Gender: Male Age: 53 Location: secret
|Introduction: Semi retired porn star Alyssa Breeze, hires a private L.A detective, to be here body guard. When a killer threatens her and two of her live in teenage starlets lives. The is an erotic thriller. It contains some violent scenes. And there’s talk of an incest rape from Missy Sky’s young past|
Alyssa Breeze is a 38 year old semi retired adult film star, turned adult film talent agent. She hires 42 year old private detective, Joe Mason, to be her body guard. After a fanatical killer kidnaps and murders her old friend, adult film star Alexis Carlisle, then threatens her life. Erotic sparks fly, when she invites Private I, Joe Mason to come stay at her home in Malibu, along with two of her young live in porn starlets.
19 year old Missy Sky, and 18 year old Amber Blue.
Chapter 1. Joe Mason, private detective.
Its been a slow month for Joe Mason’s one man private investigation service. As a mater of fact, it’s been a slow year. He used to have his own secretary, to answer the phone and make appointments for prospective clients. But lately things have gotten so slow, Peggy Fair, his long time faithful employee and friend left to find a better paying job. Now the forty-two year old ex L.A homicide detective sits alone in his office leaning back in his office chair, reading today’s lead stories in the L.A. times. One of the headlines catches his eyes. Missing adult film star, Alexis Carlisle’s body has been found.
Joe claims, he’s not into watching porn, but he knows a little about the ageing porn star. Alexis was a big star back in the mid eighties into the nineties. She had been semi retired, up until she disappeared without a trace two weeks ago. As he reads more of the article, he sees the name of his old friend L.A police detective Mark Sanger, they were patrol car partners in the early days. And they both worked homicide together, up until Joe quit the force five years ago. The reporter who wrote the article, quoted his old friend.
“Some sick freak kidnapped Alexis two weeks ago, her body was discovered by hikers at the bottom Fernando canyon this morning.” The reporter asked, if they have any suspects in the abduction murder case. “At this time, no suspects have been apprehended. But we are following up on some good leads, Ms. Carlisle was in the porn industry for a long time. Over the years, she must have gained a slew of nutcase stalkers, who might have done something like this.”
Joe sat reading more of the article, his homicide detective side came out, he began concentrating on the grisly facts of the porn stars murder. His deep concentration is broken by the sound of a woman’s voice, emitting near the door of his small office. “Excuse me,” her voice trembled. “Are you Joe Mason.” Startled by the voice, he looked up seeing an attractive auburn haired blue eyed thirty something woman standing near his secretary’s old desk. His brown eyes traced there way over the woman’s well toned body.
“Yes I’m the one and only, Joe Mason,” he said with a friendly smile. “What can I do for you sweetheart.”
She’s wearing her shoulder length auburn hair, tied back away from her face. Her face is beautiful, naturally long eye lashes, a slender elegant nose, her lips are pouty and full. “Kissable” he thinks. Looking at the woman’s face a bit closer, he thinks to himself. I’ve seen her somewhere before, but where.
She’s dressed elegantly, wearing what looks to be, the latest fashions from Rodeo drive. A white silk blouse, with about five buttons undone. Exposing a slight bit of cleavage, and just a hint of the black lace pushup bra, accenting her full firm breast. The snug fitting black skirt she’s wearing, comes just about six inches above her knees, making her legs appear, long lean and sexy.
She stepped forward, smiling extending her hand. “Hi detective Mason, I’m Alyssa Breeze.”
He stood abruptly, pushing his chair back. Although his ex-wife might disagree, he at least tries to be a gentlemen. Some might say, he sometimes over does his gentlemanly appearance when it comes to an attractive woman. He reached out shaking her hand.
“Its a pleasure to meet you Alyssa….” He stopped in mid speech, realizing who she is. “Are you. Thee Alyssa Breeze…The adult star?”
She flashed a quick smile, reluctantly replying. “Yes. I am, thee Alyssa Breeze.”
Once he realizes who she is, Joe suddenly becomes a star struck fool, he keeps unprofessionally pumping her hand, acting like an overzealous fan. He’s usually calm and cool, but he knows she’s one of porn’s most successful stars. She hasn’t been in the industry, quite as long as the late Alexis Carlisle. But she’s been around long enough to be well known. Finally he gains control of himself, he let loose of her hand. He spoke nervously. “I’m sorry…please have a seat.”
She looked around, not seeing one nearby. “Oh sorry,” he exclaimed with a nervous smile. “The cleaning lady must’ve moved the chair.”
Joe told a little white lie, not wanting to admit. Business has been so bad lately, the rental company repoed some of his office furniture.
“Here please, have a seat in my secretary’s chair,” he lied again. “She’s out sick this week.” Alyssa took a seat, Joe loosened his tie and leaned on the edge of his desk, needing to be close to the only famous person ever to grace his office.
“So Ms.Breeze how can I help you today,” he stammered. “Or is it, Mrs. Breeze.”
She smiled, leaning over placing a hand on his knee. “Please there’s no need to be formal.” she gently stroked his knee. “All my friends call me Alyssa,” she smiled sweetly. “And no, I’m not married.”
Just the feeling of her hand on his knee caused his heart to beat a little quicker, he became aroused as well.
“Okay Alyssa…what can I do for you,” he heard his own voice tremble. She handed him an eight by ten vanilla envelope, he took it noticing fear in her bright blue eyes. Her voice trembled.
“Can I hire you…To be my body guard.” Joe shook his head. “Alyssa....I’m a PI. Not a body guard.”
Tears ran down her face, she spoke frustrated and angry. “God Dammit. My life’s in danger, I need your help.” She looked at the L.A. times laying on his desk. “Alexis was one of my best friends. She helped me get into the business.” She pointed to the envelope, he’s holding.
“The envelope your holding, was mailed to my home in Malibu yesterday.”
Her body shook, tears ran down her cheeks. Joe quickly moved to where she sat, trying to comfort her by massaging her back.
“I’m sorry Alyssa, please don’t cry.”
He held up the envelope. “Tell me, what’s in this envelope?”
Alyssa wiped her eyes. “Its pictures of Alexis. Whoever kidnapped her, took pictures of her, before he murdered her,” her voice quivered. “The bastard tortured her, he killed her slowly. Apparently, he took these pictures in sequence to show what she went through, before she died.” Alyssa wiped her eyes.
“Please…Help me.” She laid her face in her hands, sobbing. Her emotional state made it clear, she’s completely terrified.
With shaking hands, Joe opened the envelope, then slowly dumped the contents onto his desk, making sure not to touch any of the photos. What he saw, almost turned his stomach. During his time as a homicide detective, he’s seen a few gruesome sights. But the pictures of Alexis Carlisle’s beaten bloody body, made him fight the urge to vomit.
The first picture stood out to his trained eye. Its of Alexis, she’s dangling by her wrist her thick blond hair is tussled and frayed. Mascara is smeared down her face, indicating she’s been weeping. Her toes are barely touching the cement floor below. She’s been stripped completely nude, apparently she’s alive, but her face his badly bruised. “Alyssa…Have you shown these to the police,” he asked, in an urgent concerned tone.
Alyssa sniffled, wiping her nose with a white handkerchief trimmed in lace. She looked up, with sad pleading eyes. “Yes, I gave your old friend. Detective Sanger the copies,” she paused, her lips quivered. “The fucking bastard that did this to Alexis, made sure to send extra copies.”
Joe sat in his chair, looking at each photo, using the tip of his ink pin to move the gruesome sights around on his desk. There’s about ten photos in all, of Alexis in different states of torture and bondage. Swallowing back vile, he found one final disgusting scene. It’s of the poor once attractive woman’s dead body, her throats been cut. In disgust, not wanting to look at the bloody sight, he flipped it over. On the back side of the photo he found a short, but un-sweet hand written note. Alexis Carlisle’s killer made his ghastly intentions clear. It read, in bold print.
“I took this whores life. I made her pay dearly for her sins of the flesh. You’re next Alyssa.”
Joe didn’t speak, he seemed to be in deep thought. Alyssa noticed a bewildered expression on his ruggedly handsome face. She watched him rub his hands over his dark brown eyes, he suddenly seems tired. The crows feet wrinkles at the corners of his eyes stood out a bit more than before. He leaned back in his chair, running his long fingers through thick dark hair flecked with streaks of gray.
Alyssa recently turned 38. She knows he’s at least four years older, but she likes the older mans distinguished rugged looks. But his good looks aren’t enough, fear of ending up like her old friend Alexis Carlisle came to mind, she begged for his help once more.
“Please help me, I’ll pay you well. I met your friend detective Sanger today. He told me, you’re not married. And that’s good right?” she tried to smile. “I mean, being as you’re not married, you can stay in one of my guessed rooms, at my home in Malibu,” she paused. “Detective Sanger said, he’ll do the best he can to help. But he cant look after me around the clock. He referred you to me. He said, you’re good at what you do,” her voice trembled. “Please help me…I’m so afraid.”
Not wanting to read about her mutilated body, being found in some remote canyon in next weeks headlines, he gave in. He moved from his chair, to where she sat, then knelt down hugging the completely frightened woman. Tears flowed like rain drops down her face, smearing her mascara. Looking into her blue eyes, he noticed even with smeared makeup. She’s still a beautiful woman.
He kissed her cheek. “Alright Alyssa. You’ve hired yourself a body guard. I have a few things here in my office, I’ll need to bring with me. Then, I’ll need you to follow me to my apartment over on Rosecrans avenue, so I can pack a suitcase and grab a couple extra suits.”
He looked into her eyes. She flashed a slight smile showing, she feels better now that he agreed to help. But under the smile, he sees fear and uncertainty in her eyes. He gently wiped a tears from her cheek with his finger tips. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll keep you safe,” he smiled reassuringly. “Detective Sanger’s right. I am good at what I do.”
He kissed her cheek. “And please Alyssa. Call me Joe, that’s what all my friends call me.”
Alyssa watched him walk to a gun safe, located across the room. He took out a black leather shoulder holster, containing a colt 45 automatic pistol. He withdrew a box of 45 ammo, along with two preloaded ammo clips. He slipped the holster over his broad shoulders, slipping both ammo clips into small leather pouches under his right arm. She thought he was done arming himself, but he wasn’t.
He pulled out a medium length dark grey plastic box. He opened it, removing what appears to be a pump shotgun. She’s never seen anything like it before. Its lightweight shoulder stock folds over, making the weapon more compact. There’s a pistol grip behind its trigger guard. He loaded it, cocked it, then loaded one more twelve gage slug into its ammo chamber. The way he handled the menacing weapon, made it clear. He knows exactly how to use it.
“Um…Joe,” She said nervously. “Aren’t you over doing it.”
He placed the shotgun back in its case, adding an extra box of slugs in the case, then spoke. “No Alyssa….I’m not over doing it.”
Chapter 2. Malibu
Joe drove his black late model Cadillac Coup Deville, following behind Alyssa’s red Porsche 911. It was a good long drive, from his small L.A apartment to Alyssa’s home in Malibu. All along the way, he couldn’t get the grotesque pictures of Alexis Carlisle’s bloody body out of his mind. As he drove behind Alyssa’s bright red sports car, he kept an eye out. Making sure no one tailed them, to his delight, he never spotted anything suspicious.
But he remembers all to well, what the killers little note said. “Your next Alyssa.” It kept flashing before his eyes, he told himself. “No she’s not next. I won’t let this sick fuck, take her life.” He looked ahead seeing Alyssa’s right turn signal flash, she turned off the main road and stopped in front of a wrought iron security gate, he pulled in behind her. She stepped out, waving him over.
“Come here, I need to show you my security code.” she said.
“Do you live alone, does anyone else know your code.” he asked.
She typed the code in. “I have two of my starlets living with me. Missy Sky, she’s almost 20 and Amber Blue, she’s a little over 18.” Alyssa smiled and shrugged. “Being as I’m the ripe old age of 38, I’m a little too old for the business. I’m an agent now, although I have done a few short walk-on roles,” she smirked. “If you can call fucking and sucking an actual acting role. The industry loves the young ones, I make good money recruiting and managing new girls.”
Alyssa saw the gate open, she stepped back to her car. “Follow me in Joe. I called Amber and Missy on the way over. They’re looking forward to meeting you.” Joe felt a little angry, that she didn’t tell him about Amber and Missy. “Why didn’t you tell me, you had roommates.” he said sternly.
Alyssa, looked out of her car window. “I’m sorry…I should’ve told you. I hope you don’t mind. They live with me, I’m afraid the killer might go after them to get to me,” she flashed an alluring smile. “I’ll make it worth your while Joe. I’ll pay you double if you’ll watch over Amber and Missy too,” she winked. “I think you’ll like them. Now come on, Missy’s cooking dinner tonight. She’s a great little porn star, plus the girl cook’s like Martha Stewart.”
With that said, Joe followed Alyssa up a small hill, passing a few different style luxury homes. Finally they came to Alyssa’s large ultra modern two story home, located on a bluff over looking the ocean. Joe stepped from his Cadillac eyeing the luxurious dwelling, walking back to his trunk.
“Damn…I’m in the wrong business.” he exclaimed in awe under his breath.
He grabbed his suit case, along with the shotgun in its carrying case from his trunk. He turned to find a pretty young blond haird blue eyed teenage girl standing next to him. She’s dressed in an extremely skimpy white thong bikini. The girl flashed a charming smile. “Are you really a private dick.” she said, in a cute almost childish voice mixed with a southern draw. Joe frowned, he hates the term; private dick.
“No…I’m not a private dick, I’m a private detective.” he said, in annoyance.
The blond cocked her head in confusion. “Oh…what’s the diff.” she said. He didn’t reply, Alyssa came to his rescue, placing an arm around the teenage girls shoulder. She kissed the girls gloss pink lips, then introduced her.
“Joe I’d like you to meet. Amber Blue, one of my newest stars.”
Joe reached out to shake the teens hand, but Amber’s not into handshakes. She’s more of a hands on type of girl. She pushed his hand aside, wrapped her arms around him planting a wet kiss on his lips, while grinding her firm young body into his.
She pulled away, telling Alyssa. “He’s fine looking. For an old guy.”
Alyssa gave her a friendly slap on the ass. “Oh, Amber, don’t be rude.”
Amber grinned at Joe, her blue eyes sparkled. “I’m sorry Joe. I didn’t mean to be.”
Being friendly Amber took the shotgun case from his hand. She looked at it, knowing what it is.
“Oh cool. My daddy back in Texas has one, just like this,” she smiled. “Its one of those assault shot guns, Ain’t it….Can I shoot it sometime.” She rolled her bright blue eyes flashing a big smile, her Texas draw came out, she exclaimed gleefully.
“Fucking for a living, and shoot’n guns. They’re two of my favorite things.”
Alyssa took Joe’s hand. “Come on in Joe. You can drop your things off, in the bedroom next to mine upstairs, then come and meet Missy. The poor girls, been a nervous wreck since those pictures arrived yesterday. When she heard that I hired you, she decided to cook you a little welcome dinner.”
After placing his things in the bedroom, he slipped out of his tan blazer, leaving the holstered 45 pistol on. Never being one to like neckties, he took his tie off, then stepped down stairs. It didn’t take him long to find the kitchen, all he had to do was follow the intoxicating aroma of freshly grilled steak, along with something else. As an ex cop, he knows the sweet scent of Marijuana smoke all to well.
He stood in the kitchen doorway quietly observing Amber and Missy, as they cuddle with each other passing a joint back and forth. He thinks Missy looks younger then 19, she looks more like a preachers daughter then a porn star. Her dark hair mixed with streaks of blond, is cut shag style. As the smoke clears from Missy’s face, she opens her big brown eyes. She grins mischievously, seeing he’s watching. Just to tease him, she pulls Amber’s face to her lips for a kiss. Amber sees him watching from the corner of her eye, she entwines her finger in Missy’s hair, they kiss passionately.
He becomes aroused, watching the girls show lesbian love for each other. Or maybe, its just plain teenage lust, he’s not sure. His eyes looked over Ambers body, her backs turned to him. The only thing she’s wearing now, is a shear white see-through knee length robe. Both Amber’s and Missy’s breast are small, but full and firm. He spoke in an authoritative voice, joking with the girls to get their attention.
“Excuse me girls. Do you have a prescription for that weed your smokin.”
They broke from the kiss, giggling like high school girls. Missy’s thin black lycra robe is wide open, exposing her breast. Noticing where Joe’s eyes are looking, she smiles making eye contact.
“Alyssa told me you used to be a cop…Nope, we don’t have a prescription.” Missy’s voice is sweet and subtle. She walked towards him across the kitchen floor, letting her robe flow open. Joe’s eyes lower to her bare breast. She hugged him, he feels erect nipples against his chest. She spoke seductively.
“You’re not going to call your old friends on the force. Are you detective Mason.” She kissed him on the lips, he didn’t resist. Its as if she has him under some kind of mystical sexual spell. Beside that, Joe’s sex life is pretty much none existent. Breaking from the kiss, she introduced herself. “Hi. I’m Missy Sky.”
Alyssa stepped in the kitchen, seeing Missy flirting with Joe. She hugged Missy, giving her an affectionate kiss on the lips, she spoke caressing the girls soft young cheek with her fingertips.
“Is dinner ready baby. I’m completely famished.” Alyssa glanced at Joe. “And I know Joe must be too.”
She took him by the hand, leading him to the dinner table. “I hope you don’t feel my girls are coming on too strong. Please understand, Its because they’re so glad you’ve come to help us.” She pulled a dinner chairs from under the table. “Please have a seat. I had Missy grill us filet mignon for dinner, I think you’ll enjoy it. Like I said before, the girl can cook.”
Amber spoke, sounding little jealous. “Hey now. I can cook too.” Alyssa hugged her new starlet, Joe watched her gently fondle Amber’s pert breast.
“Baby you cook a great southern breakfast. I love your biscuits and gravy.” Alyssa kissed the girls cheek. “That’s what I want you to cook in the morning.” she said in a sweet motherly voice.
Amber happily replied. “Okay Alyssa darlin. I’ll make y’all biscuits sausage gravy in the morning.”
During a dinner conversation, Joe learned a lot about the unusual, but interesting world of L.A.’s pornography scene. But he’s a detective, he knows during any criminal investigation; everyone’s a suspect. He needs to know a little more about Alyssa’s sexy young employee’s, he hopes to god neither of the girls have anything to do with Alexis Carlisle’s murder, or the threat written on the back of the photo. Amber’s sitting to his right, Missy’s sitting across from him, Alyssa’s sitting to his left. He took a sip of red wine, then turned his attention to Amber, casually asking her a question.
“I’m just curious sweetheart. Is Amber Blue your real name, or is it your porn star name.”
Amber smiled, took a sip of wine, then snuck her hand to his upper thigh. She’s a little high, her Texas draw slurred a little when she spoke.
“I’ll tell you my real name handsome…If you promise to keep it secret.” She moved her hand to Joe’s crotch giving his cock and balls a gentle squeeze.
He lurched quickly replying . “Hey, okay. I promise.”
Amber flashed a playful grin. “My first name is Amber, but my last names Dunkin. Eight months ago, when Alyssa hired me, we were trying to come up with a good last name, because I didn’t wanna use my family name. Alyssa liked my blue eyes, so that’s how I got my new last name.” She rubbed his cock, fluttering her eyes at him. “I do have such pretty blue eyes…Don’t I, detective Mason?”
He felt his cock growing hard, feeling uncomfortable he pushed her hand away, telling Amber.
“Why yes…You do have beautiful eyes.” Once he gained his composure, he turned his attention to Missy.
“Okay Missy,” he said with a charming smile. “What’s your real name. We all know Amber’s from Paris Texas. May I ask where you’re from sweetheart.”
Missy smiled then sipped her wine, not answering right away. To his perception of her body language, she seems to be contemplating if she should tell, who she really is. After a few long seconds, she spoke.
“Well okay, being as you asked. I’m originally from Detroit.”
Amber chimed out playfully. “She’s one of them, sexy yankee girls.”
Missy winked at Amber. “You’ve got that right baby….But anyway, my full names Melisa Beletsky. Its polish. I’ve always hated my last name,” she shrugged showing reluctance. “When Alyssa hired me a year ago, I decided to change my entire name. I changed my first name to Missy, because it sort’a rimes with Melisa. And just like Alyssa did with Amber’s last name, she picked my last name too.”
Joe felt Alyssa’s fingers stroking his crotch, she spoke sounding a little high from the wine she’s been drinking. “Her last name has the word Sky in it. So I just erased the first letters, I thought the name Sky fit her beautifully.”
Alyssa caressed his hard cock. “Don’t you think, Sky’s a much better porn star name than Beletsky.”
Joe spread his legs, letting his pretty auburn haired client fondle him. He hasn’t been touched by a woman in quite some time, his voice trembled. “Oh, well yes…It does sound better.” At the same time, he feels Amber’s fingers stroking his crotch along with Alyssa’s. He looked across the table at Missy, she winked flashing a playful smile, before disappearing under the table. Suddenly he feels her fingers unbuckling his belt and zipper.
“Hey now girls…I’m here to protect you. I don’t think this is approp….” He stopped in mid speech, feeling Alyssa kissing his sensitive earlobe.
She whispered seductively. “Its Okay Joe. Just think of this as, our way of thanking you for your help.”
He looked to his right. Amber’s not there any longer, now he feels two sits of hands tugging on the waistband of his pants and boxer shorts. He looked down seeing Amber and Missy giggling and smiling up at him from under the table. Amber’s sweet Texas accent sounded out, with a childish giggle.
“Come on darlin…lift your ass up. We cant have any fun with your britches on now, can we.”
Now Joe’s so hard, he cant refuse these three sexy ladies, even though he knows he should. But Its been way too long since he’s had sex. Since his divorce six years ago, and even before his divorce he became a workaholic. Burying himself into his work is one of the reasons, why his wife left him. Now he finds himself falling under their spell, he lifted his butt from the dinner chair as ordered, without complaining one bit. Amber and Missy removed his dress pants and underwear. He looked to his left, seeing Alyssa slipping out of her light blue terrycloth robe, she’s completely nude underneath.
Her body is perfectly toned. Her breast are full and firm, with quarter sized areolas surrounding long pink nipples. Alyssa smiled down at him, pulling on her nipples, pinching them between her slender fingers. He smiled back, looking her nude body over. From her breast to her perfectly flat tummy, displaying just a hint of washboard abs. Below that, he sees just a hint of reddish brown pubic hair, trimmed to a thin line, stopping just above her sex. She teasingly moved her hand down between her legs, fingering herself.
“Are you enjoying my girls,” she said seductively. “They seem to be enjoying you.”
He looked down at Amber and Missy. Both young girls have slipped from their robes, they’re now both completely naked too. Missy’s sucking the head of his cock, while Amber’s kissing and licking his cock shaft. He moaned out. “Oh fuck yes…I am enjoying your girls.” Alyssa joined Missy and Amber under the table. He watched Alyssa playfully nudge her way in between her young starlets.
Missy guided his cock to Alyssa’s hungry mouth. She began sucking the head of his cock, while Missy and Amber played with his balls, at the same time kissing and licking his cock shaft. He’s seen porn movies before, he thinks to himself. This is much better, this is the real thing. He feels like, he’s woke up in a triple X rated Mickey Spillane novel. Now he feels more like the hard nosed fictional detective Mike Hammer, then normal old boring Joe Mason private I.
He begins feeling the long time unfelt tingling sensation, of an intense orgasm about to happen. He feels cum churning deep within his nuts. He began thrusting his hips upward, shoving his cock deeper into Alyssa’s warm mouth.
He grunts out of breath. “I’m going to cum, if you don’t stop sucking me Alyssa.”
Alyssa doesn’t stop, she’s been craving the need to suck the ruggedly handsome mans cock, since she met him earlier today. Sex has always been one of her main ways to show a man, she appreciates him. And if truth were to be known. She’s almost as lonely as Joe is. Back below the table, the hot scene continues.
Missy and Amber, kept licking and kissing his cock shaft. Alyssa began mouth fucking his cock, she became so into what she’s doing. Missy and Amber moved out of the way, they both began egging the veteran porn queen on.
“Suck that big cock Alyssa,” said Missy, sounding like a cheer leader at a high school ball game.
“Yeah make him cum…Suck that cock.” Amber exclaimed cheerfully.
Joe watched Alyssa deep throat his manhood, without gagging. Her blue eyes peered up at him, she seems so happy to be the one to make him cum.
The girls cheered her on. “Suck that cock Alyssa. Make him cum.”
Alyssa began vigorously bobbing her head up and down. Joe cant hold back any longer, there’s no winning this battle. Not with Alyssa sucking his cock, as if she’s starving. Not with Missy and Amber’s soft young hands and fingers stroking his balls. He came, and he came hard moaning out. “Oh…shit…ahhh.”
Its been a long time since a woman made him cum. And he’s never had more then one woman, make him cum. It’s one of the most adventurous things he’s ever done. His heartbeat quickened, his knees shook. He held on to the edge of his dinner chair, fearing his sexually weakened body might fall off. Alyssa kept sucking, taking his hot seed in her mouth.
Her smiling blue eyes peered up at him, as if to ask. Did I do you good baby. Finally she released his cock, but the other girls aren’t done yet. Amber took his cock between her pouty pink lips. He watched Missy, guide Alyssa’s lips to hers. The younger girl French kissed the older more experienced woman, licking his seed from her mouth and lips. Amber’s hot young mouth, caused small orgasms to rush over his body. After a while she gave his shrinking cock to Missy. She licked it clean, before exclaiming happily.
“Thank you, for coming to watch over us…detective Mason.” Joe enjoyed looking into Missy’s big brown eye’s, as she peered up at him, while licking him clean. His body stopped shaking, he found his voice. “And thank you ladies,” he chuckled. “That was the best after dinner dessert, I’ve ever had.”
They stood from under the table, then they all gave him a kiss on the cheek. Alyssa looked at the clock.
“Hey girls, it’s getting late. You both should get some sleep. We have to meet Slut Productions director Dick Larson, up in Santa Barbra at nine a.m. We’ll be leaving the house by seven, we don’t wanna be late, he’s renting the mansion up there by the hour.”
Amber whined, like a ten year old. “But Alyssa, its only nine o’clock.”
Alyssa raised her voice just enough to make herself clear. “Stop your bitch’n and get to bed Amber, I’ve got you both a good paying gig with Slut Productions. We don’t wanna piss the producer off. Dick Larson, has a lot of clout in this town. If you piss him off, you might not work again, so get your ass to bed baby.”
Missy took Amber’s hand leading her away, telling her young friend. “Come on Amber, lets go to bed. Alyssa told me. Jake McKinley and Dale Peters will be there. I’ve fucked both these guys before. Trust me Amber, we’ll need all the rest we can get.”
After the; after dinner oral entertainment, Joe’s knees feel a bit weak as he stands to pull his pants up. Alyssa watched him. She spoke satirically, with a giggle in her voice. “Are you okay Joe.”
“Oh yeah…I’m just fine,” he said cheerfully, zipping his fly and buckling his belt. “Its just that, it’s the first time I’ve ever let three ladies do, what you girls just did.” Alyssa replied smiling. “Did you enjoy it.”
Joe smiled shaking his head with approval. “Yes I did.” He added a serious note. “Alyssa. You and the girls are my clients. What I just let you do, was very unprofessional,” he stepped passed Alyssa.
“Now if you’ll excuse me. I’m going up to get my shotgun, I wanna check the outside perimeter of your home, before I turn in.”
When he came back down from upstairs carrying his shotgun, Alyssa met him at the bottom of the stairs. She’s wearing her robe, and a pair of running shoes.
“Do you mind if I join you. I usually step out for a little fresh air, before I go to bed anyway. And you don’t know much about my neighborhood, or my property. I can you show around.”
“Okay, you’re right. And I need to ask you a few questions, in private. If you don’t mind.”
Alyssa agreed with a smile. “Okay babe. Follow me.” she said.
It’s a beautiful midwinter southern California moonlit night. As they stepped from the double entry doors of her house towards the driveway, a cool breeze blew their hair back. Alyssa pulled her terrycloth robe close around her neck. “Whew…it’s a bit cool tonight,” she said. Joe’s wearing a dark blue windbreaker. He took it off and wrapped it around her shoulders. “There that should keep ya warm.” he said.
“Oh thanks, that’s very sweet of you.” She held the jacket around her shoulders, enjoying the warmth.
Joe looked out over the street checking for anything, or anyone out of the ordinary.
“Do you see any cars, or anyone that might not belong here,” he asked. Alyssa looked over the street.
“Nope, just my neighbors and their cars,” she shrugged. “I don’t think the sick prick that murdered Alexis and threatened me, could ever get passed the security gate. There are security guards monitoring the gate and fence, with closed-circuit cameras. If any unknown people, try getting past the gate, or the fence around the community. Security and the Malibu cops will be on them in a flash.”
Joe kept it to himself as he walked, but he hopes she’s right. His cop’s mind tells him, anything’s possible.
As they walk Joe asked. “What do you know about Amber and Missy’s home life and families.”
Alyssa took a deep breath. “Both girls have told me bits and pieces about their lives. Amber’s somewhat close with her father, they talk on the phone from time to time. It wasn’t always that way I guess, Amber told me she ran away and came out here, when she was 17. I don’t think her daddy knows, she’s making a living in the porn biz.”
“What do you know about Missy Sky,” said Joe. “Or should I say Melisa Beletsky.”
He noticed a look of concern in Alyssa’s face, when he spoke of Missy.
“She told me, she lived on the streets of L.A. when she was 16. From what I’ve learned, the girl had a happy life back in Michigan. That is, until her mother past away. After her mom died, her father became one of those born again Christians. She rebelled, her father became physically abusive. She told me, he beat her pretty bad one night, then locked her in her room. She snuck out through her bedroom window.”
Alyssa sighed. “She told me, that’s the night she ran away. I don’t think she’ll ever go home again. Who can blame the poor girl, I wouldn’t go home either, if I had a prick for a father like that.”
As Alyssa they walk and talk, they came around to the beachside of her home. They’re standing on a stone patio, just below a secondary upper deck of her home. Joe stands listening to Alyssa tell Missy’s story, with his back turned towards her. He’s looking for anything out of the ordinary. The beach area seems deserted.
He sees a few large boulders illuminated by the moonlight, on top of a steep sand bluff to the left, a little over one-hundreds to the south. Alyssa’s home is located to the right, at a lower elevation. He turned around, looking at her face in the moonlight, he sees a red dot appear on her forehead. Thinking quickly, he tackles her with out speaking. As they fall away, he hears a silenced bullet whiz past the back of his head.
At first, Alyssa thinks he’s attacking her. Her body hit the stonework patio floor hard, almost knocking her breath away. She began struggling thinking, he’s trying to rape her. He’s laying on top of her, covering her body with his. They fell behind a short stone and concrete wall, she didn’t hear the bullet whiz by, or see the red dot on her forehead from a laser sight,
She spoke in panicked confusion. “What the hell are you doing…Get off of me.”
He replied gruffly. “Calm down Dammit. Someone just took a shot at you, with a silenced rifle. He’s using a laser scope. I saw a red dot appear on your forehead. Luckily I took you down, before he did.”
She gasped. “Oh my god.” Her body trembled, as if she were cold. Suddenly, out of the darkness, another bullet whizzed almost silently past them. A potted plant exploded in pieces, about two feet away. Alyssa screamed, he felt her body lurch in fear underneath him. He snarled a warning. “Stay down, don’t move.” Sensing the shooters on top of the high bluff to the south, he spoke sounding a little cocky
“Stay down. I’m going to let my little friend here show him. We’re not taking this shit tonight.”
Unlocking the shotguns safety, he quickly raised up firing. Pumping off four rounds towards the boulders above. The shotguns report echoed over the beach, and throughout the once peaceful neighborhood. Twelve gauge slugs ricochet off the boulder above. He sees the sniper take cover, whoever it is, didn’t expect his counter attack. Sensing the snipers about to return fire, Joe quickly dropped back down. Another bullet smashed into a flower pot behind them. Potting soil and terracotta pottery, pelted his and Alyssa’s body’s.
She began to cry, her body shook in fear. He tried calming her.
“I think he’ll run soon. Hopefully someone heard my gun shots, they’ll call the police. I don’t think he wants the cops interfering. Stay down, I’m going to take a quick look around.”
Not wanting to raise his head above the wall, he quickly worked his body around towards the end of the wall. In hope, if the snipers still out there, he won’t figure were he’ll be next. He stuck, just enough of his head out to look around. His heartbeat quickened, hoping he’s right about the shooter fleeing.
Suddenly, he hears police sirens in the distance. To his delight, he sees the moonlit silhouette of someone dressed in dark clothing running away from the boulders above. He was right, his shotgun did make enough noise to attract someone’s attention, someone did call the police. From the porch above they hear Amber yell out. “What’s going on out there. What the hell are ya shoot’n at.”
Joe yelled back. “Dammit Amber…Get back in the house. Take cover, stay way from any windows.”
He heard Missy yell out. “Is everyone okay. ” Alyssa yelled back, still hiding behind the wall.
“Yes…We’re fine. Now do as Joe says. Get inside, call the police. Tell’em, there’s someone up on the bluffs, with a gun.” Alyssa’s voice trembled. “He tried to shoot me.” Joe moved back to Alyssa.
“We’re going inside the house. When I stand up, you get beside me. I’ll protect you with my body, now come on.” They both stood, Joe yelled out. “Lets go, don’t stop. No mater what happens.”
He took her by the hand, they both took off running up a long flight of steps leading to the safety of her home. Its the longest, most terrifying run of both their lives. As they ran, Joe glanced towards the boulders above. His heartbeat furiously in his chest, he’s not sure if the sniper actually ran off, or if he’s just waiting patiently for another shot.
Finally their long run to safety is over. Once inside Joe found Missy talking with a 911 operator on the phone. She’s sitting with her back to the wall taking cover. He took the phone from her hands, and began giving orders to a the female operator, his tone of voice described the urgency of the mater.
“My names Joseph Mason, I’m a private investigator. A sniper just tried to murder my client, I need you to dispatch a chopper to fly over the bluffs to the south of the Sierra Madre housing community.”
Within thirty minutes, they hear a helicopter flying above the bluff were the sniper made his almost deadly attack, while they watch the pilot hover above the ridge shining a bright spot light. There’s a sudden knock at the main door, Joe opened the door finding two Malibu patrolmen waiting outside. He explained who he was. The older patrolmen knew his name from the past, he reached out to shake Joe’s hand. Alyssa heard the cop tell Joe of an incidents from his past.
“I know you detective Mason. I’ve always thought, the L.A PD really screwed you over. The pricks forced you out of your job. Just because you shot that child murdering asshole.”
Joe shrugged the patrolmen’s comment off. “That was a long time ago, sergeant Jenkins. Now please tell me, you caught the son of a bitch that shot at me, and my client tonight.”
“No detective Mason. We haven’t apprehended the suspects as of yet. I’m the watch commander for this area. I’ve given the order for all squad cars to spend more time in this area. And the chopper will keep a flight pattern over the area throughout the night as well.”
Suddenly the sergeants walkie talky blared out. “This is air one. Sergeant Jenkins, do you copy.
“That’s my chopper pilot,” said Jenkins. “What do you see up there, sky one?”
“I’ve scoped things out up here real good sergeant. Looks like the shooters long gone. I have a hunch, he parked his vehicle at the beach parking lot, about a quarter mile away, then humped his way in. I need to head back to base, I’m running low on fuel. Over and Out.” They heard chopper fly away.
When the police chopper arrived earlier, Joe hoped the pilot would spot the sniper and help apprehend him, before he got away. Now he fears, whoever’s trying to kill Alyssa, won’t stop until he achieves his morbid senseless goal. When they step back inside, Alyssa folded her arms around him, holding him tight. He feels her heart beating rapidly against his chest, her bodies trembling.
She looked into his eyes, her voice trembled. “Thanks for saving my life tonight.” As she hugs him, Missy and Amber came and hugged him too. Alyssa suddenly reminds them, they still have work to do.
“Girls. We’re still going up the coast, to do the scenes up in Santa Barbra in the morning.” Her rebellious side came out, she exclaimed proudly. “We’re not going to let this bastard stop us from living our lives. I’m not going to hide in fear. So girls go to bed, we’ll be leaving at 7 a.m.”
Amber spoke like a true Texan, as she walked away. “I’ll be bringing my gun with me tomorrow. If this asshole, tries to hurt Alyssa again. I’ll shoot the son of a bitch, right between his fucking eyes.”
Missy hugged Amber walking beside her. “Do you mind if I sleep with you tonight.”
Amber replied cheerfully. “Why sure thing sweetie. To tell ya the truth, I don’t wanna sleep alone either.”
Missy made one request. “Please don’t leave your gun under your pillow, like you told me you do. I don’t want you shooting me, by accident, in my sleep.”
The girls walked down the hallway to Amber’s room. Alyssa’s still hugging Joe, she looked up at the taller man, with pleading eyes. “Please sleep with me tonight. I know, you think its unprofessional. But I’m so frightened. I know I won’t be able to sleep, if I’m alone tonight.”
Joe caressed his hand over her back, showing a reassuring smile. “Yes it is unprofessional, for me to sleep with my client,” he paused hugging her tightly. “But tonight, for you. I’ll make an exception.”
In the bedroom they’re both silent as they undress. Alyssa didn’t bother dressing into any of the many pairs of pajama’s she owns, or even slipping into a nightgown. As Joe undressed, he watched her slip out of the dark blue robe she’s been wearing since dinner, then slid her beautifully toned body under the gold satin sheets covering her king-size bed. She lay on her side, watching Joe undress commenting on his physique.
“Amber’s right. You are a fine looking man Joe Mason.”
He replied with a chuckle. “Yeah. For an old guy.”
“How old are you, anyway.” She asked, her voice sounding a little more at ease.
Joe replied an answer with a question. “I’m 42. How old are you?” She didn’t expect the question, it made her chuckle. “I’m 38. Does that mean, I’m too young for an old guy like you.”
“No,” he said with a smile. “You’re not too young.” He took everything off, with the exception of his paisley print boxer shorts. He lay in bed and rolled over on his side, facing the pretty auburn haired blue eyed woman. “As a mater of fact,” he said with a smile. “You’re just the right age.”
She scooted closer, pulled his face to hers and gave him a passionate kiss.
“Make love to me,” she said. “We’ll both sleep better, if we have sex.”
Joe pulled her body to his. He began kissing her, the way he’s wanted to kiss her since they met, almost eight hours ago. His cock grew hard. Alyssa feels it nudging against her tummy, she reached a hand into his boxers, and began gently stroking it. Joe moaned his approval, kissing her thrusting his hips with the strokes of her soft fingers. She broke from the kiss, she knelt and pulled the satin sheets away from his body. She joked, while tugging on his boxers.
“Take these ugly things off. Don’t you know, paisley went out of style a long time ago.”
He chuckled, helping her take them off. “Yes, but I love paisley. Every pair I own is in paisley.”
Alyssa placed her full soft lips over his erect cock. Once again tonight, she gives him oral pleasure. He thinks to himself. This body guard gig, does have its rewards. She’s kneeling with her ass turned towards his eyes. Seeing her beautifully shaped ass and pussy. He decides, its time he gives her a little oral pleasure too.
“Move your pussy over my mouth sweetheart. So I can return the favor, your giving me.”
“Mmm…I thought you’d never ask,” she said sweetly. She moved her cunt over his waiting mouth, saying.
“Eat me real good baby. Get me nice and wet, so your big cock will slip right in when we fuck.”
He began licking her puffy pink clit, enjoying the salty sweet flavor of her sex. But as he licks and sucks her clit and pussy, the way he’s always done with the few woman, he has made love to. He thinks of all the experienced men, she’s been with, in so many unknown porn movies. He suddenly feels like a virgin school boy, having sex for the first time with the prettiest girl in school. Not wanting to be out done, by any oversexed male porn stars, he licks and sucks the woman’s pussy like a starving man. She moans her approval, when he inserts one, then two fingers inside the folds of her sopping wet sex.
“Mmm,” she moaned, her voice trembled. “That feels so damn good.”
After sucking his cock, and letting him eat her pussy, to her first climax of the night. She rolled away, turned her body around and lay by his side. She doesn’t speak. The look in her blue eyes told him what she wants. They’re saying. Make love to me. He obeyed, quickly but gently laying his body over hers. She spread her legs, then reached down to help guide his hard cock between the wet folds of her cunt.
“Do it Joe…Make love to me….I need it so bad tonight.”
He didn’t speak, he happily obeyed her commands. She wrapped her strong slender legs around his backside. He cradled her head in his hands. Thrusting in slowly at first, building up speed with every other thrust of his hips. The walls of her sex, feel so warm around his invading cock. Its been at least three years, since the last time he had sex. The pleasure of her warmth, is almost too much to bare.
She begins thrusting back into his thrust, whispering. “Fuck me harder. Make me cum.”
Once again he obeys her sweet commands. He begins fucking her much harder than before. He slams into her, hard enough for his hips to make slapping sounds, as they make contact with her inner thighs.
“Fuck me…Oh yes fuck meee.” she exclaims.
Her passionate request, cause him to loose control. He’s trying to hold back, but its of no use. He feels warm tingling sensations of an orgasm rushing from his groin. His cock shaft, begins to pulsate. Alyssa feels it throbbing against her sensitive vaginal walls. She nozzles her face into his chest, moaning out loud.
“Oh fuck yes. I feel your cum inside me….I love how it feels.”
Joe feels her heart beating against his chest. He’s cumming, but he doesn’t stop fucking her. He’s enjoying the feeling of her cunt as it pulsates around his cock. He’s glad he made her cum. When he began making love to her, he was afraid he wouldn’t hold up to the experienced woman’s standards.
She gasped out loud. “Wow…You were much better, than I expected.”
He replied out of breath. “Shit you were, all of what I expected, and more.”
Chapter 3. Pillow talk, telling their stories.
After cuddling and kissing for a while, Joe rolled away from her warm body. She lay her head on his shoulder.
“Joe I heard that Malibu cop say something about, the L.A police department forced you out of your job because you shot someone. What was he talking about?”
Joe took a deep breath, remembering the events that lead to the reason he quit the force.
“Do you remember a child killer named Alan Prichard?”
“Yes. I remember hearing, he was shot by the police. In a shoot out or something.”
He laughed satirically. “It wasn’t exactly a shootout. It was more like, he took a knife to a gun fight and lost. But anyway, Mark Sanger and I had been working the case for two long years. We were both taking the case a little too personal, in fact maybe I took it a little more personal then Mark.”
Joe stroked Alyssa’s soft auburn hair, thinking back to what happened a little over five years ago.
“Alan Prichard became our main suspect, but by the time we figured he might be our killer. He had already raped and murdered four young girls. When a fifth girl came up missing, I went a little crazy. We had a suspect, but we couldn’t pin anything on the guy.”
Joe took a deep breath. Alyssa can tell it’s bothering him to tell his story, but he kept going.
“The girl was reported missing on a long weekend. My partner was out of town, I had a hunch Prichard might be keeping the girl at his home in Riverside. I took maters in my own hands and went to his home by myself. Prichard wasn’t home when I arrived, so I searched his property,”
“I stepped into his back yard. That’s where I found the girl, she was stripped naked and hog tied, laying on an old mattress, in a small storage shed. I untied her and gave her my jacket, then radioed for backup.”
Joe took a breath, Alyssa feels his body tense his heartbeat quickens, as he tells what happened.
“I had my back to the door, the girl screamed. I turned around, just as Prichard came at me with a hunting knife. I fought with him. I ended up with a few knife wounds, he ended up with a bullet in the head.”
He paused and took deep breath, before going on. “At first the department hailed me a hero. Then internal affairs investigated what happened. They said I violated Prichard’s rights, by searching his property without a warrant. I got pissed off and quit the force.”
Alyssa rolled over leaned her breast on his chest, and gave him a kiss on the lips. “I’m glad you quit the force. If you hadn’t, I’d be dead right now.” She kissed him again. “You’re my hero. And that little girl you saved. You’re her hero too.”
Joe kissed her cheek, flashed a charming smile, then asked her a question, he’s been wanting to ask since dinner. “Being as I told you my story. Now you have to tell me your’s.”
He looked into her eyes. “For starters. Is Alyssa Breeze, really your name?”
She smirked. “Shit I should’ve known, not to sleep with a detective. You guys ask, way too many questions.” She rolled her blue eye and smiled. “Okay, I guess being as my life, is in your hands. I should tell you my real name.” Before she told him, she snuck her hand to his exposed nuts. Giving him a gentle, but firm squeeze. Just as Amber did at dinner. “Hey now, be cool sweetheart.” he exclaimed in surprise.
She kept a grip on his nuts, telling him. “You better swear not to tell anyone, what my real name is.”
He flashed a nervous smile. “Okay…I swear. Now let loose of the family jewels.”
She let loose of his nuts, but kept playing with his half erect cock, while telling her best kept secret.
“Okay. Now that I have your word and your full attention, here it goes. My real names Alyssa Johanson. I was born and raised on an old farm, just a little west of Walcott Iowa.”
He smirked. “Ahh yes. One of those wild Midwest farmers daughters,” he stroked her cheek. “So what was life like, back in Walcott.”
She stroked his cock, telling her story. “Well you’re right about one thing Joe. I was and still am. A wild farmers daughter. With the exception. My father isn’t a full time farmer, he’s a veterinarian, and my mother’s his assistant.” She looked into his eyes, seeing disbelief. “What! Are my folks to normal, to have a daughter, who gets paid to fuck on camera.”
He shrugged. “I’ve never met’em. So how would I know, if they’re normal or not.”
Alyssa giggled, replying. “Believe me Joe. Mom and Dad, are way too normal,” she paused. “I know what you’re thinking. Your thinking. My father molested me, and turned me into a promiscuous nymphomaniac. But nope you’re so wrong, if that’s what your thinking.” She snickered. “Well…I guess I am a promiscuous nympho, but being a nympho is in my nature.” Giggle. “You might say, I’m a natural born sex addict. I had my first lesbian experience at twelve. I lost my virginity, when I was thirteen, to a fifteen year old boy.” She looked into Joe’s puzzled face.
“No, he didn’t rape me. I seduced him,” she flashed a playful grin. “What can I say, I like older men.”
“Okay that explains your happy home life, in Iowa. Now tell me, how you ended up in California.”
She smiled, thinking back. “I graduated from high school, with high honors. My father wanted me to attend Iowa state, but after living in a small town like Walcott all my life. I wanted to see what big city life was like. I rebelled against dads wishes, and signed up for four years at UCLA.”
“What did you study?” he asked.
“Business and finance, but I dropped out in the middle of my second year. I wasn’t ready, I came out here thinking I was, but I wasn’t. I was seeing a different guy, and sometimes a different girl every night. One of my girlfriends was a stripper. Hell Julia never went to college, I noticed she was making big bucks almost every night. Just for dancing to her favorite music, and showing her body off to all kinds of different men. So I started dancing, that’s where I met Alexis Carlisle. She owned the club. I knew who she was, because my older brother had a big stash of porn video’s,” she smirked. “Yes I was addicted to porn, at a young age. But anyway, she became my agent, and one of my best friends.”
Her voice trembled, when she spoke of her old friend, the late Alexis Carlisle.
“I know the public, might not think so, but Alexis was a good person. She took good care of me, and all the other girls in her agency. She made sure, her girls were treated right. And she cared about people too, she gave her time and money to local charities.”
She paused, thinking of what the killer wrote about Alexis.
“The bastard who murdered her, called Alexis a whore, but she wasn’t. She was just a girl, with an extremely high sex drive. When she was away from the set, she was just an average every day lady…Just like me Joe, you might think I’m a slut, but I’m not.”
“About four years ago, I told Alexis. I wanted to retire, she talked me into taking over her agency. Once I took over, the money really came rolling in,” she paused. “Alexis discovered Missy, she was dancing at the strip club she owned. She found out Missy, or should I say Melisa was into porn,” Alyssa smiled and shrugged. “To make a long story short, she sent Missy to me. I took her to a producer, for a couch test. The producer loved her skills,” she winked. “If you know what I mean.”
“But soon after Missy signed on as one of my girls, she was evicted from her apartment. I invited her to come live with me, Alexis did the same with me after she met me. I guess my old friends motherly ways rubbed off on me, because now I have two of the sweetest girls in porn living with me.”
Joe yawned, then asked another question. “So tell me Alyssa Johanson. Have you ever been married.”
Alyssa’s demeanor changed, he knows he hit a nerve, asking about her love life. She tried hiding a frown, with a quick smile. “Oooh, you like asking tough questions. Don’t you detective Mason,” she paused. “Okay. Yes I was married.” She sat up in bed, and leaned against its solid oak head-board.
“His name was Rock Jansen. Yes that’s his real name. Anyway, he was in the biz too. For the first two years, it was like living in a romantic Hollywood movie. But the one downfall of the porn industry is drugs.” She turned her face away, wiping tears from her eyes. “Sometime after that romantic second year, Rock started snorting his wages up in cocaine. His once sweet personality changed. When I griped at him to get help, one too many time, he became aggressive with me. At first, it was a push, then a slap; of which at first, I forgave him. But me being a stubborn bitch, I kept at him to go to rehab. It was about eight years ago, he got upset with me and beat me up.”
“The cops put him in jail, for a month.” A tear ran down her cheek. “After that I told him, I wanted a divorce. About a week later, he was found dead in a cheep motel room over on Sunset strip. The coroner said it was an overdoes.” She wiped tears from her cheeks. “But I know, he took his own life.”
Joe’s heart went out for her. He sat up in bed, hugging her tightly. As an L.A cop, he’s seen his share of what hard drugs can do to a persons sole. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up.” he said compassionately.
She shrugged. “That’s okay, to tell you the truth. I’ve kept what happened bottled up inside, way too long.” She patted his arm, and smiled. “Okay. I told you about my fucked up love life. Now its your turn. Why did a nice guy like you, get a divorce.”
Joe thought of her question, then explained why. “I was married to Maggie, my ex, for ten years. Then I made homicide detective. In L.A. homicide detectives are kept pretty busy. You might say I’m crazy, but I loved my job. I got off on tracking the scum of our society down, and taking them off the streets. I thought my ex understood, but she didn’t.” he paused. “I didn’t realize it back then, but I was a workaholic. I got called away from home, one to many times,” he shrugged. “After one to many time, of me being away from home on a case. Maggie found herself another man, who wasn’t married to his job, like I was.”
Alyssa leaned over and kissed his drossy face. “You look beat,” she said. “And I am too. So now that we know about each others fucked up life stories, lets get some sleep.” she paused, thinking one last thought.
“Joe, Alexis Carlisle’s funeral, is this coming Friday. Its important for me to go, she was the best friend I’ve ever had,” she looked him in the eyes. “But I’m afraid to go alone, do you mind going with me.”
“Alyssa, you should know I’ll be going with you. Its way too dangerous right now, for you to go anywhere alone. Remember sweetheart. You hired me to be your body guard.”
She kissed his cheek. “We best get some sleep Joe. Tomorrows going to be a long day. With this nutcase on my ass, like he is. I’ll need you to be on your toes, until the police, either catch him or kill him.” She suddenly became angry with the killer, but not because of his attempt on her life. “The fucking guy shot my garden up tonight. That pisses me off, more then the fact he tried to kill me. I worked hard on my garden. That son of a bitch, owes me some new plants.”
They scooted down in bed, Alyssa laid her head on his shoulder. Soon after her little rant, about the garden. He heard her breathing calm to a slow steady pace, she fell asleep. He’s glad she did, he knows the poor woman’s been put through hell, since she found out. Whoever murdered her old friend, now wants her life as well. He lay back and relaxed knowing, she’s laying safely in his arms. Listening to her soft rhythmic breathing, he soon fell into a deep much needed sleep.
In Amber’s room downstairs, they’re not sleeping. Instead they’re laying together in a heated 69 position. Ambers laying under Missy, leaning her platinum blond head on a set of pillows. She’s busily licking and sucking Missy’s clit and pussy, sticking one red nailed finger tip in the older girls pussy, and one red nailed finger tip in Missy’s anis. Doing all this, while nineteen and half year old Missy’s laying over her younger friend, doing pretty much the same thing. Missy moaned out breathlessly.
“Mmm…That feel so fucking good Amber, keep fingering me like that.”
Amber feels Missy’s finger slip into her anis, she moans and humps the older girls finger and tongue. “Oh…god-damn. That feels good girl,” said Amber. “Shove that finger deeper. Mmm, I like that.”
The more sexually excited Amber becomes, the more her Texas draw sounds out. Both girls are on their third orgasm of the night. They both speed up the pace, fingering sucking and humping each others faces and tongues to one final explosive orgasm. Amber drinks in every drop of Missy’s girl cum. Missy swallows every drop of Amber’s juices as well. Finally after almost an hour of continues lesbian love making, Amber cums so hard, she fears she’ll die. She mumbles out from under Missy wet cunt, in an almost panicked request. “Missy please stop….I cant take it any more!”
Missy rolled from Amber’s slender body, onto her back. She lay panting, out of breath. Amber brought her to a massive orgasm, as well. Missy’s voice trembled.
“Amber baby…That was fantastic. Thanks I needed that.”
Missy slowly moved her sexually spent body around on the bed, so she can lay near Amber. Before laying down, Missy kissed her exhausted young friends gloss pink lips.
“Mmm…I taste good on you Amber,” she said playfully, before laying her pretty dark haired head beside Amber’s. Amber giggled. “I Taste good on you too baby girl.” she said, with a satisfied smile on her wet lips. Amber rolled on her left side, laying a hand over Missy’s breast gently playing with the girls nipples. Missy spoke softly. “What was life like, for you back in Texas Amber.” Amber thought back to her life in Paris Texas.
“I was an only child. I had an older brother, but he died in a horse riding accident, when I was young.”
“That’s so sad,” Missy said remorsefully. “It must’ve been hard on your family.”
“Yes it was. I think daddy took it the hardest, because momma couldn’t have any more children after me. To make up for not having a son, to do guy things with. He decided to try an raise me like a boy. It worked for a while. Heck that’s why I’m into guns and such. Daddy taught me how to hunt, shoot and fish. Daddy and me were pretty close before I turned twelve. But that’s when I started fillin out, and becoming a young woman.”
Amber giggled. “When daddy wasn’t looken after me, I started experiment’n. I guess being as daddy raised me like a boy, I ended up like’n girls and boys. I had my first lezzy experience when I was thirteen, with my best friend Beth Olson. I lost my virginity that same year, to Timmy Larson.” giggle. “I’ll never forget the look on that boys face, when I sucked his dick, down on my knees. Just like I saw Alyssa Breeze do in one of her movies daddy had in his porn collection. I let the boy fuck me, just to see what fucking was like. After I lost my cherry, I went wild. And in a small town like Paris, my reputation spread,”
Amber chuckled. “I guess I should’ve been ashamed of myself, but I wasn’t.” She became serious. “I really went off the hook, when my parents divorced. Daddy caught momma cheat’n, he threw her out of the house. I think mom cheated on dad, because he was such an arrogant redneck asshole. Amber wiped a tear from her eye. “Being as daddy caught mom screwing around. The judge put me in his custody. Mom moved to Dallas, I never saw much of her after that. I became totally rebellious after she left,”
“Is that why you ran away?” said Missy. Amber giggled.
“I was barely seventeen when daddy caught me in our barn, with two of his best ranch hands.”
Missy joked. “You were a wild girl, weren’t you girl.”
Amber told what happened in detail. “I wish you could’ve been there Missy. Toby and Bobby Keith, were some hot look’n cowboy’s. I grew up with my eyes on the Keith brothers for years, so when I got my chance to seduce daddy’s best ranch hands. I went wild and did both those studs at the same time” Amber giggle.
“Me and boys spread an old horse blanket on the barn floor. The brothers took turns rotating between fucking my pussy, and my mouth….Mmm I still remember the taste of their cocks, and how each brothers cock felt, when they took turns shoving them up my pussy, while I knelt doggy style on the floor.”
“We were having so much fun…That is until daddy caught us. I’ll never forget how red his face was, when he saw Bobby fucking me from behind, while I sucked Toby’s cock. To make a long story short, dad fired the brothers right then and there. I thought he was going to killem, he was so angry. Toby and Bobby hightailed it out of there, without looking back. They didn’t even stop to help me. My dad stood there looken at me, with such anger in his eyes.”
“He gave me just enough time to put my cloths on. Then he walked over to me, and back handed me right across the face.” A tear ran down her cheek, she wiped it away. “He told me, I was a dirty slut, just like my mother,” she paused wiping tears. “I reared back and punched him in the face, as hard as I could.”
“You hit your poppa,” Missy said, in surprise. “Did he hit you back. I know my poppa would’ve.”
“Yeah, he hit me back alright. His punch knocked me on my ass. As I sat on the floor, holding my bruised cheek, with my ears ringing like church bells on Sunday morning. He told me to get out of his house,” Amber exclaimed proudly. “I stood up, dusted myself off, and said. Gladly, asshole. After that I went to my bank, drew a total of a thousand bucks out of my account; the only money I had. Then caught a Greyhound bus to L.A.”
Amber nudged Missy. “You’ve never told me why, you ran away from home at sixteen. Being as you had me spill my guts, its your turn now Missy…Or should I call you Melisa?”
Missy fell silent, Amber has asked her about her life before she ran away, but she always dodges the question. She frowned, then flashed a smile. “Okay, Amber Dunkin. I’ll tell ya my story,” she paused in deep thought. “But my story will make your cute little ears bleed, so I hope your ready.”
Amber shrugged. “How much worse could your life be, then mine. Now tell me, you’ve got me sittin here on pins and needles.”
Missy took a deep breath. “Okay, being as your one of my best friends. I’ll tell you about my whacked out life, back in Detroit. My mom, was the only good thing in my life. She’s the one who taught me how to cook. She’s the one who brought me to my dance lessons; of which I enjoyed, by the way.”
“But poppa, he was a total ass. He and momma owned a small restaurant, just down the street from our house. He and my older brother Jimmy, didn’t do much of anything around the business. He made me and momma do most of the work. Jimmy was his pride and joy, my older brother could do no wrong in his eyes. Me on the other hand. All I had to do, was look at poppa wrong, and I got in trouble.”
“As I grew up, it seemed mom worked more and more long hours, at that fucken restaurant,” Missy sighed.
“One night just before I turned sixteen. She supposedly, slipped and fell on the restaurants greasy floor. Poppa said, she hit her head on a stainless steel table, when she fell,” Missy sighed. “She died that night, but for all these years, I’ve believed poppa killed her.”
Amber gasped. “Did you ever tell the cops.”
Missy shook her head. “No, but I just have a feeling, he did something. He was a jealous man, and he was abusive to momma. I saw him get angry with her once, just because she talked to long with one of the male customers,” Missy sighed, and shrugged. “In the end, the police ruled her death, an accident.”
Amber noticed a look of disdain in Missy’s eyes. “My uncle George, poppa’s older brother. He was a real piece of work. Uncle George claimed to be a born again Christian, he’s supposed to be a pastor of some sort. He came to town from Poland, a couple years before mom died. She was Catholic, and so was dad. But he brainwashed my father, and my brother into following the phony religion he invented.”
“Mom and me. We didn’t fall for it, she didn’t like uncle George’s hell fire and damnation hate speech bullshit. George always preached against pornography, homosexuality, and abortion…You know, that kind of crap. Every thing I was into, he hated.”
Missy spoke defiantly. “That’s why I started doing, everything my asshole uncle, and father preached against. Just like you. I had boyfriends, and girlfriends. One of my friends had collections of porn DVD’s. My girlfriend Andria lent me some of hers. She and I liked to watch it during sleep over’s, then do what we saw on the DVD. Me and my boyfriend Jeffery did it too, it’s a wonder I didn’t end up pregnant.”
Amber noticed a faraway look in Missy’s brown eyes. “What’re ya thinking about,” she asked.
“I’m thinking of the fucked up night. Me and Andria, got caught sixty-nineing each other, during a sleep over at my house,” Amber smirked. “You got caught too.” Missy giggled. “Yep, but I wasn’t fucking two studley cowboys. Shit maybe poppa wouldn’t have freaked out like he did. He got so pissed, he called Andria’s parents, they came and picked her up. Then he called uncle George and my brother Jimmy. Uncle George, instigated my father and my brother to punish me.”
“Punish you?” said Amber. “Like how?” Missy went silent, Amber thought she wasn’t going to tell her.
“Georg talked my father, into making me strip down to my panties and bra. Then he had them tie me face down on a coffee table, in our living room.” Amber gasped. “What…that’s fucking child abuse.”
“Yeah it was. But my uncle, my father and my brother, thought they’d beat the evil lesbian demons out of me. I begged my father and brother, not to listen to my uncle. I tried to make them understand, I like both girls and boys…But it just made’m angrier. Uncle George, gagged me with an old dish towel. He told my father. “The demons, are trying to fool us. We have to keep her quiet.”
Amber exclaimed, in disbelief. “Your fucking kidding me. Right?” Missy shook her head, Amber noticed her sadness, she hugged her friend. Missy continued.
“My uncle talked my father and brother, into taking turns whipping me on my back and ass with their belts. I was completely helpless tied down to that table, at their mercy. They all took turns whipping me. Finally after, what seemed like an eternity they stopped. My father took the gag from my mouth. He told me, the beating would continue, unless I repented my sins. Although, I knew I did nothing to repent for. I lay there and repented every sin, I either did, or didn’t do,” she paused wiping tears. “Poppa untied me, then sent me to my room. I should’ve ran away, right then and there, but I laid down and cried myself to sleep.”
“Some time later, during the night. My uncle came in my room, I woke up yelling at him to get out. I called out to my father. Uncle George just laughed, he told me my father and brother left the house for a while…Then without warning my uncle, held me down, he ripped my panties off,” her voice trembled.
“He rapped me. And while he did it, he told me. I’m going to make you like men.” Missy let out a sarcastic chuckle. “I told the bastard. I’ve been with more boys, then you’ve been with women. And you cant show me anything, I don’t know,” she snickered. “The fuckers cock went limper than a wet noodle. He rolled off me and stormed out, saying. Melisa, If you tell anyone what happened, I’ll make you wish you kept your mouth shut.”
She took a deep breath, regaining her composure.
“That’s when I decided, I had enough of Detroit. And especially the Beletsky family. I had five hundred bucks in waitressing tips, stashed in an old shoe box, I had hidden under my bed. I got dressed took my money, then climbed out my bedroom window. Just like you did, I took a bus to L.A…But once I arrived, I couldn’t get a real job. So I turned tricks on Sunset strip and the Hollywood boulevard, for a while. It wasn’t the best job in the world, but I learned to take care of myself.”
“A friend of mine, gave me a switchblade knife. She told me, if a john gives you any crap; Stickem where it hurts. A few nights later, one of my tricks started roughing me up. The fucker screamed like a bitch, when I stuck him in the leg. After that, no one messed with me. A couple years later, I took up striping for a living,” she smiled proudly. “And now, I’m an almost famous porn star, living in Malibu.”
Amber reached over to her bedside table and picked up a silver plated snub nosed 38, with pearl handle grips. “I hooked for a while too,” she exclaimed proudly. “But I carried old pearl here, with me. I almost shot a guy once, when he pulled a knife on me,” giggle. “He told me. I’m going to cut you, if you don’t fuck me for free,” she giggled, waving her gun around. “I whipped pearl out, and stuck her in the guys crotch. I said pay me now asshole.”
Missy laughed. “Did he pay you?” Amber giggled. “Hell yeah. Shit he gave me, his entire wallet. I got out of his car, the fucker took off, like the devil was on his tail.”
“Can you teach me, how to shoot that thing?” said Missy.
“I sure can sweetie.” Amber opened the ammo cylinder, unloaded it, then handed it to Missy. “Pearls pretty easy to shoot,” She pointed to the guns front and rear sights. “The main thing about hitten your target is, look right down the sights, line’m up and shoot. Go ahead sweetie, raise your arm up, point old pearl at my Keith Urban poster on the wall, over there.” Amber giggled. “Pretend that handsome hunks, your uncle George. Shoot that niece raping son of a bitch, right between his fucken eyes.”
Missy imagined her now fifty-two year old uncle standing before her. She looked down the sights, aimed, then repeatedly pulled the shiny chrome plated revolvers trigger, saying. “Die, you son of a bitch.”
Amber noticed Missy’s brown eyes glazing over. She’s never seen her usually mild mannered friend, behave in such a hateful manner. Missy kept pulling the empty guns trigger, clicking it more then six times.
The insane hateful look In Missy’s normally kind brown eyes, made Amber uncomfortable. She took the gun from Missy’s hand. “Okay killer. That’s enough uncle killing for the night.” she looked at her bedside clock, seeing its going on midnight, she yawned. “Its late. All this talk about our screwed up families, wore me out. Lets go to sleep.”
She reloaded pearl, placed the 38 back on the bedside table, then turned her bedside lamp off. Amber kissed Missy on the cheek. “Good night killer,” she joked, then rolled over with her back to her friend. Missy cuddled in behind Amber, laying an arm over her shoulder, placing a hand on her bare breast. She kissed Amber’s cheek. “Good night, little sister.” she said affectionately.
“Giggle…I like the thought of having you, for a big sister.” Amber said, cheerfully.
“That’s nice,” said Missy. “Now go to sleep, little sister. We’ve got some fine looking studs to fuck in the morning, we’ll need our rest.”
End of part 1
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