King XXVI Lisa Ann

This novel include graphic sex scenes, some involving minors, rape and forced sex. It is purely a fantasy and is not depicting real people or events. It is intended as a satire and is meant to be both funny and stimulating. The stories have a political slant as you will see. I hope you enjoy them. New chapters will be published as they are finished.

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Back in New Jersey, one of Mom's and Tisha's new employees received a call from a client she'd never heard of before. With Mom and Tisha out in California, Lisa Ann, as she called herself, did not have the wall of screening between her and her customer that Mom and Tisha liked to provide, particularly for new, young girls. Lisa Ann had convinced Tisha she was 18 by displaying a fake birth certificate. In actuality, Lisa Ann was barely 16 and looked it. That made her a favorite of some of the old Boardwalk pervs who had a thing for young, young girls.

Somehow the client got Lisa Ann's direct number and called to make a date. She took the call in homeroom and had trouble hearing everything the client said except that Tisha had approved the direct call. He offered her $500 for an hour out call, more money than Lisa Ann had seen in quite some time. She accept the invitation to meet him that night at an Atlantic City hotel. She told her parents she was going to a friend's house to study and that she would be back by midnight.

When she arrived at the hotel, she noticed that there seemed to be a police presence in the area. They were obviously looking for someone, she thought, but didn't think too much about it. As she walked through the lobby toward the glass encased elevators, she notices a striking, tall athletic-looking blonde speaking directly into a walkie talkie of some type giving directions to someone on the other end.

She went to the fifth floor and room 532 where her client had agreed to meet her. She tapped lightly on the door after looking around to see if anyone else was in the hallway.

"Aren't you cute?" said the man who opened the door. "My friend who described you to me hardly did you justice."

He was tall, thin and, thought Lisa Ann, extraordinarily good looking for one of her clients who mostly resembled old, rotten prunes. She thought for a minute that she would enjoy this liaison and that maybe she should pay him for the privilege. But she sure needed that $500.

'Hello, Mister, I am sorry to bring up the money, but I have been taught to get the unpleasantness out of the way first so we can have fun," Lisa Ann said when she was in the room. She noticed the client had locked the door, but that wasn't unusual. It actually made her feel safer because it meant the police outside were, at least in her mind, sealed out and would not interrupt. While counting the money, she said, "you're not a cop are you? There sure are a bunch of them outside."

"Yes, I know, they are looking for me," the man said.

For the first time, Lisa Ann was nervous.

"Why, Mister, did you do something bad?' she asked.

"Oh yes, Lisa, I am a very, very bad man," he said.

"You kill someone?"

"Many, many people," he said.

"Look, I don't want any trouble," said Lisa Ann. "I'll give back your money and get out of here. I promise I won't tell anyone."

He caught her with a massive hand around her tiny neck.

"No, you won't be leaving here anytime soon," he said. "I'm stuck in here until the police leave and you are my entertainment for tonight."

"But Mister, why me?" she cried. "I've never done anything to you."

"Members of your family have done great injustice to mine," the man said. "I picked you out because you were the only one I could reach out to tonight and frankly, I am not yet strong enough or prepared to go after my real target just yet. I came here hoping to catch up to his mother and sisters but you'll do for now."

"You're not going to kill me? she pleaded.

"No, not kill, but I will hurt you very severely," he said. "I am going to do things to you that you have never dreamed in your worst nightmares and just for my personal pleasure. It is nothing personal. I do these things because I can do them."

"I am not part of any family that insulted yours," Lisa Ann said. "My Dad's a day trader and my mom teaches high school."

"You will soon discover you are distantly related to the people I came to New Jersey to kill," the man said. "You are part of a vast extended family that stretches back through time to even before the ascent of man."

He ripped open her blouse and was pleased to see she wore no bra.

"What pretty, little, perky, pink-tipped titties," he said. "I'll bet you have tight, almost virginal holes."

"Look, if you want a virgin, that's not me," said Lisa Ann. "I've been turning tricks since I was 13."

"Don't try to get out of it, my pretty Lisa Ann," said the man. "Our date was arranged long before you were ever even born. This is the fulfillment of prophecy."

"I don't want to be part of any prophecy," she sobbed.

"We all have our roles in history to play," he said. "And you will fill yours, though it will be very, very unpleasant for you."

Donna was on the cell phone calling me from New Jersey.

"Brad, the police have left," she said. "My people stuck around hoping he'd show up, but somehow he must have sensed a trap and stayed away."

"No, Donna, he's there," I said. "I have it on good authority. He's just sitting back watching and waiting and probably laughing at us."

"On what authority, Brad?" Donna said. "You never did tell me how you learned Buckner would be here."

"Donna, if I told you, you'd be laughing at me, too," I said.

"More of your family mysticism," Donna said, not amused. "Look, I don't mind being sent on a wild goose chase, but I sure wish you'd be more open with me about what's going on."

"Donna, I told you what I could," I said. "I was told my mother and sisters were in danger. That's why I called them to come out to California. I was also told that we could count on Buckner being at that hotel last night and that if we were vigilant, we could catch him and prevent great harm to a member of our family."

"Well, I wonder," Donna said. "Do you have other family members living in the area?"

"I asked, Mom, and she said, none she or Tisha knew of," I said. "But I have a large, extended family. After the the trouble in the 1930s and 1940s, members of our family were sent into hiding all over and given new names. We call it our Diaspora. If there are members of my family living nearby, we wouldn't necessarily know about them or they about us."

"Well, we're going to close down shop here in a little bit," she said. "I got no sleep last night and neither did anybody else in my family. The custodial staff here at the hotel are just beginning their rounds and I want to get a do not disturb sign on my door before they come knocking wanting to clean up."

"Okay, sleep tight and thanks," I said.

"No problem," she said. "You know I love you, Brad."

"The feeling is mutual," I said.

It was very early in California and I resolved to go back to sleep myself. Little did I know, it would be the last time any of us would get any sleep in a long time.

At about 7 a.m., I got another call from Donna.

"Brad, she is only 15, maybe 16," Donna was crying.

"Who is only 15 or 16?"

"We don't know her real name for sure yet," Donna said. "But my god, the things he did to her. Only a monster could...only a monster."

"What did who do? Buckner?"

"Yes, the authorities think so," Donna said. "A maid found her in an empty room, 532 I believe. He raped her repeatedly, stuck things up inside her that must have been terribly painful."

"She's dead?"

"No, that would have been too merciful. He left her alive to suffer and as a message to us."

"Why do the authorities think it was Buckner?" I asked.

"Well, the maid who saw a man leave the room this morning gave a description that sounded like what Claire told us Buckner looks like. Also, they compared his signature to the signature we had from other documents we know Buckner signed and they are similar. He used a different name here, of course, but the signatures were similar."

"How could he have snuck into that hotel after we warned the police to be on the look out for him?"

"Brad, he used a disguise to get in here," Donna said. "And you know how people are. Tell them to look out for an Indian and they'll report every body with a sun burn for miles away. Tell them to look for a tall, good-looking fellow with a mustache and they don't notice details. Besides, finding Buckner was important to us. I don't think finding him was as important to the local police as it was to us...at least until now."

"No one did a room-to-room search?"

"Brad, there are over a thousand rooms in this complex," Donna said. "None of us had the resources to thoroughly search every room. A lot of doors got knocked on, but if he came to the door dressed as a woman or an old man, I'm not so sure the police or our people would have inquired further. Remember, we thought we were catching him by surprise."

"Look to see if there is a connection between this girl and my family," I said.

"We've already discovered some," Donna said. "She was carrying business cards from your mom's escort service.'

"That not good. She is underage?"

"Yes, but we checked with the service and your mom's staff has a birth certificate on file saying she was 18," Donna said. "The name on the birth certificate was Jassie Midsole'."

"Midsole'!" I said. "It doesn't sound like she was possibly related, but you never know. Find out more about her local family."

"Okay, Brad, I'll let you know when I hear something."

"They think she will survive?"

"They are optimistic," Donna said. "but my god, she may never recover from the emotional or physical scars. He broke a wine bottle up inside of her."

Mom and Tisha were, of course, devastated when they heard what happened.

"Lisa Ann?" said Tisha. "I hired her. She was at least 18."

"Donna seems to think she was young, maybe even 15."

"Geez, Tisha, I told you to check these girls out better before hiring them," Mom said.

"I did, Mom, but she had a birth certificate and plenty of references," Tisha said. "She looks young but she'd been turning tricks for a long time before she came to work for us."

"Well that may not help things when the authorities look into her past," I said.

"But you know that Gloria Denali hires some awful young-looking talent for her movies for your studio, so don't go all high and mighty on us," Tisha said.

"I'm not," I said. "But the police may not be so understanding in light of the butchery of a young girl in our employ."

"Christ. Lisa Ann!" Mom said. "I knew she was trouble when I saw her. She never wanted to play by the rules and get assignments confirmed from us before she went out. She probably went on this one without even calling the office."

"Mom, Lisa Ann has been raped, beaten and cut up," I said. "I think we should focus on owning up to our responsibilities and making sure she gets the care she needs. She may have stepped into this unaware but we put her into a situation where she could get in trouble. She evidently was too young to make these decisions on her own."

"I know, baby," Mom said. "It's just that I don't know if I'll ever be able to assuage my guilt."

"Look, you two, Buckner did this," Brenda said. "You had limited responsibility."

"Maybe," I said. "But it sure doesn't feel that way."

I drove to the office feeling extremely depressed. Creech and I made arrangements to see that Lisa Ann got the best medical coverage money could buy. The police were still trying to track down Lisa's family When Lisa did not show up at school, someone got smart and put two and two together.

"It looks like you were related to her," Donna told me during a noon time call. "Her family's original name was Krilenko, too, but she would have been the daughter of a distant cousin on your mother's side. They came out here in the 30's as you surmised when your family was going through what you call your personal Diaspora."

"Is she any better?" I said.

"Doctors still are not saying much," Donna said. "I just heard she came to for awhile and started screaming."

"Poor kid," I said.

"Yes, I can't imagine how she withstood the torture she underwent," Donna said. "She's just another latch key kid whose parents never bothered to check up on what she was doing. Dad worked all day, and Mom was apparently having affairs with some of the high school boys she taught. It's a sick, sick world."

"I wonder if there would be a porn industry or a prostitution industry if it were not for latch key kids and girls with low self-esteem," I said.

Days passed but seemed to drag on. A week after Lisa Ann was found, I was called to New Jersey and the hospital where she was staying. I was told she had a message she needed to deliver to me in person.

"You're Brad?" she said. Her face was still bandaged, her arms were in traction and she had a cast around her pelvic area. I was told that their were cigarette burns all over her body in addition to the other injuries she suffered.

"Yes, I am Brad," I said. "I am sorry this happened to you and I am determined we will catch and punish the bastard who did this to you."

"I know," she said. "I understand that you are helping my parents with the hospital bills and I thank you for that. I don't know that they cared enough to even noticed what had happened to me."

"I think you are wrong about that," I said. "Your mom..."

"Is a cheap whore who fucks high school boys," she said. "And Dad, I haven't talked to him since I was beaten. It's a sad world, Brad. Don't blame yourself. That bastard, Buckner told me that what happened to me was prophecy. Do you believe that?

"I believe that there are things in the world we really don't understand."

"That's lame, Brad. You know a lot more than you are telling. One of the good things Buckner did for me is tell me I am related to you and part of a much greater family and drama of history than I was aware of previously."

"And that means a lot to you?"

"When you have no one but yourself, it centers you and makes you feel for the first time you are a part of something greater."

"Well, I am sorry you had to go through so much pain to acquire that knowledge," I said.

"Don't be. I still awake at night in terror, but that too will pass. I am just grateful to know where I belong for the first time in my life."

"And where is that?"

"By your side, fighting this menace," she said.

"We'll see about that. I understand you have a message from Buckner for me."

"Yes, it was just before I passed out. he said 'don't sleep yet. I still have something to relate to you for Brad, who soon will be your benefactor.'"

""Yes and what did he say?"

"He told me to tell you that it must disconcerting to realize that he and his kind can escape your traps even when you have help from beyond time," she said.

"Anything else?"

"Yes, he said, and these words are exactly his own, 'Next time the price I will exact will be much more dear and final.' That's exactly what he said. What did he mean, 'help from beyond time'? Is that what you are not telling me?"

Later that afternoon, I called Donna.

"Donna, we've got to get this bastard," I said. "I don't believe I can sleep until we catch up to him. I can't see another woman butchered by that monster."

"Don't forget us Westbrooks have a personal reason for wanting him dead."

"Yes, I know. Wes was my friend."

"He was my brother," Donna said. "If you really want to catch Buckner, get on the next flight to Rio. We think that is where he has gone. I will meet you there."

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