Author’s Note: If you haven’t read my story ‘There’s Something About Sarah’ I recommend you do so before reading ‘The Librarian’. That said, this story stands on its own merit, but ‘Something’ just puts this story into a better context. For my avid fans you will find this story is very character and plot driven; don’t worry there is plenty of sex, especially in the later Chapters. I do hope you enjoy this offering; I put so much work into it so please provide feedback by leaving a comment and vote how you see fit. I love you all my constant readers, your servant and hopefully your favourite author, Michele
Image Credit: The Librarian.
Author’s Note: If you haven’t read my story ‘There’s Something About Sarah’ I recommend you do so before reading ‘The Librarian’. That said, this story stands on its own merit, but ‘Something’ just puts this story into a better context. For my avid fans you will find this story is very character and plot driven; don’t worry there is plenty of sex, especially in the later Chapters. I do hope you enjoy this offering; I put so much work into it so please provide feedback by leaving a comment and vote how you see fit. I love you all my constant readers, your servant and hopefully your favourite author, Michele
Image Credit: The Librarian.
Part One – The Librarian
The man sat at the long oak table in the library of the small Mid-Western town and pretended to read ‘The Shining’ by Stephen King. The library was gloomy, the late afternoon light coming in though the large ornate windows struggled to find the corners or penetrate the rows of bookshelves.
The place was as quiet as a graveyard, just the rustle of turning pages and the odd cough or sneeze came from the half dozen or so mostly senior citizens reading books and magazines. School would be out soon and a few of the students from the local high school would wander into the library, pass the Reference Books, fiction and non-fiction bookshelves and fight over the four computer work stations in the ‘Online Resources’ room. Wiki, Google and Firefox were killing public libraries.
Not that the man gave a shit about the future of public libraries. He was here for the librarian.
He studied her intently whilst pretending to read his novel. He positioned himself so he could watch her but he wasn’t in her direct line of sight. The man had plenty of experience in surveillance.
The librarian could best be described as dowdy. She looked every day of her forty-five years. She had mousy unkempt hair and was wearing only a skerrick of makeup. The hem of her earthy, brown shapeless pleated skirt fell well below her knees and was worn in combination with an equally shapeless blouse and cardigan set. She was wearing brown loafers and no jewellery or accessories of any kind the man could see.
But there were a couple of small things that were incongruous to her tasteless dress style that perhaps only someone trained to be observant would notice. Her hosiery was sheer, possibly fifteen denier, and flesh-toned; obviously expensive. You couldn’t see much of her legs but what could be seen appeared to be shapely and her nylons enhanced the form of her calves. He would have expected her to be wearing woollen or opaque tights rather than sheer nylons with the ensemble she was wearing. Either that or no hosiery at all, as women nowadays tended to eschew nylons.
And her fingernails were long, manicured, and painted a ruby red; very un-librarian like. Small fragments of discord that did not sit right and that probably only a trained observer would notice.
The librarian would have been boring to watch for most men; she appeared shapeless and sexless but there were other little things about her that the man noticed the longer he watched her. She shuffled around the library with her head down and shoulders hunched but now and then she would stride confidently and lift her head and turn it at such an angle that she actually looked assured and almost aloof. She was tall too; even in her loafers.
At five minutes to closing time the man left the library and got into his car parked half a block away. He watched the librarian lock up and get into a nondescript Prius and drive to the small downtown area to the same Mom and Pop café where he had watched her have a bagel and coffee for breakfast that morning. She ate a salad for her dinner and drank water. She was not a big eater for a woman who appeared to be large framed.
As he had done for the last three days, he followed her home to the little cottage she was renting on the outskirts of town. It was full dark when she parked her little hybrid in the driveway and went inside. He noticed that she looked around before she opened the door and closed it behind her. He didn’t know if it was a nervous tic or if she was checking to see if the coast was clear.
For the third night in a row he watched her pull all the blinds and when she did he smiled. He had installed minuscule cameras in the house two days ago and he opened his notebook and fired it up and bought up the live video feed from the cameras.
The librarian went through what appeared to be a ritual. She kicked off her loafers and shucked out of her cardigan and blouse and unbuttoned and dropped her skirt so that it pooled around her stockinged feet. The blouse went in the laundry hamper and the skirt and cardigan went on hangers in the wardrobe.
Her underwear did not match her outerwear. She was wearing a black satin brassiere, the cups of which supported a pair of perfect size B breasts, she was also wearing matching black satin full-cut panties. Undressed as she was, he could see that her hosiery was indeed fifteen denier stay up stockings, a light beige or tan colour.
But the most noticeable thing about her now that she was out of dowdy librarian clothes was that she had an excellent figure and was not at all fat. She was tall, lithe, and lean. She spent some time looking at her body in the mirror; touching her face, rubbing at the fine wrinkles at the corners of eyes and mouth with her fingertips. She applied moisturiser and then surprisingly a little dab of lipstick and a touch of mascara.
The change was amazing. She looked ten years younger and she her attractiveness was revealed. She had gone from an ugly ducking to a swan.
The librarian pulled on a gauzy black lace and satin robe that flowed around her and she tied it at the waist. She went to the kitchen and stood on tippytoes to open the door to a small cupboard high up in the kitchen cabinets. She pulled down a pint of Jack Daniel’s and a carton of Marlborough Menthol Lights. She extracted a pack of cigarettes from the carton and opened it. She poured three fingers of Jack into a tumbler, lit a cigarette and took a drag and drank the Jack in three swallows.
The man watched her settle into an easy chair and turn on the TV but she didn’t seem preoccupied by it; she seemed to just stare into space. She smoked nearly a full pack of cigarettes and drank over half of the bottle of the Jack Daniel’s before she retired. She slipped into bed in only her panties and a satin negligee.
The man checked his watch. It was eleven o’clock. He pulled out a cell phone and punched up a number.
“I’ve found her.”
“Yeah I’m ninety-nine percent sure.”
“No I haven’t seen it and I’m not putting a camera in her bathroom. I don’t like the bitch, but even she deserves some privacy.”
“Tomorrow night.”
“If she says no she’s finished in this town. I almost hope she does say no; I don’t like her one bit.”
“It won’t influence me one way or the other. I’m telling you it won’t. If the money gets transferred into my account I’ll make the proposition tomorrow night and we’ll take it from there.”
“I know the clock’s ticking but we gotta do this right; you know the consequences if we get it wrong.”
“Good night.”
The man broke the connection and stared at the darkened house for a while.
“Got you, you bitch!” he whispered and started his car.
The man waited for the librarian to come home from work the next day. He’d removed the cameras from her house and he waited the appropriate amount of time for her to settle in before he walked over to the darkened house with only thin slivers of light escaping the sides of the blinds. He used a tool to pick the lock on the front door.
He smiled to himself and slowly opened the door. He had oiled the hinges during the day so it wouldn’t squeal. He padded softly down the small hallway to the lounge where the librarian sat in the easy chair with her feet on the coffee table sipping Kentucky Bourbon whisky and smoking a Marlborough Menthol Light.
The librarian didn’t turn around; she spoke to the television.
“Finally. It took you three days but I knew you wouldn’t wait much longer,” she said.
Her voice was sultry, sexy, with a smokers rasp.
The man was taken aback but he quickly got over the shock and smiled.
“When did you know?” he said.
“The first day I was suspicious, the second I was almost certain, and yesterday I was positive,” the librarian replied.
The man moved into the room and stood in front of the librarian and smiled at her, but his smile was cold and mirthless.
The librarian turned off the TV with the remote and took a cigarette from the package on the coffee table.
“May I?” the man pointed at the cigarettes and whisky.
“I’m sure you know where the glasses are,” the librarian said with a wearied tone.
The man took a tumbler from the kitchen and poured himself a double and topped off the librarian’s drink. He took a cigarette from the packet and lit her cigarette and then his own.
He sat on the coffee table facing her.
“When you do it; do it quick. If you’re going to do anything to me sexually first, knock me out so I won’t have to suffer through the indignity,” the librarian blew smoke at the ceiling.
“Who do you think I am?” the man looked nonplussed.
“I think you have been sent from someone in my past to punish me. To end my life,” the librarian looked pointedly at the man.
“You couldn’t be more mistaken. I have been sent from someone in your past, but I’ve been sent to get you to help them,” the man said swirling whisky around in his glass.
Now it was the librarian’s turn to look perplexed.
“Who sent you?” she asked.
“That’s not important. What’s important is that you can help someone in a desperate situation,” he drank off his drink and poured another.
He offered the woman a top up and she leaned forward to offer her glass and her robe opened exposing her breasts cupped in a white satin bra, matching panties and her thighs clad in gossamer hose. He didn’t know if this was a deliberate ploy by the librarian to distract him or not, but it didn’t matter. Rather than being aroused the man was repulsed.
The man reached across and closed the librarian’s robe and she flinched, not sure if he was going to hit her. She breathed a sight of relief when he simply closed her robe and topped off her drink.
“So what’s this desperate situation?” the librarian blew smoke and sipped her drink.
“You don’t seem too surprised or concerned?” the man said.
“I have a past. There isn’t much I haven’t done or had done to me,” the librarian replied.
“Ok. Enough bullshit. You remember the name Devon Devine; his real name is Lyle Brinkman and another guy Raffe Ignesman?” the man asked.
The librarian furrowed her brow and shook her head.
“What about Tina Anderson?” the man asked with a grim smile on his face.
The librarian blanched and dropped her drink. The man smiled; using Tina’s name had the effect he wanted. He picked up her glass, poured more whisky in it and put it in the librarian’s shaking hand.
“Don’t drop it. I’m not picking it up again,” he said.
The librarian gulped down the drink and held out the glass for more and the man gave her another.
“I haven’t heard that name for twenty years,” the librarian said, her voice quavering.
“Then you’ll remember Devon Devine,” the man said.
The librarian nodded.
“Now that you’ve bought up Tina, I remember Devon. The Raffe guy; I can’t place the context but I think Tina mentioned him to me once and I might have met him at a party,” the librarian finished her drink and lit another cigarette.
She held out her glass for another drink and the man looked at her disgustedly.
“On top of everything else, you’re a lush,” he snarled.
The librarian sighed and wiped away a single tear and nodded.
“Yes as well as everything else, I’m a lush,” she kept her hand out until the man filled her glass.
“We’re leaving tomorrow early so this is your last drink,” the man said.
“Where are we going?” the librarian sipped her whisky, she had to make it last.
“To LA where else? To find Tina, Devon and Raffe but more importantly to find your niece,” the man said lighting another of her cigarettes.
The librarian looked at the man like he was from another planet.
“I don’t have a niece. I can’t have a niece,” the librarian whispered; her voice hoarse.
“I don’t have a niece because I don’t have any siblings,” she mumbled.
“Except one,” the man drew on his cigarette and expelled the smoke in a steady stream.
“Sloane Grayson.”
This time the man caught the librarian’s drink before she dropped it. She had fainted. She fell out the chair, knocking it over and the man grinned and after wiping the rim, he drank her drink.
She had fallen to the floor legs akimbo with her robe open to reveal her silken-clad thighs, white satin panties and her pert breasts. Her stomach was flat and her skin pale. Lying there like that, it almost looked like a staged scene from a B movie.
“What a fucking waste!” the man said and poked the librarian with the toe of his boot.
She didn’t move so he filled her tumbler with water from the kitchen and threw it in her face. She woke up spluttering.
“Go to bed you lush. You’ll need the sleep; we’re hitting the road early. I’m staying the night so don’t get any ideas about running away,” he snapped.
“Where are you sleeping?” the librarian said clambering to her feet.
“As far away from you as possible, but close enough so you can’t run. You disgust me,” the man said and picked up the overturned chair.
The librarian woke with a start. She was hoping she’d had a bad dream but the man was sitting in a chair close to the bed. He’d been watching her sleep. He was sipping coffee and dawn was sneaking in through the slats in the blinds.
“There’s coffee,” he pointed with his chin towards the bedside table.
The librarian sat up keeping the bedclothes wrapped around her and scrambled for the coffee. The cup shook in her fingers and she had to use both hands to keep it steady while she sipped. After a few sips she scrambled on the bedside table again and looked alarmed when she couldn’t find what she was looking for.
“You looking for these,” the man shook her cigarettes and the librarian nodded.
He lit one for both of them and handed one to her.
“Ok listen carefully. Get up, shower, do what you have to do and put on some makeup; enough so you look decent I don’t really care. Fix your fucking hair; put some colour in it. Get into some travelling clothes; jeans and shit…whatever.”
“But don’t pack that librarian shit. I’ve been through your house and I know you have some nice clothes and lingerie. Make sure you pack that; you’re gonna need it.”
“Your rent has been paid for a month and arrangements made to cover your absence and your mail has been stopped. You do this job right and you can come back to your shitty life as a shitty librarian in a shitty town and you can drink yourself to death for all I care. Probably doing the world a favour by doing so.”
The man crushed out his cigarette.
“Ok get out of bed,” the man said.
The librarian got out of bed and looked at the man who was standing by the door.
“Why do you hate me? Do you know me?” she asked.
“I know what you are,” the man said and left the room.
The librarian came out of her bedroom an hour later and she could have been a different woman. She had coloured her hair and straightened it. It was cut in a shoulder length bob with bangs; brunette with discreet cerise streaks. Her makeup was perfect, a hint of blush, some eyeliner and mascara and pink lipstick. She wore black skinny jeans, long sleeved T-shirt and kitten-heel pumps. She had a silver bangle on each wrist, matching necklace and earrings. She looked sort of bohemian.
The man did a double take when she walked into the kitchen. He had seen pictures of her before she became the librarian but they didn’t do her justice. A scintilla of perfume wafted past him as she went to get more coffee.
“I’m packed and ready. When are you going tell me what we are going to do in LA?” she leaned back against the kitchen sink and the morning sun framed her features.
She did not look forty-five.
“Get your suitcases. I’ll tell you what you need to know in the car,” the man said gruffly.
The man had parked her Prius in the little garage and locked it and he helped her put her suitcases in the trunk of his Ford Mustang. He looked like the kind of guy who drove muscle cars.
Outside in the early morning sun the librarian was able to appraise the man properly.
He was tall, at least six feet. He was lithe too, and obviously strong. When he hefted her suitcases his muscles flexed. He was wearing tight bluejeans, a white T-shirt and snakeskin boots, she saw a tattoo on his neck but couldn’t make out what it was. His thick black mane had an odd grey strand of hair here and there; it was well cut and rested just above his shoulders. On another man his age it might have looked pretentious but he carried the look well. She guessed he was in his mid forties too.
He pulled on a beat-up black leather jacket.
“There’s no smoking in the car so smoke one now,” he said.
She smoked and watched him while he checked to see that the house was secure; he walked with an easy powerful grace. He reminded her of someone from long ago and she pushed down the memory. She dropped the butt and squashed it with her high-heel.
“Get in,” he said as he opened the driver’s side door for himself.
“You’re not going to get my door for me?” she attempted some dry humour.
“You’re no fucking lady,” he replied and got in and slammed the door.
The librarian had to push the seat back to accommodate her long legs and she kicked off her heels. He noticed she was wearing little sheer anklets and he could see her red painted toenails through the gauzy nylon.
“Jeez!” he snorted and started the car.
They drove in silence for about half an hour and then he snapped on the radio and tuned it to a rockabilly station. Lynard Skynard were berating Neil Young for writing a song about his home state and telling him that a southern man don't need him around anyhow and the librarian began to tap her toes to the beat.
The man noticed and snapped off the radio.
“Here. Read this,” he dropped a file in her lap and stared ahead concentrating on the road.
The librarian opened the file and found a facing folio pinned inside the cover. There was a picture of her that someone had taken with a telephoto lens. It was a head shot but you could see she was walking up the steps of the library. She read the entry under the passport sized photo:
Name: Sarah Grayson
Age: 45
Sex: Undefined - But this had been viciously scribbled out and the word ‘Freak’ written in red pen.
Marital Status: Single
Occupation: Librarian
Education: MBA, Masters of Financial Engineering, Haas School of Business, University of California, Berkeley
Family: Mother: Amanda Grayson (deceased) Sister: Sloane Patterson Common Law Husband: Andrew Carter (deceased)
The librarian sighed when she read the last part and the man looked over at her.
“This is just background stuff we paid for. We know the family stuff is technically wrong but Amanda adopted you in Texas and pulled that bullshit with your birth certificate so we left it on file. But I know what you are,” the man said.
The librarian just started ahead.
“Sloane Patterson. That’s a new last name. Last time I saw her she was hanging around with that skunk Billy Kettering,” the librarian said.
“Like you of all people can call anyone a skunk; but you’re right he was a skunk. Read on,” he replied.
And she did. She became immersed in the file, reading sections, then re-reading them and cross-referencing them, analysing the file like a true librarian.
“I have questions,” she looked up and saw they were pulling into a roadside diner.
She looked at her watch and saw it was after one in the afternoon and her stomach began to growl. She was hungry…and she needed a drink. At the library she would eat a sandwich for lunch and drink a bottle of water but the water was actually half vodka.
“You can ask questions over lunch. When I tell you to,” the man said pulling into a parking space near the door to the diner.
He turned to look at her; once again surprised at her appearance.
“Rules.”
“Keep your mouth shut unless I tell you to talk. Don’t try to escape or tell anyone anything about what we’re doing. And no fucking drinking,” he growled.
The librarian nodded.
They took a booth right in back away from the dwindling lunchtime crowd. A waitress in the obligatory pink and white striped dress, white apron, tan pantyhose and comfortable white sports shoes came over to take their order. Her hair was big, her makeup heavy and she was chewing gum. She was a charactuer of a mid-west roadside diner waitress.
The waitress beamed her smile at them, lingering on the man. She was obviously taken by his handsomeness. The librarian noticed the man paid attention to the waitress’ legs; the tan hosiery shimmered in the light streaming in through the big windows.
“Whatchyaall havin’ sugar?” she said in her best mid-west drawl.
“Two burgers, medium rare, fries, slaw on the side and a chocolate shake,” the man grinned back at her.
“And for the missus?” the waitress asked.
“This thing ain’t my missus. She’ll have the same; and bring us coffee after,” the man said gruffly.
The waitress was taken aback but she regained her composure. All kinds of assholes come into a roadside diner.
“I can’t…” the librarian was about to protest.
“What did I say about keeping your mouth shut?” the man growled.
The waitress put her best fake smile back on her face.
“I’ll be right back with your order.”
“Asshole!” she whispered under her breath.
“I can’t eat that!” the librarian whispered impatiently.
“You’ve been living on booze and cigarettes for too long. You probably think you look good thin, but you’re actually emaciated and I need you to have some energy reserves for what I need you to do,” the man replied.
“If you don’t eat every bite I’m going to get the waitress to put it in a blender and I’ll put it down you with a funnel.”
“I need a cigarette,” the librarian said petulantly.
“There’s no smoking in here. You can have one after,” the man replied.
“Now. You have questions,” the man studied a sachet of Sweet n Low.
“Like I said, last time I saw Sloane was at the reading of Amanda’s will and she was hanging around with that skunk Billy Kettering,” the librarian began.
“She didn’t stay with him. When she sold the property she inherited, Billy tried to steal the money and he nearly got away with it. But he didn’t. Billy’s gone; no need to ask where,” the man replied.
“She looked like shit. She’d gone to fat and was drunk all the time,” the librarian mused.
“Like you can talk,” the man looked at her disgustedly.
“She wasn’t fat she was pregnant. She lost Billy, she lost twenty pounds, and she gained sobriety. She went back to hairdressing and doing makeup and nails. Set up her own store with the proceeds from the farm.”
“And she raised a daughter,” the man said.
“It was hard for Sloane; her mother had a bad reputation, Sloane herself had a bad reputation and the town was split in their opinion of you. Some thought you were brave and some thought you were a freak. Because of her relationship to you and the implications that she had something to do with what happened to you at the Prom it basically meant that both sides of the town hated her,” he went on.
“I don’t need you to tell me about my mother and sister,” the librarian snapped.
“But they aren’t really are they? Amanda was your aunt and Sloane is your cousin. Those bits of paper issued by the Texas Supreme Court don’t change what you are in my eyes,” the man replied.
“If you’re talking about my birth certificate and adoption papers they are valid not only in the state of Texas but in the Republic of the USA,” the librarian replied petulantly.
“Were valid,” the man replied.
“What does that mean?” the librarian replied, shock evident in her voice.
“Shut up here comes the food,” the man hissed.
They ate in silence for a while, the librarian struggling with the amount of food in front of her but the man’s glare told her he was serious about getting the blender.
“The daughter’s name is Stacy and she’s twenty. She’s a good kid but she carried a lot of baggage with her at her old school because of who her mother is.”
“Sloane met my boss, Steve Patterson, five years ago. He fell head over heels for her; she’s a great looking woman and she hadn’t touched a drop of booze or been with a man since Stacy was born. She didn’t get caught easy; she’s a feisty one that woman,” the man continued.
“Yeah I know,” a wistful smile appeared briefly on the librarian’s face.
“He landed her eventually and they made a family, Sloane, Stacy and he. He’s in construction and he counts his money in millions. They moved into his place in Austin to live the American dream; which they did,” he continued.
“Until…”
“There’s always an until,” the librarian said.
Her mouth was dry and she was finding it hard to concentrate. She needed a drink.
“Here!” the man looked around the diner saw the coast was clear and pulled a half-pint of vodka from inside his coat.
He dumped half the bottle in the remains of the librarian’s shake.
“I know you can’t make a drunk go cold turkey without they get sick so I’m rationing you,” the man said, disgust evident in his voice.
The librarian started to gulp the shake and the man pushed it away from her face.
“Sip it goddamn you! Through the straw like a normal person,” he hissed.
The librarian looked up at him, guilt evident in her own eyes and saw only coldness in his.
“Until?” the librarian coaxed him.
“Until Stacy started hanging around with the wrong crowd and started doing dumb shit. Booze, drugs, boys. Sloane and Steve thought it was just the usual teenage rebellion; then she went missing.”
“I got the job of trying to find her but up until recently I couldn’t find a thing. I’d just about given up, figuring she was going to be like the thousands of missing girls on the milk cartons.”
“Then I found something. Something bad,” he looked away distastefully.
“So where do I come into it? Everything you’ve said makes sense with what I’ve read in the file but I still don’t see where you need me?” the librarian sucked up the last of the boozy milkshake through the straw.
“Your connection to Tina Anderson. Another like you,” he gritted his teeth.
“She’s living with Devon Devine; they’re business partners as well as lovers. They own Xavier Productions. It’s in the file,” the man said reaching for his wallet.
“It’s twenty each with a tip,” the man said looking at the check.
The librarian rummaged in her purse and found two fives and a ten which she added to his crisp new twenty on the Formica table.
“You can have that cigarette now,” he rose from his seat and librarian followed.
They lit up in the parking lot.
“So?” the librarian looked at him questioningly.
“It’s in file. You’ve got the MBA, figure it out,” the man flicked ash.
The librarian sighed.
“You want me to help you with Tina. I get that. But why?” she asked again.
“Get in; we’ve got a long way to go,” the man said unlocking the Mustang with his remote.
The librarian squeezed into her seat and fastened her belt. Before taking off the man took out an electronic tablet and put a flash drive in the USB port. He plugged a set of headphones in the device and handed it to the librarian.
“Open the file marked ‘X’, it will autoplay. You probably won’t want to watch it all but I want you to. No I take that back; you have to,” the man dropped the tablet into the librarians lap and put the car in gear.
The librarian put the ear buds in her ears, looked at the screen and opened the file marked X and the video feature started. The opening credits identified it as a Xavier Production starring a bunch of stupid porn star names, then the movie started proper.
A young girl was chained to the ceiling. She was heavily made up and her blonde hair had been styled into a big frizzy do. The dark mascara and eyeliner accentuated her green eyes, her full lips were coated with shiny red lipstick. She was wearing a waist-cinching corset which squeezed her voluptuous breasts, gave her a wasp-like waist and flattened her belly but emphasised her plump buttocks.
There were six garters hanging from each side on the corset clipped to the welts of silky black, fully-fashioned stockings. There was just an inch of bare white flesh visible between her stockings and the corset. She had on a pair of tiny lace panties and she was balancing precariously on six-inch, black patent leather high heels.
Her arms were stretched above her; her wrists shackled to chains that were fastened to a ring fixed to the ceiling. She could barely keep her balance.
The background appeared to be a dungeon but was easily discernible as a movie set.
The dialogue was the usual inane discourse one expected in pornography of this type. She was a naughty girl who needed to be punished said the first man to come into scene. He was dressed in black leather boots, chaps and vest; his large penis semi-erect. He berated the poor girl who cringed, begged and cried but all to no avail. He flailed her with a short leather whisk until she was sobbing. Then he spun her around on the chain, ripped off her panties and sodomised her while she thrashed about on the chain.
He pulled out and ejaculated over her body and left.
The next scene involved two hefty men dressed similarly to the first, they came into the dungeon and took turns whipping the helpless girl, who’s makeup was now a mess and hair was dishevelled. They pulled off her corset so they could whip the bare skin of her buttocks and her back, raising large red welts on her pale skin while she screamed. Before she could pass out they took her down and used her vaginally, anally and orally and then ejaculated on her face. Not happy with that they proceeded to urinate on her before they left the scene.
The movie finished with a panning close up of the girl lying on the floor sobbing, covered in semen and urine.
“Oh my god it’s just awful!” the librarian pulled the buds out of her ears and closed the file.
“That’s Stacy Patterson. And we’re going to get her back!” the man said through gritted teeth as he stared out the window.
To be continued…
Part Two – Sarah
They stopped for the night at a Holiday Inn Express on the outskirts of a nondescript town; they snagged a ground floor room that opened onto the parking lot. An hour out from the diner where they had lunch the man had to pull over so the librarian could upchuck her lunch.
“I told you it was too much,” she sobbed between heaves.
“It’s because you’re a drunk and can’t hold down your food,” the man countered.
It was just on dark when they got to the motel. They went through the drive-through at Micky D’s and got burgers and fries for dinner. The man stopped at a liquor store and got a half pint of Jack Daniel’s, a six pack of Miller Lite and a six pack of Coke.
They heaved their bags into the hotel room and ate their burgers. He washed his down with a beer and she with a tumbler of JD and Coke; the man told her straight spirits were off her menu. They turned on the TV to fill the awkward silence.
“We’re going to get fat eating all this junk food,” the librarian said.
The man ignored her.
“You shower first then me,” the man grunted when they’d finished eating.
The librarian squatted on the toilet and took care of her business and then took a long hot shower. She put on a little makeup, clean panties and bra and a long T-shirt rather than her usual negligee. When she came out of the bathroom a miasma of soap, shampoo and deodorant followed with her.
The man looked up from the file he was reading and was once again surprised out how different she looked out of her dowdy librarian clothes. Their eyes met briefly and they both quickly looked away.
The man poured her a half nip of JD and filled the tumbler with Coke and made a point of showing her that he was taking his phone, the liquor, and the car keys into the bathroom with him. She shrugged her shoulders and sipped her drink.
“Can I at least go outside for a smoke? It’s not like I can run away dressed like this,” the librarian said meekly.
“Sure you can. You can suck a fews dicks in parking lot too for all I care. Just don’t try to run,” the man walked into the bathroom and slammed the door.
The librarian flinched at the insult and padded outside on bare feet. She smoked two cigarettes and sipped her drink.
Two redneck looking guys were walking her way talking loud and weaving drunkenly and she decided it was time to go back inside.
She paled when she pushed against the door and realised she had locked herself out. She hammered on the door with her fists and was going to call out when she realised she didn’t even know the man’s name. She heard footsteps getting closer and then shadows fell on her.
“Well looky here! We got a damsel in distress,” one man said to the other.
“Well maybe we should help her,” the other man chuckled.
She could smell the booze and sweat on their bodies they were so close.
“Can we help you ma’am?” one of the men asked.
She shook her head and kept hammering on the door.
“Well it looks like whoever is in there doesn’t want to let you in,” one of the men chuckled.
“I don’t know why. You look like a fine filly to me. Turn her around Troy and let’s see if her face is as good as those long legs.”
The man called Troy gripped the librarian and spun her around away from the door, pushing her against the redbrick wall. The other man looked both ways and then around the parking lot to see if there was anyone out and about. There wasn’t, the place was deserted and except for the yellow courtesy lights placed strategically along the pathway outside the ground floor rooms the place was dark.
“She’s a pretty one Brett,” Troy had one hand on her shoulder and the other under her chin.
“And I bet she’s got a figure to go with it under that T-shirt,” Brett replied.
The librarian started to struggle and Troy squeezed her throat, cutting off her airway. She lashed out with her feet and Brett moved in and punched her in the belly knocking the wind out of her. She couldn’t breath and she was starting to black out. She stopped struggling because she simply didn’t have the energy to do so.
“That’s better,” Troy whispered in her ear and then he licked the side of face.
“She tastes nice too, freshly bathed” he chuckled.
“So anyway; where were we? Oh yeah, we was wondering about what’s under that T-shirt,” Brett said.
He produced a knife from his hip pocket and flicked a button and released a three inch blade. The librarian shook her head as Brett waved the knife under her nose.
“Now you behave and we won’t have to spoil that pretty face now will we Troy?” Brett said.
“It would be a shame,” Troy put his face to the librarian’s, who had just begun to breathe again.
He pressed his lips against hers and she started to struggle. Troy pinned her wrists against the redbrick and Brett put the knife in the neck of her T-shirt and cut down. The sharp knife cut down through the fabric in one slice and the T-shirt fell open. The tip of the blade had caught her belly and a thin line of bloody droplets began to form.
“Oops!” Brett laughed.
Then he tore off the remnants of her T-shirt leaving her naked except her underwear. She wore a matching set of pink satin bikini panties and bra.
“I like pink,” Troy sighed and began to kiss her again.
He forced his tongue into her mouth, his body pressing her against the wall while he held her wrists up high. She could feel his erection poking into her belly through his jeans. She felt the knife press into her side and she stopped struggling.
“That’s better. You be nice to Troy and we’ll be nice to you,” Brett moved the knife slowly along her skin up her side and across to her chest.
Troy moved away to let Brett put the knife between her bra cups and he cut the strap so the cups fell away exposing her breasts.
“She’s got nice titties. Just a handful but more than that is wasted I’ve always said,” Troy grinned.
He let go of her wrists and squeezed her breasts, using his lower body to hold her against the wall. He started kissing her again.
“Hurry up and fuck her Troy afore’ somebody comes. I wanna go too,” Brett whined.
Troy continued to kiss the struggling librarian whilst viciously squeezing her breasts. One hand moved down her body and grabbed hold of the side of her panties preparing to rip them off her. The librarian started to wriggle and writhe again but Troy held her pinned to the wall.
“This won’t take long darlin’. We’ll just rip off those pretty pink panties and…” he didn’t finish the sentence.
Troy’s eyes suddenly became vacant and his body went limp. The side of face was a sheet of red blood. He fell to the concrete with a thud.
The librarian covered her breasts and suddenly realised that the man was standing next to Troy’s prone body holding a tire iron.
“Now what did you have to do that for pilgrim? Now I’m just gonna have to stick you with this knife, stick her with my cock, and get the fuck out of here,” Brett hissed, assuming a knife fighter’s stance and waving the knife backwards and forwards.
“Oh fuck this!” the man pulled a small silver .22 from inside his jacket and shot Brett in the foot.
Brett started howling and dropped the knife, hopping around on his good foot holding the one shot.
“If you don’t shut the fuck up I’m going to use the tire iron on you too,” the man said mercilessly.
“Now you get your partner and you get the fuck out of here. You come back and it won’t be a two-two I shoot you with,” he growled.
“You come with me,” he pushed the librarian ahead of him, through the motel room door and locked and bolted it.
The librarian stood sobbing in the centre of the room while the man rummaged around in one his suitcases and pulled out a small valise which he unzipped and placed on the table. He took some gauze and poured antiseptic from a small bottle.
“Come over into the light,” he said, but the librarian remained sobbing in the middle of the room.
He walked over and slapped her across the face.
“Get a grip and get over here in the light!”
She walked over, teary faced, arms crossed across her chest.
The man ripped her arms away from her breasts and put them by her sides.
“I can’t fix what I can’t see,” he said and sat on a chair in front of her.
He dabbed the antiseptic soaked gauze on the thin knife cut running up her belly.
“Superficial. Won’t need stitches; probably won’t even scar,” he said robotically.
He opened a pre-packaged field dressing and put it on the wound and taped it in place. The librarian just stood there like a statue and let him work on her.
When he’d finished dressing her wound he poured two tumblers of Jack and gave her one. She started to gulp it and the man help the glass away from her mouth and she got the message. Sip it. She did.
“Finish your drink and get cleaned up. Don’t get the bandage wet,” he said.
He lit two cigarettes and she looked at him and shook her head and nodded at the no-smoking sign on the wall.
“Fuck it. They’ll never track my credit card down anyway,” he handed her a cigarette and she smoked it and sipped her drink.
It was only then that she realised that she was standing close to the man naked except for her panties. She saw him peeking at her breasts and body now and then but he made no untoward moves.
“Ok new rule. You don’t leave my presence from now on unless it’s absolutely necessary.”
She nodded and dropped her cigarette into her empty glass, went over and got clean underwear and took another shower.
When she came out the man was lying on the bed on top of the covers reading the file. She dug out another T-shirt and shucked into it, no longer concerned about being in front of him in her underwear. It was obvious he had only a passing interest in her.
She noticed a small pile of blankets and a pillow piled up on the floor against the far wall. He saw her looking
“You’re sleeping over there,” he pointed with his chin.
“I paid for the room so I get the bed,” he said.
“Can I have another drink?” she asked.
“One,” he nodded at the table indicating she should pour her own.
Which she did and then started to make up her bed on the floor. She looked over and studied the man. He knew what he was doing; he was comfortable in tight situations and he knew how to fight.
“I didn’t thank you,” she said as she climbed under the blankets.
“For what?” the man looked up from the file.
“For saving me from those men,” she replied.
“I couldn’t care less if they fucked you up the ass all night and left you in the gutter when they’d finished with you. But I need you. I need you for this job and I need you in one piece,” the man went back to his file.
The smile on the librarian’s face disappeared, replaced by her usual dour countenance. She looked longingly at the bottle of Jack Daniel’s on the table and pulled up the bed clothes. The man put the folder on the bedside table, checked the small pistol and put it on top of the file and turned out the lights.
The librarian came out of her slumber with a raging headache and realised that someone was kicking her. She opened one eye and the pain in her head increased. Her head was throbbing and she wanted to go back to sleep but someone was incessantly poking her in the side with a boot. She opened her eyes again and this time she saw the puddle of vomit beside her pillow and then she smelled it and began to dry reach.
“Don’t you vomit again you fucking rummy!” the man kicked her again.
“Get your drunken ass into the shower and clean yourself up you pathetic piece of shit,” punctuated with another kick.
She got to her knees and opened her eyes fully and saw the empty bottle of JD and four cans of Miller lying on the floor beside her blankets.
She tried to stand and nearly fell but the man grabbed her. He put an arm around her shoulder and led her to the bathroom and sat her down on the toilet.
“The rest is up to you sugar because I am definitely not giving you a bath,” he shook her as she started to nod off again.
She sat in the passenger seat looking pale and sickly trying to sleep as the big V8 engine in the Mustang ate up the miles. The man looked over at her with disgust. He stopped for gas while she was sleeping and he bought another half pint of Vodka, a bottle of orange juice and some Tylenol.
He drove on until he came to a deserted rest area and he pulled over. He crushed four of the Tylenol in a Styrofoam cup and mixed them with a double shot of vodka and topped it up with orange juice.
He got out and opened the passenger side door and shook the librarian.
“Get up and get out. Get some fresh air, we need to talk before we get to LA,” the man said.
She woke with a start and he reached across her and unbuckled her belt. She winced in pain and the man realised he was leaning on her knife wound. He helped her out of the car and led her to one of picnic tables and sat her down and went back to the car and bought the drink over. Her arms were folded on the table and she was resting her head on them.
“Here. Sip this. And I mean sip it,” he held the Styrofoam cup to her lips and she sipped while he held the cup.
He put his arm around her to steady her and held her to him while she sipped the drink until it was all gone. She rested her head on his shoulder and he could smell the shampoo on her hair. He absentmindedly stroked her hair and she smiled. He was about to smile himself and then he realised what he was doing.
He pushed her off him.
“You really are a drunk aren’t you,” he hissed.
“Can I have a cigarette?” she asked, feeling forlorn.
He lit two and gave her one.
“How can you live with yourself? Knowing who you are? Knowing what you are?” he looked at the tip of his cigarette.
“I don’t live with myself. I stopped living with myself just over twenty years ago. That’s when I became the librarian, keeping myself to myself, keeping silent and drowning my memories with drink every night,” she looked at the gravelly ground littered with decaying cigarette butts.
“I know who you were. That isn’t in the dossier but I know,” she could hear the hatred in his voice.
“You really do hate me don’t you?” the librarian said.
The man didn’t answer. He lit two more cigarettes and handed her one.
“Last one before we get to LA,” he said.
“They came for us at night. It was about a year after Amanda’s funeral. Or more precisely about a year after Tina Anderson disgraced them. They couldn’t get Tina so they came for me and Drew,” the librarian was drawing circles in a pile of cigarette ash on the table.
“I don’t wanna hear it,” the man said.
“You don’t wanna hear it! You don’t wanna hear it! Well fuck you!” the librarian screeched at him.
“You asked how I live with myself being what I am and being a hopeless drunk, well fuck you, I’m going to tell you anyway!”
“I haven’t spoken about it for nearly twenty years and you’re taking me back there! Back to Tina Anderson, whose fault it was anyway! Well fuck you Mister I’m going to tell it anyway and if you don’t like it drive off and leave me, or cover your ears!” she was sobbing now.
The man just stared off into the distance.
“It was Bing Holthouse and Bobby Fillay. The other two probably didn’t have the guts to go through with what Bing had planned, besides they still their families and their jobs,” the librarian continued her story.
“Tina had drugged those four boys and filmed their debauchery in her motel room. They didn’t know they were being secretly filmed by Devon Devine who cut the footage into a VHS video called Hotel Tranny Homo Hump Part Two.”
“She sent copies to their wives. It was supposed to be revenge for what they did to me on Prom night but it backfired. Gerry Kershaw and Ben Mowbray’s wives eventually forgave their husbands but Bing and Bobby’s wives just couldn’t. And beside losing their families Bing lost his trucking business and that put Bobby out of a job too because he worked for Bing.”
“They couldn’t stay in town. Word about the video got out and they couldn’t stand the humiliation. Tina did a great job of fucking them over but they didn’t come looking for her; those good old boys still blamed me.”
“I told you I don’t want hear this!” the man grunted.
The librarian ignored him and went on.
“Those boys knew that Devon was connected so they couldn’t get to him and by then Tina was living with him so she was untouchable too. Drew and I were oblivious to their plan.”
“Drew and I had settled into a town house in Berkeley; Drew had finished at Texas U and we both had our degrees. I was already making good money with a firm in the commercial market and Drew was doing ok. He was even playing in a local football team on weekends.”
“We wanted to get married but even with my new birth certificate I was reluctant to engage the legal system so we slipped into Okalahoma where it was legal and became common law man and wife and then came home.”
“I really don’t want to hear any more!” the man was getting angry.
“Anyway Bing and Drew came for us one night. They broke in while we were asleep; they both had guns.”
“They made Drew watch while they took turns violating me. They had a gun to his head so I did everything and anything they wanted,” she was crying now.
“When they couldn’t get it up any more and had finished with me Bing simply pulled the trigger and blew Drew’s brains out. I wished they had killed me too, I begged them to kill me but they had other plans. They wanted to use me some more. They were high and drunk and excited and killing Drew had made them more so.”
“Those fools would have likely got away with it had they killed me then and there, but they dragged me into the back seat of their pickup and Bing went to work on me again while Bobby drove. The cops shot Bobby to death in the front seat of that pickup when he pulled a gun after the cops pulled the truck over. That coward Bing Holthouse cried like a baby and begged for his life, scrambling out of the back seat of that pickup with his hands in the air and trousers around his ankles.”
“I testified at his trial and they put him away for life but that didn’t bring back Drew.”
“And so I moved to somewhere where no one knows about my past and I live my shitty life as a shitty librarian in a shitty town and I am working hard at drinking myself to death. Like you said, I’ll probably do the world a favour when I go.”
“That’s why I thought you’d come to kill me. I thought you were a relation or a friend of Bing or Bobby’s looking for revenge.”
Tears were streaming down the librarian’s face. She looked up and saw that the man was crying too; sobbing with big heaves and his head in his hands.
She slid over to comfort him. She was amazed that he had any compassion for her.
She put an arm around him and stroked his hair.
The man leapt up from his seat and pushed the librarian away from him.
“Don’t touch me!” he screamed.
He pushed her to ground.
“Don’t you ever fucking touch me!” he kicked her in the solar-plexus and her diaphragm spasmed and she couldn’t breathe.
She lay in the dust gasping and the man kicked her viciously in the buttocks. The man was till crying, his face red with rage.
He kicked her in the side and she rolled over on her back and looked up at him her face muddy with dusty tears. The man looked down at her with vehemence and hate, his fists were balled and his leg cocked back ready to kick her again.
“Do it! Finish it!” the librarian sobbed.
“I’ve had enough! Kill me! Kill me!” she bawled.
“I can’t!” the man sobbed and unclenched his fists.
“Why can’t you? Why? You hate me so much, why can’t you kill me?”
“Because Andrew Carter was my brother!” frustrated, he kicked dust at her and walked away.
The librarian lay in the dust sobbing until she couldn’t cry any more and then she tried to get to her feet. Her side hurt, her rump hurt, but most of all her belly hurt where he had kicked her in the solar plexus. She was able to sit up in the dust and she lifted her T-shirt and she saw the bandage was weeping fresh blood.
The man came back with his little valise which he unzipped and placed on the picnic table. He helped the librarian to her feet and led her back to the table. She winced with pain as she tried to remove her T-shirt and the man helped her take it off.
He took off the bloody bandage, cleaned the wound and put a fresh bandage on her belly. She grimaced at the cold bite of the antiseptic but remained speechless. He looked at her face and winced. He went back to the car and came back with a bottle of water and a washcloth.
The librarian reached for them and the man held them away from her.
“I’ll do it!” he said.
He wiped around her mouth and dabbed antiseptic on a cut on her lip and appraised his work.
“I’ve made a clean spot so I might as well finish,” he said and gently wiped her face clean.
When he finished she gave him a bitter smile.
“I loved your brother,” she said.
“So did I,” he replied and packed up the valise.
He gave her the remains of the water to drink and took everything else back to the car. He came back with another cup of vodka and orange juice.
He offered it to her and she shook her head.
“Go on drink it,” he said.
“No. Enough, enough,” she sighed.
“But I sure could use a cigarette,” she smiled and winced when her split slip stung.
He lit two cigarettes and offered her one. When she reached for it he moved her hand away and put the cigarette between her lips. His finger touched the side of her face and she cringed in anticipation of being struck.
The man delicately stroked the side of her face and then withdrew his hand.
“You always expect the worse don’t you?” he drew on his cigarette.
She looked into his cold blue eyes.
“That way I’m never disappointed,” she said.
The man went back to the car and came back with the file.
“Tina Anderson and Lyle Brinkman, AKA Devon Devine, own Xavier Productions. It’s a pornography business producing magazines and DVDs but like most porn businesses today its main income comes from online video streaming sales.”
The librarian nodded; she knew Tina was in the porn game but back then Tina was a performer, not a producer
“Tina still appears in some movies but she and Devon are now mainly in production. But their online porn business is failing; too many free sites. So they have started making ‘special’ movies; real perverted shit, you saw the clip.”
“Also they have teamed up with Raffe Ignesman who used to be an LA pimp back in the day but has made his way along the sewer and is now connected to organised crime and of course so is Devon. Raffe finds Devon young girls and boys to act in his films. The usual bullshit, find kids fleeing from their homes at bus stations or find runaways living on the streets, get them hooked on dope and hire their asses out to Devon and Tina. It’s also suspected that they are prostituting the girls and boys to sickos who have, shall we say, special needs.”
“These sickos pay a lot of money, so business for Devon, Tina, and Ruffe is good; but not so for Raffe’s charges who are really little more than sex slaves,” the man explained.
“Which is what happened to Stacy Patterson when she ran away from home,” the librarian said.
“Bingo, go to the top of the class,” the man smiled.
“At least that’s what I think happened. The problem is Xavier Productions is a legitimate company duly registered in the State of California. It pays taxes and its books are open to inspectors. I’ve looked and there is nothing illegal to be found,” the man lit them both cigarettes and passed her one.
This time when their fingers touched he didn’t flinch.
“All the sex slave stuff is obviously underground,” the librarian added.
“Bingo again,” the man said.
“And I come into this how? Sure I know Tina but I haven’t seen her for years,” the librarian asked.
“You used to be her lover?” the man looked at her inquiringly.
She blushed and looked down at her feet and then looked him in the eye.
“Yes I did. But that was before Drew and I…”
“I know. Before you and Drew reconciled after Amanda’s funeral,” he cut her off.
“So do you think you can rekindle your friendship?”
“I… I’m not sure…it’s so difficult..” the librarian began.
“Wait there’s more. You might have to…you know get involved in the business. Do stuff. Prove that you’re willing to actively participate in their sordid trade. What we call go deep undercover,” the man said.
The librarian looked down at her feet and then raised her face to his. She once again had that dull look in her dead eyes,
“Because of what I am. Because I’m a lush. Because of my past. Because I don’t matter to anyone,” she said mechanically.
The man stood up and pulled the librarian to her feet. He held her at arms distance and looked into her eyes.
“Because Stacy needs you. Because Sloane needs you,” he said earnestly.
“And because, regardless of what I think of you, my brother loved you.”
The librarian came out of her trancelike state and suddenly realised the man was holding her hands
“Ok. I can see that Tina might want to rekindle our friendship, maybe for old time’s sake. But why would she let me ‘participate in their sordid trade’ as you put it?”
The man pulled her closer. He was looking down at the ground and they were standing toe to toe. He raised his head and looked her in the eyes.
“Because of what you are,” he said.
“Because I’m transgender,” she whispered.
“Yes,” he whispered in return.
“Because there are sickos out there who have special needs,” she whispered.
“Yes,” he murmured.
He watched her eyes brim with tears and then run down her cheeks but she nodded her assent.
They stood in silence for a while, toe to toe, hand in hand.
“Did you really beg them to kill you?” he whispered.
She nodded and the tears fell from her face into the dust.
“Then can you do me favour?” he asked.
She nodded again.
“Can you stop begging me to do it. Regardless of what I think of you, my brother loved you,” he sighed.
He pulled her into his arms as she started to sob and he let her rest her head on his shoulder.
After a while he gently disengaged from her.
“We better get going,” he said.
She nodded and they threw the detritus of their visit to the trash cans.
As they were walking to the car the librarian suddenly stopped and the man turned around.
“What now?”
“Last night when I was banging on the motel room door. I was trying to call out to you to help me but then I realised I don’t even know your name,” she said.
The man shook his head in disbelief.
“Randy Carter,” he smiled.
“Sarah Carter, or at least I used to be,” she smiled and held out her hand.
The man shook it.
“Ok get in, we still got a ways to go,” Sarah reached for the door handle and Randy beat her to it and opened the door for her.
They stayed in another cheap motel on the outskirts of LA but Sarah couldn’t eat. She was suffering withdrawal and as much Randy insisted she wouldn’t take a drink. She spent most of the evening in the bathroom and when she came out she was pale and shaking and at the same time hot and sweaty.
She threw some blankets and a pillow on the floor in a dark corner of the room and curled up shivering but she eventually fell asleep. In the early hours of the morning she started to moan and Randy woke up and turned on the bedside light.
Sarah was having a nightmare. She had kicked off her bedclothes and was writhing on the floor; her hair plastered to her face.
Randy picked her up in his arms. She remained unconscious while he carried her to the bed, amazed at how frail she was.
He sat up most of the night putting cold compresses on her forehead until she eventually stopped sweating and moaning. He fell asleep beside her exhausted.
Sometime during the night she snuggled up to him in her sleep and put an arm around him. He woke up and tried to disengage but she hugged him closer and whimpered in her delirium.
“Drew?”
He patted her hand and went back to sleep.
To be continued…
The Librarian
By
Michele Nylons
Part Three – Return of the Ice Princess
They stayed two days in the motel while Sarah got well. In between her bouts of nausea they developed a strategy. Randy fed her Chinese food and Coke; two staples that she seemed to be able to keep down.
“We need a back story. Tina isn’t going to believe that I just turned up out of the blue and want to work in the pornography business. Usually the best lies are just fabrications of the truth,” Sarah said.
“What about this. You tracked me down and exposed me for who and what I am. I lost my job and got evicted and got run out of town and as I have no family I’ve come back to LA in the hope that Tina can help me.”
“You wanted revenge for what happened to Drew because you knew I was to blame,” she looked at him expectantly.
They were sitting outside the motel under a tree and the sun was shining.
“Are you really to blame?” Randy looked at her and tipped up his Coke.
“I’m trouble. I always have been. Trouble for Amanda, trouble for Sloane, and trouble for Drew,” Sarah said wistfully.
“Seems like everyone I’ve loved has come to grief, so yeah I guess I am.”
“I had a second chance with Drew and we were so in love. I didn’t know what Tina had done to those boys, but she did it for me, so when Bing Holthouse and Bobby Fillay came looking for revenge I guess it was because of me.”
“If Drew hadn’t come back into my life he’d still be alive. I didn’t pull the trigger but I’m as much to blame as Bing Holthouse.”
Sarah flicked ash off her cigarette and looked up at the cloudy blue sky.
“He never talked about you much. Just said that his mom and pop had disowned him because of me; because he came back to me even after the Prom disaster. Because of what I am. They said it was unnatural.”
“But he did say he had a brother who he loved very much. But that you just didn’t understand how he could love me. That you told him to choose his family or choose me, but he couldn’t have both.”
“But I suppose when you said it, it was choose family or choose the freak,” she said.
“He chose you, so I guess he chose the consequences of doing so. It doesn’t make things any easier for mom and dad or me though. Sometimes I just wish you had never come into his life,” Randy said.
“He did love you though. Said he had a nickname for you. The Ice Princess,” Randy said.
A single tear rolled down her cheek.
“I haven’t heard that name for many years.”
They had the basis of a plan and had done as much scheming and plotting as they could, trying to figure out the ‘what ifs and maybes’.
“I got a present for you,” Randy said.
He tossed her a pre-paid cell phone.
“There are only two numbers in that phone, both on speed-dial. One is mine and the other is 911. You take it with you everywhere,” Randy instructed.
She toyed with the phone and Randy came and sat down beside her on the bed. Neither of them was really comfortable being this close.
“I mean it Sarah! That phone is your lifeline. You can text me if you need to be discrete and keep it set to vibrate so I can call you too if need be. Even if you’re…well you know what I mean,” he looked down at the bedspread.
“Yeah. Even if I’m being ‘you-knowed’,” she smiled facetiously.
“You can use the record function as well if you think you need to and it has a good camera. But be careful Sarah; they are dangerous people,” he put his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes.
“Yeah ok. I get it,” Sarah said.
“So lets recap one more time,” she said.
They drove north to Berkeley. Even though Tina lived in LA now, Sarah and Tina had got together while Sarah was at college in Berkeley so they figured that’s where Sarah would go because she knew people there. Sarah had contacted Tina and arranged to meet her at one of their old haunts.
She and Randy got a cheap motel room not far from Sarah’s old apartment.
“How do I look?” Sarah came out of the ensuite bathroom feeling a little shy.
She hadn’t dressed like this in years.
She was wearing a black cocktail dress with a plunging neckline and a hem that barely came to the top her thighs, slinky tan pantyhose, four-inch black high-heeled pumps and heavy makeup. Her newly coloured shoulder length bob with the bangs had a sheen to it and she had accessorised with gold costume jewellery; she even wore an ankle chain.
She pirouetted in front of him, her hem rose up slightly and her hair flew seductively around her face.
He put his hands around her slim waist and stopped her. They were standing toe to toe and she was breathing a little heavy from spinning around. His steel blue eyes looked into her green eyes.
“Behave,” he said a little dry-mouthed.
“Am I ok?” she looked at him questioningly.
“You’ll do,” he grunted.
“Well thanks for the encouragement,” she pouted but he could see that she was joking.
“You look great,” he gave her a half smile.
“Remember; I’ll be following you wherever you go. Leave that phone on because I’m tracking it. Be careful; they’re going to want you to drink and if you do its up to you but stay sober. Don’t say anything dangerous; you know, don’t appear too eager. And don’t…” Sarah put a hand over his mouth.
“I get it. I need to be careful. I almost think you are worried about me,” she smiled.
“I need you to get Stacy back,” he huffed.
“Sure. I get it,” she said.
“Let’s go; I want to be at Bendy Wendy’s before Tina,” Sarah said.
Little was said on the way to the nightclub. They had rehearsed this meeting as much as they could and there was little to be gained by rehashing it.
Sarah was about to open the car door, when Randy reached across and took her wrist. He gave her a serious look.
“Good luck,” he said and she got out the car and closed the door.
“And be careful Ice Princess,” Randy said to the empty car.
Sarah coughed up the two dollars admission and got stamped on the wrist. The stamp was a cartoon figure of a vamp lady, think Betty Boop, sitting cross-legged on a barstool displaying her stocking tops with ‘Bendy Wendy’s’ lettered underneath.
The place hadn’t changed at all after all those years. It was still a magnet for the gay, lesbian, transvestite, bohemian and eclectic crowd.
The place was dark, with booths running along the walls, a long bar and a small dance floor and it smelt of stale beer and cigarette smoke. An androgynous eighties cover band was on the small stage cranking out a pretty good rendition of ‘Our Lips Are sealed’, the Fun Boy Three version, not The Bangles.
Sarah sidled up to the bar and ordered a cherry coke and lit a cigarette.
“Well look what the cat dragged in!” Wendy threw her arms around Sarah and planted sloppy red-lipstick kisses on both cheeks.
Wendy had to be in her sixties now but she was still doing the Betty Boop thing. She wore a lot of makeup, her eyes outlined with kohl and her lashes heavily mascaraed, her cheeks were rouged and her lustrous black hair was curled and framed her face. She was wearing a sequined flapper dress which showed off her legs and did little to contain her mountainous breasts. She was hiding a few wrinkles under all that makeup and the place being dark helped but she was showing her age and she had put on about twenty pounds.
“Well hello yourself,” Sarah kissed Wendy back.
They chatted for a bit; talking about old times but steering clear of Drew’s murder and any detail as to where Sarah had been and what she had been doing.
“Are you and Lucy still an item?” Sarah asked about her old workmate from Bruno’s Bar Grill.
Waitressing at Bruno’s was Sarah’s first job when she first came to Berkeley.
“Nah; the fire went out on that just after you left Babe,” Wendy said.
They shot the shit for a while but the old acquaintances thing soon ran out of puff and ‘the good old days’ stories dried up and Wendy excused herself. It was her bar and she had a business to run.
Sarah took a fresh cherry cola over to a booth and sat waiting for Tina. So many memories came flooding back sitting in that booth that she almost didn’t see Tina when she came into the bar.
But the reality is you can never miss Tina; she always makes an entrance.
After twenty years, Tina had hardly changed and when she strode across the room all heads turned her way.
She was wearing a blue satin Cheongsam with a Mandarin collar; the hem rested at the top of her thighs showing off her long elegant legs sheathed in sleek flesh-toned hosiery. Her waist was tiny but her bosom was quite ample.
Her face was elfin; heart-shaped with blue eyes, tiny nose and cupid’s-bow lips. Her jet black hair was short, emphasising her long elegant neck and alabaster skin. Her makeup was perfectly applied and when she slid into the booth opposite Sarah her bright-red lips broke into smile revealing perfect white teeth that could only be obtained through expensive professional dental care. When she smiled, small wrinkles appeared around her mouth and at the corners of her eyes, but it was obvious that she’d had some work done.
Sarah smiled back.
“The déjà vu is so thick I could be dreaming. Except that your dress is blue instead of green; this could be a enactment of out first meeting.”
“Bullshit! I’m getting old and things are sagging; if wasn’t for my cosmetologist I’d be a hag. Lucky these things are implants,” Tina grinned, pushing up her ample breasts.
“Now stand up you bitch and let me see you!”
The two stood and embraced. They air-kissed each other’s cheeks. Tina pushed Sarah out to arms length and surveyed her old friend.
“I fucking hate you! You still look stunning…You fucking Ice Princess,” Tina laughed and pulled Sarah into her arms.
This time there was nothing contrived about their embrace. They moulded their bodies to each other and kissed passionately. Sarah inhaled Tina’s perfume and a thousand memories flooded her consciousness.
Tina used the tip of her tongue to explore Sarah’s mouth, she knew that this used to drive Sarah crazy and its effect had not diminished. Sarah moaned and pulled Tina closer. They kissed for a while until Sarah became light headed and broke the embrace.
A cheer went up from the patrons, who raised their glasses to the two stunning creatures.
Sarah blushed. It was been a very long time since she had been the centre of attention and she was embarrassed.
“Come over here lover,” Tina grinned and led her to a dark corner where there was a small high table and two stools.
“Well that was some welcome after all these years,” Tina smiled and waved at a waitress to get her attention.
Sarah smiled back meekly.
“These were brand new the last time I saw you,” Tina playfully squeezed Sarah’s breasts.
“What about this? Is it still there; does it still work, or did you trade it in for a vag jay-jay?”
Tina slipped her hand under Sarah’s dress and went exploring.
Sarah slapped Tina’s had away.
“Stop it! You haven’t changed one bit! And in that regard neither have I. I still have it, it’s still functional, not that I ever get to use it, and it’s safely gaffed away to stop someone like you trying to touch it,” Sarah grinned.
The waitress came over and Tina ordered two JD and coke. Sarah didn’t object but she asked for a cherry coke as well.
Tina suddenly became serious.
“I was shocked when you contacted me. You just totally disappeared after Drew’s funeral and then the trial. I’m sorry Sarah, I just couldn’t go to either one. I feel that I might be somehow to blame after what I did to Bing and his cronies,” Tina looked distraught.
Sarah lifted Tina’s face and looked into her eyes.
“Tina, I’ve spent the last twenty years blaming myself for what happened to Drew and it did me no good. I went into hiding but Drew’s family eventually found me and outed me to the shitty little town council where I was working in a shitty librarian’s job.”
“Well fuck it! I’m over being a dowdy librarian in a shitty little burg! I’m over being broke, ugly and unhappy. I don’t know how long I have left in this world but I’m not going to live my life in hiding,” Sarah said quite vehemently.
“Babe, when you called me out of the blue I was so happy but I can’t believe you want a job. You were the smartest person I ever met and I was sure you would be some high flying businesswoman professional by now. Can’t you use your degree to get decent employment?” Tina sipped her newly arrived bourbon and coke.
“Nah. I’ve left it too late; no one is going to start me at my age and I’ve been out of commerce for so long I’d need go back to school. Besides I will always be ‘that woman’,” Sarah stirred her bourbon and coke with a straw but didn’t take a sip.
“The tranny whose husband was murdered in a revenge killing.”
“That’s shitty,” Tina shrugged.
“Anyway babe. Fuck the past. Tell me all about you. You look great still and I hear you and Lyle are living together,” Sarah changed the subject.
“Yeah we hooked up permanently after I’d been working for him for about five years. We’re living as husband and wife, except that I’m the boss and my dick is bigger,” Tina sniggered.
“Our production company is Xavier Productions. We’re still in the porn game bust mostly streaming online now. We make a decent living and have a condo in LA and a holiday cabin in Tahoe; not bad for a middle-aged tranny and a smut king,” she laughed.
“So what do you think. Can you get me a job?” Sarah asked.
“Babe. I’ll be honest with you, we are mainly into specialty porn now, that’s where the money is. Heavy BDSM, pseudo kiddie shit, young girls who are legal but look a lot younger, some scat, it’s all pretty freaky,” Tina lit two cigarettes and handed one to Sarah.
“So you don’t work in front of camera any more?” Sarah asked.
“Oh yeah I do. Tranny shit sells well too; but it has to be edgy, if you know what I mean. The last movie I was in was ‘Tranny Forced To Fuck’ so you can guess what I mean. Are you really up for that?” Tina sipped her drink.
“Honey I’m so broke and destitute I’d do a movie with nuns and donkeys,” Sarah grinned.
Tina coughed up her drink and broke into peals of laughter.
“You’ve still got that wicked sense of humour Sarah.”
Tina suddenly became serious and reached across the table and took Sarah’s hand in hers.
“I still have my little shitbox apartment here in Berkeley you know. I renovated it when Lyle and I started making money and he doesn’t know I still have it. I use it when I just wanna get away from everything,” she smiled.
“Let me go to the ladies room and we’re out here,” Sarah smiled back.
Sarah checked to make sure the ladies rest room was empty and when she was inside the stall she punched up Randy’s number and he answered on the first ring.
“So far, so good. I’m going back to Tina’s apartment,” she said into the phone.
“Is that wise?” she sensed concern in Randy’s voice.
“I have to gain her confidence Randy; you know that,” Sarah hissed.
“By what? Fucking her?” Randy sounded angry.
“You told me that I had to do whatever was necessary to get Stacy back, remember?”
“Yeah; ok. I’ll follow in my car,” Randy said resignedly.
“Randy. I might have to stay the night,” Sarah replied.
“Yeah; whatever.” Randy hung up.
Their lovemaking was tentative to begin with. Sarah had not had sex since her marriage to Drew and Tina and Sarah’s history was volatile, there were periods of serenity interspersed with brief spells when they argued and fought furiously with each other which usually ended with them having frenzied make-up sex.
They lay on the coverlet side by side, fully clothed. They kissed; at first softly, their lips just touching. Tina’s fingers gently slid along Sarah’s thigh, her nails rasping on the nylon. When her fingers slid under Sarah’s skirt, she gasped and pressed her lips hard against Tina’s. Tina’s fingers slipped lightly across Sarah’s panties, eliciting a growl from deep within Sarah’s throat.
Sarah slid her tongue into Tina’s mouth and explored. Tina smiled and continued to tease Sarah through the silky layers of her pantyhose and panties. She rolled over so that she was astride her lover.
Sarah began to buck; raising her buttocks off the bed, entreating Tina to find her penis but Tina was not to be rushed. She kept Sarah pinned to the bed and Tina removed her hand from under Sarah’s dress. She teased Sarah with her tongue, slipping it along her lips and darting it in and out of her mouth.
Sarah was writhing on the bed, pushing up with her groin, begging for Tina to find her sex. When Tina had Sarah totally in her control she lifted herself off Sarah and hiked up her own dress and then scrunched up Sarah’s. Tina pushed her hand inside Sarah’s pantyhose and panties and freed her erect penis from its gaff and then she freed her own.
She pushed her groin against Sarah’s. Their penises encased in silky satin and nylon rubbed together igniting sparks of pleasure.
“Ohh my god!” Sarah moaned.
She hadn’t had sex for so long that the stimulation was too much for her. Sarah ejaculated into her panties as she thrust up against Tina, locking her legs around her waist and crushing her lips.
Tina grinned. She hadn’t lost her touch when it came to making love to Sarah.
Tina allowed Sarah to finish her orgasm and as soon as she sensed that Sarah was sated she reached down and viciously ripped out the crotch of Sarah’s pantyhose, she smeared her erect penis with Sarah’s semen and slid her cock into Sarah's anus.
Sarah squealed and writhed on the bed; impaled on Tina’s long thin cock. It had been so long since she’d been penetrated she had forgotten what it was like.
“Oh Jesus!” Sarah pushed back against Tina, wriggling under her, trying to expel her cock.
Tina pinned Sarah to the bed, pushing down on her shoulders and pressing her groin into Sarah’s.
“Shh darling. Relax,” Tina lowered her face to Sarah’s and kissed her tenderly.
She kept her penis buried in Sarah’s anus but didn’t move it. She stroked Sarah’s face and kissed her softly. She kept kissing Sarah; not moving at all until she felt Sarah begin to rouse.
At first it was almost imperceptible but Tina sensed Sarah push back against her. Tina smiled and began to slowly fuck Sarah. Sarah smiled up at Tina and nodded.
“Fuck me babe,” Sarah whispered.
Tina complied and moved her cock slowly in out of Sarah, drawing it all the way out and then driving it all the way in, ensuring she pushed her glans against Sarah’s prostate so she was super-stimulated.
The two gorgeous transsexuals fucked each other, Tina’s hands under Sarah’s shoulders so she could drive her erect penis deep and hard into Sarah and Sarah wrapped her legs around Tina, pulling her lover close as they kissed passionately.
Tina felt her climax approaching and she gripped Sarah’s ankles and lifted her legs up over her shoulders so she gained maximum penetration. Sarah assisted by lifting her bottom up off the bed and wrapping her arms around her lover.
They kissed and writhed and wriggled against each other; their passion building.
“Oh Yesss!” Tina screamed and ground her groin into Sarah’s buttocks.
She ejaculated. Tina’s phallus erupted deep in Sarah’s anus, her semen surged from her cock, flooding Sarah’s back passage. Sarah sighed as she felt her bowels fill with her lover’s seed, Tina’s cock pushing against her prostate and her belly against Sarah’s penis.
Sarah orgasmed again; the intensity even stronger. She pushed up against Tina and drove her tongue into her mouth and drummed her fists on Tina’s back so extreme was her release.
The two lovers kissed and caressed as their climaxes slowly subsided. Tina unlocked Sarah’s calves from around her neck but kept her semi-tumescent penis inside her. Sarah smiled up at her lover.
“I had forgotten how good this was.”
“Yeah, me too lover. We really had something back then didn’t we?” Tina smiled down at her.
They eventually disentangled and kicked off their keels and peeled off their dresses; sitting on the lounge clad only in their lingerie and pantyhose.
They lit cigarettes and Tina went to the small open kitchen and flung ice cubes into glasses and poured generous measures of Jack Daniel's and a splash of coke.
Sarah considered her dilemma. If she took the drink she was likely revert to her drunken ways but if she didn’t, Tina was likely to be suspicious given how tempestuous Sarah had presented herself as the scorned librarian looking to cast off her miserable existence.
Sarah took the proffered drink. And so began an evening and early morning of drunken debauchery as Sarah and Tina reignited their passion and hunger for each other.
Sarah woke up around ten thirty feeling like shit. Her head ached, her mouth tasted like a litter box and her body panged whenever she moved the slightest. At first she didn’t know where she was, then vague flashes of the previous evening came to her.
She was lying on silk sheets that were rumpled and stained, dressed only in panties and a pair of shredded pantyhose. Her panties felt squidgy and her anus had a not unpleasant burning sensation; her nipples were tender and lipstick stained.
“Jesus I thought I looked like shit when I got up,” Tina smiled down at her holding a cup of steaming coffee.
“Well I feel like shit; so I might as well look like it,” Sarah smiled up at Tina and reached for the coffee.
Tina snatched the coffee out of the way. She was dressed in a pantsuit and her makeup and hair was immaculate; ready to take on the day.
“A kiss first,” Tina teased and puckered up.
“No Tina. My breath could probably stop a bus; honestly babe if I could just...” but Tina pressed her lips to Sarah’s and kissed her anyway.
Sarah reached up and put her arms around Tina and they kissed; a little chastely as Sarah was self -conscious about her breath.
Sarah took a gulp of scalding coffee and sat up.
“I really gotta pee babe and take care of this,” she waved her fingers down her ravaged body.
Tina, being freshly showered and dressed, felt for her lover and she smiled and nodded her understanding.
Sarah snatched up her purse and sprinted to the bathroom, just making it before she gushed a stream of urine into the bowl. She finished her business, wiped and then pulled her phone out of her purse.
There were four text messages from Drew, each one progressively angrier than the last. The final one time stamped four am said ‘enjoy your night…I guess we all revert to type’.
She debated whether to call him but decided she really didn’t have anything significant to report. She’d reignited her relationship with Tina but that was all. She hadn’t yet learned anything that would help them find Stacy Patterson.
She showered, brushed her teeth and fixed her face using Tina’s makeup. She had nothing to wear so she slipped into a satin robe hanging on a hook on the back of the door. Just then it opened and a hand appeared holding a fresh pair of panties.
“I presume you could use these,” Tina sniggered through the door and Sarah snatched them and pulled them on.
“Now where is that coffee,” she grinned as she exited the ensuite.
Tina was sitting at the breakfast bar and pointed to the cup and Sarah slipped onto a stool beside her.
Tina reached out and swept Sarah’s bangs out of her eyes and caressed her cheek.
“Are you ok babe? It was a wild night.”
“I’m fine thanks Tina; I just needed a little recalibrating after a long period of chastity and boredom,” Sarah smiled and gulped down her coffee.
She helped herself to another cup, topping up Tina’s.
“Just like old times,” Sarah smiled.
“Just like old times,” Tina grinned back at her.
But her grin was mirthless.
“So. You really want a job with Xavier Productions, you know the shit we do is pretty degrading? That said, if your head is in the right space you can enjoy it too,” Tina smiled wanly.
“Honey; I’m homeless and broke. I’ll do anything,” Sarah replied, stirring her coffee.
“Right! Fuck this! I gotta get back to LA and to Lyle. If I leave him alone for too long fuck knows what he will get up to.”
“Here. Take these,” Tina tossed a set of keys to Sarah.
“You’re staying here babe; rent free. I’ll call you when I have a part for you. Do you have a cell?”
Sarah shook her head.
“Fuck you really are a mid Western librarian aren’t you! No fucking cell phone. Get one. I’ll call you on the land line soon,” Tina laid out two fifty dollar notes on the counter.
“No I can’t take that,” Sarah protested.
“I’ll take it out of your first pay check. Help yourself to any of my clothes. I really gotta go honey,” Tina kissed Sarah on the cheek and left.
Sarah went to the window and pulled the curtain aside and watched Tina get into her BMW convertible, a huge step up from the Mini she drove long ago, and watched her pull away from the curb. She smoked a cigarette and drank another cup of coffee.
When she was happy that Tina would not return she snatched up her phone and called Randy. He answered almost immediately.
“She’s gone?” it was statement more than a question.
“Yes. How did you know?” Sarah replied, puzzled.
“Where do you think I spent the night? I’m out front. I got coffee and bagels at seven am but other than that I haven't moved,” he sounded pissed.
“Well get up here! I’ve made progress.” Sarah snapped the phone shut.
She was a little pissed off with Randy’s self righteous bullshit.
She put on fresh coffee and was cleaning up when she heard a tentative knock on the door.
Randy sat at the breakfast bar looking a little sulky. He kept glancing at the rumpled bed in the studio apartment.
Sarah sat on the stool very aware that she was clad only in Tina’s blue satin bathrobe and panties. She was glad that she had been able to fix her makeup because she knew that otherwise she would look like shit.
Randy glanced over to the counter top where an empty bottle of Jack Daniel’s and an empty litre bottle of Coke stood beside two lipstick stained glasses. Another half-empty bottle of Jack remained; an accusary object of the previous night’s debauchery.
“You didn’t stay sober for long then?” he nodded at the bottles.
“I had to stay in character; as they say in the movies,” Sarah smiled apologetically at him.
“And that too?” he pointed with his chin to the bed.
“Yes. That too! What did you think was going to happen? I’m trying to get a job in the porn business; am I supposed to be squeamish about making love with a former lover?” Sarah snapped.
“Is that what your kind call it? Making love? How do you decide who is on top? Do you toss for it?” Randy said vehemently.
Sarah slapped him across the face.
“Hey! You dragged me into this! This is what you wanted!”
“Do you think this is where I want to be? I told you! I’d rather not exist than be what I am but at least Tina showed me some affection.”
“Do you know what it’s like to lose the only people who ever loved you?”
“Amanda is dead! Drew is dead! Sloane hates me! You hate me!” Sarah seethed.
“Hey! Hey! Hey! Settle down!” Randy gripped Sarah’s wrist as she tried to slap him again.
Her gown had opened and her pert breasts were uncovered.
Randy reached out and closed her robe; Sarah flinched, expecting him to hit her in retaliation.
“Ok. Let’s take stock.”
“You have this place for now and Tina will call you here when she has a job for you. As soon as that happens we get inside Xavier Productions and can find out where Stacy is. Correct?” Randy said letting go of her wrist.
“Correct,” Sarah said, a little indignantly.
“Ok we are getting somewhere! I’ll check out of the motel and bring our stuff here. We’ll make this our base of operations so to speak,” Randy stroked his chin as he pondered the future.
Sarah arose from her stool ensuring her robe remained closed and walked over to the counter and picked up the half-bottle of Jack Daniel's. She poured it down the sink.
“Get some fresh milk and vegetables on the way back. I know a butcher around the corner who has great steaks,” Sarah turned from the sink to Randy.
“So what are we playing happy families now?” Randy said sarcastically.
“Well arguably. You are technically my brother-in-law so I guess we are.”
“At least until that phone rings,” Sarah nodded to the landline phone hooked up to the kitchen wall.
Randy nodded and stood up. He strode to the door and as he opened it Sarah put a hand on his shoulder.
“This is my place now. I’m not sleeping on the floor.”
Randy grinned at her.
“It’s your place Sarah. And that’s your bed,” he smiled and closed the door behind him.
To be continued…
The Librarian
By
Michele Nylons
Part Four – You Know What’s At Stake
“Yes Mister Patterson we’re making progress. I know it seems slow progress but we are dealing with people here who are both smart and dangerous.”
“No sir she hasn’t tried to escape.”
“It’s just easier calling her, her. I agree sir she isn’t really but I have to spend all my time with Sarah and I can’t just call her ‘it’ or ‘you’.”
“Sarah has her first job with Xavier Productions tomorrow so hopefully she can start snooping and find out where Raffe Ignesman is at and more importantly where he keeps the girls.”
“Yes sir I get it; we need to move as fast as is humanly possible.”
“No sir I don’t think that will help. That threat will just give her something else to worry about and we need to keep her focussed; she’s pretty wound up.”
“No sir I am definitely not getting soft on her. I still despise her as much as you do but I have to work with her.”
“Yes sir. If you say so sir but I honestly don’t think…”
“Yes sir. Yes sir. If Sloane says so; then of course. Yes sir.”
Randy Carter looked at his now silent phone and shook his head.
“Fuck!”
He and Sarah had holed up at Tina Anderson’s apartment in Berkeley, waiting for Tina to call with a job for Sarah.
They had got on as well. Well as much as two people who didn’t trust each other at all possibly could. Sarah actually enjoyed cooking real food for a change and feeding it to a man who appreciated it. Occasionally she would glance at Randy and see so much of Drew in him that her heart went into her mouth.
The three days they had spent in the apartment living an almost normal life had mellowed them both. Sarah slept in the bed and Drew on the couch and they were extremely careful with each other’s privacy.
They spoke about normal everyday things and sat and watched movies on HBO until late into the night, drinking cocoa and scoffing popcorn.
“I’m getting fat!” Sarah lamented one morning at breakfast, patting the very slightest of pot bellies.
“Bullshit! You’re looking good. Off the booze, eating and sleeping well; you look great,” Randy replied.
Then they both stopped grinning and blushed. They were not used to being cordial with each other and they were uncomfortable with it. The uneasy silence was broken by the phone ringing which rattled them both. Sarah picked up and mainly listened and then hung up.
“We’re on. Day after tomorrow in LA at the Xavier Productions studio,” Sarah said.
Randy nodded.
“Is she sending you a script?” Randy asked.
“Jeez Randy! You’ve seen the schlock these guys make! Apparently I get the story outline on set from the Director and any dialogue that supports the plot-line is displayed on autocues. The rest is supposed to be spontaneous; if you get what that means,” Sarah explained.
Randy frowned.
“Ok; now we can plan our next step,” he said; all business.
The next day he called Steve Patterson and updated him on the situation and had the conversation he wished he hadn’t. But Steve was paying him well and he was the boss. Besides it made no nevermind to him what he had to tell the freak, Randy told himself. But he was finding it harder to convince himself.
“So I need to talk to you,” Randy said after dinner.
“Well talk away. It’s not like I can leave,” she smiled back at him impetuously.
“You won’t be such a smartass when I tell you what I have to tell you,’ Randy responded.
Sarah’s smile dropped from her lips.
“The birth certificate and adoption papers you are so proud of being valid not only in Texas but in the Republic of the USA?” Randy began.
Sarah paled and nodded soberly.
“Remember when I first came to you and said they ‘were’ valid; and you asked what does that mean?” Drew continued.
“Sloane and Steve Patterson have filed a petition in Federal court to have them annulled for being made under false pretext.”
“The judge is in their pocket and will rule on the motion in a week. They said if we haven’t recovered Stacy by then, the ruling will come down in their favour,” Randy could not keep the bitter taste from his mouth.
“You will from henceforth revert to being the male person known as Stephen Grayson.”
Sarah was stunned. She couldn’t believe it.
“Sloane hates me so much that she would take the last shreds of my life? My identity?” she whispered; shocked.
“Not the way they see it. They see it as you reverting to your real identity. Said to tell you that they were as serious as a heart attack and unless you got their daughter back they would not only make the writ public; they would make sure the story got into every paper with a decent circulation and every news show on TV,” Drew concluded.
Sarah sat on the lounge shocked. She needed a drink more than any time in her life.
Drew sat down beside her.
“It’s no good worrying about it now. There is nothing you can do about it but get Stacy free from Raffe Ignesman and into my care before the deadline is up,” he said.
Sarah nodded but she was still in shock.
Drew forcefully turned her face to his.
“Look you dumb cunt! This is no time to go bat-shit on me or go on a booze binge. We just have to work hard to free Stacy ok?” Drew shouted at her.
Some colour returned to Sarah’s face.
She sat in silence for a minute and then got up went into the kitchenette.
“What are you doing?” Drew was wary.
“I’m making coffee. It’s going to be long night and we have to start early to get to LA on time for the shoot. We need to make sure our plan and fall back plans are worked out down to a tee. Light me a cigarette,” she said spooning coffee into the machine.
It was a six hour drive to LA and not much was said. Sarah was still seething that Sloane was going to annul the birth certificate issued in her name identifying her gender as female. Randy found it difficult to talk to Sarah; he’d been living with her constantly now for so long that he had almost forgot she was a transsexual and the cause of his brother’s death. They had become grudging partners but this latest development had driven them apart again.
Sarah was wearing tiny black velvet hotpants and sheer flesh-toned pantyhose with faux black backseams, a sequined cerise top and silver ‘fuck-me’ strappy high-heels; an outfit she had dug out of Tina’s wardrobe. She’d frizzed her fair out big and wore heavy makeup and tawdry silver hoop earrings, bangles and a studded chocker. She chewed gum; deliberately smacking it to annoy Randy.
After an hour’s silence Randy couldn’t take it anymore.
“You look like a cheap hooker,” he growled.
“I am a cheap hooker. I’m worse. I’m going to LA to make a porn movie for sickos who want to see me degraded while I’m being fucked,” she snapped back.
“You’re doing that because you have to and because you want to save your niece,” Randy replied.
“But you’re not a whore so why dress like one?”
“I don’t have a niece. My sister, who doesn’t identify as my sister anyway, doesn’t want me to exist so why should I give a shit about her spoiled brat of a daughter. Poor little rich girl ran away; boo fucking hoo!” Sarah hissed.
“You don’t mean that. You ran away once too. You know how scary it is. You’ve seen the video; seen what they’re making her do,” Randy said, trying to take the heat out of the conversation.
“How do you know she isn’t enjoying what she’s doing. She could be acting? That’s what actors do,” Sarah said sarcastically.
“You’ve seen the video; you know that’s not so,” Randy countered.
“But it’s ok to throw me into that. Because I’m expendable and I’m a freak,” Sarah seethed.
Randy didn’t have an answer so he didn’t respond.
Sarah reclined her seat and was about to put her feet up on the dash.
“Don’t even think about putting those Filipino bar-girl fuck-me pumps on my leather dashboard. Now fucking behave and I’ll pull over at the next lay-by so you can smoke.”
They had three smoke breaks on the way to LA but their demeanour remained icy. An hour out of LA Randy broke the silence.
“Let’s go though it one last time.”
“For fuck sake Randolph, we’ve done it to death,” Sarah snapped back.
“We’re doing it again and if you ever call me Randolph ever again I’ll kick your ass out of the car without slowing down.”
That made Sarah smile. Drew had told her that his brother hated being called Randolph as much as he hated being called Andrew. She only ever called Drew, Andrew to wind him up.
“We go to Xavier Productions and I know what Tina has already told me will happen. Then there is the covert stuff I need to do to try to find Stacy Patterson,” Sarah began.
And that’s just about how went…mostly.
Xavier Productions was actually a huge warehouse on the outskirts of LA near the airport. It had a huge stylised sign announcing itself but nowhere was there any indication of what Xavier Productions actually produced. Only the front of building had windows; the rest was black brick. Glass doors opened into a plush foyer where an attractive twenty-something in a designer dress that left nothing to the imagination and a pair of Jimmy Choo heels sat behind a chic glass desk holding the slimmest tablet that Sarah had ever seen. She had a tiny earpiece and she said something as soon as Sarah entered because Tina came rushing out of a sleek painted black door to meet her.
Well… Tina rushed as much as anyone wearing a tight designer pencil skirt and a pair of Christian Louboutin’s with five inch heels could rush.
“Oh my god you look like such a tart! I’d forgot I even had that outfit,” Tina gushed, kissing Sarah on both cheeks.
“And you look like a successful businesswoman who’s been shopping on Rodeo Drive. Its almost like we are in Bizarro World, where I’m the porn star and you’re the MBA with a Masters in Financial Engineering,” Sarah quipped.
“Well it sort of is. You’re the one acting in the porn today babe; and I’m the CEO of the production company that’s financing it,” Tina said a little bitingly.
“But you know what? Let me give you the tour. Do want coffee or something stronger? Filming begins in two hours if you want something to take the edge off?” Sarah mimed snorting cocaine and Sarah shook her head.
“The drive must have been hell this time of day? Why didn’t you fly? I told you I’d pay?” Tina enquired.
“I told you when you called that I had met an old friend who wanted to give his muscle-car a run, so it was no problem,” Sarah told a half-truth.
“And did you give his love muscle a run in appreciation?” Tina gushed.
“Nah. Not this guy. He’s so straight he’s got a rod up his ass,” Sarah laughed.
Sarah had her phone’s camera set to video and all she had to do was tap it to record. It was in a pocket in the front of her handbag and Randy had rigged it so the lens lined up with a small hole he had cut in the leather. Sarah had practiced using the device walking around Tina’s apartment whilst filming.
Tina showed Sarah around the offices at the front of the warehouse, which were stylish but obviously prefabricated.
“Lyle still uses that name Devon Devine for business purposes,” Tina pointed to the door to Lyle Brinkman’s office which was open but he wasn’t present.
“He’s meeting with Raffe, organising some talent for a movie idea he has,” Tina explained.
Sarah nodded and realised that’s what she was now… ‘talent’.
There were Makeup and editing rooms where a couple of trendy geeks were gathered around a bunch of screens. Sarah remembered what she’d been told about all Xavier Productions porn now being streamed online to paying customers.
They came to a pair of large double-doors painted matte-black with a lighted sign above them: ‘Silence Please – Filming in Progress Beyond This Point’.
“It’s ok, we can still talk. They’re still setting up the sets in the studios. We have three soundstages so we can make multiple productions,” Tina was proud of her little empire and Sarah had to admit it was impressive.
There were three more large matte-black double doors with light boxes above them that were dark but she could make out the stencilled ‘No entry – filming in progress’ on them.
“This is our green room or actors lounge,” Tina flung open the door to a well appointed room with leather lounges and overstuffed chairs.
A fully stocked bar and glass chiller full of snacks was up against one wall and three huge screens dominated another.
“The actors can watch the action in the three studios so we have continuity when they arrive on set. We need to make our movies quick to turnover the money. We keep a couple of fluffers on staff as well to make sure the talent is ready but now we have Viagra, Cialis, and all that shit we only really need the fluffers to get the men started,” Tina explained.
“Come on I’ll show you where you are filming and then I’ll take you to Makeup. After that you’re on your own until after filming,” Tina held Sarah’s hands and looked at her seriously.
“You’re sure this is what you want?” she searched Sarah’s eyes.
“For the final time. Yes!” Sarah smiled at her friend.
“But do you mind if I see all the sets? This is really interesting,” Sarah smiled at Tina.
Tina looked at her watch. She was a busy woman.
“Sure. But look babe, I really have a lot to do. Wonder around; talk to whoever you like; but be in Makeup at ten so they can dress you and make you up. You remember where right?” Tina asked and Sarah nodded.
Tina kissed Sarah on the cheek, looked at her watch again, furrowed her brow and purposely strode out of the green room.
Sarah took the opportunity to take the phone out of her handbag and call Randy.
He picked up immediately.
“So far so good. I’ve got some good footage and I’m about to go onto the film sets and video them too but I think you should know that Lyle is right now meeting with Raffe,” Sarah whispered into the phone.
“Do you know where?” Randy asked.
“No,” Sarah replied.
“And you didn’t think to ask?” he hissed.
“Yeah like that wouldn’t be suspicious. Don’t you have like tracking stuff in all that spy shit you have with you. You tracked me for three days for fuck sake,” Sarah replied.
“Yeah but it took me a while to find you first. Anyway I’m not leaving you there without me outside as backup,” Randy said.
“See you do care for me,” Sarah teased.
“Stop fucking around and do your job. Check out those sets like we planned. Find the one where they are likely to be filming that young girl sadomasochistic shit. Stacy might be twenty but the way they film her she looks like she’s fourteen for fuck sake,” Randy said, all business and professional.
“Yeah! But it’s ok that in hour’s time a bunch of guys are going to thrash me and stick their cocks in my every orifice,” Sarah was getting heated.
“Hey! Do your job! You know what’s at stake for both you and Stacy if you don’t,” he bellowed into his phone.
Sarah hung up and Randy got out of his Mustang and lit a cigarette. He took a few draws and then he bent double and gripped his stomach and dry retched. He flung his cigarette away and swept back his hair with both hands.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he kicked the front nearside tire of his car repeatedly until the pain became too intense.
He opened the door and sat in the driver’s seat.
“Fuck!” he screamed and slammed the car door.
Sarah put the phone back in her purse just as she had been shown. She turned on the camera and ensured it had an unobstructed view.
The first studio was empty and well lit by overhead lights. It was the dungeon set she had seen in the video that Randy had shown her of Stacy being defiled.
The second studio looked like a mockup of a school classroom and Sarah could only guess what was going to be filmed there. It too was void of people.
The third studio was a mockup of a secretary’s work station in a business office and she knew that this is where she was going to perform today because Tina had given Sarah the basic premise of the film they would make.
There were a few people on set. A set dresser was listening to a tall bearded man and a tech was adjusting the lighting. Although the movie would be filmed on video rather than celluloid, the cameras mounted on three tripods at the periphery of the set, and one overhead on a swivel gantry looked very large and expensive. Large autocues where mounted on the walls.
“These guys are making big bucks. This is no tinpot operation,” Sarah said to herself.
“Hey are you Sarah?” a skinny arty looking guy with very long hair and multiple ear piercings came over to her.
He was wearing black skinny jeans and a Led Zeppelin T-shirt and holding a huge cup of coffee.
Sarah smiled her best smile.
“Yes I am,” she grinned.
“I’m Todd Barrington the Director. I must say you look amazing for your age and I love the way you’re dressed,” he took her hand and kissed it.
“Really…The guy who drove me here said I look like a whore,” she smiled.
Todd put down his coffee and picked up some papers and circled Sarah, looking her up and down.
“Well you do. But in a good way. So you know that the premise of the film is that you are a secretary and yada, yada, yada, you end up gangbanged on the desk,” he shuffled his notes and then put them under his arm.
“Well I was going to have you dressed in a business suit; you know secretary clothes, but now I’d like you dressed like that. The story will be you came to the office on your day off to catch up with work and the boss comes in to do the same. He sees you dressed like that and…You see where I’m going?”
“Would you mind if those clothes got tattered and torn for the sake of my art?” he grinned like a shark.
Sarah pushed down her revulsion and smiled back.
“Sure…they’re Tina’s anyway,” she laughed.
“Oh that’s priceless,” he clasped his hands to his face and squealed.
‘Has to be gay,’ Sarah thought.
“I’ll send a Production Assistant, a PA, to get you something to wear after the shoot or you can just borrow something from costume,” he grinned.
“Now…Your tits are tiny but Tina assures me that works fine? Guys only like tranny porn if the girl has a nice, big, hard, cock,” he pointed to her groin and frowned.
“It works and I’ve had no complaints about size,” Sarah shuddered involuntary.
“Fine. If you can get your ass to Makeup and take a Viagra or a Cialis or two; they’ll have kicked in by the time we shoot. I like your makeup as is…sort of eighties slut. I’ll just get Crystal to touch it up,” Todd turned on his heels and started to bark orders to the lighting tech.
“What a fucking creep!” Sarah whispered to herself as she made her way through the sound and light proof doors back to the Makeup room.
She noticed that other people were arriving and they had that ‘porn-star’ look. A couple of women with huge false tits in tank-tops, cut off shorts and heels had just finished makeup and were on their way to costume.
Four guys, handsome in a daytime soap sort of way, arrived together and pushed past her; not paying her any attention at all despite how she was dressed.
Sarah sat in the chair and listened to Crystal’s inane twaddle while she fussed with Sarah’s makeup. She removed and replaced her bright red lipstick and proudly espoused how the brand of lipstick she had applied to Sarah’s lips would last as many blowjobs as a girl could give in one day. She teased Sarah’s hair some more and applied what seemed to be two whole cans of hair lacquer.
Crystal had offered Sarah a choice of erectile enhancement products and Sarah took two Cialis. She figured if this was going to be as harrowing as she expected she would need all the help she could get to stay aroused. Crystal escorted Sarah to the toilet and gave her a douche kit and waited outside until she was finished.
“Ah the less glamorous side of anal sex,” Sarah sighed wanly.
Crystal smacked gum.
“Yeah; but if you haven’t done it, its a good excuse to use to tell your boyfriend no if he tries to roll you over,” she clacked her gum and led her back to Makeup for a final check.
Sarah was glad when the makeup ordeal was over and she made her way to the Green Room as directed by Crystal. As she came out of Makeup Sarah saw a young girl walking down the corridor in the company of a guy who could be a nightclub bouncer at any nightclub he wanted.
The girl looked frightened and subdued and about fourteen years old but as Sarah got close enough to get a good look at her she was obviously a little older; not much, between eighteen and twenty.
The big guy steered the girl into Makeup and closed the door.
Sarah had ensured that her handbag was facing down the corridor so that she got video of the girl on cam. She entered the Green Room and found the four guys she had seen earlier were in costume. Two wore business suits, one wore a janitor’s uniform and the other was dressed as a delivery man.
They were the obviously the male talent. They came over and introduced themselves and Sarah was surprised at how nice they were. They were just good looking guys who supplemented their income making porn.
They flattered her and told her not worry about it being her first time.
“I have to say I prefer more mature trans ladies; the younger ones tend to be scatty and unsure of themselves. Don’t worry too much about staying on script; once the sex starts we tend to just improvise,” One of the handsome guys said.
“But do follow Todd’s direction. He’s a dick; but he is the Director,” he explained.
They were called on set and Sarah was quite surprised when the first hour was taken up with still photography.
“Sign here, here, and here,” a flunky put a stack of paperwork on the set desk.
“What is it?” Sarah asked, and for the first time incurred the wrath of Todd Barrington.
“For fuck sake! It’s the usual shit. Declarations by you that you are not under duress, you are disease free, you consent to unprotected penetration, that Xavier Productions can use your likeness to promote this and other products, yada, yada, yada… your ass is ours. Just sign it and smile for the camera.”
This was the second time today Sarah had been yada, yada, yada’d by Todd Barrington and she was not amused.
“Don’t worry about it babe. It’s Federal law bullshit that we sign for every production and they take pictures of us doing so to prove it wasn’t done under duress,” the handsome guy explained.
“Well mostly,” one of the other guys guffawed and those in earshot shot him daggers with their eyes.
“He indicated his error by placing both palms face down miming ‘sorry I shouldn’t have said anything’.
After the actors finished signing Todd got them to take up poses on the set simulating sex acts so he knew how was going to film each scene and where to place the cameras. It was quite bizarre lying on the desk fully clothed with one man between her legs, another with his crotch in her face and the other two standing either side as she pretended to masturbate them.
“Ok I’ve got it. Break! Last smokes and makeup checks before filming. As usual we will start with the sex, complete the money shots and film the filler tomorrow,” Todd said looking into a screen and discussing a framing a shot with his cameraman.
Sarah grabbed her purse and followed the handsome besuited actor out of a side door to a part of the parking lot that had a couple of ashtrays, a bench and an awning.
“Fucking California smoking laws,” the guy lit Sarah’s smoke for her.
“Sarah Carter,” she offered her hand.
“Jim Bellman but my porn name is Harden Swollen,” he shook her hand.
“It seems weird shaking hands with a guy who will be having sex with me in few minutes,” Sarah grinned.
“Hey that’s just how it goes babe. It’s the business. At least it’s nice to be working with someone who has some substance and personality as well looking downright sexy,” he grinned.
“I bet you say that to all the porn starlets you’re about to poke,” she laughed.
“Hey it sounds corny but Samantha Swallows hasn’t been taken yet,” he grinned at her enthusiastically.
She looked at him quizzically.
“Your porn name. You can’t use your real name,” he shook his head at her naivete.
“Samantha Swallows it is. Who do I tell?”
“Just let Production know after filming and they’ll fix it for you. We gotta go,” he pointed up to flashing red light above the door.
“That’s to tell the talent to get on set.”
Sarah looked up and also saw two video surveillance cameras pointing down either side of the building. She swivelled her purse to make sure she got pictures of them.
Sarah was lying on the desk; still fully dressed. The ridiculous premise of the story was that Samantha had come to work on the weekend to catch up on some work and she was dressed like a tart because she was going clubbing after. Her boss came in with one of his work buddies and berated her for being dressed like a hooker.
Samantha argued with the men until they lost their temper and bent her over the desk and spanked her after which they had thrown her on the desk and both of the men looked at her with lust with the intent to take her.
The actors had done a couple of ‘dry runs’ and were ready to shoot. Another weird thing happened when one of the PAs came over and got her to bend over and lower her shorts and underwear and syringed a large measure of lubricant into her anus.
“Believe me you’re going to need it honey. Just yell cut if you get too dry while being fucked and I’ll top you up. The actors will freeze so we can continue the take with continuity.”
Sarah once again shook her head at the absurdity of the porn industry.
“And action!” Todd yelled.
“You fucking slut coming to my place of business dressed like a whore!” Harden growled, pinning Sarah to the desk as she struggled and kicked out.
He moved between her legs as his business partner grabbed her ankles and held them open.
“You wanna dress like a whore! Well we’re going to treat you like one!”
Harden slapped her across the face and although it was suppose to be acting it stung and her eyes teared up.
“That’s it; cry you bitch!” he scowled.
The other business man struggled with her and then he slapped her and despite her writhing and struggles he eventually got her out of the sequined top. Sarah had been briefed to fight and struggle as much as possible, Todd would tell her when to capitulate.
“Fuck, she’s only got small titties,” the man said as he squeezed her breasts out of her bra cups.
He set about vigorously squeezing them and then lowered his face and bit her nipples.
Sarah screamed in pain and Todd nodded his approval.
Then the Janitor and Deliveryman entered the room.
“Hey what are you guys doing to her?” one of them demanded.
“None of your business. This slut belongs to us so you can either help us fuck this bitch or fuck off yourselves!” Harden said to them.
The janitor and deliveryman both quickly undressed and took the places of the two businessmen. They raked her tits and held her down on the desk as the two other actors got naked. All four men had large erections.
Sarah did not have to act. What they were doing to her was degrading and more importantly it hurt. She struggled hard against the men. One of them was biting her nipple and then licking it and then biting it again. It was painful but also strangely arousing; both her nipples were hard. The other man started sucking on her other nipple and squeezing her tit so now the janitor and the deliveryman were paying attention to her breasts while the two businessmen pulled off her hotpants.
The two guys sucking on Sarah’s breasts took her hands and guided them to their erections. She was able to give some payback as the script called for her to viciously squeeze their cocks which she did.
This of course resulted in her being rolled over and spanked.
“Stop! Stop! Stop! She screamed as the men took turns wailing on her ass.
“You gonna play nice? You gonna suck us? You gonna fuck us?” one of them hissed, it didn’t matter to Sarah who; she just wanted it to stop.
They had pulled down her panties and pantyhose and her asscheeks were glowing red. She still struggled feebly but this was where the script called for her to capitulate and she lifted her head and nodded vigorously. Mascara stained tears ran down her cheeks. A closeup camera was inches from her face to catch her pain and degradation.
They rolled her back over, and a cock appeared in her peripheral vision and then it was at her mouth. She licked the head of the penis and when the man guided it in her mouth she began to suck on it. Two other men stood beside her and she reached out and gripped their penises and masturbated them.
The man between her legs tore off her panties and ripped her pantyhose so he had access to her sphincter and guided his cock slowly into her. Sarah was grateful for the pre-loaded lube; she had to admit it actually felt quite good, the man knew how to perform anal sex that’s for sure.
It was hard trying to concentrate on sucking one cock, whilst wanking two others and also being fucked but she got the hang. She had her gag reflex under control and she could tolerate being deep-throated. The guy fucking her started stroking her phallus and the Cialis kicked in and she became erect; helped by the fact the man was using his cock to stimulate her sphincter and her prostate.
The frustrating part was that the script called for the men to change position every few minutes and also Todd would call out “freeze” and they would have to hold what they were doing at that second while his closeup camera came in. Then he would call “action” again while footage was taken. Then they would have to freeze so that he could pan out and get them all in the shot defiling her.
After about two hours of being fucked, sucking cock, wanking cocks, and she had to admit, being bought to the brink of orgasm a few times so that she had to call cut to stop her climaxing too early, Todd was ready to film the ‘money shot’.
Sarah was glad that it was Harden Swollen who was on ‘fucking duties’ to make her come. He did a good job too, teasing her by bringing the tip of his penis to just outside her sphincter and then slowly pushing it back in all the way.
Sarah was sore but she was close to climax and it was frustrating and she worked her ass trying to get Harden to fuck her harder and make her come. The other three guys were standing around her body wanking themselves, waiting for her to come.
Finally Harden gave her release and without even touching herself a huge spray of hot semen erupted from her cock and saturated her tits. The other three started to come. Sarah’s second ejaculation landed on her belly just as the janitor and the deliveryman came on her tits. The other businessman came on her face and rubbed his semen on her cheeks and made her suck him dry.
Sarah was still coming when Harden pulled out and came all over her cock and scrotum.
Sarah felt so hot and turned on but she ached all over and also felt defiled and disgraced. Tina had told that this was what it would be like but nothing could prepare her for it or how diametrical and overwhelming the feelings would be.
The actors spurted their last and rubbed their cocks in her face and on her tits and then Todd called ‘freeze’ and invited any of the Techs or PAs who were so inclined to contribute to the mess. He just wanted more semen on her for the final shots so he didn’t film the three of them as they came on set and masturbated and ejaculated on her.
Todd appraised Sarah lying on her back on the desk with semen glistening in her hair, running down her cheeks and breasts and pooling in her belly. Her cock was still hard also covered in cum. He got some more framed shots of her like that and plenty of closeups and stills.
“And…cut!” Todd called.
A female PA raced in with a towel and began to wipe Sarah down and helped her sit up. Sarah’s neck, back, and buttocks were in agony from lying on the wooden desk for so long. Her legs ached as she extended them so the PA could unbuckle and remove her high-heels and then remove her ripped and come-spattered pantyhose. Her breasts were scratched and bruised and her nipples ached. Her ass felt like it was on fire.
Another towel appeared and she wiped her face and she was given a packet of moisturised quick-wipes to dab on her face.
Sarah got gingerly to her feet and a PA held open a big white fluffy robe; which Sarah was grateful to get into. She slipped into a pair of disposable paper slippers and the PA escorted her to a combined shower and toilet facility that had separate full-length stalls.
She stood under the shower with her head bowed; the water as hot as she could take it. The hot water and soap washed away the semen, sweat, spit, and makeup but it couldn’t wash away her shame. She fell to the tiled floor and curled up in ball and sobbed.
To be continued.
By
Michele Nylons
Sarah finished in the shower and came out to find the Makeup and Wardrobe departments had been at work. There was a small toiletries bag, similar to those gifted to first class passengers on long flights and she was able to brush her teeth, gargle with mouthwash and brush her hair. She used deodorant but there was no makeup.
There was also a pair of new white cotton panties and a bra. Nothing fancy but it would do.
She stepped into the panties and pulled on and adjusted her bra and then pulled on the white fluffy cotton bathrobe. Now she felt almost human but she still ached. She needed a cigarette and realised she’d left her purse on set.
She went back to the set and found her purse sitting on a bench beside one of cameras and she snatched it up and padded to the side door which led to the smoking area in the parking lot. Sitting on the bench underneath the awning was Jim Bellman.
“Ah my partner in crime,” he grinned.
Sarah looked at him puzzled.
“Well you can take it two ways. One, we just fucked each other on film and two, we are probably the only two smokers on set. Smokers are a dying breed,” he joked.
Sarah smiled back at him and sat next to him and winced at the pain as she sat.
“Yeah it gets rough doing this stuff but that’s what sells now. Vanilla sex doesn’t make any money; husbands and wives are fucking each other on cam and posting it online for free,” he said.
“I’ll be honest. The scenes today were the least provocative I’ve done for a while. There was the ‘caught with consequences’ thing and a bit of spanking and struggling; but it was pretty vanilla compared to most of the stuff I’m having to do.”
“That was vanilla?” Sarah was a little surprised.
“Sure. Tranny sex still sells if there’s a bit of rough involved and the group dynamic. But the guys who pay to stream it will watch it once or twice and it will no longer be ‘wank fodder’ for them,” he explained.
“So Jim. Did I do ok?” she asked a little shy.
“You did great honey. I loved working with you and I meant what I said about you not just being beautiful but having a brain,” he beamed.
“I’m not wearing makeup and I’m twice your age,” she smiled back at him.
He scooted closer to her and took her hand.
“Hey Mrs Robinson, you have both an external and an inner beauty. I’ve known you a day and I’m captivated already,” he replied bashfully.
“Is there any chance we can get a drink? Away from this! I don’t wanna even talk about this!” Jim asked.
“Here,” Sarah punched up a vacant contact slot in her phone and typed in ‘Jim’.
“Put your number in here and I’ll call you ok?” Sarah smiled meekly.
“Seriously?” he said as he punched his number into her phone.
“Seriously,” Sarah replied.
Sarah went back inside and Jim held the door for her. As they came up to the schoolroom set she noticed that the light box ‘No entry – filming in progress’ was lit. The door opened briefly and she saw the young girl she had seen earlier in the corridor. She was dressed in a school uniform and was being bent over the desk by a large black man who held her hips and was fucking her vigorously while an older white man was kneeling on the desk, holding her head and ‘face-fucking’ her. She was crying and her tears looked real to Sarah.
The door closed as a PA raced away on some task and Sarah looked at Jim who shrugged his shoulders as if to say ‘what can you do?’
They came out of the part of the warehouse that housed the sets and walked together to the Wardrobe department.
“This is me. They promised to replace the outfit I was filmed in,” she smiled at Jim.
“That outfit was yours?” he looked a little sceptical.
“Nah, but it’s a long story,” Sarah grinned.
“Call me. Call me soon,” Jim kissed her cheek and continued up the corridor.
Inside of Wardrobe a mature lady around Sarah’s age greeted her. She introduced herself as Sally.
“Todd said you’d be coming. He said to give you the secretary outfit he had originally planned for you to wear today and you can wear it in tomorrow to film the remainder of the piece,” Sally sized Sarah up with her eyes and moved between the racks of clothes selecting various items.
“Can you give me a pair of pantyhose too,” Sarah asked.
“Help yourself. That drawer there,” Sally pointed with her chin.
Sarah opened the drawer and found it stuffed with packages of stockings and pantyhose of various deniers, colours, and patterns.
She selected a pair of tan sheer-to-the-waist and sat on a stool, pulled them on and smoothed them out. Sarah the Wardrobe mistress handed her a mauve satin blouse and a short navy blue skirt, both of which were a tight but perfect fit.
“Here,” she was handed over a pair of four-inch black high-heel pumps.
Sarah was glad she didn’t have far to walk.
“And this is to go. Wear them tomorrow under the clothes and with the shoes I just gave you, it will save you having to change. Bring a change of clothes for after filming,” Sally gave her a bag and went back to her racks.
Sarah looked in the bag and saw red satin panties, a matching lacy bra and a pair of sheer hold-up stockings.
She stopped in at Makeup and put up with Crystal’s inane chatter while she did her makeup and took her jewellery out of her purse and put on her earrings and bangles but left the rest in her purse. It didn’t match her outfit.
In the foyer she called Randy and told him to collect her and he pulled up out front within thirty seconds of her call.
“You must have been close,” she said as she slid into the passenger seat showing a lot of leg.
“I told you I’d be close enough to help if needed. At least you’re dressed a little better than what you wore here. What happened to the hooker outfit?” Randy replied.
“Don’t ask and this ain’t really much better. I’m supposed to be a secretary,” she said trying in vain to pull the hem of her skirt down her legs.
Randy was staring and she reached out and gently turned his face forward.
“Look out the window big boy; nothing to see here,” she grinned.
Randy blushed.
“While you were in Xavier Productions I went online and rented us a self-contained apartment near the airport,” he sounded pleased with his efforts.
“Great, I wanna get out of this outfit and you can check out the pictures and video I’ve taken so we can decide what to do next. I don’t need to be on set until mid afternoon tomorrow. They’re just filming establishing scenes,” Sarah said.
Randy looked confused.
“I’m too beat up now to film any more nudity so it’s just me playing a secretary in the office and a couple of male actors checking me out, ogling me, making advances.”
“Jeez!” Randy had a distasteful look on his face.
Sarah changed the subject and they stopped for groceries, picked up the keys for the apartment and drove on and parked out front of the apartment block.
Randy got the door and noticed how gingerly Sarah got out of the car but he knew better than to ask her why. He ferried in the groceries and their bags while she checked out their new digs.
The place had two bedrooms each with its own ensuite bathroom. There was an open plan lounge, dining and kitchen and it appeared to have everything one could need right down to the spoons.
“I’m gonna have another shower and get changed. Check my phone out; see if there’s anything useful on it,” Sarah said claiming one of the bedrooms for herself.
She checked herself out in the bathroom mirror. Her buttocks were still red and her body had multiple bruises that were turning blue. She also had several scratches.
She showered, fixed her hair and makeup and slipped into clean panties, leggings, and a tank-top. Her breasts were heavily bruised and her nipples very sore so she went without a bra.
Randy got the bluetooth working on Sarah’s phone and his laptop and transferred the pictures and video she had taken.
When Sarah came out of the bedroom she saw that Randy was sitting on the couch staring intently into the computer screen. She approached him from behind and looked over his shoulder and was appalled at what she saw.
It was camera footage of her being used on the office table by the four men. She became instantly nauseated. Sarah realised that her phone must have still been filming, hidden away in her bag on the set.
She reached over the couch and slammed the screen shut.
“You don’t need to see that!” she seethed.
“You seemed to be enjoying yourself,” Randy said sarcastically.
“I wonder what Drew would have thought had he seen you doing that,” he sniped.
Sarah flew at him. She slapped him hard across the face and attempted to rake him with her nails.
“Don’t you talk about Drew! You don’t know how much I loved your brother!” she flailed at him.
Randy was finding it hard to protect himself sitting on the couch with Sarah pummelling him from behind.
He managed to grab her wrists and pulled her over the lounge and she struck out and they both tumbled to the floor. She freed her hands again and set about trying to punch him in the face but he protected himself.
“Stop it you crazy bitch!” he roared, warding off her blows as they rolled on the floor.
He used all his strength and dragged Sarah to her feet using her momentum to spin her so that she flew across the room. He leapt after her and clutched both her wrists, pulling her arms up high and pinning them against the wall; he pressed his body against her to stop her kicking and striking out at him.
She was livid. Her face red and angry.
“You virtually kidnapped me and made me do this shit!” she hissed.
“How do you think I feel? Those strangers using my body? That sick fuck Director telling them to hit me here and poke me there? I’m doing what I have to do to save Stacy and keep my identity. You’re doing it for money! If anyone is a prostitute you are!”
Randy released a wrist and bought his open hand to her face to slap her.
She didn’t flinch. She stared at him defiantly.
He dropped his hand and let go of her other wrist and rested his hands on her upper arms. They were both panting with exertion.
Randy lowered his head and they both took a beat to catch their breath.
He slowly became aware that his body was moulded to hers; her small pert breasts heaved against his chest though the thin material of her tank-top; Sarah’s hands were hanging loosely by her sides.
He raised his head. Their faces were less than an inch apart; their lips almost touching. He looked into her green eyes and she started back defiantly. He saw courage and he saw resolve; but he thought he also saw shame.
Her breath smelled sweet and her body, despite their exertions, exuded a comforting womanly essence.
Her lips were large and sensuous and he imagined they were soft and pliant.
Sarah’s look of defiance softened and she looked at him questioningly.
He moved his face almost imperceptibly forward and Sarah’s lips opened slightly.
Randy’s phone shattered the silence and destroyed the moment.
Sarah turned her head aside and cleared her throat.
“Take that. I’ll make coffee,” she said.
Steve Patterson wanted an update. Randy took his phone into his bedroom for privacy and told Steve they were making progress and had infiltrated Xavier Productions but didn’t go into specifics.
“Is that shemale whore pulling its weight? It knows the consequences if it doesn’t; right?” Steve Patterson’s bitterness came through the phone.
“Look Mr Patterson, she’s doing everything I ask of her and then some,” Randy replied levelly.
There was long pause.
“Well it better be!” Patterson broke the connection.
When Randy came out of his bedroom, Sarah had coffee and sandwiches on the table next to his laptop. She had pulled a loose sweater over her tank-top.
“Well is any of the footage I took useful?” she asked.
Randy sat on the couch beside her but not too close. Just close enough so they could both see the screen.
“Yes very. I’ve downloaded the floorplans for the warehouse from public records but now I’ll know what every room is used for. I also have a good idea where to place my hidden cameras if I can get inside.”
“I’ll start researching the pictures you took of that young girl; see if she is also a missing person.”
“Also I’d really like you to get into Lyle Brinkman’s office if you can. I’ll give you a device that can download data files in super-quick time if you get a chance to use it. If you can take video or pictures of anything on paper that has anything to with Raffe Ignesman that would be great too.”
“Can you think of a reason for legitimately going in there?” Randy asked.
“I’ll think of something. He and I know each other through Tina so I suppose he is a friend of sorts,” Sarah replied.
“There’s something else,” Sarah said a little hesitantly.
“Yeah,” Randy sensed her tension.
“I spoke to this guy Jim Bellman. His porn name is Harden Swollen; he’s one of the actors. Jim doesn’t appear to be impressed with Xavier Productions using young girls, possibly against their will, and the use of violence. He’s only working in the porn business because he needs the money,” Sarah began.
“So they’re actors now, are they?” Randy scoffed.
Sarah didn’t bite. She continued.
“You’re not going to like this but hear me out. He’s sweet on me and he wants a date. I know he knows more than he has told me and I think I can get more out of him; a lot more. I think he was on the verge of telling me something that might really help us.”
Sarah could see Randy fighting with his emotions.
She moved close to him and turned his face to hers.
“You know you really confuse me Randy. You want me to infiltrate a porn ring, you despise me for being transsexual and you hate me because I’m to blame for you brother’s murder.”
“But you seem to hate what I have to do to help us both,” she searched his eyes.
Randy was trembling with emotion. He breathing was heavy and ragged.
“Everything you say is true. I can’t change how I feel about you,” Randy sighed.
“But you were still my brother’s wife and no matter how I feel about what you are and what you’ve done I have to respect that Drew loved you.”
“And you were right about what you said earlier. I did virtually kidnap you and make you do this shit. And I hate that I’m making the woman my brother loved do what I’m making you do.”
Sarah was about to speak but Randy put a finger to her lips.
“But there’s more. I’ve spent enough time with you now to know that you are decent person. A lovely person and I have treated you poorly since I first met you,” he said.
“But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to use you to do what we have to do,” he said levelly.
They held each other’s gaze for a while and then Sarah broke the tension by smiling.
“You really fucked up Randolph,” she grinned.
He looked at her quizzically.
“You just called me a woman.”
They both burst out laughing. They laughed for a while and then Randy stopped and became serious again.
He put his hands on her upper arms, just like he had earlier, and he looked deep in her eyes.
“You do what you have to do to get whatever you can out of this Hardon guy or whatever the fuck his name is. But you stay safe you understand. If you need me; I’ll be there in seconds ok?”
Sarah nodded.
He shook her gently.
“I mean it! Any sign of danger and you text or call. Don’t do anything tonight that is going to get you hurt ok?”
“Because you need me alive and kicking to find Stacy; I know,” Sarah replied.
“Yes. But also because I really don’t want to see you hurt,” he sighed, real concern evident in his voice and visible on his face.
“Besides, who’s going to make my coffee and fix my sandwiches,” he tried to joke.
Then he totally surprised Sarah. He pulled her to him and he hugged her awkwardly for a second and lightly kissed her cheek. Then he eased her away from him.
“Call the Hardon guy. Make the date. Find out what you can,” he said gruffly.
“His name is Jim Bellman,” Sarah replied.
“Whatever,” Drew said, biting into a sandwich.
“And don’t call me Randolph!” he yelled after her as she made her way to the bedroom to call Jim and change for her date.
Sarah had a limited wardrobe with her but when she came out wearing the same outfit she had worn to Bendy Wendy’s she still took Randy’s breath away.
The black cocktail dress with the plunging neckline and the hem that barely came to the top her thighs, slinky tan pantyhose, four-inch black high-heeled pumps and heavy makeup and gold costume jewellery made her look stunning.
“I’ve made it simple. The bar at the Embassy Suites near LAX,” she said.
“Check your phone is charged and let’s go,” Randy said.
They were mostly silent on the way to the hotel. The day had been an emotional roller coaster that neither of them wanted to ride again.
Randy dropped her at the entrance to hotel; the doorman came for the door.
“I’ll park and then I’ll wait in the foyer. I’ll be seconds away if you need me,” Randy stared ahead through the windshield.
Sarah glared at him.
“Don’t you dare come to the bar, or anywhere near me for that matter unless I call for you. Don’t you fuck this up. If Jim Bellman suspects I’m up to something he’s likely to tell Lyle or Tina and then we’re fucked,” she hissed and got out the Mustang.
Jim Bellman was waiting for her at the bar looking around expectantly. He almost missed her because she was unrecognisable compared to the hooker on set and the sans-makeup ‘Mrs Robinson’ he had shared cigarettes with in parking lot.
“Oh my god you look stunning!” he gushed as she sauntered up to him with a big smile on her face.
He took her hands and pecked her on each cheek and then lightly on the lips. Most of the men in the bar had watched her entrance and quite a few of those with dates had copped a kick under the table.
Sarah and Jim sat at the bar, he drinking a beer and she a cherry Coke.
“You don’t drink?” he enquired.
“Oh on the contrary. I drink like a fish when I drink. So I choose not to,” she smiled at him.
“But you don’t mind?” he gestured to his schooner of fine Australian larger.
“Not in the least,” she smiled again.
“Mmm. If you aren’t going to drink, how I am going to lower your defences and seduce you?” he grinned.
“You will have to reply on your good looks, charm and wit. Besides. Why do you need to seduce what you’ve already had?” she said dryly.
He looked hurt.
“What we did today isn’t what I want. I would like your friendship and trust and to see how it goes from there,” he replied.
“I told you I’m nearly twice your age,” Sarah sipped her Coke.
“And I told you I don’t care. I just care that I feel something for you and I think you might like me too and I want to see where this goes,” he took her hand and looked in her eyes.
“Ok? I think you have my friendship already so lets work on trust,” she looked at him levelly.
He nodded.
“You were reluctant to elaborate today but you insinuated that Xavier Productions might be using young girls against their will. It was certainly alluded to on the set when we were signing our releases,” Sarah took another sip.
“I told you that I didn’t even want to talk about that if we went on a date,” he said quite firmly.
“Well I do. So I guess its goodnight,” she made to get up from her stool and he took her arm and pressed her back down.
Jim looked around and surveyed the crowd.
“They have an outdoor smoking lounge. Through there,” he pointed with his chin towards double glass doors.
They picked up their drinks and he offered her his elbow and they went outside to the garden lounge which was fitted out with tasteful wicker chairs and tables with tea candles; coloured lanterns hung from the boughs of the trees and shrubs. They found a table in a quiet corner and lit cigarettes.
“Okay we can talk out here I guess. What do you want to know?” he asked, taking a long draught of his beer.
“What do you know about Xavier Productions engaging in illegal activities with young girls?” Sarah asked.
“Well it’s an open secret that Raffe Ignesman provides Lyle Brinkman with young runaways to perform in a lot of the productions. Sometimes we have to perform with them and it’s obvious they are drugged or performing against their will.”
“Most of the guys just convince themselves that it’s part of the act. Sometimes it gets very violent on those sets,” he drew on his cigarette.
“And?” Sarah suspected he had more.
“There are rumours, and these I can’t substantiate, that Raffe keeps the girls in a heavily guarded house and that he and Lyle prostitute them to sickos for exorbitant prices.”
“That’s all I know,” Jim stared down at his beer.
Sarah reached out and took his hand.
“Thanks for telling me Jim and thanks for not asking why I want to know,” she squeezed his hand and smiled at him.
“So do you trust me now?” he asked.
Sarah reached across and pulled him to her and kissed him. It was awkward kissing sitting and Jim lifted Sarah to her feet so he could kiss her properly; he pulled her to him, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately.
Sarah felt him harden through his trousers and she pressed against him. He dropped a hand to her behind and gently squeezed her buttocks. They were still sore but Sarah responded accordingly and slid her hand between their bodies and squeezed his tumescent penis through his slacks.
Jim broke the kiss and looked at her and smiled cheekily.
“I got a room just in case.”
“Just in case eh Jim?” she smiled back.
“Well it would be a pity to waste it so why don’t we retire,” she grinned.
They just made it inside the door before they started to kiss and tear at each other’s clothes. Sarah kicked off her high heels and unzipped her dress while Jim pulled off his shoes and sox. Jim pulled down Sarah’s dress while she ripped off his shirt and went to work on his jeans. She shucked out of her dress and Jim kicked off his jeans and they fell on each other on the bed.
Jim lay on top of Sarah and kissed her; she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him to her, his hot flesh felt wonderful against her bare torso, despite her bruising. He unclasped her bra and gently stroked her breasts, aware that that her nipples would be tender after the battering they took during the filming.
Sarah pulled Jim’s face down to her breasts.
“Be gentle,” she whispered.
And he was. He gently suckled her nipples with his lips and licked them with the tip of his tongue until they were erect.
“Hmm, lovely,” she sighed.
Sarah broke the kiss and eased herself from under Jim. He took the hint and lay back as Sarah licked and nipped at his belly working her way down until she came to the base of his semi-erect penis, which she engulfed and sucked and licked to full tumescence.
She ran her tongue along the shaft and then trilled the base of the glans, the sensitive fraenulum. This time Jim gasped and when he did she swallowed his cock all the way and began sucking on it, working her mouth up and down using her tongue to excite him.
When Jim couldn’t take any more without climaxing he eased her face from his groin and bought it to his so they could kiss and caress each other. She took his phallus in her hand and stroked it and he stroked her cock through her pantyhose and panties, feeling her panties become wet with her precum. His hand slid inside the waistband of her pantyhose and found her cock hard and dripping.
Sarah wanted to feel his hand on her erect penis so she gripped the waistband on her panties and hose and pushed them down her thighs.
Jim seized the opportunity and lowered his face to her groin and sucked Sarah’s hard cock. He slathered at her organ and licked the droplets of pre-seminal fluid as they leaked from the eye of her cock. Sarah writhed on the bed and held Jim’s head in her hands and bucked up and down, sliding her cock in and out of his mouth.
Jim sensed her climax approaching and he lifted his face from her groin and straddled her. Sarah raised her legs to assist him and guided his penis into her pre-lubricated sphincter. He kissed her long and hard as his throbbing member slid past her puckered entrance and deep inside her tight anus. Sarah locked her legs around Jim and rose to meet his thrusts.
They fucked.
They fucked and kissed and ground against each other and writhed and wriggled and moaned and groaned and came together.
“Fuck me Jim! Fuck me hard! Come in me honey!” Sarah gasped in his ear.
“Oh fuck yeah baby, your ass is so tight, I’m coming honey! I’m coming!” Jim moaned.
Jim drove his cock deep inside Sarah’s anus and ejaculated. Sarah felt him come and that triggered her own orgasm and she spurted hot semen against Jim’s belly as his cock jackhammered in and out of tight ass, his glans pushing on her prostate, eliciting her climax. They held each other tight as they came together and kissed each other passionately.
They clung to each other as the rapture of their orgasms slowly subsided and then they lay still, gasping and panting and kissing softly.
Jim extricated himself from Sarah’s long legs and rolled off her and lay beside her as the air conditioning cooled their sweaty bodies. Sarah kicked off her pantyhose and panties and dropped the tangled ball on the floor. They lay side by side naked, stroking each other occasionally and softly kissing. Sarah slowly drifted off to sleep, sated by the sex and exhausted after a long day.
She woke up some time later a little disorientated until she realised where she was and then she smiled. Jim had pulled the covers over her and she snuggled under the warm bedclothes for a minute and slid over into the warm patch Jim had vacated.
She lay smiling up at the ceiling and she heard a muffled voice. It was coming from the bathroom and she padded over there intending to surprise Jim with a kiss and a cuddle before using the bathroom and maybe, just maybe, going another round with the buff young man.
“Look Lyle I don’t have your cell so I’m leaving you this message on your landline. I just fucked that loopy old tranny broad who’s a friend of Tina’s but she was asking all sorts of questions about the young chicks and about Raffe Ignesman. She’s Tina’s BFF or something; but I just don’t know? She’s a great fuck for an old queen but she seems a bit bogus to me. I’ll talk to you tomorrow either before or after filming…I dunno, maybe I’m just a suspicious guy, but she don’t seem straight.”
“Fuck!” Sarah whispered and put a knuckle to her teeth.
She padded back to bed and hopped in; hoping she didn’t look too guilty. She heard the toilet flush and Jim came out beaming. He strode to the bed and lay down beside her and started kissing her.
“Hey babe. Play fair. You just went and now I gotta go. If you’re lucky we’ll go a second round when I come back,” she smiled at him.
“Maybe if you’re lucky,” he laughed back at her.
Sarah snatched up her purse on the way to the bathroom. She closed and locked the door and sat on the toilet and texted Randy.
‘I’m going to call. Please pick up as soon as I do.’
She peed and flushed the toilet and turned on the shower to assist in masking her voice as she called Randy who picked up on the first ring.
She told him what she had heard Jim say.
“Okay. Don’t panic. Two things. First I gotta take care of Jimbo and then we gotta erase that call,” Randy said.
“What do you mean ‘take care’?” Sarah sounded concerned.
“Not that! Just take him out of the picture until we’ve done what we have to do. Ok; here is what you do. You do whatever you gotta do to wrap things up and then you make sure that you leave with him. Insist he escort you to the parking lot. He doesn’t know I dropped you off right?” Randy asked.
“Good. You tell him you’re parked in the lot and can he escort you to your car or even offer him a ride home; whatever the fuck. Just get him in the parking lot and I’ll do the rest ok?”
“Ok,” Sarah replied.
“Text me when you’re about to leave the hotel room,” Randy broke the connection.
There was a rapping on the bathroom door.
“Hey what’s going on in there? Are you drowning or something?” Jim called through the door.
Sarah leapt in and out of the shower just to get wet and then opened the door standing before him naked and damp.
“Hey us special girls got some special cleaning to do if you know what I mean,” Sarah blushed.
“Well I don’t know why you bothered cause I’m just going to get it dirty again,” Jim grinned and picked her up and carried her to the bed.
They made love again; taking their time. Sarah’s heart wasn’t really in it but the Cialis she had taken earlier in the day was still in her system and she was able to put on a good act.
Jim proposed staying the night but Sarah said she definitely wanted to sleep in her own bed even though it was now way past midnight. While she was dressing she asked him to be a gentleman and escort her to her car.
“I might as well head out too. As we don’t have to be on set until mid afternoon I can sleep in at home,” Jim said as he dressed.
The gravel crunched under their feet as they walked through the lot. Sarah spotted Randy’s Mustang, the sodium-vapour lights reflected off the midnight blue paintwork.
As they got closer Jim whistled.
“Hey I love a girl who drives a muscle car. Hey that’s a Musta…” he stopped talking and fell to the ground.
Randy stood over Jim’s prone body with a hypodermic syringe in his gloved hand.
Sarah just stood there stunned as Randy clicked the remote and opened the trunk.
“Give me a hand. I’ll take his shoulders, lock your hands under his ankles and we’ll put him in the trunk,” Randy said.
Sarah stood rooted to the spot and Randy shook her.
“Hey!”
“Ok. Ok!” Sarah came out of her trance and with a lot of effort they finally got Jim into the trunk.
“Why couldn’t you date a weedy guy Sarah. That guy was heavy as fuck!” Randy said.
Sarah gave him a steely stare and Randy smiled and held his hands out, palms down.
“Joking! Just joking,” he grinned.
“Ok hop in and I’ll drop you back at the lobby. You get a cab back to the condo while I take care of Jimbo.”
“That’s twice you’ve said ‘take care of Jimbo’. What does that mean exactly?” she looked at him seriously.
“It means I take him to a guy who I will pay extremely well to keep old Jimbo here comfortable but safely out of the way until we conclude our business and only then do I tell him to let Jimbo go, ok?”
“Really?” Sarah looked at him questioningly.
“Really. Scout’s honor,” he chuckled.
“You were never a Scout,” she quipped.
“You were never a Princess,” he quipped back and she couldn’t help but smile.
Randy dropped Sarah at the curb at the hotel lobby and drove off into the night.
To be continued…
Although Sarah was nearly exhausted, she had no choice but to get up early to ensure she could get into Lyle Brinkman’s office and erase the message that Jim Bellman had left on Lyle’s answering machine.
Randy woke her with coffee and she bathed and fixed her makeup and decided to dress in the outfit she was going to wear for filming that afternoon. Her logic being it was the only way she could justify being on set so early, so that she could get Wardrobe and Makeup to ensure she met the Director, Todd Barrington’s, requirements for the scene.
The mauve satin blouse and short navy blue skirt were a tight but perfect fit. Sarah tottered on a pair of four-inch black high-heel pumps and under the outfit she wore red satin panties, a matching lacy bra and a pair of sheer, flesh-toned, hold-up stockings.
If Randy wasn’t wide awake before; he was wide awake when Sarah came out of her bedroom looking for more coffee.
“You know your stocking tops are visible,” he commented.
“Yeah. Nice of you to notice. Anyone would think I’m off to make a porn movie,” she replied sarcastically.
“Wow! Let me get you more coffee Miss grouch,” he teased her.
They sat side by side at the breakfast bar sipping coffee.
“Ok Sarah first thing first. Get to Lyle’s office and delete the message that good old Jimbo left. Then use this. Just plug it into his PC, it doesn’t even need to be switched on. This gismo will suck up the hard drive contents and everything else in a matter of minutes.”
He handed her a black box about the size of a packet of cigarettes. It had a small lead with a USB connector on the end.
“Along this edge a series of LEDs will light up, starting with flashing red at this end and then progressing to solid blue at this end. As soon as the solid blue light comes on, rip that puppy out of his PC and toss it in your bag. While it’s doing its thing, if you see any paperwork that looks at all interesting take some pictures with your phone ok?”
Sarah nodded and yawned.
Randy took her by the shoulders.
“Look at me Sarah!” he ordered.
“Stay alert. If it looks like you can’t get into his office without being seen, don’t do it. If it looks like someone is approaching, get the fuck out of there. Do not get caught ok?”
She smiled back at him and nodded.
“I have a shit excuse, if someone comes along I’ll say I’m looking for Tina. If it’s Lyle I’ll just have to play it by ear,” she said.
“See if you can think of something better. While you’re in the studios I’ll run that picture of the girl you took yesterday and see what I can find out. I’ll be close. Very close. I’ll keep a lookout for Lyle and I’ll text you if he or Tina turn up. I hope they don’t; but if they do well,” he opened his jacket and showed her a snub-nosed .38.
“If it gets to the stage where you need that it’s over for Stacy Patterson and for me,” Sarah said.
“It will be a last resort,” he smiled at her.
“My knight in shining armour,” Sarah leaned forward and kissed his cheek.
Randy inhaled her perfume; it made him a light-headed.
“My Ice Princess,” he kissed her cheek lightly.
She punched him in the arm.
“Yeah I know…don’t call you Ice Princess,” he grinned.
Sarah confidently pushed through the glass doors into the plush foyer of Xavier Productions. The attractive twenty-something receptionist in the designer dress and Jimmy Choo heels sat behind her chic glass desk, sliding a finger across her tablet. The tiny earpiece in her ear was obviously silent because she looked up as soon as Sarah entered the foyer.
“Hi Sarah,” she greeted Sarah like a close friend as opposed to someone she had met only twice before.
But she knew that Sarah was Tina’s best friend so she knew to treat Sarah accordingly.
“Hi honey, is Crystal in yet or Sally in Wardrobe? I just wanna make sure I’m fine for filming today,” Sarah said.
The receptionist scanned her slim tablet and looked a little quizzical.
“You’re not due on set until this afternoon,” she looked a little perplexed.
“Yeah I know but I’m a perfectionist and I just wanna get my look right, read my lines on set and then I can take a break until this afternoon,” Sarah smiled at the receptionist.
She hoped the receptionist was, as Sarah suspected, just eye-candy and as dumb as a sack full of hammers.
Which she was. She thought it was cute that the old tranny broad thought she was like in a real movie and needed to go to so much effort.
“Sure. Go on though Sarah; Crystal just got here but Sally won’t be in for at least an hour,” she smiled sweetly.
“Hey, that’s ok, I can shoot the shit with Crystal for a while,” Sarah smiled back.
The receptionist rolled her eyes. There was a saying at Xavier Productions that you’d rather shove pencils in your eyes than spend an hour talking to Crystal.
Sarah pushed through the sleek painted black door and entered the main office area. She breathed a sigh of relief and went straight down the corridor to Lyle’s office. There seemed to be very few employees at work and those who were, were on the sets, dressing and preparing them for the day’s filming. The offices seemed empty; the only noise was soft rock music coming from a radio down in Makeup.
She took one more look up and down the corridor and then entered Lyle’s office and closed the door softly behind her. She considered locking it but realised that would just look too suspicious if someone caught her.
She went straight to Lyle’s phone and saw a digital readout on the answering machine flashing the figure 3. Sarah adjusted the volume to minimum and hit play. The first two messages were business related but of no interest to her. The third message came from Jim Bellman.
‘Look Lyle I don’t have your cell so I’m leaving you this message on your landline. I just fucked that loopy old tranny broad who’s a friend of Tina’s but she was asking all sorts of questions about the young chicks and about Raffe Ignesman. She’s Tina’s BFF or something; but I just don’t know? She’s a great fuck for an old queen but she seems a bit bogus to me. I’ll talk to you tomorrow either before or after filming…I dunno, maybe I’m just a suspicious guy, but she don’t seem straight.’
“Loopy old tranny broad am I?” she hissed.
“Well I hope Randy’s friend is kicking your ass now and then while he keeps you locked up.”
Sarah deleted the message and fidgeted with the answering machine until she figured out how to make the other messages appear ‘unread’ and the figure 2 flashed on the machine. She turned the volume back up and left it alone.
Sarah took the gismo out of her purse and slammed the USB connector into one of the USB ports on Lyle’s PC. The LEDs started flashing red and after about twenty seconds it changed to flashing amber. Sarah hoped the gismo wouldn’t take too long to download all the data.
Randy was working his laptop in his car whilst keeping a lookout across from the entrance to Xavier Productions but when trying to do two jobs at once; neither gets done properly.
Lyle slid though the entrance door unseen by Randy.
Sarah was leaning over the desk trying to find something worthwhile amongst the scattered papers when Lyle burst through the door to his office.
He was greeted by the sight of Sarah’s shapely behind clad in that short skirt clinging to her buttocks, the hem resting at the top of her thighs displaying her stocking tops. Her long, sexy legs clad in sheer hosiery were a delight to behold.
“Well how lucky am I?” Lyle beamed.
“If that ass doesn’t belong to Sarah Carter; I’ll be goddamned,” he grinned.
Sarah was startled but she kept her wits about her. Rather than jumping up and turning around, she arched her head so that her derriere remained on display and her pretty face beamed at Lyle.
“Oh my! Mister Brinkman! You’ve caught me in the act,” she smiled seductively at him.
Sarah’s mind was racing. She had two priorities. One, recover the gismo before Lyle saw it and two, think of a legitimate reason to be in Lyle’s office.
“And what act is that?” Lyle sauntered into the office to better appraise Sarah’s ass.
“I was actually laying in wait for you…figuratively speaking of course,” she grinned at him.
Lyle sidled up to his desk and hoisted himself up so that he sat facing the door. Sarah glided up to him so that she was standing between his legs. Her blouse was open revealing her modest but pert breasts cupped in the red lace bra. She smiled when she saw he was quite taken with them.
“Sooo…Sarah…best friend of Tina…what does bring you to my office so early in the day?” his eyes remained locked on her breasts.
“Well first off; yes Tina is my best friend and as you know we sometimes share things…like each other,” Sarah sidled up to Lyle and rubbed against him like a cat.
“Doesn’t mean we can’t share other things,” she blew seductively in his ear.
“And what would sharing ‘things’ with me cost?” he grinned.
Sarah pouted and playfully slapped his shoulder.
“What makes you think I want something in return?” she rubbed against him and placed his hand on her ass.
“I’m married to Tina; I know you trans girls are no different to genetic women. You always want something in return,” he squeezed her buttock.
“Well you know I’m working here because I’m broke and a girl always needs more money. A little bird told me you might have other revenue streams in which I could invest; if you know what I mean?” Sarah wriggled her ass and kissed the side of Lyle’s mouth.
He took his hand off her ass and held her away from him at arms length.
“Who told you what?” he glared at her.
Sarah remembered what she had said to Randy before she went to Bendy Wendy’s to meet Tina: ‘usually the best lies are just fabrications of the truth’.
“I had a date with Jim Bellman last night and he said that he thinks you are running call girls or some sort of brothel,” Sarah said.
She pouted again and slinked against him.
“Did he now? Jim shouldn’t be talking about things that don’t concern him,” Lyle said.
“But they do concern me Lyle. If it’s true and if you think I might be able to work in that area of your business,” she smiled at him.
“Well it turns out I might be looking for someone with your special attributes. I usually use Tina to host my special parties but she has another appointment tonight apparently. You might have to offer up your ass though,” he explained.
“So???” Sarah rubbed against him and put his hands back on her buttocks.
“Ok, leave your number and you keep your phone on. I might have a job for you later,” he grinned.
“So now…where, were we?” his face lit up with lust.
“Well I was bent over your desk like this,” Sarah resigned herself.
She bent over the desk and raised her ass, presenting herself to Lyle.
“Mmm,” he positioned himself behind her and squeezed her buttocks.
Sarah felt him lift her skirt and his fingers stroked the globes of her ass through her red satin panties. She wriggled her buttocks invitingly.
She heard Lyle unzip in the silence.
“This will have to be quick,” Lyle said breathlessly.
Sarah reached behind herself and pulled her panties down far enough to expose her tight puckered bud. Lyle reached around her and unbuttoned her blouse and freed her breasts from the cups of her bra. He squeezed them and although they were still tender from yesterday, her nipples hardened and she gasped.
Lyle placed his hands on her shoulders and positioned his cock in her tight crinkle and slowly pushed forward as he pulled back on her shoulders.
Sarah concentrated on loosening her sphincter as Lyle buried his cock in her anus right up to the hilt; his groin pressed against her buttocks. Sarah had to admit that this was in fact her favourite position as the man’s penis pressed against her prostate and she sighed accordingly.
“Mmm, fuck me darling,” Sarah pushed back.
Lyle went back to fondling her tits as he fucked her, burying his cock deep in her anus and then pulling it out so that the just the glans remained inside her sphincter.
Sarah reached inside the front of her panties and freed her cock from its gaff and began to stroke it as Lyle began to fuck her with long hard strokes.
Sarah knew it was going to be a quickie but she had to admit it felt so damn good and she squeezed and stroked her penis to full tumescence as Lyle fucked her and squeezed her breasts.
“Oh…Yesss!” Sarah felt Lyle orgasm and he pulled her back hard against him and ground his groin into her soft buttocks.
Her spend splattered on the floor as Lyle emptied himself inside her. He pushed her down on the desk and jackhammered away at her as he ejaculated the last of his load.
Sarah’s breasts were flattened on the desk as he held her down and her thighs dug into the table but the hard fucking was still felt incredibly intense and satisfying. She wanked herself harder, splattering more semen against the desk and she moaned with lust.
“Oh god that is good!” she hissed quietly; aware that they didn’t want to attract any attention.
Lyle gave her a few hard thrusts to release the last of his issue and then pulled out. His warm semen began to dribble from Sarah’s anus and she reached for a handful of tissues from a dispenser on the desk and wiped between her legs.
Lyle took a handful of tissues too and dabbed at his deflating erection.
“I’ll use the ensuite first toots, then you can clean up. I’ll be quick,” he smirked.
As soon as he entered his little office toilet Sarah unplugged the gismo and dropped it in her purse; all the time holding her skirt up away from her semen splattered thighs and dribbling anus. She thought she must look a real sight standing in the office holding her skirt up, with her panties around the top of her thighs and blouse unbuttoned and her tits hanging out.
“Fucking Randy? Some lookout he is!” she giggled to herself.
That said, she realised this could have gone horribly wrong but it all tuned out ok; so be it!
Lyle came out and winked at Sarah and waved his hands at his ensuite. She handed him a post-it with her cell number on it.
“Hurry please Sarah; if Tina turns up now I’m not so sure she will necessary agree with your interpretation of sharing,” he smirked.
He still couldn’t help but playfully spank her bottom as she squeezed past him.
Sarah found some moistened towelettes and cleaned herself up. Lyle hadn’t even kissed her in his rush to fuck her so she didn’t have to fix her makeup. She smoothed her skirt, popped her tits back in the cups of her bra, and buttoned and straightened her blouse.
Sarah stepped out of Lyle’s ensuite and kissed him on the cheek.
“Thanks babe,” she smiled at him.
“Keep that phone on Sarah; like I said I might have something right up your alley, if you’ll pardon the pun,” he laughed at his own joke.
Sarah smiled along with him but the smirk left her face when she left his office.
She made her way down to Makeup and then to Wardrobe and both Crystal and Sally was surprised to see her, although Crystal still managed to bend her ear for half an hour while she touched up Sarah’s makeup. Sally tut-tutted and gave Sarah a pernicious look when she saw some small semen stains on her skirt and panties. She replaced the offending items.
“Try and keep your clothes free of bodily fluids before filming this afternoon,” Sally admonished her.
Sarah only went down to the set to justify being in Xavier Productions but unfortunately for her Todd Barrington the Director was on set.
“Just the girl I’m looking for! I’ve re-read the script and I think it’s a bit light on for sex so I’ve re-written this afternoon’s pages,” he grinned.
Sarah paled and waited to see what was coming.
“You’re still too bruised from yesterday to do naked stuff so I’m going to have Harden and his business associate push you around a bit and force you to have sex with them. Nothing too heavy, just a spit roast while you’re still fully clothed. Some of our customers really like the fully-clothed thing and of course a trans secretary is fetish heaven,” he smirked.
“Super; I can hardly wait,” Sarah said sardonically.
“Ok Sarah; I’ll see you at two this afternoon,” Todd said and wandered off to another set to direct another movie.
Sarah was not overjoyed by the news but she was pragmatic enough to know that if you worked in the pornography industry, you were likely to get fucked, very often.
She called Randy and met him outside in the car park.
“Some knight in shining armour you turned out to be,” she punched him in the arm.
“What?” he rubbed his upper arm.
“Our friend Lyle Brinkman got right past you and caught me in his office,” Sarah scolded him.
She had decided to make no mention of her letting him fuck her; that would likely rile Randy.
“It’s ok. My lame excuse worked and I’m waiting for him to call me with a hooking job,” she said.
“A hooking job?” Randy asked.
“Let’s go home and get some coffee and talk there,” Sarah said.
They sipped coffee at the breakfast bar.
“The girl you saw in the corridor is Carley Jenkins; she’s been missing for nearly two months,” Randy said, pointing to the screen where a missing person’s mugshot of Carley was displayed.
“The gismo has everything from Lyle’s computer. Good girl,” he smiled at Sarah and she smiled back.
“I’ll go though it this afternoon while you are filming. You should be safe at Xavier Productions on your own this afternoon; you’re doing nothing sneaky. Now what’s this bullshit about a hooking job?”
“I asked Lyle if what Jim Bellman had told me was true and for all intents and purposes he admitted it. He admitted that Xavier Productions is running prostitution on the side but he never went into any details. He just offered me a job this evening,” Sarah didn’t quite tell the truth but she didn’t lie either.
“When and where?” Randy looked very serious.
“He didn’t say. He just said to keep my phone nearby and wait for a call,” Sarah replied.
“I’m not sure I approve of this,” Randy glowered.
Sarah guffawed.
“So you approve of me making pornographic movies with total strangers and rekindling a sexual relationship with an old girlfriend but a bit of prostitution makes you queasy,” Sarah cackled.
“You know what I mean. If I don’t know where you’re going how can I protect you?” he looked a little peeved.
“Like you always do,” she leaned forward and pecked his cheek.
“Come on; take me to work,” she grinned.
“They’re just filming those what do you call them? Establishing scenes?” Drew asked as he drove.
“Yes. For god sake I won’t even be taking my clothes off,” Sarah justified what she said as not really lying because Todd told her she would be fucked fully clothed.
On set there was anger and mayhem. Harden Swollen otherwise known as Jim Bellman had not turned up to work and was unable to be contacted.
“Fucking talent. Ok we film it this way….” Tod went on to explain that Harden’s business associate would come to the office, chat up the secretary and when she turned down his advances he would forced himself on her.
The janitor from yesterday’s scene would burst in on them and join in.
And that’s how they filmed it with the same inane dialogue. The businessman slapped Sarah across the face and he didn’t quite pull the slap properly and it actually dazed her.
She tottered on her feet and the business man threw her into the desk and she grabbed it for support. He spanked her ass and then pulled up her skirt and spanked her again. Sarah cried out in pain and it was not feigned.
“Great! Great! Keep it up,” Todd yelled delighted at Sarah’s ‘acting’.
The businessman pulled down Sarah’s panties and Todd got them to freeze while they took closeups of her cherry-red buttocks and then closeups of him spanking her bottom. Sarah writhed in pain and Todd loved the action.
A fluffer came in and fellated Sarah; she had taken two Cialis earlier and she needed them because she was in pain and wouldn’t have got hard without them. The fluffer used a plastic syringe to fill her anus with lubricant.
When she was erect Todd called action and the businessman pushed Sarah back against the desk and slammed his erection into her anus. He gripped her hips and fucked her for what seemed like an eternity to Sarah, as Todd called freeze again while he shifted camera angles.
Finally he introduced the janitor into the scene. The janitor took Sarah’s hands off the desk and forced her to hang onto his hips while he guided his penis into her mouth. She fellated him while the businessman fucked her. Again Todd extended her agony; getting the actors to freeze while he switched more camera angles.
Finally they were ready for the money shot and the businessman fucked her hard and fast and Sarah sensed him coming and dutifully bucked back against him while slavering on the janitors cock. The businessman pulled out and sprayed his semen all over her ass and once they had all the takes they wanted of that, they got the janitor to pull out of Sarah’s mouth and come all over her face.
As usual they asked the PAs and cameramen to contribute and Sarah had to put up with the indignity of several penises ejaculating on her ass and her face while Todd filmed the closeups.
The last scene was of Sarah lying on the floor covered in semen masturbating herself to orgasm. The final indignity was that the businessman and the janitor urinated all over her while she ejaculated on herself.
“And cut! And that’s a wrap people,” Todd called.
A PA raced over with towels and the obligatory fluffy white robe.
Sarah spent at least half an hour under the hottest water she could stand before she could face the world. She had bought a change of underwear, a pair of skinny jeans, a blouse and a jacket and some flat shoes. A PA had taken away the piss and semen soaked clothes from the set.
She went down to Makeup and was glad that Crystal was busy preparing three bimbos for their scenes in another production so Sarah was able to fix her own makeup and leave.
She was limping a little when Randy picked her up out front but the look on Sarah’s face warned him against making any comment. He doubted she had just been filming ‘establishing scenes’ and he was angry. Not with Sarah but with himself.
She sipped a coke and he a beer as they once again sat at the breakfast bar looking at the screen of his computer.
“Xavier Productions aren’t making a cent from their online porn business. They’re just about breaking even once you take out all their expenses,” Steve explained.
Sarah scanned the rows of figures. Sarah was no dummy, she had an MBA and a Masters of Financial Engineering.
“But they are making huge profits from somewhere else,” she murmured, her fingernail tracing columns of figures on the screen.
“Yeah. Look at this,” Randy bought up another spreadsheet.
“Jesus Randy! That is a lot of money, even if its being made from prostitution,” Sarah stared at the screen.
“I think it’s worse than that. These profits here from ‘miscellaneous sales’. What do you think they may be?” Randy said ominously.
“Not cum-stained stained panties or recycled fetish clothing that’s for sure,” Sarah replied.
“Maybe the rumours about selling the young girls to men of substantial wealth are true?” she continued.
“That’s what I’m hoping to find out tonight,” Sarah said.
“You’re not leaving us much time to plan,” Randy was concerned.
Sarah ignored him.
“Did you find anything in there about Raffe’s co called ‘heavily guarded safe house’ where Jim said he might be keeping the girls. I’m hoping that’s where they get the girls to do their ‘entertaining’” Sarah searched the screen.
“They’ve been careful but they must have got too comfortable making too much money too easy because I’ve been reading email strings between Lyle and Raffe where they refer to: ‘the safe house’. Those idiots let down their guard,” Randy smiled.
“And?” Sarah looked expectantly at Randy.
“I found some invoices for deliveries. Food, booze, other stuff; all to same address. Can you believe it, it’s not far from Dodgers Stadium tucked away in Cypress Park. Here check it out.”
Randy bought up Google Maps and they looked at the satellite plan and then the street view.
“We don’t know for sure if that’s where Lyle wants you to work tonight but I can’t think of anywhere else, unless he intends to use you as a call girl, but that seems unlikely,” Randy said.
“Get your coat and lets go for a drive and check this place out. I want to know as much about it as we can before I let you go into that place.”
“Is that an omen or what?” Sarah pointed and began to laugh.
The ‘safe house’ was across the road from the Cypress Park Branch Library.
From the road, at first glance it looked just like any suburban house but if you looked closer, as Randy and Sarah did, there were certain things about it that weren’t quite right. All the windows had security screens, as did the front door which not only had a security screen but the patio was enclosed with high steel fencing with a heavy steel door set in it.
A thug in a suit, wearing sunglasses, stood guard on the patio. He looked alert and well trained. A trip around the side alley revealed the same set up at the back door. Sarah recognised the guard as the guy who had been escorting Carley Jenkins down the corridor at Xavier Productions.
“Fuck! I don’t like it Sarah. We’ve no idea what the layout is like inside and going online won’t help; you can bet it’s been gutted and modified from the plans posted with the County Commissioner. And we have no idea how many guys are inside,” Randy said.
“Yeah you’re right Randy. If I get the call tonight and this is the venue; I can take the job and check the place out for a later attempt at retrieving the girls,” Sarah said.
“What girls? We’re getting paid to rescue Stacy Patterson not Carley Jenkins,” Randy said tersely.
“You’re being paid to rescue Stacy Patterson. I’m not being paid for anything and I’m not coming out of that house without both those girls!” Sarah huffed.
“We’ll see,” Randy picked up his binoculars and looked over the house again.
“Let’s get back to the condo,” he said.
Sarah waited expectantly for her phone to ring or to receive a text but she’d had nothing by six PM and was worried that Lyle might not contact her.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Randy slammed his fists down on the counter top.
“What?” Sarah came running over.
“Fuck! I was looking at the gismo again and I followed a link that took me to the dark web,” he explained.
“Dark web?” Sarah looked perplexed.
“The dark web is a secret part of the Internet that has a few special websites that can only be accessed through certain gateways by certain people who know how to get there. You can buy anything from drugs, to weapons, to stolen goods and even…if you look here, people,” Randy said disgustedly.
On a webpage was a picture of Stacy Patterson and another of Carley Jenkins beside her. Underneath their pictures were listed the girls vital statistics. But above each picture, more ominously, was a counter with a $ sign in front of it. It currently displayed $100,000 above Stacy and $90,000 above Carley. As they watched Carley’s counter advanced to $100,000.
Even more ominously there was a counter in the bottom right corner that was counting down and currently displayed: 00:40:15, then it ticked over to: 00:40:00.
“Is that what I think it is,” Sarah was horrified.
“Yes. Above their pictures are the bids and that clock indicates the auction closes in forty minutes,” Randy said gravely.
“Do something! Make it crash! Make a bid! For fuck sake do something Randy!” Sarah screamed.
“I can’t. I can’t get past this page. I need a secure crypto key which I guess you have to buy from Raffe and or Lyle,” he explained.
“Oh my god!” Sarah cried.
Just then Sarah’s phone buzzed with an incoming text. It was from Lyle and advised Sarah to be at the Cypress Park address that she and Randy had cased, at ten PM. She would be provided with clothes and a professional makeup service and would be hosting a small gathering beginning at midnight.
She and Randy watched helplessly as the clock on the screen ticked down. Bidding on Stacy ceased at $115,000 and on Carley at $100,000. The screen went blank momentarily then it lit up again:
‘Xavier Ladies coming again soon to this site. Special girls at special prices for discerning gentlemen. Check out some of the beauties already sold on this site’
Below the text were thumbnails of what were obviously girls that had been auctioned on the site before. They were all dressed provocatively either in sexy lingerie, as little girls in school uniforms, baby-doll pyjamas, or cosplay outfits.
Sarah felt sick.
“So I’m guessing you’re going to be hostess for Lyle and Raffe and the creeps who are coming to buy the girls,” Randy surmised.
“But why? Why don’t they just meet up and exchange the girls for cash?” Sarah asked.
“I hate to say it but I’m guessing it’s going to be a ‘try before you buy’ type deal,” Randy shook his head.
Sarah shivered.
“Ok lets not worry about things we cannot change. Let’s get a plan going; as best we can,” Randy said.
Sarah showered and changed. When she came back to the living room Randy had all his gear laid out.
A pelican case held a pneumatic rifle, gas charges, and hypodermic rounds.
“This stuff is the same stuff I used on our friend Jimbo Bellman. Knocked him out cold almost immediately,” Randy explained.
“Now be careful. This vial contains the same drug. You slip two drops into the guys drinks when you get the chance. Try to get them all at once if you can. You call me as soon as you have done it and I’ll take out the goons on the doors and come around back. I’ll expect you to get out of the back door and I’ll be waiting for you, ok?”
Sarah nodded.
“We don’t know exactly how this is going to go down. Your safety is paramount. If we can’t save Stacy here, we will have to figure out something else,” Randy said.
“What if the buyers are taking them overseas?” Sarah sounded stressed.
Randy just shrugged and looked at the floor.
The rest of his bag of tricks, a night vision device, a policeman’s torch, handcuffs, a leather cosh and his snub-nose .38 were layed out on the counter top. He checked and double checked every item.
Randy dropped Sarah at the house in Cypress Park just before ten PM and drove around the block and took up station where he could see the house but not be seen himself.
The guy on the front porch spoke into his wrist and put a finger to his ear and nodded. He came over to the steel bars.
“You Sarah Carter?” he asked.
Sarah nodded and the guy let her onto the porch. He locked the security door behind her and then opened the security screen on the front door and let her into the house.
“Hey Babe,” Lyle kissed Sarah on the cheek and led her into a well appointed lounge room and then down a corridor to a suite of bedrooms.
“Through here. Sally will dress you and Crystal will do your makeup. They’re doing a couple of other girls too. They’ll be playing tonight as well babe,” Lyle slapped her ass as he pushed her toward one of the bedroom doors.
Sarah cringed at his touch now that she knew for sure he was a flesh peddler.
Stacy Patterson and Carley Jenkins were sitting side by side on a bed. They were dressed in matching sheath dresses that were split to the top of their thighs. Stacy’s was vivid green and Carley’s was azure blue. The dresses had plunging necklines and the girls were showing a lot of decolletage. Their legs were sheathed in glossy, flesh-toned hose, sheer to the waist, and their feet shod in silver high-heeled pumps. Their hair was piled high and their makeup perfect.
They were both stoned and looked if they hardly knew where they were; obviously kept that way so they would be docile and behave.
Crystal was surprisingly quiet and fixed Sarah’s makeup and hair exactly like the girls and then she and Sally helped her into a red sheath dress just like Stacy and Carley’s. She slid into a pair of sheer to the waist pantyhose, no panties to spoil the lines of the figure hugging dress, and she slipped into the silver heels and Sally fussed around her until she was perfect.
“I hate this part of the job,” Crystal said.
“Me too but it pays,” Sally replied.
Crystal and Sally packed up quickly and left.
Lyle came into the bedroom and checked out the women.
“Great! Fucking marvellous,” he grinned.
“Ok Sarah, here’s the deal. You act as hostess for Raffe and I. Two Russian guys, Alexei and Dmitriy will be arriving soon and they won’t be fucking around.”
“Look after them, pour them drinks and offer them horderves, canapes and shit. Light their cigarettes. Fucking blow them if they ask for it. Treat them like kings.”
“They’re going to want to spend time with the girls. That shouldn’t be a problem as you can see the girls have just enough dope in them to keep them compliant but they will still fuck like rabbits when the time comes.”
“You get a grand in cash and you keep your mouth shut. You don’t even tell Tina ok?” he smiled at her.
Sarah nodded.
“I need to hear it babe.”
“Yes,” Sarah said.
“You do good and you not only get some more parts in my video productions, you can work that fanny for a profit and maybe do this again ok?” he grinned.
Sarah was revolted but she smiled and said yes please.
Sarah and Lyle led Stacy and Carley out into the lounge and arranged them provocatively on the couch ensuring they showed plenty of tit and leg. Sarah saw Raffe Ignesman for the first time in over twenty years. He was still rake thin and wore a tight fitting expensive suit.
“Hey Sarah. Long time no see,” he grinned like a fox.
“Hey Raffe,” she forced a smile.
“Ok doll, pour us all a drink,” Lyle said.
Sarah poured them all vodka neat but she splashed hers in the sink at the wet bar while they weren’t looking and filled her glass with club soda. They had just lit cigarettes when the door opened and two men with sharp Slavic features entered the room.
Lyle and Raffe fawned over them. There was much shaking of hands and introductions were made. Raffe led them over to the wet bar.
Sarah stayed behind the bar and poured large measures of vodka and offered both men a plate of canapes.
“We have not come to drink and eat. Maybe after. What we want are on the sofa right there. I will take the blonde and Dmitriy will take the brunette,” Alexei said in a thick Russian accent.
Lyle and Raffe helped the girls to their feet and the Russians took them down the corridor to the bedroom suites. Sarah was ready to throw up. She had the vial of sedative hidden in her bosom but no one was drinking except Lyle and Raffe. She needed the Russians to drink too. She had noticed they both had holstered pistols inside their expensive suit jackets.
“I guess we just wait then?” Lyle said.
Raffe shot Sarah a glance and looked her up and down.
“Is it ok if I fuck the old tranny cooze while we wait?” he asked Lyle.
“Why not. She’s doing fuck all else at the moment,” Lyle replied.
Raffe took Sarah by the elbow and briskly walked her down the passageway to a vacant bedroom.
“I’ve always wanted to fuck you, you know. Way back when I saw you at that party at Bendy Wendy’s.
Raffe pushed Sarah towards the king size bed and slammed the door.
Sarah decided that the most expeditious way to deal with Raffe was to get him off as soon as possible so she could be in a position to help the girls when they came out of the bedrooms with the Russians. Instead of fighting Raffe off she invited him to take her.
She lay on the bed ensuring her nylon sheathed legs were on display for Raffe and gave him a sultry look of desire, licking her lips and tossing her hair. She noted the bulge in the front of tight suit and she scooted forward, sat on the edge of the bed and dutifully unzipped him.
His cock was huge. Long, thick and meaty. Sarah opened her mouth wide and took his glans into her mouth and slathered at it with her tongue while she sucked on it. Raffe grabbed her head and forced as much of his cock as he could into Sarah’s mouth until she began to gag.
“Suck it bitch! Suck my cock!” He grunted and fucked her face.
Sarah had one hand on his shaft and the other on his scrotum, sucking and slathering his hard cock trying to invoke his orgasm.
“Fuck you are good at this,” Raffe smirked as he felt his orgasm approaching.
“Mmm I wanna come, but not like this,” he moaned.
He pushed Sarah’s face off his cock and pushed her down prone on the bed. He wrestled with her tight dress until he managed to ruck the skirts up high enough for him to get at her.
“Naughty bitch, no panties,” he smiled solicitously.
Sarah pulled her legs up to allow Raffe access to her anus. Her pantyhose were so tight she hadn’t gaffed and when Raffe slit open the gusset of her pantyhose with his fingernail, her member fell free and her puckered pink wrinkle was exposed.
Raffe climbed on her and positioned his cock at the entrance to her anus and he pushed forward as his face closed on her and he kissed her. Sarah kissed him back and wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck and raised her buttocks off the bed to meet his thrusts.
They fucked hard, Raffe sliding his cock deep inside Sarah as they kissed and pawed at each other. As much as Sarah was disgusted with Raffe, and her incredible need to get this over with as soon as possible so she could help the girls, she couldn’t fight her body’s responses.
Raffe was actually an accomplished lover and he knew how to use that weapon of his and how to hit her ‘sweet spot’ and drive her wild with desire. Sarah’s cock was throbbing and dripping precum.
Finally, Sarah felt Raffe’s orgasm approaching, as was her own. He drove his tongue into her mouth and they kissed passionately as Sarah’s heels raked his back. He drove her hips into the bed and fucked her hard and came deep inside her, grinding the head of huge cock against her prostate triggering Sarah’s climax. She managed to grab a handful of bedclothes and stuff them between their bodies so that her seed spilled on the sheets and not on their clothes.
Raffe leapt off her as soon as he’d finished ejaculating. He wiped himself on the bed linen and zipped up. As he put on his jacket he turned to her.
“I’ll talk to Lyle and make this a regular thing. I wanna spend more time with you; you have possibilities,” he grinned.
Sarah felt sick and thought she might vomit but she kept her composure and cleaned herself up and pulled down her dress and smoothed it. There was one tiny droplet of semen drying on the red satin but nothing noticeable. She scampered down to the dressing room and quickly fixed her makeup.
She fixed a smile on her face and came back out into the lounge and took her station behind the bar. Lyle gave her a solicitous look which she would have loved to have been able to smash off his face.
Alexei and Dmitriy came out of their bedrooms half dragging Stacy and Carley whose dresses where disarranged, makeup ruined and hair in disarray.
“Girls are ok. They will perform better when we flush the drugs out of them. A little fighting is good when fucking yes,” Alexei sneered.
“We will make the deal,” he grinned evilly.
Sarah seized the moment and poured four large vodkas. She slipped two droplets from the vial that Randy had given her into each drink
“Gentlemen. Shall we seal the deal with a drink?” Sarah handed out the drinks.
“Wait, wait, wait! The pretty hostess doesn’t have a drink,” Alexei smiled and poured a tumbler of Vodka and handed it to Sarah.
“You will make the toast,” he grinned at her.
Sarah had no choice.
“Na Zdorovie,” she raised the glass and the knocked it back, the alcohol burned all the way down her throat.
The Russians were impressed with her pronunciation.
“Nostrovia,” Lyle and Raffe laughed and clinked their glasses against the Russians.
The narcotic was fast acting and within seconds all four fell to the floor. Sarah whipped out her phone and called Randy, who answered on the first ring.
“Go! Go! Go!” she screamed into the phone.
Randy already had the thug at the front door in his sights and his pneumatic rifle gave a ‘phut’ and the thug fell like a sack of potatoes. The wheels of his powerful Mustang spun as he fishtailed around the corner to the back of the house and he pulled into the driveway. He had dismantled the stock and his pneumatic rifle was now effectively a long barrelled pistol. Randy deliberately parked with his high beams lighting up the back porch and the guard there shielded his eyes with his hand.
The guard unlocked the patio security door and approached Randy.
“Hey! You can’t park here!” the guard snarled, his hand sliding inside his jacket searching for his gun.
‘Phut’. Randy shot him through the window and leapt out the car as the thug fell to ground.
Sarah ran over to Stacy and Carley and tried to drag them to their feet. Both girls were sedated and responded slowly.
“Come on! Come on! We gotta get out of here!” she screamed.
The girls looked startled and confused but seemed unable to help themselves. Sarah managed to get both of them to their feet and they clung to each other but were reluctant to move. Given what they had just experienced Sarah could understand their reluctance to go return to the back of the house where the bedrooms were.
“Fuck!” Sarah put Stacy’s arm around her neck and she put her own arm around Stacy’s shoulders and half walked, half dragged her down the corridor towards the back door.
It flew open and Randy was standing there looking excited, his eyes darting everywhere and he was breathing heavy. He had his .38 out ready.
“Come on Sarah! Come on!” he yelled.
Sarah pushed, cajoled, and dragged Stacy down the corridor and Randy reached out for her and hoisted Stacy up and threw her over his shoulders. He had her in a fireman’s carry.
“Lets go! Lets go!” he yelled.
“I’m going back for Carley!” Sarah screamed at him.
Randy was halfway to the Mustang with Stacy over shoulders. He spun around.
“No! No! No!” they’re big fucking guys Sarah.
“I don’t know how long that shit will keep them down!”
But it was too late, Sarah had gone back inside.
Sarah grabbed Carley and put her arms around her shoulders and hauled her down the corridor. Carley stumbled and Sarah began to drag her.
Sarah looked up and saw a shape at the other end of the corridor. He was unsteady on his feet but he was pointing a gun her way.
“You loopy tranny cunt!” Ruffe screamed.
He fired a clumsy, mistimed shot that bought down plaster on Sarah and Carley heads.
Sarah shoved Carley in front of her, shielding Carley with her own body while she pushed her down the corridor towards the door.
Randy’s shape filled the doorway and he grabbed Carley and threw her over his shoulder as he had done with Stacy. He reached out for Sarah and took her hand as Raffe unloaded a wild volley of shots.
“Come on! Come on!” Randy screeched as he pulled Sarah along with him.
The back door of the Mustang was open and he dropped Carley to the ground and shoved her in the back of the car. Carley found Stacy and they clung to each other on the back seat as Randy kicked the door shut and Sarah jumped into the front passenger seat.
Randy thew himself into the driver’s seat and took off with a squeal of tires and a spray of gravel as the V8 howled in protest. Randy’s door slammed shut when the car straightened up and sped off down the road.
“We fucking did it! We fucking did it!” he howled and punched the roof.
Randy took a quick look over into the back seat and saw that the two girls were hugging each other and crying, but they were safe. He took a series of turns down the suburban streets and eased off the gas.
“Hey we did it Sarah!
Sarah lay back in the passenger seat a fixed grin on her face.
“Yeah Randy we did it.”
Randy checked the rear vision mirror and was happy that they were not being followed.
He looked over at Sarah who was now slumped in her seat and the smile on his face slowly dissipated.
Sarah was still smiling but she coughed and a bright red foam gushed from her lips.
“We did it Randy. We saved them,” blood was running from the corner of her mouth and down her chin.
Randy pulled over, skidding the tires.
‘Sarah! Sarah! Sarah!” he shrieked.
Sarah lifted her hands. They had been crossed across her stomach. Randy hadn’t noticed before because of the colour of her dress, but a large red stain was spreading from under her right breast down to her belly.
Sarah stared ahead, her eyes were fixed and dilated, she had a beatific smile on her blood-red lips.
She uttered one last word.
“Drew?”
And then darkness took her.
Sloane Patterson, Stacy Patterson and Steve Patterson stood in front of the headstone. Sloane was crying and bought a handkerchief to her face to dry her eyes, as did Stacy.
Steve Patterson had never met the woman buried in the grave and his eyes remained dry.
“I never knew her but I know I owe her so much,” Stacy sobbed.
Sloane pulled her daughter to her and hugged her and the three of them stood staring at the headstone on the bitterly cold winter’s day.
Randy Carter stood in a grove of oaks watching the family from a distance. The hypocrisy; especially coming from Sloane was not lost on him. He cursed Sloane and Steve Patterson bitterly and walked away towards his car.
Sloane, Stacy, and Steve turned their backs on the headstone and left it to the snowdrift that was building up against it. The dates of the birth and death of the interred were already obscured by snow but the rest of the engraving on the gravestone remained visible in the weak light.
‘Amanda Grayson. Beloved Mother of Sloane and Grandmother of Stacy ~ Forever Loved and Dearly Missed’
Sarah regained consciousness in a private ward in LA County General Hospital. Her chest hurt like hell and a nurse leaned over her and smiled.
“Can I make you more comfortable?” she asked and Sarah nodded.
A doctor arrived soon after and explained to her that he had extracted bullet fragments from her right lung but she would likely make a full recovery and that she would only have a small scar. Like that was important.
Sarah saw the edge of a blue uniform that she presumed correctly was a cop stationed at her door.
She drifted back to sleep and awoke the next day feeling a little better. The nurse let the cop come in to interview her.
The cop looked at her quizzically. He’d obviously been told she was transgendered but he couldn’t see the difference between her and any other attractive middle-aged woman.
“Ahem,” he cleared his throat.
“Ma’am. I have a sworn statement made by one Randolph Carter that you and he were in the Dodger Stadium parking lot and a man of indeterminate race, build, and looks tried to snatch your bag and when you resisted you received a gunshot wound. Is that your recollection of events Ma’am?”
The cop looked down at his notebook; obviously sceptical.
“Yes officer. That’s exactly how I remember it,” Sarah looked at him with a blank face.
“And you are unable to describe your assailant?”
Sarah shook her head.
“Ma’am. If you’re prepared to sign this bullshit statement I can close this case and be done with it; which suits me and would seem to suit some people in very high places,” the cop handed her a prepared statement on a clipboard which she signed.
“Only one thing,” Sarah croaked through a sore throat and parched lips.
The cop looked around expectantly.
“Don’t call him Randolph,” she giggled and winced with the pain of it.
The cop shook his head and walked out of the room.
Sarah spent four days in the hospital and received zero visitors and took as many calls. She offered to pay one of the nurses to get her some clothes. She couldn’t wear what she had been dressed in when she arrived at the hospital. The nurse refused payment but shopped for her and bought her leggings, skinny jeans, a couple of tops, sox, underwear, a fleecy hoodie and lined three-quarter coat. She also bought toiletries and makeup.
A number of times Sarah picked up her phone and punched up the number Randy had put in the phone but all she got was an operator telling her the number was no longer in service.
Someone had put close to seven hundred dollars in her purse when she was admitted and her medical bills were being paid for by an Insurance Company who refused to divulge who had taken out the policy. All they would say was that coverage was limited and ceased once she was discharged.
Sarah caught a taxi to the bus terminal and bought a ticket home. She was in no rush.
Randy Carter followed the Patterson’s to Austin where they had a small ranch.
They were outside having a cookout despite the cool weather when he crunched up the gravel path to their gazebo. Steve was tending to the barbecue and the women were sitting at a nearby table. They were all sipping beer.
“Well, well, well. Nice to see the whole family back together again,” Randy stepped up onto the gazebo and helped himself to a Lone Star.
“Randy!” Stacy squealed and ran in to his arms.
“How you doin’ sugar?” he kissed her cheek and she smiled at him.
“I’m getting better,” she said wistfully.
“Well enough to travel all that way to visit Amanda’s grave on her birthday,” he smiled bitterly.
“You get over there to Momma!” Steve waved his cooking tongs at Stacy.
“He’s right honey; go to your Momma,” Randy let her go.
“What are you doing here Carter? You’ve been paid. I even tossed in a bonus,” Steve was looking around, he had two security guards permanently stationed on his property since what happened to Stacy.
“Those good old boys of yours are sleeping Steve. They ain’t hurt,” Randy gave him a mirthless grin.
Steve paled.
“What the fuck do you want! You’ve been paid!” Sloane hissed.
She showed no fear.
“Yes but you and your husband haven’t honoured the deal you made,” Randy sipped his beer.
“We paid you every cent and then some,” Sloane snapped at him.
“I’m not talking about the money. I’m talking about absolving the petition you filed in Federal court to have Sarah Carter’s birth certificate and adoption annulled,” he growled.
“Don’t you mention that thing in my house!” Sloane screeched.
“That thing don’t count for shit. She’s an abomination on this family!” Steve joined his wife and put a comforting arm around her shoulder.
“She saved your daughter’s life. Nearly at the expense of her own,” Randy said through gritted teeth.
“I don’t understand Momma? Is that the woman who got me out of that house?” Stacy looked bemused.
“She’s no woman darlin’. She ain’t nothing to you,” Sloane stroked her daughter’s hair.
“Her name is Sarah Carter and she’s your aunt. She loves you so much that she gave away everything she had to save you. I can’t tell you the details because it isn’t up to me, but that woman gave away her livelihood, her dignity, and her honour to find you,” Randy said.
“Except no one can take away that woman’s dignity and honour,” Randy looked down at the floor.
“Dignity! Honour! That thing has nothing. It’s not one thing or the other. You simpleton. You let it get under your skin. It might have made a fool out of your brother but I thought you were made of sterner stuff,” Steve snarled.
Randy took four quick steps in succession and he had Steve Patterson by the throat and lifted him nearly clear of the ground. Steve was choking; his face red and bulging, gasping for breath.
Sloane and Stacy beat against Randy’s bulging forearms and he let Steve drop to the ground gasping for breath.
“I’m sorry about this Stacy but your parents have left me no choice,” he said tenderly to Stacy who was on her knees tending to her stepfather.
“Sloane. If you and Steve don’t drop the petition against Sarah tomorrow I’m going to release the full story to the press. They will love it. Construction millionaire’s daughter held captive by porn king. Made to perform in online porn and prostitute herself.”
“Those shitheads at FOX and CBS will lap that shit up and then there’s the online media. Your driveway will be full of media wagons for weeks and every sixteen year old kid in Texas will Google away until he finds the footage of Stacy on some website,” Randy said viciously.
“You wouldn’t!” Sloane hissed.
“I wouldn’t hurt Stacy for all the gold in Fort Knox but if you don’t drop that petition I’ll bring us all down,” Randy leaned against a pole and sipped his beer.
Steve had got to his feet and recovered enough to speak.
“Ok! Ok! Ok! I’ll drop the petition. But I never want to hear from you or it ever again, you hear?” he puffed.
Randy took one step forward and Steve flinched.
“You call that woman it again in my hearing and I’ll beat you to a pulp.”
“Ok the deal’s done. But the threat stands and I’ll be watching. You ungrateful fucks do anything to hurt Sarah again and the deal is off and you better get an army to watch your backs,” Randy tossed the bottle in the dust and crunched down the pathway, the same way he had came.
“Randy! Randy! Tell me more about Sarah!” Stacy cried out and tried to follow him down the path but Sloane and Steve held her as tight as they could.
Sarah got off the bus and crossed the street to where one of the town’s three taxis sat on the rank. The driver kept looking at her in the rear view mirror.
“You’re the librarian lady aincha?” he sniffed.
Sarah just nodded.
He sniffed again and then rolled down the window and spat.
The taxi drove away trailing dust and she stood in the road and looked at her little cottage. It looked abandoned. The yard was full of tumbleweeds and the letterbox was overflowing with junk mail. All the blinds were closed.
Sarah grabbed her duffle and stepped onto the porch. She noticed the tag first. ‘Tranny Whore!’ had been spraypainted across the front wall, red spraypaint on fading white clapboards.
Sarah sighed.
There were two official looking letters stuck in the screen door. She snatched them and lifted a flower pot with a dead geranium in it. Under it was her spare key.
She opened the door and let herself in. Dropping her duffle on the floor she turned on the water supply under the sink and ran the tap. She opened the blinds, the back door, and a couple of windows to let in some fresh air. She brewed coffee, poured a cup and wearily sat at the kitchen table.
Sarah sipped coffee and smoked and stared at the two letters in front of her. One was from the County Commissioner’s office and the other was from her realtor. She set her resolve and opened both letters. As she expected they pretty much said the same thing. She was fired from her job as the town librarian for being absent but also for applying for the job under false pretences and she was being evicted from her house for the same reasons.
“But I didn’t! I am a woman!” she whispered to the empty house.
She put her head on her hands and slept.
When she woke up it was dark and chilly. She turned on a lamp but left the windows and the door open. She was beyond feeling the cold.
She went to the kitchen and stood on tippytoes to open the door to a small cupboard high up in the kitchen cabinets. She pulled down a pint of Jack Daniel’s from its hidey-hole and put it on the table. She took a tumbler from the draining board and blew the dust out of it filled it with the golden liquid all the way to the brim.
She sat staring at it and smoked a cigarette down to the butt and then lit another.
She reached for the glass.
“That won’t solve anything,” the deep voice said.
“How long have you been watching me?” Sarah asked still staring at the glass.
“Long enough,” he replied.
“You did that last time you were here,” Sarah spun the glass around on the table.
“But last time you knew,” he said.
“You’re making a habit of it,” Sarah smiled wanly.
“Twice is not a habit. Can I sit?”
“It’s a free country,” she still stared at the glass.
A chair scraped on the wooden floor.
“I had to make sure you were safe. You were ok in the hospital, you had a cop outside your door. Even Raffe isn’t stupid enough to try anything with the cops around you.”
“I sent my gismo to LAPD Vice. They have everything on Xavier Productions. I’ve been following you, making sure that they didn’t come after you. They all scattered. Raffe is nowhere to be found and Lyle and Tina are rumoured to be in Mexico. Word on the street is that the Russians took care of Raffe.”
She remained silent, staring at the glass.
“Also I had to pay Sloane and Steve Patterson a visit while you were safe in hospital.”
Sarah’s ears picked up when she heard Sloane’s name.
“I had to make sure they lifted the petition they had filed against you,” Randy explained and reached out to take her hand.
She snatched it away.
“I didn’t think they would honour their word. It doesn’t matter anyway. They’ve poisoned me here,” she didn’t look up.
“Sarah! Who cares! This is a shitty town and you had a shitty job! You can do better,” Randy was getting heated.
Sarah sprang to her feet and shouted at him
“It was my shitty town! And my shitty job!”
“What do I do now? What do I do now?” she broke down and sobbed.
Randy took her in his arms and stroked her hair and held her close.
“You know what you do now?” he whispered in her ear.
She shook her head against him.
“You start a new life,” Randy cooed.
She looked him in the eyes; hers were still brimming with tears.
“How Randy? How do I start a new life?” tears ran down her cheeks.
“With me,” he whispered and gently wiped away her tears.
“You start a new life with me Sarah. I love you,” he whispered.
Sarah laughed.
“You don’t love me! You despise me!”
“Listen…I converted everything I have into cash, including the payment for the last job. I’ve bought a little condo at the end of Waikiki, right under Diamond Head. I’m starting anew and I want you to come with me,” he grinned at her.
Sarah smiled back at him through teary eyes.
“Oh Randy I don’t want your pity. You might think you love me but it’s just a reaction to what we’ve been through. I’m still what I am and you’ll never get over that. But I am flattered,” Sarah disentangled herself from his embrace.
“So you don’t feel anything for me?” Randy searched her eyes.
Sarah looked away and shook her head.
Randy walked away. The screen door slammed behind him as he left and Sarah gave out one huge sob and sat back down. She lit a cigarette and spun the tumbler of golden liquor around and around.
Then she picked it up and threw it across the room where it shattered against the wall.
The screen door slammed shut again and Sarah turned around to find Randy standing over her.
He pulled her from the chair and clutched her to him.
“I’m not giving up that easy. I love you. I love everything about you,” he pulled her face to his and pressed his lips against hers.
They were as soft and as pliant as he’d dreamt they would be.
He kissed her. Softly at first and then he felt a little response and her lips parted just a little. Randy kissed her harder and she pressed back against him. She wrapped her arms around him and their bodies pressed together as their lips crushed each others. Randy slipped the tip of tongue inside Sarah’s mouth and the tip of hers found his.
They kissed tenderly, their passion building. Finally they had to break the kiss to breathe.
Randy smiled down into her pretty face and stroked the bangs out of her eyes.
“I think I loved you even when I tried to convince myself that I hated you,” he looked seriously and deeply into her eyes.
“I’m still not convinced I love you. You better kiss me again just so I can be sure,” she grinned and teased him.
He spanked her playfully on the buttock and then kissed her hard with a lot of tongue. Sarah broke the kiss.
“Ok you’ve convinced me. I love you,” she grinned up at him.
Then she looked at him very seriously.
“I do you love you Randy. I was just afraid to,” she started to cry again and Randy kissed away her tears.
They held each other and kissed and cuddled for quite a while and then Randy sat down on the kitchen chair and Sarah sat in his lap with her arms around his neck. She kissed him and stroked his face and then she grinned.
“Are we really going to live in Hawaii?”
“Yep,” Randy grinned back at her.
She looked at him very seriously and Randy became worried.
“Can we take the Mustang with us? We have to keep the Mustang,” she grinned and Randy burst out laughing.
Sarah came out of the small waves, her lithe body tanned, her legs long and her small breasts taut. Her hair was bleached by the sun. She wore a shocking pink bikini that set off her dark flesh; the little pink triangles just covering her breasts and her groin. She had gaffing down to an art but she didn’t care really, the tiny bit of beachfront was theirs. It came with the condo.
Randy sat slowly swinging on the porch and watched his lover making her way through the sand. She never failed to make his heart skip whenever he saw her. He saw the smile on her face and his heart warmed. If ever a woman deserved happiness, Sarah did.
She beamed at him as she sidled through the little wooden gate in the picket fence and picked her way through the little dunes and grassy knolls that comprised their little back yard.
Sarah gripped the ropes of the swing and smiled down at Randy.
“Good morning sleepyhead. You didn’t join me for our morning swim.”
“I can sit here all day in this swing and watch you, lover,” he smiled back.
“Yeah I can see that,” she chuckled.
Randy was wearing nothing but a pair of Speedos and the front of them was bulging considerably.
Sarah took hold of Randy’s penis like it was gearstick and slowly squeezed it.
“I can definitely see that!” she giggled.
Sarah climbed on the swing so she was straddling Randy and held on by placing her arms around his neck.
“And I can feel it too,” she giggled.
Randy’s erection was pushing into the crevice of her behind.
Sarah had taught Randy how to make love to her. He was a proficient and enthusiastic learner. They sometimes spent hours just teasing each other with long foreplay sessions until they were so desirous of each other that they melted together.
But this morning was going to be just plain lust…and that was ok too.
Sarah kissed Randy passionately, driving her tongue into his mouth and he reciprocated. She placed her feet on the ground and eased Randy’s tumescent penis out of his Speedos and untied the string on her bikini bottom and ripped off her gaff. Her own cock sprang forward and pressed against Randy's hard belly.
Randy reached behind her and untied her bikini top, freeing her pert breasts. He lowered his face to her nipples and kissed and suckled them.
Sarah threw back her head and lifted up on tippytoes. She had anticipated a morning lovemaking session and she was lubricated.
She lowered her buttocks and lifted her feet clear of the ground impaling herself and on Randy’s erection, now buried as deep as it could go inside her tight anus.
They swung backwards and forwards on the swing while Sarah gently rocked up and down; their arms locked around each other, kissing and caressing each other. Sarah’s erection rubbed on Randy’s lightly oiled belly and leaked pre-seminal fluid. She moaned as she felt his cock throb inside her, pressing on her prostate.
Randy cupped her buttocks, trying to fuck her. Sarah helped him. She stopped swinging and put her feet on the ground so that Randy could thrust in and out of her. His thrusts became insistent; harder and faster, almost frantic. She kissed him hard and pressed her breasts against him as she orgasmed. Her cock quivered and her hot seed splashed on Randy’s tight, warm, flesh.
Randy held Sarah by the hips and drove himself deep inside her and ejaculated.
They sat slowly swinging on the porch as they slowly came down from the high of their orgasm.
An older couple walked past their fence hand in hand and glanced their way. They both grinned mischievously and Randy waved at them.
“Who are you waving at?” Sarah smiled and put her head on his shoulder.
“Us, when we get older,” he smirked.
Sarah frowned.
“Come on lazy. Pull on your Speedos and I’ll put my bikini back on and we can clean up in the surf and then get breakfast,” she nuzzled his shoulder.
It was sort of a good idea. They played in the surf and then the play became foreplay and it ended up with Sarah’s legs wrapped around Randy’s waist as she held on to him and kissed him while they made love in the surf.
They took breakfast on their little porch. The tide had come up and they watched the surfers working the shore break.
They watched a young woman, her blonde hair blowing in the breeze behind her, making her way through the sand coming their way. They both sipped coffee and wished they had a cigarette but they had made a pact to quit three months ago and neither had cheated.
As the young woman got closer they could see she was carrying a backpack; struggling against the fine sand and the blustery wind. There appeared to be something familiar about her.
Randy and Sarah both stood and the woman broke into a run, dropping her backpack. Sarah raced to the gate and opened her arms and Stacy fell into them.
“Oh my god! Aunt Sarah I found you!” she squealed.
They hugged each other and kissed and hugged again.
Randy stood on the porch and tears of happiness ran down his face.
Later they sat at the table, Randy and Stacy sipping beers and Sarah a diet Coke. Stacy had changed into a swimsuit and Sarah was glad to see she had a little more weight on her, she and Randy were still in their swimsuits too.
“How on earth did you find me?” Sarah asked.
Stacy looked guiltily at Randy and he smiled at Sarah and shrugged his shoulders innocently.
Sarah kicked him under the table.
“Hey we wanted it to be surprise,” Randy grinned.
“Ok but…what does your mother and father think of you coming to Hawaii to see your tranny Aunty?” Sarah asked.
“Hey! Hey!” Randy and Stacy yelled in unison.
Randy took Sarah’s wrists in his hands and kissed her palms and looked at her with all seriousness.
“You stopped talking about yourself like that a long time ago Sarah. Don’t you dare start again now!” he admonished her.
Sarah nodded and Stacy leaned forward and hugged her.
“You saved my life. I love you Aunt Sarah,” she smiled and Sarah smiled back.
Stacy noticed the scar on Sarah’s chest, just below her right breast. She reached out and traced it with her finger.
“That’s where…” she trailed off.
“Yeah that’s where Raffe Ignesman shot me,” Sarah said matter of factly.
“I don’t try to pretend it never happened. It’s a bad part of my life that’s in the past. I look at this way. If that hadn’t happened I might never had fallen in love with lunkhead over there and he with me,” she teased.
“Hey!” Randy pretended to look hurt.
“But yeah. Every time I see that scar, I feel a little guilty,” he said seriously.
“I use it to get my way whenever I want,” Sarah laughed.
“Come on! Let’s go for a swim and then lunkhead can take us for lunch at Shorebirds,” Sarah got up from her seat and ran down the path towards the surf.
“She’s wonderful Randy,” Stacy said.
“Yes she is,” Randy looked longingly after Sarah and then they both ran down the path after her.
Randy and Sarah sat at a table for two at La Mer Restaurant on Waikiki beach watching the flames from the torches on the beachfront. Randy sipped Chablis and Sarah sparkling water. They held hands across the table like young lovers.
Randy removed a hand and put it in the pocket of linen jacket and pulled out a little black box.
Sarah’s heart thundered in her chest.
Randy flipped open the box to reveal a perfect blue-white diamond set in white gold.
“An ice diamond for my Ice Princess” he whispered.
He took the ring from the blue satin insert and held it out and looked at Sarah questioningly.
She nodded, tears running down her face, and extended her left hand.
Randy slid the ring onto her ring finger and leaned over the table and kissed her.
“Look on the bright side,” he grinned mischievously.
“When we get married you won’t even have to change your last name.”
“Oh, fuck off Randolph,” she laughed.
The End.