If that's true, stopping them should benefit you too."
"I-It's not exactly like that..."
"If they're not mercenaries, then what are they? Come on, talk!"
"I-I told you, I can't tell you. And besides... we're already dealing with it."
"Doesn't look like it to me. Do you have any idea how many problems they're causing? Not just for us — by now, the lycans are probably hunting them too. Do you really want them tearing the whole city apart?!"
I grab Emily by the shoulders and turn her toward me.
I have no idea what kind of expression I'm wearing right now, but it can't be very reassuring. She can't even bring herself to look me in the eyes.
"I swear I won't tell anyone what you tell me, okay? It might sound strange, but it's in my best interest to deal with this myself."
"You really promise...?"
"I promise."
"O-Okay, I trust you... but you'd better keep your word! I swear I'll kill you if you don't!"
"Tell me everything."
"It's John Hayes, one of the strongest Monster Hunters in the United States. A few weeks ago, he resigned without giving any explanation. A lot of others did the same over the next few days. We figured something was going on. And after what you just told me, I'm sure of it now."
"So, in other words, a traitor who left the Department of Defense and got into crime?"
"Looks that way. Unfortunately, we still don't know where they're hiding. That's everything I know."
"Don't worry, Emily. You've been a huge help. Once I've dealt with John Hayes, I'll thank you properly."
Emily suddenly blushes and lowers her gaze.
"R-Really...? And how exactly are you planning to thank me...?"
Well, judging by her reaction, I'd say she already has a pretty clear idea.
"It's a surprise."
The truth is, I don't even know myself.
Definitely not just another fuck, considering we already do that almost every day now.
Whatever.
I'll figure it out when the time comes.