Conspiracy Theory

Conspiracy Theory

By Jackie McMahon

Published by
Hot Ink Press

An Imprint of

Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing

This Book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, duplicated, hired out, or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

©Text Copyright 2014 Jackie McMahon

Edited by

Elizabeth A. Lance

Cover By

Rue Volley

All rights reserved

This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this novel are fictitious and are products of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual events, or locales or persons, living or dead are entirely coincidental.

If you can’t find evidence to support

something
you believe in, then keep searching.

We are all aliens as our days on earth

are like shadows, so embrace it.

We all live each day in our own conspiracy theory.

Conspiracy Theory

H
is tongue pushed into her month and his hand cupped her breast as he teased her nipple. She welcomed it as her breath came in gasps from his searing touch. She never wanted anyone as much as him. He moaned as she scratched his back with her fingertips. He immediately moved his hand to her wet crotch. He used his skilled fingers as he shoved two of them inside of her while he let his thumb stroke against her clit.

She moaned while throwing her head back against the pillows.
The erotic touch of his fingers ignited her as she pulled his lips to hers. She kissed him long and hard as it was a silent beg for him to fuck her. He quickly withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his hard erect cock. She sucked in a deep breath as he slid the tip in, slowly at first, stretching her wet pussy. She was left breathless as he took her ability to speak by rocking himself deeper within her tight pussy while pressing his lips to hers to swallow her cries from the most intensive orgasm that was beginning to rip through her…

Victoria's alarm clock buzzed in the background as it always did every other day, waking her out of her dream while letting her know that it was time to get up and start a new day. She ignored it as she snuggled up against her pillow. She was always up before the alarm, but today was different. She thought that she could take it easy and sleep in. She’s been in a robotic mind state for months now and today was a day to slow down. She laid there thinking about the dream with her ex, a man she loved, but couldn’t find it in herself to take the next step with. It was a small step, into sharing one another’s possessions, moving in together. Just the thought of only having one man in her bed was something all too new for her. She loved going out and meeting new people, and of course meeting new men.

She stretched out, reaching for the alarm and swatting it off. She
then got up and stretched as the lingering hangover crept its ugly little head out. Taking her fingers she began to rub her temples to try to subside the aching headache that flowed through her head. She groggily walked into the kitchen and searched for some aspirins in the cabinets. Finding some, she took two and tossed them in her mouth while washing them down with a bottle of water. While slowly strolling back to her bedroom she glanced at her laptop which sat open on her coffee table. Her somewhat conscious mind mulled over the blog posts she had to do for the day. She plopped herself on the couch and in front of her laptop. The bright light blinded her as it turned on and awakened her senses.

Victoria smiled. She greatly enjoyed her day job as a conspiracy reporter for a big time blog, but she wished her nights as a sexual vixen didn’t leave her with such debilitating headaches. With a sigh, she scratched her hea
d and turned back to her laptop. There were some interesting conspiracies to go through as she skimmed through her emails. According to a reliable source there was still no sign of Jackson Cambridge, an ex Secret Service operative who spilled classified information about
Project Blue Book and the Majestic 12,
before he magically vanishing off the face of the Earth. Which mostly meant Cambridge was in hiding enjoying the luxury of high end hotels for as long as he liked. Victoria believed it was unlikely Cambridge would disappear off the grid after being so involved with NASA and its alliances who watched over the citizens of this planet. It was obviously a cover-up and that’s where Victoria’s digging around as a reporter came into play.

The government had
been relatively transparent with Project Blue Book. It was an endeavor for the US government to catalog and examine every instance of supposed alien contact, visitation, and spacecraft reported to them. The project spanned out for years and its official result was that there existed no substantial evidence that these incidents were the result of alien visitation.

Cambridge obviously
knew more than the government was saying. A close colleague of Cambridge’s informed the media that he has been imprisoned by the government and was probably being interrogated about how much he leaked out to the general public. But that didn’t stop the conspiracy theorists.

There was also another possibility
, that the Secret Service had performed a brainwashing experiment on him and changed his name, social security number, date of birth…everything while Cambridge’s colleagues continued to stand by the claim that Blue Book was a distraction and cover-up from the reality of alien visitation, which included a top secret international squad called Majestic 12 to perpetrate the elaborate smoke-screen. Amongst the alleged weaponry of this massive cover-up are disinformation campaigns, character assassination, and elaborate webs of government lies.

Die-hard alien conspiracy theorists claim Me
n in Black Agents are real as are the X-Flies. Most of them actually believe CIA agents are shape-shifting aliens, or even inter-dimensional beings. Even if it was true, why would the government try to cover up alien invasions? Just what are they hiding?

Victoria let what she'd read in the email sink in a little while
two new Inbox messages popped up on her screen. As she clicked on one of the new messages she laughed to herself as the message read ‘looking for fun, try our new live sex chat’. She quickly deleted it as fast as it came. The next message was a message from herself which struck her in an odd way. She leaned in closer, squinting her eyes, reading it letter by letter to be certain it was a mistake. To her surprise it wasn’t, her sender’s address was exactly the same as hers.

She quickly closed her laptop as she thought she must’ve drunk a little too much the night before. She leaned back on the couch and sighed. All this conspiracy shit was getting to her and making her think that she was hallucinating. Just then the
re was a knock at her door startling her, it was eight in the morning and she rarely got visitors this early in the day. She thought about not answering it, but curiosity got the best of her.

“Who is it?” s
he yelled from behind the door.

“It’s Ethan.”

Holy shit,
she thought to herself. It was her ex. What in the hell was he doing here? She was just about to open the door when she glanced down and realized what she was wearing. She wore a big blue over-sized T-shirt with just a pair of panties on underneath. She quickly thought about changing into something sexy, just to spice things up.

“Hold on Ethan, I’m not decent,” s
he yelled as she ran into her bedroom to change.

“Oh come on
Vikky, I’ve seen you naked for crying out loud,” he said as his voice echoed in the hallway.

She didn’t care what he said as she threw on a tight white tank top that was practically see-through and tight enough that her tits almost popped out over the top. She decided to leave on her panties instead of throwing on some pants, just in case something happened
between them, she could easily be sexed up without extra clothes that could ruin the fun. Satisfied with her appearance she doubled backed to the living room and straight to the front door. As she opened the door she was struck by the lust angel. Ethan was leaning against her doorframe looking hotter than usual. His tall, broad-shouldered, muscular build and dark hair which fell over solemn brows, and his amazing smile would make any woman wet. He wore a pair of square framed sunglasses that Victoria knew hid his gleaming eyes which were the color of sea glass. He always had carried himself well, he had a somewhat mysterious and inviting presence that Victoria found hard to resist. She knew that he longed to find a woman to spend the rest of his life with, but Victoria knew that she was not that kind of woman.

“Hey
Ethan, what brings you here?” she asked as she eyed him while holding onto the door for support.

“A
re you going to invite me in?” he asked and Victoria waved at him to come in. “I haven’t heard from you in awhile,” he said as he shut the door behind him.

“Oh Ethan, always worrying over poor little me
,” she said sarcastically as she strolled over to the couch and plopped down.

“I’m serious. With all this conspiracy shit I
do get worried,” Ethan said as he sat down next to her.

“Well I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine. You actually look like shit,” Ethan blurted out.

“Thank you for pointing out the obvious. I f
orgot you were such a gentleman,” she said as she stuck her tongue out at him.

“I never said I was a gentl
eman,” he said as he moved closer to her. “But I do still care about you.” He tipped her chin up to meet his steady gaze.

“Yeah sure. You know you could have any woman out there that would die to have you…yet you still bother with me. Why?”
she asked.

“What can I say, you have me spellbound.”

She gave him a look like yeah right.

“I’m serious,” h
e said as he cupped the side of her face. “I’m spellbound by your pussy.” He then gave her a smirk.

“Someone is a little naughty?” s
he said as she arched a brow at him.

He moved his hand to her thigh then slowly up to her pussy which hummed with anticipation from just his touch.
Her aroused dream had left her hot and bothered.

“I think you know how naughty I can be.”

Ethan leaned in and kissed her. She welcomed it as his tongue slipped into her mouth. It had been a while since Victoria’d had Ethan like this. She decided to let the lust angel win and kissed him back. She straddled him and allowed her arms to wrap around his neck as he let her taste the desire he had for her. She rocked against him as he dug his fingers into her ass wanting more of what she was willing to give. She hungrily tore at his shirt looking for the waistband of his pants while he smiled against her lips making her smile back.

He
unzipped his pants and moved her panties to the side and slid his cock inside of her while caressing her luscious curves. She had missed the way Ethan worshipped her body, he always took her to breath away. She moaned as she held onto his upper arms as he began a steady, yet hard thrusting in and out of her.

* * *

Ethan watched her breasts bounce with every pump, leaning forward he popped her erect nipple in his mouth and sucked. She gasped as he gave her everything that he was holding back, showing her that she was the only woman that he wanted. With one last thrust, they both milked each other to release. She rested her head against his shoulder and he held her close and tight. Seconds passed as neither one of them moved.

Ethan knew that Victoria was embarrassed as she opened her heart and her legs to him. He rolled her onto her back on the couch and kissed her passionately.

“Love can make you do some crazy things,” he whispered to her and she smiled while shaking her head.

* * *

She woke up sweating from a crazy dream she just had about shape shifting reptilian beings replacing high ranking political leaders. Drinking from the night before and amazingly mind blowing sex could do that to a person. She glanced next to her and Ethan was sound asleep. She grabbed his shirt and threw it on just before she crept out back into the living room and opened her laptop as that email from earlier got to her.

As she opened the email back up sh
e imagined it to be the work of some dickhead hacker who got off with messing with people. Then she looked at the structure of the message and thought it was too complex for some simple minded person to comprehend. Victoria started to search the web for underground conspiracy sites to see how one could formulate such an elaborate hack. She knew that this email was only the tip of the iceberg. After five minutes of browsing online, her inbox pinged in the background. She didn’t think twice as she opened it up and gazed at what it said:

S
ubject: READ ME

It was another email from herself. Victoria had the cursor hovering over the delete tab.  Hesitating whether or not to click the delete button when it simply said read me didn’t sound that bad. Maybe she drunk emailed herself last night? She thought about it for a second longer as it could be a virus. Nowadays a simple email could lead you to rebooting your system from a Trojan virus.

"Shit!" Victoria
said aloud as she glanced back to see if Ethan had heard her. “Fuck it, I’ll take my chances,” she mumbled to herself.

N
ervously she clicked the message; it opened up in a new window with the words ‘REPLY’ in a hyperlink. What the fuck, she thought to herself as a message box popped up. Without thinking she typed ‘REMOVE ME FROM YOUR MAILING LIST’ in shouty capital letters and then hit send. Just as she was about to shut her laptop down the lovely ping notified her that she had another email. When Victoria opened the message, it was from the mysterious ‘READ ME’ hacker, but now the message read:

Subject: Re: Re: READ ME

ETHAN IS GOING TO STAY THE NIGHT

Victoria made a scowling face as she glanced at the message.
Nice try asshole, she thought. She quickly clicked Reply and began typing at full speed.