Daydream Diary, Volume 1

  Daydream Diary

  Volume 1

  Lily Angelo

  Copyright © 2012 by Lily Angelo

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  ISBN: 978-1-938296-29-1

  Mr. President

  It was one week after President O’Connell’s inauguration, and I had just returned from my assignment in North Korea. I was scheduled for a briefing with our new president at 13:00hrs to make introductions and discuss the details of the next mission.

  I woke up feeling refreshed and ready to take on the world all over again. I put on my favorite running shoes and slipped into my black, form-fitting fitness attire. I skipped down the steps to make my customary breakfast: scrambled eggs, a slice of whole-grain toast, and orange juice. I hit the remote and switched the channel to CNN so I could hear what was going on the world as I fixed my breakfast. They were still showing clips of the inauguration speech and ball. I beat my eggs and listened to President O’Connell’s voice flow through the walls of my house. I had been so busy dodging international bullets that I hadn’t had the chance to realize just how sexy our new president was. I sat at the breakfast bar eating my eggs and toast with my eyes glued to Barren’s perfect teeth and luscious lips. I found myself wondering what it would be like to suck on those lips and twirl my tongue around in his mouth. It had been at least six months since I’d had any type of sexual activity and the sight of Barren O’Connell lit a flame that burned like Hiroshima.

  My smooch daydream was abruptly interrupted by my buzzing cell phone with a text message from Agent T. Agent T (aka Chris) and I had worked as a team since the beginning of my career with the government. Chris’s text read: I would have messaged you the usual way, but I saw you’re thoughts and I didn’t want to barge in on your make-out session with Barren. I’m outside. Lets go!

  I grabbed my cell, turned the television off, and met Chris outside my door with a smirk on his face. We always did our morning workouts together when we were home in D.C. I did a few quick stretches and we started our jog.

  “I see you’ve already put a considerable amount of thought into our briefing with the president this morning.”

  “Not everyone sleeps with every cute face in a skirt Christopher. Some of us have standards. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with exercising my imagination. And stay out of my head! Some of the things I know could get you killed,” I laughed, giving Chris’ arm a playful punch.

  The truth was if anyone knew half of the stuff we’d witnessed in our lifetimes, their brains would probably liquefy from shock. The government built a secret facility underground, beneath the Pentagon where they held meetings, conducted experiments, and all the underground conspiracy stuff you see on movies. They also built a gym for me and Chris where we did most of our training. We were one of most valuable intelligence resources they had. There are covert entrances to underground tunnels spread across Washington: restroom stalls, phone booths, utility elevators. Of course you would have to know exactly where to look and pass a retinal eye scan before you could gain access. The entrance Chris and I normally used was located in an old antique shop called Yang’s Collection. Any businesses that were used as entrance points were ran by retired or injured field agents of the FBI or CIA. Chris and I raced the last block of our jog to Yang’s Collection, almost breaking the glass door as we stumbled into the shop.

  “Good morning Mr. Yang,” I greeted him trying to get my balance and not break anything.

  Ty Yang was probably around 57. He was a former FBI agent shot in the line of duty eight years ago. After taking bullets to the arm and leg, Uncle Sam offered him the shop owner position. His injuries left him with a slight limp, but his mind was still sharp as a machete. Yang wasn’t very much of a talker. He just waved his dusty rag to acknowledge our presence and went on cleaning his antiques. We proceeded to the back of the shop where I lowered the arm of an ancient Chinese warrior statue. Lowering the arm initiated the retinal eye scan and opened the hidden elevator doors. As we rode down sinking beneath the city, I explained to Chris that I was only going to work out for about an hour so that I would have time to go home, shower, and review the files for our next mission before meeting with the President.

  “Oh yeah, I’m sure....” Chris chuckled. “I know you want to make the best first impression for Barren O’Connell.”

  “As a matter of fact, yes, I do. He is going to be our new boss, you know. It wouldn’t hurt to be prepared.”

  “Prepared, shmeshmared,” he mocked me. “Let’s just call it what it is. You want to get a little dolled up.”

  “Whatever, I don’t have to explain myself to someone like you.” I turned the volume up on my mp3 player and jumped on the treadmill.

  Chris did his usual and hit the free weights first. I was heavy into my Beyonce’ mix, sweating and sprinting at full speed, when I saw movement from the corner of my eye. The sliding doors of our gym opened and I quickly turned my head to see who was going to come through. My heart was pounding and I was drenched in sweat as I brought the treadmill to a slower pace. In walked Dr. Owens and the Commander in Chief himself. As soon as I saw him, I wanted to devour him. I stopped the treadmill and tried to get my composure as I walked over to meet the President. I caught myself starring and broke my gaze as Dr. Owens introduced us.

  “Hello Chris. Hello Lily,” Dr. Owens shook our hands. “The President is running ahead of schedule today so I brought him down to meet two of our most valuable assets. President O’Connell this is Lily Angelo, aka Agent C, and Christopher Palms, aka Agent T. They are a crucial part of the U.S. intelligence team.”

  “I keep hearing about their significance, but no one has told me why or how they’re significant,” Barren stated, inspecting us inquisitively. Chris and I looked at each other and smiled and looked back at the president.

  “We’d prefer to show you, rather than tell you if that’s okay President O’Connell,” Chris announced proudly.

  “Okay by me,” President O’Connell answered with anticipation.

  “Great! I’ll go first.”

  Chris was such a show-off. He took a few steps back then turned towards the weight station. He made the whole thing levitate and spin in mid-air. Chris turned to look at the expression on Barren’s face. The poor man’s eyes were as big as silver dollars.

  “And that’s just the tip of the iceberg Mr. President. On a good day, I can change the tilt of our planet. Remember the tsunami of 2004? That was me testing my range and control. I wanted to see if I could move the moon. I’m so sorry about what happened. I didn’t know I was that powerful back then, or that such a small movement could have such catastrophic effects on our planet.”

  “I thought those tsunamis were a result of underwater earthquakes in the Indian Ocean.” President O’Connell questioned.

  “Well, what were scientists going to say?... That a man here on Earth was moving the moon with his mind and that’s what caused the tidal waves and people with super-human powers do exist. I don’t think the public would have went for that, President O’Connell.”

  “You’re right about that. We had to give them some type of scientific explanation,” the president nodded in agreement.

  Chris lowered the weight station back to the ground and told Barren to prepare for trick number two. He looked straight into the president’s eyes and half a second later Barren nearly jumped out of his skin. C
hris was communicating with him telepathically.

  “Boo!” which was the first thing Chris said telepathically, almost sending our new president into cardiac arrest. “I’m able to communicate telepathically President O’Connell. I can read your mind and the minds of every person within a one mile radius of where I’m standing. I can see what you’re thinking now, as well as any memory you’ve ever had. That’s how I got the name Agent T – I’m telepathic and telekinetic, and I’m at your service Mr. President,” Chris took a bow.

  Barren was speechless for a moment, looking back and forth at Chris and me. Then Chris broke the silence.

  “We know you probably have a million questions and Dr. Owens is going to answer all of them for you after Lily does her part of the demonstration. Go ahead tiger, show’em watcha got!” Chris laughed and nudged my shoulder.

  I trotted to the opposite side of the gym. Then I turned around and charged full speed running towards Chris, President O’Connell, and Dr. Owens. As I ran toward them, I shifted into Marsha O’Connell (the first lady), Tyra Banks, and a black panther. Just as I was about to pounce upon them in panther form, I transformed into a sphere of water surrounding them on all sides. I slowly lowered my walls of water and gathered myself in a puddle before becoming the liquid version of my normal image.

  “I look forward to working with you President O’Connell,” I offered my hand to the president. He just looked at me in amazement. I could tell he wasn’t sure about how to shake my hand since I was still in liquid form. “Don’t worry, you won’t get wet,” I assured him.

  He smiled at me and shook my hand. I watched his eyes lower as our hand collided. I let the water from my hand stream around his wrist until I had his whole fist completely encompassed with pulsating water. I wanted to get everything I could from that handshake and make it one he would never forget. I was hoping he’d keep me in his thoughts and imagine what it would feel like if I flowed to other parts of his body. We withdrew our hands and I shifted to my solid form.

  “Okay, so he’s Agent T for his telepathy and telekinesis, but what does the C in your nickname stand for?”

  “Chameleon - I can transform into anything or anyone: a plant, a mouse, a table, or even you,” I winked at him. Within the blink of my right eye, I transformed into the president then back to myself.

  “Agent C, Agent T, thank you for allowing us to make introductions, hope we didn’t disturb your workout. The President has a busy schedule and I want to be respectful of his time. I have reports from your previous missions waiting in the oval office, and I’m going to tell him the story about how the two of you acquired your abilities as we finish our walk-through.”

  “Agents, it was a pleasure meeting you and I trust I’ll be meeting with you again, soon.”

  I heard Dr. Owens start talking about the Roswell, New Mexico UFO incident as they left the gym. I was headed back to my treadmill and I happened to glance over my shoulder to find Barren looking back at me as they walked out.

  “Don’t worry, he likes you. You know I had to read his thoughts to see his true intentions for our country. The guy actually gives a damn.”

  “So what else did you find while you were in there? And why didn’t you give me the heads-up that they were going to be stopping by? You can hear the thoughts of every person in the building for crying out loud. Use your powers for good sometimes.”

  “Number one, I can’t tell you everything I saw in Barren’s head or I’d have to kill you. And number two, I didn’t want to ruin the sweet surprise visit from your new sweetie pie,” Chris’ voice was filled with levity and sarcasm.

  “A, you couldn’t kill me on your best day. And B, there’s nothing wrong with the fact that I find the president somewhat attractive. I’m sure a lot of women do.”

  “Oh, so you find him ‘somewhat attractive’. I guess that’s why you were thinking about massaging his tonsils with your tongue when I read your mind outside your house this morning. You should save the denial for someone that can’t read minds Sis. And today might not be my best day, but I feel like it’s a good day to try it!”

  Chris used his telekinesis to lift me off the treadmill and throw me in the boxing ring. I bounced to my feet and transformed into the Incredible Hulk. I popped my neck, tapped my boxing gloves together and told Chris to make my day. We spent the afternoon in training simulations trying to destroy each other until we were exhausted and famished.

  How Chris and I Became Super-human

  Chris was about 6’2”, caramel complexion, a beautiful smile, and had the body of a Greek god. If I had to make a comparison, I’d say he could give Boris Kodjoe a run for his money. We were scientists and part of the cleanup crew at the Roswell, New Mexico site back in 1947. We were mildly flirtatious before the UFO crash, but we could only see each other as friends or even siblings after the cleanup. The day we went out to investigate the UFO site was the day our lives changed forever. There was a space craft unlike anything I had ever seen before. Shards of metallic debris were scattered everywhere. The metal wasn’t of this planet; it was fluid and solid at the same time. Once we got inside the space craft, there were three extraterrestrial beings. Their bodies were smaller and thinner than the typical human figure, larger heads with slanted black eyes, and their skin was a washed-out shade of gray. It was clear that two of the aliens didn’t survive the crash, but there was one that was still barely breathing. We made our best attempts to keep the alien alive. Chris and I touched the small being at the same time. I remember the look on Chris’ face at that moment. A current of pureness and peace ran through my body and I must have blacked out because I don’t remember anything else that happened at the crash site.

  I woke up in a hospital bed with Chris lying across the room from me, still unconscious. A nurse came in and told me that we’d been in a comma for over three months. A few hours later Chris woke up too. I was sitting in my bed working on a puzzle when Chris sat up and spoke to me without saying a word. It scared the hell out of both of us. From that day on, we never aged and our connection has felt like we were made from the same spirit.

  After working out with Chris, I went home to shower, check my mail, and my four different Facebook accounts. It was fun being a shifter; I could be anyone any day of the week. It was about 20:00hrs and I was stretched out on my couch feeling bored and restless. I couldn’t get President O’Connell out of my head. I figured there was no harm in just seeing him, so I did. My intentions were to shift into an owl and just watch him from afar, but once I got there I needed more than just a bird’s-eye view. I needed to be close to him, to find out what his skin felt like. I sat on my branch and watched for a while. Marsha was about to take a bath and Barren had to take an important phone call in the study. The perfect opportunity presented itself. I flew to the roof and came through the vents as vapor. Once I knew Marsha was in the bathtub, I transformed into President O’Connell and brought her a glass of sparkling wine with a mild sedative dissolved in it. I sat on the edge of the tub and handed her the glass. I couldn’t help but notice Marsha’s body peeking through the gaps of bubbles, her soft, glistening skin and sexy, long legs. Part of me wanted to shift and merge with her bathwater so I could give her the bubble bath of a lifetime, but tonight was all about Barren. I rubbed her thighs as she finished her glass of wine; then sat behind her to massage her neck and shoulders. The sedative worked faster than I expected. I wasn’t rubbing her shoulders for a full ten minutes before her head fell to the side. I stood up and snapped my fingers in front her face to make sure she was totally unconscious. I drained a few inches of her bathwater; sure, I wanted to get up-close and personal with her husband, but I certainly didn’t want her to drown while I was doing it. I shifted back to vapor and hovered in the ceiling vents above Barren. I watched as he brought his phone call to a close. The room smelled of vanilla and was dimly lit with a little light radiating from a small desk lamp. I was a nervous wreck floating above the president. I tried to ease my nerves by reas
oning that, “I had pulled off some of the most elaborate espionage schemes in history, but I was scared to make a move on one of the sexiest men in history.” Grow some balls Lily. I realized that I had already drugged The First Lady, so there was no turning back now. I had to finish what I started. Barren stood up and walked to a window, hands in his pockets, thinking – like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. While his back was turned, I shifted into the family cat and purred around his lower legs. He knelt down to pick me up and pet me. He stroked my fur gently from head to tail; I purred and rolled my head against his hand in gratitude. He was putting me back on the floor when I shifted into my water form. My nude body mimicked a melting ice sculpture as I shimmered in the moonlight. Neither of us spoke; we just stood there face-to-face. I took a step closer and leaned in to taste his lips. I was relieved when he didn’t reject me and kissed me back. Our kiss was long and intense. He pulled me closer, wrapping his hand around my waist. I slowly let myself flow all over his body, seeping under his collar and cufflinks. I became a liquid body cast surging and pulsating all over his body. He removed his clothes and backed into his desk chair. I made a whirlpool around his throbbing phallus increasing the suction each time he rocked his pelvis. I shifted to my solid form and rode him like the world was ending and this was my last chance. I was so wet you could hear my pussy gushing every time I landed on his lap. There was nonstop kissing and I loved the way he grabbed my ass as we rocked to the same tempo. He put his hand on my breast and drew my aching nipple into his mouth and I came instantly. I tried to disguise my orgasm but my overwhelming quivers gave me away. He stood up with my legs still wrapped around him and propped my ass on his desk. He slid his papers to the side and pressed my back against the cold wood of the desk. I couldn’t get enough. My honey pot clung to every inch of him as he dipped in and out of me. I enjoyed the sound of his heavy breathing, soft grunts and slapping flesh.