Julie 09

by Michele deBes

“Julie 09, take a seat.” Said Joe, looking up. Small, slim, blonde hair, blue eyes. He compared her to the image on his screen and saw there was no difference. Even though his scanner confirmed her identity he always liked to do a visual check.

“I’m Joe Faber, security officer G53.” He said.

“Please to meet you sir,” she said, folding her delicate hands in her lap, her face composed and emotionless.

“Just Joe, please. Let me start by assuring you that your work has been exemplary and the company values your contribution immensely.” He said.

“Thankyou ... Joe.” She said with a small smile.

He shifted his bulk, rubbing a hand behind his massive neck, then smoothing the stubble of dark hair back down.

“I’ll get straight to the point. Someone has been systematically killing your sisters out on the satellites. We suspect someone from the anti-clone lobby. We believe you life could be in danger.”

“I see.” She said and her fine brows momentarily creased in to a puzzled frown then smoothed back over her clear blue eyes.

He suppressed a shudder. He hadn’t met a Julie before, clones designed for high stress decision making, and her composure in the face of a life threatening situation unnerved him.

“I have been assigned to be your personal bodyguard until the culprit is apprehended. It’s 24 hour surveillance, sorry but I’m going to be your best buddy until this is over.” He said rising from behind his desk.

“I understand.” She said rising. Her smile was broader this time and softened her eyes.

At least these Julies have a sense of humour, he thought as he ushered her from the room.

At the end of her shift he accompanied her to her apartment in an expensive block over looking the park. She let him through the door first and he whistled softly.

“You Julies pull in the big bucks.” He said gazing around the spacious room. “Very nice, very ... homey.” He had expected something cold and clinical to match her personality and the warm relaxed decor took him by surprise.

“Thanks Joe, I like it.” She said closing and locking the door behind her.

“Stay there while I check the rooms.” He said and began his sweep.

Various articles of clothing were scattered around the bedroom. Panties hung from the door nob to the ensuite and he felt the expensive silk as he opened the door and looked into the wide eyes of a Julie lying bound and gagged on the tiles.

He spun quickly to meet the heel of the other Julie’s shoe as she struck his jaw with a well placed kick before darting away.

“You, you’re the killer.” He growled as he lunged after her into the bedroom.

“Yes ME.” She laughed, her face twisted and unrecognisable, eyes slits of rage.

For all his bulk he was fast but she was faster as more blows connected. He just grunted barely registering the pain in his augmented flesh, marvelling at her agility as she slipped through his manoeuvres. Silver flashed by his face and he felt a trickly of blood on his cheek and the instant heaviness as the drug hit his system.

“Bitch.” He gasped, going for the stunner at his hip. Her barrage of fast kicks deflected his hand as he lumbered after her until he fell paralysed across the bed. She rolled him over and climbed on top.

“Yes it’s me Joe, Julie the bitch, the real Julie.” She said, her hot breath panting on his face. “You’re one and only.”

She pressed her lips over his mouth, sliding her tough against his teeth. “No one can love you like I do Joe.” She whispered, smiling down into his wide eyes, her hips grinding rhythmically into his stomach.

“I’m Julie, I’m Julie,” she crooned as her thumbs held his eyelids open till the last moment then let them slide back over his dead eyes as she climaxed over him.

“Sorry sweetie, there can only be one Julie and I was the first.” She whispered as she pressed the hypo in the pulsing neck of Julie 09.