Danton Gore, Sexual Superman

Danton Gore and Ella Houston lay naked on the king-sized bed in their luxury suite at the five-star Embassy Hotel. It was the first time that Gore was escorting this plain-looking, sensitive, thirty-eight year old wife-of-a-general.
“Danton, that was incredible!” Houston gently traced circles on his chest. “All you did was touch my belly button, nothing else, and you brought me to two orgasms in just five minutes. How did you do that?” She lay back lazily on the bed, reached over to her purse, pulled a gin-and-tonic-flavored blue ice crystal out and popped the cherry-sized drug into her mouth. This dosage was the equivalent of ingesting two shots of hard alcohol and was sold by Anheuser-Bush Corporation, Inc., in a multitude of flavors.
“Well, I have a special connection with the universe’s energy. I channel it through me and then into your sacral chakra.”
“Sacral chakra?”
“Yes, one of your seven chakras. It’s the one that influences human sexual energy, located more or less behind your belly button.”
“I’ve heard of the chakras but I never really believed they could actually affect how I feel. Are you some kind of magic man?”
“No, I’m just very practiced at it,” he lied.
Gore looked away from her, going back in time and reliving the day he went hiking alone in the Primm Valley outside of Las Vegas at the age of seventeen. He recollected perfectly the disk-shaped aircraft zigzagging away from him in the early evening desert sky at a tremendously high speed. It nearly vanished over a ridge on the horizon and then abruptly reversed direction and zoomed back towards him. The seventy-foot wide, snow-white metallic ship next hovered motionless fifty feet above him; he had to half-close his eyes to avoid being temporarily blinded. After several seconds in total silence, a small, pink cloud oozed out of the belly of the shining ship and slowly descended towards him. To his surprise, he did not feel afraid and did not run away from what could only be a UFO. He calmly watched as the cloud moved lower and lower, finally enveloping his entire body, every fiber of his being suffused by a strong, loving energy. He looked down at his warm hands and saw that his fingertips were glowing pink. His whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, and he fell, unconscious, to the ground. When he woke up fifteen minutes later, the UFO had gone. Soon after the event, he discovered that when he summoned it, he could use the alien gift of super sexual energy to bring women to intense, multiple orgasms with just a touch. He realized that the energy was both an all-loving, cosmic-spiritual energy as well as a carnal, love-making energy to be shared with as many women as possible. Gore had never told anyone about seeing the UFO; officially reporting a sighting was illegal, punishable by ten years’ imprisonment.
“Danton, are you okay? You sort of drifted off there.”
Gore was pulled back into the present, “Yes, darling, I’m fine. Now, where were we?” he turned Ella onto her stomach and began to caress her buttocks. He looked at the tribal, geometric tattoo in the small of her back. This was a sex-reactive tattoo, the latest rage in America. As Gore continued to excite her, the dark red tattoo began to change colors.
Touching her again on her sacral chakra, she began to moan, and as she came a third time, screaming with pleasure, her tattoo blinked furiously a bright yellow, the color it assumed at climax. “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven,” she panted, rolling from her stomach onto her back and staring at the ceiling, taking a moment to regain her breath. “Danton, that really is incredible. I’ve never had such a strong, loving orgasm before.”
“Well, if you keep seeing me, I can guarantee it won’t be your last. Now, tell me about your husband,” Gore knew that to be a good male escort, one had to be a good listener. “I mean, why did you call me?”
“Well, my husband, four-star general Albert Houston,” she began, happy to have a sympathetic ear on which to unload her unhappiness, “is hardly the loving husband I’d hoped for. Over the years we have grown very far apart, and lately I barely see him at all.”
“Why’s that?”
“It’s that damn New Vegas project. I mean, we’ll be moving there and all, but I’m quite happy here in our fifteen-room mansion. Albert, on the other hand, is bent on helping Bush make New Vegas a luxury fortress for him and his corporate and military buddies. Albert has been working there for weeks at a time, overseeing the construction of a massive military base at Jacob Lake.”
“At Jacob Lake? Twenty miles to the west of New Vegas?” Gore continued stimulating her sacral chakra, delivering her small bursts of sexual pleasure.
“Yes, something about a tank compound to protect the new city from attacks from the west. He said it was already ready for occupation by the Defenders of the Light and that the confidential story is that the city is also ready to be inhabited.” She paused for a minute. “Can we talk about something else, please?”
“Of course.” Gore quickly considered this information because the official story was that New Vegas would not be inhabited for at least another month. Again the male escort, he said, “Why don’t you tell me what Albert does to you that you like the most, and I’ll improve on it.”
Ella Houston began to weep.
“What is it, darling?”
“He hasn’t touched me in more than a year. He’s developed some rather strange habits lately.”
“Like what?”
“Well, he’s worn black fish-net stockings under his combat fatigues for years. But yesterday, I noticed that my pink, silk-lace bra was gone from its drawer.” Gore’s client now openly cried.
“Shhhh. I’m here for you. You make sure that you call me again soon.”