Gender: Male Age: 53 Location: secret
|Introduction: These are the final chapters of this story. If you’re not familiar with the plot. You might want to read parts one and two. Some of my readers requested I write part 3. In these chapters, I introduce two new villains. And two more of Alyssa’s adult starlets. Charmaine and Strawberry. Please enjoy.|
Three days after Jimmy Beletsky’s failed attempt on Joe and Alyssa’s life, at Alexis Carlisle’s funeral. Things seem to be going back to normal. Tonight while Joe and Alyssa spend an evening alone at her Malibu beachfront home. Amber Blue and Missy Sky are out on a double date with Malibu police officers Mike Jones and Frank Sanchez. Its something completely different for 18 year old Amber Blue and 19 year old Missy Sky, aka Melisa Beletsky. They being adult movie starlets, don’t usually date men who aren’t in the adult film business. And for Missy a night out, after finding out her older brother was the killer, and seeing him die. With a bullet in the head from her best friend Amber’s gun. This is just what she needs.
Chapter 7. Amber and Missy’s night out.
Its Monday evening, now after taking their dates out for dinner and a movie. Jones and Sanchez invited the girls to their two bedroom Malibu apartment. After all, no sane heterosexual male should ever refuse the company of two young, but experienced girls. Like dark haird, brown eyed petite Missy Sky, and slightly taller platinum blond blue eyed Amber Blue from spending a private evening alone, at their bachelor pad. Both officers are between girl friends. And the night they spent with Amber and Missy at Alyssa’s home on Malibu beach last Thursday night, made them crave a little more alone time with the pretty young starlets.
“Would you girls like a drink,” said Mike Jones. “We have beer, soda. And…I think Frank has a bottle Jose Cuervo Tequila around here somewhere.”
Frank spoke up, thinking like an honest cop. “But Mike. These girls aren’t old enough to drink.”
What Frank said caused Amber and Missy laugh. Missy kissed Frank, then gave him her radical opinion
“Frank baby. The government lets girls and guys our age, join the military. They send them into dangerous war zones, where they risk life and limb fighting for their country. The government also lets girls our age make pornography,” she smirked. “But they won’t let us drink alcohol. Don’t you think, the 21 year old drinking age is a bit silly, when you think of all the things 18, 19, and 20 year olds…Are allowed to do?”
“Beside that guys,” Amber joked. “Tequila makes me and Missy’s cloths fall off. So pour us all a shot of, good old Jose Cuervo.”
“I’ll drink to that,” said Mike. “Frank, go get that tequila.” he said urgently.
“Hey, y’all. I’ve just thought of game we can play,” said Amber. “Every time one of us takes a shot. We take a piece of clothing off.”
“Now that’s sounds like fun. I’m game.” said Missy.
Frank gave his approval, with a big smile on his face. “Sounds like fun to me too. I’ll go get the Tequila.”
On his return Frank broke out four shot glasses, then poured everyone a shot. After everyone took their first shots. 24 year old Frank and 23 year old Mike took their shirts off. Now they’re standing in the living room in their pants and white tank top’s. Amber’s wearing a black, one piece evening dress. When she takes her dress off, both men’s eyes fall upon her wearing, nothing but a pink lace pushup bra and matching panties. Missy’s wearing a red midriff top, and a black mini skirt. Each mans eyes gawk at her, when she reveals She’s not wearing a bra. She teases them, playing with the long pink nipples, of her small round breast.
“Look guys,” she says playfully. “Tequila makes my nipples hard.” Frank reached over, playing with her erect nipples. “Missy baby….You’ve got the cutest little hard nipples.” he said with a big smile.
After a few more shots of Tequila, finally everyone’s completely nude. And not to mention, just a little drunk. Amber’s eyes fall upon Mike’s bare cock. She dropped to her knees, and took him in her mouth.
Missy joked. “Looks like Amber’s hungry for some cock.” She eyed Frank’s cock, smiling flirtatiously. “Mmm. I’m hungry too.” She dropped to her knees, taking her Latin dates cock between her red lips.
Sanchez and Jones are standing close to each other, in the middle of their living room. Happily grinning at each other, they slap high fives like school boys. Mike watches Amber suck his cock, bobbing her head back and forth, stopping occasionally, licking the sensitive flesh of his cock shaft.
Frank watches petite little Missy Sky, deep throat his long thick cock. She holds his meat deep within her throat, for what seems like an eternity. Then she slides her lips back up his long shaft without gagging.
“Oh my god, mom-sita….That’s fucking amazing.” he exclaims in disbelief.
Not wanting to be out done, Amber does the same to Mike. Missy sees her deep throating, she shoves Frank’s cock deep within her throat once more. Both men watch the girls do a little contest, of who can hold their breath the longest with cocks shoved down their throats. Amber finally came up for air, gagging.
“Don’t kill yourself baby,” said Mike sounding worried, but turned on.
Amber gently nudged Missy with her elbow. “Wanna switch guys,” she says. Missy took Frank’s cock from her mouth. “Yeah. little sister…I’ll share my guy with you.”
They quickly moved their nude bodies to their new men. Mike’s body trembles with pleasure, when Missy licks her pink tongue around the circumcised head of his cock. “Mmm…Your cock taste like vanilla ice cream,” she says smiling up at the tall muscular Anglo cop.
Amber licked Frank’s nut sack, then ran her tongue up his shaft, his body shivered with pleasure. She peered up at him, she smiles speaking flirtatiously .
“Mmm. You taste sooo good officer Sanchez,” giggle. “I’m so glad, my big sister likes to share.”
“Are you two really sisters.” Mike says curiously.
Missy giggled. “We’re not real sisters, silly boy. We unofficially adopted each other.” She licked her tongue over the head Mike’s cock. He groaned out. “Ahhh… Cool. I’m glad you sisters like to share.”
Missy leaned over kissing Amber’s cheek, she whispered in Amber’s ear. “Lets fuck these guys.”
“Lets do’em good, big sister,” said Amber, letting her soft pink lips caress Franks cock. She looked up at Frank, smiling. “Do ya wanna fuck me, big boy.” Frank threw his head back laughing. “Shit yeah I wanna fuck you,” He looked at Missy. “Do you mind if I fuck your little sister, mamasita.”
“Why sure baby. You can fuck my little sister,” Missy kissed Mike’s hard cock. “Is it okay if Frank fucks my little sister,“ Kiss. “We sisters share everything.”
Mike laughed. “Its fine with me,” he winked at Frank. “Just don’t wear my girl out buddy. Because, she’s sleeping in my bed tonight.”
The girls lead there men, to a nearby tan fake velvet covered sofa. “Have a seat sweetie,” Amber said to Frank. “I wanna take your big old cock, for a ride.”
Missy chuckled. “That sounds like fun. Have a seat Mike, I wanna take yours for a ride too.”
Within minutes Amber and Missy are thrusting each mans cock, between their legs. Frank clutches Amber’s slender hips, helping her lift her beautiful firm body over his stiff shaft. To his right Mike’s enjoying the warm wet feeling of Missy’s tight sex, as she slowly fucks his erection. He grasps her hips assisting her, as she rides him.
For Missy, the warm feeling of Mike’s cock stroking the inside walls of her sex, is just what she needs.
It was just a little over three days ago, when she watched her brother try to murder Alyssa Breeze, and Joe Mason. But the cock she’s riding, is only a temporary fix. Once the sex is over, the memory of seeing her only brother die, will soon return.
To quell the memory of Jimmy’s death, Missy began riding Mike a little faster. Feeling the handsome mans cock stroking the inside of her sex, causes the horrifying memory to fade. An orgasm rushes through her body. She stops fucking him, her body trembles, she lay her petite body against his. She whispers softly in his ear. “Kiss me.” Mike pressed his lips to hers, his lips feel warm and inviting. The memory of her brothers death fades, but then returns once the orgasm subsides.
To her left, Amber leans over kissing Frank. She’s been struggling, with what she had to do last Friday afternoon. Memories of taking Jimmy Beletsky’s life have been haunting her, over and over. She’s lost sleep. The memory of seeing a bloody red hole appear in Jimmy’s forehead, and the way his head snapped back when she shot him, keeps going through her mind. And the worst memory of all, is the recurring sound of Missy’s voice, when she screamed out. “Oh no….It’s my brother Jimmy.”
The feeling of Frank’s cock being shoved deep within the snug folds of her sex, almost helps her deal with what she had to do. Her new found friend, private detective Joe Mason keeps reminding her, she did the right thing. But now as an orgasm rushes through her young body, the memory of what she did comes back. She raised her body up, looking into Franks dark brown eyes. She cant chase the thought of what she did out of her mind, she feels another drink will do the trick.
“Your cock, feels so good inside me sweetie. But do ya mind, if we take a break for another shot of Tequila.” Although a bit disappointed, Frank gave in to her request. “Sounds good to me baby.” He tapped Mike’s shoulder, Missy’s riding him slow.
“Hey partner. Amber says she needs another shot, how about you and Missy.”
Missy stopped riding Mike’s cock, she and Amber suddenly seem to be thinking the same way. She smiled at Frank. “Hell yeah break time,” she said gleefully. “But after break. I think we should switch partners.”
Missy kissed Mike. “Not that I wasn’t enjoying that, Mikey baby.”
Mike kissed her back. “Missy darlin, I was enjoying you too. Now lets have those shots.”
Missy and Amber, slowly pulled their young bodies from each mans erection. Staggering a little when they stand up. Their lightheadedness is caused by both, sex and Tequila. But tonight, these girls are on a mission. The mission is, to do anything they can to wipe the memory of what happened at Alexis Carlisle’s funeral away from their troubled minds. And the way things are going, they’ve got a good start on things.
Back at Alyssa’s Malibu beachfront home. Joe wakes up next to Alyssa, its nine P.M. They began making love, right after he carried her from the beach front deck of her home. To the bed they now call, our bed. Now Alyssa’s sound asleep. But Joe’s wide awake, with thoughts of what Jimmy Beletsky said to him and Alyssa, when he made a threatening phone call to Alyssa’s cell phone, when they were in Santa Barbra.
Alyssa told him, Jimmy said. “My angels are watching you.” What the young man replied, when he called Jimmy a sinner, also came to mind. “I’m not a sinner. I’m a good Christian. My angels told me so.”
A cold chill ran down Joe’s spin. When a horrifying thought came to mind. Jimmy Beletsky wasn’t here by himself. What Missy said about her older brother, being a fool, but not a sadist came to mind. He gently slid out of bed, not wanting to wake Alyssa. Watching her sleep, he quietly slipped back into his brightly colored paisley print swim shorts.
He found his blue and gold UCLA sweatshirt, slipped it on, then quietly left the bedroom. Thoughts of Jimmy not working alone, keep racing through his mind. He mentally kicks himself, for not thinking of this sooner. He walked downstairs to the kitchen, grabbed a cold beer from the refrigerator. Then grabbed his cell phone from the dinner table. He hopes his friend, L.A homicide detective Mark Sanger’s awake. He wants to call, and run his hunch past his old police partner. Not wanting to wake Alyssa, he slowly opens the sliding glass door, leading to the upper patio overlooking the ocean.
Its mid December, a rush of cool pacific ocean air blows his hair back, as he steps outside. He took a sip of beer, then dialed his old friends home phone number. The call rings through, for a long time. He thinks Mark’s either asleep, or away from home. He’s about to hang up, when Mark’s wife Sarah answers.
“Hey Joe, what’s going on buddy,” she says happily. He’s known Sarah, almost as long as he’s known Mark. She must’ve noticed his name and number from their caller ID.
“Hi Sarah…I hope I’m not interrupting anything. I know its kinda late.”
“No…Your not interrupting anything. Mark and I are just hanging around the house,” she chuckled. “Just watching T.V, like all old married couples do. I suppose its not me you wanna talk to. Although I do miss talking with you.” she giggled. “Hey Mark says you’ve got yourself a new girlfriend, I’d like to meet this Alyssa Breeze chick. She sounds like an interesting girl,” she giggled again. “I mean her being an ex-porn star and all. We should get together sometime Joe. Well anyway, here’s Mark.”
She handed her husband of fifteen year the phone, Joe heard her tell Mark. “Its Joe. Ask him to bring his new girl, over for dinner.” Mark answered the phone. “Hey what’s going on partner.”
“Mark I’ve got a hunch. And I wanna run it across your mind, to see what you think.”
“A hunch,” said Mark. “Okay, give it to me Joe.”
Mark heard Joe take a deep breath, his old partner seems uneasy.
“Okay Mark. I know you think Jimmy Beletsky, is the only suspect for Alexis Carlisle’s murder. And the attempts on Alyssa’s life…But I believe, he didn’t do it all on his own.” Joe paused in thought. “Were you able to get in touch with Missy’s father, back in Michigan?”
“I did call the number Missy Sky…Or rather, Melisa Beletsky gave me. But I found the numbers been disconnected. I’ve been in touch with Detroit P.D. I asked them to track her father Paul Beletsky down, and her uncle George, but they haven’t gotten back with me as of yet.”
“God Dammit Mark. I asked you to get with me, with any info you found….Mark, I have a bad feeling. Good old poppa Beletsky, and his older brother George are out her somewhere. Remember, I told you, I’m planning on going to Detroit with Missy, to help her press rape charges on her uncle. But now I’m not going. I have a bad feeling, Paul and George Beletsky are involved in this case up to their necks.”
Joe heard Mark take a deep breath, his friendly demeanor changed from an old friend, to a serious cop.
“Joe…I Don’t know if you remember or not, but…You’re not on the force any longer. You quit, five years ago. And I add, our old pain in the ass Chief Robinson, has informed me. The Carlisle murder case, is officially solved and closed. And he’s also made it clear, I have other cases to work on.”
Joe heard a hint of skepticism, in his old friends last remarks. He called him out.
“I think you feel the same as I do Mark….But your buckling under to Chief Robinson’s will. That son of a bitch is why I quit the force. And you told me yourself, that prick called those patrol cars back from the cemetery last Friday. Because, he didn’t want them guarding a porn star. That moron gave Jimmy Beletsky, his chance to try and kill Alyssa. If it weren’t for Amber’s quick thinking, and good aim with her gun. He would’ve killed us both. And you, and a few others while he was at it, for all it matters.”
Mark sighed. “Okay Joe…what the hell do you want me to do. Like I said, I do have other cases to work. You know how L.A is. I’ve got three gang shooting. And a prostitutes body was found, in my precincts jurisdiction yesterday.”
“You say you have a dead prostitute.” The wheels in Joe’s detectives mind began turning. “What’s the cause of her death.” Mark took an uneasy breath. “Her throat was cut.”
“Did her body show any signs of torture.” Joe asked this question, thinking of the photos he saw of Alexis Carlisle’s body. He heard Mark take a breath.
“I shouldn’t tell you this…But yes, she had whip lacerations on her back, and ligature marks on her wrist and ankles. But Joe, you know these prostitute killings, most always turn out to be some crazy john. Or maybe her pimp.”
“Its possible Mark. But its just something about the murder of someone, Jimmy Beletsky would call a sinner. It just crossed my mind, when you told me about the hookers death. Sorry partner, I guess I was a cop way to long….. But anyway, here’s what you can do for me. Put an APB out, for Paul and George Beletsky,” Joe shrugged. “Who knows, maybe you’ll drag them up for a traffic violation or something.”
“Mark…I know George Beletsky raped Melisa Beletsky, when she was sixteen. If and when you find him, run his ass over the coals for what he did. Maybe he’ll never be convicted for what he did. But he’ll at least sweat it out for a while.” He heard Mark breath an uneasy sigh.
“Okay…I’ll run the APB by the morning watch captain.” Mark changed the subject. “Hey Sarah wants to know, if you’d like to bring Alyssa over for dinner sometime.”
“Sure,” said Joe. “I’ll have to check with Alyssa, to see when she’s free. But yeah, I think that’s a great idea.” Joe heard Sarah in the background, saying. “Ask them to come over, next Saturday.”
Joe replied, before Mark could relay her request.
“Tell Sarah, Saturday sounds great. But I’ll need to run it by Alyssa first.”
Suddenly Alyssa steps behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist, startling him. He thought she was still sleeping. “What will you run by me baby,” She kissed the back of his neck, slipping a hand down the front of his shorts. “Who are you talking to Joseph.” she asked in a sweet voice. His voice trembled.
“Its Mark, his wife Sarah’s asking us over for dinner next Saturday. Do you have any plans. If not, do you wanna have dinner with them?”
Mark’s listening in, he hears Alyssa talking in the background. He hears Joe’s voice trembling, and something that sounds like kissing. She’s kissing Joe’s neck, while reaching inside his shorts, playing with his cock. “Why sure…That sounds nice. Giggle. No baby, I don’t have any plans.” Her voice sounds seductive. Its turning Mark on, just hearing her speak in the background. Joe’s about to speak, but Mark cuts him off.
“Okay Joe, come over Saturday around three. And hey, see if her friends Amber and Missy would like to come over too.” Mark asked curiously. “So have you moved in with her, or what Joe?”
“Yes…Or at least, I will be moving in,” Joe replied proudly. “Looks like I’ll be calling Malibu my home.” Joe made one last request before hanging up. Hoping Alyssa won’t understand what he’s saying, he doesn’t want to worry her. “Mark before I hang up. Don’t forget to talk with our old patrol friends, okay.”
“Don’t worry partner. I wont forget,” Mark laughed. “Now go get laid Joe, that’s just what you need.”
Mark heard, Joe’s breathing intensify. He heard what sounds like, kisses being placed on Joe’s cheek, near the phone. Joe replied quickly. “I’ll make sure and do that partner.” Joe quickly ended the call. Mark turned to his wife, sliding close to her on the sofa. He kissed Sarah’s lips.
“What do’ya say. You and I go to bed early tonight.”
Sarah smiled curiously. “What’s gotten into you, all of the sudden.” she said.
“Oh nothing.” He spoke flirtatiously, caressing his pretty blond haired brown eyed wife’s ample breast, through her cotton floral print pajama top, he flirted. “I wanna get into you. That’s what I want!!”
Back in Malibu, once Joe disconnected the call. Alyssa hugged her body to his standing in front of him. She’s dressed in white silk pajama’s under her favorite dark blue terry cloth robe.
“I heard what Mark said.” Joe’s mind reeled, thinking she heard them talking about the possibility of more killers. “Oh what did you hear, sweetheart.” She looked up at him smiling.
“I heard Mark tell you. Go get laid,” giggle. “He said you need to get laid,” giggle. “If only he knew. I’ve been laying you quite often, since we’ve met.”
With that said, Alyssa took him by the hand, leading him back inside. Once inside, they began kissing. For Joe, kissing this beautiful woman is even better than sex. The outside air was cold, but her soft full lips are so invitingly warm. Breaking from the kiss, he tells her. “I love you.” She gave him a puzzled look.
“You love me?…Hmm…I like the sound of that.” she kissed him. “Then I love you too.”
She took him by the hand leading him back upstairs.
“Come on lover. Lets go back to bed,” she said playfully. “Remember…Doctor Highland told us. We both need plenty of bed rest. So lets do as the good doctor ordered.” Joe guzzled the last of his beer.
“Oh yes,” he said gladly. “The good doctors right. And I’m so glad, I have you to recuperate with.”
He picked her up carrying her towards the stairs. She scolded him.
“Joe…You’ve got two cracked ribs. Put me down. Now.” This time he did as she asked. She tickled his sides, then ran upstairs, saying. “Last one to beds a rotten egg.” Joe chased her upstairs, admiring the way her firm buttocks sways as she runs. “God you’ve got a great ass,” he exclaimed. At the top of the stairs, he pinched her asscheeks. When she screamed in surprise, he ran passed her into the bedroom. He jumped into bed, ignoring the pain in his cracked ribs, exclaiming proudly. “I beat you.”
She stood in the doorway, saying. “You cheated.” Then she ran and jumped on the bed, like a playful kid. The sudden jolt of her body landing on the bed, made a sharp pain shoot through Joe’s injured ribs. He clutched his ribs, moaning in pain. Alyssa stopped playing around, becoming concerned about the man who took four bullets in the chest, saving her life twice since they met. Luckily for him and her, the bullet proof vest he wore last Friday, saved his life. But in return, she was knocked unconscious, and is now recovering from a non life threatening concussion.
“Oh I’m so sorry Joe….But I told you, you’re going to hurt your ribs.” she lay beside him hugging him. Her head began throbbing painfully, she held her head. Joe noticed her pain.
“Shit now I’ve got a headache. I guess maybe, sex is out of the question for right now, huh babe.”
“We can still cuddle,” he said gruffly. “Just don’t cuddle with me too tightly. Okay sweetheart.”
Back at Mike and Frank’s apartment. The younger crowd is doing a lot more then cuddling. After another round of Tequila. Mike took Amber to his bedroom. And Missy went to Frank’s bedroom.
Amber’s laying under Mike, in his bed. He’s thrusting his cock, between the soft wet folds of her cunt,
with reckless abandonment. Amber’s long slender legs are wrapped around his backside. Amber moans, her voice is breathless and weak. “Yes fuck me…Fuck me hard.” They’ve been fucking in many different positions, for at least forty-five minutes.
Mike speaks softly in her ear. “You like how my cock feels baby.”
“Ooooh….Yes…I love how it feels,” She thrust back against his thrusting hips.
The feeling of his tight eighteen year old lovers pussy, and her soft warm inner thighs cause an orgasm to churn deep within his groin. He begins thrusting harder and faster. Amber thrust back, hearing his breathing increase. She knows he’s about to cum. She moans out. “Cum for me sweetie…Cum inside meee.”
Mike hears her plea, thrusting hard into her. Letting the seed, he’s been holding back flow from his throbbing cock. He doesn’t speak, he just moans and grunts. Sweat roles down his face, weakened by his intense orgasm, he lays his face between Amber’s neck and shoulder. She’s weakened as well, they lay in each others arms, catching their breath. Finally Mike roles over on his back. As his cock exits her soaking wet sex, she exclaims out of breath.
“Damn sweetie…. You missed your calling as a porn stud. Whew, that was nice.” He rolled on his side, hugging her. “Why thanks for the complement babe. But I think I’ll stick with police work.” Amber looked into his brown eyes, as if looking for a true answer. “Mike….Have you ever shot anybody.” Her question, took him by surprise, but he remembers the police report he read about what she did at the cemetery.
“Yes I did….But I wasn’t a cop at the time. I was in the Marines, when I was about your age. My platoon was deployed to Afghanistan. We were out on patrol, when about twenty Taliban fighters attacked us. They killed two of our Marines. Me and rest of the platoon killed fifteen of theirs.”
He heard unsure sadness in her usually happy Texas draw. “Did killing those Taliban guys, bother you?”
He shrugged. “Yes….But it was them, or me baby girl,” He kissed her cheek, and spoke reassuringly.
“Amber I read the report, about what you did last Friday. You did the right thing honey. If you hadn’t reacted quickly, like you did. Alyssa Breeze and Joe Mason, would be dead right now….The report said, they found another fully loaded nine millimeter pistol, with extra fifteen round clips stuffed in a small back pack, he was carrying.” He stroked her soft blond hair.
“He might’ve been planning on killing more people. But you stopped him. You did the right thing.” He gently held her face, looking into her watery blue eyes. “Stop beating yourself up. Okay babe.” She flashed a smile, wiping tears from her eyes, she chuckled.
“Shit Mike before last Friday. The only thing I ever shot with old pearl was a couple diamond back rattlers, and few ten cans.” She snickered. “Well I did almost shoot a guy once. But in the end, I just gave him a good scare by shoving pearl in his crotch.”
“You named your gun pearl?” he said puzzled.
She giggled. “Yep, that its name.” She rolled out of bed, then dug through her purse. She found the chrome plated 38 special she affectionately name pearl, unloaded it then handed it to Mike.
“Nice piece.” He said, looking on the side of her gun for a brand name. “Smith & Wesson. I just thought of a good nick name for you Amber darlin.” She lay back down next to him. “A nick name?” she asked.
“Yep…I’m nicknaming you. Dirty Amber.” She laughed. “Hmm…Dirty Amber. Yeah I like it.” she said.
He reached into a drawer, near his bed. Dragging out a fully loaded 44 caliber Smith & Wesson pistol.
“This baby here, is just like the 44. My old movie hero, inspector Harry Callahan carried. His nick name in the movie was Dirty Harry. You might know the actor by his real name Clint Eastwood.” He unloaded the gun, then handed it to Amber, her love for guns shows on her face, with a big smile.
“Wow this things So cool. Can I shoot it sometime!!” She giggled pointing the big gun at the far wall of
the bedroom, proclaiming. “Fucking for a living, and shoot’n guns. They’re two of my favorite things.”
In Frank’s bedroom Missy’s riding his thick stiff cock. She’s smiling down at him, slowly enjoying every inch of his manhood. Her young voice trembles breathlessly. “Mmm…It feels. Sooo goood.”
Frank takes her by the hips, then roles her over. “My turn,” he says. Once she’s on bottom, he begins driving his long hard cock deep within the folds of her pussy. She wraps her legs around his backside.
“Fuck me hard big boy…Fuck meee hard.” Frank obeys her commands.
“You want it mommasita. Then you’ve got it. Here we go baby, hang on for the ride of your life.”
Frank began banging his nineteen year old girlfriends sex, like there’s no tomorrow. His hips slapping hard against Missy’s thighs. She gasped loudly. “Fuck meee…Yes Fuck meee.” Frank doesn’t let up. He’s fulfilling a fantasy he’s had, since he first saw Missy Sky in a movie called Teenage lust. He’s been holding back for at least an hour. Now he feels the tell-tail signs of a major orgasm building in his groin.
Missy’s on her fifth orgasm. It’s the first time, she’s had multiple orgasms in a while. On the movie sets, she sometimes has two or three, but tonight. Her bodies being riddled with orgasms. All brought on by the first non porn star man, she’s had sex with in a year. Frank groaned in her ear. “I’m cumming.” She feels hot seed spewing inside her. It brings on a sixth orgasm. They’re both sweating and panting, like they’ve just ran the Los Angeles marathon. They don’t speak as their orgasms wash over their bodies. Finally Frank roles to her right. She spoke breathlessly. “Thanks Baby. That was…just what I needed.”
He lay on his side, hugging her body close to his. “Your welcome,” he said. Looking into her big brown eyes. Frank sees, she’s in deep thought. “What’re you thinking about Missy.”
She sighed. “I’m thinking about my brother Jimmy. I just cant believe he came all the way out her, from Detroit, to do the horrible things, he did.”
Tears began streaming down her cheeks. Frank wiped them away.
“Its okay baby,” he says caringly. “Go ahead and cry.” He held her close, letting her cry. She wiped her cheeks. “Thanks…You’re a real sweet guy,” She pulled herself together, telling him about Jimmy.
“When Jimmy was younger. He was a kind hearted guy,” she scoffed. “Then my uncle came to town. That hypocrite claimed to be a Christian. First he took my father, his younger brother under his spell. Then he pulled Jimmy into his web,” she wiped tears away. “That’s when I lost my brother. We grew apart. It was never the same again.”
“I know how it feels to lose a brother. I lost my older brother Emilio to the gangs of east L.A. They pulled him into their web, just like your uncle did with your big brother. But it wasn’t some kind of false Christianity. It was the money he made from selling Cocaine and Heroin. He was gunned down, by the Bloods, when I was 15. My father moved me and my mother to Malibu after that, to keep me out of the gangs.” Missy noticed the hurt in Frank’s eyes.
“I’m sorry about your brother.” She looked into his eyes. “I saw my brother die. It keeps flashing through my mind. And the one who took his life, just happens to be my best friend,” She shook her head. “Amber thinks I hate her, for what she did…But I don’t. This might seem weird to you Frank, but in a way. I’m glad Jimmy’s dead. Its like, he’s free of uncle George’s spell.”
She began to cry again. Frank stroked her blond streakd dark hair.
“Its okay baby. All you need is a good cry. Just lay your head on my shoulder and cry it out.”
And that’s what Missy did. She cried herself to sleep. He went to sleep as well. Holding the girl of his sexual fantasies in his arms. Finding out, she’s just as real. And as human, as he is.
Chapter 8. The Beletsky brothers.
At an old ranch, near Palmdale California. 50 year old Paul Beletsky, Melisa Beletsky’s father, aka Missy Sky. And her uncle, 52 year old George Beletsky, sit at a small wooden dinner table. They’re both bowing their heads in prayer. Tears are running from Paul Beletsky’s dark brown eyes. He’s been breaking down like this, since he learned from a television news report three days ago. His one and only son died, trying to kill Alyssa Breeze. With hopes of breaking the satanic spell, the demon woman cast over his younger sister. To comfort his younger brother, over the death of his only son. Uncle George, an ordained Christian minister began praying. George’s polish accent, echoes through the small kitchen dinning room as he prays.
“Lord God in heaven. Please take your devout Christian follower James Beletsky, into your golden kingdom. My nephew Jimmy, was a good Christian soldier lord. Satan’s whore demon, Alyssa Breeze, and her demon follower Amber Blue, took his life. Oh lord, help us deal with our lose. And once my brother and I are done grieving lord. Please help us capture the whore demon Alyssa Breeze, so we can cast the demons who control her, back to hell. Help us show Melisa, how the demons within that woman have been controlling her. And lord, help us bring Melisa home where she belongs.”
George ended his prayer. “Amen My lord. In the name of Jesus, all things cane be done.” He patted his younger brother on the back. “You need to get control of yourself, my brother. I need you to be strong. With Jimmy gone, I’ll need you more then ever.”
Suddenly, when Paul doesn’t come to his senses as George orders. He slaps his younger sibling, hard across the face. Paul’s head snaps hard to right. George yells out. “Pull yourself together now little brother….Stop your confounded sobbing. You’re acting like a woman, not a man.”
Paul sits holding his sore cheek. He finally pulls himself together, running a hand through his thinning dark hair. “I’m sorry George. But it’s hard for me, don’t you see. My only daughter ran away, over three years ago. She didn’t even leave a note saying where, or why she was leaving. Now just three months after we moved to this godforsaken sinful state, to look for her. I lose my only son.”
George stood and walked nonchalantly to a kitchen counter where a half full bottle of polish vodka waits to be drank, he pours to tumblers of straight Krol vodka.
“Here Little brother. Have a drink…It will calm your nerves.” Paul took the tumbler, filled with two fingers of Krol. “Thank you my brother. You’re right, a drink will calm my nerves.”
As Paul Beletsky drinks, memories of what started their vengeful quest came to his tired grieving mind.
One month before they left Detroit. George had him and Jimmy on a mission, to burn down a local adult video store. The store had just opened, on the outskirts of their all Polish neighborhood. They tried having the church parishioners protest, at the stores grand opening. But their protest fell on deaf ears of the city council politicians. After the failed protest, George had his brother and nephew load cans of gas in the back of his pickup truck. They broke in late at night, and started spilling gasoline over the stores interior.
It was Jimmy who found a few DVD’s with Melisa’s nude pictures on them. The name of the actress on the box was Missy Sky, not Melisa Beletsky. She changed her hairstyle cutting it short, instead of long like she wore it before she ran away, she added blond highlights to her new style as well. But Jimmy noticed his little sister right away. After torching the store, they returned home. Jimmy gave his father the heartbreaking evidence, that his only daughter has succumbed to the evils of pornography. Paul sold his home and the family restaurant. Uncle George sold his land, and hunting cabin, located near Traverse city Michigan.
As they made the long journey from Michigan to California. George filled Paul and Jimmy’s heads with exaggerated stories, of how Satan possesses the minds and bodies of pornographers. He told them, they trick young men and woman like Melisa, into doing unspeakable sexual acts on camera. And they sell the filth to men and woman to corrupt their minds. Once in L.A they began looking for Melisa.
They all began making rounds to different movie companies asking questions. Paul found out, a retired adult film actress, named Alexis Carlisle, was now an adult talent agent. And she might be helping his daughter find work. Someone told him, she owned a strip club where his daughter used to dance. Paul and George went to the club to talk with Alexis. But Melisa befriended Alexis, way before they arrived. She told her what they did to her back in Detroit. Paul remembers what the evil blond haired blue eyed, fifty year old ex porn queen told them.
“You tied your little girl to a table. Then you all took turns whipping her.” George was there, she laid into him too. “And you raped her…You son of a bitch.”
After that, Alexis had her bouncers throw them out of her club. Before they were thrown out, she told them. “There’s no way I’ll tell you where she is.” Later, Paul did question, his older brother about what Alexis said, about him raping Melisa. But George explained the accusation away, saying. “Satins demons tell lies.” That same day, before Alexis was able to warn Melisa, that her father and uncle were in town. George had Jimmy Beletsky help him kidnap the women. They tied her up in a horse stable on the ranch, they bought using Melisa’s mother Christina’s maiden name Zavosky.
It was in that dark dank dirty horse stable, where they slowly tortured Alexis. She held out almost two weeks, but she finally broke. George tricked her, promising to let her go if she told him where Melisa was. Thinking she’d soon go free, she told him his niece was working for Alyssa Breeze, and she was living at her home in Malibu. In a terrified state of desperate confusion Alexis gave them Alyssa’s, name phone number and address. George heartlessly took her life, soon after she gave him what he wanted. He made sure Paul and Jimmy watched, telling them.
“Cutting the throat of a demon. Is the best way to send them back to hell.”
Now three months later Paul Beletsky, a one time respected Detroit business owner sits half crazy and half drunk, in the small kitchen of an old Palmdale California ranch. Truth be known, Paul’s not exactly an innocent man himself. One night, over four years ago, at the Beletsky restaurant. Six months, before his daughter turned sixteen. He accused his wife Christina of being unfaithful. In a heated argument Christina told him.
“I’ve always been faithful to you Paul….But you’ve changed for the worse, since your brother George came to the states from Warsaw. He’s corrupting your mind, with his talk of born again hell and damnation.”
Paul lost his temper. Although it wasn’t the first time, he’s been abusive to his now dead wife. Only wanting to slap his wife of twenty years, to put her in her place, as he calls it. He hit her way too hard. The hard slap made Christina fall backwards, she hit the back of her head on the sharp corner of a stainless steel food prep table. The sudden blow, to the back of her head killed her instantly. Melisa was out with friends that night. She was usually working at the family restaurant, at the hour of her loving mothers death. But her mother gave her the night off, so she could go to a rock concert with her friends.
In panic, Paul called his brother George. Thinking his older brother, would surly know what to do. And of course, George knew exactly what to do. While his younger brother was in a completely panicked state of mind. George cleaned up the crime scene. He used some of Christina’s makeup, covering the bruising on her cheek. Then he called the police for his frantic little brother. While the police and ambulance were in route. He explained to Paul. “Tell them she slipped and hit her head. Do not tell them you hit her.”
So that’s what Paul did, Just as he always did when he was a kid growing up in a small Polish town just outside of Warsaw. Paul always listened to his brother, with exception of when Paul fell in love with Christina Zavosky. George never liked Christina’s family. He said. “They have Jewish blood in their veins.” But Paul didn’t listen, to his brothers racist propaganda back then. He and Christina moved to Michigan, where they opened their own restaurant. Both Jimmy and Melisa, were born in Michigan.
George was married for a while, when he was in the Polish army, but his wife mysteriously disappeared. George told Paul. “The whore ran off, with another man.” But in reality Juliana Beletsky’s body may never be found.
Now back at the old California ranch kitchen. Uncle George pours his brother another two fingers of vodka. Seeing Paul’s sitting there in a daze, George snaps his fingers in front of Paul’s face. “Paul wake up.” he says. Paul comes out of his trance, memories of the past fade away.
“What…what did you say.” Paul says, confused. George chuckles.
“You were sitting there with a far away look in your eyes. Little brother. You’re dwelling on what happened to Jimmy again, aren’t you.” George took a seat, then gave his opinion of what Jimmy did wrong.
“Jimmy would still be alive, if he would’ve listened to me. The first thing he did wrong, was to warn that demon whore, we were coming after her, by sending those pictures he took of her demon friends body. The second thing he did wrong, was to take on the demon by himself. He told me, she hired that private I, Joe Mason to protect her.” George sipped his vodka. “I had told you both, a demon can only be wounded with bullets, but he stole my custom made Winchester and tried shooting her, from a distance.”
George downed his Vodka, then poured more in his glass, and Paul’s.
“Then like a fool, James took two of my specially made Beretta’s, Without my permission. He went to that cemetery. He called me, before he did that foolish thing. He told me, he’d kill Alyssa Breeze in front of Melisa, then she’d see how evil the woman is. I told him, no boy, don’t do this thing. But my nephew is headstrong. He told me, he prayed long and hard on his plans. He told me, his gaurdian angles will protect him,” George took a drink, his dark eyes showing disaproval.
“I told him. No Jimmy, there are to many of Satans minions there. But your boy would not listen.”
Paul’s Polish accent slurred. “Now my son is dead George….What will we do now.”
George patted the back of Paul’s hand. “We wait…We will follow them. We will watch them. When Joe Mason, and that demon whore Amber Blue let their guards down. We will take that demon woman, and Melisa. Once we have them both out here. We will show Melisa, what Alyssa Breeze really is.”
In a drunken stupor, Paul speaks of what he and his brother have been up to, since Jimmy died Friday.
“What are we going to do with that Spanish whore demon, we’re keeping out in the stable. Are we going to show her, what its like to have sex with pure Christian men. Before you take her life, like you did her negro friend?” A sinister grin appears on George’s pale lips.
“So little brother. Now you want to have a little fun, with that sweet looking young Spanish demon,” he finished his drink, Paul finished his. “Come with me brother. Lets show the demon, what real men are like.”
Its late just before midnight, as George and Paul stagger across their dusty property, to a large wooden stabble located about a hundred yards behind their small three bedroom ranch home. Both men’s hearts race, with thoughts of deviant sexual pleasure they’ll soon derive from the 19 year old Mexican prostitute, waiting inside. They kidnapped her, along with a 21 year old African American prostitute. The 21year named Tasha, was the murder victim Mark told Joe about. Maria the girl they have stripped nude, and tied up in the stable. Is an illegal immigrant, no one cares nor even knows she’s missing. Of course it was George, who talked Paul into taking both hookers, from a late night street corner in east Los Angeles.
George told Paul. “We’ll to take these demon’s from the street. Taking their lives, will make us stronger.”
Truth be known. Before George Beletsky left his native home of Warsaw Poland. The first person he murdered was his wife Juliana. After hiding her body, in a place she’d never be found. He began seeing prostitues with Juliana’s features, of long thick black hair, and green eyes. Going insane with thoughts of Juliana returning from the dead to haunt him. He began posing as a john, tricking any prostitute with his dead wifes features into going to his country home. Before he left Poland, there were numerous bodies found of teen girls and woman with tell-tail features of dark hair and green eyes.
They enter the stable Paul turns on the lights. They hear Maria gasp in fear, walking to a horse stall. They find Maria, she’s tied just as Alexis Carlisle was tied. Her hands are tied above her head, to a low wooden beam. She’s gagged with a red bandana. “Hello Maria.” George says in a demented drunken voice. Paul walks in, he begins touching her breast. “Have you missed us.” he says. Maria’s a pretty teenage girl. Her dark black hair, is long and thick. Her brown eyes, although red from crying. Are are elegantly shaped, her nose is petite, with just a slight crook at the center. Her breast are ample and full.
Paul always plays with them when he comes to visit her. But the only way, he can stomach what they do to her, is to be drunk. He’ll enjoy raping her tonight, but he’ll feel guilty in the morning. George on the other hand, never feels any remores or guilt. He as always, sees prostitutes and pornography stars. As evil demonic plights on the worlds society. His sick mind tells him, it’s okay to rape and brutalize women such as young Maria. It never crosses his mind, why or how these innocent woman become what they are. He only sees them as tools of the devil. In reality, George is a sexual predator, and a briliant manipulator. Now he’s turning his younger brother into a sick twisted animal like himself.
George steps in behind Maria, she’s helpless to resist his touch. Feeling his right hand cluching her breast, and feeling his left hand fondling her ass. Her body tenses, she tries pulling away, but its of no use.
Paul removes her gag, she speaks begging them.
“Please senors, let me go. I tell no one about you. Please let me go, I’ve repented my sins, as you’ve asked.” George slaps her hard on the ass, she screams in pain. He gruffly whispers a lie in her ear.
“Be a good senorita for us Maria, then we will let you go.”
Paul strokes his hand between her legs. His speech slurs from too much vodka, as he lies to her.
“Yes my sweet. Once we untie you, you’ll need to do everything we say. After that, you’ll go free.”
Chapter 9. Tuesday morning in Malibu.
As the sun rises like a bright orange ball in the east. Joe wakes up feeling Alyssa’s warm lips on his now fully erect cock. He pulles the covers off, looking down at his beautiful auburn haired lover. Although he’s enjoying the oral pleasure she’s giving him, he cant help but joke with her. “I guess your headaches gone.” She stops for a second, looking up from her morning task, smiling.
“Sucking your cock, is even better than those pain pills the doctor pecribed for me.”
She lovingly goes back to her task. Running her lips and tongue down his long stiff shaft, Joe moans. “You’re one beautiful amazing woman Alyssa.” As she sucks him, she wets her fingers, then moistens her vagina with her wet fingers. She quickly moves her slender shaply body, to a crouching position over his erection. Joe grasp the soft white flash of her hips, steadying her as she lowers her sex around his cock.
He feels her body tremble with pleasure, as his cock slips deep within her velvet walls. She moans.
“Mmmm….Now that’s just what I needed.” Joe smiles up at her, as she begins slowly riding him.
“You’ve got that right baby. Now lower those pretty lips of yours down here. I need a kiss.” he says.
Keeping his erection inside her, she leans down. Once again, he enoys the warmth of her lips. He loves kissing her almost as much as he enjoys making love to her. She slowly humps his manhood, they kiss. The sensual moment of the kiss causes small orgasms to rush over both their bodies. As they kiss, he roles her over. “My turn.” he says playfully. Her voice trembles saying. “Take me lover boy.” As he thrust inside, she wraps her legs around his back. Her cunt becomes tighter, they kiss with passion as he thrust in deep, then pulls back slowly.
She feels his penis throbbing against the inner walls of her sex, an orgsam causes her body to tremble. She gasp a low pleased moan. He keeps shoving his cock deep then pulls back slowly. She begins pushing back against hips. “Let me back on top,” she whispers. He lets her roll back ontop. Once on top, she begins riding his cock with all the passion she can bring out. Her ass cheeks slap against his hips, he feels seed churning up from his groin. He groans out. “Keep riding me hard baby…Your going to make cum.”
“Mmm…I like making my man cum,” she says playfully. She speeds up her pace, her firm ass slapping against his hips. An orgasm sends tremers of pleasure over her 38 year old body. Joe feel the intense tingling sensations of cum flowing upwards. He thrust his hips upwards groaning. “I’m cumming.”
Alyssa feels his warm seed flooding the inside walls of her sex, another massive orgasm weakens her body. She slumps over his chest. He’s still shoving his cock deep inside, enjoying the euphoric affects of the inside walls of her sex flexing around his cock flesh. Alyssa roles her sexually spent body, from his.
“Now that’s the best way for two lovers to start their day.” Joe rolled over, giving her a kiss.
“Yes it is….Now lets go shower. You wash my back, I’ll wash yours.” he said.
After they shower, they dress casually. Joe wears a grey Salt Life T-shirt, and a pair blue jeans then slips into a pair of Nike running shoes. Alyssa puts on a white lace bra with matching panties, then she slips into a blue and white floral print sundress with a pair of tan leather sandles. As they step from the bedroom, they hear country music playing low, in the kitchen. Its Keith Urban singing Sweet Thing. Alyssa tells Joe. “That must be Amber, she’s the country music fan around this house.” Stepping inside the kitchen, they find both Amber and Missy making breakfast.
Ambers needing her fingers in a bowl of biscuit dough. As Missy stirs hollandaise sauce; she always makes the sauce when she makes omelets. Amber chirped happily. “Good morning lovers.”
“From the looks on their faces Amber,” said Missy. “I think they woke up having a morning quickie.”
“How was your date Girls,” said Joe. Alyssa chimed in. “Yeah, tell us the dirty details.”
Missy replied sassily. “Ladies like me and Amber…We never kiss and tell.”
As usual Alyssa gives her young starlets hugs and kisses. Today, as Joe watches her showing affection to her girls. She seems more like a mother to Amber and Missy, instead of their agent. Today instead of sensual kisses on their lips, she gives them affectionate kisses on the cheeks. She joked with Missy.
“I know what not, kissing and telling means girl…It means you girls screwd Mike and Frank’s brains out.”
“Yep,” said Joe. “Now those rookies will be driving around town, with big grins on their faces all day.”
“Have a seat Joe,” said Alyssa. “I’ll pour you some coffee.”
He found today’s copy of the Malibu Times news paper, on the table as he takes his seat. He reads the morning headlines to himself. One head line stands out from the rest, a chill ran down his spine. As he reads it, he remembers what Mark Sanger told about a dead prositutes murder, he’s investigating. It read.
Woman’s body found in an L.A dumpster Sunday morning, has been identified, as Tasha Morison. A police spokesperson says, she’s a known prostitute. Morison and a young teenager, known only as Maria, were last scene on L.A’s east side, getting into a black 1998 Chevrolet van. The van had California plates, but witnesses didn’t get the number. Police are looking for anyone, who can give them more information about the two middle aged white male suspects, who were in the van. An unnamed witness says, she couldn’t get a good description of the men.
He isn’t sure, but the article about the dead prostitute. Sounds like the case Mark Sanger’s working on.
As he sits reading the story, Alyssa startles him when she brings him his coffee, she sees the headlines. “Another murder in L.A, huh Joe. I’m sure glad I moved to Malibu.” She sat next to him. Joe folded the paper and sipped his coffee, she sees uneasyness in his brown eyes.
“Whats wrong Joe.” she asked. Not wanting to say whats realy on his mind, he shrugged, saying.
“You’re on my mind, that’s what.” He leaned over giving her a peck on the cheek. Amber noticed them.
“Awe,” she cooed. “Ain’t they a cute couple….Who would’a thought, they’d hit it off in just a weeks time.” She nudged Missy, while she’s pouring egg batter for an omelet, into a small frying pan.
“Ain’t they a sweet couple Missy.” she said tenderly.
“Yep,” said Missy. “Now hurry up and put those biscuits of your’s in the oven…Its nine o’clock. We don’t wanna be eating breakfast for lunch.” She moved aside from the oven, Amber placed a cookie pan full of unbaked biscuits in. “Alright,” said Amber. “They should be done in about twenty minutes.”
As Missy and Amber poured themselves coffee, the kitchen phone wrang. Amber answered it, speaking enthusiastically. “Why hey there, Mr Larson. How’re you doing this morning.” The callers producer Dick Larson. “Well I’m doing great babe,” he said. “How’s my sweet little Texas rose today.”
“I’m doing just fine sweetie,” Amber smiled broadly, hearing the fifty year old ex porn star flirting with her.
“Hey babe,” said Larson. “Is Alyssa feeling better today. I know she banged her head pretty good, last Friday at the funeral,” he sighed. “I’m so glad she wasn’t shot…And you, little miss quick draw. You surprised the hell out me, with the way you whipped out your gun, and blew that asshole away.”
Not being exactly proud of what she did, Amber went silent. She decided to hand him off to Alyssa.
“Here talk with Alyssa Mr. Larson. She’s sittin here at the table, waitin on breakfsat.” Alyssa took the phone. “Good morning sugar plumb,” he said happily. “Are you feeling better today?”
“Yeah,” she replied jokingly. “My head only hurts, when my old friend calls me sugar plumb….Good morning Dick, whats going on with you today.”
“Babe…I’m in a major fix today. I held a meeting this weekend, with my Slut Production studios partners. They wants me to wrap up the production on my Santa Barbra Cheerleaders DVD series today.”
“So what do ya want Dick?” she replied curiously.
“Can you bring Amber, Missy, and at least two other girls from your agency up to that mansion we shot scenes at last Thursday, out on walnut street in Santa Barbra…I know you and the girls went through hell last Friday. Hell I was there too. When I saw you and your body guard go down, when that nutcase shot at you. I thought I lost my old friend Alyssa Breeze.” He went straight to business talk.
“I have something to sweeten today’s deal Alyssa. My business partners and I, viewed the rough cut of Amber and Missy’s scenes, we shot last week. We decided, they should be the lead stars of our movie….And also, the reason why I want more of your girls is, I wanna shoot a big grand finally orgy scene. I’ve called Jake McKinley and Dale Peters, they’ll be there. And there’ll be a couple new studs there as well….But I need four girls to complete the scene.” Larson paused, in thought.
“And hey sugar plumb. Its been a long time since you’ve shown your gorgeous body in front of the camera…What do you think about, joining in on my orgy scene. I’ll make sure you receive a nice financial cut of the profits, once Santa Barbra Cheerleaders hit’s the market.”
Now the financial wheels in Alyssa’s mind began turning. She knows, if Missy and Amber are the lead stars in a hit series like, Santa Barbra Cheerleaders. Both she, Missy and Amber will make a boundle. She spoke quickly. “I’ll need to talk it over with my girls…I’ll call you back Dick. Bye.” She hung up, then walked to Missy and Amber, with a cheshire grin on her face. In reality, Alyssa’s a natural business woman, even though she dropped out of college. Suddenly what happened last Friday, seems to have escaped her mind.
“Dick just informed me. He and his partners in Slut Productions, are offering you both staring roles in his latest production of Santa Barbra Cheerleaders,” she spoke giddily. “Girls…this is your chance to make some real money. A staring role in a best selling DVD series like this, will make you some major cash. And it’s a stepping stone to more staring roles….This is your big chance girls, what do ya think.”
Suddenly she thinks of what Missy’s dealing with, after seeing her brother die, just last week. She hugged Missy, looking into her big brown eyes. “Are you up to working today honey.” she asked sincerely.
Missy flashed a quick smile. “Hey…You know I’ve got car payments to make, on that new Camaro I’m buying. Will I make enough to pay it off?” Her strangely cool demeanor, took everyone by surprise. But Alyssa stays cool.
“Yes Missy…The Cheerleader DVD’s are selling very well. Both you and Amber will make a boundle. But Missy, you’ve just lost your brother. Will you be up to this…Dick wants to shoot an orgy scene. Orgies can be rough on a girl, if she’s not mentaly ready.” Missy shrugged. “Alyssa…An orgies, just what I need.”
They ate a quick breakfast. With everyone but Joe acting, like today’s just another day. After breakfast, with worries of Missy being able to perform her orgy scene, seeming to be settled. Alyssa gave orders to her live in starlets. “Okay Girls, go get ready. With rush hour traffic, Santa Barbra’s a little over two hours away. Once we’re on the road, we’ll need to hall ass.” Like soldiers told to double time. Amber and Missy, ran from the kitchen to shower, dress into their movie costumes and put their makeup on.
Alyssa turned to Joe. “Do you mind if me and the girls, drive up to Santa Barbra on our own. Dick wants to start filming around noon today?”
Hearing her say, she wants to travel alone, he’s almost overcome with panic. Feeling his detectives hunch is right, that Jimmy Beletsky didn’t act alone. But not wanting to worry her, he makes an excuse to go with them. “Alyssa…doc Highland pulled me aside last week, before we left the hospital. She told me, you shouldn’t drive your car, or be on your own. Basically the good old doctor told me, to keep an eye on you.”
She hugged him, looking in his eyes. “But Joe…I’ll be with Amber and Missy. They’ll keep an eye on me.”
“Yes, but they’re going to be working.” He grinned thinking of the scenes, he watched the girls do last Thursday. “Okay sweetheart…The real reason why I wanna go with you is, I’m really into voyeurism.”
He chuckled telling a white lie. “I was completely turned on last week. Watching Amber and Missy do their scenes, with those oversized studs….Now please let me drive you and the girls to Santa Barbra.”
She kissed him, as she kissed him, she thought of what Dick Larson asked her to do. Thinking maybe he won’t approve, she decided to feel him out. “Joe baby…What do you think of seeing me, doing an orgy scene.” Joe didn’t reply. He stood hugging her, thinking of her question. She spoke curiously. “You don’t like the idea….Do you babe.” Suddenly an idea came to mind. “Hey…. How’d you like to join in, with me and the girls. And two of my other girls, in an orgy. Doesn’t that sound fun baby?”
He replied nervously “Me…In a porn movie?” Thoughts of being nude in front of movie cameras, along side well hung men like, Jake McKinley and Dale Peters scares the hell out of him. But thinking, it’s the only way she’ll let him go, he gave in. “Um…Yeah…. I think it’ll be fun. Yeah I’ll do it!!”
As they stand in the kitchen, contemplating his first and most likely, last and only adult movie group sex scene. Missy and Amber came in. They’re both dressed in their costumes. Which are the same blue and white cheerleading outfits, they wore at last Thursday’s movie shoot. Joe’s eyes take in the sexy sights of the way, the extra short skirts make each girls legs look. Long lean and sexy. Missy rattled her car keys.
“Me and Amber are going in my Camaro.” She joked with Joe. “I’ll race you Joe, I bet your old Coup Deville, cant keep up with my Camaro SS.”
Not liking the thought of Amber and Missy being on their own, he tried to change Missy’s mind.
“I don’t think you two should go alone…What I mean is. I like driving you girls,” he joked. “Its like going on a family road trip together.”
Alyssa cut in. “Joe…Last week, when we were threatened. I wouldn’t let Missy drive her new car. Now its over. We don’t need to hide any longer.” She noticed uncertainty in his eyes. “Don’t worry Joe, they’re big girls, they’ll be okay.”
Joe gave in reluctantly. “Okay…You’re right sweetheart.” he turned to Missy. “You be careful…And don’t speed.” Amber cut in. “Joe…You sound like my daddy. Now lets go, I’m look’n forward to this orgy.”
After Alyssa, Missy and Amber grabbed some extra clothing, and their purses. Missy and Amber, walked into Alyssa’s garage, where her bright red 2012 SS Camaro coup’s, been waiting to be driven since Alyssa gave her and Amber strict orders, not to go anywhere alone. Missy pushed the unlock button, on the key chain. The bright red modern muscle cars headlights flashed, they heard the doors unlock. Amber spoke proudly of the plans, she has for the money she’ll make, once Slut Production’s makes her a star.
“Missy, I love this car. But when I get paid…I’m going to buy me, one of those Mustang GT’s.”
Missy sat in the drivers seat, Amber sat beside her. Missy pushed the button on a remote garage door opener. As the large dark stained wooden garage door opens, Missy fired the engin up. The cars high powered 3.6 V6 roared to life. Joe and Alyssa stand near his car, watching Missy back her pride and joy from the confines of Alyssa’s two car garage.
“Missy looks so happy, finally being able to drive that car,” said Alyssa. “I think, finally getting to do something on her own, is just what she needs.” She noticed a big smiles on both of the adult teenage girls faces, as Missy stopped beside them, Alyssa nudged Joe’s arm. “They both look so happy Joe.”
Joe’s slow to answer, not being able to shake the bad vibes he’s been feeling since he read todays paper.
“Yes…I think you’re right babe. Now come on Alyssa, it’s getting late.” He took a seat in the drivers seat, of his shiny black Cadillac Coup Deville. Alyssa sat in the passenger seat, she waved at Missy and Amber as they backed away from the driveway first.
She turned to Joe. “I wish you’d let me drive my Porsche. I feel fine today. The headache I had last nights gone.” Joe backed out, then followd behind Missy. He placed a hand on her bare leg, she’s wearing the same knee length sundress, she dressed in early this morning. “I like driving you…And drivings helping my nerves, I’m excited about doing my first porn movie. But also, just a bit nervous.” Alyssa spread her legs, then moved his hand up against her warm crotch.
“There, maybe this will help,” she said playfully. “Just think baby, you’ll get your chance to fuck every girl at the mansion today. Oh yes, that reminds me. I need to call my girls, Charmaine and Strawberry.”
She left his hand between her legs, while dialing her cell phone. Calling two out of the ten young ladies on her staff of starlets. She knows Charmaine and Strawberry haven’t worked in a while, so she decides to call them first. They live close to Santa Barbra, she hopes they’re home. They’re perfect for today’s job. They’re two of the most adventures girls on her staff. And for Joe, feeling the warmth of her sex, beneath her white lace panties does help his nerves.
As they pull out on the main road, from the Sierra Madre housing community. Joe began scaning his eyes over the roadway. He sees nothing suspicious, but thoughts. That Jimmy Beletsky, and possibly someone else followed them last week, have been bugging him. How, is what keeps going through his mind. As a private detective, he’s learned to follow unsuspecting unfaithful sposes and the like, without being noticed. But every since he began working as Alyssa’s bodyguard, he’s been looking for tails. He knows what to look for. Since then he’s been kicking himself, for not seeing anyone following last week.
Alyssa reached over turning the car radio on. An old song called Don’t stop believing, came on.
“Alright, I love this song. Don’t you Joe?” She began singing along with the old 1980’s tune. Her happy go lucky attitude, makes him feel at ease. Hearing her sing slightly off key, he never sees the vintage Vietnam war era olive drab Huey helicopter, flying eight hundred feet above.
Chapter 10. The Angels are watching.
Last Thursday, during their drive home from Santa Barbra. Missy told them, uncle George flew helicopters for the Polish army. Now as they drive towards highway 101. George Beletsky follows his unsuspecting prey from above. His younger brother Paul’s sitting in the copilot seat, using binoculars to keep an eye on Joe’s black Cadillac and his young runaway daughter, Melisa’s bright red Camaro.
Two months ago, George Beletsky, being the smooth talking manipulator he is. And a highly trained licensed pilot, strolled into a small municipal airport, located a few miles south of their Palmdale ranch.
At the airport, he met the man who owns the old Huey. Chatting with the man about his love for helicopters, he soon befriended the old Vietnam vet. Now from time to time, he rents the Huey from its owner, knowing, it’s the best way to tail someone like Joe Mason, who might be able to see someone following him in a car. When Jimmy told Alyssa. “My Angels and I, are watching you.” He was actually speaking of his helicopter pilot uncle. Now as Melisa’s father Paul observes her new car, he scoffs at his daughters new found wealth.
“My Melisa. She’s making dirty money. Selling her body to Satan’s pornographers.” Paul glanced at his Brother. “It breaks my heart big brother. We need to take her away from Satan’s disciples.”
George nodded his head, speaking loud over the old helicopters rotor blade and engine noise.
“Yes my brother. And as you see, they are letting their guard down. Now all we need is for Melisa, and that whore Alyssa, to go out on their own. Once they’re alone….We will take them.”
“But when?” said Paul, asking desperately.
“Maybe tonight. We will watch where they go.” George looked below, seeing Melisa’s red car speed onto the north side of highway 101. “They’re heading to that mansion, where we watched them film their filthy pornography last week.”
He reached over patting Paul’s shoulder. “If things go right, we will take them somtime today.”
Paul smiled broadly. “It will be good, to have my little girl back. She’s been gone too long big brother.”
Chapter 11. Breaking Joe’s cherry.
As luck would have it, traffic on northbound 101 wasn’t too heavy. They arrived at the mansion, just past noon. As they pull in, they meet Dick Larson, near the mansions elaberate Dolphin water fountain statues. Two cement Dolphin’s spew water from their smiling mouths. While Strawberry and Charmaine pose for videos and photos. Each young woman’s in costume; which are of course are the movies signature, short blue and white Santa Barbra Cheerleader uniforms. Dick Larson’s clicking still photos of the girls, while his camera man films them with a high def digital video camera. Dick calls out to Amber and Missy.
“Come on over girls. I need you to pose, for a few promotional photos and videos, before we step inside for today’s scenes.” Strawberry and Charmain see Alyssa, they both come over to meet their long time talent agent. Strawberry’s a shapely young woman, with naturally curly strawberry blond hair. She’s wearing bright red lipstick, and light pink eye shadow accentuating her green eyes. She hugs Alyssa. Charmaine’s
a beautiful mixed race black girl, with hazel eyes, she hugs her too.
“Alyssa…I’m so glad you called us. We havn’t worked in two weeks,” said Strawberry, she kissed Alyssa’s cheek. “Thanks we need the money,” Charmain kissed Alyssa’s cheek. “I’m so glad you’re alright. I heard about what happened last Friday.” Strawberry cut in. “Yeah, the T.V news report said, you and some guy got shot. When I heard the report, I was afraid, we lost you.”
Joe’s standing next to Alyssa, she placed her arm under his pulling him close introducing him to her starlets. “Joe I’d like you to meet Charmaine and Strawberry…Girls. This is my friend and bodyguard Joe Mason.” She smiled at Joe. “This is the guy, who took four bullets in the chest, saving my life last Friday.”
Strawberry exclaimed her inteligents. “You got shot four times. And you’re still alive. My god, that’s a miracle.” Alyssa replied sarcastically.
“He was wearing a bullet proof vest Strawberry…Although I do believe. Someone up there likes this guy, almost as much as I do…Girls…Joe, will be joining us in todays group scene…This is his first time girls. So when you do your scenes with him…Take real good care of my man. Okay.”
Strawberry looked him over, from head to toe. “Oh boy Charmaine…You and I, get to take his cherry.” Both girls hugged him. Charmaine joked. “Don’t you worry baby…We’ll be gentle.” The girls flirtatious affection made Joe’s heart race. “Thanks Girls….I’ll appreciate that.” he said, smiling nervously.
Once Dick Larson and his cameraman, finished the outside photo and video shoot. He gathered everyone inside the mansions spacious sunken living room. There’s a long plush white velvet wrap around sofa surrounding half of the living room. In the center of the room, there are ottomans, stools and chairs. Everyone standing around Larson listening to him talk about the old day of porn, when he was a handsome young porn stud. He’s 58 years old, he’s been in the adult film biz, since the mid eighties. He began by telling everyone, about his love for the old ways of producing an erotic adult movie.
“Ladies and gents. Back in the eighties, when I started my career. Directors back then, actually did screen plays. They didn’t just wanna film little short jack off movies. They wanted to both, arouse and entertain porn fans….I look about this room, seeing all these beautiful young ladies, and these handsome young men….It brings out my need to re-create the good old days of porn.”
He hugged Alyssa. “When this sexy lady, was barely 21. I was one of the first men she fucked on camera.” He kissed her cheek. “Today, she and I will show you kids how its done. Ain’t that right Sugar plum?”
Joe noticed Alyssa admiring her old friend. Maybe thinking back to her younger days. Or was it something more. Richard Larson’s a well fed stocky six foot tall brown eyed man. His once popular curly black hairs turning grey. At one time, he and the famous Ron Jeremy were mistaken as brothers. With the exception, Jeremy has blue eyes, not brown. But Larson’s said to have bedded hundreds of famous, and not so famous porn starlets. Alyssa being one of his most memorable ladies, from the nineties.
“That’s right Dick.” Alyssa said smiling proudly. Looking at four of her young starlets. “But you know, I’ve gotten the chance to stand back, and watch my girls in action…There’s not much we can show them.”
With that said, Larson began directing the scene, he has in mind.
“Okay everyone. The scene we’ll be doing today, is going to be a high school football team homecoming win celebration party, at Amber and Missy’s home.” He looked at Alyssa. “Alyssa. You’re Mrs. Breeze, the cheerleading team coach…..Joe. You’re Coach Mason. You’re a horney old football team coach.”
Joe replied sarcastically “I’m a horny OLD coach…Cant I be a horny middle aged coach.”
Larson remembers being intimidated by Joe, last Friday. During a tense moment, between him and Alyssa. He stammered. “Sorry Joe…I didn’t mean that, in a bad way. Shit I’m the old guy here. Right buddy.” Larson shook Joe’s hand. “And thanks for volunteering your services today. One of my male stars, couldn’t make it here on such short notice.” He looked Joe in the eye.
“Joe. This is your first time. You’ll have five beautiful ladies to fuck. How’s your stamina?”
Alyssa cut in. “Don’t worry Dick. He’s got excellent stamina,” she winked at Joe. “We’ve been practicing. Haven’t we baby.” Joe blushed., everyone laughed. Their laughter made him feel at ease. Larson hugged Alyssa, asking Joe. “Do you mind if me and Sugar plum, do a scene together.”
Alyssa noticed apprehension in Joe’s face and body language. He shrugged. “No…. I don’t mind.” he said. “Hell…it’s a porn film right,” Joe smiled at Amber, then back at Alyssa. “Do you mind if I do a scene with Amber?” Alyssa chuckled. “Go ahead and fuck her brains out, lover boy.”
Dick patted Dale Peters on the shoulder, then pulled Missy to Dale. “You two are together.” He patted Jake Mikenly’s shoulder, he pulled Charmain to him. “You two have fun.” That left Strawberry without a match.
“Strawberry, you work with Joe and Amber.” Strawberry hugged Joe. “Alright! I’m popping your cherry!”
“But first,” Larson shouted. “Our cheerleading team, has a cheer to get the party started.” Larson hands Alyssa and each girl a short, but sweet script. Alyssa took her starlets aside, they all turn their backs to the men, leaning into a huddle discussing how they’ll cheer. Larson speaks. “Quiet on the set….Action.”
Joe’s dressed in blue and white sweats, with the words Santa Barbra High, on the back of his jacked. Jake and Dale are dressed in blue and white football jerseys, and blue jeans. Dick Larson’s acting as the school principle, he’s wearing a dark blue suit, white shirt tan trousers and dress shoes. Joe stands fascinated, watching Alyssa get into character.
“Okay Girls. Get ready to cheer,” Alyssa says cheerfully. “Hey guys The Santa Barbra cheerleaders, have a special cheer to get everyone in the mood for tonights party….On your marks girls.” She’s holding two blue and white pom pomes. She suddenly rouses her girls into a loud energetic cheer.
“Rah…Rah Sis Boom Bah. We are the girls of Santa Barbra…. Rah…Rah Sis Boom Bah…..Lets party….Lets Fuck….Lets party…Lets Fuck….Lets Fuck Coach Mason…Lets fuck Principle Larson Rah…Rah…Sis Boom Bah….Lets fuck our quarter back…Lets fuck our line backer….Lets fuck them All…Rah…Rah Sis Boom Bah….Lets fuck!!!!”
The camera man, zooms in close. As each girl, including Alyssa jumps high splitting their legs. As the camera zooms in closer. Each girls short blue and white skirt hikes up. Every one sees, the sexy Santa Barbra Cheerleaders aren’t wearing panties under their short skirts. Alyssa exposes a thin line of auburn pubes. Missy exposes, she shaves her’s bald. Amber exposes a diamond shaped trimbed patch of light blond cunt hair. Strawberry’s sporting exotic looking died pink pubes. Charmaine exposes neatly trimmed jet black pubic hair. Larson yells. “Cut.” They stop. “Alright,” he says. “Let the orgy begin.”
The camera zooms in on Alyssa, Amber, and Strawberry. Alyssa tells her girls.
“Amber, Strawberry. You girls go take care of Coach Mason. I’ll take care of principle Larson.”
The camera follows Amber and Straberry to Joe. They begin flirting. He does his best to act surprised.
“Hi handsome.” Amber say flirtatiously, sensually grinding her slender body against his. “Well hi there sweetheart.” He replies smiling. Strawberry grinds her tall slender body against his backside. She unzips his blue Santa Barbra High workout jacket. Amber unties his sweatpants. Joe’s been wanting to undress Amber, and Straberry every since he met them. He lifts Ambers blue and white cheerleading sweater up.
“Oooh. yeah coach…Get me naked. You handsome devil.” says Amber. She lifts her arms up, he pulls her sweater off, exposing small round firm breast. He then turns to Strawberry, peeling her sweater off.
Her breast are somewhat larger then Amber’s. He beigns playing with Strawberry’s ample 21 year old breast. He helps Strawberry remove her skirt, after that. He helps Amber, take her skirt off. Both Amber and Strawberry drop to their knees, they pull his paisley print boxers down, then begin playing with his balls and sucking his cock. Joe looks down smiling, seeing Amber suck his cock, while Strawberry licks his nut sack. He moans. “Damn girls….That feels fantastic.”
The camera moves to Alyssa and Larson. They’ve already undressed. He’s sucking Alyssa’s full firm breast.
“Mmm…That…feeels sooo goood Mr. Larson.” The camera zooms in on his tongue, licking her quarter sized areolas and long hard tan nipples. As he sucks her breast, she’s playing with his famous long thick cock. The camera zooms in, she strokes his erection, then drops slowly to her knees. Alyssa’s well known for her oral skills. She plays with his large testicles, while deep throating his thick member.
The camera moves to Dale and Missy, they’re both completely nude. She’s on her knees giving head. Expertly bobbing her head quickly back and forth, on her black partners large tool. Seeing she’s on camera.
She deep throats the mans long cock. Her petite nose touches Dale’s pubic hair, pulling her mouth away. She gags slightly, the camera records saliva dripping down her chin.
Next the cameraman moves to Jake and Charmaine. She’s laying on her back, on the long white velvet wrap around sofa. They’re sixty-nineing each other. The camera zooms in first to Charmaine. As the pretty, mixed race 22 year old, shoves the tip of her finger in Jake’s asshole, while she sucks the muscle bound tattooed porn studs masive cock. The camera pans to Jake. He’s bending his head between Charmaine’s tan legs, licking sucking and fingering the sexy black girls cunt. Zooming in closer we see, he has one finger in her sphincter, while shoving two more inside the pinkish tan folds of her cunt lips.
Back to Joe, Amber and Strawberry. They’ve moved to a long leather ottoman. Strawberry’s laying on her back, Amber’s kneeling down eating her pussy. Joe’s kneeling behind Amber, he’s finally getting the chance to taste the 18 year olds pussy. The camera zooms in showing, he’s shoving two finger deep inside her, while licking and sucking the pretty young Texans clit. Occasionally licking her asshole. The camera catches the flesh of her ass cheeks quivering, when an orgasm rushes over her body. Joe stands up, then shoves his cock in slowly.
“Yes…fuck mee.” she moans. Now Amber’s fantasy is finally coming true, and so is Joe’s.
Joe begins slowly shoving his stiff member deep then pulling back. The high def camera records Amber’s girl cum, shimmering from his cock shaft. As he fucks Amber, he looks across the room. Alyssa and Larson, have moved to the long sofa. Alyssa’s leaning back against a pile of throw pillows, with her legs spread wide Dick Larson’s eating her pussy. The Camera zooms in, showing Larson’s vigorously fingering his one time long ago girl friend. Alyssa begins humping against her old boy friends mouth, tongue and fingers, moaning. “Eat…Me….Oh fuck yes eat meee. That feeeels sooo good.”
The camera switches to Dale and Missy. Dale’s laying on his back on the floor, over a soft Leopard skin rug. Missy’s kneeling over his face, he’s tonguing her asshole and pussy. Running his long tongue, back and forth between both orifices. He’s enjoying the taste of both, while Missy sucks his cock. She lifts her head smiling into the camera speaking flirtatiously. “I’m taking this big cock…For a ride.” She moves her body around, guiding the tip of his cock to the pink folds of her cunt. Charmaine begins riding Jake, shoving his long rod deep within her body. She looks into the camera, exclaiming. “I just love….White meat.”
Back to Joe, Amber and Strawberry. He’s now fucking Strawberry, while watching her eat Amber’s sweet pussy. He’s doing his best, not to cum. Thoughts of the Beletksy brother’s being in town, seems to be what’s keeping him from orgasming too soon. The warm wet feeling of sweet young Strawberry’s sex, gripping his seven inch cock, is such a fantasic feeling, he doesn’t want it the end. He peers across the room at Alyssa, she’s moving into a kneeling posture. Noticing he’s watching, she smiles and winks. He smiles and winks back. Larson slips his thick cock inside her sex. She closes her blue eyes, her body quivers from a small orgasm.
The arousing smell of sex, fills the air of the large plush mansions living room. Moans of pleasure echo from the walls. The cameraman, stands at the center of the room. Slowly turning his body, catching the action as it unfolds. He pans in on Jake and Charmain, she’s riding his long rod, reverse cowgirl style. He pans back to Joe, Amber and Strawberry. Missy decides its time to change partners. She’s been wanting to fuck Joe, since she met him last Wednesday. Memories of when, she sucked his cock along side Alyssa and Amber under the dinner table in Malibu, are still fresh in her mind.
She leaves Dale, moving to where Joe’s doing Strawberry. The cameraman follows behind, zooming in on the sexy way her asscheeks sway when she walks. She taps Strawberry’s shoulder “Lets trade places.” she says flirtatiously. “Go party with Dale.” she says. Joe’s eyes are closed, as they trade places. He opens them in surprise, feeling Strawberry’s wet cuntlips slip from his cock. Missy leans over Amber, then looks back at Joe smiling. “Its my turn coach Mason.” she says, acting like a silly high school girl.
“Why yes! It sure is your turn Missy Sky…I was hoping you’d come over.”
He quickly slips his, girl cum soaked cock between the pink folds of her sex. She’s a petite girl, but her pussy’s so wet from screwing Dale Peters. His cock slips in with no trouble. He’s been craving the dark haired brown eyed girl, since they first met in Alyssa’s kitchen almost a week ago.
The feeling of Missy’s tight sugar walls flexing around his cock shaft, is almost too much to bear. But he holds back, knowing the scenes not over yet. He looks at Alyssa, she’s now riding Jake Mckinley’s cock. They’re both on the couch. Her backs to him, Mckinley’s large cocks stretching her pink cunt lips to there limits. As Alyssa rides the twenty 23 year old studs cock like the pro she is. Dick’s leaning back on the couch, with a big smile on his face. Strawberry drops to her knees, and begins sucking his cock.
He looks at Joe, giving him a thumbs up signal. Joe smiles back, still shoving his cock deep within the tight folds of Missy’s sex, returning Larson’s thumbs up. He watches Strawberry turn her body around, she slips Larson’s cock into her pink haired cunt, then begins riding Larson reverse cowgirl style. The camera zooms in, showing how wide Larson’s cock split’s the young woman’s cunt lips. Beside them,
Charmaine lowers her body down over Dale Peters stiff cock. She begins riding him hard.
The long orgy scene seems to go on forever. The girls keep rotating to a new man. Joe’s now laying on his back, on the ottoman. Amber’s riding his stiff cock, while Missy squats over his tongue, he’s enjoying her musky sweet juices. He hears Alyssa telling Amber. “All right Amber. It’s my turn, go play with Jake.”
The camera zooms in. Showing Amber’s cunt slip from Joe’s cock, only to be replaced by Alyssa’s wet looking pink pussy lips. She leans down asking. “Are you having fun baby?” He mumbles from between Missy’s legs. “Your damn right I’m having fun.” Alyssa begins slowly riding her lovers cock. The whole time she’s been with the other men in the room. She’s been craving the feeling of his cock inside her body. She moans. “Mmmm…You’re the best baby.”
After she rides his cock for a good long time. They all hear Dick Larson, call out. “Cut.” Larson looks at every one, smiling happily. Strawberry’s kneeling on the floor in front of him, sucking his cock. He tells everyone “Okay boy’s and girls. Its money shot time. Ladies, I want you all kneeling by your men. Guys, when the camera comes to you, start jacking off. You can cum in your girls mouth, over her face. Hell even her tits if you want…Get her nice and messy.” he gave the order. “Roll camera. Action.”
Dick begins jerking off. Strawberry leans her head back, while playing with his nut sack. Suddenly his cock erupts gushers of semen. The first eruption, flows into her wide open mouth. A second shoots over the bridge of her nose. She laps it up, wiping her finger over her face, then she licks her fingers seductively smiling at the camera. The camera zooms to Dale and Amber, his load shoots directly in her mouth, she licks cum from his cock. He moans, she looks up saying. “Mmm…Your cum taste yummy.”
Charmaine kneels before Jake. His load jets into her mouth, another gusher spills over her straight raven black hair. She looks at the camera, sensually fluttering her hazle eyes, licking semen from her fingers.
Last but not least, it’s Joe’s turn. Alyssa and Missy are kneeling before him, they’re taking turns sucking his cock. Seeing the cameraman’s beside them, he begins masturbating. Alyssa’s sticking her tongue out. Missy’s doing the same. He grunts when he cums, shooting into Alyssa’s open mouth first. She swallows it down speaking sensually. “Mmm…coach. You are delicious.” Feeling more cum rising, he contiues jerking off. Missy gets the last of his seed. He grunts, Missy catches drops of sticky white cum on her tongue. The camera zooms in, recording Alyssa and Missy cleaning each others faces, with their tongues.
Larson yells. “Cut.” ending the scene. He came over to Joe. “Great job !” He says, offering to shake Joe’s hand. He declines the congratulatory handshake, slightly disgusted. Knowing Larson just finished jacking off. Alyssa hugs Joe tightly. “Baby…You did a fantastic job!!” He kisses her with lustful passion, not thinking or even caring, she’s been oraly pleasing the other men in the room.
“Okay everyone, it’s time to party for real now.” says Larson, in a happy tone. “I’ve planned, a good old fashioned wrap up party. I have beer, liquor and soda, in the kitchen. Go ahead and help yourselves to anything you want. I’m having a cater bring us dinner, so get dressed. The food should be here soon.”
Joe and Alyssa showerd together, then dressed before the party starts. In a bedroom, where earlier this afternoon, they both changed into their movie costumes. When they changed, he hung his shoulder holster and Colt 45 automatic, in the bedroom closet. As he slips it back on Alyssa asks him curiously.
“Why did you bring that old gun sweetie?”
He covered the gun, and shoulder holster with a tan suede jacked explaining, without saying too much.
“Because it’s a dangerous world my dear. You might say, it’s my security blanket.” She hugged him, looking into his eyes. “But we’re safe now. Jimmy Belesky’s dead. I don’t think you need it anymore.”
As she grills him about the gun, he turns his cellphone on. Once it picks up a signal, it beeps, showing detective Sanger left a voice message, and called him more than once. He ignores her.
“Mark left a voice message. Excuse me babe, I need to check this, it might be important .”
She kisses him while he listens to the message. Feeling he’s ignoring her, she leaves the room in a huff.
“Oh go ahead ignore me. I’m going out for a drink.” Mark’s voicemail is vague, but his tone of voice seems urgent. Even though, all he says is. “Call me Joe. It’s important.” It’s late now, around six P.M. Knowing Mark’s most likely on his way home, he calls his cell. It rings for a long time, he’s abut to end the call when Mark finally answers. “Joe…I’m glad you finally called me. I’ve tried to call you, four times today.”
“Sorry Mark…I just realized, my phones been turned off all day. So um…What’s up.”
“What’s up Joe, is. I’ve been trying to call you, to let you know. I found out, the remaining male members of the Beletsky family. Paul, his son James, and his rapist brother George. They sold their property in Michigan, about four months ago. Then they moved.”
Joe fought the urge to panic. “They moved!…Did you find out, where they moved to?”
“Joe…You’re not gonna like this, but. One of George Beletsky’s church deacons, told me. They moved west, to look for his niece Melisa.” The hair on the back of Joe’s neck tingled, his arm pits began to sweat. His voice trembled. “Have you found out, where they are now?”
“No. I’ve been checking all afternoon. Plus, I put that APB out. So far, no ones picked them up yet. Its like the Beletsky brothers are hiding under a rock somewhere….Where are you at Joe?”
“I’m up in Santa Barbra, with Alyssa and her girls. They had to film a scene up here today.”
“That’s good Joe…I’m glad you’re still keeping an eye on your girl. But anyway, While you’ve been hanging around up there, watching sexy women screw. I’ve been at my desk, at the precinct, doing a little digging into the Beletsky brothers past history…It turns out, the Beletsky’s are wanted for questioning, in a few arson investigations. Four months ago three men, fitting their description, were seen leaving the area where a newly opened adult video store burned down,” Mark snickered, sarcastically.
“One day before the store burned to the ground. Pastor George Beletsky, lead his church members in a protest over its grand opening…And before that, they protested an abortion clinic, it burned down too.”
“Yeah,” said Joe. “I’d say George Beletsky’s a good suspect. Missy told us, her uncle was always preaching against the evils of pornography, abortion, and homosexuality. I wouldn’t put it past the prick to do something like that.” Joe took a tense breath. “So now do you believe my hunch, that the Beletksy’s murdered Alexis Carlisle….Mark, I think George Beletsky’s another Charles Manson.”
“Just like Manson. The guys a master manipulator. The guy’s not surrounded by drug grazed hippeis. But, from what Missy’s told me. Its seems like, her father and brother believe whatever her uncle says.”
As they speak, Charmaine comes in. Joe looks her over, seeing she’s changed into a short one piece sky blue dress. Her long straight black hairs drapped over her right shoulder. She seems a little high, or drunk. She begins flirting, even though he’s on the phone.
“Well hi….Coach Mason,” giggle. “I was hoping, I’d find you in here.” Mark hears Charmaine’s seductive voice. “Who’s that Joe….Why is she calling you Coach Mason.” Now Mark’s curious. Joe doesn’t reply, Mark listens in.
“Charmain honey….I’m on the phone. Can you please leave.” She hugs him, grinding her firm body against his, speaking seductively. “But Joe. You and I never got to do our scene together.” She giggled playfully. “Now that Alyssa, Missy and Amber drove off to the liquor store. We can do a scene of our own, before they get back….Doesn’t that sound fun.” She kisses his cheek, Mark hears the kiss.
“Hey Joe…It sounds like whoever that is. Wants to play, I’ll let you go. Bye.” Mark hung up. Joe tried to stop him. “No…Mark…don’t go...” The line went dead. Charmaine keeps flirting.
“Are you done talking Joe. Because I wanna suck your dick, then fuck you really good. Would you like that baby!” She began groping his crotch, trying to unzip his fly. Suddenly what she said about Alyssa, Missy and Amber. Going to a liquour store alone, sends him into a panic. Now he knows for sure, George and Paul Beletsky are hiding somewhere near L.A. He pushes her away. Being a little drunk, she staggers back, falling on a nearby bed. She smiles seductively, pulling her dress up, showing she’s not wearing panties.
“Come on Coach. Lets get it on baby.” she exclaims her desire, spreading her legs wide.
“No… Charmaine. Tell me where this liquor store is, that Alyssa’s going to.”
Charmaine laughs, spreading her legs wider, she began stroking her tanish pink labia.
“The liquor stores over on Elm street. It’s at least five miles away. Come on Joe, that’ll give us plenty of time, for a quicky.” He ignores her, walking towards the bedroom door, leaving Charmaine feeling a bit hurt. “What’s wrong Joe. Don’t you like Chocolate girls.”
Joe stopped at the door. “No sweetheart. That’s not it. As a mater of fact, I think you’re gorgeous. But Alyssa’s my girl. And she’s your agent. And now, she might be in danger….Sorry but I’ve gotta go.”
He walked through the living room, passing Dick Larson and Strawberry without speaking
“Joe where’re ya going. Alyssa should be back soon.” Larson chuckled. “When I bought the liquor, for tonight’s party. I should’ve remembered. The only alcohol Alyssa drinks, is wine. Missy’s driving her to the liquor store down the road.” He begged. “Come on Joe, stay here, have a drink with me and sweet little Strawberry.” Joe stopped at the exit door.
“Not right now Mr. Larson. I have a feeling, Alyssa and the girls, might be in danger.”
He opened the door quickly stepping outside. Larson ran after him, meeting him near his Coup Devile. “What do ya mean. She’s in danger.” Now Larson’s, concerned about his one time flame Alyssa.
“My friend, detective Sanger, just found out. There might be two more killers in town.” Joe sat in the drivers seat and started his car. “Should I call the cops.” said Larson, in concern. Joe shrugged.
“No…I might feel like a fool, once I meet them at the store, finding them all safe and sound. But, I’ll feel more at ease once I know they’re ok. I’ll be back soon for that drink buddy, save me a shot of whisky.”
Joe started his car, looking up at Larson. “I’ll need a drink, once I tell Alyssa the bad news.”
On the five mile drive to the liquore store. Alyssa, Missy and Amber, became enthralled in girl talk.
“So Amber…And you too Missy. What do you think of Joe’s sexuall skills.” said Alyssa.
Missy stopped in the turning lane, across from the liquor store. She broke into laughter, missing her first chance to pull across the street. Amber exclaimed her opinion, in her usual country girl manner.
“Sweetie. All I can say, is. You better hang on to him, because. His skills are fucking excellent!!”
Missy gunned the Camaro’s engine speeding across the street. Playfully joking with Alyssa.
“Amber…. If she doesn’t keep him. Then I’ll take him,” she chuckled. “I mean like…For an old guy, Joe knows exactly how to please a girl.” Missy parked the car, giggling. “He really knows how to eat pussy too.” She lifted the hem of her plaid skirt, stroking her panty covered sex.
“My pussies still tingling, from the way he ate me, before the scene ended.”
Alyssa made herself humorously clear. “Well girls. I hate to disappoint you, but. I am keeping him for myself.” She became serious. “Girls. Joe told me, he loves me last night.”
Missy looked into her blue eyes. “Well. Is it good, or bad, that he said that?”
Alyssa flashed an affectionate smile. “It’s extremely good…Because I love him too.”
Amber cooed. “Awe….They’re in love. Ain’t that sweet Missy.”
The woman all step from the car, giggling like high school girls. The suns sinking low in the sky, it’s a cloudy evening, and its getting dark early today. In the early darkness, during the drive, they never spotted the black 1990’s black Chevy van. Its been following them, since they left the mansion. Paul’s driving George is in the passenger street. He gives out orders, seeing the chance to take Alyssa and Missy.
“Pull in behind them. I’ll take Melisa, and that blond haired demon. You take the woman demon, point your gun at her head. If she struggles to much. Shoot her.”
Paul pulled to a quick halt, George went for Missy. Her backs to him, she’s chatting with Amber. They’re both startled, when a tall middle aged man, dressed in a black hooded sweatshirt and camouflaged pants, places a hand over Missy’s mouth.
He aims his 45 pistol at Amber, saying “Be calm Melisa. If you struggle, I’ll kill her.”
Now knowing who, he is Missy stammers. “Uncle George….Let me go Now!”
In panic Amber goes for her chrome plated pearl handled 38 snub nosed pistol, now buried inconveniently in her purse. George fires one shot, the bullet slices through her upper chest. The close range shot, staggers Amber’s one hundred and ten pound body six feet backwards. Missy screamed seeing her Amber fall, possibly dead to the liquor store parking lot. Seeing her young friend laying face up bleeding, and not moving. Missy’s overcome with pure anger, she struggles to get away from her uncles grasp.
“You son of a bitch….Let me go. She needs me. God damn you, let me go!”
George ignores his nieces pleas dragging her towards the van. Paul’s struggling with Alyssa, suddenly she feels the cold steel of a nine milimeter baretta pressed to her temple. She hears the mans slight foreign accent. “Stop struggling woman. I will shoot you dead, if don’t stop fighting me.” Overcame with fear, she stops struggling. Fearing Amber’s laying dead on the other side of Missy’s car. Tears began flowing down her face, emotions weaken her body. He guides her back towards the impending doom of the black van.
As Joe stops at the light near the street, leading to the liquor store. He hears one loud shot, echoing from the direction of the store. Fearing the worse he guns his engine, making a quick turn at the intersection. Pulling to the center turn lane. He sees Alyssa being dragged to a black van, by a tall dark haired man, wearing a ball cap and a denem jackets. He’s holding a gun to her head.
“God Dammit.” he exclaims. Flooring the gas pedal, he shoots across two lanes of traffic. Almost colliding with two passing cars. They slam on there breaks, tires squeal. He quickly veers to the right, missing one last oncoming car. Once in the small parking lot, he slams on his breaks. Squealing tires draw Paul and George’s attention. Joe quickly draws his 45, at the same time sliding low from the drivers seat. Eyeing both men, he takes aim at Paul, using the roof of his car to steady his gun.
Paul stands in fear, with his gun to Alyssa’s head. Joe sees the older man holding Missy, with one arm wrapped under her breast, pointing his gun to her head. Now it’s a stand off. He begins negotiating, doing his best to control an extremely tense situation
“Let the ladies go. When they’re free. I’ll let you both hop in your van and go.”
George spoke defiantly. “No…Mr. Mason. That, is not in our plan. I say you drop your weapon, then depart from my sight. If you don’t do as I say, my brother will shoot the whore demon, he’s holding.”
While the standoff unfolds. Missy carefully slips two finger into the back pocket, of her blue demen daisy dukes. Earlier, when she changed to her street cloths, before leaving the mansion. She slipped the only weapon she’s ever owned in her back pocket. It’s the same switch blade a friend gave her, for protection. Back when she was a 16 year old runaway prostitute, working the tough streets of L.A.
Pulling the razor sharp weapon out, still unnoticed by her uncle. She pushed the button, releasing its deadly six inch blade. With one hard thrust, she jammed the knife to its hilt, deep inside George’s upper thigh. EEEEEOUCH. He lurched screaming in pain. She twists from his grasp. Not thinking of her own safety, she ran to Amber’s side, dropping to one knee. “Talk to me, little sister.” she says, holding Ambers hand.
Her heart almost breaks, seeing the massive amount of blood, covering the white lace midriff top Amber’s wearing. She placed a hand over Ambers heart, feeling a very faint heartbeat. She begged to god.
“Please god… Don’t take her. She’s my unofficially adopted little sister. Please don’t take her.”
Hearing his brother scream, Paul turns his head for a split second, still holding Alyssa, but moving the gun barrel from her head. Seeing his only opportunity, Joe fires one shot. Blood spews, from a small hole on the right side of Paul’s head. George watches in shock, as the left side of his brothers head explodes, splattering him with gore. Alyssa quickly moves away, glancing back seeing Paul’s body fall dead to the ground.
Coming to his senses, George aims his gun at Alyssa. But Joe’s already sighting him in, yelling out.
“Alyssa drop…Now.” George fires off one shot, it whizzes harmlessly past her as she falls to ground. Fearing she’s been shot, Joe fires three rounds, each bullet drills into Georges chest.
His body stagers back, lurching as every bullet tears through his body. When the elder brother falls, Joe runs in with his gun at ready. Knowing Paul’s dead for sure, he passes him up. Knowing the other, took at least three bullets. He carfully makes his way to him. On the other side of Missy’s car, he finds George Beletsky laying on his back. He’s still alive, but in bad condition. Beletsky’s guns laying close by.
Seeing George eyeing the gun, he challenges him.
“Go ahead asshole. Maybe you’ll get to it, before I pull my triger.”
George speaks coughing blood. “That woman,” cough. “Do not trust her. She is protected by Satan.” cough. Joe picked up Beletsky’s gun. Dropping to one knee beside him, he pulls George up by the front his dark blue sweatshirt. It’s now caked with his blood.
“That woman, you’re refering to. Is no demon….She’s not protected by Satan. I’m the one who protects her. If you want my opinion asshole. Alyssa’s an angel,” Joe snarled in the mans ear. George coughed up blood. “You’re the evil one, you son of a bitch. I know you raped Melisa, I know you murdered Alexis Carlisle…You’re either going to rot in hell for your sins, or a nice cold jail cell.”
His little heart to heart with George is cut short, when a Santa Barbra cop kneels beside him.
“Sir. You need to let the man go now. If not, I’ll arrest you for assault.” said the cop.
“Yeah sure officer, I’ll let him go.” He dropped him. George moaned in pain. “Here officer. This piece of shits, all yours.” Alyssa cried out. “Joe, Amber’s been shot. Tell him to call an amblulance.”
The uniform cop spoke reassuringly. “There’s one on the way sir.”
At the hospital, Missy’s sitting between Alyssa and Joe, they’re doing there best to comfort Missy. She’s leaning her face in her hands sobbing. Tears are flowing down Alyssa’s face as well. Joe’s almost on the verge of tear, but he keeps his emotions bottled up inside, trying to be strong for Alyssa and Missy.
Missy’s voice trembles. “I felt her heartbeating….But there was so much blood. This is all my fault. If I would’ve just stayed back in Detroit. Amber wouldn’t be laying in there on that table, fighting for her life.”
Alyssa caressed her back, she spoke like a mother. “No Missy. Don’t think like that, It’s not your fault.”
Joe spoke his opinion. “Alyssa’s right sweetheart. Don’t ever think, any of this is your fault.”
As they sit comforting Missy, Mark Sanger walks in. He’s come up from L.A to question his one living suspect uncle George Beletsky. Knowing one of Joe’s clients was critically wounded, Mark knew he’d find his old friend there, as well. He stood next to the small group of friends. “How’s miss Blue doing Joe.” said Mark. Joe stood up, looking grim.
“We’re not sure. They’ve had her in the operating room for at least three hours.”
As they speak, the emergency room surgeon steps into the waiting room. Alyssa sees him, she hopes the look in the middle aged balding mans blue eyes, is just exaustion, not sadness over loosing a patient. She stood looking into his eyes. “Please say my girls, going to be alright doctor.” Her question, made the doctor smile.
“She’s made it through the surgery,” he said. “It was touch and go at first. We almost lost her twice,” he smiled confidently. “We finally got the bleeding stopped, her hearts beating just fine now. She’s stable now, and resting in our ICU.” Missy heard what he said, she hugged the surgeon.
“Thank you so much doctor,” she said happily, while maybe squeezing the older man a little tight. She looked into his eyes asking. “Can I go see my little sister now.” The doctor hugged.
“You must be Missy. When she brought in, she kept asking about you. I asked her who you were. She said Missy’s my big sister. Yeah honey, you can go see her.” Alyssa asked him excitedly. “Can I go too.”
As Alyssa and Missy leave to see Amber. Mark tells Joe. “I’m hear to see Mr. Beletsky. You wanna join me.” As they walk away Mark told Joe. “I cant believe this guys still alive. The report said, you shot him three times in the chest with your 45.” Joe shrugged. “The bastards too fucken evil to die.”
Chapter 12. A year and a half later, mid July 2014.
Joe and Alyssa have been happily married, for eight months now. They tied the knot, in a three party ceremony. Along side Missy, who’s now Mrs. Sanchez. And along side Amber, who’s now Mrs. Jones.
Missy’s uncle George, is spending his last remaining days on San Quentin prisons death row.
Its 9 A.M on a beautiful Friday morning in Malibu. The bright summer sun shines in, through the west windows of Joe and Alyssa’s beach front bedroom. Joe’s finally been able to sleep in. After gaining a reputation as a tough private investiagter, slash bodyguard. His case loads have been keeping him, and his new staff bussy.
But right now, both he and Alyssa aren’t sleeping. They’ve just finished making love. Now they’re cuddling lovingly in each others arms. Alyssa’s laying on her back. There’s no way she can lay on her belly, being she’s now six months pregnant. Joe places his hand over her nude tummy, feeling his unborn daughter kicking inside. Alyssa giggles when he kisses her belly, speaking to their unborn child.
“Good morning Sarah. Sorry I woke you, but. I just love your mommy so much. And she’s such a sexy pregnant lady. I just couldn’t help myself, so I woke your mommy and we had great sex,”
Alyssa lays her hand over her swollen tummy. “I love you Sarah….Now I hope you’re hungry baby. Because todays the grand opening of your aunt Missy’s resteraunt. She named it Christina’s after her mommy, isn’t that sweet baby.” Alyssa looked at the bedside clock. “Joe. We need to get ready.”
Alyssa slowly stands from the bed, Joe admires her new found pregnant curves. Her once 36c breast, are now much larger then they were, the day they first met in his old office back in L.A.
“Come on Joe. We need to shower. I told Missy we’ll be there by noon.” She left him, hurrying off to their bathroom, saying. “Oh Dammit, I’ve gotta pee.”
He swung his legs over the bed, as he stands his cell phone rings. He sees the name and number on the caller ID. Its Amber, she’s working for him now. And she occasionally, makes an adult film or two. He answers the call, hearing her overly excited Texas draw.
“I got the goods on that unfaithful husband, you told me to follow.” She’s so excited, her accents extra pronounced today. “Amber sweetie. What do ya mean by. You got the goods honey?”
“I followed him, and his fake blond haired floozy, to a cheap hotel up the coast. I took pictures of them holdin hands and kiss’n. Then they went inside the hotel room. I snuck up to the room, finding the curtains half opened…I took pictures of Mr. Ballard screwing his bimbo doggie style.” She became serious.
“But Joe, I’m giving you the job of tell’n Mrs. Ballard the bad news okay. Because, I just don’t wanna see the poor woman cry ya know.”
Joe chuckled. “Okay babe I’ll take care of Mrs. Ballard. Now hurry back to town. Missy’s expecting us all to be at her new resteraunt tonight.” Amber replied happily.
“Oh Joe. You know Me and Mike, will be there. I’ll be damned, if I miss my big sisters big day. Hey darlin I gotta go. Tell Alyssa I’ll see her tonight Okay.”
Ending the call, Joe thinks how he now feels like a father to the sweet young woman, they almost lost last year. He also thinks of Missy, and how strong she is. She lost both her brother, and her father. And now the only family she has is him, Alyssa and Amber. But like all good loving families should do. They’ve helped each other through the bad times, while always looking forward to better times ahead.
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