Author: Frederick T.
Title: You a Wise Guy ?
Part: 1 of 1
Universe: Stories of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
Summary:
Keywords: (rape, violence)(Mf+ MF oral anal)(voy)(MF+ sm anal oral)
Language: English

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   @(C) 1999 Frederick T.  Commercial use in any form requires the written
permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes to the
  National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL) and/or the
                           American Cancer Society.

                               !!!  WARNING !!!

    The following material is a sex story, intended for adults only - however 
you want to define them.  The author accepts no responsibility should this 
material fall into the hands of minors or people who would be upset reading 
the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual experiences that are 
obviously pure fantasy.  These stories are written to stand alone but are 
based on characters and plots introduced in some of my previous writing.  If 
you like these stories you might also like "The Adventures of Willy Tamarack," 
"Shack, Lead !" and "The Travels of Willy Tamarack."  Characters who appear in 
previous works will be identified with (WT-A#3) behind their names the first 
time they appear in "The Stories."  The code is as follows: WT-A = The 
Adventures of Willy T., SL = "Shack, Lead !", WT-T = The Travels of Willy T.  
The number(s) following the letters refer to the adventure(s), chapter(s) or 
trip(s) in which the character appears.  It should go without saying; any 
resemblance between the characters in this account and real people, either 
living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

    If you're still searching for the perfect world that Willy has apparently 
found ?  In other words: none of his friends contract sexually transmitted 
diseases; nobody has bad breath; nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few 
of Willy's friends have any sexual inhibitions or hang-ups and if they do, 
they quickly lose them; everyone always has an orgasm and almost all of the 
people live happily ever after.  Well, you're probably as close to finding it 
here as anywhere else.  Remember though, we are all God's children and should 
treat each other as such.

    A friend of mine once told me, "A day without sex, is a day without joy."  
As always, e-mail your comments to the usual.

                                WILLY TAMARACK
                             ONE MORE TIME AGAIN,
                                 FOR A WHILE
                                 THE STORIES

                              "You a Wise Guy ?"
                               (rape, violence)
                              (Mf+ MF oral anal)
                                    (voy)
                              (MF+ sm anal oral)

                                      by
                                 Frederick T.

        With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution

                             ***** PROLOGUE *****

    I woke sweating but it wasn't that hot.  I was sleeping alone but sharing 
the night with the past...Shit !  Maybe it's the future, must be the dope.....

    The young lady was very good looking with a terrific body and wasn't 
wearing a thing.  Her breasts were about the size of cantaloupes with very 
prominent nipples poking out of areolae the size of silver dollars.  She was 
taking a drag off a marijuana cigarette although it looked more like a small 
cigar.  Her lungs were full of smoke and made her breasts push out of her 
chest more grotesquely.  They were very large.  Her long, dark hair fell down 
around her shoulders but wasn't long enough to cover her breasts or nipples.

    She was sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs spread, consciously 
or unconsciously, the old man didn't know.  Her cunt was totally shaved with 
just a small patch of trimmed, dark hair up on her mons.  The old man was 
staring at what appeared to be moisture forming on her cunt lips.  He looked 
up and found her staring at him.

    He smiled at her and noticed her glancing at his crotch.  He had a reltne 
in his jeans, felt light headed, all the blood having left his brain for his 
groin.  It hurt it was so hard.  The young lady was again staring at his face 
but he noticed her legs were now opening and closing.  He'd heard that was a 
form of mental masturbation.  He laughed a soft laugh and lowered his head to 
the view finder.

    She was perfectly framed and kept opening and closing her legs.  He took a 
shot every time her legs spread and zoomed right in to get a good shot of her 
cunt lips, fat and so inviting.  His free hand grasped his cock and stroked it 
a bit.  They hardly ever noticed right away, especially after they'd smoked 
some of his weed.

    This one was quick and almost immediately let one of her hands slide down 
her flat stomach and play with the hair on her mons.  The old man kept 
snapping away while slowly pulling his zipper down.  He always felt it turned 
them on if he played with himself and they were always amazed that his cock 
never got soft...Well, not until long after he'd plowed it in and out of them 
for what seemed like hours but that was probably the dope.

    She was teasing her plump cunt lips with her fingers and he was stroking 
his bare hardon.  He noticed her hips start to wiggle around on the mattress 
and figured that in just a few minutes the shoot would be over and she'd be 
sucking him.  After that he planned on eating her clean shaven cunt until she 
begged him to fuck her.  They almost always did.  The old guy prided himself 
on his ability to eat pussy and would often go at them for twenty, thirty 
minutes...Until their orgasms were coming about every two or three minutes.  
After that, fucking them was almost a let down...Almost.

    She'd hooked her heels on to the bed railing, was arching her hips and 
cunt up off the mattress...Had a finger in herself and the old man figured she 
was just about to cum.  He stepped away from the camera and dropped his jeans 
then ripped off his "T" shirt.  He moved toward her.

    The young lady's eyes were slits, whether from the dope or her excitement, 
he didn't care.  He had his hands in her hair, was drawing her face to his 
engorged member...

    "Hey !  What the fuck is going on ?  Why...You mother fucker...You're a 
dead man...Fucker !"

    The younger man rushed across the room, his hand going for the gun at the 
small of his back, under his coat.  The naked, old guy was much quicker than 
he looked and through the window while the younger man struggled to get at his 
gun.  Kneeling at the window, the young guy could see a shadow moving off 
through the desert.  He aimed and squeezed off a shot...Saw the dust kick up 
just to the left of the running figure.  He steadied his aim but before he 
could fire again the old man disappeared into the darkness.

    The old man had sprinted for almost a hundred seconds and was gasping for 
breath.  The desert air was cool but sweat was pouring off him.  That was 
fucking close...And the gun shot was too close...Way too close.  He slowed to 
an easy trot and figured the young guy would never catch him now.

    The mound came out of nowhere and he tripped over it.  On the other side 
was a shallow grave and as the old man got to his knees, found a body lying in 
it.  The corpse had long, graying hair; was wearing a blue nylon windbreaker 
with khaki shorts and blue topsider tennis shoes.....

                           ***** CHAPTER ONE *****

    Rich Clark was sitting in the upstairs bedroom.  He'd been watching the 
tape for a little over an hour...Just got it yesterday...The guy who gave it 
to him said it was the best gang bang video he'd ever seen...The guy had to 
know it was his wife...Shit !  Maybe he really didn't ?  Rich didn't care as 
he counted the eighth different guy fucking her...Usually two...Sometimes 
three at a time.  The cunt was an animal.  As pissed as he was, his cock was 
hard as rock as he watched Connie sucking, fucking and taking loads of 
cum...Up the ass, on her face, in her cunt.

    Somebody knew it was his wife and arranged for this guy to offer him the 
tape...He was positive.  Who sent him this shit ??  Fuck !  He'd never seen 
his wife so brazen, so sluttish.  Yea !  He knew she liked to fuck but it was 
always to please him...Get him more pussy...He was the only one to really get 
her rocks off but here she was yelling and screaming for more cock and not one 
of them was his.  His temples hurt, blood pumping though his head.

    He heard the garage door open and then close a few minutes later.  The 
bitch was home.  He stayed in the chair and continued to watch as a black guy, 
with a cock about as long as his, pumped what seemed like a quart of semen on 
to his wife's face.  Her mouth was open, trying to capture the guy's load.  
She even leaned up and captured the guy's softening pecker with her mouth, to 
suck and lick it clean.  The blood was surging through his body.  He heard 
Connie walking up the stairs.

    When Connie poked her head into the study she knew it was time.  She 
recognized the room and even the guy fucking her doggie style.  God !  He had 
a nice cock.  She remembered him flooding her intestines with semen and then 
there were two more after him.  She tried to protect herself but Rich was all 
over her, beating her with his fists, driving his knee into her groin...Her 
stomach.  She fell to the ground but the beating continued and finally the 
bliss of unconsciousness over came her and she passed into "never never" land.

    Rich was beat.  The bitch didn't even try to fight back...Hardly tried to 
protect herself.  The cunt !  He was sweating like a pig but still had a 
hardon like a crow bar in his jeans.  He ripped off Connie's jeans and rolled 
her to her stomach.  It was dry.  He had to force it in but better to hurt her 
with and Rich wanted to hurt her.  The cunt !  The next morning he threw her 
out on the lawn after forcing every perversion he knew on her.  Let the bitch 
die fucking guys to feed herself.  He was starting a new life if he could just 
get the board of directors to forget about the half million they thought he 
embezzled from the company.

                                    *****

    Almost everyone at the gate was staring at the woman who appeared to be 
crippled as she walked off the plane.  She was wearing a big floppy hat and a 
scarf attempting to cover her face but that couldn't hide the beating she'd 
taken.  Carol rushed to help her but Connie pushed her away and walked by 
herself as they moved through the concord.  Neither of the women spoke.

    They were in the Camery on the way to the condo.  When Connie pulled off 
the hat and scarf, Carol sucked in her breath.  Both eyes were black and blue 
and there were several bruises on her cheeks.  "How bad was it, Connie ?"

    "Fucking piece of cake, Carol...What the fuck does it look like ?"

    "Don't worry...It'll be worth it...Your husband have any clue about the 
sting ?"

    "Fuck you, Carol...Is that all you can think about ?  The fucker half 
beats me to death and all you're worried about is the money angle...You cunt."

    "Fuck you, too.  You agreed to this...I didn't force you...You could have 
backed out at any time and spent the rest of your life with him..."

    The next morning, Carol put Connie up in a very exclusive private clinic.  
She was getting the very best of care.  When Carol visited, Connie always 
asked about Willy but Carol put her off with.  "Shit !  We can't let him see 
you like this.  He'll go crazy.  Hey !  Did I tell you about the job I've 
lined up for you ?"
                                                 
                           ***** CHAPTER TWO *****

    "Where'd you find this ?"  The man was wearing a warm up sweat suit and 
sitting back behind a big desk.  The room was dark and the air conditioner 
kept going on and off, like it wasn't working properly.  "And when are you 
going to get the fucking air conditioner fixed ?"

    The other man was sitting in a comfortable, stuffed chair across from the 
desk.  "Shit !  Boss, it's January...Only going to be in the low seventies 
today...But the air conditioning guy will be here in an hour.  And I got the 
tape from Jay, Elija.  He says it's the hottest thing going.  You recognize 
some of the guys in it ?  Some of them are our guys !"

    "I don't give a shit how hot it is.  I want the fucking thing fixed 
today...No fucking excuses."  Elija paused for a few moments, staring at the 
TV.  The sound was turned down but the gang bang was still going strong.  The 
two of them had watched it for almost fifteen minutes before turning the sound 
down.  "You sure this is the Tamarack broad...And who's the other bitch ?"

    "Positive...And the other broad...You're not going to believe 
this...Tamarack's high school girl friend.  You remember that sting we heard 
about last Fall...that thing in California ?"

    Elija just nodded his head.  The guy across from the big desk continued.  
"Well, guess what...It was this broad's husband who got burned...Gave five 
hundred g's to some guys posing as political fucks...Were going to grease his 
company for some import-export shit and then disappeared with the money...A 
couple of months later the husband receives a copy of what we're watching in 
the mail or something ?  He kicks her out on her ass after beating the shit 
out of her."

    The man behind the desk looked up toward the ceiling.  "Stephan...How deep 
in the shit is this Tamarack guy ?  And is it any good ?"

    "Shit !  Boss...He's small time.  Teeny bopper crowd...Goes to some of 
their parties...Gives it away free most of the time but I've heard he's got a 
couple young cunts working the high schools and the stupid fuck lets them keep 
most of the money.  He manages it in some account for their college education. 
There's quite a buzz about this college shit...Still he's small time...But 
it's quality weed.  Also heard he's made some movies...For Jay.  Teeny bopper 
stuff mostly...Again, small time...But real popular and high quality.  He 
edited the video we're watching is what I hear."

    "He edited the shit we're watching ?"  Stephan just nodded his head, his 
eyes glued to the screen as Carol Whitouski Tamarack appeared to be screaming 
for another young stud to fuck her.  Her body was covered with who knows how 
many loads of jizzim.  It was in her hair, dribbling down her breasts and 
flowing out of her cunt like a river.  In the background the other broad, at 
least ten years older, was on her knees taking a guy doggie style while she 
alternated between two hard cocks with her mouth.

    "And this is Tamarack's wife ?"  Again, Stephan just nodded...His eyes 
still glued to the TV.  "Stephan...Pay attention."  Stephan looked over at 
Elija.  "Get the word out...I want to meet this Tamarack guy and the broad.  I 
don't care how it's set up...But I want it to be a set up...Maybe, some kind 
of favor for the fucker...Or better yet...He does us some kind of favor.  He 
still shooting our girls...Right ?"

    "Yea, Elija...Good work, too.  But I think he's fucking just about 
everyone of them...And they're always flush with dope after one of his 
shoots."

    "Who gives a fuck about that...God !  These women are animals...Any of our 
guys fucking the Tamarack broad regular ?"

    "Not sure, Elija...I'll check on it."

    "Then...What are you waiting for Stephan...Get on it...Now !"  Stephan 
jumped up and headed for the door.  Elija just stared at the screen.  Two 
black guys were sandwiching the Tamarack broad and it appeared she was 
screaming for more.  Elija had a hardon like he hadn't had in quite a 
while...And he was a guy who didn't go without for long.  He reached for the 
phone and then fingered his rolodex for a bit.

    "Drug Enforcement Agency...Special Agent Montana's office.  Mr. Montana is 
out of the office.  At the tone please leave your name and a number where you 
can be reached.  All information is kept in the strictest confidence."

    "Beeeeep."

    "Elija here...Give me a call as soon as you can."

                          ***** CHAPTER THREE *****

    It was a Taco Bell over on the West side.  I was sitting by the front 
window and waiting for J.J.  He was late as usual.  I think he does more E&E 
than I ever do ?  I finally picked him up across the street.  He was alone and 
I was relieved Gee Gee wasn't with him.  She always wanted to run up to the 
cabin and fuck all day.  Now, Gee Gee was a grade "A" fuck but it was the 
familiarity thing.  Jesus !  I'd been fucking her since...Shit !  I could 
hardly remember ??

    J.J. stood in line and ordered as I munched on a burrito.  He finally 
wandered over after picking up about three dozen of the hottest hot sauce 
packets Taco Bell offers.  Shit !  I'm surprised he could shit without his 
asshole hemorrhaging blood.  He took a couple of bites of his burrito, dabbing 
each bite with tons of hot sauce.

    With a mouth full of beans, he asked, "How'd the girl scouts work out ?"

    "Great !  How was the dope ?"

    "As usual, the fucking best shit I've ever smoked.  God !  Some of these 
young things get so fucking stoned they can't find their cunt with both 
hands."  He laughed as he swallowed a mouth full.  "Gee Gee will be happy you 
liked the girl scouts...She went to a lot of trouble getting the uniforms and 
coaching the girls.  Glad it worked out, Willy."

    "Thanks, J.J.  What you want to see me for ?  I'm the one usually asking 
you for a favor."

    "Shit !  Willy you always come through with the best dope in the valley.  
Been a lot of guys asking about it...I tell them I get it from California.  
Cool ?"

    "Thanks."

    "Anyway...I got this problem..."  He went on for about ten minutes.  Las 
Vegas was attempting to change it's image and there was quite a controversy 
about it.  Many of the casinos were catering to families...Trying to make Las 
Vegas just another vacation destination...Theme parks at some of the 
hotels...Amusement rides for the kiddies.  The county had recently passed a 
law against passing out hand bills on the strip.  Now, most of the hand bills 
advertised escort services or come to your room shit...I wasn't into that and 
couldn't give a fuck what the county did...But lots of other people made their 
living doing it.  Was ok with me...It's a free country.

    Anyway, J.J. didn't quite advertise that way...Hard to be passing out hand 
bills advertising..."Hey !  Want to fuck a fifteen year old ?  Call..."  But 
J.J. was involved with that underground in Las Vegas...After all there wasn't 
much you couldn't get in 'Vegas even though prostitution was technically 
illegal.  He had lots of contacts and I was sure most of them were people who 
I really didn't care to meet.

    "...So...I know these guys...Carol knows some of them...Doing some favors 
for her 'cause you're taking photos of their girls...Don't ask me what, 
Willy...That's another thing entirely.  But anyway, these guys do me a favor 
every once and a while and they want a little pay back..."

    He went on to describe what he wanted me to do.  I wasn't hot on the idea 
at all but could hardly refuse J.J.  I'd have to talk with Carol about who 
these guys were.  Shit !  They could be the fuckers following me but I doubted 
it.

    I finally track Carol down at work and we agree to meet at the condo.  She 
bursts in, excited as all get out.  "Willy...Great...You're going to do my 
friends a favor."

    "Aaah...Why didn't you ask me ?  Why go through J.J. ?"

    A long pause.  She probably thought I was stoned.  I was but that had 
little to do with what we were talking about.  After several minutes of 
silence, I stoked up the bong and we got real stoned.  I had to drag it out of 
her and didn't get the whole story until late that night.....

    .....And that's how I ended up in the closet that night. I'd wired the 
room earlier and was to work the equipment while some big man politician 
fucked the shit out of a fifteen, sixteen year old teenager.  At least that's 
what I figured ?  There was only to be one copy and I had two cameras wired to 
one VCR with two hotel TVs as monitors.  I figured I'd cut and paste as I 
went, taking the best angles as they came.  I was to deliver the film to J.J. 
the next day.  Shit !  If it was a set up I didn't want to see the fucking 
thing again.

    I'm about half crashed, having just smoked a bowl of reefer and finished a 
nice meal.  I had the sound turned up on the TV to wake me when the action 
started.  The opening door jerked me awake.  I pulled a chair over to the VCR 
and switched cameras.  An older man had just walked into the room.  He looked 
around like he was checking the place out.  I was glad I spent some time 
hiding all the shit.

    The guy made a phone call but I couldn't make out enough to figure what he 
was saying ?  I sat back to wait for the entertainment.

    Cindy Gorestine slowly made her way down the hall, looking for room 21215.  
She could never figure out the hotel numbering systems.  Cindy had graduated 
last Spring from one of Las Vegas' many high schools and decided to work a bit 
before going to college.  Well, it really wasn't her decision...Her parents 
didn't have a dime to their names, lived from pay check to pay check.  No way 
she could scrape enough together to even attend UNLV.  She was working in a 
fast food joint and still living at home when one of her friends mentioned 
that she should start dancing for a living...The money was great and you got 
to meet some guys with $$.

    Her friend was dancing at a topless joint and taking home almost five 
hundred a week.  "Shit !  Cindy, with your body you could get a job, no 
sweat."  Cindy auditioned and was immediately offered a job.  At first, she 
was very self-conscious.  Cindy had a very large pair of tits, probably the 
biggest in her high school...And while she'd had her share of boy friends, 
hadn't been exactly free and easy with her charms...But the dancing was ok !?  
Great money and she kind of got a thrill out of all the men ogling her 
breasts.

    Her boss had offered her some after hours work and that's how she ended up 
in the hall, looking for room 21215.  She'd done the after hours shit a couple 
of times before and couldn't believe the tips she got.  She laughed.  One guy 
even offered her a hundred dollars for her panties and then rubbed them all 
over his face as she danced in front of him.  She was getting to be a pretty 
good prick tease and would sometimes have to stifle laughter watching the 
guy's crotches.  Jesus !  They always got tremendous boners in their pants and 
she was sure they were in the bathroom jerking off the second she left.

    Cindy knocked on the door.

                           ***** CHAPTER FOUR *****

    I zoomed in on the bimbo when she entered the room.  Nice looking young 
lady but nowhere near the age I thought she'd be.  More like nineteen or 
twenty.  I turned up the volume and heard the guy talking some shit.  I was 
hardly paying attention, my eyes glued to the young lady's bust.  This thing 
had a large set of tits in her blouse and I was getting excited about getting 
to see them.

    The young lady was staring at the stack of hundreds the guy had sitting on 
the bed stand.  It was an impressive stack and I was sure she was wondering 
how much of it she'd get to leave with.  I laughed and torched up the bowl.  
The girl started to get out of her clothes and stopped with just her bra and 
panties on...One of those "V" cut things, showing a lot of hip and probably 
her entire ass...The bra hardly covered anything and I could see the circles 
of her areolae through it, rather small for the size of her tits.

    She was prancing around and the guy was hot for it.  He was waving a 
couple of hundreds at her and then the bra came off.  Jesus !  Nice tits !  
Like small watermelons with good shape and just a hint of sag.  I was getting 
a woody.  The guy lunged at her and almost fell off the bed.  She laughed and 
so did I.

    When he lunged again, he caught her panties and now was dragging them 
down.  I was too busy watching her panties come down to notice the look on her 
face.  It was pure fear and she said something that I couldn't make out.  The 
guy was rolling on top of her and that's when I noticed that she was trying to 
get away from him.  She screamed real loud.  He rose up over her and belted 
her right across the face.  Her head lolled around on the carpet as he 
stripped her panties off.

    He was on his knees, dragging down his pants when she started to scramble 
away from him.  He grabbed her light brown hair and hit her again.  I was now 
standing, blood surging through my body.  I looked at the door, wondering what 
the fuck to do ??  When I looked back he was knocking her head back and forth 
on the floor with his fists.  When blood started dribbling out of her mouth, I 
moved to the door.

    I sprinted down the hall and rammed my elbow into the glass of the fire 
alarm.  A second later the hall was flooded with a very loud alarm.  I 
scampered back down to my room after pausing at his door to yell, "Fire !" as 
loud as I could.

    The TV was filled with the guy trying to get his pants back on.  The girl 
was still lying on the floor with a lot more blood coming from her mouth.  Her 
eyes were swollen shut and her neck was at a very unusual angle.  I could hear 
other doors opening and some voices in the hall.  I went to the door to listen 
and figured the people were just milling about trying to figure out what was 
going on ?  I looked back at the TV and just caught the guy exiting his room.

    I stood by the door and waited until the sound died down a bit and then 
made my move.  There were several knots of people down by the elevators and 
some at the other end of the hall, still just milling about.  I entered the 
room and went to the young girl's side.  She was still breathing.  Her breath 
smelled like puke.  I rolled her away from the mess she made and lifted her to 
the bed.  She hardly weighed anything.  I gathered up her clothes and began to 
dress her.  The hall was almost silent.

    I peeked out and found several people down by the elevators.  I went back 
to the bed and lifted the young lady over my shoulder.  Out the door we went.  
I walked as fast as I could, could almost feel the eyes boring into my back.  
About half way to the stairs I remembered the video gear.  Fuck !  I wish I 
wasn't so stoned all the time !?  Yea !  Right, Willy !

    I opened the stair well door and sat her down against the wall, moved back 
into the hall way and sprinted back to my room.  I loaded my back pack with 
the VCR and moved next door to gather the cameras.  In less than three minutes 
I was sprinting back down the hall to the stair well.  The hall was empty.

    The young lady was struggling to get up and I squatted to help her.  Her 
fist flashed out and hit me right in the cheek.  Fuck !  It hurt like hell.  I 
fell on my ass and held my hands in the air like she was holding a gun on me.  

    "Sorry about what happened but if you look closely...I'm not the mother 
fucker who hit you.  I pulled the fire alarm and we have to get our butts out 
of here before people start asking questions.  You can come with me.  I have a 
place you can hide for a while...Rest up and then I'll take you where ever you 
want to go.  Or you can go it alone ?  Your choice."

    She was massaging her neck and I just noticed that it was bruised and her 
eyes were almost black.  She was trying to focus on my face.  I stood and 
offered her my hand.  Slowly, very slowly she reached out to grab it and then 
we were moving down the stairs.

    I kicked open a door to the outside and another alarm went off.  The two 
of us ran as best we could through the parking lot.  I was disoriented and 
wasn't sure where the SUV was ?  I told her to sit between a couple of cars 
with the back pack while I searched for the four by four.  There was a large 
crowd out by the front of the hotel.  I steered clear and found the SUV right 
where I parked it.  I picked up the young lady and off we went.

    I zigged and zagged for almost an hour before getting on I-15 and heading 
for the cabin.  My friend didn't say a word.  I imagined she had quite a 
headache and as we got on 95 North, she slumped against the door and slept 
until we got to the cabin.

    She came awake as I was lugging the back pack out of the SUV.  She looked 
scared to death.  I held up my hands and almost whispered.  "My name's Willy.  
We're at my cabin...Nobody's going to bother us.  There's a nice warm king 
size bed inside and after I turn on the hot water heater, you can take a 
shower and sleep as long as you like.  I promise I won't hassle you...I'll be 
sleeping in the loft...You can lock the door."

    She tried to move and I could tell it hurt her.  "Give me a second to put 
this shit upstairs and I'll help you up."  I took the stairs three at a time 
and threw the video equipment on the bar.  I was back down in just seconds but 
she had struggled out of the SUV.  I took her arm and finally had to put my 
arm around her to help her up the stairs.  I showed her the bathroom and threw 
a clean "T" shirt on the bed.  I was backing out the door, talking as I went.  
"The hot water will take about three or four minutes."

    It was a hoarse whisper.  "Thanks, Willy...My name's Cindy."

                           ***** CHAPTER FIVE *****

    I woke early as usual and checked on the plants; torched up a bowl and 
cooked a breakfast burrito.  I checked all the cans, I'd strung around the 
cabin and was in the "weed room" trimming a little leaf to roll some dynamite 
joints with.  She surprised me, was almost silent as she climbed down the 
ladder.

    "Is this what I think it is ?"  I jumped and she started laughing.  I wish 
I could have laughed with her but her face looked like she'd gone fifteen 
rounds with the "Greatest."  The shock must have showed on my face.  "Sorry, I 
shouldn't have snuck up on you...I was afraid to go look at myself in the 
mirror but your face..."  That tapered off into silence and she started 
crying.  I went to comfort her but she backed away from me and struggled up 
the ladder.  I figured she needed a little time to herself; so stayed down 
stairs, trimming leaf.

    When I climbed the stairs, the bedroom door was closed so I started 
rolling.  It was a little after one before she came out of the bedroom.  She'd 
found some of Carol's or Erin's clothes and was dressed in jeans with a big, 
heavy sweater on.  It was still cold as shit up here.  Jesus !  It snowed just 
a couple of days ago.  I started cooking her a breakfast burrito as soon as 
she sat at the bar.

    "I've got some errands to run this afternoon and probably won't be back 
until dark.  Nobody will bother you here and I'll lock the place up real good.  
You can smoke a little reefer if you like...Might help you sleep ?"  She 
didn't answer.

    She had a mouth full of burrito when my beeper went off.  I picked it up 
off the bar and checked the number.  It was J.J.  I'm sure he wanted to know 
what the fuck went on last night ?  It's not often a major hotel has a fire 
scare and it's definitely not good publicity for Las Vegas.

    "I've got to go...You need anything ?"  She shook her head and I left.  I 
kind of wondered if she'd be here when I got back ?  I stopped at the general 
store and dialed J.J.'s cell phone.  When he answered I said one word...Well, 
really two.  "Taco Bell."

    I was down off the hill and cruising through the West side looking for the 
same Taco Bell I'd met J.J. at a couple of days ago.  I parked and wandered 
inside.  J.J. was already here, very unusual.  I ordered some shit and went to 
sit with him.  He wasn't eating and as soon as I sat down, he started.  "What 
the fuck happened last night ?  Jesus !  It's all over about the fire that 
really wasn't a fire and as soon as I heard that...I figured you must have had 
something to do with it."  It wasn't a question.

    I stared at J.J. a long time before answering and pretty much out lined 
the whole thing, at least from my point of view.  I neglected to mention that 
the young thing was staying with me.  It wasn't any of J.J.'s business.

    "So he was beating the shit out of her ?"  I nodded.  "And you really 
pulled the fire alarm ?"  I nodded again.  "Where's the cunt ?"  I shrugged my 
shoulders.  J.J. looked off in the distance and then asked.  "You got the 
tape, right ?"  It was on the floor and I nudged it over to his side of the 
booth.

    When the tape ran into his foot, he looked down.  His eyes lit up like a 
kid at Christmas and he looked up at me.  "Willy...This is fucking great !  
You got the whole thing ?"

    "Not sure J.J.  I was a little out of it watching this young thing getting 
the shit beat out of her.  I'm sure there's enough there to make your friends 
happy but J.J., listen to me...Look me in the eye, buddy.  No more favors for 
your friends...All debts are paid...Last night was way to heavy for a peace 
loving stoner like myself...Understand ?"

    "Yea !  Willy, I understand.  I won't ask again...Thanks...Sorry it turned 
out that way...You sure you don't know where the broad is ?"  I just nodded 
while staring him right in the eyes.

    He was eager to take his stash and book.  I slowly ate my burrito and 
watched him float through the parking lot.  I finished my meal and wandered 
out to the SUV.  I stopped at the condo and found my friends parked in the 
same place they were the other day, probably waiting for a return engagement 
from the girl scouts.  I laughed and scampered off toward the condo.

    I left Carol a message on the chalk board that we hang on the refrigerator 
and took off for the cabin.  Cindy was sitting with her feet dangling in the 
hot tub when I climbed the stairs.  She waved and got up to meet me.  A big 
improvement and I figured she was feeling better.

    It was overcast and the radio said there'd be snow tonight.  Shit !  It'd 
been in the low sixties in the valley.  I wasn't sure about the snow, thought 
the weather fucks were on drugs.  Cindy wasn't very communicative but that was 
ok.  I torched up a bong and she was eager to take her turn.  I also lit off 
the hot tub and told her she could sit in it for a while before going to bed.  
She looked at me like I was on drugs...I was !

    I crashed early and rose early, too.  I was doing a little trimming when 
the beeper sounded.  It was Carol and I left the cabin to call her.  She was 
talking a mile a minute when I cut her off.  "Listen...Carol ?  I'll be at the 
condo about ten...Be there."  I hung up and drove back to the cabin.

    I left a note for Cindy and drove to the condo.  I parked in the usual 
place and after picking up a news paper, wandered through the green belts.  
The headlines seared into my brain.  A very prominent local politician had 
just today announced his retirement from public office.  The guy looked real 
familiar.

    Carol was waiting...A motor mouth, as usual.  "Willy...Fucking fantastic ! 
Stephan thinks it's the greatest...Wants us to come out and meet some guy...He 
wants to thank us personally.  I've wanted to meet this guy for a long time.  
That's why I was setting you up with the photo..."  She came forward to 
embrace me.  I somewhat pushed her away.

    I cut her off with.  "You got the whole story, Carol ?"  Her expression 
told me she didn't but I was beyond explaining it to her.  We got in the 
Camery and drove out to this guy's mansion.

                           ***** CHAPTER SIX *****

    It's a fabulous home way out in the desert - like a fortress.  Reminded me 
of the Godfather...Guys out front, obviously carrying.  The guy who meets us 
is this Stephan character and he is a hunk, blond, muscled, dressed impeccably 
and very sure of himself...Very Las Vegas.  He greets Carol like she's blowing 
him every night and maybe she is ?  As we're walking to the front door he 
starts talking about my dope.  "Probably the best we've ever smoked."  I 
couldn't ever imagine this guy smoking any of my dope...Too uptight.

    We're sitting in the front room of this place and it's like a huge arena.  
Heavy, stuffed chairs all over and a table that looks like the knights of the 
round table sat around it.  This Stephan guy continues with, "You know, if you 
were selling it in the schools we'd break both your legs."  He laughed.  I 
wanted to laugh but thought better of it.  This guy was trying to intimidate 
me and if J.J. hadn't beeped me on the way to town and given me a heads up, 
I'd be down on my knees blowing him.  I looked at him wide eyed and hoped some 
sweat was forming on my forehead.

    "Now Carol here has been begging and pleading with a couple of the guys, 
who are pretty close to the old man...You get five minutes to plead your 
case."  Shit !  What case ?  I thought the fucker wanted to thank me for the 
great job I did the other night ?  Stephan continues, "He doesn't know your 
girl friend...Well...You don't know that either...Do you ?

    Now, what was Carol up to ?  I didn't have a clue but I bet it involved 
money...Though, after the sting, we really don't need shit...Fuck !  We're 
loaded !  Anyway, she's always looking into things ??  Me...Shit !  You know 
me...Still farming and well...The photo business is going like hot cakes.  
Last week I did three...A record...Right up the ladder, fourteen through 
sixteen.  Anyway, now that I'm here, Cindy and her problems seemed far, far 
away.

    Back to my being scared to death.  Well...I really wasn't that scared 
because one of J.J.'s girls is involved with these guys...What that means, I 
have no idea ?  The young thing told J.J. they just wanted to talk but would 
be giving me a hard time just to see if I'd get spooked.

    The way I looked at it, Carol's probably already sucked this guy's brains 
out and fucked him sore...Plus J.J. also told me they were real happy with the 
video...Shit !  They should be.  Mr. city council man or whatever was retiring 
at the end of the month.  So I figured I was greased...Well, maybe just a 
little.  About ten minutes later, after being frisked, I was in seeing Mr. 
Big.

    I was wearing a suit and tie, very conservative and my pony tail was long 
gone after the rat fuck I worked on that fucker, Rich...Anyway, I'm in with 
the old man, Elija something...his last name is unpronounceable.  Something 
Eastern European or Russian, maybe ?  He waves the body guard away and he 
leaves, shutting the door behind him.

    "Willy Tamarack...I've been dying to meet you and your wife for a long, 
long time..."  This didn't sound like a good start and why wasn't Carol here 
with me ?  "Fucking outstanding work with the video the other night...Perfect 
for what we had in mind.  Have any trouble getting out when the fire alarm 
went off ?"

    I shook my head "no," knowing full well that he knew I set it off.

    "I hear through the grape vine..."  He's about ten years older than I am. 
"...that you do some outstandingly good work for yourself with video up at 
your place...Even the place you have here in town."  The guy's got good 
sources as I hadn't been peddling the things...Well !  Ok...A couple of them 
but only with the participants approval and they get a good cut of the 
deal...Most were for my own private enjoyment and I got plenty of enjoyment 
out of them.  I nodded my head in the affirmative.

    "I sniffed around a little about you...You mind ?"

    "It's a free country.  Probably easier to do here than in your homeland."  
He laughed.  (After all, I'd spent most my adult life fighting the communist 
menace but on the other hand with the internet I'm sure he could pick up a lot 
of shit about people.)  No, why should I mind ?  If I'm doing something that 
pisses you off, I'm sure you'll let me know."

    "No...No...Nothing like that.  You spend too much time listening to those 
goons I have working for me.  Anyway, you want to know what I found out ?"  I 
nodded my head again and he continued.  "Heard you had a little trouble with a 
DEA guy a while back...a Wayne Montana ?  Name ring a bell ?"

    Once again, I just nodded my head.

    "You know the case is still open ?"  It was a question.

    I shook my head "no."

    "Well, it is."  A long pause.  "You've done me quite a service...Taken 
care of a very difficult problem for me.  I owe you.  I can take care of your 
problem...close the case...for good.  You interested ?"

    "Sure I am, Elija."

    "My sources tell me there's a young lady combing the Strip for you, Mr. 
Tamarack.  Her name is Bonnie...About fourteen, fifteen...Wants to meet Willy 
T.  She's part of a DEA sting that's about to ruin your life."

    I laughed but was scared to death.

    "You want to meet her ?"

    I nod my head in the affirmative.

    Elija picks up the phone and in about ten seconds a young dark haired 
young lady walks in with one of the body guards.  The guard leaves.  Elija 
stares at the young thing for a long time...Probably fifteen, twenty seconds; 
then tells her to tell me what she told him.  She goes on and on about how 
much Wayne baby is paying kids for info about me...Promising them a get out of 
jail free card if they get busted and now I'm pissed.  He fucks Carol's and 
Monica's eyes out and now tries this shit.

    "I thought maybe you'd like to celebrate your new found information so I 
invited over a couple of Bonnie's friends and figured we could party...Or if 
you prefer, take a couple and do with them what you like.  There's a room down 
the hall...No cameras...I promise."

    I laughed a hearty laugh.  "Where's Carol ?"

    "If you want her to join you, I can arrange it but she's engaged at the 
moment.  My nephews told me about her and I should apologize.  She'd been 
trying to meet me and was working on one of my younger brothers.  His sons 
intercepted the e-mail and they worked a little switch on her.  Your dope is 
getting quite a reputation...They came to me...You did a little favor for me 
and now I'm doing a little favor for you.  Well, what'll it be ?"

    I rose and pulled my traveling bong from my suit pocket and them my stash 
from the jacket pocket.  "Mind if I get high ?"

    He laughed.  In seconds the girls trooped in.  There were three more of 
them...two a piece.

                          ***** CHAPTER SEVEN *****

    Bonnie was a real cute little thing and one of her friends, Denise, had a 
blouse full of tit.  The three of us were sitting on the couch in Elija's 
office.  He was gabbing with the other two over by his wet bar, pouring them  
a drink.  Denise was taking a huge hit off the bong and I was staring at her 
tits as they pushed against her blouse.  Bonnie was stoned as shit with her 
head against the back of the couch.

    I looked over at the bar as the girls there were giggling...At what I had 
no idea ?  When I looked back, Denise was handing me the bong and started to 
unbutton her blouse.  I smiled at her as I hit on the bong.  Her bra encased 
tits came into view and I started getting hard.  I handed her the bong and got 
to my feet.

    "Where'd you say that room was, Elija ?"  He laughed and pointed toward 
the door.  I reached out and took both of the young ladies by the hand and 
dragged them toward the door.  Denise's blouse was billowing open and she was 
wearing one of those flimsy bras.  I could see her areolae right through it.  
They were large and I was anxious to get one of them in my mouth.

    Bonnie just noticed that her friend had her blouse open and started 
laughing as we entered the hall.  One of Elija's body guards was standing 
right outside the door and guided the three of us down the hall.  He opened a 
door and inside was a large king size bed.  The two of them dragged me toward 
the bed and I ended up on my back watching them strip off their clothes.  
Denise's tits were very impressive but they sagged quite a bit, almost pear 
shaped and hung down on her chest.  Her areolae and nipples were pointing 
toward the floor and I sat up to suck on them as she worked on her jeans.

    Bonnie pushed me back on to the bed so I just watched.  Bonnie was down to 
her panties, her tits about a hand full with quarter size areolae and small 
nipples.  They were erect and I flexed the boner I had in my pants.  Her 
panties hit the floor and when she stood I just stared at the small triangle 
of black hair at the juncture of her thighs.  The same color as the hair on 
her head.

    She climbed up on the bed and started working on my pants and then Denise 
was working on my shirt, her tits swaying with her movements.  I fondled the 
nearest one and her dime size nipple started getting hard.  I started to work 
my hand down to the fuzz on her lower stomach as that's all it was, a very 
well trimmed triangle of dark brown hair about three shades darker than the 
hair on her head.

    I snapped my attention back to Bonnie as she'd damn near deep throated me.  
Her head started bobbing and then Denise threw a leg over me and I was faced 
with a clean shaven pair of very plump cunt lips.  These girls were a lot more 
experienced than I thought they were.  My tongue was in her, tasting her 
nectar and Bonnie was sucking my cock like it was a popsicle.  I could feel 
the magic of the pink pill surge through my groin and started thrusting my 
cock up into Bonnie's face.

    Denise was leaning back on her arms and grinding her cunt lips against my 
chin and mouth.  My arms were captured by her knees and I felt I was bound to 
the bed...Not that I minded.  I raised my head and started chewing on the fat 
cunt in front of my face and felt my orgasm well up in my belly.

    Elija opened the door to the hall way.  "Ok...Out you go.  Stephan will 
entertain you in the front room...And have him send Tamarack's wife down."  
The two of them scampered down the hall.  He turned to his body guard.  "Make 
sure Tamarack has his hands full for the rest of the afternoon."  The young 
man nodded and Elija went back to the bar; spread some cocaine on the bar top 
and rolled up a thousand dollar bill while he waited for Carol to arrive.  He 
could feel the twitching in his groin already, was anxious to see if the woman 
was as hot as he'd heard and seen ?

    The knock was a light one and he called.  "Come in."

    The body guard stuck his head in the door and said. "Ms. Tamarack, sir."  
Carol walked in as soon as the guard stepped out of the way.  Elija walked 
across the room to greet her.

    "I've been waiting a long time for this Ms. Tamarack.  Have heard some 
very good words about your work here in town."  He held out his hand and Carol 
shook it enthusiastically.  She was excited.  Jay and Ron knew very little 
about the mysterious Elija.  Jay told her that it often took years to meet 
him.  It was rumored that he had trusted people in every casino and was 
connected with some of the most important people in the state...And then there 
were the rumors about organized crime...Oh !  Not the old families but a new 
breed of well educated, professional managers who controlled just about 
everything underground within the United States.

    The fact that he was Russian really excited Carol.  Rumor had it that he 
brought in an awful lot of money when he emigrated to the States...Money 
acquired when the communist empire crumbled...Loot...What else could it be ?  
She was speechless and felt stupid.  He was staring right into her eyes with 
the darkest blue eyes...Was older than she though he'd be but very handsome 
and European looking.  Carol was starting to get turned on, could feel her 
nipples harden in her bra.  Her crotch was moist.

    "Where's Willy ?"  Was all she could think of to say.

    Elija laughed a soft laugh.  "Where do you think Willy is when there's 
young women around ?"  Carol laughed, a deep throated laugh.  She was sure he 
was going to make a pass at her and could hardly wait.  He had a hand on her 
shoulder as he guided her to the bar.

    "A drink...Or..."  She saw the lines and fuck !  A thousand dollar bill.

    Elija could tell by the look on her face that she'd love to snort a couple 
of lines and then shortly she'd be snorting the load he wanted to splash on 
her face.  He nodded toward the lines, "Help yourself...Too much for an old 
man."

    Carol put her hand on his arm and whispered, "Oh !  Elija, you're not that 
old."  Then she picked up the rolled up thousand and leaned down to snort up 
one of the lines.  She felt the jolt almost immediately and knew this was 
probably the best stuff she'd ever had.  She threw her head back and moaned.  
It was almost a sexual sound and Elija wondered what she was doing with 
Tamarack ?  Word was, he wasn't in the same league as the guys in the video, 
fucking this woman's ass off.

    Carol leaned down to snort up another line.  Elija put a hand on her back 
and rubbed it a bit.  "Go slow with that, honey...It's real good shit."  Carol 
looked up at him, her eyes glazed.  She just nodded.

    "Why don't we make ourselves comfortable.  I think your husband is going 
to be busy for a while."  He laughed a very quiet laugh.  Carol bellowed out a 
deep laugh that almost sounded like one of Gary's.  Elija was guiding her to 
the couch.

    Carol was zoned and hotter than a fire cracker.  All she could think of 
was getting this guy's cock out of his pants and sucking his brains out 
through the head of his dick.  Her cunt was a swamp, her tits swollen and 
tender.  She sat back on the couch and stared at Elija's crotch as he sat 
down.  He was still laughing.  "Good shit ?"

    She could hardly stay still, she was so electric.  She started laughing 
again.  Elija put his arm around her and Carol went right for his crotch.  She 
was giggling like a little girl.  Elija almost backed away from her.  It was 
like she was attacking.  He'd been with aggressive women before, preferred 
them...Liked to fuck the life out of them but this was extreme.  She was 
working on his fly when he reached over to the end table.  The small case 
contained his syringe full of the potent drug that made him a man among men, 
even at his advanced age.

    "You want to play nurse for a moment, Carol ?  You won't regret it.  I'll 
make your husband look like a pimply teenager."  She looked up at him, her 
face already contorted in lust.  God !  She was hot for it.  He was getting 
hard without his potent injection.  She had his pants open and was trying to 
pull them over his hips.  He opened the case and took out the syringe.  "Here, 
hold this."

    Carol took the syringe and watched as he pulled his pants down.  She 
sucked in her breath when his cock became visible.  Fuck !  It was a foot 
long.  Looked like John Holmes, thick as a sausage and the foreskin covered 
the head, all jagged at the tip of his penis.

                          ***** CHAPTER EIGHT *****

    Carol couldn't believe it...Wanted it...Bad...Jesus !  It was huge...As 
big as Clarance and white.  The thought of having them both flashed through 
her mind...And what was the syringe for ?

    "Just stick the needle in right about here, baby."  Carol started to move 
the syringe toward his cock and then stopped.  "Don't worry, honey, it only 
hurts for a few moments and then makes me fuck like a twenty year old.  I can 
tell you like the size...You love big cock don't you ?  Bet Willy's never 
given you anything like this, has he ?"

    Carol sprang to her feet and almost ran to the bar, looking back at the 
couch and Elija.  Elija was pissed.  What the fuck was this broad doing ?  She 
was digging in her purse and turned with a small pink pill between her thumb 
and forefinger.  "Try this, Elija."  She crossed the room with his drink and 
urged him to drink it.  "This'll make you superman...And I love supermen with 
big cocks...I'm going to suck the life right out of you, Elija and you're 
gonna want it all the time and I'm going to give it to you when ever you 
want."

    She stepped away after he downed the pill.  Elija was thinking it was one 
of the stupidest things he'd ever done.  Had no idea what the pill was ?  She 
she could be sent here to assassinate him ?  Too late now.  She was pulling 
her dress down and now stepping out of it.  God !  She had the body of a woman 
in her early thirties.  Her bra hit the floor and her breasts stood out on her 
chest like melons, areolae all crinkly, nipples erect...Like berries on ripe 
fruit.

    "Flex that muscle, stud.  My cunt's on fire."  Her panties came down and 
it was Elija's turn to suck the air out of the room.  Her lower stomach was a 
jungle of black pubic hair, thick as a forest.  It was a diamond shape and 
began just below her belly button which was a deep indentation in her stomach.  
She spread her legs and was running her fingers through the hair.  Her other 
hand was massaging her right breast, the fingers pinching her nipple.  "Come 
on, Elija, flex that muscle, stud."

    Elija could feel the power surging through his groin.  His cock was 
starting to lengthen and harden on it's own.  With the ejection it usually 
took a little manual or oral stimulation to start growing.  Jesus !  This shit 
was amazing !  "Get your shirt off, Elija.  I want you naked."

    He couldn't move fast enough, his pole already rising in his groin.  She 
was moving toward him and on her knees at his feet.  "Oh !  God !  What a 
beautiful cock !"  Her eyes were slits and she was dragging his slacks off.  
He was left with just his socks and then her mouth was on him and he screamed.

    Carol was so hot she could feel her cunt butter dribbling down her thighs.  
An hour with this thing was going to be heaven !  She pulled his foreskin back 
and licked around the head of his cock.  It looked like the end of a spear and 
after she drained the first load was going to ride it until they both 
collapsed.  She had her tongue working between the foreskin and the head of 
his cock when he screamed and she kept up the wiggling of her tongue.  His 
hips were starting to thrust up off the couch and she gobbled him up, feeling 
the head of his cock wedge into the back of her throat.  She relaxed her 
throat muscles and pushed more of his cock into her mouth.  Her lips were 
nibbling on his shaft more than half way down.  The head of his cock prying 
apart her throat and she tried for more.

    Elija had his head thrown back on the couch, his eyes closed tight, his 
body quivering.  Fuck !  He'd never had a cunt take this much in her mouth.  
He was almost there, grabbed her head and started fucking her face.  She 
started choking almost immediately.  He could feel her slobber sliding down 
his shaft...Could feel the muscles of her throat contract around the cock he 
had buried in it.  Oh !  Fuck !  Here it comes !  He yanked Carol's head out 
of his groin and stroked just once before the first spurt exploded out of his 
cock.

    Carol felt like she was going to vomit any moment.  She was letting him 
have his way with her but afraid he wouldn't think it was too cool if she 
puked in his lap.  Just moments before she felt the bile well up in her chest 
and throat, he pulled her head out of his crotch.  She sucked in a deep breath 
but before the urge left her, the first spurt of semen splattered into her 
forehead.  The next spurt landed on her right eye brow and dribbled down into 
her right eye.  The third on her chin and instinctively she moved her tongue 
to taste it.

    Elija was on a high like he'd rarely experienced...At least since some of 
the kinky shit he did when he was serving the motherland.  The bitch was 
licking the cum off her chin and using her fingers to bring more of it to her 
mouth...Wiping it off her forehead and out of her eyebrow.  He was still hard 
as rock and now she was getting to her feet.  He held his cock away from his 
body and she slid down it like she was sliding down a fire pole.

    Carol was on fire and the cock lurching around in her belly was driving 
her crazy.  She was bucking like a cowboy at the rodeo and starting to cum.  
She screamed when the first orgasm surged through her body.  Elija had his 
hands on her hips and was just guiding her...As if she needed guiding !?  On a 
cock this long...It never entirely left her cunt.  His hands were now working 
their way to her ass and she could feel him spreading the cheeks of her ass.  
One of his fingers reamed into her butt hole and she exerted more energy 
fucking her cunt up and down on the iron hard pole of cock buried in her.  She 
felt him stiffen and then the semen started to leak out of her.

    Elija had never been fucked like this...At least by a woman who hadn't 
been tortured to within an inch of her life.  The cunt was sweating like one 
of those in the dungeons of his former employers.  He was still thrusting up 
into her, feeling his cum pool on his balls.  He finally pushed her off of him 
but his cock was still rock hard and he had the urge to fuck some more.

    Carol was laughing with joy when Elija pushed her off him.  Her cunt felt 
open and empty when his cock slipped out of her but she was overjoyed that he 
was still hard as cement and immediately dropped to her knees and started 
sucking the cum soaked member in her hands.

    Elija was approaching the end...Didn't think he could go on much longer.  
The woman was wild, her head bobbing over his lap.  He pulled her by the hair 
and stared into her lust filled eyes.  "You are one hot cunt, Mrs. Tamarack !"  
Her lips were coated with jizzim.  It was still dribbling down from her right 
eyebrow.  Her dark hair was matted to her forehead where he'd shot the first 
load.

    Carol could see that Elija was near the end.  His hair was straggly and 
unkempt, hanging down on his forehead.  He was sucking air like a marathon 
runner, his chest heaving but she wanted more.  She struggled to her feet and 
turned away from him.  Carol stepped to the middle of the room and bent over 
reaching for her ankles.  "Fuck me in the ass, Elija."

    Elija felt a surge of energy and jumped up off the couch.  His cock looked 
like a small baseball bat bobbing around in his groin.  As he approached her, 
the cunt reached back and spread the cheeks of her ass.  Fuck !  What a turn 
on.  Her asshole was covered with a forest of black pubic hair...Really, he 
couldn't even find her anus.  She was wiggling her ass around in front of him, 
looking back at him through her legs.  He grabbed her hips with both hands and 
felt one of her hands grasp his cock.  When she yelled "Now !"  He pushed into 
her and felt her anus spread apart as the pole of his cock drove into her.  
Fucking "A !"  She was tight and it took him three or four thrusts to bury 
himself into her.  She yelled and screamed the entire time.  He never got it 
fully into her as her plump ass cheeks were just to much of a cushion.

    Carol realized she was screaming like she was being raped.  She'd never 
had this big a cock in her ass.  He was tearing her apart and then the orgasms 
started coming and coming and coming.  Her legs shook and her stomach felt 
like it was a bowl of Jell-O jiggling around and she lost control of herself, 
felt her urine escape and run down her legs as the cock behind her kept 
pumping in and out of her anus.....

                           ***** CHAPTER NINE *****

    The drive home was rather quiet.  My mind was wandering through the carnal 
activities of the afternoon and early evening.  Shit !  We'd spent over six 
hours at Elija's and I had no idea where Carol had been while I wrestled with 
the teenagers...I'd just about decided I'd had it for the day when the two 
other young things rushed into the bedroom and it started all over again.  I 
figured Elija, being the old man he is, was wiped out...Probably taking an 
afternoon siesta.  I laughed as the two new ones stripped off their clothes.  
I never got their names and my cock felt like raw hamburger.  The two of them 
alternated back and forth with their mouths on my cock but I was done for the 
day...Didn't stop me from eating their clean shaven cunts though and I did 
that for quite a while...Until my jaws ached.

    I glanced over at Carol.  She was staring off into space.  I wondered how 
many guys she'd fucked while I was with the teenagers ?  The teenagers ?  
Seemed a lot more experienced than what I'd run into lately.  I mean...Shit !  
J.J.'s girls seemed less experienced...Hey !  That's what sells it...Right ??  
I mean these young things could have killed me.  I laughed and looked over at 
Carol again.  She was asleep and I had to help her from the Camery when we got 
to the condo.

    "Hey !  Where you assholes been ?"  It was Erin but neither of us spoke.  
Both of us were whipped.  I deposited Carol on the king size bed in the master 
bedroom and wandered out to the patio to smoke a joint.  Erin joined me.

    "Want to tell me about it ?"

    I passed her the joint and shook my head.  "Maybe later...I'm still trying 
to figure it out."

    Carol rolled to her back and stared at the ceiling.  Jesus !  A sixty 
something guy fucked her as good as any young stud ever had.  He was an animal 
just like her and she couldn't get enough.  Her cunt and asshole were raw and 
her jaws ached.  She wondered if any other woman had ever given it to Elija 
like she had ?  Probably plenty ??!!  His cock was tremendous...Big and fat 
and long and best of all uncircumcised.  She gently rubbed her mound while 
thinking about it...And the tattoo...What did he say it said ?  It was in 
cyrillic lettering.  "Death to Spies."  Elija said it had something to do with 
his homeland.  She couldn't remember.  By then all she was thinking of was 
getting his cock back in her cunt or her ass.

    It'd been two days since I left the cabin and I thought it was possible 
Cindy just might be gone.  But then, where would she go ?  I had no idea and 
was pleasantly surprised when I found her sun bathing on the front porch.  
Well, she was dressed in a heavy parka and Erin's ski pants and was really 
just suning her face.  She rushed over to the railing and waved as I drove 
into the parking area.

    "Where you been, Willy ?"  I laughed and continued on into the cabin.  She 
had the wood stove all stoked up and there was a small pile of new wood on the 
porch.  She'd been busy.  If there was one thing I hated, it was cutting wood.  
We smoked a bowl and ate a little lunch.  She never again asked where I'd been 
and I didn't offer any explanation.  She looked a lot better and I inquired if 
she was ready to leave.  She didn't think so...Not quite yet.

                                    #####

    Stephan entered Elija's office and sat in his favorite chair.  "Still no 
word, boss.  It's like the bitch disappeared."

    "Keep an eye on Tamarack...I'm sure he has the cunt...But watch the 
surveillance.  The DEA is keeping pretty close tabs on him and I don't want to 
get mixed up with those fuckers...Yet."

    "You really think Tamarack has her ?"

    "Yea...Positive...Where else would she be ?  Tamarack watches the cunt get 
the shit beat out of her, pulls the fire alarm and makes off with the damsel 
in distress...But if he has her, his wife has no clue about it."  Elija 
glanced at the ceiling, thinking about Ms. Tamarack.  Shit !  After they 
started the cunt said nothing but did a lot of yelling and screaming.  Made 
him feel twenty years younger.  Fuck !  The head she gave...Superb and loved 
to take it in the ass...The two men discussed some other business until 
Stephan finally left after about a half an hour.  Elija reached for the phone 
and dialed a number in Southern California.

    "Clark Electronics...Mr. Clark's Office."

    "Yea...I'd like to speak to Mr. Clark."

    About three minutes later, Rich came on to the phone.  "Rich Clark 
speaking."

    "Hi !  Rich...Hear you have a pretty hot video ?"

    Rich broke out into a sweat.  His hands started trembling.  "If this is 
you, Tamarack...You're a dead man, fucker !"

    "No...Rich, This isn't Tamarack but I just might be able to get you a 
front row seat to his...Well, I'm sure you'd like to get even ?"

    "Who is this ?"

    "My name's Elija.

    "Then it was Tamarack who got my wife all fucked up and..."  That dribbled 
off into nothing.

    "That's what I heard, Rich.  But then wouldn't you like to ask him that 
yourself ?"

    "Fuck !  I'll do anything."

    Elija talked for about ten minutes before hanging up.  He looked up at the 
ceiling and smiled.  "I want to see you get out of this one, Tamarack."

                           ***** CHAPTER TEN *****

    It'd been a little over two weeks since the hotel incident and except for 
the trip to Elija's, I'd spent almost the entire time at the cabin with Cindy.  
I'd just wandered up from the "weed room."  Cindy was fixing some lunch.  
About all she did was eat and sleep.  I'd tried several times to make her feel 
more comfortable around me but she seemed oblivious to my efforts.  She took 
long, solo walks in the forest about mid-day...Told me she didn't want any 
company...And then long naps before dinner.  Shit !  You know me...I was 
trying to get in her pants.  Her bruises were just about healed and she looked 
fucking gorgeous...And her tits were fucking outstanding...I kept dreaming 
about the night at the hotel.  God !  I wanted to get a hold of them.  I guess 
it just wasn't going to happen ??!!  Oh !  Well, win a few...Lose a few.

                                    #####

    Connie Clark had also just about recovered.  With a little makeup you 
could hardly tell her husband had beat the livin' shit out of her.  Carol and 
her were on the way down to the Strip.  Carol was going to introduce her to 
her new boss and kind of show her around.  Connie was more anxious to see 
Willy but Carol kept putting her off.

    "Willy's kind of busy now.  It's getting close to harvest and just about 
nothing will drag him away from the crop."

    "I bet I can get him away from the crop."  Connie stated emphatically.

    Carol just looked at her, thinking.  "Yea !  Right...He's probably 
ensconced at the cabin with a couple of fifteen year olds and you're going to 
drag him away from that...I doubt it !"

    Elija was keeping in touch with both the DEA and Rich Clark but nobody had 
seen or heard from Willy Tamarack since he'd had him and his wife out to the 
ranch.  It seemed like a long, long time ago but had only been a couple of 
weeks.  The DEA had pulled the surveillance off the condo and were back to 
square one.  The young girls, Elija had set Willy up with, hadn't heard a word 
from him.  Elija was sure Willy would have called at least one of them about 
doing a photo shoot or maybe just an afternoon fuck and suck session...But no 
luck there.  Where was the mother fucker ?

    Elija vividly remembered his afternoon and evening with Ms. Tamarack and 
was positive she'd want a return engagement but with Tamarack still 
unaccounted for, didn't want to force the issue.  He'd heard Carol and 
Tamarack went back a long way and wasn't sure where her loyalties lay.  
Now...With Tamarack out of the way...The field was wide open.  God !  He 
wanted that woman again.

    Stephan wandered into the office and Elija immediately jumped in his shit.  
"Hey...Asshole, you got any word on Tamarack yet ?"

    "Boss...I've tried everyone...No one has seen him...It's like he 
disappeared.  Why don't you try the woman ?  I'm sure she knows where he is."

    "I'll do the fucking thinking around her !  That fucker, J.J., have any 
idea ?"

    "Nah...And the boys sweated him pretty good.  The kid thinks he has a farm 
some where up North...Maybe Tahoe or Reno.  I've been checking with the teeny 
bopper scene but shit !  Tamarack hangs out with so many kids it's impossible 
to get a tag on him.  But get a load of this...That other broad...The other 
one in the video...She's here.  The Tamarack broad got her a job as a hostess 
at one of the casinos.  I think she worked it through Jay...Big wheel greeter 
and fucker is what I heard."

    "You sure of that ?"  Stephan nodded his head.  "Listen up, Stephan, I 
want you to go all out on this one.  We could get a free pass from the DEA on 
this...Those fuckers will owe us big time if we find Tamarack...Now find the 
fucker !"

    So Rich's wife is here working in 'Vegas.  Fucking fantastic...That mother 
fucker will go crazy when he finds out.  Might be worth watching him go a few 
rounds with Tamarack before the DEA gets a hold of him...And the wife...She 
was a hot bitch, too.  Things were working out rather nicely.  Now, if they 
could just find Tamarack.

                                    #####

    We got about a foot of snow at the cabin last night and I was out chopping 
wood.  It was colder than a well digger's ass but I'd worked up a pretty good 
sweat.  Now the shitty part, picking up all the wood and carrying it upstairs.  
Cindy was out walking and showed up just as I finished.

    "Willy...I think I'm ready to go ?"

    "Up to you, Cindy...You got any idea where you're off to ?"

    "I'll tell you tomorrow.  You said you could drive me, right ?"

    I just nodded and carried the last of the wood up to the porch.  I had a 
rip roaring fire going in the wood stove and the cabin felt overly warm.  I 
stripped down to just my jeans and asked Cindy if she wanted to jump in the 
hot tub.  She shook her head "no" and that was that.  I soaked while she took 
a nap.  She didn't get up until after five and I already had dinner fixed.  We 
ate in silence.  She went right to bed and I did a little farming and smoked a 
righteous joint before turning in.

    It was early the next afternoon and I was driving back from Pahrump, 
Nevada.  It's a small town in the next county...About an hours drive from Las 
Vegas...Now from the cabin it was more like three hours but freeway all the 
way until you got to the Blue Diamond turnoff.  Prostitution is legal there.  
Maybe...Nah !  Couldn't be ??!!  Cindy was quiet most of the way and I dropped 
her off a couple of blocks from the biggest casino over in Pahrump and that 
wasn't very big.  She thanked me and even gave me a kiss on the cheek.

    The drive back was lonely but my mind was occupied with visions of Cindy.  
I can't remember what exactly woke me, maybe her image ?  I could hear the hot 
tub motor going and hear her splashing around in it.  I snuck to the edge of 
the loft and peered down into the darkness.  The light in the hot tub was on 
and I was in heaven.  I can't remember beating my meat since shortly after the 
operation...Just to see if I could get a hardon, mind you...Yea !  Right, 
Willy !

    .....She was floating on her back with her feet on the decking.  She 
hadn't shaved since she'd been here and the hair at her crotch was much darker 
than on her head.  I stroked myself a little and then wiggled back to get my 
glasses.  When I got back everything was in clear view.  I continued to stroke 
myself as I watched her watermelon size tits float around in the water.  Her 
areolae and nipples so light as to be hardly visible.  I was on bare cock now 
and stroking to beat the band.  My cock hurt it was so hard.  I considered 
walking down stairs naked and joining her but quickly changed my mind.  
No...She had to come to me for this to work.

    I watched for just ten minutes or so but during that time had two very 
powerful orgasms.  Now the second time I wasn't hard but the jerking around I 
did was just as powerful as the first.  God !  I wanted her.

    I slept like the dead and she teased the shit out of me all morning about 
how I probably watched her in the hot tub.  This cunt was a grade "A" prick 
tease or the most naive young lady in the world.  "Of course I was watching."  
I told her.  "...I find you irresistible and if the situation was a little 
different, you'd have a hard time keeping me away from you."  She blushed and 
rushed to the bedroom.  Five minutes later we were off.....

                          ***** CHAPTER ELEVEN *****

    Farming sucked, really...Watching plants grow is really the shits.  I was 
bored to death.  But it gave me a lot of time to think and think I did.  Now, 
I don't profess to really know what was going on but figured there was enough 
shit going on to know I needed back up.  I spent a lot of time preparing 
different escape plans.  I wasn't sure who I could trust ?  So I talked to a 
lot of different people, spread a lot of different stories around.  I knew a 
couple of important people in the valley...A judge and a city council woman.  
I don't think it's pertinent to the story to explain my relationship to 
them...Suffice it to say, they owed me a favor.  I wanted them on my side if 
the shit hit the fan...Probably should be "when" the shit hit the fan because 
I knew it was going to.

    Through several seemingly unrelated movements, I found myself at the cabin 
without transportation.  Carol set up most of it but that wasn't what 
concerned me.  I didn't figure it out until she drove away in the four by 
four.  She'd had one of her friends drive her up.  I spent most of the night 
awake after putting my backup on alert.....

    So !  I was ready when Carol called my beeper.  She knew I'd have to go to 
the general store...She was trying to draw me out.  That wasn't that odd.  I 
left the cabin and trotted down to the highway.  After crossing, when there 
was no traffic in sight, I headed toward the general store by alternate route 
number one.  Am I a smart mother fucker or what !?  I called my back up and 
then sat down and had a brew with the owner.

    About an hour after Carol's page, I dialed her cell phone number from the 
pay phone.  She'd know I was here.  She answered on the first ring and sounded 
anxious...Mind games are fun when you know everyone is playing by the same 
rules...But really what rules were there other than survival ?  Or winning ?  
Like some football coach said when I was a kid, "...there's winning and..."  I 
can't remember his name or the rest of it...Anyway, everything in life boiled 
down to what I learned in 'Nam...There are no fucking rules !

    "Willy...I'm sure I told you the cabin.  You must be smoking too much of 
that shit you grow...It's going to rot your brain, honey.  Come on, hurry back 
to the cabin.  I've got a surprise for you."  It was her last resort.  She 
didn't like using it.  It meant that she was being herded a bit...Had lost a 
little control.  He'd had access to a phone...Could have used it ?

    "Hey !  Babes...Just popped a top with Ernie.  I'll be home soon.  Stoke 
up the fire will you ?"  She'd know I was bullshitting.  Would now be in a 
panic state...not total panic but her plan had been shattered and she'd have 
to play the rest with a little more caution.

    I was on my way back to the cabin, walking through the forest...Keeping to 
the trail.  I sensed them before they became visible.  They all had ski masks 
on and were wearing tights and hiking boots with heavy jackets coming down to 
the middle of their thighs.  They were obviously women and if I hadn't been so 
stoned I might have figured it out a lot sooner.

    They were all carrying guns and I didn't hesitate.  I had my hands above 
my head in a split second.  The tallest one pointed her gun toward the path 
and I continued.  The three of them followed.  My mind was traveling at light 
speed.  None of them appeared to be teenagers.  They carried themselves like 
mature women.

    When we reached the cabin, they put a blind fold on me and then they were 
stripping off my clothes.  I admit I was scared shitless when it first came 
down but now that I was back in the cabin, I was pretty sure they meant me no 
harm.  I was handcuffed to the bedroom wall with my arms above me.  A joint 
was lit and put to my lips.  I inhaled deeply, trying to fill my flaccid penis 
with air, blood, anything.  I wanted to show them that this was turning me on.  
I wish I could get to my pills but I didn't think that was a player.

    The music came on...Stones...Real old...Her Satin Majesty's Request...Or 
something like that.  I was given a soft drink.  Another hit off the joint.  I 
was nearing blast off and was trying to command my dick to get hard.  All my 
thoughts were narrowly focused on my cock getting hard.  I though I could 
detect some movement.  I flexed and heard one of the women say.  "Look at his 
cock."

    Another one said.  "Good !"  My cock was getting harder by the second and 
I could hear them talking softly over by the door.  The door closed and then 
she was standing next to me.  Her hand came around my penis and squeezed it 
real hard.  I flexed back and she whispered.  "Wana fuck me, stud ?"  It was 
Erin.  My cock got harder.  One of them had to be Carol but who was the third 
one ?  "Can you do my friends also ?"  I flexed my cock again and she rubbed 
her crotch against my hip.

    I could feel her wiry pubic hair against my skin.  "Do you know why I'm 
first ?"  I started laughing and she joined me.

    "Let me down or when I do get down from here and I will, you know...Well, 
I'll just let your imagination work on that."

    "No chance, lover.  You're ours all night.  Sunrise and maybe, just maybe, 
we may release you.  Though...We might not be through with you by then.  The 
two in the other room are animals...They're going to come real close to 
killing you.  You're going to wish you didn't have a dick after tonight."

    I couldn't ever imagine not having a dick.  But what could they do to me ?  
I wasn't sure and even though I was starting to get scared, my cock was hard 
as steel.  "You like it don't you...The uncertainty...Like trying to pick up a 
young girl...Maybe she goes to the cops...Her parents...Whatever...You've been 
lucky...You know !"  Erin laughed a wicked little laugh.

    "He's ready, girls."  She was slowly beating me off.  I was starting to 
thrust my hips.  The magic was flowing through my veins.  I could feel it.  
They'd spiked the diet pepsi with a pink pill.  I was going to become an 
animal.  I could feel it.  The mask was yanked off my head and I saw them.

    Carol and Connie.  Not three feet away from me.  Carol was dressed in a 
black slick gym suit or something.  It looked like a body suit made of rubber.  
Her breasts were clearly visible, her nipples erect.  On her hands and knees 
next to her was Connie.  She was totally nude and had shaved her head.  I 
imagined that she shaved everything.  My cock was like steel.  Erin was still 
stroking it.

    Carol leaned close to me and whispered.  "She's ours, lover.  She's our 
slave, Willy...Is there something you want her to do...Something so deep and 
dark you haven't even told me ?  Huh ?  Is there ?"  She leaned down and ran 
her hand over Connie's bare scalp.  "Well...That's ok, Willy.  Because I've 
got a couple of things I'd like Connie to do for me...One of them is make that 
pecker of yours soft...By herself."  She laughed.  Connie was drinking out of 
a dog bowl.  I imagined it was the same stuff I was drinking.

    I'd given it to women before.  Carol wanted to try it one night after I 
discovered the secret.  I had to call about three other guys to calm her down.  
Jesus !  It was like a marathon.

    The girls' attention was focused on me when the two guys slipped into the 
room.  "Shows over, cunts."  It was Gary Cahill and he had my gun in his hand, 
although I don't remember loading it ?  Frank Malibu was flying across the 
room toward Carol.  He had her pinned to the bed before Gary stopped talking.  
She was fighting like a wild cat and Gary started laughing.  "Shit !  Frank, 
you get all the fun."  He turned to me and barked, "Erin, let him go."  Connie 
tried to get to her feet but Gary put his foot on her back and pushed her 
down.  She sprawled to the carpet.

    Gary stood with one foot on Connie's ass.  She squirmed around a little 
but knew it was hopeless.  Erin looked at me.  "Be a good girl, Erin, and I'll 
save you from some of the punishment."  I smiled.  She reached up and unlocked 
the cuffs.

    "You cunt, Erin."  It was a scream of treachery filling the room.  Carol 
was struggling like crazy on the bed.  Frank was laughing while running his 
hands all over her rubber suit.

    "Erin...Get on your knees...Hands on your head.  I think you know the 
drill."  I was on the way to the bed, rubbing my wrists.  "Carol...My love.  
This was your idea...Wasn't it ?"  I laughed.  "But it was doomed to failure, 
my dear, because about a million different things are going around.  I was 
more alert than usual but maybe...Just maybe I sensed it...Felt it...What else 
do you have planned ?"  I had her arms stretched out above her head, her 
wrists bound to the head board.

    Her eyes betrayed her.  There was another part.  I moved away from the 
bed.  "Well...Girls ?"  None of them made a move to talk.  They were afraid of 
what Carol might do to them later.  I helped Connie up, rubbing my hand 
between her legs and feeling her sex for a moment.  She was wet.  Gary and I 
handcuffed her to the bedpost and then threw her on to the bed with Carol.  I 
pulled Erin off her knees and handcuffed her to the wall.  The three of us 
walked out and I closed the door behind us.

    I torched up a joint and passed it to Frank.  Gary was pouring a shot of 
Jack.  "What the fuck is going on, Willy ?"

    "I'm not sure but I think there's more to come.  You guys game ?"

    Frank laughed as he nodded his head.  Gary was pouring another shot of 
Jack.

    "Aaah...Willy, how heavy is this going to get ?"

    "I think this is the hard part...I think it was my birthday present.  You 
know a weird sexual encounter ?"

    "Jesus !  You fuckers are really perverted.  Can't you just go out and 
pick up some strange ?  Fuck !  Last week...Well...Never mind, enough of this 
shit !"

                          ***** CHAPTER TWELVE *****

    I sensed them turn off the highway and start bumping down the dirt road to 
the cabin.  I walked over to the windows and looked toward the highway; saw 
the lights way before I heard them.  It's my van !  The girls wouldn't have 
given it to someone I didn't know but then who could it be ?  I had the lights 
off in the front room and had retrieved my Christmas present from Gary.  I 
didn't think I'd need it but do believe I feel more comfortable with it in the 
ice box instead of my sock drawer.  Nobody'd ever look in there for a 
gun...The icebox that is !?

    I could hear them coming up the stairs.  There were six of them, milling 
around by the door, looking for a light switch.  I turned on the lights and 
recognized one of them.  His name was Paul.  I knew him from long ago...When 
this all started.  I caught him fucking the young lady I was fucking and we 
shared her...It got better from there.  Connie was the only one who knew him.  
I didn't know the other five.  All were about late twenties, early thirties.  
A couple of black guys, must be Carol's friends...A couple of European looking 
guys, again, probably Carol.  All of them nicely dressed.

    "Been a little change in plans, gentlemen."  I was standing in the 
kitchen...Behind the kitchen counter...It kind of served as a bar.  Gary and 
Frank were in the bedroom.  Like I said...Back-up.  "Have a seat...The ladies 
will be here in just a few minutes."  They looked confused and for just a 
moment I thought I might be wrong ?

    Then Paul blurted out.  "This is the guy, man...He throws some awesome 
parties."  He was stoned as fuck and it was then I realized they all 
were...Well, maybe not on weed but ??  I waved as they all had their attention 
focused on me.

    The two European guys looked nervous.  Join the club, assholes.  So am I.  
I called out.  "Frank...Gary...We've got company."  All eyes shifted to the 
bedroom door when it opened and my back-up strode into the room.  By the time 
they looked back at me the gun was resting on the counter, in plain sight.  
"The two guys on the end."  Frank moved toward them in a step or two.  "How 
about letting my friend see if you're carrying.  This cabin's only big enough 
for one."

    Frank was all over them and came up with two weapons...A lot badder 
looking shit than mine.  He placed them on the counter.  "Sit...Anywhere you 
want...The party is only minutes away."  I carried the guns into the bedroom.  
Erin was struggling, trying to get free.  The other two were just lying on the 
bed, handcuffed to the headboard.  Carol glared at me.

    "Nice friends you have, Carol."  I held up their weapons.  "Tell them to 
leave their hardware in town the next time."  Although I really didn't believe 
there would be a next time.  By the time I got back to the front room there 
was a haze of marijuana smoke about waist high.  Gary was mixing a batch of 
margaritas.  I dialed the general store on Carol's cell phone and talked to 
the owner.  Told him everything was ok.  He told me there was somebody here to 
speak with me.

    It was Terry and she had six friends...More back-up.  Not too many guys 
are going to think about doing you harm if their brains are all struggling to 
exit their body through the head of their penis.  I laughed.  They'd be here 
in five minutes.  I thanked the owner for keeping the store open a little 
after hours.  I kind of expected it as I'm a pretty regular guy at his place.  
A neighbor...The store was only about three miles away.

    The seven of them trooped up the stairs, giggling and laughing...As young 
girls will do.  I knew all of them intimately.  They'd stared in many of my 
movies...Had made their college endowments...All of them able to attend any 
school in the country.  Erin had come up with some pretty good schemes to make 
money grow.

    They burst into the room and I breathed a sigh of relief.  Every swinging 
dick in the place was padlocked on them.  I laughed and headed off toward the 
bedroom as the girls dove for the dope and started mingling with the guys.  I 
checked in with the girls and all of them asked me to let them go.  I laughed.  
"And when were you going to let me go ?"  That quieted them down.

    I leaned over the bed and tweaked Carol's nipples.  She fought against me.  
"You're gonna sweat like a pig in this.....Cool.  I'm gonna like that."  I 
jumped off her and went to the closet.  The kneeler was just inside the door.  
I pulled it out into the room and went toward the bed before turning to face 
Erin.  She cringed.

    "Come on, Erin.  This wasn't in the plan...Was it, honey ?  You three were 
going to orgy with the six in the other room...Right...And make me watch ?  
Not let me participate until maybe I was pulling the bolts out of the 
wall...And then go crazy with the three of you after you all had been driven 
almost crazy by the studs in the other room...Right ?"

    Erin was silent.  I was leading her to the kneeler.  I could feel her 
shake a little.  Tied up naked women don't feel too comfortable.  I was 
pushing her over the kneeler and tying her wrists to the frame.  I left her 
ankles free.  She wasn't going anywhere.

    I went over to Connie uncuffed her from the bed.  I kissed her hard on the 
lips.  Her tongue was in my mouth.  Her saliva plentiful and warm.  I put 
pressure on her shoulder and she slithered to her knees.  Her mouth swallowed 
my hardon like it was a popsicle.  I grabbed her ears as she had no hair.  
What a freak out !!

    I was still naked from earlier...didn't notice until Gary mentioned 
it...When I took the gun back.  Frank had asked if it was loaded.  I didn't 
know.  It wasn't.  So I went and loaded it...Both Gary and Frank insisted.  
Anyway back to the blow job...

    I watched her shaved skull move back and forth in front of me for quite a 
while.  I could feel the tickle begin.  That's when I yanked her off me.  I 
tethered her back on to the bed.  I left them after plunging the room to 
darkness.  I went to the closet.  Nobody was paying any attention to anything 
other than the seven naked teenage girls traipsing around the room.

    I checked on the videos running in the bedroom.  "Hi !  Girls !"  I 
flooded the bedroom with light.  Their heads were on swivels looking around 
the room for cameras.  They were not detectable.  Eight of them.  I was 
getting hard thinking about later, after this orgy in the front room settles 
down.  I plunged the bedroom back into darkness.

    In the front room, the party was in full swing.  A couple of the girls 
were kneeling in the hot tub and blowing guys sitting on the edge.  One of the 
young things was sitting on a bar stool while some black guy fucked about a 
foot of cock in and out of her cunt.  She was out of control.  Yelling and 
screaming like it was her first fuck !  Oh !  Fuckin' "A" !  This was going to 
be hard !  Not participating that is...Well, the rest, too !

                          ***** CHAPTER THIRTEEN *****

    The party never took off like I thought it would but about twenty minutes 
after checking in with the girls again, I let Frank and Gary join the fun.  
All of them ended up in the loft.  I watched for a while but it was obvious 
that most of these guys were uncomfortable fucking in a group.  Well, there 
were a couple of exceptions...Frank and Gary, obviously and that fuck off, 
Paul.

    Paul kept coming down stairs and telling me what a great time he was 
having, "like the old days, Willy."  I shoed him back up stairs and headed to 
the video room.  Up came the lights.  The last time in I had brought them all 
soft drinks.  They refused the joint I offered but I had planned for that 
contingency.  There was a mild hallucinogen in their soft drinks.

    With a hidden projection camera I flooded the far wall, above where Erin 
was tied to the kneeler, with a clock.  She probably wouldn't be able to see 
it but the girls would talk about it.  The clock was running at half speed and 
was just reading eight-twenty.  It was really after ten.  Time flies when 
you're having fun !

    "Good evening, ladies.  Welcome to the adventure of your life.  You've all 
led interesting lives so far but I believe that even if you live to be a 
hundred you'll never experience an experience like tonight...I hope you've 
prepared yourselves for this moment because..."  I started yelling into the 
mic.  "...There will be no bullshit tonight, bitches !  Your twats are mine 
tonight, cunts !"

    I plunged the room back into darkness and listened to them whisper to each 
other.  Erin was whimpering.  Carol was whispering something to Connie, I 
couldn't hear.  I listened for a while until I heard some noise in the front 
room.

    It was Gary and Frank, having sated themselves.  "That brunette was a hot 
bimbo, wasn't she Frank ?  God !  Could she suck cock !  You know every time 
Willy sets me up with something, she can suck a golf ball through a garden 
hose."

    Frank was lighting up a joint.  He squeaked back to Gary.  "Hey !  
Remember !  None of that bimbo shit around Willy.  Jesus !  He damn near 
chewed my head off the other day when I said something just as stupid as you 
just did."

    I switched mics and threw my voice over by the kitchen.  They both turned 
toward my voice.  I was out of the closet, behind them.  I came up and was 
only a few feet away before they noticed me.  It was like I appeared out of no 
where.

    "Time to wrap this up and get rid of the orgy upstairs."  Gary just nodded 
his head.  Frank went looking for his clothes.  "And Gary...Cut out the bimbo 
shit, will you...Please ?  Every one of those young ladies has better than a 
three-five and I know you were just about in the same boat I was.  Weren't you 
a `back bencher' ?"

    Gary smiled sheepishly.  "Yea, no sweat, Willy.  You going to need any 
more help after we get rid of the trash ?"

    "No.  I'm going to handle the rest myself.  Hope you understand."


    Gary laughed.  "We going to ever see this in video ?"  I just looked up at 
the ceiling and started laughing.

    "Hey !  What's a `back bencher ?'  You fuckers...Talking that air force 
shit again ?  Let's get this show on the road.  Some of us civilians have to 
work for a living so you two fuckers can jerk off every day !"  Gary and I 
were laughing like crazy.

    Twenty minutes later the van pulled out of the drive way.  I walked the 
perimeter until Gary called from the Santa Fe.  I figured I was safe now.  I 
debated whether to send the guns with them but ended up giving them to Frank.  
The carriers would get them when they were let go at the MGM.  I took my time 
dressing while listening to the girls.  I'd turned the clock to normal speed 
and none of them figured time was passing by rather quickly.  I cranked it up 
to three times speed.  One of them would surely notice.

    It was Carol.  "Hey !  Connie...Check out the clock.  Is it going faster 
or am I seeing things ?"

    "Shit !  How am I...Oh !  Fuck !  Can you hear them ?  Where are they ?  I 
can hear them."  Connie had good ears as I was slowly bringing up crowd noise 
in the bedroom.  There were twelve fucking very expensive speakers in the 
room.  I could throw any sound in any corner I wanted to.  The crowd noise was 
off a CD.  A CD that had nothing but different sounds...Some strange, some 
every day sounds.  I tweaked it up a bit.  It sounded like the sound at a 
concert...You know, when the crowd starts to realize the name act is on the 
stage but the lights aren't up yet.

    I turned a spot light on Erin.  It lit up the area just around the 
kneeler.  She yelled out, "Oh !  Fuck !"  I laughed.  The other two were 
bathed in darkness.  Show Time !

                         ***** CHAPTER FOURTEEN *****

    Officer Tamarack burst into the bedroom and strode straight for the 
kneeler.  I looked as much as possible like Erin's ex-husband as I could.  He 
was smaller than I but pretty much the same build.  Fake mustache and all.  I 
was dressed as a cop and wearing one of those motor cycle helmets.  It might 
be hot but Erin was the easiest.  I'd spent a long time trying to remember 
little cliches and sayings he used when we were kids.

    "Aah...Ms. O'Connel or is it Tamarack.  You change names like a guy 
changes his underwear."  Maybe that's a bad cliche but it's too late now.  
This was all adlib.  "Looks like you're in a little jam here.  Seems the 
authorities want to know where that good for nothing Tamarack is.  No doubt."  
He'd used it relentlessly when were kids.  Erin jerked around and looked up at 
me.  I was wearing some mirrored cop shades.

    A low moan escaped her throat.  I reached down and grabbed her blonde 
hair.  "Take a good look cunt.  It's pay back time...All that fucking around 
you did...Tonight's payback."

    Her ass tried to escape my hand.  Her cunt was clammy, not wet but damp, 
sweaty.  I ran my hand up to her exposed asshole and reamed a finger into her 
anus.  She tightened up and I had to force it all the way in.  She was dry.  
She wouldn't be for long.

    I yanked my finger out of her ass and slapped one of her butt cheeks.  My 
cock was like steel.  "Well...Where is the mother fucker ?"  I slapped her 
butt again.  My finger went into her butt a lot easier the second time.  
"Gettin' juicy back here, dear."  He always called her dear.  Her sphincter 
tightened up around my finger.  "Yea !  That's it bitch...I want you to 
squeeze my dick like that too !

    "Give the cock bite up, bitch !  He ain't going to be worth the shit I'm 
going to put you through...Give him up and I'll just fuck your butt for a 
little while...Lord knows I won't be in the top one hundred...But you got one 
nice ass lady and such a tight little asshole."  I was working my finger in 
and out of her ass like I was jacking off.  She was slimy and wet.

    I yanked my finger out and slapped her ass until it was warm to the 
touch...Both cheeks.  I was wearing a strap-on that gave me about another inch 
but added very little girth.  It'd be enough.  I had it greased up and ready 
to go.  The head popped right in and Erin's head jerked up.  I grabbed her by 
the hair and slowly pulled myself into her bowels.

    "Where's that worthless cock, bitch.  This is a rubber dick, honey, and I 
can fuck you until I die of exhaustion."  I started sawing in and out of her 
anus.  Even through the strap on, I could feel her tightness.  I was really 
rocking back and forth when she lost control.  She was jerking around in front 
of me like she was plugged into a wall socket.  Her bladder gave out first and 
then her bowels.

    She was screaming like an animal and looked like she was baying at the 
moon.  Her anus was loose and slippery.  I'd have to throw the carpet out.  I 
slowly pulled the rubber dick out of her ass and watched some liquid shit 
dribble down her thigh.  Her asshole looked like a train had been driven 
through it.  I poked the dick back in her and pumped a little.  She jerked 
around like a rag doll in front of me and I soon tired of this perversion.

                                    #####

    She was driving down the snow packed road to the highway.  I could see the 
brake lights flash on and off every once and a while.  We didn't talk at all.  
She let me help clean her up a bit and dressing her was rather erotic.  We 
kissed at the van and she left.

    I spent a long time in the front room, smoking reefer and mapping out my 
next move.  Connie would be harder but I was willing to bet she'd be a quick 
one.  After all, I'm not going to beat the shit out of her like her old man 
did !

    If you're going to do some shit without people knowing, you can't leave a 
paper trail.  One of the bills for Connie's stay at the Shady Farms Rest Home 
was left in the trash one morning at the condo.  Took me a couple of days but 
I was strolling the halls almost at will as a supervisor of sanitary engineers 
on Tuesday.  Wednesday, I saw her.  It wasn't pretty.  I was trying to weave 
it altogether but could never quite do it.

    I looked in the mirror and was greeted by major general Al Moore.  I 
listened in the viewing room for a few seconds.

    "...up, you cunt.  He's not going to hit you like your old man did...And 
quit whining, you slut.  This weak dick will wilt before he gets started on 
you...It's fucking Willy...You've been doing too much of that white powder.  I 
told you to...Oh !  God !  They're coming !  Oh !  Nooooooooo !"  I was 
feeding dungeon sounds into the room and listening to Carol rant and rave.  
The screams were very audible now.  I could hear them in the front room.

    I kicked the bedroom door open and the stench was horrible.  The room was 
dark.  I pulled Connie off the bed after taking the cuffs off.  She kept 
moaning out, "Please...Please...Don't...Let me go...Never again...I promise."  
She was in a world of her own daemons and here, I was going to add another.

    I struggled to get her chained to the ceiling.  She had to stand in Erin's 
shit.  I imagined it oozing up through her toes but there wasn't really that 
much of it.  A couple of good squirts is all.  Connie didn't smell too good 
herself.  I left her and went back to the viewing closet.  The lights came on 
in the bedroom.  Connie was still whimpering when I turned the screaming down.

    I stood in front of her rubbing the huge rubber dick I had in my pants.  
"I hear you like it rough, cunt."  Her eyes focused at me and she started 
screaming.

    Carol yelled something at her.  I was too focused to pick it up.  Yea !  
Ok !  I was too stoned to catch it.

    "Well...You gonna tell me where that prick, Tamarack is ?  Or do I have to 
beat it out of you."  She just whimpered.  I ran my hand up between her legs 
and she was a swamp.  Her shaved cunt lips were hanging down and I could swear 
there was sweat dripping off of them.  Her hips started bucking as I teased 
her hanging labia.  "You like it don't you ?"

    I stepped away.  This was fucked up...I didn't have the...What ?  I was 
tiring of this game.  Fuck it !  I left and plunged the bedroom into darkness.  
Back in the bedroom, in the dark, I took Connie down and put her in the 
shower.  She looked somewhat human after the shower and then we were getting 
her dressed.  Her car was parked down the road at the mouth that opened on to 
the highway.  I watched her brake lights disappear into the night.

    The walk back was invigorating in the cold air.  I was keyed up after 
arriving at the cabin.  It was just a little after three...Good time.  About 
three hours until sunrise.  The night was quiet.  I thought about checking the 
can line, as I called it.  Good idea !  I trudged up through the snow and 
found none of them disturbed.

    The East German thing came to me in a...Well, not exactly a dream but I 
was pretty fucked up at the time.  I thought back to our time in the Eastern 
Block...A lot of fun but some pretty strange shit went down...Maybe, that's 
where this all began ?

    Anyway, I dressed slowly...Listening to the german marching music filling 
the bedroom.  Carol was half asleep when I got back from the can check.  I had 
to wrestle with her but finally forcibly tied her to the wall.  She wasn't 
near as strong as I feared.  The flood lights were blinding.  I was getting 
excited.  I peaked into the bedroom.

                         ***** CHAPTER FIFTEEN *****

    I turned the strobe light on just before entering the room.  Carol was 
squinting to get a good look at me.  When I stepped into the light her face 
drained of blood.

    I muttered some german phrases...All gobbly gook...and grabbed her hair.  
I moved my face toward her and spit out.  "Give him up, fraulein...He's a 
fucking spy and both of us know it."  Her eyes flashed open and then relaxed 
again.  I froze and whispered.  "Got close, didn't I ?  Come on...There are 
ways that only your friends would understand...Have they told you, yet ?"  Her 
eyes flashed open then closed like she couldn't look at me...Like I could 
coerce her with my will...I really tried.  My face was about three inches from 
hers.  I could smell her even with the rubber suit on.

    I was dressed head to toe as a East German Stasi officer.  Now this 
fucking costume had cost a whole lot of bucks but there was a lot of that shit 
floating around with the demise of the soviet union and the rest of the 
Eastern block.

    I slapped her face a little harder than I intended but Carol didn't appear 
to be hurt.  "Come on, fraulein...Fill in the blanks and I'll let you go."  
There was always the possibility that she didn't know anything but I think she 
suspected like I did.  They just had too much money and were too well 
organized, chain of command and all that shit.  I'd have to wander around his 
place one night and see what kind of action floats in and out.

    I slapped her again...Not near as hard and went to get the machine.  I'd 
seen this porno movie when I was...Well, it doesn't matter when.  There was 
this machine in it...A fucking machine...With this dildo that...Well, I'm sure 
some of you can picture it.  I had the fucking biggest dildo on it I could 
find...Lots of little knobs on it...It was going to drive her to hell and 
back...'Cause that's were I figured we'd all end up...If there was such a 
place ?  I was trying to convince myself that there wasn't...That my good 
deeds out weighed my daemons.

    I pulled it right in front of her and she spat at me.  "Figures...A 
fucking machine...You weak dick."  I lashed out at her and slapped her real 
hard.  My fist in her stomach made her bring her legs up and I grabbed her 
right calf and placed it in the stirrup.  The left was harder but I soon had 
her strapped into place.

    I started rubbing her crotch.  I could feel the pad of her bush and even 
the furrow of her womanhood through the rubber suit.  She'd been struggling 
around but held very still when I showed her the knife.  I ran the knife right 
up her crotch.  The rubber parted and there was nothing but cunt...A very 
hairy cunt.

    I turned on the machine and guided the bulbous rubber cock toward the 
forest of hair between her legs.  It was touching her pubic hair on the 
in-stroke.

    "Come on, faggot...I'll fuck the machine to death and then do you to boot, 
you cock sucker."

    "That you will, my dear.  I can hardly wait for the ride."  I edged the 
head into her and then forcibly pushed the shaft all the way into her.  It was 
just a little over nine inches...Not great length but the girth was out of 
this world and the knobs were just cherry.  I chocked the machine and went 
over and sat on the bed.

    Every second that big fat rubber cock made a trip in and out of Carol's 
womb.  She was already moving with the machine.  Her eyes had given up.  She 
knew all her bullshit was just that...Bullshit !  Any minute now she was going 
to start having orgasm after orgasm until she was too weak to fuck back but 
nothing was going to make that rubber cock soft...Nothing !

    I lit up a joint and started getting out of my costume.  My cock was hard 
as snot and stuck out of my groin at about ninety degrees from my body.  I 
flexed it but she was beyond caring.  The room was being filled with her moans 
and groans.  Every few minutes she'd start chanting.  "Oh !  Ooh !  Oooh !"

    "Give him up and it stops, Carol...Come on, honey."  I was standing close 
to her and the stink was almost unbearable.  Sweat was trickling down from her 
eyebrows and dribbling on to her rubber suit.  "You're gonna pass out from 
dehydration if you don't give him up soon, lover.  It's not worth it."  It 
wasn't a being I was competing with but fear.  I could smell it on her.  Like 
I smelled it on myself in Alabama when I found the cops or DEA or whatever 
they were.

    I hadn't smelled fear like that in a long time...Paranoid ?  Maybe, but 
I'd rather describe it as being prepared.  Taking the time to sense my 
surroundings and then taking appropriate action.  Sure I was afraid of getting 
caught doing some of the shit I was doing.  But I honestly didn't think it was 
that wrong...I mean like really down and dirty wrong.

    My friends, as I called them, were getting wonderful opportunities that 
would never be available to them in a million years.  Oh !  Fuck !  This is 
just rationalization...Fuck !  It's not like I'm raping them or forcing them 
to do something that just about comes natural with just about everyone.  Some 
are just getting a little early exposure.  Not many think bad of young men who 
get the same experience !

    Carol's head was lolling back and forth.  Dribble was coming out of the 
side of her mouth.  I yanked the machine out of her and pushed it away.  I was 
in her and she was like a cave.  I lowered my cock head and thrust up into her 
rectum.  Her muscles flexed and I could feel her sphincter slide down my pole 
as I filled her bowels.  She was alive on me, knowing that the only way she 
would get down is to please me.  It was exquisite.

    Sweat was coming off her face like a water fall.  Her body parts would 
jerk around and then tense up, relaxing after a brief spasm.  My cock felt 
like it was inside a wild being from some other time or maybe planet.  She was 
grabbing me again.  I was approaching orgasm quickly...God !  It was like the 
life was being drained out of me.  I started to lose consciousness.  Carol was 
grinning at me through the grimaces marring her face.  It was wicked looking 
and I wished I'd taken a pill.

    I focused on the wall beyond her rag doll like face.  I could hardly 
communicate with her.  My cock kept pumping in and out of her asshole.  It was 
like I found my second wind...Like I just poked it in her.  I tried to freeze 
time and it crept by.  "Uunh !  Uunh !  Uunh !"  I was using my thighs and 
drilling myself into her.  Her body was jerking with my cadence.  I stopped 
her flailing head by grabbing her hair.  It was like she'd just got out of the 
shower although the wetness had a stickiness to it.

    Her eyes opened and I bored mine into hers.  I let go of her head and put 
my arms up above her head, bracing myself against the wall.  I really started 
to "T" off in her.  My cock was the only reason for her being.  I could feel 
her mind open up...The pictures...Elija was there...In russia...On our trip.  
He was in the bazaar outside Moscow and that's when I really hit pay dirt.

    Oh !  God !  The debauchery made what happened during the war in South 
East Asia seem like a church sunday school.  I finally dragged Erin and I out 
before we met the devil himself.  I really felt we were close.  I could feel 
her talking to him, only his name wasn't Elija but she knew it.  There were 
other times and vile debauchery was never far behind.

    "I haven't taken the pill, dear.  This is what you do to me."  I was 
really straining to hold off the explosion.  She smiled and then her eyes 
rolled back into the top of her head.

                         ***** CHAPTER SIXTEEN *****

    It was mid-day before she moved.  We were spooned together on the couch in 
the front room.  When she jerked awake she tried to hide it.  I'd been wide a 
wake the whole time.  Yea !  Right, Willy !?

    I started nibbling on her neck.  The rubber suit had been cut from her 
body.  It was warm under the quilt.  I reached around and started rubbing her 
mound.  She was turning and on top of me...Now, under the covers, sucking my 
cock.  Her mouth was dry but was soon dribbling saliva down my shaft.  We both 
stank to high heaven but it kind of added to the sexual excitement that was 
growing in the room.

    Her rump came around and planted itself on my face.  Her cunt lips were 
swollen and hanging out of her pubic hair.  I ripped her vagina apart and ate 
at my leisure.  Her mouth was now like a wet suction cup enveloping my 
hardness.  Her finger was drilling it's way up my ass and then she was licking 
my balls.  My cock surged with strength.  Her tongue was reaming it's way in 
my asshole.  I bucked her up off of me.

    She landed on the carpet with a loud noise and I came after her.  She made 
me force her thighs apart but her eyes told me to get in her quick.  She 
needed it.  I finally pushed them apart but she rolled away from me.  I caught 
her by the door and on the bare floor, drilled myself into her womb.  We both 
jerked with a different rhythm and then spent ourselves on the alter of the 
heavens.  It was dark when we woke.

    We rolled up the carpet and while still, naked took it to the four by 
four.  It was going to be a cold drive to the condo.  She threw a snowball at 
me when I came around the back of the vehicle.  I chased her upstairs, finally 
cornering her on the bed.  Her mouth enveloped me and I crumpled to the ground 
as the life ebbed out of me.

    I woke at four and without a stitch on walked the can line.  It got light 
about two hours later and Carol missed the sun rise.  It was still cold when 
we left for the condo.  Carol was on her cell, talking to who knows who ?  I 
was positive now that I wanted to have nothing to do with them.

                                    *****

    "Well...Stephan ?  What is so damn fucking important that you have to get 
me up in the middle of the night ?"

    "We've had a sighting on Tamarack."  Elija was immediately awake and 
alert.  He was out of bed.  Stephan was always amazed at the size of his boss' 
cock.  It dangled about as the old man moved across the room to his closet.

    "Well...Go on."

    "One of our guys...He's coming home from up North.  Well...Anyway, 
Tamarack blows by him doing about ninety just South of the Charleston turn off 
on 95.  The guy swears he just appeared behind him...He said there'd been 
nobody behind him for a while.  About six-thirty this morning.  The woman was 
with him.  Didn't she call you this morning about that time ?"

    Elija didn't like the way this was going down.  Too fucking complicated. 
"Forget the woman...I want lots of guys up that road today looking for 
possible haunts...Today and what took you so long to get the information ?"

    "Long story.  Let's just say that the guy who held up the information has 
seen the error of his ways.  I kept it real quiet.  Only the four of us know.  
What do I tell the guys...Going to Charleston ?"

    "Tell'em we're looking for a place to lay low...Shit !  I don't know ?  
Carol believes this guy can see into the future sometimes...Kind of knows 
what's happening before it happens.  I think...Well, never mind...Just find 
the fucker !"

    Stephan left the room thinking that just maybe this Tamarack broad had 
committed some perversion with Elija that was new or something ?  Shit !  That 
couldn't be...There were no new perversions.  Elija had invented some of them.  
What hold does this bitch have on the old man ?

    "Wayne Montana speaking."

    "Elija here...We found Tamarack."

                             ***** Epilogue *****

    It was dusk and Erin Tamarack was on her way back to Las Vegas from L.A. 
where she put in a court appearance for one of the firm's clients.  She was 
wandering through the limo area on the way to her car when she saw him.  Well, 
she wasn't sure...She only saw his back...Wasn't positive but sure thought it 
looked like Rich Clark.  She'd watched him on video during the sting and then 
there was the time she was fucking him.  Yea !  She was positive.  He was 
getting into a limo.  There was another man in the back seat...An older 
man...And off they went.

    She pulled out her cell phone and dialed Carol's number.  It rang and 
rang.  Carol must not be near it or more likely was getting her brains fucked 
out and not answering.  She tried the condo, hoping to catch Connie.  She was 
usually up by now, getting ready for work.  As a last resort, she dialed 
Willy's beeper.

    Connie Clark had just left the condo and was on her way to work.  She'd 
been told there was a very wealthy guy coming into town tonight and that he 
was all hers.  She was anxious...It was her first big break, she hoped.

    Elija was talking very deliberately.  "...positive.  No doubt in my mind.  
The three of them stay at the condo most of the week.  Tamarack comes and goes 
and we're still not sure where he spends most of his time.  That's why we 
thought it would be a good idea for you to have a little talk with your ex.  
We're sure she knows and if you can't get it out of her...I can.  I imagine 
you wouldn't mind watching...Ought to be real interesting.  Then we give the 
info to the narcs and...Watch the fun."

    "I want them all...all, hurt real bad...These fuckers have ruined my 
fucking life...But most of all I want Tamarack...The broads, I just want to 
fuck with...A little."  Rich Clark could feel the adrenaline rush through his 
body.  He started laughing.  "I want them all real bad, Elija but...That 
fucking Tamarack...I want that fucker dead."

    "Now...Now, Rich.  Twenty years in prison getting his candy ass fucked 
every night...While we're turning his wife into a street whore...I think you 
can settle for that !"  Elija started laughing like crazy thinking of the fuck 
he threw Carol Tamarack...Seemed like eons ago.  God !  That bitch was an 
animal.  He could hardly wait to watch her on the rack.

                                    #####

    Connie Clark was on her way upstairs.  She was nervous.  Her boss told her 
this was the big time.  No more nickel dime shit.  If she brought home the 
bacon that is ?  She laughed to herself.  She'd bring home the whole pig !

    Rich Clark moved toward the door and looked through the peep hole.  It was 
her.  His pulse quickened.  He was oblivious to Elija, sitting on the bed.  He 
yanked the door open and lashed out at his ex wife, caught her by the hair and 
pulled her into the room.  He was on top of her on the bed, his hands still in 
her hair.  She hadn't made a sound, her eyes wide open like she couldn't 
believe what she was seeing.

    Rich leaned down close to her face and whispered, "You're gonna die, bitch 
and that fucking Tamarack is going to die with you."  He raised his hand to 
drive his fist into her face but at the last moment was restrained by Elija.

    "But first, Ms. Clark, or is it Tamarack.  That fucking Willy has more 
wives than I can keep up with."  He laughed.  It sounded like a cackle.  
"Where is your boy friend ?"

                                     end

                             !!! COMING SOON !!!
                       *** "The Shit Hits the Fan" ***

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