Chapter 8
But you can give them to the birds and bees
When he entered his room the concierge was still sleeping, apparently she had a snoring problem.
Nom took a moment to put the blood clot back into her cerebral cortex, and wished her awake. He tweaked the blood clot's location so that she would be able to recall facts and figures, but nothing else. She came to.
Nom walked over to the pile of her clothing, and flipped over her suit jacket. Finding her name tag, he said: "Bethany, can you hear me?"
With a very confused look on her face she nodded yes.
"Good. My name is Nom, and I'm here to help you. You want me to help you right?"
Again Bethany answered with a confused nod and sat up. Some of her basic behaviors seemed to be subconscious, since she modestly held the sheet to shield her chest.
Nom came over to the bed and brushed her hair from her face. "Bethany, do you have a bank?"
With a dry somewhat disembodied and raspy voice she answered. "Yes."
Nom walked over to the mini bar and poured a glass of sparkling water. He walked back to the bed and held the glass out to her. "Here, Bethany, drink this, it will make your throat feel better."
To himself Nom thought: Given that she's a Mormon, I would have thought she would have more experience deep throating. I thought that they were into preserving their cherries by joining 'Rainbow Clubs. I'll have to have her gargle a bit before I try that again.
When she had finished the water, Nom put the glass on the floor and sat down on the bed next to her. He put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer. "Bethany, what bank do you use?"
Bethany looked confused for a moment. The low blood supply, and damage from the last clot, were making it difficult for her to recall. "Um…" She licked her lips. "The name of my bank is… Element yes… Element."
Nom reached over to the foot of the bed where he had left his laptop. Brining it over and turning it on, he told it to search for the hotel Wi-Fi. In a moment he was online. He opened TOR and went to the Element website.
"Bethany, what is your social?" Nom said without looking at her.
Bethany did not respond, she seemed lost in the world of her head, trying to get some sort of grip on her self-identity.
Nom put a finger under her chin and turned her face towards his. "Bethany, what is your social?" She looked confused and worn-out by the effort of recalling. He needed to bring her into the moment and out of her efforts to recall who she was. He slid the sheet down from her chest, enjoying the view for a moment. Sighing with the effort to restrain himself, Nom grabbed her left nipple and pinched it.
"313-00-2319" she blurted out with a gasp.
Rubbing her now bruised nipple to sooth her, Nom entered the numbers with his left hand. "Good job, Bethany, we are making progress. Now what is the password for your bank account?"
Hoping that she would need more help coming back to reality, Nom pulled the sheet down to her waist, he was about to reach, when she said "T r u t h i s a l l 2 7"
Disappointed, Nom put the answer in.
Element said that it did not recognize his computer and needed three security questions answered. Bethany had gone back to staring forward with a look of concentration on her face.
"I… can't" she kept muttering to herself.
Nom turned her face to him again. "Bethany what is the name of your high school mascot?" He said, putting his hand between her legs.
She looked him in the eyes but seemed dazed. She flinched from the touch, trying to close her legs, and replied: "Ground Hogs."
Nom reached farther in. "And the name of your first pet?"
Her gaze started to drift. Her left hand started to push his away. "Red" she replied.
Nom moved to stay in her line of sight, and push his hand the rest of the way up. Finding his mark, he began squeezing her clitoris. "And who was your first kiss?" He asked.
"Timmy!" she said, gasping at the sensation, staring into his eyes.
"Thank you, Bethany." He said, rubbing her clitoris to sooth the pain. The stimulation caused the usual look of arousal in her eyes.
Well I guess that too is subconscious. He thought.
He now had access to her accounts. Looking around he saw that she was a diligent saver, her savings account had what must be close to half a year's pay for her in it.
Bingo he thought. Nom opened a second window and opened a Bit Coin dealer site. Making an account was a matter of only a few minutes. Then, using her account information, he turned her savings into Bit Coins. With the numbers of the coins, it was only a matter of seconds. He used a third window to transfer those coins to his dark web account.
Just like that, the concierge as he still preferred to name her, had not only served one purpose, she had given him enough funds to keep him flush for months. Nom knew that it was only a matter of time before his normal bank accounts and ID were flagged. After all, his company must have called the police by now wondering why their GPS tracked trailer had not moved in three quarters of a day. The school was closed for the holiday weekend, but the cops would find the bodies; then they would start to ask questions. He needed clean money.
The bit coins could be cashed out with only a little bit of effort. There were still so many things to do. He needed to take his experiment to the next level by attacking a mass target. He had already decided to hit the church of Joel Ater; it was simply too rich of an opportunity to pass up given as he was only a day's drive away. He needed to research the target, get a new ID, and cash out the bit coins.
He closed the lap top, and guided Bethany to lay down on her back…