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My Brother's Back Ch. 01

By: FinalStand



*If you outlive your friends it hurts, but if they outlive you it could hurt more*

(Note: Combat is a bit over to top -- just warning you) 

Prelude:

We were considered brothers because of the neighborhood we grew up in since the seventh grade led us to always hanging out together. It was our thing. Dallas Aaronson was the closest we had to a jock, plus he was also pretty smart and his folks were kind of rich. He went on to a nice college but came back a chemistry teacher at our old school, a constant case of amusement to the rest of us.

Kris Thompson was always the Rich Kid. His grandfather ran the largest chemical plant in this part of the state. He'd gone of the college, gotten his degree and gone to work at the family business. He also been married and divorced all in a matter of three years. We always liked him the most and not because he came across the highway to be with us poorer kids. He was our charismatic front man.

Cowan Wilson was a poor kid like me. Right after graduation he was busted for theft and spent three years in prison upstate. To him it was a different kind of college and by the time I came home he had developed a frightful erratic reputation in the local underground. He never found a girl that worked, but always had tales to tell about his wild nights.

Alton Kitchener had been the greatest force behind us all graduating and graduating as high as we did. He'd gone on to a full scholarship, graduating in three years and a Masters in two before setting up his own business back in town. He was a total geek, but unlike most geeks he had gone through the high school experience without being picked on, or picked on without their bringing repercussions. He was our brother and we bled for him.

Our only non-brother brother was Jewel Lewis. Jewel had been our friend for so long we hardly thought of her as a girl. Like Alton, she was a brain and a geek. We weren't really beating guys off of her growing up, but she was a really nice friend. She kept in touch with me all the while I was away, even letting me participate in her graduation from law school by video.

Lastly that left me, Christian Talle as kind of the odd man out. I was smart, but not smart enough for a good college so I entered the Service. The thing was, I wasn't a rough-house fighter, or even a terribly aggressive guy. I had an even temper yet somehow I ended up going to foreign lands and killing people for my country. More than one of my instructors said I had a natural aptitude for it.

We all got together for a cookout when I got out of the service after nine years. I had some job offers from my buddies but it was clear to me that all they thought my experience in the military qualified me for was private security work though Cowan offered me a job as an enforcer. In the end I opted for a job as a personal trainer at a gym because I was sick and tired of violence.

(Tuesday)

Anyway, I have only been in town for three months when I get a frantic call from Jewel Lewis. She tells me to hurry up and meet at her place. It is three in the morning so I throw on whatever is handy and hurriedly over. I find Cowan standing around when I arrive. Inside Kris Thompson is sitting with his older brother, Jack. Jewel is running the meeting.

"Cowan, Christian; Jack's only child; a son named Brandon has been kidnapped. They say if we don't hand over three million dollars by mid-day tomorrow the boy will be killed." I don't like the way this is going. "If the police or FBI is contacted the boy will be killed as well."

"What do you want us to do?" Cowan says carefully. There is a pregnant pause.

"Get my son back," Jack pleads. This isn't what we were looking for. We didn't have to wait long.

"Cowan, Christian, get that boy back no matter what," Jewel clarifies.

"Well Christian," Cowan turns to me and grins. "Let's go get some tools and pay some visits." I nod and find my heart increasing a pace. These were my closest friends asking me for help and for once I can do something about it. My criminal friend and I turn and leave.

What follows is only a matter of Cowan hunting down who would be desperate enough to attempt this. If they are professionals we are pretty screwed. As it was, we have a list of possible suspects inside the knowledge of Brandon. We run some numbers and sure enough, someone has a serious gambling problem on the verge of being fixed.

I take over. He wants his lawyer and I explain that we aren't the police. He wants to see the police so I shatter a finger with a hammer. In general torture isn't very useful unless you know exactly what you are asking for. I want a contact number and one finger later we have it. We shove the bastard in the trunk of the car still crying for a doctor. Lawyer-police-doctor; this guy can't make up his mind.

The number turns out to be a pre-paid cell, normally untraceable but we go to our buddy Alton at seven in the morning. He has us an address by nine. We gather up every gun that Cowan has on hand and go over to check the place out. It is a foreclosed home with an IR signature showing one person in the back of the house, three people up in the main room, and a big and small person in the basement.

Our plan is simple. We will sneak in the back, Cowan will go down and rescue the boy and when he tells me we have the right kid, I will deal with the rest of the people in the house. We never actually talk about killing anyone; it is a given.

The first round is standard operating procedure; I tap lightly on the back door. When the kidnapper comes to the door I put two silenced rounds to his head through the wood. Cowan has the door sprung before the first person in the main room has finished asking if something is wrong. Cowan races for the downstairs while I put the pistol away and pull out the shotgun and walk into the main room.

Clearly this is where they've been camped out all night drinking, playing games, and watching Blue Ray. The four of us stare at one another for several seconds. They are waking up and shaking off the fatigue of a long wasted night and I am waiting on my cue.

"Yo Man, we can talk about his," the leader, a black man in his early twenties smiles at me. 

In fact, all the hostiles here seemed to be black. I file that away for later. I can see them fidgeting because they haven't a clue until shots ring out from downstairs. The leader dives to the floor. The bigger of the other two men goes for the assault rifle next to him and I put one blast right beneath his heart. I turn and shoot the other man in the same location a second later. His pistol flies from his nerveless hand.

"Oh fuck," the leader exclaims. "Listen man, this has all been a terrible mistake. I kept my gun pointed at him while I hear Cowan pounding up the stairs.

"Got him, Brandon's okay," Cowan breaths. As he rounds the corner he groans.

"Fuck, that's Jesse Foster. His old man is a big fucking wheel is town," Cowan explains.

"That's right, my old man is powerful. You boys best be backing up now," the last survivor threatens. I shrug.

"Too bad he's seen our faces. Take the kids outside," When I hear them exit I blow the last guy's head off; fucking kidnappers.

"Oh Fuck that's hardcore," Cowan chuckles as I join him and Brandon in the kitchen.

We quickly exit the property and made our way back to Jewel's with almost an hour to spare.

"Was there any trouble?" she asks quietly once father and son had been reunited.

"You know the Fosters?" Cowan asks.

"Cedric Foster runs most of the organized crime rackets on the East Side. Was he behind this?" she wonders.

"His little boy Jesse was and Christian blew his head off," Cowan informs her.

"Oh damn it," she mutters. "If he ever figures it out, there will be hell to pay. Still, that dumb asshole messed with the wrong group of people," she grins fiercely.

"All of this is fine, but I have to get to work at noon," I tell my two friends. I still have bills to pay.

(Evening)

Cowan comes by to pick me out when I get off of my shift at the gym.

"Let's go out and celebrate," he greets me. I am not sure what to celebrate; we have killed five guys and saved a boy but we've still broken the law. "Let me show you the town."

"Fine," I accept his good natured offer.

I find myself going through the part of town my mom and dad would have tanned me for having gone through. Cowan is looking for something and when he finds the target of his search it turns out to be hookers -- two hookers in particular. I think Cowan is touched in the head if this is what he thinks I want.

The girls aren't bad looking, closer to thirty than twenty in my estimation, but there were better than most in this area.

"Hey ladies," Cowan calls out. I can tell that their enthusiasm for Cowan is strained, "how much for the both of you for the night?"

They look me over and tell him $300 each. Cowan laughs and they get into the back but the drive to Cowan's place is done mostly with him talking. We get the party off without preamble with Cowan ordering the girls to strip down and get on his bed. He offers me my choice of hookers as we put on our rubbers.

I size them up; one has everything in more womanly proportions, larger C-cup breasts, a curve to the belly and hips and thick, curvy light brown hair but she seemed a bit dull-eyed. She does have a nice tattoo of a ghostly reaper that runs along her waist line aimed at her clean shaven crotch.

The second girl has smaller proportions everywhere but her eyes seemed more alert and soulful and she has an extensive tattoo of a one-winged angel that runs over her shoulder and onto her back. Her hair is a much darker brown and she has very distinctive full eyebrows that were oddly familiar. This is the one I reach out and touch.

"What do you want?" she says with as much pleasure as she can muster.

"On all fours," I dictate evenly. She slowly complies and has the good professional sense to look over her shoulder at me and give a weak smile as she shakes her hips invitingly. I image she hopes I will get it over with soon.

Cowan slaps the ass of his 'date' and she was soon on all fours so that she was side by side with my girl, heads in opposite directions, he is grinning wildly at me, and he is fucking her brutally.

"Next step," he grins. He pulls out and takes some lube from the night stand. The other girl grimaces but waits without protest. Cowan rams a finger into her ass followed by another.

He doesn't even warn her when he drives his cock deep into her ass with one shove. She cries out and tears well in her eyes as she falls forward. Cowan doesn't wait a moment before grabbing a handful of hair and pulling her back onto all fours.

"No you don't bitch," he gloats as he keeps at it. I'm not sure why he hates this woman but he does.

After a few more thrusts he pulls out and tosses his girl to the side where she flops down. Cowan moves forward and shoves his cock straight from the first girl's ass into my girl's throat. She chokes but says nothing. Soon he is grinding his pubic hair into her nose still grinning like a madman.

"You don't know who these bitches are, do you?" he asks. I know them for somewhere but couldn't place the faces. "I'm fucking Shelia Miles and you are nailing Regina Blackburn." Shelia Miles was a terrible cock tease in high school, kind of a wild woman. That she has become a prostitute wasn't impossible. 

Regina Blackburn was a totally different picture; she was one of the brightest and most popular girls in my graduating class. She was motivated, attractive, and going places. When I had last heard of her she was headed to university on a full scholarship. I can't imagine a situation that led her to become a drug addict and whore and how I've ended up with my cock in some place I have never dreamed to be possible is beyond me.

My surprise must show on my face.

"I love fucking these stuck up bitches," Cowan gloats. "Tell me we could have hit any trim this good back in high school." Before I could think of a response Regina moans and wiggles against me in a move I doubt is authentic. Cowan must be feeling the same way. He turns back to Shelia and gets her back in position. As he savagely penetrates her ass her she cries out again.

I lean over Regina's body pressing my body down on her back.

"Don't say anything," I tell her. She starts slightly when I run my hand through her hair so that I could get access to her ear. She could use a shower. I nibbled on her ear. Propped up on one arm and her back I reach underneath and begin to play with her nipples.

I now remembered that one breast looked a little more inflamed than the other one, probably bitten too vigorously; I choose the undamaged one. I start going at her with slow even strokes and soon she starts to react. Cowan finishes in Shelia with a shout. He slaps her ass hard enough to leave a handprint and pushes her forward. He pulls off his condom and has her clean him up.

Cowan and Shelia find themselves watching the two of us still fucking. By now Regina is tossing her head back and forth and she's moaning. I move my hand from her breast to her pussy, locate her clit, and start making small circles on it. Regina starts gasping for air until her whole body shuddered and she gave out a primal scream. She started to fall forward but I catch her and pull her close right as I shoot into my condom.

"Bitch," chuckles Cowan to Regina, "you've been holding out on me with those 'Oh my God' orgasms of yours. You are going to pay for lying to me."

I can't read Regina's expression from this angle but I can do something. I nibble on her neck and rub my palm on her smooth stomach. Her tension bleeds out and she relaxes against me.

"Let's switch," Cowan suggests. I am thinking it over when he chuckles.

"Regina, who just fucked you? I'll give you a hint; you graduated with him," he smiles evilly.

Regina tenses again. I can tell because my cock is only semi-deflated inside of her. She struggles for nearly a minute before letting her shoulders drop.

"Christian Talle," he taunts her. "Christian, why don't you fuck this arrogant bitch up her ass? They both love it."

I can tell that Shelia doesn't seem to love it, or at least the way he does it. Still, she can't even remember my damn name.

"Regina clean me off and then get me another rubber," I tell her coldly. She scoots around and the thing that sticks to me most is that she is emotionless. She isn't embarrassed or afraid or even resigned -- she doesn't care at all. Cowan has Shelia get him hard again before putting on his rubber.

Regina gets me ready and she even gets into position without comment handing me a tube of lube. It think about Cowan for a second and decide there were some places I didn't need to go.

"Lube yourself up," I command her. She looks back at me then rolls back onto her shoulder and begins slowly inserting a finger nice and slow.

"Regina you whore, speed it up," Cowan insists.

"No, I like to watch," I lie. Regina looks at me once more. It takes her three minutes before she gives me a nod and I move up behind her. Sliding in is no problem what so ever though I still take it easy.

"Shelia, move underneath her and tear that pussy up," Cowan directs. Sheila sixty-nines with Regina, licking her pussy from clit to ass including licking and sucking my balls. Cowan hooks Shelia's legs up and began pushing into her at a steady pace. From time to time he pulls out of Shelia's cunt and rams his cock down Regina's throat. Apparently Cowan likes being deep throated but I am not sure it is a pleasurable sensation or revenge, or both.

Regina climaxes first and Shelia laps her up hungrily, as if the comfort they can give one another is all they have. Cowan drives her on and Regina's clit continues to be attacked. Cowan shoots off next pulling out of Shelia and sitting back on the bed exuding vengeance. I reach beneath Regina and move my fingers over Shelia's mouth letting her suck on them instead of Regina and giving Regina a few moments to recover.

"You bastard," jokes Cowan, "how long does it take you to cum? Bang these bitches; we have them all night."

"Regina," I ask her, "do you want me to come?" She hesitates then shakes her head. "Then go down on Shelia. Make her scream." She nods and goes to work.

Cowan must have pushed Shelia close earlier because she rapidly begins panting and heaving her substantial bosom around. Regina responds too and this is my clue to picking up the pace. She proves she still has good muscle control by pushing up against me until she is resting and gyrating in my lap. I fire off into my condom in her ass and Regina pulsates faster and harder until she comes too.

Shelia rolls over and up onto her elbows to look at me and Regina. I let her untangle herself from me and fall to the other side.

"Christian you get off faster if you bang them harder," Cowan jokes.

"Boys fuck, men have sex," I instruct him. "You learn that in the service."

Cowan looks at me then laughs some more. I am pretty sure he's lost his mind.

"You make this too complicated. You pay for a date, you fuck the date, and you drop their ass off then get breakfast," he explains. "These two particular bitches are a bonus."

"We are right here you know?" Shelia said in in a voice tinged with anger and exhaustion.

"You want some blow? I have some in the nightstand," Cowan teases. That gets the two girls' attention. Shelia crawls over to the table and opens the drawer pulling a baggy, a straw, and a marble cutting board.

"Cowan, I can't believe you are using? That is fucking stupid," I rumble. We had all stayed out of drugs through high school.

Cowan slaps Shelia on her ass,

"The bitches like that, don't you Shelia and Regina? A little blow and you wouldn't imagine all the kinky shit Ms. High and Mighty Regina Blackburn won't do for you. Hell, we broke into school and I had her blow me at center court. Ms. Student Body President is a good little cocksucker," he informs me.

I have to admit the thought of Regina giving me a blowjob at the site of so many of her speeches when she in high school looking so sexual and powerful and unobtainable at the same time is exciting. It makes my cock twinge yet again. I sit back and watch the three snort up some coke and bask in the drug induced afterglow.

The sex that follows is enthusiastic but uninspired. Cowan gets silly and has a hard time performing with Regina while Shelia acts like ... well a whore. I take them back around two in the morning to their street corner. At that moment I am happy this whole episode of my life is behind me. Then next day Jewel comes by my apartment and gives me ten thousand dollars in cash for my part in the whole kidnapping affair. I tell her it isn't necessary but she insists.

(Two weeks later)

I find myself doing a favor for Cowan that brings me back to downtown. All he needs me to do is act frightening and stay out of the way. It turns out to be a drug deal and the only person I feel like shooting is him. When we get out of the meet he pulls me aside and presses two thousand dollars into my hands and tells me what a good job I'd done.

I want to know exactly how I was supposed to kill the five guys with guns we were facing. I wasn't fucking Rambo. He reminds me that I was Special Forces. I curse him out in the four foreign languages I'd learned while in service, none of which could kill at a glance which leads me back to facing down five guys with guns if things had gone bad.

I'm cruising back to my apartment when I suddenly spot Regina on her corner. Shelia is nowhere in sight. For some strange reason I choose to roll up and say hi.

"Regina, what are you doing?" is my lame line.

"Looking for you," is her equally lame reply. I'm not sure why I say what came next.


My Brother's Back Ch. 01



"Up for an all-nighter," I ask. She stares at me a second then nods.

"Sure thing," she says with a smile that might have been genuine. When she sits down in the passenger seat she blanches noticeably. "You have a piece," she notices my gun.

"Pulling a dumbass stunt with Cowan," I begin noting her scowl at Cowan's name, "that required me to be a bad man."

"You are a bad man?" she questions me.

"I was US Army Special Forces which really means I know how to eat bugs and speak a few languages, but I can fight pretty well too," I explain.

"Have you ever had to kill somebody?" she inquired with some actual interest.

"Yes, a good number of people to the point it doesn't bother me much anymore. That is why I left --I had stopped caring," I explain.

"I've never met someone like that. I mean, I've met people so drugged out they could kill but no one who did it professionally," she notes.

"Well, who would have thought it; school valedictorian to whore and class nonentity to unemployed killer. What a pair we make?" I joke. "So what led you to this place?" Regina looks at me.

"Let's not go there Christian," she states sadly. "Let's just say I'm whore and leave it at that."

I hand her $300 and she puts it in her purse.

"Okay, now I'm paying you and I want to know your story," I insist. I can tell Regina takes a moment to decide whether or not to give me my money back but clearly her hunger for drugs and the necessity of paying her pimp make her keep it.

"At the end of high school I started dating Earl Meyers," she begins. "Right before I started college I discovered I was pregnant. Earl ended up wrapping his motorcycle around a tree ... in Wyoming," she sighs. "My parents threw me out and I made a run at school anyway, but between raising my daughter and school I got hooked on pills to keep me going."

"I ended up owing my dealer some money and I began working it off in trade. I began to take coke to dampen the edge off of what I was doing. Then I got busted for possession and prostitution; they took my daughter away and here I am," she grinds out angrily. "Happy now?"

"Do you know how you end a blood feud in Afghanistan?" I ask.

"No," she responds rather uninterested.

"You kill off all the male members of the offending family," I persist. "My group was working with a widow with two sons, age nine and five." 

"Their father had worked in the Afghan Army before he died; we knew him and we felt we owed him. He had a feud with another family that we knew nothing about. One day we found the nine year old dismembered on his mother's doorstep. Do you know what we did? We gathered up all nine male members of the offending family and tied them to an IED; we blew them to hell -- feud ended."

"That was when I knew I'd gone too far and the service agreed," I say.

"Do you like to kill?" she inquires intently.

"I don't mind it," I confess. "I feel most alive when my life is on the line. It is a rush that's hard to kick."

"When the sex is good I feel the same way. Normally it is crap and I need the drugs to get me through the day, but that's life now," Regina confides.

"I've seen that look before; you don't need to save me Christian," she continues. "I'm a whore."

"Who says I'm trying to save you Regina? You are a great fuck and I'm making up for lost time; nine years since high school," I inform her.

"We wouldn't have hooked up in high school," she counters.

"But you would hook up with Earl Myers? I always hated his ass," I point out.

"He was a free-spirit," she responds.

"He took no responsibility for his actions Regina; he never did. Girls thought that he was cool because he always did his own thing but that was because he never hung around to face the music, you and your daughter -- case in point," I shoot back. She doesn't have a comeback for that.

We silently pull up to my apartment and go upstairs.

"Blowjob?" she offers as we stand in my entryway. I nod and she gets down on her knees. Right when I think it is business as usual she looks up at me and smiles seductively. She pulls my zipper down and works my cock out of my briefs.

Her cheeks make this beautiful bowed in effect as she sucks the first quarter in. She bobs up and down with gentle care, working the shaft with her saliva covered hand. She has me off in less than eight minutes, licking her lips and standing back up. Before she pulls away I draw her up and kiss her. She looks momentarily confused but that passes. I've paid for the night after all.

"Say something for me," I command. Regina nods. "Tell me to fuck you like I own you."

"Christian, fuck me like you own me," she says demurely which I think is a nice touch. We strip off our clothes as we make our way to my bedroom. She crawls onto the bed looking over her shoulder at me, a smoldering look in her eyes.

"Why me and not Shelia?" she asks while she holds that pose and I move up behind her narrow hips and waist, rubber covered cock rocking back and forth.

"I've always had more of a thing for smarts than cup size," I relate to her. She arches an eyebrow and shrugs slightly.

"Guys prefer her more than me. I'm usually her tag-along," she relates.

"Most guys aren't too bright," I point out. She backs into me as I rub both of her hips and line up to enter her. She did not immediately respond so I push my member into her lips. I am stunned how wet she is. She rocks back into me.

"You want me to fuck you don't you?" I tease her.

"Are you man enough to get the job done?" she shoots back in with some of the wit I remembered from high school. I push back and soon we are moving with more energy than last time. Thanks to the blow job I am easily able to outlast her to orgasm. This time I roll her over as she finishes and dive into her pussy and have her trying to yank out my hair in less than five minutes.

"Lick my face clean," I order when I have gotten her off the second time. A bit breathless she still goes at it with gusto all the while I am rubbing her breasts.

"Can I ask you something? Two things actually," Regina says.

"Sure," I answer. "If you upset me I still have a condom and your ass is untouched." I emphasize this by rubbing a hand along her ass cheek.

"Do I deserve the hate that Cowan throws my way? Was I that arrogant a bitch?" she asks.

"No and yes; you don't deserve how Cowan feels. He's always had some hate inside him for people with more than him -- better grades, more popular, cleverer. We -- his close friends --sort of diverted that while we were all in school, but he's become mean since then."

"Face it thought; you blew off most guys and girls. You were on the top of the social pyramid and you had no problem putting other people in their place and you humiliated more than a few," I finish off.

"I guess I did," she sighs. "Why don't you hold it against me?"

"What would be the point? I can screw you without any of the hate; you are a whore. In the end, Cowan is the one giving you a livelihood with his hard earned money, so who is the joke really on?" I point out. That makes her laugh at the irony. "What is the second thing you wanted to ask?"

"Can I lay here a while with you?" she says hesitantly.

"You are my bitch to fuck all night long," I respond. She nods. "Fine, put your hand on my chest and your leg over my leg." She does as requested but soon realizes that is all I want her to do so she relaxes and laying still.

"You are a fool to throw your money like this," she tells me after a while.

"You are not home yet," I tease her.

"Christian, could we make this a weekly thing," she says hopefully. It occurred to me that such an arrangement could be really useful to her. As Regina points out, she isn't the most attractive piece of ass on the block.

"Get me a condom and some lube," I reply. She crawls down to her purse and gets one then comes back and puts it on, the last one having lost its usefulness. I roll her over onto her side facing away from me then lube up a finger and slowly work it in. Regina wiggles her ass to help me get the first finger in, followed by a second and a third. 

She starts getting really excited by the time I finally place my cock at her opening. Like a pro she relaxes and lets me slide on in. She most likely has had anal sex earlier today but I don't mind. She rapidly begins working her anal muscles to massage my cock like no other hooker I've ever met; since I had never had an actual girlfriend that was saying something.

When I come I am covered in sweat and she is rubbing her clit furiously getting herself off as well. By the time I have her undivided attention she is reaching around and rubbing my hair and pulling my lips into her neck.

"Did I pass the test?" she questions.

"There was no test Regina. I wanted to fuck you again so I did. I had already decided to make this a weekly thing right after you asked. It is nothing personal; you are just a great lay," I reply.

"You know if you want to do it on a weekend it is $450," she suggests. It is a hundred-fifty more, but a weekend night might be better.

"I'll think about it," I promise her.

(Five days later)

The second man is dead before the first one hits the ground. The other six assailants are scrambling to get their guns out. Cowan shows rare bout of common sense be running around the car behind me. I bag two more before they all reach cover. The key to setting an ambush is to keep the ambush secret; a task these guys have failed. 

My opponents haven't been too smart and they certainly aren't very good shots. Having half their number being dead or very nearly dead isn't doing much for their morale either. These guys are drug dealers; I am a professional killer. They know guns but Uncle Sam trained me to kill quickly and efficiently.

I am behind the closest car with shots ringing off while I put in a fresh clip. Firing at someone trying to keep their heads down only works if you know where they are. Otherwise all you do is let them know where you are and waste bullets. The big guy with the Mac is screaming his head off so I cut around the far side and put a round through his neck; not a great way to die.

Before the last three can adjust I cover the distance to the car closest to them. I punch it and come around while this guy is still looking over the hood trying to figure out where I am. I put two in his chest. At this time numbers seven and eight decide to run. Like most good soldiers I shoot them in the back. Short of the Zombie Apocalypse dead enemies don't come back and get you.

I pop in a fresh clip and begin going over the bodies while Cowan looks over the leader and his briefcase of cash. Cowan is ecstatic while I am on the verge of murder.

"What the fuck is going on?" I growl. 

"I'm expanding my business," he admits.

"Dude, I'm not your enforcer," I shout as we head for the car.

"I beg to differ," he grins wildly. "You just put a major hole in my competition. I only agreed to this meeting so I could lure them out and let you take care of the problem."

"Fucker, we could have both died; there were eight of them," I snarl.

"I knew you could handle them Christian," he smiles.

"You know nothing about fighting Cowan so don't give me that crap. I didn't sign on for any drug war. I came back home to get away from this," I swear.

"I couldn't tell it by watching you work Christian. You are an artist," he gloats. 

Funny, I don't think artists tie eight year old boys to bombs. I have nothing else to say to Cowan until he drops me back at my car. He hands me an envelope with $5000 in it. I am not sure if I hate him more for giving it to me or for me for taking it. I find myself giving Regina a call.

"What happened?" she immediately asks when she gets into the car.

"It is Thursday; why don't I pay you for the entire weekend?" I answer. Regina is floored. This is a ton of money for her and hopefully means a lot less time on her knees. This also has her worried.

"What does this mean?" she repeats carefully.

"I had some work to do," is all I feel safe saying. Regina knows what I mean; someone somewhere has died violently.

"Let's go to my place and let me pick up some things," Regina suggests. 

I get directions and go to her little flat she shares with Shelia. She gathers up some stuff, calls her pimp with the good news. He laughs at her and warns her to get the money up front. 

"How do you dump this guy?" I ask.

"It is complicated. I have to work his section of the neighborhood; without him I can't safely work. For that I give him a cut of what I make, plus he handles my rent and ... drugs," Regina confesses.

"How much does he take?" I inquire.

"$300 a week plus sixty percent," she responds.

"That is twelve blowjobs a week only to break even? Then he tacks on rent and drugs ... that's around how much? $400 more," I do the math. Regina who is much smarter than I am looks ashamed.

"If I have a good week I can put some away," she clearly lies to me. Any spare cash she has goes up her nose.

"Get your stuff and let's go," I tell her. I've paid for her and she is mine now. She gets some 'stuff' and shows me some of her whore clothes for the weekend. I remind her to bring plenty of condoms. I tell her she is my whore after all, which is the first time I see some emotion behind my saying that. On the way back to my place I try something.

"What would you prefer me to call you; whore, prostitute, or hooker?" 

"How about Regina?" she responds softly.

"I like Regina," I affirm which caused her to give off a small sigh.

"Why don't you have a real girlfriend?" she inquires a little later.

"Why do I need one when I have you?" I answer.

"Christian, you pay me to be with you," she points out.

"And this is different from a girlfriend how?" I grin. "Besides, what would I do with a full-time girlfriend; when I need companionship I have you and when I want to be alone I don't need to make excuses."

At my place she attempts a blowjob once inside the door but I pull her to the sofa and tear her clothes off of her and fuck her hard while running my fingers over her sides and under her arms. She laughs and giggles until she comes. Then I pull her down to the floor on top of me and have her ride me to an orgasm of my own then she is good enough to clean me up with those gorgeous lips of hers. 

I decide to have a little more fun so I order some pizza and have Regina answer the door in only her flimsiest bra and thong. She tips the delivery guy with a blowjob too. I imagine that the local joint will be killing themselves to get pizzas to my place for months. Wiping a dribble of cum from the corner of her mouth she looks over at me.

"Is that some sort of high school fantasy of yours?" she grins.

"Hell yes," I answer. "That kid will be telling people about this pivotal moment in his life for years."

"Pivotal moment?" she wonders.

"You underestimate the effect of the sexually clad beautiful female form on the underdeveloped teenage boy's mind," I explain. Regina looks at me strangely then I realized that I've called her beautiful and it has been a long time since someone has called her that and meant it. She comes over and puts the pizza down beside me on the sofa.

I take hold of her hands and keep her standing in front of me pulling her close until I am breathing on her stomach. I gave it a light kiss then began running my hands lovingly over her slender curves.

"What are you ..." she starts but I hush her. I go back to exploring every inch of her occasionally bringing her stomach closer for another lick or kiss. She rewards me with a steady quickening of the breath.

"Get us some plates so we can eat," I order her when she is sufficiently aroused. Considering the lethargic, emotionally stunted woman I'd seen only a few weeks ago I am a bit taken aback by her skipping off to my tiny kitchen to get us plates. We serve up several slices and watch some TV while we eat. I take a fingerful of tomato paste and dab it between her breasts.

She smiles innocently and lowers my head to her chest and let me lick it up.

"I owe you a good licking for that," she purrs. Either her acting is truly impressive or Regina is enjoying things despite our current circumstance. We finish eating; chuckle and I sling an arm around her as we relax. Regina puts her hand in my lap.

"I want something with that," Regina tells me but then she ruins the moment, "let me go to the bathroom to freshen up." She is flying when she comes out of the bathroom and I feel some real anger aimed at her. "Let me take care of that now," she murmurs happily. She pulls my shorts down and starts to lick on my cock. 

She is a bit sloppy and loose so I start pushing her head farther and farther down until I am massaging the back of her throat. I am punishing her for her addiction and what I feel it robs me of the old damn Regina. As I shoot my load down her throat I push her to the bedroom and begin spanking her ass.

"Ow!" she whimpers, "what did I do wrong?"

"You are nothing but a lousy whore Regina," I growl back at her.

"Christian," she sobs, "I thought you liked me."

"Why did you have to do the damn coke Regina?" I snap as I continued to spank her bottom.

"It makes me feel better," she tries to explain. "I need it." She sounds so piteous I stop spanking her. I can't make her change. I can't stand seeing her stoned out of her mind. I want Regina for the weekend and all I have is a whore; well fuck me. I let my rage pour out of me for the next few hours and Regina is my vessel. I bite her, slap her, and fuck her in all her holes. I am done with her.

Regina shakes me awake; it is still dark outside but the light from the streetlamps let me see her clearly. She's been crying.

"Why do you hate me?" She has clearly sobered up but has only a fraction of the memories of what has happened. I look at her. I could call her she's a whore again and be done with it.

"You let me down Regina. Maybe I asked too much of you. I've never been addicted so I don't know what you are going through. I know I can't be around you while you are doing and since you won't stop I can't be around you and the most fucked up thing about that is you are the strongest sexual relationship I've ever had," I explain.

Regina looks at me as if she can't believe what she is hearing.

"You are a bastard," she tells me angrily as she hops out of bed.

"Get back here," I command calmly. "You are still mine for the weekend and if you leave I'll only tell your pimp and let him deal with you." Regina spins back around distraught.

"Why are you doing this to me? I thought you were different," she pleads.

"Because not being in control of your life sucks Regina," I explain. I take a deep breath. "Regina, I tell you what; you try to control your coke habit around me and I'll try to not be a bastard when you are high."

She doesn't look happy with the deal.

"Come here," I tell her. Reluctantly she complies until she is kneeling back on her haunches on the bed with me holding her hands. "I apologize. I wanted more than you could deliver."

"Are you making fun of me?" she asks carefully.

"No," I reply.

"Okay. What are going to do the rest of the weekend?" Regina asks rubbing her spanked ass and thighs.

"How about dinner and a movie tonight?" I suggest.

"Are you going to fuck me?" she questions.

"Long and hard until the sun rises," I answer her but she's not offended.

"Are you going to kill anybody?" she said carefully, still not sure where we stood yet.

"Are you going to piss off someone so much I need to kill them," I state plainly.

"You kill people just like that?" she inquires.

"Only for people I like," I point out. She stares at me. "Yes, I'm serious." Regina sits down next to me and sort of leaned against me for a while. She doesn't stay off coke and I try to not get too angry. She satisfies me sexually because Cowan is an idiot; Regina's creativity trumps Shelia's curves every time.




My Brother's Back Ch. 01



(Wednesday)

"Christian," Regina says in a very shaky voice, "I'm in trouble."

"What is it?" I say evenly.

"Can you come down to the Quasar Club? There are some guys who want to talk with you," she gulps. I could say something stupid like 'are you in danger' but that's a given.

"Tell them if I don't see you when I enter it will go badly," I instruct her. I don't wait for a reply. A quick stock of the situation gives me few options. A club during business hours doesn't allow me to go in guns blazing. I'll never get where I need to go. I absolutely can't rely on Cowan so I'm alone. I decide to be punctual for my own funeral.

I walk up to the front of the line to get in. The two bouncers at the door give me a leery eye. I'm not club material.

"Christian Talle," is all I feel is necessary to say. They let me in but I am immediately taken aside and searched. They are good enough to even search my ankles. One of the two large black men brings me deeper into the club.

Up on the second level around a crescent shaped sofa is a view that allowed the privileged to look down on the lesser masses through thick glass is a bevy of hot looking club girls, nine armed men, and the man clearly in charge. Regina sits on the periphery with one of the armed bodyguard's hands on her shoulder. The leader is a strongly built handsome black man with a clear sense of authority and power. He could have been a colonel in the military.

The gaze he sends my way isn't friendly to say the least. The leader doesn't even address me right off.

"Was he carrying?" he addresses the man who'd searched me.

"Nothing Jamal," the man answers. The leader chuckles and shakes his head.

"Well, you are one dumbass," Jamal addresses me. Jamal Foster was Cedric Foster's oldest son and heir to the criminal empire. I gave him this much, he doesn't gloat or taunt me.

"Take him out back, stomp him flat and put him to the Yard," he tells one of his minions. The Yard means the car crusher that has given his old man his name; Cedric Crusher Foster.

I doubt this will be a pleasant way to die. Curtis sits back down with his companions and motions four of his goons to manhandle me toward the back of the club. Thankfully he must have a different fate for Regina because he doesn't send her with us. At the back of the club we enter a narrow service walkway. When we get pass the last storeroom I turn to one of the men who holds me by my upper arm.

"Do you know what I love about gunfights?" I ask smiling. Before he can respond, I answer. "There is always a gun around when you need it." I smash my head back into the nose of the goon behind me. When his grip weakens I break free and smash my fist into the first guy's throat. Everyone is moving but I have the advantage that there is no one in these tight confines I don't want to shoot. 

I grab the first guy's gun out of his holster and pump one into the man's chest. The second guy wraps his arms around me so I pivot so that he is between me and the remaining two goons. I push the gun around and shoot him in the side. When his grip slips, I spin around and put a round in his chest too.

Now the second guy begins to catch bullets sent my way but he is big enough to block them. As the dead man's body slumps to the ground I kneel down and put two bullets in each of their chests. I'm a trained killer remember? I drop the first gun, take the second guy's gun, and grab up the third man's gun before going back where I've come from.

Speed is of the essence; there is no way all our shots had gone totally unnoticed. I come back through the door while bringing up a mental map of the room and try to divine where people might be moving. When I pass through the door I notice only one of the bodyguards has turned around, his hand over the holster in his coat but nothing pulled out.

I put two in that guy's chest. Jamal is turning around to see what is going wrong when I put my first bullet downrange. The shot catches him right behind the ear and splattered his brains against the glass wall that was meant to protect him. Three men in the sitting area are moving, but only one is of direct threat, the man who has his hand on Regina. Two shots hit him center mass and he spins away.

I let the first gun drops and I switch the spare to my right hand as I bend over and run to the side opposite Regina. I keep at a run until I came around the far side opening. One guy is looking right at me but his gun is down, the other two have their backs to me and are looking in the direction I've entered the room form.

I put two shots into each of them. The last guy gets a shot off and some girl is screaming her head off. That is not my damn problem. I go over to Regina and grab her by her arm and yank her down the stairs. The bouncer who had escorted me comes running my way. I point a gun in his face and he raises his hands.

"Tell Cedric he's got six kids left. If he doesn't want to lose anymore he'll stop coming for me," I growl. The man's eyes grew wide; I doubt this is what he wants to tell the criminal kingpin. I push past him and storm out of the club.

"It wasn't me," Regina pleads and sobs. I've scared the hell out of her.

"I know," I say eerily serene voice.

"It was Cowan," she stammers then adds, "How did you know it wasn't me?"

"You don't have my phone number Regina and I haven't told anyone else about you. It had to be him," I explain. Regina remains at my side as we make our way home.

"What now?" she asks.

"I make a phone call," I answer. I give Cowan a call.

"How do you want it?" is the first words out of my mouth. No explanation or excuses necessary.

"We can talk about this," Cowan responds. "Meet me at Jewel's and we can talk it out."

"Cowan, get ready to die," I tell him before I hang up.

I give Regina thousand dollars and a choice of running back to the streets or hiding at my place. I don't wait for her decision, I take three handguns and head back out. I check out Jewel's place to make sure the police haven't closed in yet. I come around the back and give Jewel a call. I have her come out back so I can meet her.

"Christian, I need to explain some things to you; we all need to explain some things to you," she insists frantically. Her eyes keep flashing down to the guns in my hands and back to my eyes.

"Inside," I command evenly. I'm not really interested in anything Jewel has to say were Cowan is concerned. Betrayal is usually a pretty clear affair.

I walk into the main sitting area of Jewel's house when I see the whole school gang assembled, Cowan included. I don't like the look of this at all. Only Cowan has the good sense to look frightened.

"Christian, we need to talk," Kris stands and addresses me.

"Make it quick; I don't have long," I tell him.

"Christian you have been working for us since you came back and we want to bring you into the operation now. You have done a lot to establish a presence in the drug market in the city. We've been creating and manufacturing the product, Cowan has been setting up the distribution, and you have been removing those who have been horning in on our action," he explains.

"Dallas is our chemist, Kris handles production, Alton handles the book keeping, and I handle the legal side of things. Cowan does the actually selling of our product," Jewel outlines further.

"You are drug dealers," I clarify with deadly intent.

"The economy has been hard all over," Kris answers.

"I want no part of this," I growl. "Why the fuck did you bring me into something I wanted no part of?"

"We tried to bring you in as Cowan's enforcer when you came back Christian and we needed someone to protect us and our business interests. Cowan said he could bring you around," Jewel says.

"I wanted to work at a damn gym," I snap then things came together.

"There was no ransom; the kid was being held so old man Foster could take your business over," I grind out.

"I knew you could kill Jamal too," Cowan gives me that crazy grin.

"We need you," Jewel pleads. My friends have gotten greedy and short sighted in my absence. Jewel hurts the worst because she had kept up with me this whole time.

"You are going to need our help with Foster now," Alton says as he joins the conversation. He was always the smart one.

"That's right Alton and whose fault is that? Fuck that; there are only two questions that matter: do I join up and who walks out of this room alive?" I tell them all.

"Christian, we are a team; we have always been," Kris points out. My glare shuts him up then I turn and walk out. Killing them doesn't keep me alive. Not killing them won't help much either.

"What does that mean?" I hear Alton ask.

"Since he didn't kill us I imagine he's in," Jewel answers.

"I told you guys this would work out fine," Cowan chortles.

"Shut up," I catch Jewel saying before I exit the scene.



My Brother's Back Ch. 02



(This chapter is a bit disjointed as it puts some things into play for later) 

*

(Thursday)

My first week back in town I located a nice little bar that felt more like a pub. It had three necessary factors: a small familiar crowd, good liquor, and no gun checks at the door. Now I'm not a huge fan of a routine but sometimes you need a familiar place to unwind even if that means people looking for you can stop by for a 'chat'.

I notice the two of them at the bar when I come in. I'm hardly someone the bartender would consider a regular (I haven't been there at least five years) but he knows me and doesn't know them. He gives me a nod which I return. The girl member of the duo gets up leaving her beer and walks over to me. I keep track of her out of the corner of my eye. The guy tilts himself toward me making it easier to draw down if the situation demands it.

"Mind if I sit here?" she asks sliding in before I can say no. "Buy me a drink?" I give her a look over. She's attractive with rich full lips, medium brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her facial features are strong and well-crafted that accentuates her neck and broad shoulders. Her breasts are a B/C size more lined up with the center. She has a taut stomach and waist but fuller hips and legs that just won't stop. I imagine her ass is pretty nice too.

"What do you need?" I say in a bored voice. She gives me a foxy smile.

"Can't a girl sit down for a bit of conversation?"

"Is that the girl with the 9mm on her hip or the girl with the ankle holster," I stare at her. She doesn't move. I figure her partner is too far away to hear what's going on.

"Oh, well I suppose you would be perceptive," she admits. "Mr. Talle I would like to ask you some questions."

"Is SWAT outside waiting for me?" I interject. I am a mass murderer after all.

"No."

"Ask away," I tell her.

"Several bodies have been showing up dead recently. Would you know anything about this?" she asks.

"I plead the Fifth," I respond.

"At one of the shootings eight men were all killed with one weapon. That's some very impressive shooting skills," she hints.

"Maybe several guys juggled the gun back and forth," is my sarcastic alternative.

"There is some real pressure to deal with this. There is a fear that a major gang war breaking and that means people dying; some of them innocent," she tells me.

"What do you want me to do about it?" I wonder.

"Why don't you help us deal with this matter? We can help you out," she offers.

"You can probably arrest me but you are not which makes me wonder what is really going on here. Are you going to beat around the bush or can I go home?" I sigh impatiently.

"Do you want us to arrest you now? I'm sure you don't have a permit for that gun," she now threatens.

"It's in the car," I reply. She stares at me for a minute.

"Let's try this again. I'm Detective Serendipity Smith," she says evenly.

"Serendipity? Seriously? Man your parents must have hated you. I'm Christian Talle, but you already know that," I respond.

"I do, but what I don't know is what you are doing back in town?" she smiles.

"I've come back home and now I do odd jobs to get by," I grin back. Is it really a lie if we both know I'm making all this up?

"I am more concerned about what you are doing on these odd jobs. You are making things unsettled on the streets. People are afraid," she tells me.

"What is it that you think I am doing?" I counter.

"You are helping a new player move into the drug market," she answers.

"Now we are back to the question of why I'm not in jail," I relate to her. We look at each other for a few seconds and then I'm back 'In Country' except this time I'm the tribal warlord and she's the Government operative with the bigger enemy to fight. "You want me to keep up with what I'm doing but under your control," I suggest.

"That would be illegal," she gives me a wink and a smile.

"So, who do you want me to kill?" I inquire.

"It isn't that easy," she tells me. "It is more that we want to know who you are aiming for or who you having trouble with."

"What is in it for me?" I question.

"You don't go to jail today for one thing," she responds.

"Do you know when I came home all I wanted to do was work at a gym," I inform her.

"That doesn't seem to have worked out all that well," she points out.

"How do we communicate?" I ask. Serendipity hands me a card, which I see is not her official police issue; probably some sort of special task force that will never, ever admit to making any deal with me. "Is there any other person I should be talking to?"

"No, I think it is safe to say it will only be you and I," she answers.

"No. I want to talk to the person in charge. That's not negotiable. If you are working alone I might as well face a trial now where I can garner some sympathy for saving a girl's life," I reply. "How do you think you will avoid Foster long enough to get to trial?" she threatens me.

"I'll take my chances," I say in a blasé voice.

"Awful sure of yourself, aren't you?" she notes.

"Not really; you have a plan but so do I and my plan doesn't involve me being in general population. Now if you can figure that one out I'll give you a cookie," I glare at her. She studies me for a minute then nods.

"I'll arrange a meeting if possible or arrest you if not," she smiles. "Is that good enough?" It is my turn to nod. She's welcome to try and catch me if she can.

"One thing I would like to know on a personal level," she asks. I wait so she continues, "Why take the risk for Regina Blackburn?"

"She's a great piece of ass," is my glib reply. "Are you offering to take her place?" Serendipity smirks and gives me a 'ya right' expression.

"In that case I need to go," I tell her. I finish my beer and head out the door. I can feel her eyes upon me and in a way I almost feel sorry for her and her boss. Violence hates constraint and better people than a bunch of metropolitan cops have tried and failed. What matters right now is that I'm free to walk the streets. Being in jail would really limit my options.

(Friday)

I wordlessly welcome Jewel into off the elevator letting her stand inside fidgeting uncomfortably. This is the second time over tonight. Earlier she came by, she told me that a few of the others knew about our meeting and I sent her home after fifteen minutes. Her car has GPS after all so I make her come back in a cab paid for in cash. I don't want interruption.

"Come with me," I motion toward my living area. There Regina is waiting for us and Jewel gives me a curious look. I sit down in the chair closest to the couch giving the only two places to sit being on either side of Regina.

"What is this all about?" Jewel inquires nervously.

"Jewel we were friends; you of all of them kept in touch with me. You gave a crap. What I need to know now is if we are still friends?" I question Jewel.

"What? Of course we are still friends Christian," Jewel says with some relief.

"Prove it," I tell her as I stand up and hover over her.

"Christian, I don't understand. What is it that you want me to do?" Jewel wonders.

"Stand up," I command her. Jewel hesitates uncertain what to do then stands up. I cup her face in my hands and kiss her. Jewel tries to pull away but I'm far too strong. "Take off your clothes," I tell her next.

"Please Christian, don't do this," she pleads.

"Jewel, how many people have you asked me to kill for you? Did you think the price would be paid solely in cash? Now take off your clothes," I repeat. Jewel looks pitiful and frightened. She's hoped to keep her hands clean and rake in the money. I don't think so.

"What else can I do?" she begs.

"Take off your clothes," I say yet again. Jewel sees she's not getting anything with reason and undoubtedly hopes this is some perverse game on my part. The jacket comes off and falls onto the sofa. I pull her in and kiss her again with less resistance on her part this time. I know she doesn't have much sexual experience.

I move my fingers to her shirt and start pulling up. Once more she tries to resist feebly but it is more of a token resistance now as she starts sniffling. Clearly she can't believe this is happening to her. As I reach for the clasp in front of her bra and open it I give her one more way out.

"You can walk out right now -- one last chance -- and we are done. I'll leave you and the others for Cedric Foster to deal with. I'm sure he'll get me eventually, but I don't think you want to imagine what his killers will do to you. Walk away or stay; your choice," I state. Jewel is paralyzed. In my eyes she imagines the eyes of her killers and I can see the fantasies of easy money being swept away. I see the 'please' form on her lips.

I open her bra and begin massaging her breasts. They are actually quite nice, firm and large for her light frame. I kiss her again and this time she holds eye contact.

"Take off your skirt," I dictate to her. Jewel takes a deep gulp of air and pulls down the side zipper and wiggles out of her skirt. I see she has stockings not hose and high cut underwear.

Jewel is pulled up to my waist and hangs there in my grasp for a second.

"Wrap your legs around me," I instruct her between kisses. She does so with a tiny bit more enthusiasm but her eyes get really large when she realizes she's rubbing against my erection. I know she isn't a virgin but her sole encounter was this sole rocky relationship with some dipshit in Law School. I'm going to fuck her brains out.

When we get to the bedroom Jewel finally notices Regina coming with us.

"What's she ..." Jewel starts.

"She's going to be with us tonight," I tell her. She still looks skeptical so I repeat, "She's going to be with us."

I walk her on her knees to the middle of the bed before lowering myself on top of her. She gulps when she feels my weight on top of her. I place gentle kisses on her cheeks, nose, and lips until the fear starts to leave her eyes and it is replaced by a sexual curiosity. She even starts to ignore Regina reclining next to us.

"Christian ... you know me ..." she murmurs. I nod. I keep kissing her but move off to my side so I have a free hand. I start with her chin and neck, drawing sensual lines that make Jewel's breath deepen. After a minute I migrate down to one of her breasts which are already responsive in the extreme.

"Jewel, play with your other nipple," I whisper to her. My voice seems to shock her but she nods and moves her hand down to do as instructed. She quickly moans and gyrates her hips. I move down and start sucking on a breast and rub her tip and my teeth which cause her to cry out.

"Reach down and play with your pussy," I tell her.

"No please," she whimpers fearfully as she knows control is fast slipping past her.

"Do it through your panties," I offer. "You don't have to actually touch yourself." Jewel lies to herself and takes this as a viable option. She lets her hand slip down and I notice she gingerly starts playing with her private region. I now have one nipple under my mouth and the other between my thumb and forefinger, pinching and pulling.

My movements have given Regina an opening and I feel her move over my shoulder and look down on Jewel. I can feel Jewel tremble as the lock gazes then Regina leans in and starts kissing Jewel. Jewel makes a mewling noise that is smothered by Regina's lips. I can feel Regina's hands massaging Jewel's hair which reminds that Regina is a true professional. It is like sending a cougar to kill a rabbit.

By the time I work my way down to Jewel's crotch she is so sensory overwhelmed she doesn't realize I'm pulling her panties down until they are half way down her thighs. She clutches them; I decide to wait instead of forcing the issue. I leave them in place and start licking the top of her cunt. Again she whimpers and her pleas are lost in Regina's kisses.

I steadily push her thighs open until I can get a full lick along her length at which point her resistance starts to crumble. Her hand stops holding onto her panties and ends up hold onto my head. I push a finger into Jewel's incredibly tight box, Jewel shudders and when I start moving it around she explodes violently. I have to wonder how much she masturbates she is so tightly wound.

"You okay Jewel?" Regina asks sympathetically once Jewel calms down.

"What? Are we done?" she responds, halfway hopeful and halfway disappointed.

"Now I fuck you," I answer. I can see the reply on her lips. She wants to say 'no' but she has just had a mind blowing experience that promises to go on. She opts to close her eyes in denial.

I pull her panties down the rest way but start kissing thighs inside of going right in. I take her hand and place it on her crotch once more. There are no orders yet, just the suggestion of what she should do. Regina goes back to kissing Jewel's lips. I have no doubt that Jewel is a good lawyer but she's an infant in the bedroom where Regina is a pro and I'm a practiced participant.

I'm nipping her thighs when I see her hand begin to rubbing around her cunt. I feel good enough now to have my hand join hers and that makes her even more enthusiastic. Regina pulls down to Jewel's chest and alternates sucking on each breast. Regina starts moaning in return when Jewel's spare hand starts massaging Regina's nipples with growing inspiration.

I've worked my face into her crotch with another finger teasing the entrance when I feel her pulling her legs up higher and higher, opening herself up to greater access. I take up her invitation, pushing my finger into one of the tightest pussies I've ever had. Between that and my tongue I catch sight of her tossing her head back and forth.

"Oh, oh, oh," she starts panting then finally, "Please, please."

I move between her legs, pushing her knees apart and motion to Regina to fall back so Jewel and I can make eye contact. Her eyes are starving for attention and I hold that look as I press my tip into her. Her mouth opens in a little 'O' and then she grimaces as I push farther in.

I stop pushing, withdraw to the tip remains then push back in a little farther.

"Oh God," she groans. I start pushing a little harder until I'm finally balls deep in her and I let ourselves settle in. She adjusts to my size and her grip on my cock becomes less painful.

"Ready?" I ask softly. Jewel's eyes are near to tears but she nods. I start working in and out of her and soon she loosens up to the point we are both enjoying the experience.

"Christian," Jewel pants as I plunder her beauty. She reaches up and grabs hold of my shoulders and starts pulling me deeper into her. From her own descriptions of her sexual life I know that Jewel has never had sex like this, pushing her toward this level of fulfillment and the best thing is I'm far from done tonight.

I start rubbing her clit as I piston into her and she's soon fighting to breathe. This time when she climaxes she wets the sheets and wracks her body with soundless screams. I keep pounding into her until I come as well. I pull out and let her legs come back down before I roll to the side. Inadvertently she rolls over and places her head and hand on my chest and shoulder.

I'm not expecting an 'Oh my God that was fantastic' or anything like that. I've forced her to have sex and she's trying to adjust to that, but then I'm not done yet anyway. 

I stroke Jewel's hair for a while then shift my body so that her head is sliding down. At first Jewel doesn't appear to know what is going on but when she does she turns her head and looks to me in a pleading gesture.

"I don't know how," she warns me. I keep pushing her down and though she tries to resist she soon finds herself facing my cock.

"Put your lips over it," I instruct her. Jewel gulps then does as she's told. She tries a few things before she learns to lick it with her tongue between taking my cockhead into her mouth. I give her five minutes to get into the rhythm before I start pushing her head down. She gurgles but gamely keeps at it.

"On your hands and knees," I tell her. She tries to figure out how to do it while keeping in my cock in her mouth before she decides she can't and assumes the position and I reinsert my cock into her mouth. At first she lets me fuck her face then she balances on one arm and works over my cock with her other hand. I put a hand on each side of her head and give her a steady motion.

Jewel is getting into it as her mouth accommodates my penis. I direct her as she licks the base and my balls and proves to be an apt student. I have to admire her dedication to pleasing me. She is taken off guard when Regina moves up behind her and spreads her legs apart then starts working her pussy with a dildo. She is soon moaning again around my cock giving me the incentive to push a little harder.

When she chokes I draw my cock out and let Jewel catch her breath. She looks up at me and gives me a strangely exotic glazed expression. She's getting into this. I look over to Regina who grins and gives me a nod so I pull Jewel onto my cock once more and fuck her with more force. Jewel is still taking it with gusto when Regina puts a vibrator against her puckered anus.

Jewel bucks and tries to move. My hands hold her head tight so she can't get away. She starts crying when Regina slips the vibrator in and I keep fucking her face. Regina and I build up our pace until Jewel is shaking to another orgasm. Her whole body is locked which grabs my cock in her throat and squeezes me until I shoot down her throat.

Jewel is chocking as I drop her to the side. Regina keeps her two implements in her for a few more seconds before having mercy. Now Jewel is sobbing uncontrollable and choking on my semen. Finally she gives me a pathetic look.

"Why?" she begs.

"Now do you know what I felt like when I saw you in the room with my so-called friends? You didn't just fuck me Jewel, you fucked my whole life. I'm probably not going to make it out of this alive. The rest of you want to use me as a body shield. What the fuck do I have left now?" I ask. She stares at me with tear streaked cheeks.

"You didn't think about this did you? You and the others want to be rich. To you it is all about chemicals and profits, while I'm supposed to do the bleeding and killing, neither which I want to do. The thing is Jewel, you were always good to me so if you wonder why this night happened I wanted to see if I had a reason to stay," I inform her.

"So ... so you fucked me?" is her shocked response.

"Yes, how does it feel?" I shoot back. Jewel gets up and staggers around trying to put her mind together.

"I want to go home," she manages to say.

"Fine, I'll call you a cab. There is one more thing," I add. "You don't see Alton anymore. That is his price for fucking me over -- he doesn't get you."

"What about the others; are you going to get them too?" she wonders.

"Cowan is going to get himself killed; of that I have no doubt. I'll figure a way to square accounts with Kris and Dallas," I assure her. At least she didn't ask me not to. 

After I send Jewel home I put Regina in a cab as well. I'm a bastard, I'm angry, and I want to be alone.

(Saturday evening)

It has been a long day which has mostly consisted of hunting down a few of my old service buddies trying to put a team together to help me do my new job. I had five positive contacts and a meeting set up for Monday. Cowan tells me there would be another drug deal with the accompanying danger.

When the buzzer rings I am stunned to see Jewel waiting for me to buzz her in. I check that she is alone then let her come up. When she looks at me I have trouble figuring out the emotions behind her eyes. I wouldn't be surprised if she draws a gun and tries to shoot me. I motion her to join me in the living room without comment. I figure she wants to do the talking.




My Brother's Back Ch. 02



"Christian, I want to talk about last night," she tells me while she looked down at the ground. I wait for her to continue. "That can never happen again," she blurts out as she glares at me.

"Okay," I reply softly. Jewel looks me over.

"What do you mean okay? Do you know what you did to me last night? Do you have a clue?" she shouts.

"I made you have sex with me Jewel," I state evenly. Jewel jumps up and throws her jacket on the ground.

"Well fuck you Christian! Fuck you!" she keeps ranting. It takes me a moment to understand what I am seeing.

Now, I'm not a man who believes that every woman is in need of a big cock to set her straight, or if you fuck a girl long enough and she'll love you, or even that you can ruin a good women with the wonder-cock. In my experience it has never happened outside of mess hall bullshit and on-line porn. So here I am looking at Jewel in total arousal, her face flush, her hands trembling and her nipples pointing through her silk blouse.

I step up and kiss her. Jewel steps back and slaps me. I follow and kiss her again. She steps back and I get another slap.

"Stop it," she nearly sobs.

"Stay with me tonight," I request. Jewel's eyes bug out.

"Damn you," she shudders but she follows that up by stepping into me and resting her head on my chest. I gently let my arms flow around her while she gets the tears out of her system.

"Why are you really here?" I ask her. 

"You were right," she mutters into my chest. "I screwed you over so you screwed me back. There, I said it; I can go home now," she admits.

"Stay the night with me," I repeat.

"Why?" she struggles to understand. I think she's had something for me for some time.

"You are the only one who gave a damn about me, you did what I asked you to do, and I want you," I confess.

"You have Regina; she's a professional whore. I bet she knows how to give a blowjob or be sodomized," she moans.

"Regina is a coke addict and I could never give myself fully over to a woman who couldn't control herself," I relate.

"I don't feel like I'm very much in control of myself," Jewel mutters. I run my hands over her back from shoulder blades to her ass cheeks. As I do so she can't fail to feel that I'm aroused by her. Jewel's hand came down and massaged it and sighed.

"Do you want to go to the bedroom?" I ask her. She doesn't respond with words. Instead she strokes me through my pants while she rubs her other hand over my chest.

I spin Jewel around and push her down on the sofa causing her to yelp. I fall on her and begin working off her shirt rapidly. I'm kissing her while playing with her breasts through her bra. Jewel is thrusting against me and panting under my touch. She says something I thought I would never have heard twenty-four hours ago.

"Christian, I want you ... Now!" Jewel insists.

I start tripping out of my pants and Jewel wiggles out of her skirt and underwear. God she's still tight when I start entering her but Jewel arches her back to push even more in.

Later we've made it to the bedroom and are partially under the sheets. One of the downsides of my place is that the heating sucks. Jewel is lying on her back and I'm on my side looking at her.

"Why did you come back Jewel, and if you say it is because I fucked you so good I swear I'll spank you," I tell her. She looks over to me and seems to be putting her thoughts in order.

"Everyone else drifted apart after high school. E-mails became less frequent; Kris and Dallas had summer jobs then relationships and finally marriage. Alton was studying all the time and his papers to publish and awards to win. Cowan was always in trouble and mostly wanted money when we did talk. Then there was you, you always took the time to keep in touch. I knew you spent more time talking with me than you did with your own folks."

"Do you realize you were the only one to go to my graduation, even if it was on-line; everyone else was busy, but you were in some God-forsaken Hellhole and you took the time to sit with me for two hours and share my greatest moment in my life. I have to admit you looked like you had just came back from the wilderness, but I was so happy to see you," she goes on.

"I had come back from patrol early but I told my CO that I had to make your call. Everyone thought you were my girlfriend, but I didn't want them to think I was cheating on you with some of the local girls so I denied it; we were complicated," I respond. "So?"

"So when you got back I forgot what we'd gone through and only say the money we were going to make," she admits.

"And my amazing fucking ability turned you around?" I scoffed.

"Hell no," she moaned. "The fucking hurt like hell and made me never wanted to see you again, but it was that look on your face that made me return. I had to say I was sorry."

"So why are we in bed together?" I persist. Now she looks embarrassed.

"It hurt, you were brutal, but it was the best sex I've ever had. I know that's not saying much. I've never felt a man need my body so much before in my life and I wanted to recapture some of that," Jewel confesses. I run my hand over her side and down to her pubic area which causes her to smile.

"Roll over," I instruct her. Jewel starts to get onto all fours then gives me a sharp look.

"Not the ass. Damn you that still hurts," she declares.

"I want your ass again this weekend," I reply.

"Oh God," Jewel groans but she doesn't say no. 

I don't position myself behind her as much as slide my body over hers. My chest is on her back and one of my hands holds me up while the other one massages a breast. I nibble on her shoulder and neck and Jewel starts to shudder and moan. Slipping in is almost anticlimactic this time. She is loosened up enough to not be a struggle to enter and she is already wet enough to defeat the friction.

She starts making piston-like motions into me before I can push into her.

"There is something else," she gasps. "I've always wanted you a whole lot more than I wanted Alton. I always knew you would treat me better." 

"How is that?" I question.

"You asked me about my one disastrous encounter in college and talked me through it. Since then I began wondering what it would be like with you because you seemed to know so much about sex. Alton was always trying to impress me with what he had, but not with what he could do with me," she tells me.

"I admit I never thought about having sex with you until a week ago. As you said, we were always friends first. I'm not saying I mind, it wasn't the first thing I thought of when I got to town though," I respond as I pick up my rhythm. As I push that last inch in her grunts and thrusts her hips up against me.

"Getting used to this?" I whisper into her ear.

"It is still sore but yes, you are filling me up and I love it," she pants. Well that's good for the ego. I figure Jewel has had it rough for the past twenty-four so I keep my actions steady and gentle until she gives me her body and passion.

Jewel is starting to come down from her shuddering climax when I feel my own urges boil up in my balls.

"Keep at it Jewel," I groan. "I'm almost there." Jewel trusts back into me, though weakly; I shoot off and Jewel moans as the heat coats her womb.

"Man, I could get used to this," Jewel chuckles softly. I roll to the side and keep Jewel with me, my cock still in her pussy.

"Mmmm ... "she murmurs as she rubs her hips and shoulders against me. We stay there for the longest time before she sighs.

"Do you remember our first day in seventh grade?" she asks out of the blue.

"Not really. I knew we hadn't known each other for long. Why?" I respond.

"Do you remember Betsy Campbell?" she persists.

"Nope."

"That first day of school Mom insisted I wear a bra to school despite my ... being un-endowed." Jewel was a late bloomer. "Betsy Campbell and some other girls were teasing me then tore my shirt off and made me cry."

"Oh," now I was remembering. That hadn't been one of my best days.

"You came up and hit her in the stomach and she fell down and you drove the other girls off. No one had ever stood up for me like that before," she confesses.

"As I recall now I punched her a few times then kicked her when she was down. I did a week's detention for that and that was only my first week of school," I chuckle. "No one picked on my friends -- it was a given."

"I never forgot that," she tells me in a subdued tone.

"Well, it was worth the price. None of those girls ever bothered you again, did they?" I ask.

"No," Jewel sighs. "Betsy avoided me for years after that. Even when you guys got your asses kicked everyone knew that you would be there for me."

"The other guys would have been too," I point out. We had all been that close once.

"You were always the first in, Christian. Everyone knew you would be there no matter what and you never asked for anything in return," she relates.

"I'm asking now," I reply.

"We have it coming this time," she answers. 

"I need to get going," she informs me. I let her stand up and watch her walk to the living room to get her clothes. I watch her go and she rewards me with a look and a smirk as she heads out the bedroom door. I follow her out and drink in the sight of watching her dress. 

Jewel comes to me and layers me in kisses before I escort her to the elevator. Only when I watch her car drive out of the garage does it dawn on me I might have a girlfriend.

(Tuesday)

I am sitting around a table in the Crab Shack with four of my Service buddies and a newcomer that I don't know. The stranger is a woman and I'm not normally a fan of women in combat services, but I've never had to serve with one. My buddy DuPont who served with me for three years vouches for her and she looks tough.

When I lay out the 'mission' one of my buddies excuses himself; criminal activities inside the United States aren't his thing but the others seem interested. My plan is pretty simple -- a small force of elite troops that deal with obstacles to drug trade instead of actual security; Cowan can round up the local talent for that. We are there to make sure no one fucks us over twice.

Our first concern it not ending up dead or in prison for the rest of your lives. I tell them I have a possible in with the police (no details) plus we are going to do what we really do best -- get the bad guys without hurting the good guys. This is essential and something we can all agree on. After that we haggle over price, equipment, and living space and set up arrangements to begin.

My team consists of DuPont, who I spent time with. He's a bigger, meaner version of me though not as fast. DuPont brought along the woman, Connie. Connie's been shot at, wounded, done time in juvenile prison and has extensive physical training. Not my ideal candidate, but something has to be said for reliability.

Jellico is the only officer in my group. He got screwed over in a divorce several years ago that led him to drop out of service but when he was in he ran some extensive Intelligence operations for us. That means he convinces some locals to spy on other locals for us. Since I don't want to rely on Cowan or Serendipity for my information I need a network of my own.

My last member is Treygar. He's a bland, faceless individual barely outside the definition of sociopath. He's good at most forms of combat but excels at sniping. When I called him he was working at a carwash and he didn't hesitate do say yes. Kind of like me, he only feels truly alive when he's in combat and he's been fighting that impulse for the past few years. I guess he's tired of fighting it.

(Thursday)

I get a call from Officer Smith to meet in front of the Seventh precinct in two hours. This is going to go pretty good or horribly bad. Still a statewide APB doesn't really appeal to me thought the use of pistols in the crimes will keep the Feds off my back temporarily. I show up on time, no pistol (if I need a pistol there will be a lot of police issue around), and as much courage as I can muster.

Serendipity meets me on the steps and seems pretty nervous which doesn't do me much good. She takes me to the fourth floor past a number of cops, DA's, lawyers, and criminals. She sticks me in an interrogation room, pulls the camera feed, and leaves without comment. Me, I love sitting in a cage. When the door opens she's back with a slender attractive black female detective who screams of go-getter.

"Mr. Talle," she says without sitting down or offering her hand. "I'm Captain Austin, Organized Crime Taskforce. What is there to talk about?"

"I wanted to know that you were real; that this wasn't some dipshit street cop going cowboy," I respond.

"Let me make ourselves clear - we have no special relationship. We catch you fucking up we will take you down. We will rely on you for intelligence from time to time. That is all," she affirms. I stand up to leave which isn't a bad thing since I was the only one standing.

"It has been a pleasure talking to you," I say straight-faced. "Have fun with your career dead end."

The look she gives me is far from pleasant. She moves to bar my way and Serendipity puts her hand on her piece.

"I don't think you understand you situation," Austin relates to me.

"How about this; someone killed seventeen criminals in your city with only one civilian being wounded. That is two criminal groups shaken up that you couldn't break with conventional means," I guess.

"You have several criminal organizations that have proven immune to normal legal means to shut down or even slow down, but they are not immune to bullets now are they? You figure if I can break up the groups you can get your hooks into them and finish them off. Crime drops; you get promoted. Stop me if I've gone off the play book," I tell her. Austin and I lock gazes.

"Jamal Duncan was a person of interest in a number of crimes," Austin tells me, "but we couldn't touch him between the loyalty of his network, his sources inside law enforcement, and his lawyers. You took care of that nearly two decade long problem in two minutes. The other group was peanuts, but you have shaken up the entire East Side; with Jamal gone there is no designated successor to the old man."

"What is in it for me?" I inquire.

"You get to live free," she grins.

"So I need to figure out when to cut and run before you decide that I'm no longer useful -- got it," I respond.

"Pretty much," she nods.

"So from here on out it is Serendipity and me?" I say.

"Yes. If I have someone else I want you to work through I will have either her or I make the introductions," she instructs me.

"If this blows up in your face you are going to jail for the rest of your lives, both of you," I point out.

"You'll get the death penalty," Austin smiles. I doubt that's the case. Austin plans to kill me before all of this is over. Anyone being able to talk about this meeting is bad for her career. I wonder if Serendipity knows that. Anyway it is time for me to leave before Austin decides I'm a little too smart.

(Monday)

The buzzer rings and I take a look at the camera; it is Shelia and Regina and they look agitated.

"Yes?"

"Christian, I really need your help," Regina pleads. I buzz them in and go over to the elevator to cut it on.

When they come up I look them over and I see that Regina is concerned but Shelia is fucking terrified. She also looks frazzled, like she's been fucked hard and long. I wait for one of the girls to speak. No surprise it is Regina; Shelia and I don't have much history.

"Christian, Shelia got screwed over this weekend. She was tied up and fucked in a motel room and someone told her pimp, Tony, that she quit a party so she didn't even get paid for Friday night," she outlines for me.

"What do you want me to do about it?" I ask dubiously. Shelia looks pathetic when she speaks.

"I need $1350 right now. I swear I'll make it up to you," she pleads.

"How is that going to work?" I inquire. I've got her and Shelia knows it. She starts sobbing.

"Christian, we will both make it up to you, I promise. Shelia's looks out for me and now she needs me," Regina adds to this disaster. I think this over because this is starting to look like a good deal of time and energy.

"Tell me who did this to you and how I can contact your pimp," I groan as I head off to get a cup of coffee. The girls follow along so I wordlessly offer them a cup as well.

"It was a convention," Sheila begins, "and this cute Asian chick came up and started talking to me. She took me up to her room and we started out with a little light bondage then she went nuts on me."

"How does this have you dumping the party? She was part of the clientele," I point out.

"She bound me up tightly then went down to the party and told one of the other girls that I'd grabbed her coke and run off," Shelia says in a hollow voice. Yes, that would do it.

"She spent the whole weekend until last night around midnight fucking me and making me eat her out until my tongue went numb and I swear my asshole was bleeding," Shelia relates.

"Name?" I ask. Shelia now looks totally humiliated.

"Vicky Lu," she whispers. Another fucking classmate of ours, and not a good one; Victoria was a vicious little bitch with a whip thin body and a super sharp mind. Too bad she had the temperament of a total psycho.

"How did she hold you down? I can't imagine she's gotten that much bigger," I question.

"By the time she untied me I was too tired to resist," Sheila trembles. "After that I was trying to stay alive. I was really afraid she'd try and kill me."

"And then she refused to pay you?" I stated.

"Yes," Shelia. "She didn't even let me get dressed. She tossed me and my clothes out in the hall and laughed at me while she took some pictures." No one says anything for the longest time. Regina looks at me desperately while Shelia is basically beyond hope. I take out my phone.

"Alton," I tell my 'buddy' when he answers the phone, "I need to find out what Victoria Lu does and if you can arrange for me to have a private meeting."

"What for?" he inquires.

"I need to have a personal conversation with her over a private matter. I think this might be time sensitive," I add.

"Okay then; I'll be in touch," he signs off. I'm back to looking at the girls.

"I'll arrange for a meeting with your pimp then see what I can do to make Vicky pay you what she owes," I explain. "I need to eat breakfast and take a shower. You two feel free to grab a bite and crash out on the bed."

"I'll make it up to you," Shelia mumbles. The more I look at it the more I realize she's been worked over hard with little sleep. I reach out and rub my hand over her upper arm.

"Get a bite and I'll take care of this," I comfort her. As she makes her way to the bedroom Regina comes up and presses her body against mine.

"I'll make this up to you Christian. We really had no one else to go to," she confesses.

"How much trouble are in you for helping her?" I ask.

"Tony is going to beat my ass and that is only if I'm lucky. Sometimes he puts out cigarette butts on our thighs or beats our pussies with a spatula," she relates.

"Lovely fucking profession," I remind her. Regina doesn't call me a liar. This does tell me something about her ability to see past her own nose job.

It is nearly noon before I find myself knocking at Tony the Pimp's door. It takes a while before a rather short, skinny light skinned Hispanic guy opens the door as much as the chain allows.

"What the fuck do you want?" he mumbles at me sleepily.

"I'm here to settle Shelia's account," I tell him quietly. His eyes open wider and he closes the door enough to unchain it. He motions me in. I hand out $1350 and hold it in front of him.

"This should cover it; does this make everything good?" I ask. Tony grins at me.




My Brother's Back Ch. 02



"There is a matter of interest and penalties," he adds.

"How much?" I respond.

"$1000," he suggests. I sigh.

"This will be the end of the matter," I say as I pull out the rest of the extortion.

"If something else comes up, I'll let you know," he chuckles. That's it. I fold up the money and put it back in my wallet.

"What the fuck? What the hell are you doing?" Tony gasps as his payday runs away.

"Let's try another way; I'm Christian Talle. Ask around about me and when you do, I suggest you tell Shelia she's off the hook so I don't need to come back here and deal with your sorry ass. From here on out, if you have a problem with Regina and Shelia, you tell me and I'll deal with it. As long as they work your streets they will pay you, but you don't hurt them anymore," I say with subdued menace.

He looks at me without comprehension. I turn and walk out. If he is a sadist, I'll be talking to his replacement soon enough. If he's smart he'll keep working Shelia and Regina on the streets. I'm not interested in becoming a pimp, even it is only for Regina and Shelia. I don't need the headache.

(Evening)

It takes a bit of talking but I convince Alton to let me borrow a hundred thousand dollars for a mythical project which allows me to meet up with Victoria Lu. Victoria is a sales consultant for a green technology firm which is in perpetually need of investors. According to Alton she really interested in closing some deals after a lousy business weekend so I'm meeting her at a bar.

I sit down next to her and she gives me a once over, blows me off, goes back to her cocktail then turns to me and smiles.

"Wow! Christian Talle, what hell are you doing here?" she beams.

"I'm here on business," I confess.

"Oh, what do you do?" she asks.

"You first," I counter.

"Not something you would be into; it is high-tech stuff," she laughs. "As I recall you had a hard time finding Hydrogen on the periodic table. Are you a garbage man, construction worker, or what?"

"I handle finances for a few select individuals," I relate and watch the lights come on.

"Well fuck me," she giggles.

"If you insist," I tease her back. That earns me a more appraising look.

"Can I make my sales pitch now, or have I ruined the deal?" she asks frankly.

"I'm all for being paid for what you work for," I promise her. Being so much smarter than me she takes that totally the wrong way.

I'm definitely not in Victoria's league and I'm smart enough to know it, but I've seen hydration projects in the Middle East and I've spent a few hours on line so I can ask some not-too-stupid questions. Finally Victoria finishes her spiel and looks at me expectantly.

"What do you think?" she smiles confidently.

"How much are you looking for tonight?" I respond. Victoria makes some mental calculations.

"Fifty thousand would be a good round number," she says confidently. "What were you thinking?"

"One hundred thousand," I reply which brings her up short. I imagine in most negotiations thing go the other way.

"Deal," she beams.

"I'm not totally convinced," I respond. "I have the money but I have a few other options that are competing for the money." Victoria is no fool in most respects.

"Can I work on expanding on my sales pitch somewhere else?" she purrs as she rubs my hand.

"Let's go to my place. I find the roominess helps negotiations," I tell her. She looks at me hungrily and I share the appreciation. Vicky is maybe 95 lbs. and five foot one, with a highly attractive and clingy emerald green mini-dress and stiletto heels. I can tell from high school that she's had laser eye surgery to correct her vision, but the rest of her is classically Vicky. Her breasts are very small but her nipples look to be broad and puffy while her ass suggests she's been working out.

She doesn't seem too impressed with my car.

"What brought you into the investment business?" Vicky asks.

"I spent nine years in the military, so when I came out I was considered very reliable as well as a man that got things done," I inform her.

"And this part between us is the bonus plan?" she taunts me.

"Well, how much do you get out of this?" I inquire.

"Fifteen percent," she moans sensually at the thought that she's making an extra $7500 by fucking me.

"I'm sure you'll be worth it Victoria. You were always very passionate," I respond.

"I was a spaz but you hung out with some pretty cool people. It always drove me nuts that you were such good friends with Kris; God I wanted to fuck him so much," Vicky confesses.

"What about me?" I question.

"I thought you were too dull to be interesting. I figured you would end up a mechanic or stock boy," she chuckles. "Glad to see you were an overachiever," she adds while rubbing my thigh. "Do you have a girlfriend you are cheating on?"

"Mostly I tend to rent by the hour," I evade. "How about you; girlfriend, boyfriend, loyal pet?"

"Damn!" howls Victoria hysterically. "That's a good one -- loyal pet. No one for me; boy's get possessive, girls want to hug me. I prefer the one night pick-up; boy or girl doesn't matter."

"Do you have a preference?" I inquire.

"I'm more into girls, but nothing beats a stiff dick at least once a week," she informs me. I nod to that because we pull into my garage.

"Bad part of town; do you have many neighbors?" she looks around. I give her this much, she's pretty fearless.

"Not at this time at night. This area has mainly Arabic businesses and they close down at nine, so we are pretty much alone, plus I have the whole warehouse," I inform her. I take her over to the elevator and we start heading up. She doesn't waste much time, pressing herself against me and grinding her body.

As I kiss her I work her dress up to ass, grabbing rich handfuls and causing her to moan. Business women or whores; what is with the thong panties? It is pretty clear to me that Vicky came ready for sex this evening so I can't count myself to be something special. When we stumble into the entry way I break free long enough to lock the elevator before we make our way to the living room.

"You've been doing well for yourself," Victoria remarks as she takes in the furniture and electronics in the room. I work her dress up her body and over her head. The dresses long sleeves cause her to be bound up over her head. I take her vulnerability as an opportunity to bend and take one of the largest areolas I've ever seen into my mouth and suck deeply.

"Oh yeah," she murmurs. I let go, tear up her lips and tongue in a brutal kiss before sliding down and pulling her panties off. Her smell is intoxicating and her fluids are already making her pussy slick. I give her a good lick on the way back up. Her dress comes off and she starts working off my clothes.

She yanks my tie off so fast it leaves a burn through the shirt. The shirt's buttons fly off as she rips it open. I kick off my shoes as she undoes the belt.

"Let's go to the bedroom," I suggest. I grab her by the hips in front of me into the next room. We are kissing when se stumble in which causes her to miss her two guests. That doesn't last long.

"What the fuck!" she snaps when she sees Shelia. A moment later she realizes who Regina is and she backs up against me. She's not afraid, she's furious. She rounds on me. "Christian, you prick." 

"I think you owe Shelia a weekend Victoria," I say calmly. Shelia and Regina, who have been reclining on the bed, now come our way. Shelia is in a pink teddy with heart shaped underwear while Regina is in a purple bodice with matching hose and thong.

"I don't owe either of these bitches anything. I paid Shelia back for high school. She got what was coming to her and you should understand that," Vicky spits.

"She's a whore," I explain, "so you use her like a whore, but you should have paid her and you certainly shouldn't have fucked her with her pimp. That is what brought me in."

"Get out of my way!" Victoria growls. Regina and Shelia are almost on us now. Victoria is feeling closed in.

"Do you have the $1350 and are you willing to go down to Tony the Pimp and explain what you did? I'm sure you two can work something out on your back," I state. 

She tries a little bit of martial arts against me. I imagine it works wonders on Shelia but Victoria is strictly a weekend warrior. I block twice then push her down to the ground.

"Bitch," she snarls at me.

"Victoria, let me make this simple for you. I'm a better fighter than you are. You are not going to walk out of here through me," I outline for Victoria.

"What am I supposed to do?" she hisses. "Get on my knees and beg these bitches for forgiveness?"

"I think you owe me three days," Shelia answers angrily.

"I'd rather die," Victoria declares. Even as she stumbles up Shelia and Regina grab her and wrestle her to the bed. 

It is a hell of a catfight but eventually they get Vicky rolled over onto her back and handcuffed. She keeps screaming until Shelia manages to gag her with a long handkerchief. The girls began alternating slaps to her ass but it clearly was apparent they were playing with her. After a minute Victoria's thrashing became per functionary. Regina reached up and removed the handkerchief for Victoria.

"Bitches," Victoria pants but her body remains remarkably still. Shelia and Regina now roll Victoria on her side and force her legs apart while Victoria struggles but remains quiet. Shelia gets her face into Victoria's cunt and starts working it over and Regina does the same thing to Victoria's ass, working her firm ass cheeks aside and giving her a good tongue fucking.

The twin workouts get Victoria thrashing over my sheets in less than five minutes. She catches my gaze and pleads for her hands to be released. I take the chance on removing her handcuffs and one hand springs to the top of Shelia's head urging her on while her other hand works over one of her own breasts. I bend down and began sucking and nibbling on the other one.

For thirty minutes we caress and conspire multiple orgasms form Vicky until her thrashing takes on a spasmodic quality and I make the ladies stop.

"Five minutes," I tell them. I am scooting aside then Victoria grabs my arm and looks at me with dazed eyes.

"This is a bad thing?" she gasps. I look confused so she explains, "I've just been fucked senseless. How is this a bad thing?" she repeats with a sloppy grin.

"You have three days to make up for," I remind her to which she groans and covers her eyes with her arm.

When the girls get back Victoria has some of her fight back but the three of us work her down with her hands once more tied down, Shelia is straddled Vicky's face and is 'helping' her mouth work over her pussy. When Vicky fails to perform, Shelia slaps one of her nipples painfully. Regina goes back to working over Victoria's cunt with a slender eight inch ribbed dildo lubed up for deeper penetration.

Shelia and Regina take turns sitting on Vicky's face, making her tongue work overtime until she can barely beg for a spare moment to breathe. The girls also alternate different dildos in her ass and vagina and at one time work over both at the same time. Victoria screams so much that her voice fails and I'm forced to intervene again. This time I have to pull Victoria up and give her some tea.

"That's more than she ever did for me," Shelia gripes.

"This is about getting what you are owed Shelia, not getting revenge," I point out. "Get your due and that means she gets breaks as well as sleeping, eating, and drinking.

"Besides, you were a wreck this morning Shelia. I want Vicky to be alert for all of this," Regina grins.

Vicky, who has been listening in on us, groans.

"Fuck all of you. I hate you all," she curses. Shelia crawls back over to Victoria and settles her breasts over her face. After pulling out a breast and dangling it over Vicky's lips.

"That's right Vicky, suck on my tit," she taunts her Asian tormentor.

Victoria struggles to avoid the tit but Shelia fixes he chin and holds it to her lips until Victoria gives in and starts suckling.

"That's it Vicky," Shelia taunts. "That feels good doesn't it? You like my tits don't you. Did your little lesbian heart long for them in high school?" Shelia starts as Vicky sucks harder but it is apparently more about vigor than pain.

Regina takes both hands and pushes Vicky's legs back before leaving them there and putting her lips straight to her clit and sucking madly. Victoria's back snaps up which inspire Sheila to cry out in pleasure as Victoria's tongue is driven in further to Shelia's cunt. Regina uses her other hand to start working a slender silver vibrator into Victoria's pink hole.

I can make out Victoria whimpering now after Shelia climaxes loudly. Shelia dismounts and starts kissing Victoria vigorously and licking her own juices off the face of the woman who just drove her to orgasm. Right after Regina causes Victoria to scream out in her next orgasm Shelia mounts her face again while Regina keeps up her work. I almost feel sorry for Victoria, but then I imagine the physical torture Shelia has barely avoided.

(Wednesday Night)

I've finished working out when there is someone buzzing incessantly at my door. I check the camera to see that it is Victoria Lu. Not only am I a bit surprised she can stand so straight, I am probably the last person she wants to be talking to. 

"What do you want Victoria?" I ask through the box.

"Open the fucking door you asshole!" she shouts.

With an explanation like that, what else can I do? I buzz her up. When the elevator stops she opens the door and storms past me to the living room where she slams her two light pieces of luggage on the floor and sits her ass on the sofa, arms folded.

I lock the elevator and follow.

"What can I do for you?" I repeat.

"You cost me my fucking job Mother-fucker!" she shouts at me. I'm not sure how this is my fault.

"How did that work?"

"We needed some investments and I didn't deliver. I spent six days here and they were furious, so they canned me," she spits out.

"Only half of those days were mine," I remind her. "You blew the other three yourself."

"Well fuck you too; thanks for the math lecture you moron," she grouses.

"Fine, you are jobless. What does that have to do with me?" I ask.

"I need a place to stay and you are it," she explains. I have to take some effort to not laugh at her.

"Home? Certainly you have a home to go back to," I point out.

"It is my girlfriend's place. She accessed my phone and saw some of the photos I took of Shelia," she gripes. Sometimes smart people can do the dumbest things. "She threw me out."

"Don't you have a plane ticket home?" I persist.

"It was the company account," she responds angrily.

"You have no friends in the area?" I try again, but all she does is glare. "Don't you know anybody but me? Hell, I know you hate me. What about Alton?" He deserves some hate in his life.

"Prick won't return my calls and I don't know where he lives," she answers. Vicky isn't looking at me for sympathy. She's looking for a reason to rip my eyes out. She was always a selfish little cunt with the empathy of a turnip so now she ends up in the apartment of a guy she barely knows and has every reason to want dead.

"You get the sofa. You start looking for a job tomorrow. In a month you are on the street," I instruct her. "Are we clear?"

"Thanks for nothing," she growls. Gratitude -- got to love it.

"Friday night Jewel Lewis comes by. She's my girlfriend. Screw with her and I'll drag you to the roof and face-plant you on the sidewalk. Regina comes by on Saturday Nights; screw with her and I'll gag you, tie you up, strip you down and leave you on Temple street with a sign that says 'Free Fucks' all night long," I explain.

"Do your bimbos know about each other?" she scowls.

"Yes; sometimes we have three-ways," I reply dryly.

"I fucking hate you," she growls.

"When people come downstairs leave them alone. That should be it," I add. She glares hate but keeps quiet. I seriously think about tying her up before going to bed.

(Thursday)

I wake up happy to see that Victoria hasn't tried to kill me. I wake up and she's sound asleep on the sofa. I make us some coffee and hand her one as she stirs to wakefulness.

"Motherfucker," she mumbles to me as she sits up. She's wearing a black strap shirt that is a size too big and white string underwear.

"I need to work out downstairs. Do you want to come along?" I ask.

"Fuck you very much," she grumbles. "Let me go back to sleep."

"Suit yourself," I tell her. "Sit your lazy ass down and get fat for all I care." Vicky didn't say anything but crawled her ass up and put on some shorts before following me downstairs.

After working out I catch up with Alton to let him know what is up with Vicky. He declines to help out, but he does have a bit of information I have asked for. He asks a few questions about the crew and I let him know we are almost ready. I have a feeling we are going to be required to earn our pay soon.

I call Regina and ask for an early date. She's tired but up for the money she's willing to spend some time with me. I ask her to dress down for a little roleplaying. When I get to her place I see that her best isn't all that great but at least she doesn't scream 'hooker'. I take her off to the old factory part of town to some small lots with worn out houses up and down the street. A burned out lot has become a park of sorts.

I find the address and pulled up looking over my target house.

"What's up?" Regina asks. 

"I need to talk to someone," I tell her. "Come with me; it won't take long." Regina shrugs. I've paid for the time.

I walk up to the door and give it a knock. A boy around age twelve answers the door.

"Hi," I say to him, "I'd like to talk with Angela." He looks me over a moment; he's suspicious but I'm sensing a strong self-preservation streak. He nods, turns out and yells into the house.

"Angela, get your ass out here," he announces. He walks away leaving the door open.

A young girl, eight years old in fact, comes to the door and stares at me with somewhat fearful yet dull eyes. I feel Regina start to tense next to me.

"Angela, can we talk outside for a moment?" I ask. She studies me a for a few seconds then steps out to talk with us.

"What do you want?" she mutters.

"I'm here from your mother," I reply.

"Mom won't be home until late," she answers.

"No Angela, I'm here from your real Mother," I inform her. 

It is like a switch comes on. Her dark eyes light up and become terrible and intensely intelligent. Her features become strained and her energy seems to barely be contained by her tiny frame. I can feel her wanting to reach out and grab hold of me to make sure I'm real.

"What about her?" she whispers. Regina is trembling now.

"I saw her recently and she and I talked about you," I kind of tell the truth. "I know she would want me to look in on you to make sure you are okay."

"No," she murmurs, "I hate it here. Please have her come back and get me. I'm sorry. Tell her I'm sorry." Regina turns and looks back over the street putting her back to us.

"What are you sorry about Angela?" I question.

"I don't know what happened to make Momma leave me," she explains near tears herself.

"Your mother didn't leave you Angela, you were taken away but I want you to know she's been trying to get back to you for some time," now I am lying.

"Is she really coming back for me?" she pleads.

"Yes," I assure her. "Once she knows precisely where you are she will move Heaven and Earth to get you back."

"You are not just saying this?" she says softly.

"No. I'll stay in touch from here on out Angela. Now get me the biggest foster boy in the house," I instruct her. Angela backs away from me afraid that I will suddenly vanish. She bolts and rapidly comes back with a teenage boy who looks decidedly pissed with the world.




My Brother's Back Ch. 02



"Who are you?" I request.

"Gus; who are you?" he mumbles back. I open my wallet and pull out a few hundreds. I hold one out to him as his eyes go wide. I put one bill in his hand.

"Look after Angela. I'll be back every few days to make sure she's okay and we'll settle accounts then. Can I trust you to keep your end of the deal?" I inquire.

He looks down at the hundred in his hand then back at me.

"Take care of Angela; got it," Gus promises me. I run a hand through Angela's hair.

"I'll come back," I tell her before taking Regina by the arm and head back to the car. I can feel Angela's eyes bore into my back as I get in and leave.

We are not half way down the block when Regina attacks me. She's so violent that I have to pull over and defend myself.

"You Bastard!" she screams as she flails away. "You fucker, you cocksucker, you total fuckwad!" she keeps at it until her words get lost in the sobs.

I'm a heartless bastard.

"I figured I'd give you a nice image to think about next time you go powder your nose Regina," I taunt her.

"Bastard," she sobs.

"Every night you coke up is one more night your daughter sits back in some cold room all alone. I thought you deserved to see that," I dig away.

"I don't care," she lies.

"Your daughter looks a like you, especially in the eyes. I bet she's pretty smart too," I suggest. She's beyond anything but blubbering at this point. I wait a bit for her to wind down.

"Why?" she whimpers.

"As you said I'm a bastard. You don't get a free ride on this. Either have the guts to show up and tell Angela you are a coke-addicted whore who is never coming back for her, or you can figure out something else to do," I reply. She can clearly see that I'm not going to stop verbally slapping the shit out of her.

"What now?" she sniffs.

"Give me a blowjob," I instruct her. If anything Regina looks even worse. "You are a whore, I paid you for a blowjob, and that is how it goes." Defeated, she reaches for my zipper, but I stop her hand.

"Let's get a cup of coffee first," I offer. "You can blow me when we are done."