Chapter 8: Ancestry
Chapter 8 of Part II: Magic of the series Awakened Ecstasy of a Divine Death
Simon couldn’t believe it was so easy. The idea came to him in a spark of a moment. At the time, he nearly dismissed the idea at hand. Who would give up the information so easily, much less pay for it!
It was about a year after Eva and Simon found Mona. After mapping Mona’s DNA sequence and the sequences of the other two women, he found the common mapping. Initially he assumed it was likely a common sequence for women and so he cross referenced with his database. The database had information for the sequences of all studied women from around the globe. Simon could not find the same gene sequence in any of the database data. He couldn’t believe it. It was almost as if nature had inserted an extra set of genes into the usual string.
In order to determine where the gene originated, Simon began mapping the DNA ancestry for all three women back from whatever information he could find. He made it back about six generations before he found any commonality. Each of the women had a bloodline descendent that resided in the North India or Nepal regions.
However, that wasn’t all he found. He went back to the database and pulled all the women who also had bloodlines from that region extending back hundreds if not thousands of years. In every other instance, all the other DNA mappings had commonalities tracing back to the Khan Dynasty. However, the three women from his experiments had no genetic tracings from the Mongols.
This was impossible. The Mongolian bloodline was pervasive. Nearly every tribe in the Himalayan region would have had some run in with a Khan. Simon needed more data.
It was at dinner one evening that he had the idea for Lineage Corp. He was watching a common street magician. The magician operated in illusion, not true magic, but Simon was still entertained. She was a pretty little thing standing five foot three, with green eyes and straight redhair. She wasn’t dressed like the other clownish Vegas street hustlers. She was dressed in an elegant light blue summer dress that called attention. Innocent, yet provocative.
She was young, probably only about twenty years of age, but seemed to have many more years in wisdom. Simon could tell she had spent time on the streets. The woman was slight but sinewy and strong. A person with the build of an acrobat or gymnast. Perhaps someone skilled in fighting. He wasn’t sure but he found her tantalizing.
As she worked the crowd, she asked a series of general questions. Based on the answers that people called out she was able to select the more susceptible targets for her tricks. At one point, she called up a man in his twenties wearing a t-shirt that said Jesus saves.
The man was very good looking and Simon had witnessed him heckling the magician with sexually charged catcalls. He was also overly confident. Well done, Simon thought, arrogance and self righteousness and stupidity make the best qualities of a sucker.
The street magician made the man a wager. If she could guess the number he was thinking of, she would pay him half the money in his wallet. If she could not, she would go on a date with the man that very night. She then asked him to check his wallet and write on a sheet of paper how much money he currently had in his wallet.
As he proceeded to follow her directions, the magician worked the crowd, asking the man a series of questions about himself. Where are you from? How old are you? Single? Of course, everyone in Vegas is!
Simon watched as this man provided personal information that would make an identity hacker blush. The trick carried on for a bit as the girl subliminally planted a number in the man’s head. When she divulged the number, the man turned red. “How’d you know?” He exclaimed with his southern twang.
“A magician never tells. I’ll tell you what, since you were such a good sport, I won’t even take your money and I’ll let you take me out tonight… of course, you’re gonna spend a lot more than what you have in your wallet on me!” The crowd roared and proceeded to drop fives and tens into the tip hat passed around.
The man was attractive, Simon thought, but he was an idiot. This woman was far too intelligent to be beguiled by a pretty boy yokel. Thinking he might learn something, he decided to follow the young lady to see where this was headed.
After another hour watching her do a common sleight of hand, the girl announced, “Thank you everyone, I’m Delaney and it’s time for me to disappear!” She packed up her magicians kit and stuffed the proceeds from the tip jar into her jacket pocket and made a hasty exit.
Unfamiliar with Las Vegas, Simon had a bit of trouble keeping up with Delaney as she made her way on foot away off the strip and through a number of unremarkable neighborhoods. They were moving so quickly, Simon couldn’t keep track of the turns, but he was confident that he could get a taxi back to familiar territory if needed so he kept on. Besides, the last time he pursued an adventure like this, it changed his life forever.
Delaney eventually led them to a neighborhood with single story ranch houses that looked as though they’d all been cut from the same mold. She walked up to a non-descript front door and entered through an unlocked screen door straight into the living room. Simon watched from a safe distance. In order to seem non-descript he pretended to be interested in the handful of ‘for sale’ properties on the street.
It wasn’t long before Delaney reappeared. She was dressed to kill. She now had let her long blond hair fall down onto her shoulders. She wore a black silk evening dress with spaghetti straps and a skirt line that was well above her knee line and hugged her petite frame. Her face was now made up differently. When Simon had seen her earlier, she didn’t look much older than eighteen or nineteen, but now she looked like a mature woman in her late twenties.
As she left the front door, an older attractive woman came around from the backyard in a bikini. “Carla?... Ist that you?”
“Uh yeah mom… I’m headed out. Gotta date.”
“Isn’t it a school night? Who are you going out with?”
“Someone I met at work.”
“Carla, you HAVE to work on those college applications. Did you talk to your guidance counselor today?”
“Mom, I swear that I will discuss this with you in much more detail, but right now, I am late.”
Delaney or Carla, Simon wasn’t sure, tried to make her way to the sidewalk as a man came from the same direction as the woman. “Carla, what’s up kid?” The man was in his fifties, shirtless, with tattoos fully covering his upper body from the base of his neck down to his waist.
“Hey Steve… what’s up,” Delaney called back a bit cautiously.
“You headed out? We’re all hanging at the pool, come join us.”
“She’s going out on a date on a school night!”, Delaney’s mother objected.
“She is eighteen, what are you going to do, Trish.” Steve consoled.
“Well she still has her college applications to do.”
“College ain’t everything babe. A pretty girl like Carla here can find a ton of ways to make a living,” Steve sneered. Even Simon, a devil worshiping witch, felt the vulgarity of Steve’s statement.
By now, Delaney was back on the street. Simon was so intent on watching the whole interaction that he didn’t realize how close had gotten to Delaney’s house.
“Hey, don’t I know you?” Delaney called from across the street. She was walking straight toward him and looked quite irritated.
“Uh… no… I don’t think so. I’m here waiting for my realtor.” Simon tried.
“No fucking way! You were at the street show today!” Delaney accused, her voice noticeably quieter.
Simon realized she didn’t want her parents to hear. He used this to buy some time. “Look, it's not what you think, I can explain.”
“You a cop?”, Delaney asked.
“No… far to the contrary. I am a different… type…. of magician. I assume you are headed back to meet the young gentleman from your show today. If you let me walk you back to the strip, I can explain.”
As they walked back to the strip, Simon explained his reasons for finding Delaney so intriguing and told Delaney just enough about himself for her to be curious. Delaney, in turn, explained to Simon a bit about why he agreed to see the man this afternoon. They walked back to a casino called the Stratosphere.
Simon followed Delaney to the bar. They pulled up to the bar and she ordered a Vodka Tonic. The bartender didn’t bother to ask for her proof of age. Simon sat next to her and ordered a martini.
“He will be here any minute so you are going to have to hit the road”, Delaney insisted.
“Delaney, this is so entertaining! You must let me observe. I will tell you what, if you let me, I will definitely make it worth your while.”
Delaney considered it for a moment. “Okay. You can observe, but if you are going to be part of this you can make yourself useful. This is a room key for room 309. At exactly 11pm, I need you to come barging in and pretend to be my father. Do you carry a gun?”
“I don’t”, Simon deferred.
“Too bad… okay, well, maybe lose the tie and try to look as intimidating and crazy mad as possible.”
Delaney finished her drink and made her way to the other side of the bar. In the fifteen minutes that she sat alone, about six men accosted her. She was not subtle in her deferrals.
Justin, the mark for the evening, stepped up to the bar just after 8. In the night club lighting, Justin looked dashing. He had traded in his Harley Davidson t-shirt for a dark blue dress shirt and had changed into a nice pair of jeans. He actually looks nice, Simon thought.
He bought himself and Delaney a round of drinks. Simon was too far to hear what they were discussing, but he could see that Delaney was pouring it on thick. She was laughing at every joke and touched him as much as possible. After the drink, Simon followed the couple out of the bar and across the casino floor, where they eventually stopped at a steakhouse. The place wasn’t so busy and Simon was able to get a table within earshot of the couple.
Dining alone was a bit awkward, but Simon made the best of it. He ordered a steak and listened attentively while trying not to draw suspicion.
“So, Delaney, what do you do for fun around here in Vegas?”, Justin asked suggestively.
“Oh, you know the usual. I hang on the strip when I’m not working and hit the tables a bit. Before I started with the magic show, I was a regular at the Sapphire… “
“No way, you were a stripper!”, Justin interrupted.
Boys were so easy, Delaney thought, just dangle any carrot in front of their dicks.
Casual conversation carried through as they shared their meal. Simon didn’t hear anything out of the ordinary and although Simon was rooting against it,he thought Justin was actually quite the gentleman. Of course, as Ava had taught him, there is always a darkside.
As Justin and Delaney stood up to leave, Delaney casually dropped her room key. Justin retrieved it. “What’s this?”, he asked.
“Oh, the funniest thing. I got in early and I figured I’d play a bit. I was at a table for just about twenty minutes and they comped me a room!” Delaney lied.
“Cool. But I thought you lived in Vegas.” Justin inquired
“Yeah but you know. I have roommates and sometimes I wouldn’t want to bring a hot date back to my place.” Delaney flirted.
“In fact, I’m done with being out. Let’s get a bottle and go up to the room!”
Justin paid the bill and they left the casino. Delaney led them to a liquor store a block off the strip with a cash only sign. Simon watched as they went to the counter and Justin tried to offer a card. He then watched as Delaney feigned to pay for the bottle with her cash. As a gentleman Justin wouldn’t have it and so they walked out and across the street to a cash machine. Justin didn’t seem to mind as Delaney watched him enter his pin.
They went back and retrieved the bottle. Simon followed them from a distance back to the hotel. When they entered the elevator, Simon went back to the bar to find some courage for his emotional entrance.
In the room, Delaney asked Justin to open the bottle while she used the bathroom. Delaney freshened up with some mint on her teeth and a spritz of perfume. She re-applied her lipstick and checked her hair before she came out. Justin was sitting in a chair with a glass of wine.
“I can’t believe you were a stripper.” Justin offered.
“Well, maybe put on some music.” Justin surfed radio stations on the alarm clock radio by the bed until he found a Britany Spears song he recognized.
“Oops I did it again… nice.. “, Delaney agreed.
Delaney started to dance. As she did so, she let the straps of her dress fall off her shoulders and allowed the dress to wriggle down to her breast. Justin, sitting back in the chair, watched with a dumbfounded look. Delaney shimmied the dress down further so that it fell below her bra. She put a leg up on the bed and pulled up her skirt so that Justin could get a peak at her thong.
She turned around and hiked her dress up as she leaned against the bed just a few feet from Justin’s face, writhing her ass at him. He watched delighted. “Man, this is the best strip club I’ve ever been to”, he joked.
Delaney turned, gave Justin a determined look, pushed his head away as she undid her bra and pulled Justin’s face into her bosom. She climbed onto him and started rubbing slowly up and down on him. The song had changed, but Delaney didn’t care. She just rubbed against him.
She began to unbutton his shirt and then sat up just enough to unhook Justin’s belt. Justin helped by pulling his jeans down to his thighs and Delaney helped them all the way off. She could see the bulge protruding from his boxers and she picked up her skirt and gently lowered herself onto it. As she began dry-humping Justin through his boxers, she whispered,
“Justin, I have to tell you something.”
Justin was too distracted for conversation. “Sure what is it.”
“Well, I haven’t been totally honest with you.”
“About what?”
“Well, I’m not exactly twenty three.”
Justin stopped for a moment. “How old are you?”
“I’m seventeen.”
For a moment, Delaney thought, even wished, Justin would do the right thing. From Justin’s initial reaction, it seemed like he might stop things from going forward. Suddenly, Justin sneered. “Well, you look twenty three to me.” He pulled Delaney in, kissing her roughly. He picked her up and pushed her onto the bed.
Delaney hadn’t been expecting Justin to suddenly turn so rough. “Whoa, Justin, slow it down.” Justin ignored her. He ripped his boxers down and exposed his attentive cock. “Just go with it girl. It’s too late to change your mind now.” He admonished.
Justin lifted Delaney’s hips pushing back her skirt. Ripping her panties to one side he tried to enter her with a harsh thrust. Delaney yelped from the pain as he thrust hard against her pelvic bone. She shrieked which only caused Justin to grip her more painfully. She looked at the clock. It was 10:45. There was still way too much time before she could count on Simon.
Justin turned her over, pulling her panties down, bending Delaney over the bed. “Wait, Justin, hold on. I just need a minute.” Delaney pleaded.
This only encouraged Justin. He started calling her names. “Take this you fucking bitch. Yeah you like this? Who’s your daddy?” Delaney had to close her eyes and grind down on her teeth. Things had never gotten this far before. It was out of her control. Justin had one hand pushing Delaney’s face down while his other hand grabbed her ass roughly, positioning her so he could jab himself into her.
Delaney squirmed just enough to force Justin to stop for a moment. She took the opportunity to thrust a leg back hard enough to push him off her. As he stumbled back, she turned and pushed him back into the chair. With his jeans still around his ankles, Justin fell awkwardly and easily into the chair.
Delaney could only think about buying time. She feigned participation. “You want it rough? Okay, I like that.”
She grabbed Justin’s hand and put it against her throat. Justin put a tight grip on her throat, firm enough to cause discomfort but still not harsh enough to stop all airflow. Delaney then grabbed for Justin’s hard cock. She started to jerk as Justin sat back smiling.
“Oh yeah. That’s nice, but you know I want to be inside you.” Justin sneered.
“Not yet. Not yet.” Delaney gasped, pretending that she was getting off herself.
She grabbed Justin’s hand and motioned for him to stroke himself as Delaney knelt before him. She pretended to masturbate along with him while putting her face by his cock, implying for him to release himself all over her face.
“Let it go. Shoot it at me.” She could wash him off her face, but no way he was going to put that thing inside her.
Justin jerked with enthusiasm and suddenly made a gulping motion, froze and shot a white stream of cum at Delaney. As he let go, Delaney moved to the side with such agility, Justin was seated facing the door shooting his sperm onto the carpet when the door clicked.
“What the FUCK is going on here?,” Simon rushed in. His eyes were red from alcohol and he looked like a Demon possessed.
Justin, naked with his dick still in his hands exclaimed, “Who the fuck are you?”
“Delaney, how could you? We talked about this. What will I tell your mother!” Simon screamed. For effect, he took a desk chair and pushed it over. He then looked at Justin.’
“You!”
“Whoa, old man. I don’t know nothing about any of this. Girl told me she was twenty three. Thought we was just two consenting adults”
“Twenty three! She is Sixteen!”
Justin looked horrified. “You said seventeen!”
He scrambled for his pants as Simon grabbed Delaney and her dress and pushed her into the bathroom. “Get dressed!”
Justin took the opportunity to run out of the room.
In moments, Simon called, “Coast is clear.”
Delaney came out of the bathroom smiling. “$800 in cash an Amex Gold and a bank card. Let’s go hit the ATM’s first and then go shopping.”
“Won’t he report the wallet to the police?”, Simon asked.
“No way. He’s married. If he did, he’d have to explain what he was doing up here with a sixteen year old girl. Nice touch by the way, but I am really nineteen. Anyway, he will sit in his hotel room and think of ways he can track me down. He won’t report a thing missing and he’ll try to find me on the strip tomorrow, but I’ll be wearing my new Gucci’s to school. When he can’t find me, he’ll report the credit card as stolen and the bank card, but not the cash.”
“How do you know he’s married?”
“Well, tan line on his finger… oh and he had this in his pocket.” She held up a gold engraved wedding ring. She read the encryption “Love you always 10 - 14 -1999. Damn, less than a year and he’s already cheating.”
As they left the room , the idea hit Simon. This girl practically got the guy to give him all his private info. What if Simon could do the same? What if he told people he could break down their DNA and identify their full family tree if they sent in a sample. He could get people to PAY HIM for giving him the information he needed.
“Delaney… you are a very bright, impressive young lady. How would you like a spot in my organization? Let me tell you a bit more about myself before you answer.”