Stock Prices by Harrison Coin

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DISCLAIMER: XF and all related characters are property of the benevolent Chris Carter, Fox and 1013. Now you know.

WARNING: I'll give you three guesses as to this story's content. Yep, NC-17.

WARNING #2: If you're only interested in a Mulder/Scully relationship, turn back now. This is the third in a series where I systematically mow through the entire cast of XF. I've already put S&M together, and Langly got laid in the last story, so now it's Byers' turn. Oh, yeah, this story is EXCLUSIVE to this archive. It follows on from "A Perfect Match" but it's not necessary to read that first.

Stock Prices by Harrison Coin

"Your girlfriend's name is Virginia?" Byers and Frohike fell over laughing.

"I don't see what's so damn funny about..."

"Sorry, Langly, it's great that you're getting laid and all, but geez, what a coincedence."

Langly mulled this over for a minute, and then he started laughing too. "Okay, okay, I admit it's sort of funny. But it's quitting time, guys, I'm going over to her house."

Byers got up and brushed dirt off his suit. His beard and clothing were, as usual, impeccable; he had just changed.

"So what are you doing tonight, Byers?"

"Hitting the town, see what's going on. You?"

"No such luck. My dating service's terminal is down again, gotta fix it."

"Oh, gee, have fun."

"Fuck you too. See ya."

"Bye."

"If it's not too forward, may I buy you a drink?"

She looked him over carefully. Fit, although not very much so, trimmed beard, really nice suit. "A fresh drink sounds good. Hi, I'm Marisa."

"Bill."

"Nice to meet you, Bill. So tell me, what do you do?"

"Oh, I work in computer systems. You?"

"Lobbyist for pharmaceutical companies."

Remembering the big story on the news, he said "Fen-Phen?"

"No, thank God, but I do have to defend my company's diet pills as safe. They are safe, it's just people don't follow the damn directions."

"People need directions on everything, and even then they don't follow them." Mulder, he added mentally.

"Amen. There are directions on the most idiotic things. Did you know there are directions on a box of toothpicks?"

"No way."

"I'm serious. Barkeep?"

The bartender took out a small box of toothpicks, and sure enough, there were directions on the side.

Byers cracked up. "Man, proof that people are stupid."

"You're telling me. So what do you do in computers?"

"Mostly programming, a little recovery, some code work."

"Ah. Out of curiosity, are you freelance?"

"Yes, and we can probably whip up any program you want....look, do you really want to talk business?"

Marisa giggled and said "Hell no, I'm just tense." Her figure was like a question mark upside down, no breasts but a great rump. Her long blonde hair was everywhere.

"Well...have you seen Romeo & Juliet?"

"No, but I want to."

"Hmmm. I haven't either...hold on a sec." Byers sprinted out the bar, got a paper, and came back.

"There's a showing five minutes from now in the theater just around the corner."

"Care to take me?"

"It would be my pleasure."

He ran his hands through her silky hair, and she grabbed his crotch. They had had more drinks after the movie, and she had invited him up. He kissed her deeply as she unbuttoned his shirt, and he cupped a breast.

Her gasp made him smile, and his hands went up her skirt, ripping away her panties. Neither wanted nor needed foreplay, they were too drunk. He got the rest of her clothes off and was tonguing her nipples even as she pulled off his pants and underwear.

She leaned against the door, and he slid in, gasping at the feel of warmth and moisture. She moaned, letting gravity doing the work. He thrust harder, and harder, and finally he came. Using his hands, he made her come as well, since he would have felt like a prick for leaving her unfulfilled.

They went to her bedroom.

Byers woke up with a splitting headache.

"I see a day of drinking and debauching has left you hungover." Marisa smiled at him, and he smiled back, getting his clothes off the floor and dressing.

They had a pleasant breakfast, traded cards, and that was it.

Byers started walking back to the Metro, all the while pondering what idiot could possibly need directions to use a toothpick.

END

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