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| Introduction: After last nights attempt on Alyssa's life. Joe agrees to take Alyssa, Missy and Amber to Santa Barbra, for their already scheduled porn production. And the killer contenues his attempts on Alyssa's life | ||
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They had planned on waking early, but due to everyone’s nerves being on edge. After the snipers failed attempt on Alyssa’s life, they woke late. Joe drove Alyssa, Missy, and Amber to Santa Barbra, in his black Coupe Deville. To an old, but stately mansion, located near the coast. It’s an impressive white home, enhanced with color, by red terra cotta shingles. Its landscaping’s amazingly beautiful, with some of its green shrubbery artistically trimmed into various shapes of animals. There are two fountains, with dolphin statues, spewing water from their smiling mouths, located on each side of the walkway leading to the entrances hand carved oak double doors. Needless to say, the place is so impressive everyone, almost forgot about what happened last night. **************************************************************************************** Chapter 4. Filming Triple X in Santa Barbra. Now everyone’s outside, near the homes marble swimming pool. Joe and Alyssa stand off to the side, watching director Dick Larson explain the scene he wants to film. Missy and Amber are dressed in short blue and white cheerleader uniforms. Porn actor Jake McKinley, a tall muscle-bound white man, with long black hair tied back in a ponytail, and an impressive array of tattoos adorning his arms and chest. He’ll be doing a scene with Amber Blue. Missy Sky’s doing her scene, with a tall muscle-bound black man named Dale Peters. Both men are wearing California style surfing shorts. Joe feels a bit inferior to each younger man, seeing tell tail signs of Dale and Jake’s half erect cocks showing tent shaped bulges under their shorts. Suddenly the director spoke up, for all to hear. “Quiet on the set…Action.” The camera man zooms in on Dale’s face, as he looks into Missy’s big brown eyes. “Suck my dick baby.” he says sternly. Missy drops to her knees, smiling up at her big black co-star. When she pulls his brightly colored Hawaiian print shorts down, his massive cock flings out slapping her on the cheek. She giggles looking up at him, speaking in a sweet innocent voice, doing her best acting job. “Dale, baby. You’re so huge, I’ve never sucked one this big before.” Joe heard Missy’s line, it made him think back to last night. And how, she and Amber sucked him off like the pro’s they really are, under the table after dinner. He almost broke out laughing, when he heard the girls seemingly innocent statement. To Missy and Dale’s right, Amber’s kneeling on the floor, she pulls Jake’s shorts down exclaiming in shocked surprise, as the ponytailed studs tree trunk size cock pops out. “Wow Jake, its really big. I don’t think it’ll fit, in my little mouth.” Amber began stroking the studs huge cock. She has her platinum blond hair tied in pigtails, on each side of her head. Jake grabbed hold of each pigtail, roughly pulling Amber’s face to his cock. “It’ll fit little girl. Now suck it.” he said gruffly. Joe suddenly feels the urge to attack the muscle-bound stud. Alyssa notices his reaction to Jake’s rough treatment of one of the young teens, he’s became found of, since he met Amber and Missy yesterday. She grabbed his arm, whispering. “Be cool Joe. Its part of the act.” Joe calmed down, turning back to the porn scene. He’s seen a few movies before, but before this he thought. Maybe the male actors penis size is some kind of trick photography or something. Now as he watches Missy suck Dale’s thick twelve inch cock. And young Amber suck Jake’s massive cock, he thinks to himself. “Have these fucking guys been bred with horse DNA, or something.” As he watches the scene unfold, his cock began to grow hard in his pants. When the head of his cock binds up in his underwhere. Alyssa sees him reach down to adjust his manhood. She startles him, placing her soft hand on the back of his hand. He glanced at her, she smiles seductively whispering. “Having fun, Joe?” His face blushed slightly red, he smiles shaking his head in a Yes gesture. Suddenly the director yells. “Cut.” Disturbing the sweet erotic moment between them. Larson, instructs his actors. “Okay girls. I wanna shoot you both, taking turns fucking Dale and Jake, over on the lounge chairs.” Since Missy and Amber arrived at the mansion, Larson noticed both girls seem a bit too tired. When they move to slow, after he gave orders for the next scene. He began acting like a real prick, yelling at them. “Come on, move your asses girls. You were both late getting here today, as it is. Stop wasting my precious time.” Alyssa’s nerves are on edge this morning. Especially after what happened last night. She stormed across the pool deck, yelling. “Watch your damn mouth Larson. Don’t talk to my girls like that.” Joe stood back, enjoying the sight of his attractive blue eyed auburn haired client, dressed in a blue camisole top, and short black pleated skirt, as she walked away in anger. The sound of her high heeled shoes, clicking across the cement pool deck is music to his ears. She came face to with Larson, then began verbally laying into the fifty something ex porn star turned director. Joe loved hearing Alyssa give the arrogant prick, a piece of her beautiful mind. “Look here asshole.” She said, with her pretty face close to Larson’s. “My girls and me, didn’t sleep well last night. I called and told you, on our way up here. The son of a bitch who murdered Alexis Carlisle, took a few shots at me last night. Give’m a break damn you, they’re worn out, and so am I.” Larson didn’t back off, he replied arrogantly. “Watch it Alyssa. Because I’m about to fire, you and your girls.” Joe heard what he said, now he’s angry with the arrogant director. He quickly walked over and stood between Alyssa and Larson. He grabbed Larson by the front of his yellow polo shirt. Joe’s 6.3, 190 pounds, Larson’s shorter, by at least five inches. Joe looked sternly, into the older mans brown eyes. “Look here buddy,” said Joe. “My client, and her girls. Are worn-out, just like she said. Now I suggest you reconsider firing anyone.” Joe went silent, but kept staring him down, feeling Larson’s body shake in fear. “Okay….okay.” Larson’s voice trembled, he glanced at Alyssa. “Call your man off babe. You know how I get sometime….don’t you babe. Come on Alyssa, you’ve known me for almost seventeen years.” Alyssa didn’t speak right away. She’s enjoying seeing Larson, tremble in fear. She remembers back to when, she was a young up and coming starlet. And the way some of the old producers and directors treated her, when she didn’t have anyone to protect her on the sets she worked on. She actually likes Dick Larson, but over the past few years. She’s noticed, her old friend has become a little bit of an ass, since he took on the role of director. Now she watches Joe scare the crap out her old friend, she decides today’s the day Dick Larson, ex porn stud learns a quick lesson in humility. She finally spoke. “Okay Joe. Let him loose.” Once let loose, Larson began apologizing. He gave her a hug, saying an old term of affection he gave her years ago. “Sorry sugar plum, I lost my temper. Alexis’s death, has spun me for a loop too.” Larson called to Missy and Amber. “Come here girls. I should’ve controlled my temper. I’m sorry, do you forgive me.” He gave Missy a hug and kiss, then gave Amber a hug and kiss too. Then like a pro, he regained control of his set. “Okay, everyone. Back to work.” He looked at Dale and Jake, they seemed confused. “Well boys. Do ya wanna fuck these two fine looking teen babes, or should I fire you guys, and fuck them myself.” Within minutes of the tense situation Larson had Missy Sky, kneeling doggy style on one of the pools comfy lounge chairs, letting her dark skinned stud Dale Peters thrust his oversized penis inside her snug 19 year old cunt. While at the same time, having Amber Blue lay on her back with her long legs spread wide. Showing her perfectly pink vulva to the camera, for a closeup. Before Jake McKinley slowly inserts his twelve inch monster inside her velvet walls. Joe’s standing next to Alyssa, they’re both watching intently as both well endowed male porn stars, thrust their oversize members into Amber and Missy’s small pink cunts. From Joe’s angle, seeing petite young dark haired Missy Sky, being fucked hard by Dale Peters from behind. He fears, her overstretched vagina might be permanently damaged. Dale’s fucking Missy so hard, the dark flesh of his hips make smacking sounds, each time he comes in contact with Missy’s pure white ass. He looks away, not wanting to see Missy’s situation. Looking away, he sees Amber laying on her back, her sex is being pummeled by Jake’s thick cock. The way she’s laying with her long slender legs wrapped around Jake’s backside, he sees how well stretched her pussy really is. Joe leaned down whispering in Alyssa’s ear. “These guys are too big. Doesn’t it hurt to have something that big, stuffed inside you?” His curious question, made Alyssa cover her mouth, quelling her laughter. She turned away laughing, Joe turned around with her. “They are pretty large, but us girls relax our muscles, and the big ones like that slip right in.” “But don’t they hurt, when they do it hard like that.” Joe sounded like a worrisome father. Alyssa fought the urge to laugh. “It does hurt some, at first. But when I did guys like Dale and Jake, the pain became pleasure for me.” She smiled, looking into his eyes. “Speaking of pleasure. That’s what you gave me last night,’ she flirted, with a smile. “I’d like you to do that again tonight, when we get home.” Joe was about to speak, when her cell phone rang, she dug it from her purse. “Excuse me Joe,” she said. “I need to answer this. Hopefully this is from my girl Charmaine.” She didn’t check to see what the number was on her phones caller ID. “Hello, girl,” she said in a friendly voice, but the caller isn’t one of her girls. “Are you the famous whore, Alyssa Breeze?” His voice sounded sarcastically cold, his rude comment angered her. “Who the fuck is this,” she asked. His cold reply sent chills down her spin. “I’m the one who’ll soon be taking your sinful life. I’m the one who made you and your bodyguard piss yourselves last night….That’s who the fuck I am, whore.” “Listen here asshole,” she spoke defiantly, her voice trembling as she spoke. “You missed, you son of a bitch. You couldn’t hit the fucking broad side of a barn.” The man chuckled. “That was just a few warning shots whore. I was letting you and your…So called body guard, detective Mason know my angels and I are watching you,” he chuckled. “As a mater of fact, I know where you’re at right now.” Alyssa turned around, studying her surroundings. “You and your sluts are at that decadent mansion on walnut street, in Santa Barbra,” he chuckled arrogantly. “I know where you are, at all times whore.” Joe stood back, letting her take the call, but he kept his eyes on her. Since he met her yesterday, its been hard, not to admire her beauty. Observing her, he sees fear in her blue eyes, then suddenly she runs for the safety of the house, fearing the mans sighting her in for a sniper shot. He watched her run past an open sliding glass patio door. He ran after her, inside he hears her talking, there’s fear in her voice as she speaks. “Why are you doing this,” she asks, the caller. The man laughs sarcastically, hearing her voice tremble in fear. “Because you and your friend, that whore Alexis Carlisle. You corrupt the mines and bodies of innocent girls. You bring them into your perverted immoral world. My angles and I will stop you. We’ll make you pay for what you do to their souls.” She’s standing in the middle of the mansions spacious sunken living room. From a short distance away Joe sees her body shaking, her blue eyes are watering up. She’s beginning to panic, he sees her chest heaving. She’s not speaking, she’s listening. He took the phone from her hand. “Who is this.” Joe asked rudely. The man on the other end replied in a cold voice. “I’m the one, whole cleanse the earth of sinners like Alyssa Breeze.” The man chuckled. “I’m giving her a break today detective Mason. Keep looking out for her, but don’t work too hard, you’ll only prolong the sinners life for a short while.” During Joe’s time as a homicide detective, he’s met a few cold hearted psychotic killers such as this man. He knows he’s trying to scare him. Joe replied calmly, letting it be known, he’s not afraid. “You’ll fail, because you’ll have to get past me. And if you do try, I’ll take your miserable life.” He paused, feeling out the killers mental state. He decided to play his own form of mind games. “You murdered Alexis Carlisle. Murder’s a sin. You’re judging my client, I do believe Jesus said. Let he, who is without sin, cast the first stone.” Joe paused, hearing the mans breathing intensify. “Are you ready to cast the first stone, sinner.” He wanted to rattle the lunatics cage, and he did. “I’m not a sinner….I’m a good Christian, my angels told me so!” The mans voice trembled as he spoke, he suddenly slammed the phone down, the line went dead. Joe turned to Alyssa, she’s standing behind him, her blue eyes wide with fear. She wrapped her arms around him, he feels her body shake. “Its okay sweetheart, you’re not alone. I’m here with you. He’s just trying to scare you, that’s all.” Her voice trembled. “He knows, we’re here. He must’ve followed us.” He feels her heart pounding against his chest, what she said, sent his mind into action. There’s a tan leather love seat nearby, he coaxed her to sit, then used his own cell to call 911. In a voice of urgency, he gave the operator his location. He also gave the female operator the phone number, which came up on Alyssa’s caller I.D. Asking her to. “Have someone trace it down, find out where the call came from.” He had to argue a bit with the overworked underpaid operator for the trace, in the end he won the battle. Before he hung up, he asked the operator to dispatch a helicopter over the mansion and the surrounding area, along with patrol cars. After that he called his old friend in L.A homicide, detective Mark Sanger. Sanger answered quickly, noticing his friends number on his caller ID. He must be near the ocean, Joe hears seagulls in the back ground. “Why hello there Joe. How’s your new job, as that sexy ladies bodyguard going.” It’s been a while since he and Joe last spoke. He was the one who referred Alyssa to him yesterday, after she showed him the photos of Alexis Carlisle’s tortured body. Joe’s reply, isn’t what Sanger expected. “Mark, old buddy, I’d really like to say. It’s all fun and games, but its not. Did you get the report, that someone took a few shots at Alyssa last night, from the bluffs south of her home?” Sanger replied nonchalantly. “Yeah, I got the report alright. Speaking of the bluffs, that’s where I am right now. The Malibu police report said, you fired a few shots at the guy last night. Shit Joe, you must’ve scared the crap out of him. He left a decked out 308 Winchester rifle behind, he tossed it in the brush up here. Our sniper must’ve figured, if he got caught leaving the scene last night, we won’t have his weapon as evidence. It’s just like you thought Joe, it’s equipped with a fancy laser scope, and a silencer. I’d say this guy’s either a gun smith, or he knows someone who is.” “Have you dusted it for prints?” said Joe, sounding like the L.A detectives he used to be. Mark breathed a negative sigh. “Our perp wiped it clean, he most likely wore gloves. I’m sending it to the crime lab, they’ll look it over closer there. I have the rifle in my hand right now, looks like the guy filed the guns serial number off. This creeps a smart one, he’s done everything he can to keep us from ID’ing him. We found three empty 308 cartridges, no prints on them,” Mark laughed. “Hey at least we know his shoe size. The crime scene boy’s took plaster castings of size eleven running shoe’s….But for right now Joe, that’s all we have.” “Hey partner, I have a request,” said Joe. “We’ll be leaving this film shoot location up in Santa Barbra, in a while. Can you pull a few strings and get us an air and land police escort, back to Malibu. It seems, this nut’s bound and determined to harm my client, I’d like to make it difficult for him to do so.” “Why sure,” said Mark. “I’ll see to it, you and Miss Breeze, and her two young friends make it home safely,” Sanger paused, Joe heard him snicker. “But on a less serious note Joe. Is your client giving you any fringe benefits, while your staying at her place.” “Fringe benefits. What do you mean, by that?” “Oh come on Joe. The ladies a porn star, for gods sake. And she told me, she has two young starlets living with her.” Mark paused, thinking maybe he’s going to far, asking such personal questions, but being curious he continued. “I mean you know. Have you slept with her, or one of her friends yet. Shit Joe, how longs it been since you took that lady home, my wife Sarah sat you up with.” Mark laughed sarcastically. “Shit that was three years ago….You haven’t been laid in three, fucking years.” There’s a long pause at Joe’s end, he thought Joe hung-up. The pause ended with Joe telling a lie. “Mark…You know me better than that. I don’t sleep with my clients…Its not professional.” Alyssa sat on the leather love seat listening in, she finds it a bit funny, Joe won’t tell his friend, he slept with her last night. Listening closer, she heard him tell his friend. “Once you catch this guy, I’ll go back to my usual cases of insurance fraud, and unfaithful spouses.” These words hurt, she’s still shaken after the phone call from the killer. Now she feels insecure over being alone again, once the killer is stopped. She knows he’ll most likely go back to Los Angeles, after his job of protecting her is done. She tries shrugging it off, telling herself. “I hired him to protect me and the girls, that’s what he’s here for. Shit I’ve only known him for two days.” Joe ended the call, then sat beside her, placing an arm around her back. Feeling her body trembling, he does his best to comfort her, telling a white lie. “Just talked to our friend detective Sanger. He and some L.A crime scene techs found a rifle and shoe prints up on the bluffs, south of your home. They’ve found prints on the gun. Once they match the prints, to a suspect, they’ll take the guy down.” He caressed his hand over her back, feeling tension in her muscles. He flashed a reassuring smile. “And we’ll have us a police escort with eyes from the sky, when we leave here.” He heard a helicopter flying above them. “Alright, that’s the chopper I asked for, when I called 911.” Alyssa seemed more relaxed now, she reached up caressing his cheek, stroking her fingertips over the crows feet wrinkles near his eyes. “Thanks Joe, I’m glad your here,” she said smiling. “I don’t know how, me and the girls would’ve handled this without you,” she paused. “Oh shit, Missy and Amber are still outside working.” She stood quickly reaching out, gesturing him to take her hand. “Come on guy, if its not to late. We’ll get to watch Jake and Dale’s money shot scene.” Joe stood up, asking curiously. “The money shot scene. What’s a money shot.” Alyssa held his hand, pulling him towards the open sliding glass doors, leading to the pool. “Hurry, we don’t wanna miss it.” was all she said. Stepping out, they found platinum blond blue eyed Amber Blue, switched over to the muscular black stud named Dale Peter’s. He’s laying on his back, Amber’s squatting over his massive member, riding it for all its worth. Dark haired brown eyed Missy Sky, and Jake McKinley are laying near the edge of the pool, Jake’s on his back Missy’s riding his cock, reverse cowgirl style. Dick Larson’s operating a second camera, zooming in on Jake’s massive cock, as Missy stuffs as much of his manhood inside her 19 year old clean shaven sex as she can. Both Missy and Jake are sweating profusely. There’s another cameraman moving slowly around Amber and Dale, zooming in to catch the amazing sight of Dale’s huge cock as Amber lowers her almost bald cunt, energetically up and down over the handsome black mans cock. Amber trims her light brown pubes, to a small diamond shaped pattern just above her cleft. The camera zooms in on Amber’s unusually shaped pubes, catching beads of sweat rolling down her midsection. Joe watches for a short time, but thought’s of the killer possibly being somewhere nearby, places his mind on the job of protecting his clients. Even though, the sights of Missy and Ambers vaginas being stretched wide by Dale and Jake’s oversized tools, is a fascinating sight. He began surveying the surrounding homes, and even the shrubbery surrounding the mansions massive backyard. Delightfully enough, he sees nothing out of the ordinary. Its a beautiful sunny day; it’s almost quiet, with the exception of Missy, Jake, Dale and Amber’s sexually induced grunts and soft moans of lustful pleasure. Dick Larson, breaks Joe’s concentration, saying. “Okay Jake and Dale. It’s time for your money shots. Are you ready guys.” Jake replied sarcastically. “Shit I’ve been ready boss!” Jake smacked Missy’s ass affectionately. “Are you ready to eat some cum darlin.” Missy giggles flirtatiously, as she raises her body from his cock. She kneels in front of Jake, exclaiming. “Feed me some protean, big boy.” Larson zoomed his camera in. Missy began sucking Jake’s cock. Just a few feet away, Amber’s doing the same to Dale’s dark-skinned cock. Joe finds himself completely turned on, by the sight of Missy and Amber’s pink lips, as they wrap around Dale and Jake’s cocks, priming both their co stars for their final scene. He remembers the way they both sucked his cock, last night under Alyssa’s dinner table. He also feels a bit small, compared to Dale and Jake’s tools of their trade. Jake’s tell Missy. “Okay baby, open wide.” She tilts her head back, her big brown eastern European heritage eyes, look into Larson’s camera. He zooms in close. Jake’s jerking off, aiming the head of his cock towards her wide open mouth. She’s fondling her small pert breast with one hand, masturbating with the other. She’s moaning, some moans are faked, and some aren’t. Jake moans. “Here it cums Missy....Eat it all up.” Joe’s amazed at the way Jake’s thick white cum shoots from his cock, in gushers. Missy sticks her tongue out, catching thick ropes of semen as it shoots into her hungry mouth. Jake keeps cumming, another shot lands over the bridge of her nose, then another lands in her dark hair. The white sticky semen, mixes with her blond streaked highlights. Feeling a little disgusted, Joe looks away, only to see Amber’s pretty face, being plastered with Dale’s thick white semen. Dale jacks off grunting like a cave man, one last thick rope of his seed, lands in Amber’s platinum blond hair. Seeing his male actors are spent, Dick Larson ends the scene, commenting on Missy and Amber’s fine performances. “Girls, that was fantastic.” He joked with them. “But girls you’re both a fucking mess, go hit the showers.” Larson sounded like a high school girls basketball coach, after his star players won the home coming game. He gave them both a hug, Amber playfully kissed his cheek, smearing Dale’s seed into his skin. Missy did the same on his left cheek. Although disgusted with their antics, Larson took their little joke lightheartedly. Amber took Larson by the hand, pulling him along with her and Missy, towards the showers. “Come with us boss man.” said Amber in her sweet Texas drawl. Missy took his other hand. “Yeah come shower with me and Amber. We’ll get you all cleaned up.” she said, flashing a playful smile. Joe placed an arm over Alyssa’s shoulder, walking her inside the mansion. “What the heck are the girls up too.” he said. Alyssa laughed, amused at his question. “They’re doing what starlets have done, since the early days of Hollywood. They’re screwing the director.” She laughed sarcastically. “I called it job security, when I first started working.” Chapter 5. The ride home. Joe pulled his black Coup Deville onto highway 101 south, with one black and white CHP cruiser following close behind, and one CHP cruiser in front. There’s a helicopter flying in wide circles above. Amber and Missy are in the back seat. Alyssa’s sitting next to him, he glanced over seeing fear in her blue eyes. He smiled caressing his hand over hers. “Everything going to be okay Alyssa. He’ll see the police presence, and give up trying to harm you.” Missy looked up at the helicopter flying in circles above them. “My asshole uncle George flew helicopters, for the Polish army.” Amber chirped a sarcastic reply. “He did! Well it’s too bad the fucker didn’t crash and burn, then he would’ve never came to the states and raped you.” Alyssa heard what Amber said, she looked back at Missy. “Your uncle raped you baby. You never told me that. Did you report him to the police.” “No, I didn’t. It happened on the same night I ran away,” she sighed “I got my ass, as far away from him, and my father as I could.” She tried shrugging it off. “To tell you the truth, I’m over it Alyssa.” Missy looked at Amber, scowling. “That was supposed to be. Just between you and me. Little sister.” “You didn’t say that last night. Big sister. And beside that, I think its time you told somebody.” Amber reached up patting Joe’s shoulder. “You used to be a cop. Can you help her out.” “Missy, how old were you when it happened,” he asked. Missy answered reluctantly. “I was 16.” He thought back to a college course he took on state statutes. “If I remember correctly Missy, there’s no statute of limitations for rape in Michigan. You can still press charges.” Missy shook her head. “Thanks for the info Joe, but it’s all in the past. And that’s where it’s going to stay.” Amber chirped up. “Last night, you told me you have an older brother. What’s he like?” She noticed Missy’s demeanor change, when she mentioned her brother. Missy flashed an uncomfortable smile. “Jimmy and me used to get along great. But that was before my uncle George and my poppa brainwashed him, to believe in their religious propaganda.” Missy smiled thinking back to better days. “Jimmy’s two years older then me. He’s into photography. Me and him, used to go to the local park and take pictures of birds and stuff.” Missy chuckled. “He’d take pictures of me too. I used to pretend, I was a model doing posses, like I saw fashion models do in the magazines. He’s got big stacks of photo albums in his room, back home. At least he used to anyway,” she sighed. “My father and my uncle told him, his hobby’s for sissy’s. They’re both hunters, when Jimmy got old enough. He started going hunting with poppa and my uncle,” She frowned. “Soon after that, my relationship with Jimmy faded away.” She changed the subject, reaching over caressing Amber’s shoulder. “Hey Amber. What do’ya say. We give Alyssa and Joe, a little special attention tonight when we get home.” She playfully ran her fingers through Amber’s blond hair. “They both stuck up for us today. Help me make’m a nice dinner.” She smiled at Joe, seeing he’s watching from his rearview mirror. “Then after dinner, you and I can give them both a nice hot oil massage, with some of that Kama Sutra massage oil I have.” Amber’s wearing a white midriff top. Missy lifted it up, teasing Joe, playing with Amber’s breast. Amber giggled. “Stop that Missy, it tickles.” Joe tilted his rearview mirror back in place, directing his attention back to the road. His cell phone rang, from the inside pocket of his tan blazer. He pulled it out, seeing detective Sanger’s name on his caller ID, he answered it. “Hey partner, I’m glad you called. We all thank you, for the CHP escorts.” “You’re so welcome. But anyway Joe, I’m calling to let you know. There’ll be two Malibu patrolmen standing guard, in front, and in back of Miss Breeze’s home tonight. The plan is to work different officers in shifts. Tonight, you’ve got two rookies. Their names are Mike Jones and Frank Sanchez.” Sanger laughed from his gut. “What’s so funny Mark.” said Joe. “It seems, officers Jones and Sanchez are big fans of Alyssa Breese and her starlets, Amber Blue, and Missy Sky. When Malibu PD offered the assignment, these rookies volunteered quicker then shit.” Joe laughed at the thought of the rookies, falling all over themselves when they meet Amber and Missy. “Well that’s great,” said Joe. “I’ll tell the girls, they’ll have fans helping out tonight. Thanks Mark.” Mark changed the subject, back to the case. “Also, I thought I’d tell you. The crime lab went over that rifle we found out on the bluffs, both inside and out. The weapons completely clean, no prints, no DNA, not shit. The shooter made sure it wouldn’t be tied to him.” He heard Mark sigh. “This case has me fucking baffled Joe. I hate to say it, but. The only way we’re going to catch this guy, is to take him down, the next time he makes an attempt on Miss Breeze’s life.” Joe doesn’t like his ex partners report, but he knows he’s right. “Then that’s what we’ll do then,” said Joe. “When he shows himself, we’ll take him out.” Joe took a deep breath, thinking of a worse case scenario. “Mark, Alexis Carlisle’s funeral is tomorrow. Can you be there, with a little back up.” “Sure partner, I’ll be there, and I’ll bring some L.A.PD black and whites with me….Hey Joe, I think my wife’s trying to call me, I’ll talk with you later okay.” “Hey tell Sarah, I said hi.” said Joe. Mark ended the call. Chapter 7. Sweet home Malibu. By the time they arrived home, the sun was sinking down over the pacific, looking like a beautiful bright orange ball of fire. After Joe talked with detective Sanger, he told Alyssa and the girls about their fans who’ll be standing guard outside the house tonight. Now as Joe pulls into Alyssa’s driveway, Amber climbed from the back seat, she spotted officer Jones. He’s a young looking white cop, sporting light brown hair, trimmed neatly into a policemen’s crew cut. He’s leaning against his patrol car, smoking a cigarette. She quickly walked over to meet him. Smiling and flirting as she came closer. “Why hello handsome, I feel safer already seeing you here.” Officer Jones’s face seemed to light up, when he saw his fantasy girl Amber Blue, for the first time in real life. “Wow,” he said nervously. “You’re Amber Sky. I have some of your most recent DVD’s,” he smiled like a fool. “Wow, your even hotter in person.” He reached out to shake Amber’s hand, she pushed it aside and wrapped her arms around the twenty something rookie cop. “I just love men in uniform,” said Amber, enhancing her Texas accent for attention. She’s barley dressed in a revealing white midriff top and a pair of daisy duke shorts. Officer Jones didn’t expect the sweet young Texan to be so friendly, he’s not sure where to place his hands, as he hugs the friendly girl back. The sight of Amber hugging the young cop, like he’s her long lost lover, made Joe and Alyssa breakout laughing. Missy decided she’d go meet him too. As she steps in closer, the second Malibu cop assigned to guard duty pulled his cruiser into the driveway. Seeing patrolmen Sanchez arrive Missy changed her direction to the arriving patrolmen. She’s wearing a short floral print sundress. A sudden gust of wind blew her skirt up, revealing black thong panties. She giggles childishly, seeing the dark-haired Spanish cops brown eyes open wide at the sight. “Oops,’ she said, acting cute. She leaned on his car, introducing herself. “Hi handsome, I’m Missy Sky.” Smiling flirtatiously, at the young cop. Sanchez reached out, shaking her hand, smiling like a schoolboy. “Its so nice to finally meet you Missy, I’m a big fan of your’s.” After Amber and Missy introduced themselves, Missy asked the officers to join them for dinner. Both officers declined. Saying they’re on duty, and they brought their own lunch with them. Missy exclaimed, her disapproval. “Throw those nasty sandwiches away. You boys are here keeping us safe tonight. I’m going in to cook dinner. When dinners ready, me and Amber will bring you something nice and hot to eat.” Amber flirted as she walked away. “And you boys, can have us for dessert.” Chapter 6. Back home in Malibu. While Amber and Missy prepare dinner. Joe explains to Alyssa, that its safe to step outside to her open air patio, overlooking the ocean. She’s apprehensive, he held her hand standing near the sliding glass doors leading outside telling her she’ll be safe tonight. “There’s a Police helicopter hovering above the bluffs, shining its bright spotlight where the sniper laid in hiding last night. And also I’ll remind you, of the two officer standing guard outside. One walking the beach, the other at the rear of your home.” Feeling safe to do so, she stepped out, holding Joe’s hand with one hand, holding a glass of red wine in the other. Joe’s sipping a much needed cold beer. “I love it out here Joe,” she said. “This patio overlooking the ocean, is why I bought this place. Now there’s someone trying to stop me, from living my life.” Joe sees her hand shake, as she raises her wine glass to her lips. He placed an arm around her back. “This won’t be forever,” he said, reassuringly. She took another sip of wine, then spoke. He hears anxiety in her voice. “Alexis Carlisle’s funeral’s tomorrow. And I’ll be damned, if this bastard stops me from seeing my best friend, for the last time.” He caressed her shoulder, reassuring her. “Don’t worry sweetheart. I’ll make sure you get there.” Alyssa sipped the last of her wine, she looked into his eyes. He looked into hers, without thinking he lowered his lips to hers, they kissed passionately. He pulled away to quickly. “Why’d you stop so quick, I was enjoying that,” she asked confused. He shrugged his shoulders. “I suddenly remembered, I’ve only known you a little over two days. And to top things off, I’ve already broken my no sleeping with my client rule last night.” Alyssa flashed a playful smile. “And you let Missy, Amber and Me, give you oral sex under my dinner table last night too,” she smirked. “Detective Joe Mason…You are such a bad boy,” she asked playfully. “Do you have a no showering with clients rule,” she smirked. “Because you showered with me this morning. Remember. You washed my back, and I washed your’s.” Joe looked into her eyes laughing. “Yep. since I met you. I’ve broken all my rule…But you know what…Its been worth, breaking all my rules.” They began kissing once more. This time he didn’t break from the kiss. At least not until Missy stepped out on the patio, disturbing their embrace. “Alright get a room or something, you two.” She spoke loud. They split up quickly, like high school kids getting caught making out in the hallway. “Sorry to break up your little love nest here guys,” she said sassily. “Dinners ready, come inside. Amber’s inside sitting you a nice private table. You can continue your romantic date in the dinning room.” Walking to the dinning room, Missy told Joe about Alyssa’s nonexistent love life. “You know what Joe, I’ve been thinking. I’ve known Alyssa, almost two years,” she nudged his arm, smiling up at him. “She hasn’t been on a date with a guy, in at least a year. I know you’re here, as our bodyguard detective Mason, but tonight. Can you put business aside, and act like your on a date.” Entering the kitchen, they find Amber lighting candles sat in the middle of the dinner table. The lights in the room are turned low, there’s light jazz music playing from a small stereo system. Amber spoke. “Have a seat you two. This is just the first part of our special night, we’ve planned for you.” While Joe and Alyssa took their seats, Amber poured them both a glass of red wine. As she poured their wine. Missy sat plates of her specially made Chicken Gordon Blue. Alyssa exclaimed her excitement. “Joe your going to love this. Its one of Missy’s best dishes.” Amber spoke, making sure she’s recognized. “I helped too. It wasn’t just Missy cooking all this stuff.” “Thanks Amber.” said Alyssa, like she always does when Amber feels left out. Joe held back laughter, thinking Alyssa, sometimes acts like a mother to her young starlets. Missy and Amber picked up plates, covered with aluminum foil. Amber explained what they’re up to. “Me and Missy, will be eating with those fine looking guys outside.” Amber started walking from the kitchen carrying two plates of hot food. “Hurry up Missy, your man officer Sanchez is down near the beach. My officer Jones is sittin in his car.” Missy held two plates in her hands, telling Joe and Alyssa of their plans before she left. “Amber and I will be back in a while, to give you both a special massage.” She winked at Joe. “Don’t go getting frisky with Alyssa before we get back. You’ll ruin our plan, if you get started without us.” “Okay sweetheart. No friskiness.” he replied. Missy left them alone. Alyssa slipped a foot from her shoe, then began rubbing her bare foot up the inside of Joe’s leg, startling him. “Hey now, you shouldn’t be getting frisky with me either. You heard what she said, you’ll ruin their plans.” Alyssa giggles, playing with his cock with her toes. He became hard. “Oops” She said flirtatiously, taking her foot away, she flirted. “I’m looking forward to their plans. Aren’t you.” ***************************************************************************************** About an hour later Amber and Missy came back inside. Joe and Alyssa are sitting at the table drinking wine, and making small talk. Amber disturbed their quiet moment, exclaiming happily. “Okay you two. Time for your special massages.” Missy kissed Alyssa’s cheek, standing behind her fondling her breast through her teal-blue camisole blouse. She spoke in a playful singsong voice. “Has Joe been a good boy, while we we’re gone Alyssa?” Alyssa lay her hands over Missy’s, her body shivered with pleasure. She winked at Joe flirting with him, then smiled flirtatiously, giggling. “He was a good boy…But I was a bad girl.” she said. Amber picked their plats up, sat them in the kitchen sink, then came back. She took Joe by the hand, Missy took Alyssa’s hand. They spoke cheerfully, in unison. “Come with us you two. Its time for the rest of our special night.” As they guide them towards the up stairs bedroom, Missy let loose of Alyssa’s hand, telling Amber. “Take them to Alyssa’s room. Get them undressed, I’ll go heat the massage oil.” Missy left them alone. Amber flirted with Joe and Alyssa. “Oh boy…I get to help you undress. Come on you two, times a wasting.” She tugged on Joe’s hand, and started leading him up the steps. Following behind her, he cant keep his eyes off of the sexy teenage ass, hiding underneath extremely short daisy dukes. Ambers legs are long and lean. “Perfect” he thinks to himself. His cock grows hard, for what seems like the hundredth time today. As they climb each step, he thinks back to the erotic scenes each girl did with their male co-stars, at the mansion in Sana Barbra. In the bedroom Amber began undressing Joe, he’s still wearing his shoulder holster and 45 pistol. Amber helped him take it off. “You won’t be needing your gun tonight detective Mason. We’ve got two of Malibu’s finest guarding us outside,” she giggled. “And I do mean finest!” Amber began unbuttoning his white dress shirt, she looked back at Alyssa. “You don’t mind sharing him with me and Missy, do you?” Alyssa’s reply seemed unsure. “Why no…of course not Amber…It’s not like he’s my lover, or anything like that.” Alyssa removed her black lace bra. “I think this will be fun…Don’t you Joe?” Missy came in, she sat the warm massage oil on a small bedside table. Then she began helping Alyssa undress. Once again she brought up Alyssa’s love life. “Amber, you’ve lived with us for almost eight months,” she snickered. “Shit Amber. Alyssa hasn’t been with a guy, for at least a year.” Both girls, broke out laughing. Amber pulled Joe’s pants down, then dropped to her knees. She played with his growing cock, caressing her fingers over the bulge in his paisley print boxer shorts. She spoke playfully. “Alyssa did sleep with Joe last night. I saw the smiles on their faces, when they came downstairs this morning,” she kissed his cock. “Did you enjoy Joe’s big cock last night, boss lady?” Alyssa replied to Amber’s curiosity, remembering what Joe said to his friend Mark Sanger on the phone earlier today. “You know a real lady, never kisses and tells.” Her reply caused Missy and Amber to break into girlish laughter. “What’s so funny girls. Believe or not. I am a lady.” she sounded a bit hurt. Missy spoke, in a reassuring voice. “Yes, you are, one fine lady.” Then she began kissing licking and sucking Alyssa’s breast, slowly kneeling. Once she’s on her knees, she gently tugged Alyssa’s black bikini panties down. Taking time to give her attractive female talent agents thin strip of auburn pubes a kiss, while at the same time caressing her hand between her boss’s legs. Alyssa glanced over at Joe. Amber’s on her knees busily sucking his erect cock. His brown eyes are closed, he appears to be enjoying it a little too much. She feels a hint of jealousy although, she’s only known the man for two days. But since they’ve met, she’s had a feeling; there’s something more to their chance meeting. She spoke with irritation in her voice. “Hey Amber. You’re supposed to give Joe a massage. Not a blow job.” Amber quickly took her lips away from Joe’s cock. When she moved her mouth away, Joe opened his eyes, finding Alyssa’s blue eyes glaring at him. Alyssa flashed a smile. “Sorry Joe. I know you were enjoying that, but I want a massage. Don’t you?” “Why…um yes. Sure I do,” he said nervously. Amber stood up saying. “Go lay on your belly Joe. I’ll give you a massage, you’ll never forget.” He laid down lengthwise on the bed, Alyssa lay beside him, their eyes met, she spoke. “I bet you never expected this, when I hired you. Did you Joe.” “No…I didn’t.” he said smiling. “But I will say sweetheart. The fringe benefits of this job, are the best.” Looking up, he watched Missy slip out of her short floral print sundress, then out of her black thong panties. She’s not wearing a bra. From the corner of his eye he watched Amber remove her white camisole top, she’s braless too. Then she removed her daisy duke shorts, along with a pair of red panties. Amber climbed on the bed, straddling his back. Missy did the same, over Alyssa’s back. He watched Missy pour warm massage oil, over Alyssa’s bare back. Looking into Alyssa’s face, he noticed a very pleasured smile appear. When Amber poured oil over his back, he realized why. The warm oil, mixed with the sudden softness of Amber’s hands and fingers, brought complete ecstasy to his troubled mind and worn-out body. Amber’s sweet Texas accent added to his pleasure. “Doesn’t Missy’s special oil feel good darlin.” she said sweetly. “I just love lettin Missy, give me a massage with this stuff. After she does me, I do her real good. Then we go take a long hot shower together.” Missy spoke seductively, massaging Alyssa’s neck and shoulders. “Yeah Alyssa. I bet you’d like to take a long hot shower with Joe, wouldn’t you.” Alyssa replied breathlessly. “Mmm. Yes, that does sound nice,” she opened her eyes, looking into his eyes. “Are you enjoying this, as much as I am.” she asked. He smiled approvingly. “Oh yes I am.” After both girls massaged their shoulders and back for at least twenty minutes. Missy spoke to Amber. “Hey Amber, lets swap. You do Alyssa front side, I’ll do Joe‘s front side.” Within seconds, both teens swapped their massage partners. Both Joe and Alyssa rolled over on their backs. Amber began massaging Alyssa’s neck and earlobes, then gradually worked her hands to Alyssa’s full breast. Her long nipples are erect and very sensitive, Amber pays special attention to her nipples. She’s helped Missy give their beautiful auburn haired manager massages before. She knows exactly, what she likes. On Joe’s side of the bed. Missy began teasing him, rubbing her bare cunt over his extremely stiff cock. While teasing him, she massages her soft hands over his chest. The feeling of the young woman’s bare cunt, caressing over his cock, almost drives him insane with lust. Looking up at the dark haired girl, he admires her youthful beauty. Her short shag hair style, with slight blond highlights, gives her an exotic appearance. Her breast are small firm orbs, with nickel size areolas and long pink nipples. He reached up and began playing with each nipple. She moaned. “Mmm…That feels so good.” she smiles at him, her eye lids flutter. Amber worked her way down, massaging Alyssa’s inner thighs. Occasionally caressing her fingers against the soft pink folds Alyssa’s vulva. Her body shook with pleasure, she began thrusting her crotch against Amber’s fingers. Teasing her, Amber stopped caressing her boss’s clit, then began massaging her way down each of Alyssa’s slender legs. She and Missy planned the whole evening perfectly. Their plan is to get Alyssa and Joe aroused, to the point of no return. By teasing their massage partners, to the brink of sexual orgasms, then leave them alone. In hopes once they leave, passion will ensue. Missy teases Joe, gently stroking his stiff cock rubbing massage oil into its sensitive flesh. She suddenly stops, and moves to his inner thighs. He protested. “Missy…I was enjoying your little hand job.” she chuckled girlishly. “I know you were buddy. That’s why I stopped doing it.” Missy glanced at Amber, giving her a wink. The wink, is a signal they worked out earlier. The girls have other plans for the evening, and Missy’s ready to get going. Amber pretends to notice the time. “Hey Missy, look at the time. Remember, we told those fine looking cops outside, we’d bringem dessert, before their shifts end.” she stood up from the bed. “Lets hurry Missy. I wanna seduce officer Jones into to asking me out for a date.” Missy jumped away from Joe’s oily body, exclaiming her plan for their own romantic needs. “Yeah Amber. That’s a great idea,” she giggled like a school girl. “I know the way into their hearts, and their pants. We’ll do it the old fashioned way. Right through their stomachs.” They both began to dress. Alyssa sat up looking completely relaxed from Amber’s massage. Joe sat up, watching them dress. His cocks so hard, he thinks he can use it for a pry bar if he has to. “Sounds like you girls, have a crush on those rookies outside.” said Joe. Alyssa spoke sarcastically. “Yep. Its about time too. They’ve been picking on me, about my lousy love life. Ha. The only dicks they’ve had lately, are a few brainless porn studs.” “Hey girl,” said Amber. “At least we’ve been getten laid.” She slipped back into her white camisole top. “Joe,” she said. “I hate to pry, but I know what you two did up here last night. It’s been a long time since Alyssa’s had a man in her bed,” she flashed a sassy grin. “Do it to her again tonight, she’s easier to get along with after she gets laid.” Missy added her two cents. “And beside that Joe. She needs a good man in her life.” After their little speeches they gave Joe and Alyssa kisses goodbye, then left them sitting alone. Alyssa stood up, offering Joe her hand. “Come on good man. Lets go take a shower.” He took her hand “Okay sweetheart. I’ll wash your back, if you’ll wash mine.” She tugged on his hand leading him to the shower. “Sounds like good clean fun. Lets break all your rules tonight Joe!” In the shower, they began slowly soaping each others bodies. Joe pays special attention to her breast, gently massaging each firm round orb. Mmm, she moaned. “I love the way you touch me, you’re so gentle.” He pulled her wet soapy body to his, gently tilting her head back for a kiss. The kiss was meant to be; just a kiss, but it quickly turned to passion. He felt her tongue licking his lips, his tongue touched hers. As they kiss, she feels his erection pressing against the folds of her sex. She reached down, and began gently stroking his cock. He moaned. “Damn…That feels good.” Next thing Alyssa knows, she’s being lifted off the shower floor. He’s lifting her up, grasping her ass with each hand. She wants him inside her sex so bed, she wraps her legs around his hips, at the same time reaching down guiding his erection between the fold of her wet cunt lips. She gasps. “Yes…Make love to me, now.” He doesn’t speak, he begins thrusting inside her. She wraps her legs tightly around his hips, as he thrust inside her, they kiss with every ounce of passion they have. After Missy and Amber’s seductive Koma Sutra oil massage, both Joe and Alyssa are so completely aroused. There’s no stopping things now. Their steamy shower love making builds to full speed. His hips smack against her inner thighs. They continue kissing, never breaking away. They feel their hearts beating, against each others chest. Just for a second, they break the kiss. Alyssa gasps breathlessly. “Fuck me…Oh yes. Fuck meee.” Hearing her passionate plea, he began trusting harder. His knees are becoming weak, he continues pressing her body against the marble tile shower wall. Holding her up, driving his erection deeper and deeper. Feeling the urge to cum, he does his best to hold back. But the feeling of her vaginal walls gripping his cock like a vice, becoming warmer with each thrust. He knows, he cant hold back much longer. She’s on the verge to cum as well, hearing his grunts of passion sends her over the edge. They cum at the same time. It takes all of his strength to hold the auburn haired blue eyed beauty up, as he cums. Still driving his cock inside her. His wet hips smack against her thighs. She feels his erection pulsing, as it buries its hot seed within her body. She finds it hard to breath, she lay her head on his shoulder, not able to speak. Finally he lets her down, her voice trembles. “Wow….That was fantastic.” Is all she can say. He spok out of breath. “Now turn around sweetheart. I haven’t washed your back yet.” They continued enjoying their good clean fun, washing each others bodies. Finally Alyssa turned the water off. She took his hand, leading him from the shower. Finding a soft fluffy blue towel, she began drying his body. He took a towel from a nearby shelf, and began drying her. Once he’s nice and dry, she began kissing her way down his chest, kneeling as she kisses him. Once she’s on her knees, she took his half erect cock between her warm lips. During her seventeen years as a porn queen, Alyssa Breeze became well known for her oral talents. It didn’t take long for her to arouse his cock, to another completely stiff erection. The feeling of her soft warm red lips and wet tongue, licking and sucking his manhood, like its an ice-cream cone on a hot summer day made Joe a very happy man. “Ahh…You know exactly what I like baby.” He exclaimed, gently thrusting his hips slowly fucking her mouth. She looked up smiling. “You like that do you baby.” She winked seductively, then went back to her task. Bobbing her head slowly, stopping occasionally to lick and kiss his shaft. Mmm. She mumbled. “Your cock taste sooo goood.” He loves the way she looks up at him, with her bright blue eyes. He’s never been with such a beautiful woman before. His ex wife was attractive, but Alyssa’s beautiful. He wants to make love to her again, he looks down caressing her auburn hair, telling her what he wants. “Lets take this to your bed baby. I wanna make love to you there.” She stood, then suddenly without warning. He picked her up cradling her in his arms. Surprised, she screamed, then broke into laughter. He carried her to the bed, laid her down gently, then lay over her. They began kissing once more. Moving from her lips, he began kissing his way down her body. Taking time to suck and lick her breast. She gasped with pleasure, enjoying the feelings of his tongue and lips on her long pink hesitative nipples. “Mmm…I love having my tits sucked,” she exclaimed. While sucking her nipples, he fingers her clit. She began humping his invading fingers. He stopped suddenly, then rolled over on his back. Pointing to his mouth, he cheerfully tells her what he wants. “Have a seat right here. Its my turn to suck your pussy.” Alyssa giggled. “Well aren’t you the adventurous one tonight.” He chuckled. “Yes I am…Now hop on my face, and take a ride beautiful.” Giggling she did as he asked. Holding on to her beds solid oak headboard, she slowly lowered herself down over his waiting mouth. Giving her a lick, he commented on her sweet flavor. “Mmm…you taste so good.” She chuckled. “I bet you say that to all the girls, you big stud. Now eat me baby.” He mumbled. “Oh you bet I’m going to eat you. Now sit on my face.” She did as he asked. And eat her he did. Opening her wide, with his thumbs and forefingers. He began licking her clit, within seconds Alyssa was moaning and gyrating her wet pussy over his mouth and tongue. He inserted one long index finger, her body stiffened and shook. “Oh…yesss. That’s the spot…Oh yesss.” Her juices began drenching his face. He drank them down, enjoying her salty sweet flavor. He ate her, for what seems like an eternity. She hasn’t been with a man, for a year. Tonight, she feels like a virgin on her wedding night. But its been at least three years for Joe, he’s enjoying every drop of her girl cum. Finally she pulls herself away from his mouth and tongue. Slowly moving her body back to his stiff cock, she guides it to her sopping wet sex. She looks down at his wet face, smiling seductively. “Thanks for the mustache ride cowboy,” she giggled. “Now can I take your cock for a ride?” “Why, you sure can sweetheart,” he spoke, sounding like a cowboy. “Go ahead, take it for a ride.” He’s smiling up at her, enjoying her beauty. She reached down guiding his cocks head to her wet opening, then slowly lowered herself down, stuffing all seven inches inside. Her body shivered with pleasure, she moaned softly. “Mmmm…that feels so fucking good.” she said. He grasped her hips, enjoying the softness of her skin. She began lifting then lowering her body, all the way to the head, then slowly dropping back down. With each stroke of her cunt over his shaft, she slowly built up speed. He once again enjoys the feeling, of being inside this remarkable ladies sex. The inner walls of her vagina, clutching his stiff member, feels like soft velvet caressing his cock flesh. Their eyes meet, no words are spoken, there’s no need for words. The passion between them says it all, they both moan softly. She leans down, they embrace and kiss. Joe thrust into her, as they kiss. She moans, her body shivers from a small orgasm. He thrust into her a little faster, she cums again. As she cums, he rolls her over. Now he’s on top, taking charge, of their love making. As he begins speeding his thrust, she moans out. “Yes…Fuck meee.” He groans softly in her ear. “What ever you want sweetheart. Now wrap your legs around me.” She does as he request, quickly folding her long slender legs around his backside. He began thrusting faster and harder than before. She gasps. “Yes…yes…Oh fuck yesss.” Hearing her response to his gained speed, he continues thrusting inside her. She begins humping back against his thrusting hips. The sounds of their bodies crashing together echo off the bedroom walls. Its mid December, there’s cool pacific ocean breeze blowing through an open window, but they’re both sweating. They kiss. As they kiss, Alyssa forces him to roll back to the bottom. Now on top, she began riding his shaft. She builds up speed, her thighs smack against his. He feels another orgasm building within. Once again, he holds back as long as possible. Its hard for him to do, the warm wet feeling of her velvet glove, is a pleasure too hard to bare. He wants to cum so bad, he began grunting out. “Fuck me baby…Make me cum.” She began riding him faster than before. He grasped her hips with both hands, then began thrusting upwards. Their flesh smacked together, feeling his hot seed rushing up his cockshaft. He gruffly exclaims an impending orgasm. “I’m…cumming…Keep riding me.” Feeling his throbbing cock pumping warm seed, inside her body. She smiles down on him, continuing her wild passionate ride. As she builds up speed, a major orgasm rushes from within her own body. Weakened by her own massive orgasm, she collapses. Laying her sweat drenched body over his. They both lay silent, catching their breath. He feels the inner walls of her sex flexing around his cockshaft. She feels his cock, throbbing inside her body. Small aftershock orgasms rush through both their bodies. Alyssa spoke breathlessly. “Whew, damn that was nice, but I think we’re going to need another shower.” ****************************************************************************************** After showering once more, they both lay back in bed. Alyssa’s laying her head on Joe’s shoulder. She spoke, there’s sadness in her voice. “I guess we better get some sleep,” she sighed. “Alexis Carlisle’s funeral starts at eleven A.M. At the Santa Maria funeral home, back in L.A.” When Joe doesn’t reply, she lifts her head to see why. She found out, he’s fast asleep. She feels angry at first, but seeing the content smile on his masculine face. She quickly calmed down, her blue eyes take in his manly features. His thick brown hair, with flecks of gray. The gray being a little more prominent, along the hairline of his temples. There’s a slight crook in his nose, apparently its been broken, possibly in a fight. His mouth is closed tightly. She admires his almost red lips, she feels the urge to kiss him, but she doesn’t want to wake him. She thinks back to last night, and how he saved her life, when the killer tried shooting her with a high powered rifle, from the bluffs south of her home. Thoughts of almost loosing her life last night, sends a chill down her spine. But just being near him, makes her feel safe and secure. Looking into his face, she remembers what she heard him say to his detective friend Mark Sanger. It was something about, when the killers caught, and his job of protecting her is done. He’ll go back to L.A, to work as a private detective again. She’s suddenly overcame with fears of being alone. She tells herself. “I’m not his type. I’m an ex porn star, I’m way to wild for a good man like him.” She lay her head upon her own pillows, watching him sleep. Before falling asleep, she said a silent prayer. “Lord god in heaven. Maybe I’m not worthy of a guy like Joe Mason. But lord, if I’m still alive, by the time this horrible situations over. Can you please, make him stay. I’ve only known him for two days, but Dammit, I really like this guy.” Saying the prayer eased her mind, she fell asleep with a smile on her lips. ***************************************************************************************** Chapter 5. A funeral, for a friend. Joe woke early, feeling a chill from the open window. Alyssa’s sleeping with her back to him, he takes in the sight of her long thick auburn hair, and the soft white skin of her bare shoulder, protruding from the edge of a thin blanket. Looking at the clock, he sees its going on nine A.M. Knowing they need to get ready for Alexis Carlisle’s funeral, he gives her shoulder a quick shake. She doesn’t respond, he leans over kisses her shoulder and says. “Wake up Alyssa.” Finally she slowly wakes up, she rolled onto her back, stretching. She smiles seeing, he’s still in her bed. “Good morning.” she says, in a groggy voice. “And good morning to you.” he replied. “What time is it,” she asks. “Its almost nine in the morning,” he paused not wanting to ruin the moment. “The funerals today honey. We need to get ready.” Her mood changed, tears ran from her eyes, he held her close “Its okay sweetheart, I’m here for you,” he said, trying to comfort her. She pulled away, quickly standing from the bed. Wiping her eyes, her mood changed from sadness to anger. “I hope her killer, pays dearly for what he did.” She turned away quickly stepping into her bathroom. He heard the shower running. He walked in, finding her in the shower, leaning against the shower wall sobbing. He hugged her from behind, seeing her this way made him angry at the killer, he spoke reassuringly. “He’ll pay for what he did Alyssa. And I’ll make sure, he doesn’t hurt you.” After showering Alyssa seemed to be in a better mood. She began dressing. He informed her, his clothings in the spare bedroom. “Can you go get the clothing you’ll be wearing, then dress in my bedroom.” she asked. “Sure. I can do that,” he replied. “Oh and make sure you wear something black,” she paused holding back tears. “Its my best friends funeral. We should both wear black.” He left her alone, the spare rooms just down the hallway from her room. Once inside, he found the only black dress suit he owns. Luckily, its not too wrinkled. After laying the black dress jacked a clean white shirt and trousers out. He dug through his luggage for something, he most likely should’ve been wearing under his shirt since he came to work as her body guard. It’s an old lightweight Kevlar bulletproof vest. The vest was issued, by the Los Angeles P.D. He hasn’t worn the vest since he quit the force five years ago. Knowing there’s a slight possibility, the killer might strike at the funeral. Even though Detective Sanger, told him, he’s ordering L.A PD black and whites to be at the funeral for a show of force. He decided today would be a good day to wear it. He slipped into a white tank top T-shirt, then a fresh pare of his favorite paisly print boxer shorts. Then he pulled the white Kevlar vest over his chest, snugly fastening its Velcro straps. After making sure the vest is secure on his chest, and upper body. He grabbed his black suit the white shirt and a black tie, then walked back to Alyssa’s room. He knocked before entering. “Come in Joe. I need your help.” she said Opening her door, his eyes fell upon Alyssa slipping into a knee length form fitting black cotton dress, with her back to him. “That dress looks good on you.” he said. “Can you zip me please.” she asked. He zipped her up, she turned around noticing the vest. “Why are you wearing that,” she asked puzzled. “I’m just being cautious, that’s all.” She looked him over, caressing her fingers over the white tank top style Kavelar vest. “Why are you wearing it now?” “Because I know we’ll be out in public places. At the funeral home, and the cemetery. I’ll feel more at ease wearing it, and I’ll be able to guard you and the girls better too.” He noticed anxiety in her face. “Don’t worry, its most likely nothing will happen. Detective Sanger’s helping out. There’ll be a few L.A PD black and whites at both places. If the guy tries anything, he’ll be taken down, either by the cops, or by me.” What he told her made her feel more at ease. She helped him dress, buttoning his white dress shirt, even helping him tie his necktie. She stood back looking him over, she smiled. “You look good in black Joe.” She hugged him, they’re about to kiss, but they’re both startled by a sudden knock on the door. They heard Missy’s muffled voice. “Hey are you guys awake in there.” Alyssa yelled back. “Yes Missy we’re awake.” Missy opend the door, poking her head inside. “When you’re ready. Come to the kitchen for breakfast. Amber’s making breakfast for us,” she looked at Joe. “You look nice,” she looked Alyssa over. “So do you.” She stepped inside, she’s dressed in a short black sleevless evening dress. She flashed a nervous smile. “I hope you don’t mind Alyssa, but Amber and me invited officers Mike Jones, and Frank Sanchez in for a sleep over.” Alyssa chuckled. “A sleep over?” Joe cut in joking. “Did their mothers say they could stay over.” A few moments later, Joe and Alyssa came to the kitchen dinning room. They found both twenty something Malibu cops, sitting at the table. They’re both half dressed. Mike Jones is wearing a white T-shirt and his tan police trousers. Frank Sanchez is wearing a white tank top and tan trousers. They’re both sitting at the table. Amber’s dishing them plates of, Texas style sausage gravy and buttermilk biscuits. She’s wearing a low-cut black evening dress, wearing a white apron over the front of her outfit, to keep it clean. She spoke cheerfully. “Good morning you two. I hope your both hungry, cause I made yall a big breakfast.” Joe sat between, Jones and Sanchez. “Well good morning officers. Did you sleep well last night?” Both young cops nodded eagerly. “I slepped like a rock,” said Jones. Amber sat beside Jones, adding a little too much information. “More like, rock hard.” she said. Missy sat beside Sanchez, she kissed his cheek. “You slepped, like a rock too. Didn’t you baby!” Everyone with the exception of Alyssa, laughed at Sanchez, noticing his tan skin blushing beet red. He flashed a broad happy smile. “Yes baby. That, was the best nights sleep, I’ve had in a long time.” Alyssa’s leaning against the kitchen counter sipping black coffee. Missy looked back, noticing sadness in her eyes. She stood up, and walked to her friend. Everyone watched her hug Alyssa. “I’m sorry Alyssa. Alexis was my friend too,” she kissed Alyssa’s cheek. “We shouldn’t be joking around on the day of her funeral.” Alyssa faked a smile. “Oh, I’m not worried about that Missy.” Alyssa smiled, thinking of her old friend. “You knew her as well as I did Missy. I’m sure she wouldn’t want us moping around, like a bunch of sad sacks,” she kissed Missy’s cheek. “You go have breakfast. I’m going upstairs to touchup my makeup.” *************************************************************************************** Services at the funeral home went well. Joe, Missy and Amber found out Alexis Carlisle had an interesting group of loving friends. Some were in the adult film business, some were just friends. Before leaving the funeral home, a few famous adults stars chatted with Alyssa. She introduced Joe to Ginger Lynn, Ron Jeremy, Nina Hartley and Amber Lynn. When Amber Blue met Amber Lynn, she told Ms. Lynn how she got her first name. “My daddy’s such a fan of your’s. That’s why he named me Amber.” Police escorts guided everyone out of L.A to a cemetery, close to Malibu. As they arrive, Joe noticed a crowd of grieving fans, at the entrance of the grave yard. Some are holding signs, with slogans such as. We love you Alexis. We’ll miss you Alexis. The crowd of fans stood Joe’s nerves on edge. To top things off, once the processions of police escorts did their job. Two squad cars pulled away, leaving detective Sanger’s tan unmarked police car behind, leaving Sanger as his only backup. As he drove slowly through the cemetery, Joe called Sanger on his cell phone. When Sanger answered Joe growled out his displeasure. “Mark…Where the hell are those black and whites going. We need some uniforms out here, holding that crowd back.” There’s a long pause at Mark’s end, Joe heard him sigh. “Sorry partner, chief Robertson called them back. That son of a bitch, doesn’t want his officers guarding a porn star.” Mark took a nervous breath. “Looks like its just, you and me partner.” Joe’s history with chief Robertson goes back to his ordeal with child killer Alan Prichard. Robertson was the internal affairs officer who forced Joe to quit the force. With the black and whites leaving, Joe feels anxiety rushing through his mind. Trying to look at the bright side, he told his ex partner. “At least I have someone dependable for backup. Thanks for staying with me Mark. Now can you keep an eye on that crowd.” “Sure thing. You go park, I’ll keep an eye on the crowd. They look pretty harmless anyway.” ***************************************************************************************** The service at Alexis Carlisle’s grave, took about an hour. Joe doesn’t pay attention, as a catholic priest reads the eulogy and says prayers over her coffin. He’s busy, keeping his eyes peeled over the crowd of fans gathered about a hundred feet away. Missy and Amber stand with their arms around Alyssa, she began sobbing when her old friends coffins begins lowering into its final resting place. The priest spoke the final words. “Earth to earth, ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.” Alyssa sobs, throwing a traditional handful of earth into the grave. Alexis’s other friends and relatives did the same, then slowly walked away. Joe turned to find Missy and Amber hugging Alyssa, as she stands looking into the open grave. He reached out, caressing her back. “Its time to go home sweetheart.” He took her by the arm, steadying her as they walk away. Amber and Missy follow a few feet behind, they’re crying too. As they walk across the cemetery towards Joe’s car, he sees a male fan standing about thirty feet away. What the fans wearing catches Joe’s eye. Its a dark blue ball cap with a large gold M above its bill, along with a black and red Detroit Redwings sweatshirt. He’s wearing the cap low over his eyes, Joe shrugs him off as just another overzealous fan. The fans carrying a sign, that says. I’m Your biggest fan Alexis. Suddenly the fan, start running towards them. The fan suddenly drops his sign and starts running towards them. Joe’s heartbeat quickens, he responds quickly shutting GUN. He shoved Alyssa behind him, standing like a stonewall in front of her. His right hand went for the 45 under his jacket. The mans firing as he runs, Joe does everything he can to protect his client, his chest feels the pain of four nine millimeter bullets slamming into his bullet proof vest. The impact, knocks him backwards, Alyssa’s behind him, she’s knocked to the ground as Joe’s knocked backwards. Her head hit the blacktop cemetery driveway, Joe fell hard onto of her. His sights blury, his breaths been knocked from his lungs. He’s trying to move but he cant. There’s a sharp pains in his chest, he’s not sure if his old vest worked or not. He lay over Alyssa’s motionless body, in shock. When everyone heard gunfire they took cover. Mark Sanger about a hundred feet away, he drew his Glock nine millimeter and started running towards the mayhem, once he’s in range he dropped to one knee and yelled out. “L.A PD. Drop your weapon.” The gunmen, doesn’t seem to care who he is, he turned towards The detective and fired at him. Sanger dived behind a headstone, bullets from the killers weapon ricochet off the stone. Everyone’s startled when they hear Amber Blue’s trembling voice, shouting from eight feet behind the man. “You heard the man….Now Drop it, or die asshole.” He flashed a devilish grin, turning around quickly. To his surprise he finds Amber aiming the chrome plated 38 special, she affectionately named pearl at him. Not saying her warning twice, she fires five quick shots. Four hit him in chest, one grazes his neck. He screamed in pain, blood sprayed from his neck, but he doesn’t fall. Realizing he’s wearing body armor under his Redwings sweatshirt. She quickly fired one last shot, hitting the man in the head. His head snapped back, his blue and gold U of M ball cap flew off , blood splattered from the back of his head. He fell backwards, dead on the ground. Detective Sanger, slowly approached the man with his gun drawn. Amber does the same, Missy walked along with her. As she came closer, Missy screamed in disbelief. “Oh no…Its my brother Jimmy.” Mark Sanger checked the pulse on the side Jimmy’s neck. He looked at Missy, shaking his head. Missy fell to her knees beside her dead 22 year old brother, tears flowing from her brown eyes. She grabbed hold of his sweatshirt screaming. “Why…Jimmy…Why.” Amber placed pearl back in her purse, then she peeled Missy’s fingers from her dead brothers shirt, telling the girl she refers to as her big sister. “I’m sorry Missy. He’s gone. You need to let go sweetie.” Back on the driveway, Joe pulls himself up, searing pain shoots through his badly bruised chest. One of the bullets grazed his right arm. He’s bleeding, but alive. But Alyssa’s laying still on the pavement, he yelled out, at the top of his lungs. “Mark call an ambulance. I think Alyssa’s been shot.” Joe knelt beside her, looking her over for bullet wounds. He finds blood on the pavement below the back of her head, he’s overcame by a dreadful feeling, fearing she’s been shot in the head. He checked the side of her neck, for a pulse. He’s relieved when he feels her carotid artery pulsating strongly. Mark ran over to Joe and Alyssa calling for an ambulance and backup on his cell phone. He knelt down and began checking Alyssa’s vital signs. He told the operator. “The victims in her thirties. She has a head wound at the back of her head, but there’s not much blood.” Mark noticed Joe’s bloody arm, and four bullet holes in his white dress shirt, he told the operator with urgency in his voice. “And I have another shooting victim. He’s about 42 years old. He’s taken multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, and at least one shot in the arm.” Joe grabbed Mark by the arm saying. “Don’t worry about me Dammit. Get her an ambulance now.” Mark lay his hand over Joe’s, telling him. “There’s med flight copter on its way partner. She has a good pulse” Mark patted Joe on the back telling him. “When that med flight lands. I’m sending you both to the hospital.” ***************************************************************************************** At the hospital Joe’s giving his doctor a hard time. “Dammit doc, I’m okay. Just wrap my arm up, I need to go see my client. She’s been hurt, its my job to look after her.” The female doctor wrapped his arm explaining, his condition. “You took four bullets in the chest. Your vest saved your life, but you’ve got some cracked ribs. I want you to lay back and take it easy. I’ve checked on Miss. Breeze, she’s still unconscious. But she’s stable. Now I have more patients to look after. You lay here and rest, I’ll be back to check on you.” Joe watched the doctor walk from the room, then he stood from the examination table. Pain shot through his chest, but he’s bound and determined to go find Alyssa. Knowing, he won’t be able to rest until he sees she’s okay with his own eyes. The doctor took his shirt and bullet riddled vest. She tried to have him wear a hospital gown, but he refused to wear one. She let him keep his white tank top T-shirt, black trousers and tan loafers. He began walking down hallway, he stopped a young blond haired nurse before she past him by. “Do you know where my friend Alyssa Breeze is located.” “She’s in a room right around the corner. There’s a pretty blond haired girl in there with her right now.” She walked away, he quickly walked around the corner where the nurse said to go. Inside the room, he found Amber sitting on the edge of the bed, holding Alyssa’s hand. Amber smiles cheerfully, when he walks in. “I was just going to come down and see you.” she said, sliding from the bed, quickly throwing her arms around him. He cringed in pain, when she hugs him a little to tight. He groaned out. “Detective Sanger told me, you shot the gunman. You did good today sweetheart.” He patted Amber on the back, even though he’s in pain due to the way Amber’s hugging him, not seeming to wanna let him go. She finally broke away, but she’s crying. “Don’t cry Amber, you’re the hero of the day.” he said, reassuring her what she did was right. She wiped her eyes. “But I shot Missy’s only brother. She’s like my big sister. I don’t know if she’ll ever forgive me.” Joe hugged her again, pain rushed over his chest, but he ignores it. “Don’t worry baby, it’ll be okay,” he looked into her eyes. “Speaking of Missy. Where’s she at.” “She’s with detective Sanger. He’s talking to her, in the waiting room down the hall.” They’re both startled when they hear Missy’s voice behind them. Detective Sanger’s with her “How’s she doing guy’s,’ she said timidly. Amber broke away from Joe, quickly moving to Missy, hugging her. “Please don’t be mad at me Missy. I’m so sorry I shot your brother.” Missy’s reply startled everyone. “I’m glad you shot him Amber. The man you shot wasn’t the Jimmy Beletsky I knew, back in Detroit,” She sighed moving away from Amber, her mood changed to anger. “My father and uncle, turned him into a monster. I saw those horrible pictures of Alexis Carlisle’s tortured body,” she looked at detective Sanger. “Like I told you down the hall, Its hard to believe Jimmy could’ve done something like that. The way she died detective, it just doesn’t make sense. Jimmy was a fool, but he’s not a sadist.” Sanger stepped in, he’s a little shorter then Joe. He keeps his light brown hair trimmed in a perfect flat top crew cut, his eyes are hazel brown, he addressed Missy by her real Polish name. “Melisa, I’ll need to contact your father back in Michigan. Do you know his address, or phone number.” “Yes. But I haven’t called the number since I ran away three and a half years ago.” Joe thought of something Sanger told him. “Missy. Was your brother, or anyone you know. A gunsmith?” “Yes both my uncle and my father are gunsmiths.” she said. “That’s very interesting,” said Sanger. “I have a hunch one of them made that sniper rifle. Melisa, write your fathers address and phone number down,” she quickly wrote it down. “Thanks Melisa, or Missy, whatever your name is,” Sanger looked at Joe. “What the hell are doing walking around. I just spoke with doctor Highland, she told me you have a few cracked ribs, along with that wound on your arm.” “I’m fine Mark. All I need is a few pain pills, and I’m good to go.” Joe, tried to hide his pain. But his old friend knows how he is, when he dedicates himself to a case. Mark smirked sarcastically leaving the room. “Yeah right old buddy.” After he left the room. Alyssa spoke, in a weak voice. “Hey where am I.” she asked sounding confused. Every one quickly gathered around the bed. Amber sat on the left, Missy sat beside her. Joe took a seat on the right, holding her hand as he sat down. He exclaimed in delight. “Your in the hospital.” said Joe. He leaned over, giving her a kiss on the lips. As he pulled away, she asked confused. “Why am I in the hospital?” “Because you banged your noggin when I fell on you. Don’t you remember.” Alyssa cracked a thin smile. “You fell on me…How’d you do that.” He was about to explain when doctor Highland came in. “There you are Mr. Mason. I figured I’d find you here.” The fifty something doctor, began checking Alyssa’s vital signs. She held two fingers in front of Alyssa’s eyes. “How many fingers am I holding up?” Alyssa replied slowly. “Two…I think. Every things a little blurry, but I’m sure you’re holding up two fingers.” She sounded groggy, but her response made everyone happy. Amber joked. “She’s alright doc. All she needs is a little lovin from detective Mason, and she’ll be good as new.” ****************************************************************************************** Chapter 6. Three days later. It’s a beautiful southern California day. The suns sitting high in the sky over Alyssa’s Malibu beachfront home. Joe’s standing on the upper deck of her home, looking down at her. He’s taking in the view admiring the way she looks, in a very revealing white French cut bikini. She’s wearing dark sunglasses sunbathing on the lower deck of her home near the beach. She’s half asleep, she doesn’t notice Joe as he comes down the steps dressed in brightly colored paisley print swim trunks. He’s carying a glass of wine for her, and a cold beer for himself. She screams, when he touches the bottom of his cold beer over the soft skin of her breast. “Joe…Don’t, that’s cold baby.” He hands her the wine. “Thanks I’ve been waiting patiently for this.” Joe helped her raise the back her lounge chair, then sat on a beach chair beside her, taking a long sip of beer. Alyssa lay her hand over his knee. “Well hero,” she says smiling. “Are you going to stay here. Or will you walk off into the sunset, back to your little apartment in L.A.” He made her wait for his answer, looking out over the ocean surf as it crashed along the shoreline, he took a sip of beer, then teasingly answered her question. “I don’t know. This palce is a little too nice for me.” He glanced down at her. “What do you think…Should I stay.” She sat up, quickly then knelt before him. “Yes you should stay. If you want. We can rough the place up a little, so it will look more like that nasty little apart you live in,” She snuck a hand inside the leg of his shorts, cluching his cock. “You love my fringe benefits. I know you do,” he grew hard. “Oh…You really love my benefits don’t you baby.” she said playfully. He cant resist her sweet teasing. “Okay. I’ll stay,” he chuckled. “I was just teasing you anyway.” She quickly took her hand from under his shorts, giggling. “I was just teasing too.” She sat on the edge of her lounge chair, changing to subject. “Missy told me your going to Detroit with her, to help her press rape charges on her perverted uncle.” She smiled sweetly. “Thanks Joe. She’s held what happened burried inside, for over three years. That must’ve been tough on her.” “Yes and, I’m going enjoy. Being there when the police put the cuffs on dear old uncle George Beletsky…And while I’m in the Motor city, I’ll coax the local police to reopen the case involving her mothers, so called accidental death. I’ll enjoy putting the screws to Poppa Beletsky as well. Those pricks created a monster out of Missy’s brother Jimmy. It’s time a little justice is served to those bastards.” Joe guzzled his beer down, then knelt beside Alyssa’s lounge chair. Without warning, he lifts her in his arms, slight pain seared from two of his cracked ribs, but holding the love of his in his arms helps him ignore the pain. Alyssa screamed out. “Joe put me down, before you drop me!” He gave her a long passionate kiss, ending the kiss he told her of his intentions. “I’ll put you down in our bed. That’s were I’ll put you down.” “Oh so now, my beds your bed,” she giggled. “I like the sound of my bed being your bed,” She cheerfully belted out an order. “Hurry up lover boy. Take me there before I change my mind.” ****************************************************************************************** The end. There may be a part 3 in the works, that is if my readers think there should be. |
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