Raymond couldn’t sleep one night, so he found himself staring at late-night TV infomercials with rambunctious hosts. One guy’s emphatic salesmanship caught his attention. He lauded the newest device that he said was revolutionizing the world.
“I promise that you will not believe this device. I didn’t believe it. Nope, I never would have. Not until I saw it. And, when I did, I was shocked! Stupefied! I had to slap my mouth shut before I started drooling.”
The camera followed the salesman to a display table under the lights of the studio set. He put his hands on the device.
“This is it. The Eagle.”
The Eagle was shaped like a businessman’s hard-shell briefcase from the 1980s. He patted the nondescript device again as if it was a close friend.
“The Eagle gathers a visual depiction of what’s on the other side of solid barriers—walls for example. I’m not talking outlines and wobbly heatwaves—you know those reds and blues and yellows. I mean seeing—literally seeing with your eyes!—what’s on the other side of the wall. To boil it down, the Eagle makes a barrier visually not there. Yes, you heard me right. Not there. Let that sink in for a moment. But that’s not it. The Eagle sends vibrations through the barrier to break down and affect what’s beyond the wall.”
The host pushed the Power button to start the Eagle. He began his demonstration, and the device did as he said. It provided images on the other side of walls on the set. Then, a moment later, a brick on the other side of one pf the walls cracked into pieces.
“This mechanism has changed the world! Completely flipped it upside down! It has already impacted the military’s elite operations. Our soldiers use it on the frontlines as well as for search and seizure operations. All I have heard are positive reviews. The reviews match my enthusiasm for the Eagle. Listen. Law enforcement departments want a piece of the action too. They are starting to get their hands on it. When the military and the police—our government—are willing to pay big for something like this, you know it is hot! Burning hot! Now you—yes, you!—have a chance to get your hands on the Eagle. I want you to have this state-of-the-art device.”
Then, the salesman stopped unexpectedly. He was silent for a moment, tapping his forefinger on his lips. He became serious and stepped closer to the camera. His eyes darted to the right and to the left. He squinted, as if questioning whether to unveil a secret.
“Warning,” he said slowly. “I got to give this warning. I am not sure how long the government will allow me to sell the Eagle publicly. The kibosh could come at any minute. Seriously I’m just waiting for a call directly from the White House or, worse, the Pentagon’s top brass, telling me to cease and desist the sale.”
He continued to demonstrate the Eagle’s capabilities, while continuing to warn viewers about the supply and the government.
“I have to tell you again. The Eagle is available now but not for long. I only have a few of them left and—listen to me! Most important—at any moment—any single moment—the government could halt the sale of the Eagle. Do not miss out! Act now!”
Immediately, Raymond called the 800-number at the bottom of the TV screen, and, six weeks later, he was slicing open a brown box in his apartment.
Raymond turned on the Eagle and first saw his toes through his Reebok training shoes and his athletic socks. He aimed the Eagle at the cabinet and picked out the frying pan that had been lost in the back. He looked through the refrigerator door with the Eagle to find that he needed to buy eggs. When he lifted the device, he saw through his living room wall into his bedroom.
He patted the device. “This thing is amazing.”
After a few days of fiddling around with it, he intended to stow away the Eagle in his closet.
He held it overhead to slide it onto the very top shelf, which was inches from the ceiling. His hand accidentally bumped the Power button, and the screen flicked on, brightening.
To his surprise, he was seeing through both his ceiling and the floor of the apartment above his. He noticed a woman was sitting on her couch. Then she jolted and put her hands in her lap, as if she had dropped something small like an earring or a popcorn kernel. In the next moment, she jumped to her feet. She looked side to side in a rush of confusion. She pulled out the waistband of her pajama pants to peek inside. The woman went hysterical, into a flurry, flapping her arms and jumping. She rushed out of the Eagle’s purview.
Her reaction had utterly confused Raymond. In fact, he was concerned about what had happened. And, as much, he was intrigued.
Raymond held the Eagle overhead, looking at the screen. He stumbled throughout his apartment, banging his knees on the coffee table and hammering his elbows against door frames, as he hunted for the woman one floor above his place. He shuffled around his apartment until, in his bedroom, she came into view again. He stood on his bed to get the best images.
She was spent, laying flat on her bed and patting her chest. It was as if she was recovering her breath after a marathon run. Her legs were limp. One foot was set on the bed, and a toe on the other foot was barely touching the floor.
Eventually, she moved to the edge of the bed and slid her feet into a pair of slippers. Her body—slumped shoulders, a bent back, and an arched neck—still seemed worn.
Raymond watched her in the center of the screen on the Eagle. She stood again but suddenly winced as her knees buckled. Her hand pressed into her lap. Her other hand slid down her chest.
Raymond was confounded. That was until she shed her pajama pants. He realized he was watching her enjoy something intoxicating. It shook her body, vibrating it. She dug into her lap and spread her legs wide.
A few minutes later, though, the Eagle became too heavy for Raymond’s arms to hold overhead.
He set the Eagle on his bed and plopped down next to it.
Then he remembered the infomercial. The vibrations the Eagle cast through the solid barrier impacted what was on the other side. It had cracked the brick during the infomercial.
He sat up. “It’s the Eagle! It’s making her act crazy.”
He tried to derive a contraption to hold up the Eagle without using his hands. There was nothing that he could contrive. He lifted the Eagle once more, but she was gone and he didn’t have the gumption to do more.
The next morning, leaving for work, he stopped at the front door, his hand on the door handle. He glanced back to the Eagle. It looked like a briefcase. Unrecognizable or out of the ordinary. He grabbed the Eagle.
He worked in his cubicle that morning. When a pretty coworker, Susie, sat in her adjacent cubicle.
“Good morning, Raymond,” she said.
He greeted her too. They chatted for a few minutes about what was on their schedule for the day. She had a meeting that morning. From then on, it was desk work and phone calls.
Raymond decided to test his assumption on the capabilities of the Eagle. He set the device next to the wall of Susie’s cubicle.
Susie returned from her meeting. She sat down, and he turned on the Eagle. He heard a controlled yip, followed by a cough. Then there was an odd, choked-off squawk.
“Everything okay, Susie?” asked another coworker.
“Yeah … yes. I just swallowed something. Down the wrong pipe.” She forced a laugh, highlighted by a cough.
A moment later, she leapt to her feet. Her head and shoulders were visible to everyone across the office. Her cheeks were reddened. Then she sat down, disappearing.
A number of other workers in the cubicles stood slowly. Their faces were covered in concern.
“Susie? You sure you’re okay?” one man said.
He walked to her cubicle and passed by the Eagle.
He leaped forward slightly, uttering a whoosh. His concern for Susie stalled. He regained himself.
“Glad … glad you’re okay. I’ll let you get back to work. Unless you want to meet somewhere in a little bit. Email me.” He shuffled back to his desk.
Raymond turned off the Eagle to calm down the room. He wondered if he may have brought a couple together, even though it may be purely for expending sexual energy.
At the end of the day, Raymond grabbed the Eagle, turned it on and walked through his office on his way to the elevator.
He heard more subtle squeaks and squawks of sudden shock, a few low moans as if enjoying chocolate, and a single pound of a fist on a desk, which shook the keyboard and monitor.
Raymond smiled.
Late that night though, he heard a knock on his door at his apartment.
He looked through the peephole. Three police officers were at the ready.
He unlocked and opened the door.
“Hi, can I help you?” He tried to smile.
“Good evening, sir,” said the female officer who wore a peaked cap with a silvery badge on the front. “I am Captain Bianchi of the Johnsonville Police Department.”
Raymond didn’t respond.
“We are wishing to speak to one Raymond Green,” the captain said.
“That’s me. How can I help?”
“May we come in?”
Raymond let them enter.
The captain removed her peaked cap. Her dark hair was slicked back into a tight bun, brightening her round face.
For the first few moments, the eyes of the three officers observed the room as their mouths forced smiles.
“Mr. Green,” Bianchi began again, “we have documentation that you purchased a device called the Eagle.”
Raymond tried to keep a steady poker face with no reaction until the short, curvy captain shared more information.
“Due to grave concerns from various legal bodies—local, state and federal governmental entities—we are talking to those individuals who purchased the device.”
Raymond felt his cheeks redden and a thin line of perspiration form along his hairline.
“Do you have the Eagle here in your possession?” Captain Bianchi gave a dull grin.
Raymond noticed the other two officers watching him and then nonchalantly scouring his apartment.
“If you will help us, then we can resolve the issue quickly and easily. So any information you can share, please do now.” The captain held the shiny brim of her peaked cap at her belt, hiding subtly her weapon.
“What can I tell you that would help? I have nothing to hide,” Raymond said.
Bianchi’s eyes narrowed.
“First, are you in possession of the Eagle?”
“Um, yes. But I purchased it legally. I have the receipt for the proof of purchase,” he said.
“A receipt would be helpful. It may allow you to get a refund. You see, the Eagle is illegal for citizens to possess. This is a legal requirement.”
“But …” Raymond began.
“Mr. Green,” Bianchi interrupted. She raised her hand, palm forward, and swished her head side to side, like an elementary school teacher. “It is incumbent upon you to surrender the device. Then no further action would be necessary. We each can go on our merry way.”
“I bought the Eagle from a reputable salesman and company. It’s not like I bought it from a weirdo on the street. I have the receipt.”
He turned to his desk to get the receipt.
Captain Bianchi stopped him, reaching out her hand. Her two accompanying officers took a step forward, reaching toward their handguns.
“Mr. Green, don’t,” she ordered. “Turn around slowly. Let’s not make this situation any more tense.”
“Tense? It’s not tense. I just want to show you my proof of purchase.”
“Raymond, hand over the Eagle. If you don’t, I will have to show you the warrant. Let’s not go that far.”
Raymond decided to give it up. He had a mind-flash of SWAT team members in black shooting pepper spray into the apartment and busting down the door, or paratroopers smashing through the windows with military precision.
“No problems? All this will be finished?” Raymond asked.
“Of course.” Captain Bianchi tried to be nice.
He walked to the narrow console table abutting his couch. He lifted it up.
“The Eagle is quite amazing,” he said.
“That’s why it’s become illegal to—” The captain halted, becoming suddenly unable to speak.
She was caught in the purview of the Eagle.
“Oh, my…” She bent over and groaned. Her round cheeks reddened. She nibbled on her bottom lip.
Raymond stepped back to capture the two other officers.
Their cautious stances eased, and their eyes directed immediately to Captain Bianchi, who was bending over. Her dark-blue polyester pants hugged her wide ass.
“Go, get her, boys,” Raymond said. “She wants you both.”
“I have looked at Bianchi’s ass since the first day on the beat,” one man said, as he shucked his peaked hat and unbuckled his utility belt.
“Come on, Ricky. Give it to me,” Bianchi panted. “I have been wanting to fuck you for so long. Mark, you got a cock too?”
As Raymond held the Eagle in place like a shield, the officers shed their uniforms, and both men took control of the short, curvy woman who was panting and already fingering her pussy.
They pushed her to her knees. She gripped the pair of hard dicks. Looking up at the two men, she slurped one of the cocks while stroking the other. One man’s hand guided her head forward and backward by her hair bun. The other man squeezed her hefty tits.
Raymond was stupefied by the sight. The Eagle had thrown these three officers of the law into a threesome. Unexpectedly, he glanced over the Eagle and crossed into its purview. Immediately, a rush hit him. His dick hardened. Without a thought, he walked to Captain Bianchi, who was still on her knees.
She grabbed his dick in a tight hold. “Glad you finally joined. I prefer a team.”
She flicked her tongue at the tip of his cock, smiled, and then put her lips around it.
Raymond lavished in the pleasure and the domination over the police captain.
Soon, she was riding the officers at once—sandwiched between them—while attempting to stroke Raymond. She struggled though, like she was drowning. Their hard thrusts and coarse growls caused Bianchi to bounce and murmur affirmations. Her tits swayed and swatted in the sexual wildness. Her rotund ass bounced and jiggled as the two cocks jammed into her. The thrusts tightened her face into a painful contortion. She ground her teeth in the midst of the fuck. She shrieked several times, grunted and grabbed onto Raymond’s dick, as if for dear life. She squeezed it until it nearly turned purple. Finally, she caught her breath.
There was a jerk from the policeman on the bottom. He grimaced, and his body jolted against hers several times. His intensity calmed. With one done, she focused her ass on the other man. In no time, following her commands, his body arched against hers. He then calmed too. Bianchi rolled to her side.
“Come on, boy. On my face. Now. I don’t want to wait. I can’t!”
Raymond jerked his cock. The orgasm roused deep inside and moments later he shot a load of cum into the mouth of Captain Bianchi.
Raymond shifted away from them but knocked over the Eagle. It smashed on the floor.
The three police eased their sexual craze. They seemed to wake up from a foreign mind state. They scrambled behind their shed uniforms.
Bianchi slid her heavy breasts into her sports bra and pulled her hefty underwear over her thighs.
“This is not something we mention in the report,” she said, with her commanding voice returning from one of a lusty woman.
The two officers nodded.
They confiscated the broken Eagle. As for Raymond, they would report that Raymond Green had the proof of purchase but was willing to turn it over to the police.
They then left the apartment.
Raymond sat on the couch, hearing the door close. He knew it was best to give up the Eagle. It would not be a problem. He already had purchased a second Eagle from a man hawking the device on the street.