(This series is a collaboration with my good friend Sanchez. His ideas, I ran with it. We will see how it evolves. He has a sound concept, and characters, I’m primarily piecing it all together and seeing how it plays out. We hope you enjoy our efforts.)
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MIDNIGHT Ep. 42: TOMahawk
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Lillian Dawn Bearpaw made it back to the REZ as ordered by her new Kami Nick Sanchez. He had spoken to her soul through her former master Tomas Sylver in ways she simply couldn’t explain. Tom had died not long ago after two years of her faithful servitude, lost until found again. Not expecting a new life so soon after jumpstarting what she had just been forced to exist in as a normal citizen again, her heart quickly gravitated towards the man in black. Nick knew exactly what to say, what to do, defending her as his own before even laying claim. After a few days of denial then an equally swift acceptance she was high on peyote without the drug. Nick was far more potent. If he was a hallucination, she would gladly follow him off of a cliff.
Reaching the Civic Center on the Santee reservation at 8:00 and parking the Raptor under a well-lit light pole for safety she sat in the truck wearing only her Gogo boots up to her knees. Her clothing left behind at her grandparents’ house to prove she obeyed his command. This was not going to go well, but she concluded the truth was necessary from here on out.
“Grandfather will know I’m naked the second I walk in without grandmother even raising a stink. I know I will bring shame into the house, but I will not fail our Kami.” She included her slave sister Midnight like a good little girl. Mainly because they got along so well in the past. Too well, almost as if they were sisters. Now there was no choice in the matter if they were to be HIS! Maybe the license plate on the Raptor did have a duel meaning. What was originally Tom’s was now Nick’s by gift of loyalty, the plate HIS was duality to begin with. HIS being Tom’s property, Lillian being Tom’s as well. Now in Nick’s hands she was HIS. As was the Bird of Prey she was allowed to drive.
“Lord, I hope Lukas Porcupine is at his trailer. Walking in naked… ” She paused to sigh, “… does it matter? Come tomorrow when I walk or crawl The Shoals for Kami, Lukas, members of the Santee… oh God, my father, they will see me in all of my, in Kami’s glory. Dad will have a cow, but like my grandparent’s I must make him understand. Maybe by Nick giving dad money to buy that jewelry for my mom and their wedding anniversary that might at least settle him down. That is until the men of our tribe start howling at me. At Midnight!” Nibbling her lower lip she smiled, “TOMorrow will be incredible.”
Having wasted ten minutes to reflect and build her confidence Dawn climbed down from the Raptor and locked it up tight. Not a soul in sight she wiggled her way up the sidewalk and to the home of Newton and Rayna Waterfall. Lights still on meant they were awake, or at the very least her grandmother. Quiet as a mouse she crept up on the deck to peek through the living room window. “No Lukas at least. Only grandmother sewing in her recliner. Shoot! Spoke too soon there’s grandpa with a piece of watermelon. NCIS is on, their favorite TV show. At least it’s better than their Matlock days.” As if sensing her, Newton’s acute hearing drew his attention toward the front door. Setting his melon on a TV tray he stood idle with his hands behind his back. “Crap! He already knows. His frown is going to kill me. Here goes! Worst case scenario I go camp out with Lukas and hear him beat off all night.” Tonight, tomorrow, the sessions all bled together. Opening the door, she just walked on in holding her breath. Rayna didn’t even look her way. Ouch! “You’re both still up. I figured you might be in bed by now.”
“It has been a long day.” Newton did offer communication, “Longer still it seems.”
“Please don’t be angry. We need to talk.”
“Of course, we do.” Rayna sighed, “Would you like to borrow this shawl I am knitting? It is almost done. Surely, you must be cold.”
“Not really! Sweating bullets to be honest.” Her nipples were definitely shell casings.
“You will not take a seat.” Newton spoke then countered his order by sitting himself and lifting his wedge of melon to his mouth. It was delicious.
“Can you at least hear me out?”
“We know enough.” Rayna concluded, “People talk Lillian, of your day at Harbinger Shoals.”
“News travels fast.”
“Nudes travel fast.” Rayna huffed her cheeks. “Between photos on phones and poor Lukas fawning over you with stories what did you expect?”
“I won’t go back on what little I did today. Tomorrow will be far worse. Please… just listen to me I have much to tell you. Not just about Nick… but about Tom.”
“Tomas Sylver. Your professor. We already know of the life you led in Charleston.” Newt chewed and spoke at the same time, spitting up a seed upon his plate. “Did you think I would not enquire what your future would be?”
“Wait! You had someone spying on me?”
“Of course not! I merely asked Mister Sylver of his intentions. He spoke of ownership and treating you well. You always came home happy.”
“He made me very happy.”
“And left you with much for a slave who wanted nothing but his approval.” Rayna peered up briefly. “While we did not like that word slave, we did come to realize he was good for you, and to you. What we know at least. I am certain there is much we do not.”
“Nicky is a good man. He will be a fine replacement for Tomas.” Newton continued slobbering melon juice without a napkin, his shirt finding wet stains. “If I did not sense good in the man, I would not have defended him and accepted his help in feeding our people. I would hope you would trust my judgment.”
“Of course, grandfather.”
“I am less trustful, but I will side with my man.”
“Let him prove himself, please.”
“By parading you around naked in front of our fellow Santee. Lillian, I thought I raised you better than that.”
“You raised me far better than my parents would have, and I love you for that. I just like the freedom.”
“Freedom, you say. Yet you are referred to as a slave. That part I do not understand. Mister Sanchez possesses Irene’s daughter Midnight already. That I can accept, Midnight Amador being a half-breed. We love her nonetheless but that is a fact. You are not half, yet you align with a man not of our tribe. Men of our tribe. This Tomas was also a half-breed if I am not mistaken. If not Santee.”
“He was, yes!” She sat her keys on a table next to the front door and stood proudly. “Tom molded me with a confidence I didn’t know existed. He got me through school with straight A’s. That has to speak for something. I got my job at the Historical Society on my own. To which I return to in a few days.”
“How will you serve this man by living in Charleston?” Rayna asked.
“I won’t be there for long. I’m selling Kami, Tom’s home which I also inherited. He is even paying more than it is likely worth and that could easily rival what he paid for the Shoals. Not only that he wants me to run an idea by you grandfather.”
“I have only my ears.”
“Nick offered to build the REZ a smaller scale outlet of the Historical Society. I will move home here and run it.”
“History is rich.”
“So, is Nick.”
“Our people cannot always make the journey to Charleston. Money is tight. If I consider this society then there will be no charging them to enter, it is knowledge that should invoke freedom as the eagle flies.”
“No, of course not. I’ll have the money from the house to live off of even though I will have no need for money anymore. Actually, I have a strong hunch I’ll be moving to the Shoals to better serve my master and be released each day to run the society. Nick is good for our community grandfather.”
“Of this I know. The other elders might not agree at first, especially with your disregard for clothing. Your reputation will as they say take a shit.”
“Hit?”
“Either or.”
“I understand this is not easy, but I have to live my own life.”
“Again, that is a conflictive statement. How is being a slave living YOUR own life and not HIS as he sees fit?” Hearing HIS, Dawn once more reflected on the Raptor’s license plate. Pride oozed through her pores.
“It is my life to devote, and I choose to devote it to Kami. I am certain I will bring further shame as time goes on. If you must disown me, I will understand. If the society is only a dream, I will see it built even if I do not get to run it. Our people deserve that much.”
“We will discuss this over the coming days. For now, on the REZ at least you will wear clothing.” Newton finished his melon and burped, tapping his chest as a result. “Respect your true home for as long as you are here.”
“Nick demanded I wear nothing, ever, even on the REZ. My true home is with Nick wherever that may be. If I must pack and live in the truck… ”
“Enough! Let her be what the white man wants.” Rayna sat her shawl and yarn aside. Knitting? Sewing? It was all the same to Dawn. “Humiliate yourself. Be our guest.” It wasn’t like Veronica Redmane and Will Gullivant didn’t humiliate themselves in front of the Santee workers. They had sex on the road out front of the Shoals. But again, V’s grandfather was not a tribal elder.
“No, Grandmother! I am not humiliated by my body. Only you I fear I will humiliate. I will pack my things and find a hotel room. I will decide my home after I return to Charleston.”
“And what if Nicky insists you roam naked in Charleston?”
“I did that for Tom. I’m used to that. Unless you mean at my job. Then, I would have to give up my position. My home is with him in the coming weeks. As soon as Harbinger is fit to reside in, I will live there with Midnight. With Irene it appears.”
“Irene is moving in with Mister Sanchez? Knowing what he will do to her daughter?” Rayna sat up straight in her recliner. “Perhaps the Spaniard gave Irene brain damage.”
“She has no place to go. Nick cares, even though he sets the rules. Midnight will make her mother understand.”
“Will your mother?”
“She must. I live for my Kami.”
“What is this, Kami? Kamikaze?” Newton tilts his head in thought.
“In Japanese it translates to divine wind.”
“Sounds like Nicky has gas.”
“Kami would mean Divine Being. My master!”
“I have heard enough for one night. Whatever Newton dictates I expect you to follow.” Rayna claims her basket of yarn and the shawl then gets out of her recliner. Leaning over Newton, she kisses him goodnight. “Wipe your chin. You are drooling.” Dawn flared her eyes at that possibility. Whether he could see her or not his senses knew everything he needed. A naked young woman is hard to forget. Melon juice! Only melon. Of course, Dawn had two. Nice thick seeds at the tips too. Yeesh!
“Goodnight grandmother. Sleep well.”
“I somehow doubt that. And I have dresses to make for the Sage girls. I shall not be productive.” Gone! Dawn felt like crying but resisted. Head held high she awaited Newton to either continue his judgment or…
“A good thing we have a DVR. I have missed my show.”
“I am so sorry that I distracted you.”
“You have always distracted me, Lillian Dawn. Not in this way, this nudity, but by you simply being my pride and joy. I will not stand in your way. I will confer with the elders about the society once they accept your deeds over the next few days. Should they oppose or make suggestions that do not involve your daily requirement to be here on the REZ, it will be up to you and Nicky to convince them otherwise.”
“Thank you, grandfather. May I go to bed?”
“You may.” She like Rayna leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. In raising his hand to pat her own cheek he brushed her breast, feeling her aroused nipple by accident. He said nothing.
“Might I suggest one thing grandfather?”
“Ears!”
“My point exactly. You might want to wear earplugs to bed. Share them with grandmother. Kami ordered me to play all night long and be quite vocal.”
“Ah! The white man’s world.”
“He’s Hispanic.”
“Ah! The man’s world.”
“I’ll throw away your melon peel and rinse your dish. Goodnight grandfather.”
“Goodnight my distraction.” Rayna would feel her husband getting frisky within the hour. The serenade would alter her perception. A good night it was.
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10:00 PM! Caretaker! The apartment of William Gullivant and girlfriend Veronica Redmane.
Neighbors were rather intrigued by the sounds of Veronica screaming her head off. Most of them guys on the other sides of their thin walls. To be frank their entire floor was all single guys. Only one of three had a girlfriend and more often than not she was never there, working late at a local Truckstop up the coast 18 miles in Londale. Not one of their neighbors would dare call the cops, all of them loving the cute and foxy V and her ofttimes exhibitionism when Will wasn’t looking, like checking the mail wearing a sheer nightie just to tease them. She hadn’t sought out sex with anyone up until Mindy Biles former fling earlier in the day, but that was just her acting up with distance between she and William. She learned her lesson, still learning it as a matter of fact.
Ever since they had gotten home from the Shoals, Will’s sexual appetite was making him a beast. Not only did he destroy her out on the road in front of Harbinger, but he had also let Clinton Biles take her too. William fucking Clint’s wife Mindy as a fair-trade moment. That was so very unlike Will, but again just prior to that Will had the opportunity to fulfill his fantasy of fucking Midnight Amador, Veronica’s lifelong bestie, V Midnight’s only true friend. His life was taking leaps and bounds in the confidence department since then. Even more Nick Sanchez hired him to be Midnight’s daily groomer. His first paycheck, believe it or not was the purchase of a new vehicle tomorrow with Veronica’s father taking them car shopping rather than work at the Shoals. Life was too good to be true.
Even Veronica had a temporary job, not one she really wanted, that might be at the local strip club down the road on the REZ. Nick paying her well to care for Irene Amador over the next couple weeks while Irene’s sister Tilly and her hubby Sheldon went on vacation, it was the least she could do. Irene was always her surrogate mother when growing up. Tonight, was more a celebration. This night even the neighbors toasted the loving couple. Beers clinking on the wall and voices heard saying, “TAKE YOUR GIRL HARDER WILLY.” Will hearing them chuckled, “Damn straight!”
For three hours straight Will had shocked even himself in hitting his whore longer than he had ever gone. He felt like a God towering over her. It likely had to do with the drug Nick Sanchez sneakily had the boy ingest, X-AP347. A designer drug that energized the sex drive and adrenal glands to epic heights without the blood pressure being overtaxed. A miracle drug that illicit drug companies sold for millions to the rich. Nick Sanchez however had his own chemist on payroll improving its performance eighty-fold. Lasting as long as the urge was there to fuck or stimulate the thoughts on it. For those such as Midnight Amador and Dawn Bearpaw that drug was the next best thing to Kami’s will. Will? Intriguing word.
“OH, MY GOOOOOOOOOD WILLLLLLLLLL!” Veronica could never lose her singing voice. She was beyond the term nympho on a daily basis. Faithful only to a close leash outside of her tendency to masturbate in front of Will’s dad or whomever she found eager to watch her. In her case she was most days glued to Will’s hip being madly in love with him, but the desires to tease were constant. Whatever got into William today she prayed he never came down from whatever high he was on. His dominant attitude had jumped next level since talking with Sanchez, even going so far as getting rough and forceful in his attempt to make her understand that she was his whore. No more of this playing behind his back bullshit. What he allowed was on him. In her case she was on borrowed time if she acted on her own. Will wanted his own slave and dammit he had her. It was just making her see things HIS WAY!
The bed soaked in sweat and cum Will nutted for a sixth time just since coming home. Body gradually reducing the effects of X-AP347 his strength waned, yet his head was craved to hear his slut cry out his name. Veronica’s body quaking heavily at his nonstop assault was finding it difficult to even see with clarity, her eyes had been rolled back for nearly forty minutes straight, orgasm after orgasm. Her man was definitely on a roll tonight. The second he even slowed down her mumbles recited a lengthy chorus of, “Nonononononono!”
Another round of his neighbor Marvin Berg rallying Will to keep on going, Will took that as time to show off his dominance. If he were to be V’s master like Nick was Midnight’s and knowing how sexy it was that Nick shared his slave, he had to swallow his pride and either set himself up with failure or gain Veronica’s permanent loyalty. Pulling out of Veronica’s spilling cunt he slapped her ass hard. Leaving the bed first, he beat his fist on Marvin’s wall, “HALLWAY! 5 MINUTES!” then ventured to the wall on the other side of the room. “HALLWAY! FIVE MINUTES!” Adjoining neighbor Forrest Brentmeyer laughed and put on his trousers only. Lying in bed jerking to Veronica was better than any porn.
Veronica still mumbling, “Nonononono”, without a breath between wept at his loss within her. “More Will! Give me more!” Nodding at her he made the brash decision to grip his girl by her long raven hair and yank her viciously from the bedding. Balance fumbling due to numb limbs she essentially puppet walked, half crawling from the bedroom to the front door of their apartment. Squealing at the pain of her hair tugging sharply at her scalp but loving his new persona, she made the trek with respect. “ILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOU!” Again, no oxygen in between. Her pussy weeping heavily left a trail over their tan carpeting until he opened the door.
Hauling her right out into the outer hall and hurling her to the exteriors golf course green carpet she faced the starry skies above. A breeze coming in off the outdoor staircases to each level was refreshing to Will’s flesh, his dick stiff as thick rebar. “ON YOUR BACK! PLAY!” he shouted at Veronica. Whimpering heavily there was no argument, as if there ever was in her mind. Knuckling her cunt with four fingers, knowing what she required in this instant she squirted repeatedly. Shrieks of hormonal outburst led both Forrest and Marvin to open their apartment doors. Even further a few new arrivals from two other apartments had heard the siren call and came out to investigate.
Circling her like a lion Will sneered down at her. Spitting on her from above at each of the four directions on the compass. Feet! Chest! Face! Cunt and knuckles! She accepted his distaste of her in the moment. Peering up at the onlookers, each hard and obvious, Will grinned, “I know you bastards fantasize over my bitch. Admit it!” Not one denied that assessment.
“I’m going to bed. Her bed is on this floor until 4:00 AM. If you have condoms use them. If not, face fuck her only. No hole is off limits. Do not go easy on her. I’m setting my alarm and she better be on her knees begging for more when I come back for her. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD, NEIGHBORHOOD?” No arguments there. Three went straight for their bedrooms to find condoms. Marvin just went for her mouth. Hanging around just long enough to hear V gurgle and gag on a healthy seven-inch erection Will went indoors and slammed his door. They even heard the deadbolt lock.
FIRE AWAY! No more Mister Nice Guy!
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Londale, South Carolina was not terribly far from Caretaker, yet up the coast, inland away from the immediate surf. Not a big town mind you but it had a few things going for it. Strip clubs! A sizable Truckstop near an overpass off the interstate, a sole hotel attached to a bar that didn’t bother to compete with the strip circuit, simply a rugged outpost amid the chaos. Known for its owner primarily, a no-nonsense retired ex-Marine. One Winston Richards! Big motherfucker who could easily have been a wrestler. Standing at 6’4, 300 pounds of muscle and tattoos, handlebar moustache and crewcut scalp he was definitely respected. Billiards and slot machines, darts and even an ax bar theme. On a weeknight in these parts however things were relatively quiet. Not for long!
“Londale’s best bar, Loaded!” Dolan Roster pulled off the main road into the parking lot. “Pretty dead. Good I suppose, I’m just here to drown my sorrows. Off duty so hey maybe I can throw a few tomahawks at Oliver Heavy-Feather’s mugshots.” Yes, he had copies of it just to throw darts at him in privacy as an outlet. An ax to grind even better. If that was the only way to split up the Santee prick and his daughter Alexis, it was a start. He wished it didn’t seem racist, but it just couldn’t be helped. Ollie was not the kind of guy you bring home to meet the parents.
Folding up the fliers of Oliver’s face Dolan tucked them into his pants pocket for safe keeping and got out of his SUV. Street ride, no patrol car he just wanted to be free for one lone night before dealing with more bullshit tomorrow. Namely, a concrete wall they needed to finish at the jail after Shantel Bigelow’s breakout attempt on Esteban Amador. Crazy old hag! “At least her kid might be worth keeping.” He couldn’t wait to transfer her out to a State Psychiatric Hospital. “Stop thinking! Just drink and slay the enemy.” Not a violent man Dolan was just miserable. Papercuts were good enough for him.
In walking through the lot, he peered over to see a big black van. Definitely not a new one but it sure looked badass, hopped by with a lift kit in the back, and well maintained. “They filming a remake of the A-Team? Sure, looks like Mr. T’s ride.” Chuckling he opened the door to Loaded and went inside. Twenty people tops in the bar. Ten on slot machines, five on the pool tables. Two at the bar and three at a table together. One bartender, one waitress. “Did Winston take a day off?” No big bruiser in sight. Well, two big rednecks shooting Eightball that looked right out of the Burt Reynold’s movie Deliverance. He could imagine the pig squeals under their breathes. “Bar!” He chose his locale and casually walked over to claim a seat.
The bartender was distracted briefly looking over receipts but paused to smile at him. “Who have we here? Winston likes them young it looks like.” The bartender wasn’t Native-American, but he couldn’t quite peg the nationality. Not Hispanic, not Hindi. Beautiful silky black hair though, flawless complexion, nice rack. Easily a firm 35E with a hint of sparkle to them. Perfume with glitter he suspected. Definitely alluring! Big brown eyes finding Dolan were joined by perfect ivory white teeth.
“What may I get you?” She flowed like an angel toward him, her breasts bouncing behind her clingy white top with window ports on her shoulders and her cleavage. Areolas visible behind the white fabric dark and perky. Below the shirt which stopped at her belly button to share jewelry, a simple gemstone in clear crystal literally embedded into her button was sexy as all get out. Pants rather than any skirt were black leather with laces up the sides revealing her golden tan clear up to her waist. No undies a certain but still respectful.
“Evening! I’ll take a Bud draft and five shots of Bourbon.”
“Five? You must have had a bad day.” She pouted and began with the beer, the tapper right beside her.
“You have no idea. Winston off tonight?”
“He is never off. He is taking care of a hotel problem right this moment. A leaky toilet.”
“Hate to see that Plumber’s crack.” He chuckled.
“I must agree.” She blushed slightly. “Do you have business with Winston? I can call him.”
“Naaa! I’ll be here until closing time.” He chuckled, “I’m sure he’ll finish up before I stumble out.”
“If you need a ride, I will call you one.”
“You the chauffeur?”
“No. I do not drive, I am afraid.”
“I don’t believe I’ve seen you in here before, but again it’s been a year maybe.”
“My mother and I came to America ten months ago. Winston and she were great friends.”
“Were?” He followed her emotions like a good cop.
“Yes! Mother went home to care for family. It was a mistake. She was killed.”
“Wow! I’m truly sorry to hear that. Where was home?”
“Saudi Arabia! We escaped my father, but he managed to find my mother. He is not so nice.”
“Maybe you are better off here then.”
“Yes! Winston takes good care of me. I just wish I knew a future beyond this establishment.”
“Going to school?”
“No. I cannot afford that. I merely bartend and wait tables to pay Winston back for his kindness. I feel very safe with him.”
“Ex-badass decorated Marine I can see why. I happen to know another badass Marine where I’m from. Might have to introduce ole’ Nick to Win. I’m Dolan by the way.”
“Nova!”
“Pretty bright name there.” She flared her eyes at his compliment. “See? Two suns just went Nova just now.” Although brown eyes there were hints of gold near the pupil. Interesting look! He hadn’t noticed that before now. “Nova what?”
“Khar-Issawi. Nova Khar-Issawi.” She offered her hand. Shaking it he realized how dainty her hands were. Soft for sure.
“Dolan Roster. Off duty sheriff over in Caretaker. Don’t spread that info, I really don’t want to be recognized tonight. So far I don’t know a soul in here besides Win and now you, pretty Miss Nova.”
“Your secret is safe with me.” She paused, “Oh! The five shots. Forgive my delay.”
“No problem. Make it six. Hell, just leave the bottle on the bar.”
“I will pour again when your hands begin to shake.” She giggled. Good company at least. The waitress returning with a drink order eyed Dolan with a warm smile.
“Hey, Mister Roster.” So much for incognito. He had to look at the waitress before realizing who she was. Pointing at her first he then used that finger to quiet her down.
“Mazie Lomas. I haven’t seen you since I arrested you for shop… ” He paused with Nova listening, “…lifting bubblegum when you were thirteen.” Made up! It was last year for she and her then boyfriend stealing booze from a liquor store. He wondered how much she had swiped from Winston. Dolan had let her off on a first offense, but her boyfriend was on his third, so he spent 90 days in county over in Cordoba. “All grown up. Almost didn’t recognize you.”
“Boobs grew since then.” She jiggled her 36C’s, following his bluff over her being thirteen, when it was twenty. Now twenty-one she was trying to make a living. “Sorry!”
“You’re fine!” He swigged his beer, “So, still with… ”
“Oh, no! Brad and I ended it long ago.” Nova picked up on their storytelling and turned away to clean some glasses Mazie brought up, along with the drink order which was simple. Two bottles of Bud. Mazie herself betraying the fabrication just smiled and took her drinks for delivery. Looking at the girl walk away Dolan saw his daughter Alexis in her, same blonde hair, similar build, only in clothing. Short skirt, the ass cheeks were evident. Sighing he toasted Nova with his first shot. “Total lie!”
“I had guessed that.” Nova smiled rinsing a mug. “Mazie is very nice. She works hard.”
“Good to hear. I have faith in her.” Sneaking up behind Dolan to take a seat two barstools away was a stunning African American woman of six-foot tall. She wore a black mini dress that was so tight that every crease of her body was mimicked by the material. Bodybuilder but not over the top Dolan thought as she got comfortable. The hair extensions with golden beads were definitely sexy. As were her rock-hard legs. Cleavage bursting it was pretty much a safe bet her nipples were all that held up her dress. No shoulder straps it was risky for sure. He truly hoped she wasn’t a prostitute. She seemed aggravated at the world.
“May I get you something?” Nova approached her. At least the woman smiled at her, placing a small handheld wallet on the bar.
“Shot of anything similar to Nitro.”
“Hang on Nova.” Dolan slid a shot of his Bourbon toward the woman, “On me. Vibe I’m getting you had a rough day too.” Eying the shot she puckered, claimed it and with one gulp fueled herself. Not even a wince at the bite of Bourbon. Tough gal, Dolan thought. “Another?”
“You buying all night?” She turned in her seat to look at Dolan, easy shot up her overly short skirt he saw a runway of gold piercings all over her cunt.
“Sharing the wealth. Sure!” He hoped if she was a prostitute, she didn’t think of him as her Sugar Daddy. He just felt generous. Nodding she took a second shot then moved one seat closer elbow to elbow.
“You buy the bottle?”
“Not yet! Nova’s keeping tabs.”
“Hey, Nova.” She winked then opened her wallet to produce a credit card as gold as her pussy pegs. Sliding it to her she said, “The rest is on me.”
“Gold card! Hell, mine’s blue.”
“I do good for myself. Thanks for the generosity. Payback is this bitch.” She chuckled. “Got a name handsome stranger?”
“Bill!” Saving his reputation. Nova smirked and used the woman’s credit card to cover the bottle.
“Well, Bill? Let’s get plastered and throw darts or something. I need to vent some frustration.”
“Ax? I have someone I want dead.” He laughed, removing the copies of Oliver Heavy Feather’s mugshots. Only one problem, that would be a telltale sign he was a cop. Deciding against it he put them back away. “He lives for another day.”
“Funny! I might have helped you out there.” She spoke. “I’m Opal, Bill. Pleasure to meet a fellow assassin. We’ll be back Miss Nova.” She tipped the girl a hundred-dollar bill, Nova bulging her eyes at it.
“Big tipper.” Dolan puckered.
“You got a big tip Bill?”
“Big enough! Easy roll of hundreds.” He laughed. Knocking back the remainder of his shots on the bar, Opal claimed the bottle and stroked the neck of it. “Let’s scalp the tickets.” Following Opal, he gnashed his teeth at the curves this woman had. No hiding her cheeks beneath her hemline the material slipped a bit higher in her stride. Thigh gap arriving he noted a thick meaty labium dangling and huffed. A number of guys playing pool noticed her as well and paused their game. With the ax stall right next door they were curious to see if they were any good.
A single table in the ax throwing area Opal sat their bottle and her wallet down. Although her dress did require a bit of procedural damage control, she ignored it. The guys playing pool however did not. Rednecks being mischievous by nature took a shine to the walled in ax chamber. Color of skin meant nothing to these particular fellas, even though the state was fairly racist still. Clan and all! Still, as built as she was and Dolan sizable himself if not extremely muscular, they kept their distance to a voyeur mode.
Mazie noted them watching Dolan and moved back to the bar with Nova as a protective measure. She knew the hicks and what they might be capable of often groping her while serving drinks. A round of whispering between girls Nova made it known that Mazie should call Dolan by Bill. Nodding in agreement they simply watched. Only the slot machines made much chatter.
“Ladies first.” Dolan offered Opal a hatchet. Wincing at him she claimed two hatchets instead. Moving out in front of him with a safe space between them she primed both hatchets over her shoulders and calculated the angles. “Now you’re just showing off.” Pausing to leer over her shoulder at him she grinned.
“Gets your mind off of my hemline, doesn’t it?”
“Split on that.” He laughed. Her crack was his prime target and she suspected as much. “You certainly know how to distract a guy.”
“Born to be wild, Bill.” She settled back into her armaments and reeled back before casting both hatchets at the target which was a large piece of plywood with no simple target circle, instead, that of an imposing man as if a chalk line character. Her first axe was right between the eyes if the figure had any, the second where his penis would have been. The rednecks seeing how perfect the shots were swallowed and returned to their pool playing. Nope! Not even going to whistle.
“Nice! Hold up.” Dolan eased around her, her scent of sweat mixed with lavender. Sure, his dick was hard but in removing her hatchet from the scrotum zone on the target that went down fairly quick. Head shot unwedged he paused to bring out those mugshots of Ollie. With the ink facing the target he pinned those up with splinters which made good push pins in the slashes. One over the head, one back on the ball sack area and one dead center in the chest. To Opal they were just white typing paper with creases. Bringing the hatchets back he handed them to her again. “Kill that fucker for me.” A hell of a thing for a smalltown sheriff to be saying but he needed to feel the purge.
“You must really hate the guy. Cheating wife?”
“Nope! Kidnapped my daughter and now she’s in love with the guy.”
“You should do the honors then.”
“If I get the feel of that ax, I’m going to want to do that to the real thing. Humor me.”
“Stand back!” He moved out of the way. Throws primed she cut the papers in half on two of three areas. The third being the chest meant going after a hatchet. Hearing a gruff voice yell, “INCOMING!” Dolan instinctively grabbed Opal and moved her out of harm’s way. A hunting knife went whipping by them and dead center into Ollie’s chest. Opal flaring her eyes noted the knife thrower with interest.
“Trying to give me a heart attack Winston?” Dolan stood away from Opal, “Sorry! Survival instincts. I’m sure you didn’t need saving but hey… ”
“What’s up… BILL?” Winston chuckled winking at Opal as he collected his blade and the axes. The split paper coming with it got crumpled up by Win before Opal could see the contents on the flipside. “Didn’t mean to spook you, Soldier.” Winston stepped up. “I know military when I see ’em. What branch?”
“Salvation Army.” Opal was careful. “I need to go rent a room.”
“Military stays free in my house.” Winston became stoic. “Keep your secrets. I get it.”
“It was nice meeting you, Bill.” Opal sighed collecting her wallet and pouring him another drink before taking the bottle with her. Pausing with her back to them she sighed, “So, you own the hotel too?”
“Room 8 facing the parking lot if you want it. Laundry room to your back. Ask Nova the bartender for the key. Just respect my place.”
“Always about respect! I won’t call you Sir.”
“I gathered that. Have a good rest. You’re safe to close the other eye.”
“Not in my jungle. Thanks for the room.” Opal went back to the bar for that key. Nova complimented her throwing style. Tipped another hundred. Mazie called Nova a bitch. Two in a row. Nova did have sympathy and gave the other hundred to the waitress. Best friends again!
“Soldier, huh?” Dolan stood with Winston. “I should have guessed that.”
“Don’t dig too deep Dolan. That’s Black Ops if I ever saw one.”
“No shit! Hottest black operative I’ve ever seen. Kind of butch but kind of… ”
“Looking to lose your dick?”
“Not if I’m nice.” He laughed. “I think she liked me a little.”
“Are you that lonely?”
“Not really. I could have a girl if I tried harder. One sleeping in my bed right now. Babysitting Alexis. Thanks for breaking his heart by the way.”
“His?” Win unfolded the paper, “Ollie Heavy Feather, huh?”
“You know him?”
“His bikers drop by on rare occasions. Trying to keep Nova over there from their influence. She’s all alone in the world.”
“She told me about her mom.”
“Tragic as fuck. Arabic traditions are brutal. Her mom was stoned to death if she didn’t give you details. Doing my best to honor her momma and keep the kid safe. Thing is, she’s restless here. Which spooks me about the bikers. It’s not just the REZsistence boys. It’s other groups who frequent the place. To be honest my letting her bartend is no better than that target we just butchered behind us. Thing is, I can’t hover over Nova every second. Even more Mazie over there has more guys than she has holes. Nova is jealous, I can tell. She’s an adult, I can’t really put my foot down because she’s not mine. Kid that is! I won’t disrespect her momma’s memory by bedding down her baby. Virgin’s ready to pounce though.”
Hearing Winston mention adult and pounce, Dolan sighed and claimed that last shot Opal fired his way. Bourbon that is. Belted down he patted Winston on the arm. “I intended to stay for last call. I came here to drown my sorrows over Ali’s choices. You’re right about adulthood and needy. I just wish it wasn’t Heavy Feather. We both know that’s going to go bad, but I’m at a loss. She just won’t listen to me. I have to let her make her own mistakes. Even if it means I end up with a fucking grandbaby.”
“War is hell! Trust me I know. Hollar if you ever need me. Give Albert a BOOYAH for me.”
“Will do. Let me go say goodnight to Nova.” Cornering Mazie, Win parted with Dolan. Easing up to the bar he patted it to get her attention. “Ms. Issawi?”
“Yes, Bill.” She giggled.
“If you ever need a friend. My office is open. Caretaker Sheriff’s Department. Just call.”
“Thank you, Sheriff. You are very kind.”
“Matter of fact, I might even have a job for you if you get tired of selling booze.”
“Oh?”
“I just hired two dispatchers but Hannah… my youngest employee is in college. She needs to concentrate on that. Her momma wants out too. Her momma’s momma is ancient.” He laughed. “So, yeah, the new ones will cover most of the shifts but there’s room for one more if interested.”
“What is a dispatcher?” She was clueless.
“Answers 911 calls and gets in touch with my police officers when needed. Info and making coffee pretty much. Taking meals to the inmates if I have any. Nothing strenuous! No obligation to accept, it’s just an alternative. Winston can get you back and forth. Caretaker isn’t that far away. That, or, as a matter of fact, my dad runs an antique store. He could use a hand when my daughter… ” lengthy pause, “…moves out.”
“Antiques sound fun. I will talk with Winston.”
“He knows my number. Keep your chin up. And I’ll say a prayer for your mom.”
“Thank you, Sheriff.” A nod and a pat on the bar Dolan decided to head home. At least that was his intention.
Leaving the bar Dolan started for his SUV when he heard the alarm on the big black van yelp from being locked by remote, fog lights flashing twice before silence. Tracking the remote by sight he spotted Opal up on the hotel staircase on her phone. Butt ass naked he bulged his eyes. Waving the Bourbon bottle at him she motioned him should he care for another drink. Her muscular breasts pointing at him he swallowed dryly. He was parched again. Puckering he headed for the steps. While on his journey up the stairwell, Opal continued her phone call.
“Cyber gave me the slip earlier. She held up at the Cordoba hospital but there were guards. I didn’t want to risk being pulled over by cops if they dialed them. I placed tracers on her stolen Jag but unless she puts tires on it she’s crippled. That kid is slick I’ll give her that. Yeah, I’ll resume tracking in the morning. Tonight? I found another target to aim at. I’ll be in touch Major. Will you stop with the Obsibian crap? You know my birth certificate had a typo. Fuck you Sir! Last time I call you Sir too.” With Dolan near she hung up. “Took him long enough to get back to me. Fucking Sanchez! If he didn’t pay so well, I’d…
“Always stand outside naked?”
“Only when I’m needy. Miss my dress?”
“Not for a second. Winston told me to be careful around you.”
“You should probably listen to him.”
“Am I going to live to see daylight?”
“It is past Midnight. Morning is a long way away.”
“At least let me buy you breakfast before you kill me.”
“French toast?” She wagged her tongue at him seductively and raised her bottle before taking a swig. Tongue meant French kissing; bottle raised, her toast to him.
“Breakfast in your bed?”
“I’ll be up and gone before you.” She stalked him with a demonic gaze, making him walk backwards into her opened doorway. Her chest shoving him inside she kicked the door shut. Damned weightlifters!
Obsibian… Obsidian Opal Savage took no prisoners.
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The borrowed beach house of Nick Sanchez!
“So, Cybercock did visit Crimson Merrick. Dyson was right in the hacking of her servers. The girl has feelings for Merrick’s kid. I bet Crimson shit her drawers when he turned out to be she. My holding Cyber’s money, technically my money flushed her out. The kid has talent, let’s see how far she gets with it. With Opal Savage on her tail, she’s going to go into hiding around here. Lots of places to hole up. My gut says she won’t go to the REZ with Crimson. Which means, the kid won’t be able to resist finding tech to benefit her. I’m patient… ” That was a lie. Stepping out to his ocean side deck he heard Midnight moaning with vigor. Good enough for him, he needed sleep. Back to bed he went.
Midnight… like a dog was tangled in her chain, a muddy mess. Self-inflicted bondage.
Well done, Dorei! Well done!